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The Girlfriend
Chapter Five
I woke to the nagging sound of my mobile phone. After unsuccessfully trying to find it with my eyes still closed on the bedside table, I opened my eyes and found it on the bed beside me. As I blearily looked at the screen, I also realised I was fully dressed. Shit, I must have had more than I thought to drink last night.
“Hello” I croaked.
A female voice said, “Echo wants you to meet her in the Breakfast Club Soho, D’Arblay Street at eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” She rang off before I could say anything. Six o’clock it said on my phone. I lay back on the bed, rubbed my face with my hands trying to wake up properly. I yawned and my eyes snapped open as I remembered what had happened last night.
Shit, shit, shit, I thought as the events of the previous evening flooded back; my shock at seeing Sam dressed as a woman, the meal, sharing stories, the kiss. I groaned. Fuck, I had kissed Sam. I remembered crushing my lips against his before he had gently pushed me away, telling me that I didn't know what I was doing, that I should go back to my flat and sober up.
I must have crashed out on the bed when I got back. Why had I kissed him? I’m not gay, was the first thought that came to me. Sam had looked so good dressed as a woman that I had just got confused. I didn't fancy him, of course. The drink hadn’t helped either. We must have had three bottles of wine between us.
Somehow, I managed to sufficiently push what happened last night to the back of my mind, showered, shaved and left the flat to meet Echo. As I passed Sam’s door, I felt hot with shame and embarrassment about what I had done as I hurried to catch the Tube.
I arrived on time too find Echo sitting alone at a table reading a document, and a half drunk coffee on the table. She gestured at me to sit down but continued to read. A waitress appeared and I asked for some black coffee and toast. Echo was still ignoring me. Finally, she put the document away in a briefcase by her side. She slid out a large envelope and laid it on the table in front of her before looking at me.
“You look like you had a rough night.”
I guessed she would know I had gone to visit Sam, so I sailed right in.
“Sam invited me for a meal, so I thought it would be a good idea to get to know him better. We had a lot to drink.”
“And did you?”
“What?”
“Get to know him better?”
Alarm bells started to go off. Where was she going with this?
“Well, yes. When I got there he was dressed as a woman, but you already know about his cross-dressing.”
“How did you react to that?”
“I was taken aback. I didn't expect it, but it didn't make much difference once I got over my surprise.”
Echo pushed the envelope across the table. “Yes, I can see you got over your surprise.”
I opened the envelope to find several large photographs. They were pin sharp, and clearly showed me kissing Sam.
“It’s incredible how camera lens technology has improved, didn't you think? Taken from the building opposite, two hundred metres away at night. Amazing it's so clear. You can even see your wedding ring on your finger if you look closely. I admit we got lucky, there was a gap in the curtains in his flat.”
Blood drained from face and my hands trembled as I stared at the photographs, unwilling to look at Echo.
“I did ask you to get close to him, and you have certainly done that.”
I thought I would throw up all over the table as I stared at the photographs, but I managed to drag my eyes away from the photographs to look at her.
“It's not what it looks like.”
“I think it's exactly what it looks like. You are kissing Sam Chadwick who is dressed as a woman. What else could it look like?”
My life was unraveling in those photographs. How had a moment of sheer madness brought me to this?
“If I resign, will you not share the photographs?”
“Resign? Good God, no, I don’t want you to resign. This is better than I had ever hoped for.” She gestured at the photographs. “I want you to develop this further with Chadwick.”
I swear my heart stopped beating. “You want me to do what?”
“I want you to let this play out and see where it leads.”
She couldn’t mean it, could she? “You want me to get into a relationship with him?”
“I don’t care what you call it, this is the best way to find out who is trying to get to him.”
“And if I say no?”
She tapped a fingernail on the photographs. “Oh, I don’t think you will say no, do you? Nobody else has seen these. Yet. But, please, if you say something trite like, this is blackmail, I will be sorely disappointed. We all have to do what we have to do.”
