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Party Girl My story starts a little over a year ago. So short a time and yet so far away that it seems like a previous life. My girlfriend, Kelly, and I had been invited to a Fancy Dress party. Kelly works at a private hospital in the Regents Park area of St Johns Wood, London. She's a nurse and looks good in her uniform and she knows it. She also knows that I have a bit of a fetish about nurse's uniforms. Once, while we were in Camden, we went into a Rubber Fetish shop and she chose a tight fitting pale blue Nurse's Mini-dress. That night, at home, she stood before me. Shiny blue rubber, coming to just below her Butt, tight fitting Basque underneath, black stockings, no knickers and 6-inch high silver heeled black ankle boots. Damn, I still get horny thinking about that get up. In fact I probably get hornier now than I did then. Still, despite the great sex, things weren't as good as they had been. Kelly had the chance of a promotion at work. This promotion would double her income and make both our lives more comfortable. Still, the uncertainty added to the stress within our relationship and the arguments were getting more and more frequent. Agreeing to go to Kelly's works do, something that I usually avoided, was a way of trying to bring our lives closer again, and financially, we both needed her to get this position. I had trained as a nurse as well, which is where Kelly and I met, but since graduating I hadn't actually held any nursing position for longer than a few weeks. People often considered me too short and slightly built and believed that I wouldn't be able to cope with the physical side of the job. So much for discrimination. I was not looking forward to tonight and being surrounded by successful medical staff. Kelly had chosen to go as Cleopatra and, having previewed her, 'made up', she looked fantastic. She could have been model or a makeup artist and with raven black hair cut in a mid length 'bob', looked perfect. We were having a lazy morning in bed and, as a warm up, I had my face buried in Kelly's pussy. In fact, that was how I had woken her, with the soft tickle of my tongue on her lower lips. Kelly was an almost insatiable lover, provided she was 'warmed up' properly. I'd spent the last 20 minutes with my face in her shaven pussy, Licking, rubbing and sucking her jutting clitoris, until she cried out in orgasm time and time again. Finally, almost bursting with the pressure, I was allowed to enter her hot wet hole but came almost instantly. "Fuck," Kelly shouted at me through gritted teeth. "Don't you have any fucking control?" There was no use in arguing, no point in telling her she was being unfair or of pointing out that she must have cum, over my face, 2 or 3 times already and maybe it was my turn. "Look, I'm sorry, just give me a minute. I just got a little over excited. We can get the mood back." Kelly looked at me with contempt. Then a smile spread slowly across her face. Without talking she turned around and rearranged the four pillows so that they formed a backrest against the headboard. The sight of her perfect, round arse moving back and forth had me hypnotised and had the desired effect. I knew that when she looked around and saw my erection, she would melt in my arms and squirm on the shaft of my passion. She looked back over her shoulder and I saw her eyes take in the length of my penis. Hungrily she licked her lips and if anything I felt my penis harden further as I imagined it disappearing between them, as it did when she sucked me off. It was not to be. The look of lust that had filled her face just seconds ago was replaced by that sly smile again. Kelly now climbed on the bed again and settled with her back against the pillows. "You've completely spoiled the mood. If you want to fuck me, your gonna have to get me hot all over again!" She said slowly and deliberately. There was Kelly, leaning back on her pile of pillows, shoulder length black hair, traces of Egyptian style makeup, her heavy eyeliner, dusky lids, highlighted cheeks and dark red lips; Her ample breasts showing through the flimsy satin of her nightwear. She couldn't be hotter if she were on fire. She looked a lot like a fantasy Cleopatra, even without a costume. "Just tell me how you want it, my Queen," I said kneeling on the bottom of the bed. This was going to be the best fuck ever! Cleopatra slowly brought her knees up and then just as gracefully parted her legs until her wet pussy, glistening with her own natural lubricant and my earlier ejaculation, invited my rock hard cock to penetrate her womanhood. As I moved towards my own private Heaven, Cleopatra asked in her sexiest voice, "Do you love me?" I hesitated. This question was never good news and at a time like this, could end up getting me married. To be honest I would have agreed to anything. "Yes...my Queen." I answered, at that moment, honestly. The sly smile reasserted itself on Cleopatra's face. "Then you know what you have to do to get me hot!" she whispered "Please." I stopped. To Kelly, this always meant going down on her pussy until she came at least once. Although this was said as a request, the sly smile had never, for a moment, left those pouting moist lips. "But" I began, looking at her plump, ripe pussy, just waiting to be filled with my aching dick. Her natural musky odour raising my already inflamed passion, but the sight of my own fluids, trickling slowly over her spread vulva, was, to say the least, off putting. "You know what you have to do!" she said and then added in the sly smiled, sexy voice "If you ever want to fuck me again." Smile or not, I knew she meant it. My choice, leave now (yeah right), or play her game. I'd made my decision before I'd admitted it to myself. I could not resist this Goddess. Something was shifting in our relationship but I was too far-gone at the moment to care. She ran her hand down the front of her pussy. Her middle finger, with her long dark red nail disappeared inside, then withdrew wet and slippery as she started slowly masturbating her swollen clitoris. I loved to watch Kelly masturbate with her fingers or a vibrator and I whispered softly, mesmerised by the motion, "Yes my Queen. Anything you wish." "Anything?" "Yes!" I meant it too. Her move. "I'm going to hold you to that!" Cleopatra now pushed her two middle fingers deep inside her silky chute. Once withdrawn, slippery, she held out her hand to me, middle fingers extended. Moving cautiously forwards, I drew her fingers slowly into my mouth and sucked them hesitantly. The deep musky taste I was so familiar with was mixed with a new saltiness. Not as bad as I'd expected. I felt that I had the upper hand in this game. I had been challenged and had succeeded. Kelly withdrew her fingers and inspected them. I smiled smugly. "Not a bad attempt...but..." to my surprise she once again inserted them into her love tunnel, this time making sure that they were dripping with our combined juices, "You missed a bit!" Again she extended her hand for my attention. I looked deep into her eyes for a few seconds and then, without further hesitation, sucked on her dripping salty fingers. This time pretending to enjoy the taste and putting on a show for her, I sucked greedily. Then withdrawing her hand myself, for inspection, I licked between the fingers and around the base before sucking them both again individually, to make sure that they were clean. 