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Silly Rabbit part 4
by Vonya Lee
After I hung up with Sara, I saw the clock. Time really had gotten away
from me. I cleaned off the make up as best I could and jumped in for a
quick shower. I wolfed down the chicken cacciatore Sara had prepared. How
lucky am I? She cooks for me even when she isn't here. Finishing up, I
grab the forty dollars from the envelope, put the necklace in my pocket
and go running for the T.
I'm down in the subway, sitting on a bench, feeling a good bit self
conscious. I feel obvious now dressed as I am. I thought I looked fine
while I was in the house, but now out here in the open like this, I'm not
so sure. Trying on clothes from the bag today, I came across a pair of
jeans I liked but they were too short. So I cut them down, just below the
knee. I'm hoping for some kind of unisex 'clamdigger' look, more so than
as women's capri's. Personally I love seeing my silky smooth calves
showing. Are they obvious to others? I'm not sure what people can and
can't tell. I have on my blonde timberland slides and a cool Roxy Music
t-shirt I came across. Sara had customized the shirt at some point. She
had cut out the neckline, creating a scooped neckline, had sliced the
underside of each sleeve to let the it hang, finally she cut its length.
Even with the t shirt chopped, with these jeans on and pulled up I'm not
showing flesh. A little flesh doesn't bother me. I've never been tighter.
Still I do feel a little self conscious dressed like this. I feel like I
look kind of queer. Trying to steady myself I think 'I might look a
little gay but I am going to a gay club right?' My nerves are a might
frayed. I hate the idea of Sara being so far away. I think it's my nerves
that are making me so trippy and paranoid.
Walking from the subway to the club a young Hispanic male and two females
stroll up to me on the sidewalk. The young man gives me a deliberate arm
shiver while saying "Fucking faggot." as he passes me. Normally that's
all it would take and we'd be on. Tonight though my reaction is mixed.
Normally I'd attack without hesitation. But I don't. Calling me a
'faggot' has stunned me with such unforseen power I can't react. I pull
myself together and hurry off as quick as I can. I hear the three of them
laughing and have no doubt it's at my expense.
Walking away, 'ugly bitches' crosses my mind. Thinking of those two
classless, ghetto girls walking with him is what's really starting to
piss me off. Skanks. Why would you do that to your hair? Try a pair of
jeans that fit once, you might like it. I can see those two bitches clear
as day in my mind. I'm not sure I could pick him out of a line up
anymore. How can I be angrier with the women than with the man? All they
did was laugh, he's the one that assaulted me. I feel more challenged by
the two women for some odd reason.
Months ago calling me a faggot meant as much as calling me a lesbian,
absurd. I sure never felt like one. But tonight...tonight is different.
The word faggot scored. I felt truth to the word for the first time. I'm
sure he meant calling me 'faggot' as a slur for gay. He thought I was
gay. Who could blame him? I thought I looked kind of gay when I was in
the subway, I'm in a gay neighborhood. If I had to assess me I'd probably
say gay too.
Is this what it feels like to be gay? People just come up to you right in
the street and call you a 'faggot'? Right in your face like that? They
can just shove you? People openly want to hurt you? I've felt like such a
target since I left the house tonight. I feel like everyone's eyes are on
me and they're all hostile. I feel the hatred I never knew existed. God I
am so glad I am not gay. They have it so hard. I never knew.
This is all just further proof of how Sara is so amazing. She has found a
tough love way to make me learn to empathize with gays for real. She has
once again forced me to undergo profound growth made possible only by her
unique, tough, sometimes painful, but absolutely loving methods. I
realize now that she is light years ahead of me intellectually. My
foolish ego, from which she is freeing me, had always led me to believe
myself smarter than her. What greater proof of my ego's counter
productive falsification of reality do I need? Sara is always right. I
must only listen and trust her judgments and everything will turn out
right. I can trust her, even more than myself. I can't trust my own ego
but thank God I have Sara I can rely on.
I feel a sense of calm when I turn the corner and see the Garage up
ahead. What a relief. When I get to the club and reach for my wallet to
pay the cover, the girl working the door smiles and says, "You're all
set," and signals me to pass. That is so cool! I feel so welcome every
time I come here. Exactly what I needed after my walk. Plus that's money
I can now use at the bar.
The club's real slow, but it's still early. I nurse a couple beers
waiting for Patrice. Hours pass and the club begins to fill. About 11p.m.
I ran into Laura and Gwen at the bar and she invites me to join them
backstage.
"Gwen, take Chris backstage with you and I'll meet you there. Chris what
are you drinking?" asked Laura.
"Me? I was drinking beer."
