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Bill was a nice guy. Everyone said so... all the girls thought he was cute
as.
But cute wasn't exactly what he hoped for... at least sometimes.
Today was a big day, presentations... possible promotion.
But well... Bill, he's having one of those days.
This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be
inferred or expected.
Copyright KLS 2007.
Should Have Stayed in Bed
By Kristina.L.S.
The radio came on at 6 with a hyperactive, bubbly, just slightly (ahem)
over the top girl guy team doing their best to spruik the customer's
product and edge a little higher in the ratings. He didn't really like
this station at all, some of the music was ok but the announcers made him
want to throw things and kick the cat... if he had a cat. Not that he
actually would of course. He listened because they ran several of his
teams ads. 'His team', what a joke, he was one of a half dozen junior
copywriters trying to get noticed by their wit and skilful brevity.
Get the message across, make it brief, direct and memorable. That last one
was the toughie.
Sighing he dragged himself out of bed determined to go for a run and shake
out the cobwebs. He'd had a lousy night's sleep, much more night than
sleep and was already nervous even though the meeting was hours away. His
slogan had caught the boss' eye. She had smiled with a twinkle in her own
as his idea was floated in the group meeting 6 days earlier. A simple
line, that just skirted the edge of rude and got almost everyone smiling
and nodding...'clever'.
So this morning at 11 he got to attend the presentation, meet and greet
and give his line while the others sketched the campaign outline in more
detail. This was what he wanted, to get noticed, a slight promotion. More
money. But public speaking was never his best thing and nerves were
already trying to gnaw his belly button, from the inside.
He dragged the old Olympics T-Shirt over his head, stained and worn
trackie pants and his beaten up old Brooks. He grabbed the Multi-V from
the fridge and took a few big gulps straight from the bottle, then patted
his lips with a wash towel. He stopped still and smiled ruefully, 'Mr
Macho he was not... got the sculling out of the bottle right and then went
all prissy with the cloth. Should have used the back of his hand or
something'.
Sighing he tied his door key in the waist string and trotted down the
stairs.
The sigh got bigger as he emerged on the front lawn to find his downstairs
neighbour stretching in preparation for a run. He liked Carl. Carl was a
nice guy... but next to Bill... well he made Bill look like his much
younger brother... or even worse. He began his own stretch routine as Carl
smiled and nodded his way. Damn... now they'd have to run together. What
really bugged him was that Carl... adjusted. If Bill ran flat out on their
usual route he would do a 35 to 40 minute circuit. Carl had mentioned
before they had run together that he could do the same thing in just on 30
minutes, without really straining. Once he had discovered Bills time he
never mentioned it again and in fact ran to Bill's pace every time they
met up.
Standing side by side as they readied to head off the differences were
apparent. Carl had two years on Bill's 22, a solid, just over 6 foot easy
masculinity against Bill's slight and almost delicate 5 foot 7. Carl's
trimmed almost spiky reddish blond collar length hair against Bills long
and wavy, soft blonde ponytail. Standing there Bill flashed on a previous
run and what was one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life...
the even worse. The two of them had run 2 thirds of the circuit when a
street sweeper truck had forced a temporary mark time stop. Two gorgeous
girls running past on an opposing route called out in passing... "Hey
Carl... who's the new girl?" He hadn't even registered that they meant him
until Carl had turned his way shaking his head.
"Don't worry about those two Bill. A pair of leso's... take any chance to
put down us guys." Still shaking his head side to side he headed off again
as the truck cleared the road. It took another few seconds for Bill to
regain his wits and catch up. Carl of course had held his pace until Bill
did just that.
After they'd run a few times Carl had asked about the hair.
"Well I'm not the biggest and strongest so I need to make the most of what
I have. Everyone says I have beautiful hair... and the girls just love it.
It's sort of a standout feature..." he had finished lamely. Carl had
nodded and smiled. That smile had not quite reassured Bill that his
masculinity was unquestioned.
So they headed off, chatting idly every so often. Ten minutes along the
sky opened up and within 30 seconds they were both soaked to the skin.