'Your move', I thought. "Hmm... I think your getting a taste for it." I ignored her words but, as I looked at my Goddess, was surprised by the look of triumph on her face. "You've missed another bit!" she stated, indicating her Pussy. "Lick me slave! Lick up every drop of your cum or you'll never fuck me again." All part of the game? I don't know but at that moment, I was not going to risk it. I lowered my head and tasted the mingled fluids from their hot source. At the touch of my tongue, a deep shudder racked her now trembling body. A reaction out of proportion with such a light contact. I looked up at her face; her eyes were closed in ecstasy. "Keep going, damn it!" She panted. I bent down again and took her clitoris gently between my lips. "Not yet," she gasped. Her hands grabbed my head and pushed it firmly into position over her normally tight hole. "Lick me out first, Lick it all out. Every drop" I began to gently lap up the salty fluid from around her 'lips' and as I penetrated her love nest with my tongue, an internal muscle spasm racked her body, almost shooting my own cum out of her vagina and into my mouth. I swallowed by reflex and discovered that the taste no longer bothered me. In fact I was enjoying this new twist to my love life. Kelly's heightened excitement was increasing my own enjoyment enormously. 'It's only kinky the first time you do it.' I told myself. As Kelly clenched her cheeks, pushing her pelvis towards me, I took the opportunity to lick up the only dribble of sperm left. My tongue traced a line across her tight anus back up to her pussy. Her moan was somewhere between a whimper and a squeal. Finally, when I could no longer taste myself on my Queens pussy, I moved to her clitoris and gave it the attention it deserved. Its own erection was as stiff as mine and I played it like an instrument, drawing out of her a body racking Orgasm. "Fuck me now!" she demanded "Make it hard and, this time, make it last!" As I pushed the full length of my penis into that waiting tunnel, we kissed and the taste of spunk in my mouth seemed to drive Kelly into a frenzy. As I had cleaned out her pussy, it seemed she was trying to remove the taste from my mouth with her own tongue. The urge to cum was almost more than I could handle, but, as I'd already ejaculated once, I didn't repeat my earlier failure until we both came together. United in glorious ecstasy. We lay together, cuddling and spent. Until Kelly said, "We need to get ready for the party soon." "We have hours yet." I answered, looking at the bedside clock. "It always takes longer than you think to get a girl ready." Kelly said. The slow, sly, smile was spreading over her lips again. She still looked beautiful after our morning of passion. "I'll get you something, to clean you up." I offered. "No! There's no need. I have you! " Answered Kelly firmly. "Do it like you did last time! Lick me clean!" She meant it. I looked at her eyes. "I enjoyed it. I think you did too." I obeyed, knowing that she was right. Maybe I was her slave now. Once again, Cleopatra made her self comfortable on the pillows. The main reason for this, I now understood, was so that she could watch me at work. She was asserting some sort of newfound dominance over me. I performed in the same fashion as before, although I'd learnt the correct order of service to please my Queen. I took my time, as there wasn't as much cum to clean up this time, determined to make this pleasurable. I must admit that I'd quite gotten the taste for my own sperm, or at least the kinkiness of the act, and next time I would volunteer. That would take her by surprise but was sure to please her. The only draw back was not being allowed to make love to her, this time. After Kelly showered, she came back to the bedroom. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. "You stink." She said shaking her head. "It's going to take more than a shower to freshen you up." "What do you suggest?" I asked hesitantly. Kelly routed around in a draw and came up with a tub of something. Not bothering to show me what she had, she ordered "Come with me now!" I went and in seconds was standing in the empty bath while Kelly rubbed an evil smelling cream over my legs, arms, chest and genitals, in fact, over most of my body. After a moments hesitation she spread it over my sparse stubble and carefully dabbed a spot between my eyebrows. "What is this stuff?" I asked. Kelly avoided my eyes as she checked that I was covered, and finally said, "It's a chemical cleanser. It only takes half an hour and you'll be cleaner than you've ever been. Does it sting?" "No." I was in no real mood to complain. The morning long love session had left me so satisfied that I would have done anything to please her. Even before this strange twist to our relationship. Now I was hers to command. But half an hour later I was grateful to be showering the cream off, if only because the smell was getting to me. The hot water, from the high-pressure shower, beat at my body as I lathered myself with body wash. But, as I soaped my cock and balls, clumps of hair started to come away in my hand. Shocked, I rubbed more with the same effect. The hair from the top of my thighs just washed away too. "Kelly!" I shouted in panic, "Kelly, come here quickly!" "What now?" Almost as if she'd been waiting outside the door, she came immediately into the bathroom. "Oh." That smile again, "Well it did say that that was a possible side effect on the tub. Look, just finish rinsing and we'll see what the damage is." I did as she advised, making sure that all the cream had gone. I dried off and stood naked in front of her in the bedroom. Feeling, for some reason, vulnerable, I was devoid of body hair. "See, its not that bad," The sly smile turned to one of satisfaction. "Anyway, I've never really liked big hairy men. I fell for you because you were small and, well, not overly Macho. I prefer you like this. Soft and smooth...like a girl. If we had time I'd let you fuck me again." I hesitated and then offered, "We still have a few more hours, maybe we could..." "No, there isn't time. We both still have to get ready for the party." Damn. I was going as a priest. Even if I put the cassock on backwards the first time, I could still be done in ten minutes. I said this to Kelly. "Oh your costume, I never picked it up. I forgot." "Then what am I supposed to go as?" Now I was pissed. This party meant so much to Kelly, and me, and now she had spoiled it. I had nothing that would make do. "That's it then, I'm not going." "You are!" she said firmly. "Just calm down, I'll think of something. Go and brush your teeth." I went but could see no way that we could still go together. But, after brushing my teeth I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had an uneven bald patch in the centre of my eyebrows. I returned to the bedroom, complaining, "Look! Even my eyebrows are uneven. That damned cream! I look stupid." "Sit down here." Kelly indicated the chair by the dressing table. "I'll see what I can do." She looked from one eyebrow to the other. "You're right. It does look stupid. You can't be seen in public like this you'd be a laughing stock." "You pluck your eyebrows. Couldn't you match them up or something?" "I could...But if I just shorten the longer one your going to end up looking really stupid. I'm going to have to tidy them both up properly, to make you look more... presentable." "OK. Look, just do whatever it takes. Please?" "Alright then but I'll have to thin them out a little too. Otherwise they'll never look...you know...natural." For what seemed like a lifetime I endured more pain than I ever remembered having before and shouted out often. But Kelly just told me to 'shut up' and that I was 'being a baby'. Her nipples stood out proudly, excitedly, and I found myself mesmerised by them moving back and forth. Once she had finished I went to the bathroom and sat down, dejectedly on the toilet, deciding to annoy her by taking my time. After I'd finished I started to wash my hands in the sink before glancing into the mirror to see my sore eyebrows. I stood; stunned by my reflection, for what must have been minutes; then stormed back to the bedroom. "Kelly." I called. "You've over done it. You've done my eyebrows like your own. Like a bloody girl's." She wasn't in the bedroom but there, spread out on the bed, was the pale blue rubber nurse's uniform, black Basque, a new packet of black lace top stockings and a pair of satin knickers. "Kelly," I called again, my eyebrows temporarily forgotten as the thought of sex reared its head again, "What made you change your mind? You look fantastic as Cleopatra." "I know I do." Came Kelly's voice from the doorway. "I'm still going like this." I turned to face her and I swear my heart actually skipped a beat. There in the doorway was Cleopatra, looking Stunning. The clothes a modern version of Egyptian ones. Tight around the Breasts, flowing, yet revealing more leg than Cleopatra's would have done. Natural coloured glittery stockings and gold high-heeled shoes accentuating the curve of her long legs. "Wow, you look amazing." I stated honestly. Kelly's makeup was once again perfect. In fact she looked ready to go now. "Cleopatra never looked that good herself." Kelly was genuinely pleased with my compliments. She knew that they were nothing but the truth. "I thought, when I saw you'd laid this out that maybe you had changed your mind about something else. We still have time for an encore of this morning, you know." I hesitated, and then added, "I'll lick you out first...and afterwards too!" She raised an eyebrow and smiled, but said, "Hmm tempting. But no, we don't have time." Kelly walked up to me, every move one of exaggerated sexiness. She looked me up and down as she approached, "I love your eyebrows! They suit you. I think this will be just perfect." She purred. With her heels on she towered over me by 3 or 4 inches. "They make me look gay!" "They do not!" She reproached, "Remember 'you' asked me to do them for you and that's how I do mine!" "Like a...a" "Ok ok! I admit that it is more feminine than your normal look but I only ever pluck my own eyebrows and one or two of my girl friends, so you can't blame me." I could and did! "For a first time job, I think you came out perfectly!" I opened my mouth to tell her what I thought of her handy work. "You do love me, don't you!" Statement not question. This threw me off guard and I closed my mouth slowly, nodding dumbly. "And you know how important tonight is for me? For both of us?" I guessed that she meant our relationship, as well as our financial situation. "Of course," I finally found my voice. "But I can't go. What would I wear?" Kelly kissed me gently, so as not to ruin her makeup. "I told you I'd think of something. Didn't I?" the sly, sexy smile appeared once more, as her eyes moved to the nurses uniform on the bed. I followed her gaze, missing the obvious for a few seconds. Then realisation dawned on me. "You can't be serious!" "I am perfectly serious and you're running out of time. We leave in a few hours and I have to do your makeup and everything." I was stunned. "I will not go dressed as a woman!" "You will do as you're told! Anyway, lots of men go to these do's dressed as women. You probably won't be the only one tonight." She added. Under the circumstances it seemed to make sense. "Ok then, but you are going to have to help me here." "Oh I'd planned to." The word 'planned' niggled at the back of my mind. My body was so free of hair that I could have gotten away with bear legs, so I suggested this to Kelly. "No way, and anyway, Stockings are much sexier. You've said it yourself hundreds of times." This was, of course, true but I was only going to a party. Kelly wouldn't be swayed from her decision. "All those times that I've worn them in bed just for you, I think that you can do it for me this once. Don't you?" "Yes." I answered softly. "Good! Now turn around, we've got lots to do." I faced away as Kelly reached around me with the Basque. I felt her hands moving over the smooth satin, doing up the rear. It surprised me by fitting perfectly, except at the bust. The waist was re-enforced like a corset and had laces attached, which also did up at the rear. Kelly applied an amazing amount of pressure. "I've never seen you in this." I gasped as the laces tightened. "No, I just bought it. You can christen it for me. Now breath in...More...And again." She ordered, taking up any slack that I managed to make. "There, Done." I looked down and was shocked to see the difference that one item could make to a person. The Basque clinched my stomach in tightly. I had a waist, at least 6inches thinner than normal, which seemed to accentuate the size of my hips. Hips! I looked in the full-length mirror hung on the bedroom wall. Too surprised to say anything, I turned to look at Kelly carefully removing the Nylons from their packet. She offered me the stockings but took them back off me, as I stood there just holding them, and helped me slip them over my hairless legs. I should have been able to do it myself but for some reason, my hands were shaking and I had butterflies in my stomach. Of course, in the wasp-waisted Basque, my stomach felt somewhere just below my chin. Kelly finished pulling the black nylon stockings up my smooth legs and expertly clipped them to the suspenders. I ran my hands over the top half of first one leg and then the other, from the knee, slowly up my thigh to the wide lace tops. I was amazed at the sensation and repeated it again even slower under the pretext of straightening them. "I love putting on a brand new pair of stockings. Don't you?" "I've never tried on an old pair." I mumbled. As she helped me pull up the satin knickers I felt the first twinge of an erection. Kelly, of course, noticed. "So! You do like the feel of them! Well? Admit it, you do. Don't you?" her voice half mocking, half what? Excited? Expectant? "I don't know." I lied. In truth, this was proving to be a massive turn on and I would insist we made love as soon as we got home. Only the prospect of going out, dressed like this to a party, prevented a full on hard on. "Try these on." Kelly removed the labels and handed me a pair of new 3- inch high ankle boots, pale blue, to match the uniform that was to come. "Where are the black ones you normally wear?" I asked. "6-inch heels? I don't think so. I would love to see you in them but you would have to practice for weeks just to stand up! 3-inches will have to do for tonight. Anyway, these are more your size." "Why are they my size?" only a smile and a raised eyebrow answered me. I sat down on the bed to put them on, my stocking clad feet slipping easily into the pointy toes and my heel sliding into place with a snug ease. I zipped up each boot in turn, amazed at the perfection of fit. The feel of the satin on my rear, the nylon encasing my legs, the constriction of the Basque and even the close fitting boots all added up to a full blown erection, which pushed itself over the top of my panties. I placed my weight on the slender heels and stood up slowly. The 3-inch spiked heels caused my calves to stretch and I had to change my stance to accommodate them, pushing my pelvis forward and clenching my butt. I felt ten times sexier standing in these boots than with the stockings, Basque and satin panties alone. "These can't be yours, Kelly." I observed, my voice shaking slightly. "They fit me better than my own do!" "Lucky huh? They were too big when I brought them. I haven't had time to change them yet." She paused, "If you like them, maybe I won't bother!" She looked up from inspecting the fit of my new foot ware. And found her self eye to eye with my erect manhood. "Fuck it," said Kelly crossly. "I can't have you walking round tonight with that pole sticking out of your panties. You are going to spoil every thing!" "Look, I'll just go to the bathroom and jack off." "No you won't. If you get spunk on this lot we have nothing else for you." She considered for a minute and then took down my panties. "Spread your legs a little." Reaching towards the dressing table, she grabbed a small jar of Vaseline and dipped her middle finger of her right hand into it. "A little of this on the end should help" she murmured to herself. I wondered how a blob of Vaseline on the end of my dick was going to hide it from sight. With out further warning, Kelly took the entire length of my penis into her mouth. I felt the constrictions of her throat as she swallowed its length. There is nothing like the view from above, as a kneeling woman takes your manhood between her lips. OK, the view down the front of my basque encased stomach and stocking clad legs was not what I was used to but I must admit that it was highly erotic and for some reason, standing on my toes in these boots made me feel close to Cumming already. Her right hand moved between my legs and her fingers caressed my bare hairless rear, tickling my anus. Then gently, while I was held in her mouth, her slippery finger gently entered my own rear tunnel and it was my turn to gasp. As my anus clenched tightly around her finger, she pulled back her head enough to remove my throbbing cock from her mouth and urged, "Relax baby. Trust me!" Her finger hadn't moved from its tight nest but I relaxed as instructed and Kelly once more took my entire length into her mouth. Christ, that girl has no gag reflex at all. Within seconds, her middle finger was in as far as it could go and with a few motions within, she brought me to a thundering climax. She drank my cum without spilling a drop and left me dry and drained. My hard on spent, I heard myself ask, "What the fuck was that?" "Prostrate gland." As if that justified what had just happened. "It's known as milking!" "I think we have to revisit this later," I was still stunned at the speed of my Cumming and the force of my orgasm. "I'd like to try that again." "Don't worry, by the end of tonight, we will both be fucking like rabbits. You are in for one hell of an education." She took my head in her hands again and kissed me again. I recognised the now familiar taste of my 'cum' still in her mouth. "Come on, times ticking away. Take a look at yourself in the mirror. What do you think so far?" I looked at myself once more in the full-length mirror. A flat chested woman from the neck down. Slim waist, hips not voluptuous but defined and with the added height of the 3-inch heels, long and very sexy legs. "Wow," I breathed. Kelly had just returned from the bathroom and had in her hands, what looked like two jellyfish. "What are they for?" "I borrowed them from work," she stuttered, avoiding eye contact. "To see if a boob job was a good idea." This excuse sounded lame, obviously even to Kelly, as she had as near perfect breasts as I had ever seen. Having surgery on them would have been sacrilege. She slipped one each into the bra-cups in the Basque and rearranged them until they matched. "Jesus, They're cold," I started. "They warm up to body temperature quick enough. Look, instant B cup." As I looked again at my reflection, my hands came up automatically to my new breasts. I fondled them gently; amazed at the realism and that they were attached to me. I gently played with the fake nipples, stiff yet pliable, which protruded through the silky bra cup of the Basque. Kelly regarded me for a while, lost in my own thoughts. "Now I know why men don't have tits." She stated. "It's hard enough for you to leave your dicks alone. If you had tits, you'd never get out of bed at all." I dropped my hands, embarrassed, and asked, "Do the nipples disappear as they warm up?" "No. They stay erect all the time." "People are going to think that I'm cold." I said uneasily. "Or excited!" suggested Kelly with a smirk. "What's next?" "Makeup," she answered matter of factly. Next time you see a mirror, You'll want to fuck yourself, too." I laughed, Kelly didn't, she just smiled. "Come on then, I can't wait to meet me" I joked. For the next hour, Kelly applied makeup to me with an expert eye and I found myself enjoying the attention. Although I'd often watched Kelly apply make up, I had never appreciated the skill needed to make it look so effortless. "Foundation to smooth out your skin tone. A little blusher, to lift your cheekbones, and add shape to your nose and chin. I think we'll go dusky with the eyes." The slow running commentary continued, almost like a lesson, and I hung on her every word. "Kohl eyeliner inside and outside your eyelids. Lots of mascara. I want him to notice your eyes first." "Him? Him who? Who do you want to notice me?" I asked. "Everyone. You have very pretty eyes, you know? 'Even for a girl' I meant. Really stunning in make up." She giggled, "Wouldn't it be wild, if nobody guessed you were a man?" She paused looking for my reaction. I nodded, uncertainly; "I'm not sure that I want anyone to recognise me, dressed like this. I'd never live it down." "Then we had better make sure that you're convincing then." "At least, dressed like this, nobody will be looking at my face." "I think you'll be surprised but if you act like a girl, nobody will even suspect." Kelly continued with her commentary; "The second things I want them to notice are your lips." She had outlined my lips with a pencil, a deep plum colour, and was now filling in my lips with a fine brush. Even the brush strokes seemed to tingle sensually across the surface. "This might feel a little funny," she said as she blotted my lips and applied another coat, "It's designed to puff up your lips and give you a pout. Makes you look sexier." "Pouting now?" I asked between coats, "I hope you don't get me into trouble tonight." Kelly giggled again. "Don't worry," she smirked, "Even dressed like you're going to be, you can't get pregnant from being kissed. And just as well too, with lips like yours, they'll be queuing up! Hey maybe we should charge? You're going to break someone's heart if you leave alone tonight, you know that, don't you?" We both laughed although mine was rather nervously. "A little more blusher. God this is so much fun, I wish I'd made you up months ago." If she had been making me up for a private sex session, I would have agreed. Kelly went to the bed and picked up the rubber nurses uniform. "Does dressing me like this turn you on?" I asked. She was so intent on helping me into the tight little mini dress that she hadn't answered. "Kelly, does it turn you on?" "It turns you on. I can see that! Me? I'm looking forward to being fucked tonight." she answered. "Aren't you?" "Only if we can fuck dressed like this." "Oh, I insist. Anyway, there won't be time to get you undressed before we start fucking. You'll be lucky if you have time to take your panties off." "I love you." I said. Kelly kissed me gently on the lips. Her touch was like gossamer but, both fully made up, we couldn't do much else. She checked my lips and said, "Tell me that tonight when we're both alone again and I'll believe you. We both need tonight to go well. You know that, don't you?" Then changing the subject said. "Your lipstick is kissproof, once its set fully, mine too. I thought we might need that later." Finally the whole effect was topped off by a mid length black bob, which matched Kelly's own. She stood inspecting her artistry. "I can't believe you came out so well. You look so natural. It's amazing, I couldn't have wished for a more convincing look. Now, close your eyes." Kelly led me to the full-length mirror. I moved carefully on my new heels. Kelly was right. I would never have managed 6-inches. "Now open your eyes and tell me honestly who you'd most like to fuck. First anyway." I opened my eyes and stood stunned. There were two very beautiful girls looking back at us from the mirror. One dressed as Cleopatra, the other as a sexy nurse. My mouth opened and the nurse mimicked my movements. I was captivated by my own reflection and would never have recognised myself. Moist lips, painted deep plum, pouted back at me and I knew that, although Kelly was a real woman, I would have chosen ME. I'd expected an over-made up Drag Queen look, but in all honesty; I could have been Kelly's sister. "I can't believe what you've done to me," I said breathlessly, "I look beautiful. I actually look like a real girl!" "I'm jealous! You look hotter than I do. I can see that I'm going to have competition tonight." She could tell by my reaction that I was pleased by the compliment. I blushed like a schoolgirl. "I usually have to fight off all those horny young doctors, on my own." "I have to be honest," I blurted out, "I love how I look, dressed like this. It feels so...Sexy...So..." 