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Christopher The Biker Femme - Part Three free porn video
In our first part Christopher goes to a bar and gets mistaken as a
woman by a lesbian biker. He tries to tell Beryl and her friends but
they dismiss his protestations because they can't believe someone so
beautiful and feminine could be a man. When Beryl does finds out the
truth she abandons him at a remote park.
In the second part, Beryl wants to meet Chris for lunch - just an
innocent lunch so Beryl can apologise or a chance for Beryl to exact
her revenge on Chris and beat up the little femmy boy? Or is there
romance in the air? Christopher's original intention was to be rid of
the butch biker, do the lunch and hope he never sees her again but his
change of mind is announced to all by wearing a stunning red dress to
work. Will Beryl go for it? Can any decent human being beat up someone
as pretty as Christopher? Is Beryl a decent human being?
(Dear reader please forgive the author who used to watch the comedy,
"Soap" when younger.)
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Christopher the Biker Femme - Part 3
"Did you really buy that dress with your first paycheck?" Bonnie asks.
I nod. Bonnie squeals.
"Thank you Louise for cleaning up Jenny's coffee from the carpet, and
saving me from getting my pretty dress dirty," Louise says to me.
"Thanks for cleaning up Jenny's coffee from the carpet Louise, I didn't
want to get my beautiful dress dirty, so I really appreciate that," I
say to Louise.
"So you are coming out of the closet Chris?" Bonnie asks.
I think I know where this is going.
Bonnie grew up in a small country town in Mississippi and is in
Australia because her husband is working for a defence industry firm.
She at least tries to be open minded but coming to Sydney was a bit of
a culture shock to her. The four biggest cities she's been was Sydney,
LA on the way to Sydney, Jackson and someplace called Pasca something
or other, where she lived before coming to Sydney.
"Yes I'm coming out but I'm not gay."
"I don't understand," Bonnie says shaking her head.
Louise, who was also a farmgirl but from the gentrified Southern
Highlands near Sydney has taken it upon herself to, as she says, "show
Bonnie the ways of the city."
"I think he's just experimenting Bonnie, he's going to go out with a
guy and see if he likes it."
I shake my head.
"I'm going out to lunch with a woman Louise."
Bonnie asks me what I'm coming out as
"As someone who is clever enough to wear very expensive, stunning,
impractical outfits to work so he can leave the manual labour to the
bush pigs from Moss Vale, who wear jeans to the office - well,
everywhere."
"Does Kiama still have a blowhole now that you don't live there
anymore," Louise retorts with a smile.
"I'm not from Kiama, I'm from Minnamurra."
"Same thing"
"There's Kiama, then there's Bombo, then Kiama Downs and then
Minnamurra, it's at least a few kilometres away, we even have our own
train station."
"And the electricity was turned on last year," comes the stinging
reply.
"I wish you two wouldn't fight," Bonnie says.
"Just a little verbal thrust and parry to help pass an otherwise dull
day at the mill," Louise says. "Isn't that right my dear."
I curtsey, bat my eyelids, give a sweet smile, "Oh you are ever so
right Madam."
"So let me get this right Chris," Bonnie says.
"You're going out with a woman, you're wearing a dress you bought
yourself, not told to wear by Jen. So your going to be a guy who wears
dresses all the time and maybe skirts."
I'm nodding but Louise interrupts - this is going to be a long day if I
have to explain this to everyone, I might ask Jenny if I can send out
an email to everyone explaining the situation.
"I think this is a preliminary to him having a sex change operation."
Louise says.
I'm shaking my head, "No Bonnie has got it spot on."
Bonnie, who I think is getting a little sick of her "mentor's"
condesention, pumps her fist and goes, "yes."
"Anyhow, she is picking me up at 1pm. Bonnie, are you still okay with
your usual noon lunch?"
"Yes, but you'll only need to cover me for a half hour, I need to
finish work earlier to take my daughters to the dentist," Bonnie says.
I ask about the dentist, Bonnie says it's just a check up, just
routine.
Louise who shares the duties with me of covering the reception desk in
Bonnie's absence says she'll look after it today.
"I'm not that busy today, Louise says.
"And I think our little South Coast princess wants the whole office to
know who her beau is," she add.
"She's very beautiful," Christopher.
"Who?"
"The woman you're dating, she was here yesterday," Bonnie says, giving
the confused Louise a smug smile.
"Oh, um, no, that's Nikki a friend of a friend. Beryl is much bigger."
I thank Louise for helping me out - she mentions something about
needing to have all our bases covered in case I need to catch a
matinee.
I'm almost at my desk and suddenly, Wendy is standing in front of me,
not letting me walk past.
"Well," she says.
"For a friend, you're being particulary bossy today."
"I prefer protective," Trish says from behind me.
"Caring is a good word," Debbie says.
The three of them surround me, They're all standing very close not
letting me move away. Debbie is about my height but Trish and Wendy are
about a head taller than me, so even though they're my friends it's
quite intimidating.
Intervention - part three.
"Stop being bullies, I'm going to be fine," I complain.
"What time Christopher?" Debbie says.
Is anyone getting any work done today?
"When is the lunch girlfriend," Trisk asks.
"1pm," I say in defeat.
Wendy puts her hands on my shoulder and asks: "Are you nervous?"
"A little, but Louise thinks I'll get lucky," I reply.
"But she used about 100 words to say it, " Trish says.
Trish and Louise can be really competitive over who is the number one
office clown.
"No, just one, 'matinee',"I reply.
"Well I think that is unnecessarily hopeful, Christopher just because
you're a virgin doesn't mean you should..." Wendy says.