"Good, mojito's all around then. Chris you go with Gwen, I'll be right
there."
"Okay."
"Come on," Gwen said gently as she takes my right hand in her left hand,
I mean his left hand, and leads me straight through the crowd, around the
stage, up a few stairs, and into the backstage area. I've got to admit
I'm kind of digging Gwen holding my hand. Very cool. Like being backstage
in Vegas or something I thought. Still leading me by the hand Gwen leads
me through the action saying her hellos and giving kisses as we go. She
introduces me to everyone we bump into. We enter in to a big dressing
room.
"Here's the table I use," Gwen says pointing to a make up table and
mirror. "Better lighting," she whispers to me discreetly.
We sit and Gwen asks, "Do you mind terribly if I get started?"
"No, no. Of course not. Do what you've got to do," I say back.
We chat amiably as I watch her work on her face in the mirror. I'm almost
mesmerized talking to the rapidly changing face in the mirror.
"Here we are," says Laura as she hands me and Gwen our drinks.
"Cheers," Laura says and we all take a drink. Delicious mojito.
Before I knew it I was on my third mojito, just grooving on all the
action going on around me. The dressing room was quickly filling up. I
felt like I was having the most pleasant trip as I listened and watched
as these ordinary men came into the room, everyone of them talking a mile
a minute, quickly transforming into beautiful women right before my eyes.
I couldn't remember what half of them looked like as the men i'd just
met. Gwen and I were making eye contact constantly. She seemed to be
peering right down into me. Kind of made me nervous, truth be told. I
wasn't sure what I was feeling.
Laura was helping Gwen get her wig right when she said to me, "Chris
would you be a dear and run to the bar? I'm ready for another drink and
I've got to help Gwen with this."
"Oh sure absolutely. Be right back."
I had $21 left. Three drinks. If I don't have enough for three, I'll
drink beer, or I can just get water too. I got to the bar, lean over the
bar and ask the bartender, "How much would three mojitos cost me?"
"For you?" he says leaning forward, "Fifteen bucks."
"Deal," I say back. He's flirting with me isn't he? How cool is that. How
weird. Weirder still is I felt okay using it to my advantage
"Here you go doll face," he says, producing the three drinks.
"Thanks handsome," I say and hand him a twenty. "You have a good night."
"Same to you."
I have a dollar left but like I said I'm all set for the train. I just
got to make sure I catch that last one.
Gwen performs while I'm at the bar. She's fantastic. I'm watching her on
stage when I feel a tug on my sleeve, it's Patrice, and she signals me to
take the empty chair. We sit together, Patrice, her girlfriend, Emma, and
myself and watch the rest of Gwen's routine together. We talk for a few
minutes, I give her the necklace, but as I have drinks to deliver I'm
able to excuse myself readily. Good thing too, because I could barely
keep it together. I'm wasted. I'm not drunk really, I just feel all
trippy and spacey. Everything is seeming a bit surreal. I feel much more
comfortable right now with people I know, like Laura and Gwen.
I maneuver through the maze back to Gwen's chair. I feel really good. The
lights, the colors, all the excitement, I'm really digging being back
here. Everyone is being super nice to me. Gwen is getting ready for her
next number. She looks fantastic. I help her into her dress. I'm having
just an absolutely wonderful time, when I hear someone say it's 12:30am.
"Laura, excuse me, Laura, I've got to run..."
"No! Stay. Where you going?"
"I've got to catch the last train."
"Is that all? Don't worry about that. We'll take care of you. You won't
get stranded."
"I don't want to put you out of your way."
"Honey, we're having fun. Aren't you having fun? Now lets go out front. I
love when she does this song. I just love Gwen Stefani don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah I do."
Guys were falling all over each other before Gwen.
During the performance Laura speaks to me, "Isn't she good?"
"She's great," I respond.
"She won her first title this summer. I think she's ready to explode."
"Oh absolutely."
"Chris, I've got to make a quick phone call. Will you watch our table?"
"Sure."
- - - - -
Laura was about to pop by the time Sara finally answered the phone. "Hi
Sara, How you doing?"
"Hey! Fantastic!"
"Well tell me how's the hotel?"
"The hotel is unbelievable. You would just love it. My balcony opens
right over the strip. What a view. I love my room. We had dinner in this
wonderful Italian place downstairs. We're going back to the casino for an
hour or two then we'll go dancing. We already met these guys we're going
to hook up with later tonight."
"Now honey go easy on the boys."
"Honey you knew what I was going to be doing. You know these meat sticks
mean nothing to me. You're all I need. You're all I want. These guys are
just that, guys. They mean nothing."