'RIGHT' was the word that I was thinking but couldn't say it. "I can't believe I've never even tried on a pair of your panties before." "But I suspect that this won't be the last time. Will it?" "Not if you'd ask me to!" "Don't kid yourself. I think I'd have trouble stopping you now that you've crossed the line. I'll probably have to buy two of every thing now." "Kelly. I'm doing this for you..." I paused, watching myself talk in the mirror, my mouth looked so moist and kissable that I was imagining making love to myself. Kissing my own, pouting lips as I thrust myself in and out of, an imagined, tight hot pussy. Kelly was right. I would have fucked me, first. Then I realised, that if I found myself this desirable, other unsuspecting men might also. I voiced my concern. "If we don't get me this job tonight, your going to spend a lot of time dressed like this. You'll be selling your rear end down at Kings Cross with me as your Pimp. Looking like you do now," Kelly added, "I know a lot of men that wouldn't even mind about that bulge between your legs." I looked down. Once again, my dick was trying to express its own state of arousal. I turned sideways to the mirror, looking at my body profile. As a man, I was skinny but as a girl, my figure looked just right, although maybe fuller hips would improve the disguise. I took stock of my image. Beautiful girl, stunningly attractive eyes made sexier by my perfectly plucked eyebrows (a lucky accident, as my own would have completely spoiled the effect), moist pouting plum coloured lips, very nice natural looking breasts, my nipples showing through the tight rubber, slim waist, nice pert butt (maybe it could do with a little extra padding), sexy rubber mini dress, long stocking clad legs and blue high heeled ankle boots. The effect was ruined by the unsightly bulge in the groin of my nurses uniform. Even though my dick was only capable of semi-arousal, due to its recent action, it was enough to show and spoil the effect. "I can't go like this, look at it. It's an obvious give away. One look below the waist and every one will guess!" At first I'd worried about being seen in women's clothes and then that I'd look like a Drag Queen but with my new image on the verge of perfection I felt a desperate need to conceal my manhood. It was only a fancy dress party. When had this desire to look convincing occurred? Maybe it was just that I knew I would end up with an all night erection and worried about the embarrassment that that would cause me. "Anyone could tell that I'm turned on. If I masturbated every ten minutes, I still wouldn't hide it. Dressed like this, well, I feel so damned horny!" "I new you'd get into the spirit." Giggled Kelly with a triumphant look in her eyes. Then, as she saw the honest distress in my face, said, "Look, I bought something a while back for myself, when I was feeling bloated during my period. She came back with what almost looked like a pair of strangely shaped knickers. "Here they are. Look the front of them is almost solid. They're designed to hold in a flabby tummy and lift your buttocks up. I could never get used to them though. They're restrictive, there's no rear to them at all, the padded front comes down so far, that you can't piss with them on and it's not easy to take them off in a hurry. They would certainly hide that over excited dick of yours though." She held them out for inspection but pulled back just as I reached for them. I didn't understand. Until now, Kelly had decreed what I wore, how I looked and the style of my makeup and hair. But now she seemed to be holding back the one item that would complete my outward transformation. "Please let me try them on." I begged. My heart was fluttering with nervousness or excitement. I couldn't tell which. "They aren't as sexy as the ones you've got on." "No but I'd be more likely to pull this off. I wouldn't be as self- conscious, constantly feeling that people could see that I was a man. I don't mind my butt hanging out, and anyway, my dress still covers it." I turned rear on, to the mirror "Just about anyway!" I had my legs a little apart, for balance on my high-heeled ankle boots, my hands on my hips, and was looking back, over my right shoulder. Once again amazed at how provocative I looked. The bottom of my uniform did, only just, cover my rear. Without meaning to, I had adopted a very sexy and feminine pose. I exaggerated my pout, and very slightly parted my lips. I licked them nervously, tasting the lipstick. "Nice touch," Kelly said, "But try doing it like this." I watched as she pouted sexily, her eyes smouldering with apparent lust, and then, slowly opening her mouth slightly, licked along her lovely lips with just the barest tip of her tongue before returning to her pout. I turned my head back over my shoulder and tried an imitation of this act. I licked my luscious lips with the very tip of my tongue, as shown. This added an extra shine to my beautiful plum coloured mouth and once again I practiced my sexiest pout, sucking in my cheeks slightly to increase this, as I'd seen in 'Girly Mags'. "Try it once more but imagine that you are trying signal with your eyes, how much you want his hard cock in..." "What?" "Sorry...you're too convincing... Imagine how much you want to fuck her..." She indicated my reflection. "Look at her...She is beautiful! One hundred percent woman...sex on legs...Now, whilst you lick your lips, use your eyes to tell that horny slut nurse how much you want her!" I did as told and the increased sexual tension made me dizzy with lust. "Very nice; Very sexy too. You learn quickly or watch too many porn movies. I wonder...did you ever imagined being the leading lady?" I ignored her as the implications seemed too great. "Now can I try those on? Please?" I sounded like I was begging again but couldn't help myself. "I wanted to make sure that you wanted this." She said, "And I can see that you do!" As Kelly pulled down my panties, my mind was so filled by the thought of completing my transformation, that my penis had deflated like a burst balloon and I had been too wrapped up to notice (Limp as it was, I could have gone in the tight panties but the slightest stimulation would have had me popping out the side). I guess it was the nervousness that that allowed my cock to be limp as my body cried out for sex, like the first night jitters of a virgin. It made getting my new underwear on much easier, but with my balls and limp dick in the way, they were torture. Kelly seemed to know what to do and guided my genitals into position. My penis was now upright yet flaccid behind the padded front of my knickers and with a little manipulation, Kelly had managed to push my testicles back up into a space within my groin, that I didn't know existed. The discomfort I felt initially was lessened by the tight, close fitting fabric, as there was no slackness to allow them to slip back down, and looking down I saw no sign of my manhood. Just the feminine flat area you would expect on a girl. Kelly did all this readjusting while I just stood watching, my mini dress pulled up to my feminine waist. I ran my hand down the front of my groin. There was no sign of my penis at all. I ran a finger, experimentally, into the area that a real woman's love nest would be. "Don't get carried away just yet." She said. "It's hard not to touch myself when I look like this." I said truthfully. "Just remember that, when those Doctors approach you. You look beautiful and you're going to attract a lot of attention. Keep in mind that I have to work with them once tonight's over and, whatever happens, and I mean whatever, I need that promotion." "Wouldn't it be