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Rachel - Crossing the Line - by: Rachel M. Moore November 16th, 4:10 PM ? Global Access Cable company: I had just returned the truck to the office and was transferring my toolbox over to my car when I saw John Wendell coming my way. John was probably my best friend here at work and he was always after me to whoop it up with him and a couple of the other guys at the Deuces High tavern just up the street. He was a couple years older than me and in a state of permanent engagement with his fianc?e. Of course if she knew about a few of his wanderings over the last year or so it would probably be over between them, well maybe not. Shannon was the type that would take abuse and think it was just the way things were supposed to be. I really liked John and Shannon together, I just wished he would treat her better. There's no way I would ever put up with that kind of abuse. "Hey Mikey!" John shouted right as I was putting my toolbox in the trunk. "Hi John," I said and I closed the trunk. "Mikey, when you going to sell this girlie car? I know my sister would buy it from you," John quipped, cracking himself up in the process. I had been hearing this ever since I graduated from high school and bought my little white Mazda Miata convertible. "Pussy car" or "Fag top" or "Queervertible" were just a few of John's favorite lines. I had learned to just ignore him and since I was behind schedule I really didn't want to get into a long conversation about my plans for the night. I went around to the driver's side and got in. He was at my door looking at me with his `What gives dude?' look and said, "Where's the fire? Hey, come with us to the DH tonite. There's a dart tourney tonight and Michelle from accounting will be there," he ended with a vaa-vaa-vaa-boom inflection in his voice. "Can't, not tonight. I'm going into Vegas to see my folks before they go on vacation." It was a lie, well not the vacation part - but me stopping by to see them off was. "I'll try and swing by after I get them to the airport." Another lie, but I just didn't care and started the engine. And Michelle from accounting!? Why did he think he had to tell me where she worked every time he brought her up? Whatever! "OK man, tell the folks hi for me," he said with a dejected look. "See you later alright?" "Yeah, I'll be there around 10:00 if I'm lucky," and I was off. Of course there was no way I would be back from my adventure tonight before 3:00 AM, so he'd just have to flip me shit on Monday. And what was with 'tell the folks hi for me'? He didn't know my parents. He could be such an asshole at times. I like John and I'm sure Shannon would be there at the DH (short for Deuces High), but Michelle just wasn't going to do it for me. She was slightly taller than I, 5' 7" I'd say, and I'm sure I probably weighed less than her, in fact I was sure I did. She always dressed like a slob and would apply her makeup in a manner that detracted from a very pretty face. She needed an overhaul slash makeover worse than anyone I knew. I should invite her over and do the work on her myself! That was impossible I thought and grinned at even having come up with the idea. I had my own transformation to worry about and didn't want to end up in the same boat as Michelle, so I had better get home and get to work before I go and pick up dear old Mom and Dad. I had decided tonight was going to be different for Rachel. I was excited having built myself up after last weeks outing and how I was going to build on to that tonight. So I had no time to think about the DH tavern or Michelle, or John and Shannon or for that matter my parents. Tonight I was feeling driven! Now it was time to make some things happen! Rachel was going to be on the loose! November 17th, 2001 - 3:22 AM: Another Friday night excursion success! I was feeling pretty good about my outing, Las Vegas was an easy place to let loose, yet blend in. I stayed away from the big casinos, way too much security and way too many cameras. If I was going to go for broke I had decided the little casinos and a few bars which I had scoped out with John in the past were where I'd make my appearances. I was wearing a new outfit. A short black skirt just above the knees and shear black hose. My white silk blouse was a teaser and the black lacey bra was just visible through the blouse fabric. I had on the usual assortment of jewelry, bracelets, and a shimmering silver belt that really set the whole package off. The only down fall to this evening's attire were my shoes. They were new, glossy black with 3" heels and had a tiny white bow on the back of the heel. I feel in love with them when I had seen them online and just had to have them! They arrived 3 days ago and felt comfortable at first, but as the night wore on they felt like vises squeezing my feet, I swear my feet were asleep through half the night driving around Vegas! I had turned down a few offers to dance, my feet would be thanking me later in that nice hot bath I was going to pamper myself in ? lots of bubbles I grinned. Dancing, now that brought a smile to my face. I'm sure neither of those men knew what they were asking for! Too damn funny. Good thing it was near the end of my adventure and the alcohol had dulled these guys judgement. This isn't to say I had any problems tonight, it's just I'm such an appearance freak. Being out like this is still a major mix of fear and excitement. Even with all my head game Rah Rah mutterings to myself after work I still couldn't conquer all my fears about really stepping out and staying out. I had been making this Friday night pilgrimage for the past nine months now. I felt pretty confident about my look and since I had been exploring this side of me since, since when? Since I was 11 basically, my mannerisms were polished. Well not exactly polished out in public, but at home you'd have a difficult time knowing I wasn't what you were seeing. I have just a little trouble relaxing in a crowd so it might appear that I fidget more so than those other women around me. OK, so I don't have complete control of my voice, especially when confronted, but hell - baby steps right? That I even got out of my car this time is a major accomplishment! Where were those pep talks I gave myself earlier ? I should have done more tonite! Basically my excursions to Las Vegas consisted of me getting all dressed up and cruising in my white Miata convertible through the streets. It is all very exciting, being seen, acknowledging those crazy men along the busy streets and in front of the major casinos in town, and making it home safe and undetected. Of course once home it was kind of depressing and I would battle with myself about why I didn't take it a step farther, have a drink - just one stinking drink and truly be out, out in plain view. But then all the usual fears would come flooding in and the battle with my depressing attempts at being me would start all over again. I really need to quit beating myself. Whatever! Tonite there would be no major battles to wage with myself, well, other than I should have known these shoes were going to make it impossible to think straight! Last week on the way home I got up enough courage to get out of my car and window shop a few shops on the strip and I even went into a convenience store. So tonight was like winning the Super Bowl for me as I went into a casino and walked around. Granted it was brief, but I went in - and that's the point! After that success I went for broke and went into a bar. Right away I felt like I couldn't breath, but I worked through it - relax I keep thinking to myself. When the first guy asked me to dance he probably