I stared down at the photographs. I had no doubts she would use these if I tried to refuse to do what she asked. Once more I felt I would be sick.
“String him along, do whatever you need to, I want to know whatever he tells you. Pillow talk is always useful. I mean, you don’t have to have sex with him if you don’t want. Although, even I have to say he does look very attractive as a woman.”
She stopped talking and let the silence and her threat bear down on me.
“The skipper told me not to trust you.”
“Did he? Good advice. Well, what’s your decision?”
I was in a corner and she knew it. I swallowed, “I will do it, but as soon as I get him to talk, I’m out.”
“Of course. Whatever you want. Good, now I have to be on my way. Enjoy your breakfast and I’ll be in touch.”
She swept the envelope and the photographs into her briefcase and walked away. I sat there for a while contemplating the hole I had dug for myself. What the hell was I going to do? My coffee was left undrunk, I don’t think I could have stomached it. Soho is always busy, but as I walked I wasn’t aware of anything or anybody. Feeling wretched and miserable, and unable to talk to anybody about it, I wandered through the streets. I thought about confessing everything to Sophie, but I couldn’t face the pain I would be putting her through or the risk of losing her.
Without knowing how I got there, I found myself at Piccadilly Circus and took the tube home. I was still in a daze when I arrived and let myself into my flat. Slumping onto the sofa, I tried to think what I was going to do. I was angry at Echo for putting me in this position and at Sam for what had happened last night. It took me an effort to stop going down to Sam’s flat and confronting him about it all. If I did it would be the end of my career as Echo would surely find out about it.
Calming down I slowly realised I had to go through with what Echo wanted, or face some unbearable consequences. I had to look at it as an undercover job, that was all. Albeit one with some unusual challenges. I started to think about it professionally, trying to come up with a strategy and a story I could take to Sam to stop him discovering what I was doing. Thinking about last night, it was Sam who had kissed me first, before I responded by kissing him.
Did that mean he had feelings for me, or was it the drink and the situation which had caused him to kiss me? I felt a tingle as I thought about the kiss, the way my lips felt against his. Deny it as much as I liked, I had enjoyed it. He had felt good in my arms, petite and feminine, and with a start I realised I had been turned on. Why had I felt like that? Sure, I was lonely without Sophie, but that can’t have been the only reason. The drink was a pathetic excuse, it loosens the inhibitions, but it doesn’t make you do thing you don’t want to.
Someone once said ‘A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’ so I picked up my phone and begin to text Sam.
Sam can we talk please?
Five minutes went by and I imagined Sam deciding whether to answer or not.
Sure, what about?
Last night, I need to see you again
Another delay.
Which me do you need to see?
It was my turn to hesitate this time.
The you I met last night
Are you sure Joe?
Absolutely
The minutes ticked by.
OK, but not here. You have to take me out somewhere
That surprised me. Could I go out with him dressed as a woman? Was he testing me?
OK, where do you want to go?
You choose, somewhere nice we can talk
Will 7 be OK?
Sure, I look forward to it
Me too.
What was I getting myself into? Could I really go through with this? What would happen if I confessed all to the skipper? Humiliation and the end of my career I thought. All Echo had to do was share the photographs and I would be finished. My world was tilting sideways and I needed some stability.
I picked up my phone and sent Sophie a text.
Hi babe hows it going?
She came back straightaway.
Not so good. Mum is really depressed. Took her to the doctor yesterday. He’s given her more antidepressants. I might have to be here for a while. Would you mind?
Sorry to hear about your Mum. No worries if you have to stay. You need to make sure she’s OK. Can social services help?
They’re worse than useless tbh.
Can I do anything?
Don’t think so but thanks for asking. I need to go, she needs to take her meds. BTW why didn’t you give Sam a call. See if he wants to go for a drink.Give you someone to talk to
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I read that. It took a few seconds to realise she did not mean anything by it.
OK good idea. Take care babe Luv u
Me 2 XXX
I spent the rest of the day doing chores in an attempt to stop thinking about tonight. It was only partially successful. At seven o’clock I knocked on Sam's door. “Coming” I heard from inside the flat. Sam appeared wearing a wearing a winter coat and boots, hair and makeup perfect. She reached up and pecked me on the cheek. I’m sure I blushed.
“Hello, Joe. It's freezing tonight, where are you taking me?”
“You’ll find out soon. I've got an Uber waiting outside.”
As we walked to where the Uber was waiting and he put his arm through mine. It felt odd but also nice in a way, and I imagined the whirring of the cameras I was sure were trained on us as we walked arm in arm to the waiting car. I gave the driver the address for a Thai restaurant I had been to a few times before. Sam liked Thai food as I had overheard him and Sophie talking one time.
We were both quiet on the way there. I was nervous and I guessed Sam was too. At the restaurant a beautiful Thai girl welcomed us with a wai, and took Sam’s coat. He was wearing an ivory coloured silk top with capped sleeves and a knee length skirt with ankle boots. He shot me a nervous smile, “You like it?”
Sam, it looks lovely.”
He smiled and ducked his head away, and I thought I caught him blushing. We ordered, then sat in an uncomfortable silence. “Sam, about last night—“
“What about it?”
He looked at me and I could only think once more how pretty he looked.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you, I was taking advantage of you.”
His eyes dropped away from mine at my words.
“But I don’t regret doing it.”
His eyes flicked back to mine, and he looked puzzled.
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means I wanted to kiss you, but I shouldn’t have forced myself on you.”
There was the hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Do you still want to kiss me?”
I swallowed, “Yes, I do.”
He looked at me for a moment then pushed back his chair and walked away. Shit, I thought, what have I done now? A few minutes later, I saw him walking back through the restaurant with his head down. I’ve blown it, it's all over. He walked back to the table, but instead of sitting down he came around to my side, bent down and brought his face close to mine. “Now’s your chance, Joe.”
He bent a little further and our lips touched, once, and then again and again as my heart skipped a beat and I knew I was in trouble. Sam broke the kiss and sat down again. I looked around the restaurant, but nobody was paying us any attention. Sam was grinning from ear to ear and I had to smile too. “Where did you go?”
“To the washroom, I nearly lost it when you said you still wanted to kiss me. I had to gather myself and decide what to do.”
“I’m glad you took the decision you did.”
“Joe, so am I, but we need to talk about a lot of things, but not here. Let’s eat and go back and talk in peace.”
We finished our meal and I ordered an Uber. It was outside in a few minutes and we were on our way. Sam snuggled close to me on the ride back and laid his hand gently on my arm. It was with alarm I felt myself becoming aroused. His hand dropped to my leg and I felt my cock respond to his touch. Hell, what was happening to me? His fingers stroked my leg and I was getting more excited. Sam must have sensed something because he brushed his fingers against my erection. I turned to say something and he leant forward and kissed me, his tongue probing my lips as he kept stroking my cock. For a microsecond I thought about stopping him, then the blood roared in my ears and I was kissing him back hard.
We had to stop as the Uber arrived back at our block. The driver was grinning broadly as I got out.
“Have a good night, sir”
“Um, thanks.” I muttered, flustered by his comment.
Sam once again put his arm through mine as we walked from the car. I thought i could hear the cameras whirring this time.
“Your place or mine?” He whispered.
“Mine.” I croaked. We walked up to my flat and my fingers were shaking as I put the key in the lock. I stood back to let Sam through and then closed the door. Sam dropped the coat from his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He pushed me back against the door and we were kissing again, tongues lancing with each other. Sam’s hands were everywhere, pulling open my shirt and finding my nipples. I moaned somewhere in my throat, and a wave of lust carried away any reservations I had.
He dropped to his knees and before I realised what he was going to do, he had unzipped my flies and his hands dug inside to release my erection. I looked down just as he slipped my cock through his lips into his mouth.