"I'm not a virgin, Wendy, and I think Louise was just teasing."
"When and Who? Debbie says.
"I'm not telling."
"No hang on girlfriend, firstly we tell each other everything,
secondly, three years ago you admitted you were one, and try as you
might, you haven't had a girlfriend since. Spill!" Trish demands.
"She told me not to tell anyone, especially you three, she felt sorry
for me and said it was a one-off mutual favour.
"Well it wasn't me," says Wendy with her hands still on my shoulders.
"Not me," said Trish.
There's a pause.
"Well don't look at me!" Debbie protests.
"I started dating Brian a couple of weeks after Chris' attempted date
with me we've been together ever since, I know he's buying an
engagement ring for me this week and is going to propose sometime soon,
and I would never be unfaithful," Debbie said a little to quickly and
comprehensively.
"Yeah took him long enough," Trish says.
"Anyhow Debbie, book us a table for three inside at 12:45," Wendy
orders, You'll be outside, won't you Chris?
I nod.
"And don't deflower Christopher again while you're at it," Trish says,
giving me a cheeky smile as she walks away.
Wendy walks me to my desk, her right hand on my right shoulder and left
hand holding my left hand.
"Are you alright," she asks.
I nod.
"Don't worry, we'll all be there, you'll be safe, Beryl won't harm you,
we'll look after you."
Wendy kisses me on the cheek and strokes my hair.
She giggles, whispers in my ear, "and there's nothing wrong with being
a virgin."
I giggle,
"Thanks Wendy."
She walks away, I look at the shapely model, with her shoulder length
straight black hair, walk away from my desk.
Now I can get back to work. For goodness sake it's just a lunch!
It may sound strange from a guy wearing a red dress, earrings, heels
and lipstick but I feel a little emasculated having three women vow to
physically defend me against another woman.
And Debbie is not just a bad liar, she's an awful teller of the truth.
At least I know the truth.
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It's 12:15 already and there isn't the usual clear-out of people from
the office at lunchtime.
At least I was able to finalise all the arrangments for Friday's
photoshoot.
Jenny is out at a meeting with some prospective clients I go in to her
office and leave some papers for her to sign. While I'm in there I take
the opportunity to sit and then lie down on her office couch to calm my
nerves a little.
I'm basically just relying on Nikki's word that Beryl is fine with me.
Beryl could even be lying to Nikki but the three of them do seem quite
close and Nikki did sound sincere on the phone, then again she could be
lying.
Maybe tracksuit and joggers would have been a good option. Maybe I
should have a secret weapon like Agent 99 in Get Smart.
I don't think a tracksuit would offend Beryl, she only seems to wear
jeans, boots, a scoopneck top and the sleeveless leather jacket.
I little later, I get up, look outside, Jenny's office has a window
directly above the cafe. I look out, no, no lines of bikers waiting for
the beating of the femmy boy that fooled one of their own.
I pad out of the office lost in my thoughts.
"Time for Aunty Trish to work her magic!" I leap, boy! She startled me!
"Get his handbag would you Debs, Wendy, sit him down, Chrissy take off
your hoops."
"Hold back his hair please Wendy."
Trish, one of the best make up artists in the industry is about to give
me the mother of all touch ups.
"You need to reapply the mascara Chrissy, here you go, you know how to
do it yourself."
I do as I'm told.
"Why aren't you wearing any eyeliner or eyeshadow?"
I search for an answer that would please her.
"You're still nervous about wearing too much make up, aren't you?"
"It's just that it's daytime and everything," I say quietly, she's
funny and a close friend but I'm afraid every answer that I give will
be wrong,
"Have you got any with you?"
I shake my head.
"Don't worry Trish the Magnificent has her bag of tricks."
"Please Trish. No thanks, I don't want to look too slutty."
"Slutty? I thought you were hoping for a matinee?
I shake my head.
"Please Trish, it's daytime and I think the dress says it all, I don't
want to be too out there."
"Hold still, Trish the Wonderful will give you the desired look," she
says, she as attacks my eyes.
While this is happening, Debbie says: "Some more colour would highlight
his cheekbones."
"Well lets touch up the foundation first, where's his foundation Debs,"
Trish says.
It's always best for a woman to use her, or his, own stuff, if he's
wearing it all day, Trish says to the others.
"And he always wears the best stuff." Wendy says.
"I need all the help I can get," I try to joke.
"And you didn't bring any rouge, did you darling?" Trish asks me.
"Oh he loves all the other girly stuff but he's sooo nervous about too
much make up and looking slutty."
"Well, he doesn't want to look too slutty," Wendy explains.
"He probably doesn't need to wear much make up, he's still quite young
and has great natural looks," Debbie says
Trish turns around very slowly and looks at Debbie as if she said the
most ridiculous thing in the world.
I notice Debbie is now wearing pants and flat shoes, she was wearing
heels and a short skirt before.
"Stop besmirching my profession, there's no such thing as too much make
up, you just have to do it properly and contrary to popular opinion you
can enhance a natural look with all forms of make up and still have a
natural look."
"Debs put these colours in his make up purse and hand me his lipstick."
"What's going on?" My boss Jenny says as she walks into her office.
"We're just giving Chris a touch up," Debbie says.
Everyone starts giggling.
"Trish the Magnificent is trying to make this cute little femmy boy the
most cutest thing imaginable. I must say, I think I've almost done it.
"Hold your lips still darling."
Jenny walks over to her desk: "When is the lunch?"
"About 25 minutes." Wendy says.
"Keep hold of his hair while Debs and I put his hoops back in," