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AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Odd Audition" and "Waiting, Game" are excerpts of a larger story, called "Bond Girls and Baby Dolls." The entire thing looks like it might run close to 100,000 words. Very likely, then, never to be completed. More likely if I get some good response. As a penultimate draft, editorial nitpicking is also welcomed. As an excerpt, it drops the reader into a situation with lots of unexplained characters. Still, I think this section stands fairly well on it's own. I assert the usual boilerplate regarding copyright and age-restricted viewing. The former requires no statement, and the latter statement can't enforce behavior. Nevertheless, I fully concur with both, in both meaning and intent. Mid-November 2002: Odd Audition Events really started to speed after the T-girl secret had been revealed. Though not mentioned, it was clear now that I was being trained and groomed for a life like my girlfriends'-as a pampered pussy-boy plaything for this secret men's club. My silly dreams of claiming all the joys and privileges of girlhood were actually real and possible. The thought of this was frightening-especially what other people would think-but my days of worrying always came back to the realization that I couldn't not do it. The next time I saw Shauna outside school, she didn't say anything about our earlier talk. We watched a bad movie and she chattered away about school, a new shoe store that opened in the mall, and other stuff that I mumblingly pretended to be paying attention to. Only when I was about to leave (changing back into my horrid boy outfit) did she say "Is there something you want to ask me Holli?" Half naked and staring at the floor I stuttered "Ummm... I... d... d...does Mr. Bond... does he... want me to, well, join this club?" "Sweetie," she trilled "only men can be Temple members! But, yes, I think he'd like you to consider joining 'us.' More importantly, Lisette and I would be thrilled if you wanted to be our sister!" Lifting my chin with a finger and gazing deeply in my teary eyes, she whispered "That is what you want, isn't it baby?" I nodded and fell into her deep embrace. The next day in the school hallway she whispered "I've told Daddy about last night, and he wants to meet you at six. Okay?" Seconds after I anxiously rang the doorbell, Mr. Bond greeted me warmly and effusively, as he opened his arms for a long hug and peck on the cheek. It wasn't really sexual, but definitely not like a hug between two men, or even two women. I felt an almost childish feeling of protected contentment (probably because the last time I'd been held like by someone so much bigger than me was as a child). "We've a lot of important things to talk about Holli. But first let Shauna get you presentable, and I'll see in my office in 20 minutes or so." Shauna, who was standing nearby, grabbed my hand to gigglingly drag me to her bedroom. Expecting some special outfit or extravagant make-up, I was surprised to be told to keep it simple and innocent. Just a single coat of mascara, tinted lip gloss and a dab of blush (both of a bright childish pink). Meanwhile she center-parted my hair into bouncy bunches on either side, held by sparkly pink bands. "Just studs, I think," she mused before handing me a pair of tiny pink gems, "and maybe this."-a very little-girly necklace spelling "Princess" in delicate script. She then told me to get undressed (which I was now perfectly comfortable doing in front of her, especially since I knew we were the same between the legs, making me less embarrassed by mine). I asked her what Mr. Bond might do or say, and she put me at ease by giving me a general idea that he would explain the Temple, it's rules, and rewards, before offering me a place in his house. She said he'd want to inspect me, but that all girls know a little lingerie was sexier that total nudity. What she tossed on the bed was very little indeed-both the bralette and bikini panties in undecorated plain white covered everything well enough, but were as sheer as fine hosiery except for the bands and straps. They were virtually the "idea" of a lingerie set. A girl could enjoy the deliciously feminine feeling of wispy bra and panties, while a man could ogle all her charms. Shauna dashed to Lisette's room for shoes as I slipped into the slinky set and noted with pride that I filled the size small bralette somewhat. Not stretching it, but they were identifiably breasts topped with chubby unboy-like nips. "Cute. Definitely bigger than double-A anyway" Shauna mused as she tossed a choice of shoes on the bed. Then she reached out and gently twisted and pulled on the dark nubs, causing me to gently groan from the delightful tingle washed all over me! "That'll keep ya! He keeps it cold in the office, so they stay perky," she laughed. I slipped on some simple toe- thonged white kitten-heels, and my girlfriend covered me in a light flowery body-mist. Shauna ticked-off some quick last-minute instructions: "Be as sweet and polite as you can. Answer all his questions briefly and honestly, and do whatever he says. It's fine to seem hesitating or unwilling but you must follow instructions. He'll tell you when you can ask questions, don't speak until you are told. Don't worry if you are nervous-it'll just seem cute. Use your girliest voice. Don't speak seductively or act sexy. Mince, don't sashay. If he wants you to act tarty he'll tell you. Keep your little dolly curled up like it is, in the front of your panties. If he wants it tucked, he'll tell you. Most importantly, unless you are in the mood to be spanked, don't ever refer what's in your panties as a penis. Use thingy, pet, dolly, jewel, twinkle or anything you like that sounds cute. Your not expected to know all the rules yet so you needn't worry about being disciplined, but he might make an exception in that case. Oh, and no crude words about your tushie. Daddy might say "asshole" because he's a man, but you mustn't. Gee, look at me babbling. You're enough of a young lady to know that!" With a quick pinch of the butt and an air kiss, she shooed me off to "Daddy." Mr. Bond amiably and casually invited me to sit at one of the leather armchairs in front of my desk. He complimented my prettiness and "excellent progress reports," before briskly turning to business. He outlined how the Temple worked, and the benefits that I could expect. I'd learned some of this stuff before, but this professional presentation impressed upon me the scope and organization of this boys club. It was almost like a Human Resources meeting before starting a job (retirement account, sick-leave policy, travel expense reimbursement) except for my lack of an interview suit. Despite some shivering, I was warming to the more than naked feeling of my attire. The feminine vulnerability of my outfit underlined the difference between myself and this man. I was growing to understand the serene security of submissiveness. I discovered the Temple consisted of about twenty members, and that by rule they kept a ratio of 3 to 4 men, per girl. I learned of the other girls in the Los Angeles "dollhouse." I also learned I would move there once I was deemed unquestionably female. "That's the usual arrangement, as it minimizes the risk of discovery, which is greater in a girl's hometown." Mr. Bond observed. Girls typically committed themselves for four years. Free room and board, in conditions of great comfort. Five hundred dollars a month 'allowance' ("the girls spend most of it on make-up," he laughed). After four years she could leave with her 'severance package.' This was the big benefit. Dividing by four, I realized this amount was less than you'd make in a full-time minimum- wage job. But as a lump sum it was impressive-enough for full tuition at a decent college, or buy your dream-car (maybe two or three, if you didn't dream big!) This amount wasn't fixed, as it depended on 'performance of the investments' (Literally. At first I thought it was a polite way of saying girls got more money if they gave better blowjobs. But the money was in fact placed in an investment portfolio). After that girl's sometimes stayed, if the membership was willing. "Of course, you aren't a prisoner Holli," he helpfully noted. "You can leave at anytime, but the girls generally love the lifestyle, and want the retirement benefits. We've never had a girl voluntarily leave." Through this all, Mr. Bond continually impressed upon me the need for discretion regarding the Temple. There were other financial incentives. Something about 'recruitment bonuses', that I didn't really understand. One of the members was a plastic surgeon who waived his fee, so you could get half-price feminization improvements. The rest of the cost just required applying for a loan that you'd repay after the four years. "If necessary," Bond winked "for a boob job, for instance, you can expect one of the gentlemen will volunteer to pay the rest." Then he mentioned the chance to be lavished with the presents that Lisette and Shauna endlessly spoke of. Bond noted that girls were forbidden to have sex with anyone not connected to the Temple. Surprisingly, he mentioned that members too could be expelled for this (though they could have a wife or girlfriend, they were only supposed to cheat on her with us!) Everyone had to document regular STD testing. "We don't use condoms, and after discretion, safety is or motto." he declared. He stressed that I would be expected to be submissively compliant to masculine expectations. Then he went on to mention what I could refuse. "First, Holli, understand that you may refuse to perform any act at all. Obviously simple things like refusing to be mounted by a specific Temple member, objecting to being penetrated by multiple partners, or unwillingness to swallow cum, would require us to let a girl go immediately. But otherwise a girl need only cry "Foul!" That is our safe-word, since often our members will want you to use other words expressing reluctance or resistance. These matters are rarely a problem, since gentlemen with atypical demands can always find some girl happy to cater to them, and will tend to focus his attentions on her. We don't tolerate illegal sexual acts. We don't permit girls to be hurt-members are aware that discipline beyond a severe spanking requires a girl's specific request. We strictly forbid members from playing the female role of being entered in the mouth or anus, whether by a girl's little jewel, or another man's cock. We will expel members who persist in any of these behaviors, and girls are expected to report them." When he asked if I had any other questions, I asked if there was a copy of all these rules and regulations so I could study them. "Well, honey, the bylaws are