better to tuck my penis back between my legs?" "Oh yes and have it peep out from between your butt cheeks every time you bend over. Very feminine! No...up is better for tonight. The worst that can happen is that you cum all over your own stomach." I could see her point and set to rearranging my self. With my mini dress back in place, once again I adopted my one sexy pose and was delighted to see that these strange panties had lifted my buttocks higher. My rubber uniform stretched tightly over my pert rear and as a man, I found this look extremely provocative. With smouldering eyes, I practiced licking my lips and pouting. "Your quite a tart!" Kelly laughed. "I was just, well, getting an idea of how I looked." "Don't get me wrong, girl. You look stunning. It's just that I am amazed at how naturally flirty you're being. Just think how horny we'll make them." I liked the 'we'. It made me feel a little more confident. I turned side onto the mirror. No sign at all of my hidden manhood. "Walk with me to the kitchen, I need to just check one more thing." As we walked I stumbled, clutching on to Kelly. I was made to walk the full length of the hallway, about fifty times, while Kelly coached me like a catwalk model. Finally satisfied that I could walk in my 3-inch heels without killing myself, she led the way to the kitchen but stopped and turned as she realised that I hadn't followed. "Well?" I had decided to put on a little show for her. I stood with my hands on my hips and my chest, or rather my bust, proudly jutting out. I had one leg slightly in front of the other, to try and emphasise my narrow hips. I pouted, almost sulkily with my head slightly bowed, looking up at Kelly through my long fluttering lashes. Kelly stood quietly, just watching me. I tipped my head slightly to one side and gently bit my lower lip, as if deep in consideration. Then, returning to my pout, I straightened and stepped towards her. As I walked slowly, I noticed that I was getting the feel for my new boots. I even managed to imitate Kelly's wiggle a little although she would have had to be behind me to see it. A small smile broke behind my pout. My eyes never left hers and I tried to broadcast my thoughts through the contact. 'I want you! Fuck me! I am yours! Take me now! Use me! Make love to me now! Make me cum!' Kelly looked slightly flushed as I stood before her. I licked my lips sexily, as shown, "How about a little 'girl on girl' action?" I asked softly in my best girly voice and moved in to kiss her. Kelly stopped the kiss with a finger gently on my lips. "Wow. You slut! I almost lost it there. That was perfect. A man would have stood no chance at all! Now, in the kitchen please." I smiled at her but did as asked, leading the way so that she could see my rear end wriggle. "Just lean forward over the table for a moment, please" Once again, I did as asked, without question. Kelly lifted up my mini dress, just high enough to expose my naked rear. "Hmm, very nice. Even up close, like this, you'd pass as female." I glowed with a strange pride but said, "I don't intend getting into this position over the dinner table!" "No of course not!" Kelly answered in an irritable voice but then added with a smile, "At least not until after the coffee and mints. Now just like last time, relax." Without my noticing, she had brought the Vaseline along, and once again, rubbed it into my anus. This time very slowly and gently. Not for a quick entry but for my arousal! She rubbed my anus as if it were a pussy and she were trying to get 'me' moist. I relaxed quickly, finding it incredibly erotic and, without thinking, lifted my rear expectantly, parting my cheeks to offer an easier entry. "Oh Good girl! You learn fast." Being called 'girl' whilst in this position, dressed in women's clothes and subject to the caressing that I was receiving made my knees weak and my head spin. She rubbed a little while longer, deliberately avoiding penetration, teasing me, and only when I was trembling with anticipation did she enter me with a gentle ease. I gasped and a shudder of pure pleasure rippled through my body. She gently eased her middle finger in and out repeatedly. Christ, it was heaven and I loved every thrust. My anus felt so sensitive that I could feel every tiny detail of her finger. She wasn't aiming for my prostrate, just generating waves of pleasure though her repeated penetrations. "You like that. Don't you?" She added a circular motion to her finger, causing my anal muscles to relax. "Ohhh Yes." I whispered breathlessly. Just as I was relaxing into the sensation, Kelly asked, "How about when I do this?" I felt a renewed tightness as she eased two fingers into my rear entry at the same time. Maintaining the same steady rhythm, Kelly asked, "How does that make you feel?" "Ohhh. It makes me so horny." "Do you want me to stop so that you can fuck me?" "No! Not yet. It feels so good. Oh please." I begged like a slut "make me cum again." "You want me to keep doing this... Until you cum?" The motion continued, driving me insane. "Instead of you fucking me?" "Please Kelly! Don't stop now! I beg you." "You're begging me, are you?" "I'll do anything! Just make me cum again! Pleeeese!" "Anything huh? That's twice you've promised that... How do you like the idea of being fucked?" "Huh? What?" It hadn't occurred to me that the wonderful sensation that I was experiencing was a simulated fucking. Was this what it would feel like? "We could use one of my dildos...or maybe buy a strap on one, to play with?" She continued to finger fuck me a she spoke softly and persuasively. "How would you like to have me fucking you?" As she tempted me, I pushed back in rhythm with her motion. "How would my little girl like my hard cock inside her?" At that moment, I was so horny that I would have loved it, and told her so. All I wanted was to continue to feel Kelly's fingers inside me and the thought of her fucking me, for a change, gave me goose bumps. What would it feel like to have a cock sized dildo pumping inside me? If her fingers felt this good, would something the size of a cock increase the pleasure? "Oh...please...yes!" I breathed. "Good girl!" she praised again. "It's a promise. Dildos aren't as good as the real thing..." The real thing? A real cock? ."...but it'll give you the idea." Pulling away she added, "Sorry. I can't let you cum in these panties. Not just yet." she gently withdrew her slippery fingers. I was devastated by the loss of sensation and felt cheated at not having been brought to climax. "I just wanted to remind you of how nice it felt." Kelly wiped the excess lubricant from my rear end. "And I want that sensation to stay with you, all night." "God, I LOVE IT! Promise me that I'll get more later." "Oh I promise." She said with absolute honesty. "All night, if you like. Kelly ordered me to a standing position. She appraised the area of my penis with concentration and then pulled my dress down to cover it. The rubber pulled tight, without a wrinkle and, I noticed with amazement, with no sign at all of a bulge, even in my heightened state of arousal. My full make-up hid my flushed face but my eyes were half glazed, distant, betraying my love-lust. I would have done anything, agreed to anything, just to feel that sensation of being touched, caressed, entered, filled, used...fucked? "How's that for a test?" she asked. "Now, no matter what happens, you could easily pass for a real woman. Come on, we have to go now and we have to make a stop on the way." "What do you mean test?" I asked, still flushed and breathless but there was no answer. Ten minutes later we were travelling towards Hampstead with Kelly driving. As happy as I was with my look, I wasn't comfortable enough to risk driving in these heels. We stopped outside a shop. Kelly got out and walked round to my side, opened my door and helped me climb out. ' Beautiful Acrylic Nails' claimed a sign on the front window. "Come on, but let me do the talking." She