Chapter Five
I woke to the nagging sound of my mobile phone. After unsuccessfully trying to find it with my eyes still closed on the bedside table, I opened my eyes and found it on the bed beside me. As I blearily looked at the screen, I also realised I was fully dressed. Shit, I must have had more than I thought to drink last night.
“Hello” I croaked.
A female voice said, “Echo wants you to meet her in the Breakfast Club Soho, D’Arblay Street at eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” She rang off before I could say anything. Six o’clock it said on my phone. I lay back on the bed, rubbed my face with my hands trying to wake up properly. I yawned and my eyes snapped open as I remembered what had happened last night.
Shit, shit, shit, I thought as the events of the previous evening flooded back; my shock at seeing Sam dressed as a woman, the meal, sharing stories, the kiss. I groaned. Fuck, I had kissed Sam. I remembered crushing my lips against his before he had gently pushed me away, telling me that I didn't know what I was doing, that I should go back to my flat and sober up.
I must have crashed out on the bed when I got back. Why had I kissed him? I’m not gay, was the first thought that came to me. Sam had looked so good dressed as a woman that I had just got confused. I didn't fancy him, of course. The drink hadn’t helped either. We must have had three bottles of wine between us.
Somehow, I managed to sufficiently push what happened last night to the back of my mind, showered, shaved and left the flat to meet Echo. As I passed Sam’s door, I felt hot with shame and embarrassment about what I had done as I hurried to catch the Tube.
I arrived on time too find Echo sitting alone at a table reading a document, and a half drunk coffee on the table. She gestured at me to sit down but continued to read. A waitress appeared and I asked for some black coffee and toast. Echo was still ignoring me. Finally, she put the document away in a briefcase by her side. She slid out a large envelope and laid it on the table in front of her before looking at me.
“You look like you had a rough night.”
I guessed she would know I had gone to visit Sam, so I sailed right in.
“Sam invited me for a meal, so I thought it would be a good idea to get to know him better. We had a lot to drink.”
“And did you?”
“What?”
“Get to know him better?”
Alarm bells started to go off. Where was she going with this?
“Well, yes. When I got there he was dressed as a woman, but you already know about his cross-dressing.”
“How did you react to that?”
“I was taken aback. I didn't expect it, but it didn't make much difference once I got over my surprise.”
Echo pushed the envelope across the table. “Yes, I can see you got over your surprise.”
I opened the envelope to find several large photographs. They were pin sharp, and clearly showed me kissing Sam.
“It’s incredible how camera lens technology has improved, didn't you think? Taken from the building opposite, two hundred metres away at night. Amazing it's so clear. You can even see your wedding ring on your finger if you look closely. I admit we got lucky, there was a gap in the curtains in his flat.”
Blood drained from face and my hands trembled as I stared at the photographs, unwilling to look at Echo.
“I did ask you to get close to him, and you have certainly done that.”
I thought I would throw up all over the table as I stared at the photographs, but I managed to drag my eyes away from the photographs to look at her.
“It's not what it looks like.”
“I think it's exactly what it looks like. You are kissing Sam Chadwick who is dressed as a woman. What else could it look like?”
My life was unraveling in those photographs. How had a moment of sheer madness brought me to this?
“If I resign, will you not share the photographs?”
“Resign? Good God, no, I don’t want you to resign. This is better than I had ever hoped for.” She gestured at the photographs. “I want you to develop this further with Chadwick.”
I swear my heart stopped beating. “You want me to do what?”
“I want you to let this play out and see where it leads.”
She couldn’t mean it, could she? “You want me to get into a relationship with him?”
“I don’t care what you call it, this is the best way to find out who is trying to get to him.”
“And if I say no?”
She tapped a fingernail on the photographs. “Oh, I don’t think you will say no, do you? Nobody else has seen these. Yet. But, please, if you say something trite like, this is blackmail, I will be sorely disappointed. We all have to do what we have to do.”