men's business that you needn't worry about. Ask Lisette to show you her rulebook, though-it's sort of a code of conduct that our little ladies have compiled over the years, and it may be helpful. Now just come around here. I've a few last things I'd like to show you. As I hesitatingly wiggled around the corner of the grand desk, Mr. Bond turned his oversized leather swivel chair towards me. "Just a few pictures here, to help you understand and decide. You'll be warmer and more comfortable snuggled-up here with me. Please tuck your charming clittie away first." Eyes averted in the embarrassment of this man staring while my hands fumbled in my panties, I made the requested rearrangement. Then, gingerly, I eased onto his lap, not knowing exactly how a girl did this and afraid for the evident hard-on in Mr. Bond's thin trousers. Happily, I realized I wasn't really scared of his penis, just worried not hop aboard undaintily and break it! "There now," Bond whispered-his lips were alongside my ear so I could feel the breath of his calm, quiet words. This is the house in Los Angeles, I was telling you about. A great place to call home. Look at those spectacular views!" As he flipped through a few photos of the modernist glass and steel home, it reminded me of two things. First, though smaller, more modern and without the spacious lawns, it had something in common with this house, with sweeping walls of glass overlooking a swimming pool backing to a valley that offered vistas and privacy. Second, even in my limited experience, I recognized it as the sort of house that often featured in porn flicks. "Here are some pictures of a pleasant little swim party we had there a few years back." These were all distant wide shots with people swimming, milling around, or clustered by a big barbeque. Other than Lisette, nobody was recognizable. There were 8 or 9 men attired in swimwear or shorts and t-shirts, and 4 or 5 girls, identically clad in just heels and bikini bottoms. "Like all our big get togethers everyone had a great time. The next day most of us went sailing on the yacht we have out there. In the evening we hired a few beauticians to visit the house for massages and facials and pedicures to keep the girls happy, while the gentlemen went out to dinner." I was getting quite comfy in the warm clutch of this man whose firm hand gripped my waist with caressing fingers. The outside of my thigh was against his firm stomach, with his steely dick wedged between. I could feel the pulse of the blood engorging his manhood. Like being hugged to a beating heart, this was calming, and I felt my body pulse to his rhythm. Pressed between my thighs, my penis (or whatever!) throbbed and twitched in a helpless attempt to imitate the hardness of its big, manly neighbor. Its tip touched Bond's thigh, and I wondered if he felt my pulse too. He turned over a few other pix, clearly taken on the same day. All close-ups of the same person (joyful, seated, and usually clutching a margarita glass) with a varying background of the legs and hands of other guests. A fat youngster, made-up like a girl with nicely-arched brows over shimmering eye shadow and popping magenta lipstick. "This little darling is Shauna," he hummed. I was startled to realize it was- with her cute heart-shaped face, good cheekbones and stunning eyes. "Less than two years ago," Bond laughed "and you must admit, sweetcheeks, that your sissy charms are already much greater." He was right, too! "Shauna" for all her cute features and make-up plainly looked to be a boy. Her complexion wasn't the greatest. Her jaw-length hair quite unattractively and androgynously cut. Her chin and sweaty upper lip showed not obvious, but unmistakable, signs of closely-shaved whiskers. I very lumpy fat nose dominated her face, detracting from her best features. Plus she was maybe 30 pounds heavier. Not obese but clearly fat. Wearing just bikini bottoms, she proudly displayed tits hardly bigger than mine were now. Only I didn't immediately recognize them as breasts. They seemed especially unfortunate developments on a fat boy; only making her look chubbier than she was. I nodded dumbly as Mr. Bond said "So now you can truly appreciate the stunning butterfly we can help you become." The last photo showed more than a dozen men-grouped formally, but smilingly casual. Sunburn and drink-reddened faces contrasted with the well-tailored suits most wore. "And this is from after our Gentleman's Dinner, showing most of the Temple members. Quite a handsome group of men, that any girl would appreciate the attentions of, don't you think?" Bond suggested while progressing to gently fingering my projecting nipple. Politely I agreed while scanning the photo. He was right, sorta. The first thing that surprised me (though it shouldn't) was their age. Half the guys looked forties, among others ranging maybe 25 to 60. Faces very attractive to ever so slightly below average, made for a moderately handsome group. One thing was definitely in there favor though! For their ages all the men looked strong and fit. What I mean is that none of the men were scrawny or fat, or waifish or short. In my careful assessment of these men, I was distracted only by noticing the teensiest glimpse of something beside my thigh. This was the red tip of Mr. Bonds rampant tool, where it had slipped out of his buttoned fly. This was probably my fault, as I'd had to shift my bottom in his lap a few times just to keep from slipping (and he'd helpfully cradled me more firmly. I struggled to remember not to do anything I wasn't told to as I thought about fingering it. "What a girl like you should remember, Holli, is that most of these men are very wealthy and some very influential. You can be certain they'll be generous while you cater to their needs. When you leave, you'll have the money to give you a good start in life, but also friends who can offer valuable guidance and support. Go ahead and touch it if you want," he suggested. I did. Not sexually, and just with a fingertipped curiosity about this hot, spongy, throbbing. "So, yes, well... some of our girls have even gone onto marry Temple members. Being the wife of a wealthy man is a rare opportunity for someone who delights in the sissyboyishness hidden in her panties. Alternately, other girls opt for a vagina that completes the feminine perfection they have achieved. Either way, our "graduates" have the perfect opportunity to live lives of their dreams." "So that's about it, Holli. Enjoy the protection and luxury that my house offers. Spend your days with your pretty sisters, shopping, primping, gossiping or whatever fun young girls enjoy. Maybe half your weekends-and whatever other times are required-you'll entertain our select group of gentleman callers, and service their sexual needs. In a few years, you'll be a gorgeous, captivating and experienced woman, embarking on life with a 'nest-egg' and limitless options. You may taste that drop, if you like Holli," he grunted. Shyly, I did. "Any questions?" he enquired as I tasted my salty, sticky finger tip. "Well would I, ummm, go to bed with you too, sir?" I blushed. "Naturally, sweetheart, when I'm home. And with your sisters, if you chose. We don't forbid lesbianism, though we do discourage them trying to penetrate each other." "That sounds good, doesn't it Holli?" he coaxed. "An easy decision, I imagine. In any case you needn't worry your pretty little head too much now. You'd just be agreeing to apply, and could change your mind anytime over the next few days, while the members decide." I turned to look into his (inches away) eyes and confidently whispered "Yes sir, that is exactly what I want." This warm, naked moment of locked-eyes, pulsing veins and soft breathing was exactly what I imagined the precious instant before a man kisses a woman would be like. Not that I'd ever been in the situation, particularly not looking up into a man's eyes in moist anticipation. I'd certainly never filled these achingly long seconds with involuntarily fluttering eyelashes and twitching glossed lips, while awash with desire for the instant of sudden masculine initiative. I was unprepared for the abrupt ease with which this man lifted me from his lap, and returned to our business. Standing in bewildered nakedness, I watched Mr. Bond reposition a few things in the corner of his office. He invited me to sit on a low leather ottoman, while he arranged and explained. "As you know, Holli, the Temple has rules and procedures. This is just a formality, as I'm sure the others will recognize your beauty and eagerness to please, just as I do," he announced, while positioning a tripod and video camera just a few feet in front of me and a little higher than my head. "We'll just share this with a few men. An audition of sorts, but nothing to fret over. I'll ask you some questions, you just need to smile and follow my lead." I shivered from the coldness on my pantied bottom and threatening blank camera's eye-vulnerable after the warm safety of Mr. Bond's embrace. But I managed a smile on seeing the big funny pant protrusion that proved I wasn't alone in being tense. I used the dim mirror of the lens to fluff my hair and settle on a primly attractive pose. "Okay Ready. You look great, doll. We're rolling... please introduce yourself to the gentleman, sweetheart." Hi! I'm Holli Hollis. How old are you, Holli. I'm eighteen, sir. Great Holli, and what do you do? Do? Ummm... well I'm a student. A senior in high school. What are you planning on doing after high school, Holli? I'm, not sure sir... ummm I hope this thing, like... Okay, well let me ask you this: 'what do you dream of being when you grow up?' Ohhh, a girl, sir! Or a woman, I guess. And we have just discussed how you can reach your dreams, haven't we Holli? Yes! It sounds sooo exciting! So of your own free will, you've chosen the opportunity that we discussed. Absolutely! That's why we are making this video for these men. What are you looking forward to, if accepted, Holli. To be like Lisette and Shauna. I want to be taken care of and wear cute outfits all the time. And I want to be beautiful like them. I want to be pretty, and feminine and attractive to men. Is there anything else, Holli? Ummm... well I want to have sex with men. I want to learn to please men, and do whatever they wish. But only with straight men, isn't that correct, Holli. You already seem to be a girl. Ohhh, thank-you, sir. Yes, I only want men who'll treat me as a girl. What does 'treat me as a girl' mean, Holli? You know, like guys will be strong and protective, and they like me to be sissy-ish, and they want to put their hard cocks in me. Very good, princess. We can see you've got titties like a little girl might have. Yes sir. From the hormones. And do you want to continue these hormones so your tits will get bigger? Very much! And so they'll make me more girly all over! "I'll just note gentleman that large-breastedness runs in Holli's family, so we expect excellent results. While I move the camera back a little I'm going to ask Holli to stand up so she can show-off her figure for you. Great! Now Holli let the men see all of you. You need to stay in one spot, but twirl. Don't be nervous, girl. Just keep posing like I'm taking sexy photos of you. That's good... run your fingers all over yourself. Keep going, you know what to do." As I haltingly warmed-up to throwing modeling poses, Mr. Bond commentated. "Holli. Blue-eyed, naturally dark-blonde. Face, as you've seen, still boyish but at a fairly feminine extreme, with much potential. 