didn't think I spoke English as I just stood there staring at him. I managed a polite "No Thank you", in his ear because the music was so loud. He didn't miss a beat, held my arm lightly and yelled, "OK, maybe later alright?" so close to my face I could smell the sweet alcohol on his breath! I was charged by his touch, my heart was racing and I turned from him to make my way to the bar. I didn't make it more than a couple steps when another man asked me to dance. He was old enough to be my father and I was embarrassed for him - any guy dressed in a leisure suit and tie is really disconnected from reality. Again I declined and he just turned and went slinking off for his next victim. Yikes! Loser!! It was about this time I figured I had had enough excitement for one nite and made a dash for the exit. On the way out I noticed some wolfish looks from several men and that made my heart beat even faster. I could swear people around me could hear it, even over the loud music. I did my best to keep smiling and not let my face betray me panic. Once outside I felt like I could finally breathe and stopped just outside the door. Shit! It was being to rain. As I turned toward the parking lot the door opened behind me. Two men came out and quit talking when they saw me standing there. I looked back at them blankly and then turned back looking for my car. My purse was in my hands and I began fumbling for my keys. They were following me and I was on the edge of panic and feeling like I was going to pass out. I made it to my car and looked around to see where they were and saw the last one of them getting into a car parked closer to the bars entrance. Oh shit! Breathe Rachel breathe! I was shaking and had trouble getting my keys into the door lock. Once inside and the engine was running I began to relax. Oh God, that's enough excitement for one night I decided. It was late and I had a good 40-minute drive in front of me plus it was raining and I didn't want to get caught in the rain - rain just has a way of totally ruining a girl's appearance. I used to bring a full change of clothes when I went on these adventures and on the way home I would change along the road somewhere. I would do this because you never know what could happen while out on these adventures. Of course I could have run into problems dressed like this a block from my house, but I some how could argue my way through that. Two months ago I stopped bringing the extra clothes and tonite I left without a coat. I really didn't have one that would have gone with what I was wearing ? I needed a good black leather coat. Now I was cold, it was raining, I was coming off of a major adrenaline rush, and I just wanted to be home! I chuckled under my breath - I could just rent a room. Yeah right and how would I pay for it without getting into trouble? I mean I didn't exactly look like the person my credit card was issued to. No, just crank up the heat, the radio, and take it nice and easy home. Once outside of the downtown core of Las Vegas the rain began to let up, that is until I got off of highway 15 and started going SE on highway 160. Just west of Arden the poor Miata's windshield wipers were having trouble keeping up and I felt like I had a death grip on the steering wheel. All I wanted to do was get home. The roads were pretty bare and I had only pass a couple cars in the last five minutes or so, I looked in the rearview mirror and there was a car probably a good mile behind me - I guess no one is following me I snickered. My little chuckle turned to outright fear as my car jerked hard to the right and began thumping wildly. I tried to wrestle control of the wheel and let off of the gas a few seconds to late and applied the brakes a little to hard. The car made a B line for the shoulder, got loose in the gravel and bank beside the highway and came to a deadening thud. I about pissed my panties right then and there! But then another more pressing fear gripped me - "What the fuck am I going to do now!!" I screamed to myself. My brain was racing and the car that was a mile off was getting closer. If it was the highway patrol I was dead. All around me was silence, well that's not exactly true. The rain was making a pattering sound on my soft-top and the car made the occasional clicking sound, like metal cooling. The car had stalled, the lights were on, and I was still pressing the brake for God's sake. Shit! I looked back willing the car to turn before it got any closer. Then I thought, maybe if I turn my lights out they will pass right by me. So I did that. Now it was very dark and the rain was mind numbing. I could not see a thing other than the lights coming up the highway. Please, please, don't be a cop. Just drive by. Don't stop. Just drive by. I just sat there looking at the lights getting closer thinking of how I was going to get out of this, wondering why me, why fucking me! If I had only just stayed home tonite, damn it! The car appeared to be slowing and now I had to think of something quick! Duck down? No, they had to have seen the brake lights and me turning off the lights. Plus if it was a cop I would only be digging myself in deeper. Shit! OK, stay cool, its not like I've crashed or anything, it's just a flat. No problem, I can fix it . . breathe Rachel . . breathe! I can fix it once the car goes on by. My worst fears were coming true. The car stopped just behind me, its lights flicked to the bright setting and seemed to illuminate the inside of my car like it was the middle of the day. Oh shit! It was a cop! What was I going to say? I can't go to jail looking like this! I sat frozen, looking down at my skirt and hose covered legs. My shoes were on the seat beside me in all there blazing glory - they seemed to be glowing. Shit! I am so fucked. After about what seemed to be five minutes the occupant had still not gotten out of the car. Just get your ass up here and arrest me! I was feeling braver, I was feeling like I was going to vomit! Then I heard a door close and I saw a flashlight flick on. It was the slowest I had ever seen anyone move the 10 feet or so from their car to mine. I was so busted! Then he was at the side of my car shinning the light in on me. I turned my face away, because it was so bright. Please go away I pleaded silently. . this can't be happening! "Are you alright?" I heard just over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears and the rain on the roof. I was frozen . . "Ms?" he said. "Aaaa, yes I'm fine" I said meekly "I think I just have a flat." He shinned the light down the left side of the car and then over the hood. He walked carefully around to the right front of the car and that's when I first noticed the front right side of the car was a little bit higher than the rest of the car it appeared the car was slightly tilted to the left. Shit! I'm up on a bank or something I thought to myself. I was still reeling because of my predicament when I noticed this man coming back around to my side of the car. He had an umbrella over his head? That means he wasn't a cop! Oh God! The 2-ton gorilla on my chest had just shifted slightly. I could breath a little easier! The light shinning back into the car made me turn away again. He noticed and shined it on the dash. I could finally get a dim view of him. He was probably in his mid 30's, 40 max. He had that chiseled rugged look and caring eyes, at least that's how they looked in the dim light around us. "Yeah, looks like just a flat. Have you called anyone or do you need a phone?" he said and I was shocked back into reality by his voice. I stammered a pathetic "No, not yet." and kept wishing with all my might that he would just leave. "OK, well