Catching a reflection in a shop window as they waited for the lights to
change Bill noted a slight difference in appearance. Carl looked sort of
windswept and objectively, pretty good. He on the other hand looked like a
drowned rat.
Climbing the 148 stairs from the street below to the one just behind their
block he stumbled in near exhaustion as Carl trotted on the spot waiting
for him to clear the final step. He'd counted those steps more than a few
times, a final hurdle, before... breakfast.
If he did that more than once a week or so he might actually get fit, a
stray thought quickly dismissed. Tried to ignore Carl as he waved, smiled
and shook his head at the oft-repeated shaky legged stumble up the stairs.
Made it inside and flicked the switch in the kitchen...
"Oh just great. No power." 'So much for a hot brekky... or coffee. At
least there'll be hot water.'
After a good long soak and hair wash Bill carefully selected his outfit.
He had in fact done that days ago, but here he was, second-guessing
himself. The light pure wool suit was a given. It was the only one he
owned. Shoes... easy, only one good pair. Shirt? Hmmm... The royal blue
cotton, or the creamy white chamois silk?
He took a good look in the mirror... soft charcoal black jacket and
trousers with the fluid silk shirt. Glossy black Oxfords and belt. Hair
pulled back in a loose ponytail... it would dry in an hour or so. 'Not
bad', now he needed coffee.
The place down the road was also blacked out so he had no choice. The half
hour bus ride was even more tedious than usual not having been fortified.
As always he sat and waited till the scramble to get out had slowed and
then wandered out and began the 4 block walk. Having waited till now he
decided to hold out till he got to Sasha's just down from work. They did a
much better coffee than any of those near here and he'd tried them all
over the last nine months.
His mind wandered over the coming meeting as he walked. Anxiety over what
to do and say, how his idea and himself would be received and whether it
might mean a jump, albeit a small one, up the ladder. Thankfully it had
stopped raining but there were puddles everywhere so you needed to watch
your step.
"Hallo Beelly," crooned Sasha as he came through the door. She playfully
teased him about his looverly cloths and gorrrgeeus hair and called him
her bootifull boy. He usually came in wearing nothing more flash than
jeans and shirt, maybe a light jacket if it was cool.
He had never quite understood why but she always played up her accent to
him. After he had been in a few times he had got her talking and gradually
discovered she was University educated and probably smarter than he was. A
Chilean ?migr? that had escaped to a better life after her entire family
had been wiped out in a minor, long forgotten, riot. Twelve years later
she was running her own little business and doing quite well.
He suspected she believed him gay and a little too shy, more than a few
did. Such thoughts never bothered him as he knew who he was and it was
harmless. Even the morning she had jokingly introduced him to an
outrageously effeminate man that happened to be sitting and sipping as he
had entered. It seemed he was a regular latecomer customer, stopping on
his way to the night shift at a local gay bar. In this case he hadn't been
home yet. Bill doubted he had ever blushed so much in his life and Sasha
practically collapsed with laughter at his expression as... he couldn't
remember the name had lisped that, ..'you should come in and say hi some
night blondie. The bulls would just luuurrvvve you.'
That little encounter had almost prompted him to cut his hair. Hair that
he'd kept long since he was 14. And apart from the odd moment like that he
enjoyed the look and feel of it, as well he privately admitted, the slight
ambiguity it gave his appearance.
Today was just the usual mild teasing that he took with good grace. He
headed out the door a few minutes later with his long Columbian
cappuccino. Unfortunately as he sipped he didn't notice the seemingly flat
reflection of that puddle was not as light as the others. A fact that
became very clear as his right foot sank to the ankle in cold water.
Stepping out and closer to the curb he began to mutter curses quietly to
himself. As he shook his foot he heard a call...'hey Billy' and looked up
to see Dianne coming toward him. She was his immediate boss and truth be
told he fancied her something fierce. She was his height, though a few
years older, a lovely bubbly brunette with a mischievous streak a mile
wide. She had a slight thing for practical jokes but was always careful to
keep them away from any possible serious embarrassment or humiliation. She
was an equal opportunity jokester; everybody copped it from time to time.