"Still."
"Still nothing. It's you baby. Only you. It's so much fun out here. We
need to come back, just you and me."
"We will. I love Vegas too. You have fun and sleep with all the boys you
want. The reason I was calling was things here are going great. Chris is
trashed. You should see him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop. He's
helping the other girls get dressed. He's talking to everybody. Everyone
is being really nice to him too. He's having a great time. He's totally
smitten with our little Gwen. No doubt about that. Here's what I was
thinking. I can slip him a roofy and take him home and have him sleep
with Gwen."
"Where did you get a roofy?"
"I got one from one of the bartenders."
"And then what?"
"Well don't you see? It's perfect. He's tripping his brains out right
now. I'll have Gwen flirt with him big time. We can test his fidelity. I
don't think he would cheat to be honest. That's where the roofy comes in.
He'll cheat whether he likes it or not! Then when you come back he's
trapped. Isn't that perfect?"
"It is. You don't think he would cheat on me on his own?"
"No he won't cheat on you. I'm pretty certain of that. That's where the
roofy comes in. I can give it to him when we leave. I'll take him home
with us. I'll let Gwen have her way with him. When he wakes up he'll be
mortified. He'll wake up in another guys bed, my guys bed, with a sore
and drippy ass."
"Oh my. That is good. Okay go for it. Can you film him with Gwen?"
"Her room is completely wired up. Have you finished writing out the
contract for him to sign?"
"Almost done. I'll work on it out at the pool tomorrow. I'll have it done
before I get back."
"You know what I was thinking? I was thinking what would happen if you
threw him out? Where would he go? Would he go to his parents? You could
tell him that if he did go to his parents, you would never, ever talk to
him again. That would cut them off I'd think."
"I'm not sure that's necessary do you?"
"I just want him as desperate as possible."
"Darling he's pretty desperate already. He doesn't have much further down
to go."
"I know, I know. I just think it wouldn't hurt to scare him a little. Let
him see what's waiting for him outside, in the real world, without you.
Sara you remember my cat, Chloe?"
"Of course."
"Well she always wanted to get outside. Remember when she got out and was
lost for about a week?"
"Yes I do remember."
"Do you know that after she came home she never even tried to get out
ever again?"
"I see what you mean. Literally put him out on the street. Make him
really appreciate his place here."
"Yes. Let him sleep in the library for a day or two Let him spend his
nights wandering around scared. I love the idea of him being that afraid.
I really love making him suffer."
"I know how you feel. Sometimes when I'm beating him, I can imagine just
letting go and turning loose on a whipping frenzy. I want to see him
unconscious sometimes. I want him passed out, and I just keep whipping
away. But I can't. I can't take a chance on getting him seriously hurt
and getting a hospital involved."
"You're right. Well I miss you so much."
"I miss you too. What are you going to do while our kids are playing?"
"I think I'm taking home a little Chinese take out, by the name of May."
"You dirty girl. And you were giving me trouble about boys."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too. Goodnight."
- - - - -
I was helping unzip Gwen when she spins around to face me. She was inches
from my face. She reached in and kisses me on the lips. I did nothing.
She kisses me again and I slowly kiss back. The third and finally the
fourth kiss happen and finally I was kissing back. Soon our tongues find
each other. I was really getting into it when out of the corner of my eye
I see Laura. I stop startled. Laura sees my reaction and says with a
smile, "That's okay Chris. You don't have to stop. Gwenny is awfully
cute. Isn't she? I don't mind that you two were kissing. We have an open
relationship Chris and I. Don't we Gwen?"
"Yes we do," Gwen said with a smile.
"Besides I like seeing two boys kiss."
'Well I need to get ready for the last number anyway, Chris would you be
a dear and hand me those platform boots over there," Gwen said pointing
towards a pile of shoes.
I almost fell into the pile when I bent down, my balance is shit. "Gwen
these ones?"
"No, the silver ones. See them next to the hamper. Yes those. Thanks."
Gwen was sitting back in her chair looking a little tired. I'm not sure
why, but I placed her feet into her boots and began to zip them when she
spoke. "It's easier with these to do it when I'm standing." With that she
sprung from her chair and I kneeled behind her and zipped up her boots. I
couldn't help my hands from tracing the joining leather with the palm of
my hand, caressing her sweet, sweet calves. She placed her arms around my
neck and as I stood we embraced in another kiss.
Upon breaking, Gwen looked into my eyes and said, "I want to try
something. Sit down in my chair."
"What are you going to do?"
"Not much. You've got such beautiful eyes. I just want to see them
better. That's all. You don't mind do you?"