you're going to need a tow truck or something to get you out of the mud here. Doesn't look like you've damaged anything, you just have a flat. Do you need a ride? Do you live around here?" he said as I stared blankly at him. OK, options Rachel, options? Say "No Thanks my boyfriend is on the way." He gets in his car and leaves. I push the car off the bank and fix the flat before a cop or someone else passes by. Yeah, that will work - NOT! I hadn't seen the front of the car yet, but I could tell there was no way I was moving this thing on my own. Let alone walking the 10 - 15 miles farther it was to my house. Fuck! I couldn't think of any other options. I mean I didn't want him taking me home and know to where I lived. I didn't want a tow truck to show up and have to figure out paying for the tow or being found out. I didn't want a cop to show up. I just didn't want to be here! Please God, get me out of this mess and I will never do this again! I swear! Of course I'd sworn off this addiction many times in the past without any success and I . . the light moved just slightly and I realized I hadn't said anything. OK? What was the question? "Look Ms. I'm not some crazy cruising lonely highways for damsels in distress. Do you want to see my drivers license?" and before I could response be cocked the flashlight under his arm and reached into his jacket, his suit jacket, and removed his drivers license from his wallet. He offered it through the small crack I had made in the window, which I can't remember doing. I took it and he tried to shine the light so I could read it. Brad Anderson it said and the address was somewhere near here I guessed. "I'm guessing here you aren't all that interested in getting this fixed right now in this weather and dressed like this. Let me take you home or to my place, we call a tow truck and have it towed someplace," he continued. I was feeling pressured, pressured to make some decision for this man, pressure to figure out how to keep from being discovered, pressured to get out of here before a cop came by. Why didn't I just stay home tonight ? the DH tavern was looking like it would have been a better choice! Damn it! OK, so I had no one I could call who would bring me home in this condition without ruining my life. No way I could walk home like this let alone at almost 3:30 AM in the morning. There was no way I could free my car and get back on the road. I had to do something. "I don't really have anyone I could call. Could we get my car towed to your place so I could fix the tire?" I said with a nervous voice. "I guess that will work. I live about 1/2 mile up the road. Lets go," he said as he moved his hand to my door handle. I unlocked the door and he opened it about half way and stuck the umbrella over the opening. He shined the light down at the ground and I reached over to get my shoes. As I spun around to slip my shoes on I noticed the water running like a small river by my car and mud everywhere. I also noticed Brad's shoes were covered in mud. Great, what else could possibly go wrong? Seeing my apprehension he told me to wait and he'd pull his car up. I wasn't sure how that was going to help, but if it meant taking fewer steps in this river of mud I would be happy to wait. He closed the door and moved his car on the highway about even with mine. It was a good 15 feet away, I had to decide - ruin my shoes or my stockings? Probably ruin both if I wore my shoes so I didn't put them on. I watched Brad come around with the umbrella and open my door again. I swung my legs out as if to stand and he said, "Wait, I'll just carry you over to the road." My feelings of impending doom just mushroomed. Here some stranger was going to pick me up and carry me to his car. Could this night get any worse? I just didn't have the strength to fight him on this. Awkward as it was I managed to get standing in the cars door, the rain was blowing side ways and the umbrella Brad was holding was more trouble than it was worth, but he held it and held on to me around the waist. We made it to the curb without to much stress or strain, but as he was easing me down I got a good feel of just how strong and fit this man was. He also got a good squeeze on me, but I was hoping it didn't reveal too much. I quickly straightened my blouse and skirt and climbed into his car. The first thing I noticed was an intoxicatingly pleasant smell, after-shave most likely. Then the seat. It was warm, a heated seat. Oh God, I wanted to melt into the seat! Brad went back to my car and made sure it was locked. Then came around and got in. "Whew! This weather sucks!" he said. I just "Mmmhumm'd" him in the dark wondering what the hell I was doing? What the hell was I going to do next? We traveled probably about 1/2 mile up the highway from my car and he slowed the car down, turning onto a small private road with a large mailbox being the only marker - meaning no street sign. I was a little worried, but before I could get too worked up we came to a large apartment like looking home. Brad drove around the side and down into an under ground parking garage. There were 2 other cars, an older Porsche 929 and some kind of Acura 4 door sedan, possibly a Legend? In the corner was a big Harley of some kind with lots of chrome and two dirt bikes. We parked next to an old torn apart pickup truck, probably from the 1950's or earlier. It was in the light of the garage that I got a look at what we were in, some 700 series BMW. Then it hit me, maybe there were other people here. I turned a slight look of panic on for Brad to see and he gave me an odd look. "What? I like cars," he said with a smile. "Is your wife home?" I blurted out without even thinking. It really sort of shocked me to be talking. We were sitting in a quiet car. I felt silly, first for asking that question and second for not even noticing whether or not he was wearing a wedding ring. Not that that is a tell all for spotting married men, but it was another awkward moment. He looked at me and with a half smile "Been there, done that. I was married for about 4 months almost 5 years ago. No one lives here but me. How do you think I can afford all these toys?" He had me smiling, the mess that I was, I was smiling. I was still wound pretty tight, but I was having a good feeling about this, I would make it home and have my life back. Just get my car here and I'll worry about the rest. "Come on let's get inside and out of these wet clothes and something warm to drink." he said bringing me back to the present. Before I could utter a single word he was out of the car and coming around to my side of the car. I started to open the door, but he caught it and finished opening it for me. I was right back into panic mode again. He took my hand and helped me out of the car and we went inside. All I could think of was what he had just said `out of these clothes'! No way Mr. Suit, knight in shining armor! It was dark inside the house, he stood just inside the door disarming his alarm, and I wasn't sure if I should come in or not. Then the house lite up like it had been sleeping and just waiting for him to come home. He walked down the hall to a den and disappeared from sight. I was frozen at the door still. I heard music, then footsteps going up some stairs. I still couldn't move. "Hey, what do you call yourself?" he called out. Before I could think I blurted out, "Rachel." "Do your friends call you Rach or some other nickname?" he shouted, sounding farther into this place. There was the rustling of cups clanking and I guessed he was in the kitchen. At least he wasn't getting his gun! Or was he? Ahh!! "Aaa . . mostly Rachel," I said, thinking that Rach sounded