She even took it in stride when someone managed to get her back. Bill was
NOT a fan of practical jokes but at least she was always 'gentle' with
them. She never let anything get out of hand and could crack the whip
quite effectively if she needed to. It was seldom necessary. The gang was
always pretty easy going and had no major hang-ups or worries about any of
their fellow workers. Gay, straight, whatever didn't really matter. They
had one each side in the gay camp and Bill often suspected he fell into
the 'whatever' group.
He turned further toward her to call a response as a bus cruised past
close to the kerb. It was just unfortunate that a pile of leaves had
caused a bank up. The resulting puddle suddenly became airborne and Bill
found his mouth full of gritty water and his almost dry hair was once
again saturated. He blinked once or twice and coughed the water out his
nose and mouth. As he stood dripping and silently cursing the universe he
noted that the lid on his cup had at least saved his coffee. He took a sip
as Dianne hurried toward him, her expression showing the difficulty in
trying to decide whether to laugh or commiserate. He shivered slightly as
a freezing cold trickle ran down his spine.
Dianne got to him a few seconds later, stopping a pace or two back to look
him up and down with mirth flickering in her eyes as she took in his
bedraggled state.
"Oh dear me Billy boy, you look a sight. Um, come on, we'll see if we can
find you a towel and maybe something to put on. If your lucky someone will
have some spare clothing while your suit dries out. Why all dressed up
anyway? Oh... the meeting right."
"Well yeah. I thought I'd go a bit more 'dressy' and look what happens. I
think the gods are trying to tell me something. I should have stayed in
bed."
"Oh come on. The brief glimpse I had you looked great. We have a couple of
hours so maybe the Drycleaners can get you pressed and dried in time. If
none of the girls has a hair dryer maybe Mag's can fit you in for a quick
style and dry."
She chuckled as she saw his expression, "Maybe a facial and manicure too
eh. We want you to look your best after all."
His blush caused her to laugh out loud as she took his hand and led him
into the building to the lift. For some reason no one wanted to share and
they had it to themselves. Something to do with the squelchy trail they
left perhaps. Dianne too kept him at arms length. She felt sorry for him
but was still trying, not completely successfully, to stop the giggles.
As the lift rose to their floor he glanced across at his boss and noted
the pursed lips and the small hiccup as she tried to hold back a laugh. He
smiled a little ruefully at her.
"I guess I look a mess huh. Go on, have a laugh. If I wasn't standing here
dripping all over the carpet I'd probably be chuckling too. I just hope my
suits ok, it's the only one I own. Don't want my shoes stretched out of
shape either. Of course if I get a rise maybe I can afford another pair."
His sideways under hair look caused her to lose it and she laughed loudly.
"I'm sorry Billy but yes, you do look a mess and it is sort of funny, as
long as it's someone else of course. So you think you're up for a raise do
you?" She cocked her eyebrow at him with that last question causing him to
blush again. Smirking she answered herself, "...well ya never know Billy
boy."
Rita was standing in the lunchroom making a tea as they headed in; she
smiled and called a soft hello. Then did a double take as she took in
Bills appearance. Rita was Sri Lankan though you'd say Indian if you
didn't know. The slender, graceful young woman had fled an abusive
marriage and now made up the girl side of their gay teammates. Paul was
the guy half; he wasn't in yet.
"Billy, you need to get out of those clothes immediately, you will catch a
chill. I have my tennis gear with me from my game this morning... let me
get the track suit... and the socks too I think."
She bustled out and returned a moment later with a pair of pants and a
hooded top in a washed out pale pink and grey. The socks were shortie
ankle huggers with pink pom-poms at the ankle tendon.
"Here Billy. I am sorry it is not more masculine for you, but you will at
least be dry. I promise not to laugh very much." She smiled at him as
Dianne smirked in the background.
"Oh I don't know Rita. I'd say pink and grey will look just splendid on
our Billy boy. Pity those shoes of yours won't fit... that big pink
stripe... just loverly." She smiled widely at them both and winked at Bill
to say she was just teasing. "Go on then Billy, into the bathroom and
strip off. Toss your shoes up on the windowsill there; maybe they'll dry
off. We'll take the rest down to the cleaners; see if they can get them
dry in time. Be fun to see you walk down the road in that getup."