advised as we entered. Butterflies flew in impossible circles within my tightly restrained stomach. This was my first contact with a stranger dressed as I was. "Oh hi Kelly, I've been expecting you. And you're right on time" said a pretty nail technician, "Don't tell me you've chipped one of my master pieces?" "No," She laughed, "they're still perfect. This is Laura, my sister." This was the first time Kelly had used a name for me, dressed as a woman and for some reason it caused me to tingle inside. "We're going to a party now but just look at these nails," She grabbed and held out my left hand for inspection. The girl's nose wrinkled in disgust. "What times the party?" "It starts in about half an hour but a late arrival, from two such beautiful girls as ourselves, won't cause too many problems." I blushed again, both at the attention I was getting from the girl and from Kelly's compliments. The technician called over another girl. "I'm going to need help on this Babe. She's in a hurry." "Looking like that, she must have some young stud waiting for her." Answered the other girl. "We can't let a girls as hot as these be late for their dates." Both girls moved off a little, collecting whatever they needed for the job ahead. I leaned over asked in a whisper, "Your sister Laura?" "Spur of the moment. Anyway, it helps me to think of you like that. As a girl! It will stop me slipping up tonight. You don't mind, do you?" "I guess not. It will probably help me to keep in character." The technician sat down opposite me, looked up and asked, "How long do you want them? An inch and a half do you? Or do you want two inches?" Kelly stepped in and answered for me, "No, just an inch max. Its Laura's first time with nail extensions. I don't want her blinding herself tonight. Maybe we'll get more adventurous next time." She winked at me. As the two girls worked hard on me, one on each side, I marvelled at the difference that long nails made to how my hands looked. When finished, I held them up to admire them. "What colour?" asked the first girl. "Same as her lips, please" Kelly answered for me." And produced a bottle of nail varnish the exact colour of my beautifully made up lips. Once again, I realised that this must have been part of her plan but this time, I only felt gratitude for her thoughtfulness. With in minutes the deep plum colour had been expertly applied to my nails and while they were placed under an infrared dryer, Kelly dealt with the payment. Once finished, Kelly said our goodbyes and we left arm in arm, as sisters often do. Then we climbed back into the car. "How much were they?" I asked. "Don't worry," answered Kelly, "My treat!" "A necessary addition to help make me passable?" I reasoned. "No! Just a present...A thank-you treat...for coming tonight." I was surprised, "But these are so..." Girly? Feminine? Sexy??! "They make me look more like a real woman." "I knew that you'd like them!" She smiled. "Now say thank you. They look great." "Thank you. They're just...perfect," I melted slightly, showing Kelly the finished result. They were twice as long as my natural ones and fabulously natural looking and...feminine. "You're welcome Laura. We really couldn't have your original ones spoiling the effect every time you shook hands, could we? Oh, and for God's sake, remember to shake hands like a girl." Kelly inspected my nails closely and added, "They're the best too. They last for ages without needing to be filled in." "How do they come off? Do I just peel them off?" "Christ no. If I trusted stick on ones, I'd have done them myself! These are as permanent as mine! We're not messing around tonight you know?" "What?" I gasped. I regarded my long beautiful nails with a mixture of love and resentment. I did love how they looked and felt but what would I do with them in the morning. I told myself that I would drive Kelly mad all night by raking them down her back as we made love. "What kind of gift would they be if they only lasted the night?" She explained. "A girl needs to make sacrifices for beauty. Just don't try to pull them off yourself or you'll pull your real nails off too." "Now you tell me." I was literally stuck with them, like it or not. But as I considered them and how they looked, throughout the ride, I thought that it was going to be a shame to file them down to look normal. I began to realise that I did like them. They were long, very natural looking in their deep plum polish, and feminine...very feminine, and finished off my costume perfectly. Yes I liked them...A lot! We arrived at the Hampstead clinic and pulled into the underground car park. Once again, Kelly helped me out by the hand and then used the 'remote' to lock the doors. I stopped. "Kelly, do you really think that I can pull this off?" I asked with a slight tremor, "What about my voice?" "Keep your voice soft. Stay calm, smile that sexy smile of yours and wiggle your rear at men and they will be too concerned over their erections to even wonder." Kelly's reassurances helped a lot. "Oh, but watch bending over, remember, one flash of that Naked pert derri?re of yours and half the male staff will be queuing up to fill the new vacancy." I giggled now. The thought of a bunch of rampant Doctors wanting to fuck me, not knowing that I was a man, actually excited me. Sexually. It must be the thought of spending the whole night aroused, and going home to the expected sex-fest with my beloved Kelly. "Lets go in then." I suggested, "but don't leave me alone, please." Kelly smiled, gave me one more look-over and pronounced me, "Simply gorgeous!" We walked in arm in arm. As Kelly signed us both in at reception and exchanged pleasantries with the guard, I noticed that she had signed me in as 'Laura'. We moved to the lift and waited in silence. I glanced back at the guard, who was staring at us with a look of, what could only be, lust. For Devilment, I put on my sexiest pout and winked at him. His mouth opened, as if to call out, but at that moment, the lift door opened and Kelly led me into the waiting elevator. She pushed for the Penthouse and turned to me. "Flirting already?" I started to protest, "No. It's OK. Really it is. It's just how I'd hoped you would be. I never imagined that you would take to this so naturally. Just don't waste it on the 'Help'." "I was just testing my disguise." "And it's perfect, Laura darling." As she used my feminine name, I quivered inside and imagined myself in a Lesbian embrace with Kelly. I could endure anything with that picture in my mind. The elevator opened and we moved towards a big set of double wooden doors. Just outside the door was a table, laid out with nametags. Kelly found hers and attached it above her left breast. 'Cleopatra', it said clearly. Then she located another and turning to me, pinned it carefully above mine. Making sure that it didn't interfere with the look of my B cup Beauties. It said, just as clearly, 'Nurse Laura Lovitt'. I couldn't believe it. I looked at Kelly, realisation showing in my eyes, but found no look of distress or guilt. "How long have you been planning this?" I asked, "Honestly!" Kelly turned me around to face a large mirror, obviously there for guests to check themselves before entry. "Weeks! Maybe longer, subconsciously. But take a good look at yourself. You know you love it! You love how I've dressed you! You love how you look, how your clothes make you feel. You love the way you can pass for a woman. I know you love my fingers inside your 'pussy'." The use of this feminine name for my anus made me dizzy. A flashback formed in my mind of being bent over the table, of being penetrated by Kelly's long slim fingers and being 'finger fucked' to the point of climax. My pulse rate leapt. "And these panties?" "From a Transvestite shop in Euston. I wanted you to be able to look sexy for me; to be sexually aroused and to be on the verge of cumming all night; without it showing. I like being in control, dominating you