kind of cool in a friendly sort of way. Then I rewound the tape - "what do you call yourself?" Not exactly the way to get someone's name I thought. He suspected! No, he knew! Fuck! I've got to get out of here! But there was really nowhere to run. Steal a car? Yeah, I looked back at the cars parked there. No keys. Shit, I'm so fucked I thought and closed my eyes. OK, make a move. "Brad?" I half shouted from just inside the door. There was no answer. Great, no answer, no noise - other than some music playing, nowhere to run, found out, screwed - with a capital "S". Now what? Go looking for him and demand a ride out of here? Run? Fuck! Every possible solution to this mess turned in on itself. I decided to find Brad and reason with him. Come clean, beg if I had to, but just make it out of here and home. I walked down the hall to the den. It was nicely appointed and if he had done the decorating he hard a good sense of style. Across the room the stairs weren't lit, but there was light at the top. I made my way up the stairs. Funny, my shoes didn't seem to be bothering me now. At the top of the stairs there was a choice - left to what looked like deeper into the house or right which was the kitchen. I went right. Kitchen ? this meant knives, knives meant protection. Coffee was brewing and I heard Brad talking to someone back down the hall I away from the kitchen. Oh shit, find a knife. I opened a few drawers and then noticed the butcher's block near the microwave. I took the largest knife and lay it on the counter and stood in front of it. I could hear that Brad was still talking to someone and decided that if he thought I'm going down without a fight he had another thing coming. Then there was silence, a door closing. The coffee was done and I debated getting a cup - use it as a weapon - scald him and make a run for it. But I held my ground when I heard a door opening and the waning sound of a toilet being flushed. Before I could decide anything else Brad entered the kitchen. "Hey, sorry about that - had to check something out at work. I told them to call a tow truck and have your car brought here. Not sure how long that's going to take." he said moving toward the coffee pot. "You want a cup of coffee?" "Sure . ," was all I could manage. The demons in my head were screaming louder than the sense of genuine care this man was handing out, but I wasn't listening to them. "I don't have any cream," he said with his back to me, "but I've got milk. Sugar?" "Yes just a little please," surprising myself at the control over my voice. I spoke slowly, calmly, and almost seductively. Why? Because I had this knife behind me ready to stab this nice man should he even attempt anything funny? Or was it something else? No! No, no, no! I'm not into guys. This was different, it had to be. "Here you go, careful it's hot. Damn pot about boils the coffee away if I don't drink it fast enough." he said with a smile. "Thanks. Nice place you have here. You said you live alone?" I quizzed him, looking for some sense of where he was coming from, why he was being so nice to me when he knew who I was, I mean what I wasn't. "Yeah, been about 5 years I guess. We weren't right for each other. I was married to my job and that left her bored. I think she spent the last month of our marriage with a boyfriend or some loser. Doesn't really matter. She got nothing from me and I look at it as just a momentary bump in the road. Speaking of which, I asked for the tow truck driver to call us when they were all hooked up, then I'll go wait for them at the end of the driveway. Hope that's alright?" he said. I sipped my coffee and just nodded. I was warming up, even with the wet clothes. I was also feeling funny about Brad. What is the deal? He was pretty friendly and how do I describe this correctly - normal? Augh! I shivered slightly. He was staring at me now. Please don't do that . . please don't do that. I leaned back against the counter tucking my arms in close. What was this attraction? Fuck that, I'm not `attracted' to him! Whatever! "Look, you don't have to, but it would probably be best to get out of those clothes and into something dry. I could offer you a nice shirt and a robe or a shower or something?" he offered. I immediately stood a little straighter and probably looked like I was bracing myself for some kind of attack, which I was. "Relax. I'm really a nice guy. I'm not going to touch you or anything else you might be worried about right now. Let's just concentrate on getting you back on the road to wherever it is you were going. Alright?" he said with a reassuring look. And damn it if I didn't believe him, well, I mean wanted to believe him. "Thanks Brad," I said softly, looking away. He turned and left the kitchen only to return with the robe and a men's long sleeve dress shirt. "There's a full bathroom either downstairs or just past the stairs on the right. Take these, freshen up, take a shower, whatever you want to do. Or just sit here. Whatever you feel comfortable doing. Seriously, I promise you'll be back on the road and a happy camper soon. OK?" he extended the clothes. "Until then you might as well be comfortable right?" "I'm sorry. It's just . . this is a little . . you know strange." and I took the clothes from him, not looking him in the eyes. Why couldn't I look at him? "Don't worry about it. I'm going to take a quick shower. If you get done before me make yourself at home, there's plenty of food around here. Knock yourself out." And with that he turned and headed out of the kitchen. I just stood there, shirt and robe in hand. Slowly turning around I picked up the knife and thought about bringing it with me, then decided I was going to be all right. I don't know why I thought that, believed that, but I did and went to the bathroom to change. Inside the bathroom it was bright, too bright. In fact in this light I looked hideous. My hair was flat and my makeup a complete disaster! What am I doing? For half a second I thought about just taking it all off and going au' natural. Then there would be no need to pretend and maybe I would feel better. Then I thought about it and decided nothing in our conversation really pointed out the situation I was in, so maybe, just maybe my secret was in tact? No, he knew. Maybe? Shit! OK, which way to play it? Me or me? Augh!!! I looked around the bathroom and noticed it was nicely appointed, but not completely stocked. There was aspirin, soap, towels, a brush, a tube of toothpaste, and a new still in the package toothbrush. There was even a hair dryer and hair spray - remnants of his x-wife? What was her gig? Shit, Brad seemed like a major keeper. What am I saying? Wait, just concentrate on the task at hand. Fixing yourself up! A full-length mirror on the door painted an interesting picture. I looked like I had slept in these clothes and somewhere along the line I had gotten a run in my hose. Great! So they were the first things I took off. A fine $8 they were! OK, now what? Well I was partially soaked so the blouse and skirt were next. I folded them nicely and caught a glimpse of myself in the full mirror. The black laced bra was beautiful, but missing something ? real breasts, not these fake pieces of shit. I wondered if hormones would help? My panties were high cut and shapely, fringed with lace. In smiled. Nice legs girl! But that face! Augh! I had the body, but the makeup and hair were going to be tough to fix! I didn't have much in my purse only a comb, brush, lipstick, eye liner, and blush. No foundation or powder, so washing my face was out, unless I wanted a more natural look. Sometimes at home I did that, but that was HOME! This wasn't and . . screw it! I'm going for it! The other big problem was the hair. It was nice to have the hair dryer, but I used a curling iron to perfect 'my look'. Since my curls were all but history I decided to start from scratch. That meant I could take a shower. Why not? I undid the front clasp of the bra and slid it off my arms to the floor. The panties were next and I was feeling free. I snooped under the sink to be rewarded with shampoo and conditioner. There was even a fresh pack of razors. What the hell I thought! The water was luxurious. I felt relieved. Steam filled the room and I felt like the whole evening was being washed away and I was loving every minute of it. I washed my hair and shaved my legs, not that they really needed to be, but you never know. What was I thinking! Grrr! I quickly finished up and grabbed a big fluffy towel and wrapped it around myself. I grabbed my brush and combed my hair out and then looked into the mirror. It was all fogged over so I wiped a spot and every fear I had washed down the drain was now reattaching itself to my body! Oh, shit. What was I thinking? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! The last one audible. I quickly plugged the hair dryer in and began some semblance of making my hair presentable. It was fairly short in the back, but longer and fuller on the top and sides. At my last stylist visit I had gotten the woman to hi-light the ends blond. She gave me a funny look, but I was paying and I was a good tipper, so she went about her work and we small talked the event away. But now I was frantically trying to get some glimpse of my pre-flat tire look back and only getting about 75% of it right. It would just have to do. Next came the makeup, which would have to be fairly light since I was minus all those flaw-hiding essentials. After a while I came to the conclusion there wasn't much more I could do to look any better. Guess this will have to do. I stepped back and examined myself in the mirror. This was going to work. I smiled. I stepped away from the mirror and dropped the towel still wrapped around me. Yes, this would be just fine. I picked up my bra and fastened the front clasp, making the necessary adjustments to the breast forms. I slipped Brads shirt on and buttoned it up. Which was better? Button number two or three from the top? Number one was out, I wasn't going to be wearing a tie! Number two said conservative, number three said . . slut? No, loose! Number two. The shirt dwarfed my small frame and it was kind of sexy looking. Sexy? I wasn't fishing for anything - just get me to my car! Then I thought - to panty or not? Augh! I rolled my eyes in the mirror. Without was very damn sexy. With . . WHAT THE HELL! Why am I even going there? Get dressed and get in your car! I slid my panties on up my smooth silky legs. Perfect. I put Brad's robe on and gathered up my things. When I opened the bathroom door there was a note on the floor, "Rach: The tow truck just called I'm meeting him BRB! Brad". Be right back. There was a God! I was going to get my life back! The nite was almost over. Hell what time was it? I headed to the kitchen and looked shocked at the clock on the microwave. It read 5:18 AM. Holly shit! It was still dark outside, so making it home shouldn't be a problem since the sun wasn't up till after 6:30 AM anyway. No sweat. I searched around the kitchen and found a plastic garbage bag and put all my things in it. I was feeling almost normal. I then opened the pantry door and found some crackers to nibble on. In the corner by the coffee pot was an organizer of some sort. I walked over to get a better look ? to snoop actually. It was filled with mail, bills mostly, but there was one pay stub from a check. It had Brad's name on it and was issued by HCC? I wonder what he did for a livin? I about choked on a cracker when I saw Brad's salary - $3,200 before taxes for a period of 2 weeks. Shit! I'm lucky to make that in a couple months! Now I really was wondering what he did for a living? He certainly had a nice place, not to mention all those cars. A beeping sound brought me back to the present. Must be the tow truck backing up. Perfect! Get the flat fixed, well, ask Brad to fix the flat, and then get out of here before the sun comes up. I heard the door to the garage open and Brad appeared in the kitchen a moment later. "Hey. How you feeling?" be said with a smile. "Better, Thanks. I really appreciate you helping me out like this. It's not every day you meet someone who's so kind," I said softly. "No problem. It was worth it to see you in my shirt and robe," he said with a smile, "Bad news though. You'll need more than a flat fixed. Looks like the tie rod is shot and you bent the rim. The tire is what caused you to go off roading, the little bank you hit kind of screwed your front end up." I must have been wearing my feelings on my face to openly, again. Because he quickly added, "Don't worry, I'll get you home before first light Cinderella." If I had had more energy I would have cried. I just let my shoulders sink and looked down at the floor. I think I had finally run out of gas. From getting up Friday morning at 6:00 AM to go to work, working till 4:00 PM, getting home and dressed for the evening, to all the excitement I just couldn't take any more. I had nothing left to give and I was about at the end of my rope here with this deception. "Hey, hey . . ," he said and grabbed my shoulders lightly and hugged me gently, "Relax, do you have to go to work today or do you have some place you need to be?" I nodded a feeble `No', letting him hold me and reaching around to hug him back. I had given up. "Look, come in the living room. We'll figure out a solution," and with that he was guiding me towards the living room. He sat me on the couch and sat next to me. I just couldn't think any more. I lay my head on his shoulder and that is the last thing I can remember. Funny, even with my demons screaming `RUN!' I just couldn't keep from feeling safe some how. November 17th, 2001 - 2:51 PM I woke from the most wonderful sleep slowly. My eyes open now, I could see the sunshine peeking through the curtains. Wait a minute? The fog was beginning to clear and I was afraid to move. Where the hell was I? I looked about the room, shit! I never made it home? But, where was I - Brads? Slowly I pulled the covers back to reveal I had slept in Brad's shirt. Oh God! It's daylight! Fuck! The robe was on the treadmill in the corner and the remote to the TV in the corner was on the pillow next to me, in the impression left by someone's head. Oh God! If Brad didn't know before he certainly knew now! This just wasn't going to be my lucky day was it? I walked over to the treadmill and put the robe on. Shit. Now what am I going to do? I slowly opened the door opposite the bathroom and didn't hear anything. I was about to step into the hall when I heard a door close and footsteps. Shit! I ran back to bed and hopped under the covers. I needed more time to think this out. The door to the bedroom slowly opened and Brad was looking over at me. My eyes were open and I just stared blankly at him. Actually I probably had the "What in the hell is going on here look?" glaring at him. He smiled sheepishly, "Morning sleepy head," and entered the room. I wanted to speak but there were so many things to say I didn't know where to begin. He figured this was awkward moment number 1039 and spoke first. "Nothing happened," he said softly, "You just fell asleep on me and I brought you in here." "Did you sleep in here?" I shot back a little too forcefully. "Yes, I wasn't going to sleep in the guest room - that mattress in there sucks," he said, not backing down to my