5'6" and already quite slim. Musculature tends wiry, not bulky. Already good reduction since I met her six months ago. Six months more hormones and lack of heavy-lifting should do the trick. Excellent response to hormones in breasts and skin. Heredity alone should prove sufficient for average-sized tits for her frame. Filling of the hips, ass and thighs are evident, though possibly not visible on this tape. Hands and feet are delicate-size certainly no worse than you'd expect. Body hair is fine and light, with average coverage for an eighteen year-old. In my opinion, Holli is physically in the top five I've ever seen." Though some of these comments annoyed me, I was finding this raw attention very exciting, and started caressing my breasts in front of the camera. "She's still a bit nervous in front of a man, but eager as you see. With girls she is already very natural and comfortable. Nearly perfect in mannerisms, except the voice. Personal situation is ideal, as Holli will be living alone soon. Reliability is good. Compliance fair to good. Determination, excellent. She's smart and responsible- other than the little a matter of which you are aware. Holli, you can remove your panties now. Perfect honey, just move your feet apart a bit and hold still." "Beautiful. Now we can see between your legs. Isn't that a penis?" No, sir It looks like one. Only men have penises, sir. Exactly, Holli! But tell me about this pretty thing. Tell you what? Does it get hard like men's penises. Not exactly. But it does stiffen? Yes sir, sometimes when I play with it or... umm put toys in me... but... But what? But it doesn't get hard like cocks do. Not just because I feel horny. Does it ejaculate like a cock? Not exactly, sir. There's a lot of fluid, but it kinda just oozes out. Thanks. Now just turn around and bend over. Like this!? Perfect, Holli. Now just use your hands to bounce it a bit. Does that feel nice? I'd rather it was your hand, sir. I'm sure, pansy. But just use your own hands to part your bottom cheeks. Yes, sir. You're aware you are exposing your cute hole to the camera? I know, sir. Can you twitch it? Like this!? Yes, like that. Just like you are inviting a cock inside you. Mmmmm... Have you had a man's cock in you, Holli? Just once, in my mouth. But the entrance you're presenting is virginal? Yes... except for toys. But you want it to be used as a pussy-a hole designed to accommodate men's cocks. Yes, sir. And for them to cum inside of me. Circle your finger around the entrance, darling. That's right... and just pat it a little. Like this, sir? Yes. And wiggle your hot little ass, to show these men you wished they could penetrate you now. --Giggle- Tell the guys what you are thinking. I'm thinking how nice it would be if all you were here to fill my pussy with your cocks! Thank you, dear. You may turn to the camera now, on your knees. Wave to the men. Hi guys!! To demonstrate her willingness to be of service, and her understanding of the nature of services we expect, Holli will now fellate me. Bond tugged at the drawstring of his pants. They fell to the floor revealing taut, tanned, moderately hairy thighs, and the underside of the rigid pole thrust upward toward his stomach. The hair around his cock was, I noticed, trimmed quite short, but plentiful and unshaven. The beast itself was (I later learned) nearly 7" with average girth. It's impression on me, though, was of something twice the size, as it was certainly the biggest I'd seen outside a TV screen. The balls were noticeably over-sized, and held in a tight, tough, exceptionally dark sac. Mr. Bond had to remind me to keep my eyes on the camera as he approached and stood sideways to me, with his hip at my shoulder and penis less than a foot from my face. It was too high for me with my butt pressed to my heels, so I rose slightly. "You understand what I want , Holli. So please lean forward and extend your tongue." As I nodded and complied, Mr. Bond continued to instruct me and narrate the action. Throughout it all he maintained a composed, steady voice, that only spurred me to try make him falter or moan. "Good. Eyes wide-open and focused on the camera at all times. As I lower the tip of my dick to your tongue, you may lap at it gently. And stroke the head with your lips. Fine, now run your tongue down the length of the underside. Move lower and flicker your tongue on my testicle. More tongue now. Wet them all over. Good girl! Open your mouth, curl your lips out... and very gently take the ball so it's lightly held between your lips. And hold perfectly still, so you can feel the pulse and the ball slowly moving. Imagine the millions of sperm