Her smile got wider as Bills expression turned to horror at the thought.
With a laugh Dianne shook her head. Rita just smiled slightly and said
nothing.
"Oh Billy, Billy. I wouldn't do that to you. I'll take them down as soon
as you're stripped off. Come on then, times a wastin'."
A few minutes later a rather sheepish Bill emerged from the bathroom in a
well fitting if a 'little' girly looking tracksuit.
Dianne smiled widely as Rita nodded and pronounced as precisely as she
said everything. "It fits you very well Billy. I am sorry it is so girlish
a style but you will at least be dry and warm until your own clothes are
returned."
"Oh I think he looks just scrumptious Rita. Just a shame about the shoes,
you do have tiny feet. Those pom-poms at the heel are a nice touch. Maybe
I can find a pink scrunchie to set it off."
She grabbed Bills wet things and shoved them into a little white garbage
bag. Smiling widely all the while as Bill shifted from rueful self-
amusement to outright embarrassment every few seconds.
At that precise moment in walked Paul, a tall athletic guy that the word
impeccable was seemingly made for. He stopped for a moment and took in the
scene, before turning to Bill to pronounce with a totally straight face,
"Trying for a new look eh Bill. Not sure it's quite you, you're more a
powder blue person I think." He nodded sagely and proceeded to make a
coffee.
Bill blushed, Dianne smirked and Rita just stood quietly observing.
"Well best get this lot down the road for you Bill, see if they can get
them dry in the next hour or so. Back shortly."
"Thanks Dianne, I appreciate it. You too Rita, for the gear I mean."
Both ladies nodded and everyone headed to their respective desks to begin
organising the day.
Over the next 20 minutes the rest of crew wandered in and after brief
explanations ignored Bills outfit. Gillian, the Boss, noted the anomaly as
she walked through saying 'hi' to all and sundry. She took in the wet hair
and obviously borrowed clothes and assumed she would get an explanation
shortly.
Funny how that goes sometimes.
It was about 15 minutes later as Dianne came back in she was waved to
Gillian's office and emerged a few minutes later, called for hush and
said, "..the meeting has been moved forward to 10. Everyone that's
involved get it together, now. You have an hour." She then walked up to
Bill.
"Your stuff won't be ready in time Billy. The earliest they could give me
was 12, so we need to get something a bit more appropriate sorted."
It was Rita again that came to the rescue. She overheard Dianne and came
over to Bills desk.
"It is perhaps not perfect as a solution Billy but my black suit is there
at the cleaners with my white blouse. I think it would fit you quite well
and is not too womanly in styling. Also the waist has adjustable tabs and
will be made to fit. I am just a bit thinner than you there I would
suspect. It is a solution you may consider. I have not picked it up from
last week so it is ready. Then all you would need is shoes. There I cannot
help I am sorry."
Dianne just stood quietly with her eyebrow cocked at him as he thought.
He knew the suit Rita was talking about. It was a nice tailored woman's
jacket and trouser suit; the blouse was a crisp white cotton with French
cuffs. Not exaggerated in the styling just classic tailoring. But... it
was still a woman's suit.
He struggled mentally for a moment trying to make a decision. It was
Dianne that posed the kicker.
"Not sure you have a choice here Billy boy. Your own stuff won't be ready
in time and Gillian won't let you in the room looking like that. I think I
have an idea for the shoes too. Up to you but it's either sit it out,
or... Rita's suit."
He struggled mentally for another moment or two before sighing resignedly.
"Ok, thanks Rita, I'll give it a try. If it looks ok I owe you one. But if
I look stupid... well I guess I'm out."
Rita nodded and turned to her desk to dig the ticket from her purse.
Dianne smiled at him and nodded to Rita as she headed out the door.
"Hey don't worry Billy it'll be fine. I'm sure it will look ok. Be a
shame to miss this meeting, I happen to know that if Roger Donaldson is
happy you will get that raise you mentioned. So..."
She watched the expression of joy followed by fear flit across his face.