question. "Why did you take my robe off?" the embarrassment of the question stinging both of us. "Because I thought you'd be to hot in it. I didn't see anything," he was sincere, but I was sure he was lying. I rolled over and looked toward the window. Great, just fucking great! I've got to get out of here. "Look Rach, I'm not sure why you are getting all worked up about this. I think I've been pretty reasonable and very accommodating. Have I asked for anything in return?" I shifted to look back at him, "Where's the problem? I have been working on your car for the past two hours and I think that with the spare you'll be able to make it home. The damage isn't as bad as I first thought, but you'll need someone to fix your alignment. So, you are free to go," he waved his dirty greasy hands toward the door. "I'm taking a shower. If you want to leave your keys are next to your purse in the kitchen," and he walked into his bathroom with a dejected look on his face and closed the door. Whew! What did I do to deserve that? Before I could answer myself I heard the unzipping of his jeans and a steady stream making contact in the toilet. I needed to go also and I headed out the door for the second bathroom. After I did my business I looked at myself long and hard in the mirror. Yikes, I was a mess. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my purse from the counter - there were my keys. My escape, my `daylight' escape awaited. OK, I'm out of here, but not until I get a few things off my chest. I'm sure Brad knows my real name and where I live, I mean I would have snooped in a strange woman's purse for info or rummaged through her car to figure out where she lived ? especially while she was asleep in my bed. I mean I did a little snooping. I just felt like I need to settle something with him and get out of here. Back in the bathroom I touched up what makeup I was wearing, glossed my lips, and did my best to comb my hair into something other than a flat mop. When I returned to Brad's bedroom he was still in the shower, steam floating out the fully opened door. He must have checked to see if I was still here. Why was this so confusing? Why was I feeling this way about this man? I mean I'm generally don't have this many battles about the men. God why is this such a pain? I knew I should have just taken my queue and left, leave a nice note, maybe send him a gift . . the shower stopped. I heard him grab a towel and slide the shower door open. I sat nervously on the bed. He came out of the bathroom with the towel over his head rubbing his hair. He had a beautiful body, muscular, trim, well proportioned in every area. I couldn't look away. When he went to dry off the rest of his body he caught site of me and was shocked to see me. "Shit! You scared me. I thought you'd left," he said while covering up as best he could with the towel. He was looking at me as if I needed to answer for still being here. I have never in my life felt more attracted to a man than at this instant. He had to know who I was and it didn't matter. He cared for me when others might have thrown me to the wolves or worse. I'm not gay, but I wanted this man. I mean, I must be gay? Fuck! "Rachel?" he asked quietly. "Are you OK?" I nodded slowly my emotions awash in confusion. I needed time to think but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "Well quit staring at me . . I'm already aroused enough after last night and seeing you in my robe and shirt in the daylight isn't helping much right now." He shifted the towel. I reached my hand out to him looking into his eyes. There was no rejection, no fear, I could sense his wanting me. He took my hand and I slowly drew him close and hugged him around the waist while sitting there on the edge of the bed. It was like I was outside of my body, feeling his strength and his want. He put a hand on my head and caressed my face gently. The other hand still held the towel and it was obvious he was aroused. I slowly pulled away from him and took the towel from him, letting it drop on the floor. His cock was chiseled and was moving in rhythm with his every heartbeat. I looked up at him for one last look of rejection and then kissed the tip of this swollen cock with my glossy red lips. His whole body seemed to vibrate. My hands moved slowly over his ass, his powerful ass, and I licked and kissed the head of his cock softly while caressing him. I had never done this before, but I must have been doing all the right things. He touched my cheek lightly and whispered "You don't have to do this Rachel . . ," and with that I took the head of his cock slowly into my mouth. Brad shifted slightly and his half moan half gasp was even more encouragement. I could not believe what I was doing. I had another mans cock in my mouth and I was enjoying it! I wanted it! And he was enjoying it! I moved my tongue around the head and quickly licked the tip with little flicks. With my left hand I ran my nails down the outside of his muscular leg lightly as I took his cock back into my mouth . . slowly . . very slowly . . this all felt so right. Gently I raked my nails up the inside of his leg and to his balls . . touching them . . caressing them. Brad grunted and I released his cock with a little slurping sound. It startled me, but I wanted to get my lips on his balls. I had always wondered if women could really take them in their mouths. I glided my tongue down his shaft to my waiting hand gently holding him. I kissed one side and then the other . . he shifted again, this time placing his hand on my head as if to guide me to his balls . . as if he wanted me to take them in my mouth. I licked and sucked on them and then took one completely in my mouth while sliding my right hand up and down his lubed cock. It was maddening! Not just for me, but for him also! I wanted to suck him and taste him and make love to him, give myself completely to him. Brad stopped me in mid stroke. "Wait, let me lay down and take that robe off," he begged. I freed his balls from my grasp and lips and let him crawl onto the bed. I then stood before him and removed the robe . . slowly . . then I unbuttoned the shirt . . "Brad?" I said softly, "Do you want me?" "Please Rachel . . don't tease me," he said, his voice strained. I have no idea what had come over me! I crawled seductively onto the foot of the bed making my way between his legs. Making sure all the while my best assets were in plain view. I could see him eyeing my bra, the way my panties hugged every curve. I licked between his legs all the way up to his balls and again took one into my mouth. It was so warm and soft . . my hands teased and caressed the head of his cock. Brad gyrated slowly and I looked up to see him watching me. I left his balls slide gently out of my mouth and then licked the shaft of his cock all while looking up at him. This was exciting me more than I could have ever imagined. He didn't take his eyes off of me . . and I moaned softly as I scratched gently at his balls with one hand. I positioned my lips above his throbbing head and parted my lips just slightly and flicked it quickly with my tongue all the while holding it with my other hand. Then I couldn't take it any longer, there was no turning back and I wouldn't have even if given the chance. I look deep into his eyes, and moved my lips down over the head of his cock. Closing my eyes I worked slowly down the shaft, slowly every inch slid into my mouth. He tried to pull away so as to thrust in, but I kept moving down, slowly. He had filled my mouth and there was more of him to take in. I felt his head throbbing at the back of my throat and I felt compelled to get the rest of him inside my