and we both know that you have a submissive streak, don't we?" I could not deny her words. "Tonight, just give in to it! Be my little cum slut whore of a nurse...One night of pure fantasy...One night of submission...and if you like it...Laura could be part of our lives for ever." All through Kelly's convincing, I had been looking at my reflection. I couldn't get myself a decent job, at that I was a failure, but I could help Kelly get hers. And, boy did I look hot. Kelly looked deeply, searchingly, into my eyes. "Come on." I smiled and fluttered my long sexy eyelashes at her, "We have a job to get you." As we entered the Penthouse dance hall, I felt as though every eye in the room was on me. I was sure that everyone could tell that I was a man. There were costumes of all sorts, from a ghost in a hastily put together sheet with eyes drawn on it, to a full size 'Big Bird' from Sesame Street. A fully dressed Gladiator crossed my path, looked me up and down and winked at me. I was certain that he would have stopped, had he not had Marilyn Monroe on his arm. I wondered how our 'dates' would be dressed and peered nervously round the room, beginning to panic a little. "I don't think that this will work." I began in a whisper. "Every ones looking at me!" "Of course they are, Bimbo! You know what you are...and you still want to fuck you These men just see 'Nurse Laura' the most beautiful girl here tonight! Who can blame them for wanting to fuck you too!" Just then a voice called out, "Kelly! At last! I didn't think you were going to show up." A well- built man in an officer's uniform came up to her and kissed Kelly on both cheeks. "Hello Dominic. Hmmm. You know I can't resist a man in uniform. You look very handsome." "And you look very beautiful." "Why thank you kind sir." She leaned forwards and, slightly on tiptoe, kissed him gently on the lips. I had the feeling that this was not the first time and wondered what kind of greeting he received when Kelly wasn't in full make up. I tried to shake these jealous feelings by reminding myself of our mission. Get Kelly the job, at all cost, but I wondered just how far would she go? Would she kiss him fully, with the tease of more to come? Or, would she actually sleep with him. I was shaken out of my contemplation when Dominic suddenly turned to me. "And you must be the lovely Laura. Kelly's told me so much about you, but she never did your beauty justice. You are truly stunning. Now I'm not sure who the luckiest man is, me or Justin." I was almost mute with a combination of fear and confusion. How could she have told him about me, as Laura? Had I been so easy to manipulate, that Kelly had felt free to mention me, ahead of today without even dressing me up before to see how I'd look? He took my hand and gently kissed it as an officer might. "I am enchanted to meet you, Laura." "Erm, it's nice to meet you too Dominic." I said in my softest voice. "Come and meet Justin. He's been on edge all night. Thought you might have bailed on him. Your just in time to join us for dinner, it's about to be served and Justin's saved us a key table." He led us through the crowded dance hall, holding on to Kelly's hand. She in turn, leading me by the hand through the dancers. I tried to look ahead but kept making eye contact with young men, all seemingly staring at me. Suddenly we were at our destination. Another tall well muscled man stood up, Dressed as an Admiral in a gleaming white uniform, and greeted both Dominic and Kelly with kisses and handshakes. Then stood looking at me, with a smile on his lips, awaiting introduction. "Justin, this is the lovely Laura. Laura, your date for tonight, Justin." announced Dominic. "Hello Justin." I initiated a greeting, "I hope you're not too disappointed." "I am delighted to meet you Laura. You are more beautiful than your sister has led me to believe. Please have a seat." And he indicated the chair next to his own. I sat as demurely as I could. Kelly grabbed a waiter, gave an order, and then sat down at a diagonal from me. Small talk was exchanged until the drinks arrived. A bottle of red and a bottle of white wine were placed on the table and a glass of water was placed in front of me. I reached for it and took a large gulp and nearly choked. It was Vodka! I stared at Laura who just smiled and mouthed 'Dutch Courage'. I finished what must have been at least a quadruple measure and rejoined the conversation. The Vodka did help to relax me and I soon felt quite light headed due to not having eaten all day. As the meal progressed I found that the restriction of my underwear stopped me from eating too much and as another glass of 'water' was placed in front of me, I was already giggling at Justin's jokes. To be honest I enjoyed the attention and the conversation. Justin was fun. After dinner was done I found that I had to keep making excuses to Justin, as he seemed determined to get me on the dance floor. I caught Kelly frowning at me. 'Go on!' she mouthed, eyes glaring. As I reluctantly allowed myself to be pulled to my feet, the pace of the music changed and a slow dance number started. Justin's smile nearly split his face in half. As I looked at Kelly, her smile of triumph was just as wide, her eyes seemed to glitter and say, 'serves you right for making him wait'. We danced together, a slow smooch, with Justin's big arms wrapped around my slim waist. I was constantly aware of the nearness of his manhood as he held me tightly but he seemed to be content just to look at my face. His gaze making a triangle between my eyes and my pretty lips. Fuelled by the alcohol, I decided to try my little tease. I waited until his eyes returned to my mouth and then slowly ran the tip of my tongue along the contours of my plum coloured lips and returned them to a slight pout. My big eyes looking into his, smouldering with lust (Pretending to smoulder with lust). As he leaned slowly towards me, I knew that I had gone too far but at that moment the music ended and I had an excuse to break away. With what I hoped was a coy smile I led Justin back to the table. "I'll get some more wine." Said Justin and, with a smile aimed at me, headed off to the bar. "Nice move," whispered Kelly in passing, "I was watching you." "Jesus." I said to Kelly. "That was too close. I must be getting drunk. I need to clear my head before I get 'myself' into trouble." "Your doing fine. He really likes you. I mean 'really' likes you. Don't do anything to piss him off now!" She considered for a moment and then taking me by the hand, led me to a door hidden behind a curtain. It led to a rooftop garden and was deserted. "Take a few moments. Breathe deeply and you'll soon be feeling yourself." She left me in the warm night air. Still feeling a little light headed, I breathed in the warm fresh summer air and reprimanded myself for leading Justin on. Yet I inwardly marvelled at the success of the night so far. Helping secure this job for Kelly actually seemed within reach. I thought of Kelly's words and giggled quietly, 'soon be feeling yourself'. Once more I felt the urge to touch myself and being alone, did so. First, my hand caressed the smooth flat space where my dick should have been. It was amazing. I could feel no sign of my penis, in fact, no genital bulges at all. As turned on as I was becoming, I could detect no change at all. My hands moved to my breasts and I felt the nipples, hard and proud, beneath the rubber and satin. I wished at that moment that they were real and that I could gain the same kind of pleasure that a girl could from this act. My mind began to fantasise and fill in the missing sensations from my past sexual encounters. Lost in fantasy, like this, I felt that I could bring myself to climax and, being alone, I continued to edge myself closer to release. "Not starting without me?" asked Justin's voice from close behind me. I froze, hands on titties while I felt him approach. "I can do that for you." What could I do? He mo