wiggling inside." My heart raced at the thought while I held this odd position-chin raised, head tilted and eyes rolled back to stay fixed on the lense. As he lowered his cock so not to block my gaze, Mr. Bond gently stroked my cheek and neck with his far hand. "Wonderful, Holli! Now shift to face me. Don't worry about the camera anymore. Just touch your lips to the tip. Part your lips-watch your teeth-just hold the glans between your lips. Work your wet lips a little, suckle the head like a baby. Great baby! Keep that up. Nice and peaceful and relaxing, isn't it. Tug at your nipples a bit, Holli. Show the gentlemen how stiff they can get in your sweet girlish bra." I felt warmly dreamy. Perfectly focused, hardly thinking, merely responding to the calm voice. "Go just a little deeper, and flick your tongue at the tip. Roll your head a bit. That's a good little cocksucker. Now grip the shaft tightly with your lips. Make some suction so your cheeks dimple. A bit less than that. Now bob your head. Real... slow. Pull back until you feel the bottom of the helmet pass your lips then slowly back down. A few strokes then go slightly deeper. Steady rhythm. Good girl! Then a few more and a little deeper. No sissy, don't try to work your tongue yet! Now change the pace as my cock plunges into your mouth. Always slow on the way out though... and always a bit deeper. Finger my balls. Feel your spit dribbling down them." Strangely I'd been too involved to notice how sloppy my sucking had become. Only his voice made me realize the wetness dripping from my chin. If it starts to feel uncomfortable, just keep bobbing without going deeper. Enjoy the rubbing on your lips. If you suck long and hard enough they'll be a bit redder and plumper afterwards. I know you'll like that. Fine. You're swallowing about half my tool, darling. Don't be frightened. I'm not going to shove it down. Keep calm and try for just a bit more. Take it slowly if you need to. That's better. Now on the bottom of the next stroke hold perfectly still. Just enjoy my manhood deep in your cocksucking mouth. That's right. Still and quiet, nothing you have to think about except my cock. Well guys! Holli now has about 4 inches inside her. Enough to show you she's pliant and eager. I'd say a C+ blowjob, which is good work for only her second time. You can see she's still not stiff, except for her pretty nipples Since you guys won't be able to see her tongue and lip technique, I'm just going to finish up." While speaking to the men, Bond gently patted my head like I was a puppy. "I'm going to fuck your sweet mouth now Holli. Just keep still, keep the suction and your teeth out of the way, and I'll take care of everything else. Wrap your left hand around the base of my shaft. Like that, to keep me from going any deeper than I am. Now wipe your right hand on your, and pull your popsy with it while I pump your mouth." He held my head still by gripping my very conveniently placed bunches of hair then commenced slow 4-inch thrusts. Steadily, but quite quickly he increased speed. I tried to pace my own stroking with his thrusts, but he soon got too fast for me to keep up. As his hips raced my lips felt rubbery and numb, and the fingers of my left hand slickened with my salivation. "Guys, I'm going to go with a facial, as Holli hasn't had the pleasure of that special emasculation. Soon as I pull-out, Holli raise your face and close your eyes. Uggh!" I could barely enjoy the accomplishment of making him grunt before his hands released my hair, and his cock withdrew from my mouth. His exit was just in time (from his point of view, too soon from mine) as the instant my lips smacked shut his lusty jet of cum hit them point-blank, and spattered everywhere. The second jet splashed up my cheek and across the eye, followed by a third dollop of goo on the other cheek. The weak fourth squirt was aimed at my chin. Then I felt the light thud as he let his penis flop forward to rest on my face-spent balls heaving under my chin, while the last of the thick manly sauce dribbled on my forehead. Then I enjoyed what must have been more than a minute of bliss as I frantically stroked myself to the sound of my quiet mewling sighs and Mr. Bond's heavy breathing. Removing his still very erect manhood, Mr. Bond instructed me to open my eyes and lick my semen dappled lips. Reading my mind as my eyes darted imploringly from his face to his cock, Mr. Bond simply nodded before I leaned forward to eke the remnants of masculine fluid from the tube. "Gentlemen, you can see that Holli has managed a very unladylike protrusion. Engorged, though not quite as hard as a male erection. Surprisingly she hasn't cum. I'll instruct her now to stop, so that she'll continue to learn that her orgasms are more appropriate, and pleasurable, when her pussy is stuffed. Holli, please put your face close to the camera. Closer, sissy. Clean up your face. Use your fingers to get all the sperm in your mouth, where it belongs. And if there's anything you'd like to say to the men before we finish, go right ahead." My nose nearly pressed to the lens, I saw the reflection of my lewd cum-licking. Flirting with this mirror I tried my coquettish best to prolong this display of pouty, lash-batting finger sucking. Between sucks and licks, as I slowly collected the gobs of nutsauce destined for my tongue, I squeaked out a little speech. "Sirs, I hope you all