mouth. I moved up his cock slightly and then eased him deeper into my throat. I wanted to gag yet at the same time I wanted every inch of him in my mouth . . to pleasure him. When my lips were at the base of his cock I was satisfied I could take him to the next level and back up his cock I slid my lips firmly wrapped around his pulsing rod. Then back down. All the way to the base this time, no hesitation. My hands held his balls gently, but as I pulled my lips up his shaft I would apply a little pressure. Back down his shaft and I held him completely in my mouth and contracted my throat muscles . . this brought a few thrusts from Brad that caught me off guard, but I just pulled back ever so slightly so as to let him thrust into my mouth. To fuck my wanting mouth. He did not disappoint and began with slow thrusts and grinds that made my face ache. When I couldn't hold his penetrations he would grab my head and force himself down my throat. This made me fight his thrusts and he would free my head after a few gyrations of his hips. It was almost a game, I wanting to be forced to suck him deep in my throat and him wanting to control me - to force me down on his beautiful cock. I went along with it lovingly . . I wanted to please and at this moment I would have done anything he asked. My own pleasure was escaping me in low grunts and moans. His thrusts were becoming quicker and varied from long deep throat expanding grinds in my mouth to loud quick lip smacks on his cock's swollen head. Each time he pulled himself from my lips there was another loud slurp and every thrust made me moan. I still was caressing his balls and could feel they were tightening. I wanted him to explode in my mouth, but I was suddenly gripped with the fear that I would not be able to do this, to complete this act, I had never had anyone's sperm in my mouth other than my own and that was only occasionally. But it was to late to turn back now and I wanted this anyway. I was finally going to be who I really was on the inside. Brad shifted slightly and moaned a little louder. My mouth was gliding on his cock faster and faster. I was moaning with my own pleasures and it seemed to encourage his thrusts, made them harder. His breathing became quicker and quicker and I felt his hands take my head again. Driving me down the full length of his shaft and then pulling me up. Forcing me down and . . I felt something warm . . a warm feeling slammed the back of my throat when he pulled my head up to the head of his cock. It was time . . in what seemed like forever Brad was forcing my lips down his cock farther than we had gone to this point and he was cumming with such force and pressure deep in my throat I couldn't swallow fast enough. I gagged and squirmed around his cock, but he held my face against the base of it . . moaning and thrusting as I was trying to escape, to catch my breath. Cum was running out my mouth and I couldn't breathe fast enough through my nose. He held my head firmly and I could feel each twitch, each spurt of cum he was trying to force down my throat. I moved my hands up to his and what was really a cry came out as a higher pitched moan. But he would not let me up . . I swallowed and tried not to panic or fight him, but it was getting harder to breathe and he was hurting me with his grip on my head and hair. My hair wrapped between his fingers so tight I couldn't move. Then he eased the downward pressure on my head and I thought he was going to let me up . . but it only allowed me to swallow a little better and my breathing became more relaxed. Still holding my head he guided me to the tip of his twitching cock and then slowly back down. When I started doing this on my own he released his grip on me and I sucked on his now retreating cock. He whimpered whenever I would move my tongue, so I took extra pleasure in making him squirm. He touched my face with his hand and pulled me off of his partial erection. I collapsed beside him resting my head on his stomach, we both were basking in the glow of had just happened. I had finally crossed that plane, that middle ground I had been walking the edge of for all these months. The funny thing about it all was I wish I had done this sooner. The high I was on would be hard to beat. "Thanks Rachel . . ," he said softly. I looked up at him and then back at his relaxed cock. There was cum all around the base and I licked at it and kissed him gently on the balls while rubbing his thighs. I had never tasted anything like this it was musky and salty. I got up and finished cleaning him off with the towel. He took my hand and pulled me to him. He hugged me and pulled me on top of him. My own excitement was evident, but I tried to play it off. I'm not sure why, was I not ready for my own pleasuring by a man? My panties were wet with my own precum and it would not have take more than Brad grinding against me for me to have exploded like he had just done. But I figured just being here with him and pleasing him was enough for now. I was finally the woman I wanted to be. It was a perfect ending to an adventure that had gotten out of hand the day before. We laid there for another 10 minutes in silence. "What is it you do for a living?" I asked, staring at the ceiling now sharing his pillow. He shifted over on his side and placed a hand on my stomach. My mind and body were electrified, I drew in a slow breath and looked over at him. "I work for HCC. It's basically a consulting company for casinos. I work specifically with the customer relations departments of the various casinos to help them acquire whatever their patrons want." A light went on in my mind. HCC, they were in the news recently for taking on a few of the legal brothels in the state as customers. He must have seen my recognition of his company being in the news and quickly added, "I'm not involved in that project directly, the whore houses that is. I guess the owners of the company felt we needed more work and made a deal to do some work for them. Rumor has it we are making a lot of money assisting them." I just smiled and raised an eyebrow. Brad grabbed my side as if to tickle me, I squirmed and giggled. "Where do you work?" he asked. I had been so guarded about everything his question caught me off guard. I mean after what I had just done my guard should have been down right? I flinched inside. "I work for the local cable company as an installer." I heard myself say. Jesus! Why did everything flow out of my mouth so easily to this man? "Really? Can you set me up with all the premium channels?" he said with a silly grin on his face. I just elbowed him gently, "It will cost ya . . " "What will it cost me?" he asked with a more serious look on his face than I expected. "I don't know, I was really just kidding . . ," I said with just the slightest hint of dejection in my voice. "What is it you want from life Rach?" he asked, not giving in to my faint protest to where this questioning was going. I wasn't even sure where it was going. "I don't know I really hadn't given it much thought. Why?" that was a lie, but what was I going to say - Live like this full-time? He sat there for a moment studying me as if search for the door to my soul. His face lightened up a bit and he looked to his hand resting on my stomach, "You make a beautiful woman." It looked as if he was blushing. I moved my hand on top of his and pulled it to my lips, gently kissing it, "Thanks, that means a lot to me." I held his hand to my stomach again. "Have you been doing this long?" he continued. I looked back up at the ceiling again, "I have felt this way since grade school. For the longest time I thought I was gay because I some how got the idea