She felt a little sorry for him and gave him a gentle hug around the
shoulders.
"Don't worry so much... it'll be fine."
He didn't need to get anything ready; he'd done that days ago. All he had
to do now was sit and sweat.
A few minutes later Carole the receptionist wandered up to him.
"Hi Bill, I hear you have a slight problem, maybe I can help. Plonk your
right foot up here."
She patted the edge of his desk, then as he complied she stepped back and
pressed her own stockinged foot against his sole. They were almost exactly
the same size. Nodding she headed back to the front counter and returned a
moment later with a pair of patent slip on flats, "There ya go Billy, they
should get you out of trouble for the next few hours. I usually run around
the office in those rather than my heels, but I'll survive for a little
while."
She leant over and gave him a peck on the cheek, leaving the shoes sitting
on the corner of his desk. As he sat staring at them, admittedly they
weren't too girly, except for that little bow on the edge of the instep,
he became aware of one or two people watching, somewhat amused expressions
evident. Blushing again he grabbed the shoes off his desk and placed them
on the floor near his rubbish bin. A few quiet chuckles could be heard, he
chose not to look up and see who.
'God, can this get any more embarrassing. I should have stayed in bed.'
It was just then that Cathy, the other member of this particular team came
up.
"Hey ya Billy, I hear you have a problem."
She leant across and pulled his hair tie off his still wet hair. And
proceeded to run her fingers through it. "Ooohh, I've been wanting to do
that for ages", she grinned widely. "Come with me honey bun, I'll give you
a quick blow dry in the lunchroom, must have you looking your best for old
man Donaldson. You look just a pinch bedraggled at the moment and that
will never do. Gillian would have you in the mail room for the next five
years if you turned up looking like that."
For the next ten minutes Bill sat and it must be said, greatly enjoyed
himself as Cathy ran her fingers back and forth through his hair as she
gently blow-dried it. She had it all nice and styled and went to put his
elastic back on, but taking one look at the sodden thing took a black
satin scrunchie from her bag and used that instead.
"Perfect. There ya go Billy, lookin' good."
He stood and looked in the mirror on the wall turning a little. The
ponytail was a bit higher than he usually did it, but it looked good and
was dry and shiny, that was the main thing.
"Thanks Cath, that looks great, I really appreciate it."
"You're quite welcome hon. Just knock 'em dead in the meeting huh."
Just then Rita bustled in and presented him with the suit and blouse.
"Here you are Billy, try this on and see what you think. I believe it will
suit you quite well and will not look out of place."
He took the plastic wrapped hanger a little gingerly and headed to the
bathroom. Somewhat reluctantly he stripped down to his briefs and with a
wry smile was glad that they at least were guys. Probably a good thing he
wore skimpies instead of shorts. Then proceeded to slip on the blouse and
button it, hoping no one would notice that it 'flapped' the wrong way,
pulled on the slacks adjusting the tabs to the end buttons and then
slipped on the jacket.
The shoulders were just a pinch tight, but ok. Otherwise as he stood back
to get a look in the mirror it fit quite well and looked pretty good. He
hoped it was just his knowledge that it was a woman's suit that coloured
his perceptions. He thought he looked a bit too girlish. But...
Sighing softly he headed out to find Cath, Rita and Dianne all waiting for
him. They looked him up and down and made him turn around a couple of
times. Then they all looked at each other and smiled.
"Just one thing Billy boy, off with the socks they don't work at all."
Dianne took the tracksuit from him and proceeded to fold it up as Rita
handed him a little packet. He glanced at it and went pale. Anklet
stockings in 40 denier, black.
Rita shrugged in gentle apology, " I am sorry Billy but that is the best
we can do, they will look very much like socks and will not be likely to
cause any stretching of Carole's shoes."
Nodding resignedly he returned to his chair and pulled off the pink and
white socks, slipped open the packet and gently pulled the anklets on and
tried to believe they were in fact just very fine socks. Then he slipped
on the shoes and stood again so the girls could get a look.
They all smiled and nodded approval as he stood and turned at a gesture
from Dianne.
"Ok guys Billy's sorted, I hope the rest of you are ready, 20 minutes."