I stared down at the photographs. I had no doubts she would use these if I tried to refuse to do what she asked. Once more I felt I would be sick.
“String him along, do whatever you need to, I want to know whatever he tells you. Pillow talk is always useful. I mean, you don’t have to have sex with him if you don’t want. Although, even I have to say he does look very attractive as a woman.”
She stopped talking and let the silence and her threat bear down on me.
“The skipper told me not to trust you.”
“Did he? Good advice. Well, what’s your decision?”
I was in a corner and she knew it. I swallowed, “I will do it, but as soon as I get him to talk, I’m out.”
“Of course. Whatever you want. Good, now I have to be on my way. Enjoy your breakfast and I’ll be in touch.”
She swept the envelope and the photographs into her briefcase and walked away. I sat there for a while contemplating the hole I had dug for myself. What the hell was I going to do? My coffee was left undrunk, I don’t think I could have stomached it. Soho is always busy, but as I walked I wasn’t aware of anything or anybody. Feeling wretched and miserable, and unable to talk to anybody about it, I wandered through the streets. I thought about confessing everything to Sophie, but I couldn’t face the pain I would be putting her through or the risk of losing her.
Without knowing how I got there, I found myself at Piccadilly Circus and took the tube home. I was still in a daze when I arrived and let myself into my flat. Slumping onto the sofa, I tried to think what I was going to do. I was angry at Echo for putting me in this position and at Sam for what had happened last night. It took me an effort to stop going down to Sam’s flat and confronting him about it all. If I did it would be the end of my career as Echo would surely find out about it.
Calming down I slowly realised I had to go through with what Echo wanted, or face some unbearable consequences. I had to look at it as an undercover job, that was all. Albeit one with some unusual challenges. I started to think about it professionally, trying to come up with a strategy and a story I could take to Sam to stop him discovering what I was doing. Thinking about last night, it was Sam who had kissed me first, before I responded by kissing him.
Did that mean he had feelings for me, or was it the drink and the situation which had caused him to kiss me? I felt a tingle as I thought about the kiss, the way my lips felt against his. Deny it as much as I liked, I had enjoyed it. He had felt good in my arms, petite and feminine, and with a start I realised I had been turned on. Why had I felt like that? Sure, I was lonely without Sophie, but that can’t have been the only reason. The drink was a pathetic excuse, it loosens the inhibitions, but it doesn’t make you do thing you don’t want to.
Someone once said ‘A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’ so I picked up my phone and begin to text Sam.
Sam can we talk please?
Five minutes went by and I imagined Sam deciding whether to answer or not.
Sure, what about?
Last night, I need to see you again
Another delay.
Which me do you need to see?
It was my turn to hesitate this time.
The you I met last night
Are you sure Joe?
Absolutely
The minutes ticked by.
OK, but not here. You have to take me out somewhere
That surprised me. Could I go out with him dressed as a woman? Was he testing me?
OK, where do you want to go?
You choose, somewhere nice we can talk
Will 7 be OK?
Sure, I look forward to it
Me too.
What was I getting myself into? Could I really go through with this? What would happen if I confessed all to the skipper? Humiliation and the end of my career I thought. All Echo had to do was share the photographs and I would be finished. My world was tilting sideways and I needed some stability.
I picked up my phone and sent Sophie a text.
Hi babe hows it going?
She came back straightaway.
Not so good. Mum is really depressed. Took her to the doctor yesterday. He’s given her more antidepressants. I might have to be here for a while. Would you mind?
Sorry to hear about your Mum. No worries if you have to stay. You need to make sure she’s OK. Can social services help?
They’re worse than useless tbh.
Can I do anything?
Don’t think so but thanks for asking. I need to go, she needs to take her meds. BTW why didn’t you give Sam a call. See if he wants to go for a drink.Give you someone to talk to
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I read that. It took a few seconds to realise she did not mean anything by it.