in my head that any guy who even thought about touching themselves was gay. I experimented with dressing when I was probably 12 and by high school it was an addiction I just enjoyed too much. I never went to college or anything because I just could commit to being away from being like this. I got a job right out of high school and haven't looked back. Now I feel it's who I really am inside. I have been going out dressed for about 9 months. Tonight was the first time I have really interacted with anyone. You've made this the best day of my life." I could feel him staring at me and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I felt like I had said too much. He just had a way of opening me up. Shit! "So you have never been with another man before?" he said surprised. "You were my first," I said meekly. He pulled his hand away and sat up on the bed looking very intensely at me "No way. I've been around and what just happened was not beginners luck. It was too polished, exacting, like you knew every point of pleasure and anticipated my every want. Really, are you serious?" his face almost begging me for another truth. "Why would I lie?" I said and looked away from him. Now I wanted to cry and felt the beginning of a lump in my throat. "Oh God, I'm sorry Rach. It's just . . well you know, I expected . . Augh!" he said rubbing my thigh. "I thought you were a professional. I'm sorry, I had no idea." It was a lame attempt a soothing my feelings. What? I had just made up that whole life story? Wasn't he listening? I sort of liked the thought of being compared to a professional though. I was still looking away from him a mix of embarrassment, hurt, and excited pride. I didn't know what to say. "You have no idea what you are sitting on do you?" he said softly. I turned to look at him a puzzled look on my face. "I get more requests for escort services, especially for women like yourself, I can't even respond to them all. The dollar amounts paid by the hour range from $200 to over $1000," he said trying to curb the excitement in his voice. "Something like this could go a long way to helping you figure out what you want out of life Rach." I don't know what it was, his excitement about an opportunity like this for me, the money, or the genuine confidence he had in me being able to pull off being an 'escort' that peeked my curiosity. I thought about being a 'whore' then and shot him a dirty look . . "What?" he said confused. "I'm not a whore to be put in some stable somewhere. Screw that Brad!" I protested, sitting up and up looking into his eyes. "No! No, not a whore - escort." he pronounced it slowly. "As for being in a 'stable', you would be what is known as an independent. You call your own shots, do what you want when you want, and collect the lions share of anything you make." I gave him a look that said, "Yeah right!" "I'm dead serious. We set up a dummy corporation for tax purposes and billing. You do all the work and walk away monthly with at least $10,000 a month after taxes!" he was on a roll now and it was almost like he was steering me in a new career direction. "I would be there for you, you would never be lacking opportunities. I'm totally serious, you could work 1 or 2 nights per week and pull this kind of money in." What about us? I wanted to scream in his face, but just looked at him expressionless. "OK, this is a little much to absorb right now I'm guessing. But I would be willing to front you whatever cash was necessary to get this working for you. I would expect a small cut of your earnings for the first year. After that we could renegotiate a lower cut for me and you'd still be making the lions share of anything you brought in. You'd also have to make payments on the money I invest in you. I'm serious Rach, this is a better than $100,000 per year opportunity with you only putting in about a quarter of the hours you do now making what?" he asked. It was a question and it looked like he was expecting me to do the math really fast in my mind. I wasn't biting. "I make a decent salary Brad and I have simple wants." I said in such a way that it was obvious I was finished talking about it. Yes, it was very intriguing. Yes, the money was more than I could ever hope to make in a couple years. But I was not feeling as confident as he was. "How much do you make a year Rachel?" It was more a demand than a question. I gave in "I make $28,550 per year plus benefits." It was embarrassing, but my life was simple, well except for what I was doing right now. I tried to be defiant in my response but it fell way flat. He just looked at me, calculating his next words. I knew he was going to apply more pressure it was all too overwhelming. Slowly he began "Do you know when I knew who you were?" he didn't wait for an answer "When I picked you up at your car. Those breast forms may look nice hidden under a shirt but they lack substance when touched." He paused briefly to see if I was going to get upset. He pushed on when I remained quiet. "I will pay all costs associated to fixing that Rachel. I will also pay to relocate you closer to the downtown core and spring for an entire wardrobe. All you have to do is come on board as a partner with me in this venture for 1 year. One year of you saying when you will work and what you are willing to do. All I will do is handle the corporation and the clients." He was finished. That was a mouthful. It was everything I wanted? It was living as I had always wanted to live and after a year I would be free to do what I wanted. I still didn't know, what about my job? All my stuff? "Rach?" he prodded "I'm not going to get you into anything that will hurt you, you trust me don't you? These people wanting your services for the most part just want a beautiful woman to hang on their shoulder while they gamble. Some will want more, but you will always be in the drivers seat. These people are politicians, athletes, and people with money. They want just want something different, but not so different it brings them loads of attention ? there's your security. Do you trust me Rach?" "Yes, I think . . I just don't know Brad. This isn't like one of those decisions you make on the spur of the moment," I pleaded back at him unconvinced. "You don't know if you trust me?" he said with a tinge of hurt in his voice. "God damn it Brad! I feel like I can trust you, all right! I just don't know what I should do." Now I was whining. And I subconsciously moved the pillow to my lap, covering my `fake breasts' as I wrapped my arms around it. "Rach, you know what you want. You crossed a line today that you can't just walk away from. Yeah, you could continue on the same as you have been, but it's a dangerous game you are playing. I can keep you on this side of that line safely and make it a pleasurable experience at that," he said as if he was a life long friend of mine giving me stead fast advice. "Damn it Brad!" it was all to tempting I couldn't walk away from this could I? "What is your cut?" I knew he would think he had me hooked, but I needed to know. "I'll take 30% plus expenses. You make payments on my investment in you. After a year we can renegotiate," he replied. "Alright, I'll do it for 30%, but you throw in that Porsche in the garage and let me stay here with you." I felt like I was a car salesman bartering a better deal. "I'll loan you the Porsche, but I'll pick up the tab for the wardrobe," he said simply and grabbed my arms and dragged me on top of him. He hugged me and whispered, "You won't regret this Rach, I promise". "If I do it's going to cost ya!" I said giggling. And this is how my real life adventure began, at age 23, in earnest. Stay tuned for more . . .