He sat and quietly fretted as the others went about the final pulling
together of folders and double-checking the laptop link on the internal
server and screen. Mostly just nervous fussing that accompanied any
presentation slash proposal to a client.
It seemed like only a couple of minutes later that Gillian led 3 well
dressed and fit looking men through to the conference room.
Roger Donaldson was a big, gruff but gentle man that ran his company like
a family business. It worked very well for him, so he stood just inside
the door with Gillian and greeted each member of the presentation team as
they came in, smiling a greeting and a rumbled 'hello' to each, he had met
most of them before. As lastly Dianne led Bill through the door, she was
called up short as Mr Donaldson nodded to her with a murmured 'Dianne' and
smilingly took Bills hand, "... and this young lady is? I don't believe
we've met."
Gillian stood momentarily speechless with a raised eyebrow look, that for
her, was akin to shouting...'just what the hell is going on?!'
She looked at him and still with that questioning, not quite angry look,
"Bill?"
Roger Donaldson looked momentarily surprised, until Dianne took Bills
other hand, "Bel, short for Belinda, meet Roger Donaldson. Belinda came up
with the main slogan on this one."
Bill was almost ready to faint as Gillian's eyebrows rose a bit further
and her look turned just a pinch more toward angry.
Bill managed to pull himself together and murmur quietly, "Pleased to meet
you Mr Donaldson, I hope you like what we have for you."
"Oh I'm sure I shall young lady." Then clapping his hands together
pronounced, "Ok, let's get this show on the road", took his seat as most
everyone else did likewise and began getting themselves organised.
It took Gillian another moment to follow as she shot Dianne a look, that
very clearly asked...'WELL!' Which Dianne responded to with a rueful shrug
and small smile, followed by a Gillian headshake as they in turn, sat.
Then it was business as usual; this was bread and butter stuff after all.
Gillian did the initial pitch and then stumbled ever so slightly as she
introduced, 'Bill... Belinda', for 'her' part. After a small terrified,
rabbit in the spotlight moment, Bill managed to do his bit and get across
the feel and tenor of the slogan, sat as Cath took over, followed by Paul.
The rest of it went by in a blur as Bill tried to maintain a low profile,
read invisible and not draw any attention. The next hour and a half seemed
like weeks.
Eventually Bill was roused from his introspective trance as Mr Donaldson
clapped his hands together, dry washed and smiling widely looked to his
two offsiders in turn, who both nodded.
"Well Gillian I think we have a go here, excellent work from your team,
I'm impressed."
Gillian smiled and looked around to her people and smiling nodded to each.
Including Bi.. er, Belinda. As she got to him he smiled a little crookedly
and she shook her said slightly and then smiled, "... good job Belinda, I
think you got your raise."
Words he'd wanted to hear so badly. But... well, not 'exactly' that
perhaps. He shrugged ever so slightly and then blushed a deep scarlet.
That got a smile from his Boss so he guessed he was safe, but explanations
would be wanted he suspected.
Mr Donaldson stood and toasted the group with his water glass.
"I want to thank you all for the fine work you've put in on this campaign.
My two colleagues here and indeed I, look forward to working with you all.
Now as a gesture of respect and friendship, I believe Gillian has already
asked you to keep tonight free, I wish to take the 8 of us to dinner at
Tetsuya's. The table was booked 2 months ago, bloody hard to get in, too
damn popular, but it is supposed to be brilliant, anyway..." he looked
around the table as though checking and counting heads, then... smiling...
"Perfect, 4 boys and 4 girls. Best glad rags kids, tonight is on me and I
want you all to enjoy. Two limos are booked, one for the gents and one for
the ladies. Pick up times according to where you are and you'll be dropped
home afterwards..."
The rest of the short speech went right past Bill as he suddenly went cold
and he was sure turned as white as a ghost. 'Oh crap, crap, crap... he's
counting me as one of the 4 'girls'. Now what do I do. Just what the hell
else can go wrong...'
He looked up to see Dianne and Cath looking at him in quiet appraisal.
Dianne had that eyebrow cocked again... now he knew he was in trouble.
The end?
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