Thank you all for the lovely reviews I received for the fic 'Two can play this game' This is the fic following that, it will have the same light-hearted, funny, sexy feel to it, I'm trying to avoid the darker stories with these fics. (Check my others for that)

As always, please review, and any advice will be taken on board. This is going to be slightly more M than 'Two can play this game'

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Carla walked in to an upmarket lingerie shop in one of the designer shop streets of Manchester. She had been working a lot lately, and Peter had also been busy at the bookies, so they hadn't really seen each other properly for a while. Carla had only seen his family a couple of times after Tracy's party, and Blanche had made snide comments on both occasions. Tracy had grown increasingly fond of Carla, and secretly looked up to her.

Carla slowly scanned the shop for anything that caught her eye, or anything that she thought would interest Peter. They had been talking the other day about each other's fantasies, and as they both enjoyed having a dynamic and exciting sex life, they had agreed that twice a week, each of them could choose what they wanted the other to do to them. It was Peter's turn first, and he had asked Carla to visit a lingerie shop and purchase a raunchy outfit, as he had always imagined her dressed like that.

Rummaging through the rails in the shop, she picked up a black lacy thong, with a matching black cami-suspender, detailed with light purple lace. She liked that two-piece. She then saw another sexy two-piece, this one was a little raunchier. It was also black, but had a lot more see through material. Carla was confident with her sex life, but she wasn't sure if she was confident enough to carry this number off.

Carla carried on looking through the collection, deciding some were a bit too raunchy, others not raunchy enough, some not to her taste, some she didn't think was to Peter's. She heard the doorbell ring as another customer walked in to the shop. Without any reason to, she looked up to see who it was, only to be met with those familiar eyes.

Carla blushed, she could feel the heat emitting from her cheeks, and she could imagine that she was looking hot and bothered at that moment. "Oh my god" she managed to voice, bringing her hands to her face, not realising she was holding the two chosen outfits in each hand. She blushed even more, before letting her hands back down again.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, love"

Carla couldn't manage any words, only mumbles "I'm… I… No… I'm not… I just" She composed herself and took a deep breath. "You were the last person I was expecting to see here, that's all" she finally managed.

"And why on earth is that? My friend Linda told me this was a very credible shop, and you know, she is a woman from the church. If she approves, then it mustn't be that tacky. Although I'm not sure about your choices…" she sarcastically voiced as she pointed and nodded to Carla's two choices. "…but then again, I guess Peter doesn't have to like them, all he's going to do is rip them off, is that right?"

Carla's heart beat so fast. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this conversation, how she was going to change the subject. How does anyone change the subject from sexy lingerie when all we are surrounded by is bloody sexy lingerie.

Carla decided to turn the conversation around "So.." she nervously mumbled "Are YOU actually looking to buy anything?"

She was met by a loud laugh, "And wear it where? To bingo? You don't half ask some stupid questions."

At that moment, the doorbell went again, and a younger woman walked in. She walked towards Carla and the other woman, with the biggest smirk on her face. "My my my, have I just walked in on THE most awkward conversation ever or something?" she stated, gesturing to Carla's red face and the other woman's dismay.

"Please tell me this is a dream…" Carla voiced, softly, nervously. "...nightmare" she corrected herself

Carla felt a hard, painful pinch on her upper right arm.

"Awwww…. Blanche, that hurt" she squealed

"Just letting you know it's not a dream… or nightmare as you put it"

Tracy laughed, and took a step back, enjoying every moment of the awkward situation. "Gran, how about you go and take a look at the clothes next door yeah, I'll come after you after I've had a look here"

"You must be joking, I will do no such thing. I want to see if Linda's recommendations prove to be correct about this place" Blanche replied, as she walked away to have a nosy at the collection, leaving Carla and Tracy together.

"Of all the places, of all the days, of all the people, eh?" Tracy gestured

"Tell me about it. I'm so embarrassed"

"Why? I'm here with my gran for god's sake. It's an upmarket shop, I thought you had more guts in you than this"

"Each time I see Blanche, it looks like I'm some sort of sex addict. It's just incredibly unfortunate timing"

"Listen, Carla, don't worry about it" Tracy laughed once more. She noticed the two choices of outfits in Carla's hands, and eyed them up, analysing each one. Carla looked up at her, embarrassment still evident in her rosy cheeks.

"The see through one" Tracy gestured, pointing at the one that Carla was most unsure about.

"Really? I don't think I'm confident enough to pull it off" Carla answered, truthfully. "Isn't it a bit weird giving advice to me about which outfit to seduce your brother in?"

"Definitely. Trust me. And no, not really, as you know, I'm insanely laid back about sex talk. So is Peter, you know that…"

Carla nodded in agreement. She felt her body loosen up and relax, glad that Tracy wasn't making a big deal at all about this. She didn't know how and when it had happened, but she was warming up to Tracy.

"Right, I'm going to buy it quickly then, before I change my mind, and before Blanche comes back" Carla stated, as she got her purse out and put the outfit on the counter for the shop assistant to scan.

As soon as the shop assistant had put the outfit and the receipt in the bag, Carla quickly grabbed it and hurried out of the shop, before turning round to Tracy, mouthing a thank-you, and winked at her.

"Good luck." She said, jokingly, as she watched Carla run from the shop as fast as she could. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her after countless embarrassing encounters with Blanche.