As she tied the end of the last thread her stomach rumbled loudly. Monique stretched and looked at the clock, 7 pm; she had been sowing for over 12 hours. She grinned proudly down at her little red dress. Lifting the dress carefully her looked over every detail, her fingers her were aching but she didn’t care. Monique had never been more proud of one of her creations. She traced her finger down the plunging back line and bit her lip nervously; she’d never worn anything quite this revealing before. She stood from her wooden chair and stretched her aching back. 12 hours is a long time to sit in one place.
Her father had still not come home, he would have started drinking again already and she doubted he wouldn’t be home until the early hours of the morning, if at all. Going without seeing him for days was a regular occurrence. Monique had to learn to look after herself from an early age. She had learnt to cook her basic meal of 2 minute noodles whenever she was hungry. It was the only thing her father would always have in the house. At that thought her stomach protested loudly.
She folded her beautiful dress carefully and put it back on her desk, trudging out to the kitchen. Opening the cupboard and pulling out a saucepan, she filled it with revolting coloured water and sat it to boil on the stove. She combed her fingers through her long hair while she waited, detangling the knots as she watched the water bubble. Taking a pack of noodles out of the cupboard and began making her staple meal. She sat at the table in the centre of the kitchen and ate her dinner.
Throwing her bowl into the sink, she then headed for a shower, she might as well start getting ready, she had a big night planned. She turned on the hot water and tied her hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head, the hot water washed over her body and she relaxed as her muscles began to unknot, she began washing herself with her favourite vanilla body wash. Her body wash was the one thing she willingly spent what money she did earn on, that and whatever she needed for her sewing kit. She turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping her old faded white towel around her bust, holding it close as she headed for her bedroom.
She pulled on pair of black lace panties and carefully undid the zip she had taken of an old dress and sewn on her latest masterpiece. She slipped the light material carefully over her head and pulled the zip back up. She traced her fingers over the plunging neck line to make sure it was in place and smoothed the material down on the slides. It was a lot shorter than she has planned, but when she did her measurements she realised she didn’t have quite enough material if she was going to hem it properly.
She slipped her hair out of the bun and walked back into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the dirty little mirror on the wall, she felt her breath leave her lungs as she realised exactly how sexy the dress was. The neck line plunged in-between her breasts and made them look amazing, she wasn’t a big busted girl, but they were just big enough that they sat perfectly in her dress. She turned herself slowly and her eyes followed the contours of her back, the back of the dress was completely bare, the line followed from the thin straps over her shoulders down to the small of her back. The material clung to her small waist and wide hips, making her hour glass figure look even more flattering. The skirt stopped halfway down her thigh, making her legs look incredibly long. She felt a smile creep to her mouth; she was certainly going to get some attention tonight.
Walking out of the bathroom she headed back to her bedroom and pulled out a shoe box. She had saved for weeks to buy these shoes. The back stilettos were high, making her legs look even longer. She buckled up the shoes, and stood carefully. Walking in heels came naturally to Monique, she has figured out a slightly seductive swing of her hips that made walking in them so much easier.
Monique glanced quickly at the clock. 9pm. She took a deep breath and headed to her father’s bedroom. Opening the door carefully she snuck into the bedroom. Even though she knew he wasn’t home, the thought of him catching her here still made her blood run cold, especially if he knew what she was about to steal from him.