OK good idea. Take care babe Luv u
Me 2 XXX
I spent the rest of the day doing chores in an attempt to stop thinking about tonight. It was only partially successful. At seven o’clock I knocked on Sam's door. “Coming” I heard from inside the flat. Sam appeared wearing a wearing a winter coat and boots, hair and makeup perfect. She reached up and pecked me on the cheek. I’m sure I blushed.
“Hello, Joe. It's freezing tonight, where are you taking me?”
“You’ll find out soon. I've got an Uber waiting outside.”
As we walked to where the Uber was waiting and he put his arm through mine. It felt odd but also nice in a way, and I imagined the whirring of the cameras I was sure were trained on us as we walked arm in arm to the waiting car. I gave the driver the address for a Thai restaurant I had been to a few times before. Sam liked Thai food as I had overheard him and Sophie talking one time.
We were both quiet on the way there. I was nervous and I guessed Sam was too. At the restaurant a beautiful Thai girl welcomed us with a wai, and took Sam’s coat. He was wearing an ivory coloured silk top with capped sleeves and a knee length skirt with ankle boots. He shot me a nervous smile, “You like it?”
Sam, it looks lovely.”
He smiled and ducked his head away, and I thought I caught him blushing. We ordered, then sat in an uncomfortable silence. “Sam, about last night—“
“What about it?”
He looked at me and I could only think once more how pretty he looked.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you, I was taking advantage of you.”
His eyes dropped away from mine at my words.
“But I don’t regret doing it.”
His eyes flicked back to mine, and he looked puzzled.
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means I wanted to kiss you, but I shouldn’t have forced myself on you.”
There was the hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Do you still want to kiss me?”
I swallowed, “Yes, I do.”
He looked at me for a moment then pushed back his chair and walked away. Shit, I thought, what have I done now? A few minutes later, I saw him walking back through the restaurant with his head down. I’ve blown it, it's all over. He walked back to the table, but instead of sitting down he came around to my side, bent down and brought his face close to mine. “Now’s your chance, Joe.”
He bent a little further and our lips touched, once, and then again and again as my heart skipped a beat and I knew I was in trouble. Sam broke the kiss and sat down again. I looked around the restaurant, but nobody was paying us any attention. Sam was grinning from ear to ear and I had to smile too. “Where did you go?”
“To the washroom, I nearly lost it when you said you still wanted to kiss me. I had to gather myself and decide what to do.”
“I’m glad you took the decision you did.”
“Joe, so am I, but we need to talk about a lot of things, but not here. Let’s eat and go back and talk in peace.”
We finished our meal and I ordered an Uber. It was outside in a few minutes and we were on our way. Sam snuggled close to me on the ride back and laid his hand gently on my arm. It was with alarm I felt myself becoming aroused. His hand dropped to my leg and I felt my cock respond to his touch. Hell, what was happening to me? His fingers stroked my leg and I was getting more excited. Sam must have sensed something because he brushed his fingers against my erection. I turned to say something and he leant forward and kissed me, his tongue probing my lips as he kept stroking my cock. For a microsecond I thought about stopping him, then the blood roared in my ears and I was kissing him back hard.
We had to stop as the Uber arrived back at our block. The driver was grinning broadly as I got out.
“Have a good night, sir”
“Um, thanks.” I muttered, flustered by his comment.
Sam once again put his arm through mine as we walked from the car. I thought i could hear the cameras whirring this time.
“Your place or mine?” He whispered.
“Mine.” I croaked. We walked up to my flat and my fingers were shaking as I put the key in the lock. I stood back to let Sam through and then closed the door. Sam dropped the coat from his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He pushed me back against the door and we were kissing again, tongues lancing with each other. Sam’s hands were everywhere, pulling open my shirt and finding my nipples. I moaned somewhere in my throat, and a wave of lust carried away any reservations I had.
He dropped to his knees and before I realised what he was going to do, he had unzipped my flies and his hands dug inside to release my erection. I looked down just as he slipped my cock through his lips into his mouth.
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