"No. No. I'm cool," sitting down in her chair.
"Most guys," she continues, "want to look good, they're just afraid to.
Look down like this. No don't close them, just halfway. Yeah that's good.
Like I was saying most guys want to look this good, they're just to
cowardly to do it. Okay now open. This is the way I do my mascara. Some
of the other girls do it the opposite. I find I smudge less doing it this
way. Hey what's this? Did you already have eyeliner on?"
"No!" shocked to be discovered.
"Okay..." with rising disbelief in her voice.
"Okay yeah I did," I confessed. "I was messing around the house and got a
little silly. You won't tell will you?"
"Relax will you. Were you this nervous when you put it on? I mean it
looks like you put it on during an earthquake. Here let me show you how
to do it properly. It can be tricky at first. What I do is trace the lash
line. Like this, feel how I run the eyeliner right down in the lash bed?
Feel it?"
"Yes," feeling relieved.
"Good. So that's how you do that. Now the other. If you wanted to , you
could trace the liner out past the eye. Makes cat eyes. I love showing
people how to use make up! Such fun. We should have a big make up party
and I can teach you all sorts of things. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I think it would be great. I just don't know what Sara would think of
it. But me? Yeah I'd love to." With a sudden shock I realize the
conversation I just got myself into. Excusing myself quickly I bolt to
the bathroom.
- - - - -
"Where is he?" Laura asked Gwen, just a few moments after she saw Chris
leave.
"He went to the bathroom and to get us a couple of ginger ales."
"How's it going?"
"Good. It's going good. He looks so cute with eyeliner and mascara on.
Especially with his pupils so dilated."
"I know. He's so high right now. Do you think you can get him into bed
with you tonight?"
"No I don't think he'd cheat on Sara."
"You don't think it's because you're a guy?"
"No. I think he's open to that. I just don't think he's going to cheat. I
just don't."
"Alright. How long before you're ready to leave?"
"I can be ready in ten minutes."
"Okay good. You get ready to leave. When he gets back, drop this in his
ginger ale." handing Gwen a pill."You can have you're way with him after
he passes out. I want his ass sore in the morning. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good girl Gwen, good girl," and they kiss. "I'm bringing home that
little Asian girl I've been talking to. When we get home Chris goes right
into your bedroom. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Turn on the cameras too. Maybe something good will come of it."
"Yes Mistress."
"Meet me out front when you're ready."
"Here he comes now."
- - - - -
I remember feeling a little car sick and then after that nothing. My head
is pounding as I try to focus my eyes on the surroundings. Where am I? I
see a big dressing table with a large lighted mirror on top of it. I see
a strange armoire, open and spilling out with feminine things, not
Sara's. I see wigs and now I think I know where I am. I roll over and
look at a serenely sleeping Gwen. A naked, sleeping Gwen. Same as me. I
slide out from under the covers as quietly as possible. To my horror. I
realize my chastity and hairlessness are both on display. This just keeps
getting worse.
I scurry to the bathroom and squat as is now my custom. As I'm peeing I
realize my ass is pretty sore. I feel even worse. I feel a trickle from
my ass. No please no. I reach my hand to my hole and I feel lubrication.
I shudder with the implication. I squeeze my ass muscles and again
realize how sore I really am. I feel a warm fluid ooze onto my finger
tips. Looking at it closely it's obviously sperm. I got my ass fucked by
Gwen last night. I cheated on Sara. God I hope it was Gwen. What if it
was somebody else? I don't even know. I can't remember a goddamn thing. I
cheated on Sara. I want to die.
I gather my things as quickly and as quietly as possible. I almost make
it when Gwen wakes. I tell him I've got to go home. He understands and
falls right back to sleep. I leave.
I see a clock in a bank. The subway doesn't even open for a half hour. I
start walking the mile or so to the other train line so I won't have to
transfer. It's a safe walk at night. You go right through the produce
markets and they're going full speed right now. So that's the way I'll
walk.
I notice I'm getting a few stares from some of the passing truck drivers.
I'm sure they're not used to seeing people out walking down here so early
in the morning. I keep walking. I pass by three warehouse men sitting at
the end of a loading platform. I hear them talking amongst themselves and
laughing then suddenly they stop. The first one calls out to me, "Hey
honey, rough night?" then laughter.
The second one chimes in with, "A working girls night never ends does
it?" more laughs.
And finally, not to be outdone by his friends, the third joins in with "
How about a little nightcap miss? How much would you charge for the three
of us?" uproarious laughter follows.
In pure and abject humiliation, I fold my arms across my chest and
quicken my pace.