enjoy my video as much as I liked making it... I'm a really quick learner, and ever so eager to please... Mmmm, Yummy... Pleeeease give me this chance... I can't wait for you all to come... and see me... Thanks again... Byeeeee!" With the camera turned off, Mr. Bond silently wrapped me in his strong arms. My lips, breathless, parted as his thick tongue penetrated them. I swooned to my first kiss from a man, as his softening sticky thick cock pressed at my tummy. "Run along now," he smiled. I allowed myself a tarty bottom wriggle as I bent down for my panties. Then I proudly flounced back to Shauna, who beamed at the sight of me-face glistening, clit bouncing, and panties tightly gripped in my sweaty little palm. Mid November 2002: Waiting, Game Now I don't know how it is where you live. But in these parts a girl who's given a man a hummer and had him spooge on her face can reasonably expect he'll fuck her soon, or it least want another blowjob! I'll admit to a little fear mixed with my excitement. Honestly, I expected my arrival at Casa de Bond would be followed, within seconds, by my entry-bent over the nearest chair. But over the next few visits, fear turned to incomprehension to frustration. And it's not like he wasn't around, or seemed at all busy. He was quite happy to tell me how nice I looked, or hug me, or even let me snuggle in his lap. I often could see or feel that he hadn't suddenly lost the ability to get hard, nor had I lost the skill to make him so. Despite it all, he never tried anything, not even to kiss me (well not properly, anyway). I knew I wasn't supposed to take the initiative, or demand the attention. But I tried all the tricks that I had become so practiced in. Lisette and Shauna encouraged me in this, but claimed no understanding of Mr. Bond's muted response. Before a week had passed, I'd reached the point of preening in lingerie even if the other girls were fully dressed. Home had become increasingly chaotic, with my Mom very distracted choosing what she needed choosing what she wanted to ship overseas, and preparing for the wedding. The ceremony itself was just a simple Registrar's Office thing, but they were having a wedding/bon voyage party afterwards. Mom was very happy to have me out of her hair. Eight days (I counted!) after my audition, I went directly from school to the Bond's. I didn't have a key, but other than that, pretty much freedom of the house. Lisette simply met me at the door, said they were working, and left me to my devices. First, I hunted for the proper douching equipment and ensured I was squeaky clean. I ran a bath, made sure my shaving was absolutely perfect, and luxuriated in bubbles until the water chilled. Responsibly, I did an hour of homework-delighted by the idea that "Patrick" would turn in the trig problems, and take-home history quiz that Holli had completed dressed only in one of Shauna's slinky robes an a pair of finest La Perla panties. Then I started on make-up. Lisette stopped in to say she was going grocery shopping, and that I shouldn't disturb Mr. Bond from his business and teleconference. I'd never really had such time alone to work on my look. Sure, I'd enjoyed hour being primped by my friends, or practicing my skills under their direction. I was also practiced enough in doing the basics to put myself together in 15 minutes. But this was my first solo effort imitating the artistry of the girls. I flipped through a couple of make-up books for a new and challenging look, and settled a Golden Age of Hollywood thing. I surprised myself with the plucking skill that let me create the fine high brows of that era-and got far too carried away! I powdered my face a bit more pale than I would for a modern look. It took a few attempts to get the heavy but not to obvious eyes-sophisticated grays, with a hint of dusky purple. I added false lashes, and finished with precisely edged lips in classic red. My medium-length blonde locks didn't work too well with this image, and anyway I couldn't curl it too extravagantly with school in the morning. So I set aside along raven-tressed wig with one grand wave that swooped across my face. Rummaging "Cooks", I found black satin elbow-length gloves, vintage peep-toe sling-backs with a modest platform, and a black bra, and garterbelt set. The set, old-styled. The rigid longline bra held shape on it's own. I found that tucking some add-a-cups under my titties created a decent impression that I filled the sizeable cups. The belt was wide and boned, with six thick straps. Seamed black stockings were the only choice for such an ensemble. It was dark outside before I realized I'd been preparing for over six hours. Lisette returned and called me for help with the groceries. When she saw me, she was stunned. She squealed and clapped and was more excitedly approving of my efforts than I had ever seen her. Her only concern was what family and schoolmates response to my barely there brows. Seeing my worry, she said "We'll work something out; a fringe, glasses, I'll show you how to convincingly fill them a bit with brow pencil." The idea that I'd now need make-up to look like a boy was funny. Forgetting the groceries, she ran to present me with her own jewelry in a snap-lid jewelers box, the size of a clutch purse. Inside were masses of diamonds (well probably not really!) Barettes, earrings and a necklace were delicate though completely encrusted with diamonds. The big piece was a wide glittering cuff that would be perfect over my glove! Mr. Bond was stirring from his business, so I hurried back to the bedroom to hide myself. My look was nearly complete. I'd been unable to find the right panties. Anything skimpy looked silly with the period foundation garments. Panties that matched were too encasingly conservative. Searching Shauna's crafts drawer, I concocted a solution. Lisette wandered in with a few gowns she thought might complete the ensemble. "Long and slinky," she mused "but I hate to say, Holli, that you don't really have the hips for these." I wasn't worried. I'd finished making my dolly-choker. It was a perfect miniature imitation of a black velvet choker, with a diamond accent at the front. Snapped into place, it was an eye-catchingly sophisticated accessory banding my little clittie and just exposing the tip. I'd finished my personal kinky creation. In short, I'd call it: "Red carpet 1940's starlet who'd forgotten to wear a dress or panties! Shauna arrived home from her (what else?) after school shopping expedition, as I finalized my preparations. My make-up already needed refreshing. Plus, I'd learned that this glossy starlet look needed finishing with dabs of Vaseline at my lids and lips. Lastly, I worked two fingers in my perfumed pussy, to liberally coat it with this jelly. At eight, on the dot, Lisette escorted me down the grand staircase to the greatroom. Mr. Bond simply stood up to greet me with quiet applause. Shauna abandoned finishing dinner to pretend to take pictures, before dashing-off for a camera and taking a few real ones. Lisette beamed and lavished me with praise. I felt like a princess. Our dinner was just casual "family" chat-punctuated by everyone's frequent praise of my fashion skills, or beauty. Mr. Bond fetched a two bottles of good wine and toasted me. Shauna insisted on clearing up, while Mr. Bond played chess with Lisette. I was curled up on his lap while he explained the moves to me. I didn't have to fake my girly incomprehension ('cause I don't know chess well) but I did have to pretend interest in the boring game. By the time Shauna was done with the dishes, I sorta wanted to join her playing "Yoshi's Revenge." Except. Except that, my efforts were well on the way to achieving their reward. Mr. Bond was painfully stiff. Tentatively, I'd touched it. He only looked at me with mild disapproval, so I naughtily continued. Ever so slowly I'd built up to actually grasping his manhood, and stroking it through his pants. I felt totally sexy. I'd lubed myself many times before, but always in preparation for pushing some plug, dildo or vibrator up me. This was the first time I'd slickened my tunnel without satisfying it. This wetly available receptiveness, combined with the closeness of a full masculine hardness that would slip right in me if it weren't for his annoying trousers, filled me with a desire that strangled me in my cute choker. Mr. Bond struggled to remove me from his lap. He strode across the greatroom to where Shauna was enjoying her video game. He opened his zipper. Shauna immediately wrapped her lips around his throbbing monster. Now this was too much! That was my erection! Totally inspired by me, and him using it on another girl seemed grossly unfair! I stamped. I knocked the chess pieces aside. I felt the tears burst forth as I bawled, "Why can't I blow you!" Lisette immediately jumped up to comfort me. I blubbered on her shoulder, unconcerned by the make-up smearing her pristine silk blouse. Shauna dutifully ignored the commotion-her hands clutching Mr. Bond's firm ass while her head rapidly bobbed on his organ. He pawed the tits pressed at his thigh while grunting an explanation. "Baby, it's just... my obligation... Don't cry... look how sexy you are... like a pin-up... guys would... line-up to fuck you..." The rapid efficiency of that bouncing bimbo's cock swallowing regained Bond's attention, while Lisette tutted, cooed, and explained that until I was formally accepted and inducted, Temple policy prohibited him having sex with me. "Anyway, not much longer... to wait, precious," Bond moaned "I've just... spoken with the guys... today... your in... you're a Temple Girl, and... a Bond Girl!" Lisette hugged me tighter, and whispered "We're sisters now, sissy." I dashed to Mr. Bond and threw my arms around his neck, while at that instant a distinctive grunt signaled his ejaculatory discharge of semen. Pulling free from the lips of his fellator, he lifted me off my feet and twirled around a few times. My legs closed to capture his slick manhood between my soft black-stockinged thighs. As he gently returned me to the carpet, dizziness, heels, and giddiness made me stumble. I found myself on my knees beside sweet Shauna. She cradled my face, fixed me with a joyful gaze, then leaned to offer me a huge sloppy kiss. She welcomed her new sister with the gift of thick ropes of fresh seminal fluid slithering from her mouth to mine. On the trip home I counted the few days until I could permanently join the Bond family. But above all I was pre-occupied with my bottom. It had finally become at the very core of my being. It's now undeniable filling announced my readiness for filling of another sort. Though my delightful wetness was artificial, in the tingly anticipation of my future, it felt the natural and proper signal of my womanly desires.