"See now you went and upset her. Honey don't go away mad. To show there's
no hard feelings, blow just two of us!" followed by more laughter.
I was teary eyed as I finally got beyond their range of interest. 'Don't
let them see you cry. Don't let them see you cry.' I kept repeating to
myself. I finally made it to the now open subway. I see my reflection for
the first time. I had completely forgotten Gwen had put eye make up on me
tonight, No wonder I was getting such attention. Well I am dressed kind
of gay too. Gay. I'm stuck on the word when suddenly I start crying. I
gather myself enough to use my pass and take a seat in the empty station.
Thinking about the implications of my gay act. I don't only dress gay, I
do gay things. What's happening to me? I stop my sobbing and look up and
see what all the crying does for my eye make up. I just want to go home.
I'm crying until the train comes.
I control myself for the ride home somehow but I'm in full tears by the
time I get my key in the front door lock. I collapse on the couch and
just sob myself to sleep. I wake up a few hours later. I fill the tub
with hot water and grab Sara's little bell shaped rubber douche. I climb
into the hot water and settle slowly into the hot steamy water. Sara has
a great old, claw foot tub. I just love it. I soak for awhile before
turning on the shower and pulling the tub plug. I fill the douche with
the warm, soapy tub water, squat, and douche myself again. Then again. I
douche myself a total of four times.
I'm in a daze getting out of the tub. I pull on the summer dress from the
pile and set out to start my housework. I start the waxing and keep going
without stopping until my cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
'Hi honey its' me. What are you up to?"
"Hi Honey! I'm doing the woodwork like you wanted. How are you?"
"I'm fine. We're having a really good time. Did you see Patrice last
night?"
"Yes, yes, I saw her. I gave her the necklace."
"Did you have fun last night?"
"Yeah it was okay."
"Good, good. How was the lunch I made you?"
"Oh I haven't had lunch yet."
"Honey it's 7p.m. You should have eaten hours ago. I want you to eat that
lunch now and then eat your dinner at nine. Then it's straight to bed
with you. But I want both meals eaten, understand?"
"I will honey."
"Good night."
"I love you. Good night honey." I hear her click off.
I ate my lunch and marveled at the waxing I did. I totally lost track of
time. I waxed for ten straight hours. My knees are bleeding, my hands are
raw and calloused. The house looks fantastic though. Not only did I wax
the hall and dining room, I did the living room and all the wainscoting
throughout the entire house. I'm in a daze. I can't lie about it. I think
I should confess somehow. If she finds out, and she will, she'll be even
more pissed. I've been thinking very dark thoughts today. What if I lose
her over this? I had a few very dark moments when I thought suicide could
be the answer. What good is a life without Sara? But I decided that would
be the easy way out for me. I need to live out my sentence. I owe her
much more than that.
I don't remember a thing about last night. My head is still throbbing.
Gwen now knows about my chastity. Laura knows about my chastity too then.
What ever do they think about that? Oh well. That's the least of my
troubles. I spent the night with another man. I'm not sure about all
this. I must've been the woman last night. I certainly couldn't do
anything else. Did I suck his cock? Just the thought gives me chills. If
I did, I don't want to know. Will any of this make it better or worse to
Sara? I don't know. Will she feel better because I couldn't do anything
with my dick, that I had to take it instead. Will she feel better or
worse that I was with a man. The other and maybe worse aspect of last
night is Laura flaunting it over Sara. Lost in thought I look up at the
clock and it's time for my dinner. I eat my dinner, clean up, douche
myself and climb into bed naked.
I spent Sunday in my new favorite dress detailing everything I could
find. I wonder if wearing a dress violates the 'no pants' in the house
rule? Will I even have a house tomorrow? I scrubbed and cleaned the
kitchen, the bathrooms, every closet. I removed everything from her
drawers and cleaned them as well. I refolded every piece of clothing Sara
owns. I polished every single pair of her shoes. I even cleaned the soles
of her shoes. I ate my meals. I did nothing but clean and think about my
impending doom. As if I needed another bit of bad news, my eyebrows seem
more noticeable today than I thought they did. Maybe I'm being paranoid,
but I think they look to be noticeably altered. 'What am I going to do?'
became the days mantra.
I barely slept worrying about today. I got to the airport about two hours
early. I was so afraid of being late. Finally I see Sara and her friends
coming down the escalator. She gives me a big wave and smile and my heart
soars even as my stomach plunges. I resolve right then and there that
I'll do whatever it takes not to lose Sara. I'll sleep on her doorstep
until she takes me back. I'll starve myself. I mean it.
I'll do anything.
End part 4
Special thanks for the help Sarah C.
VL
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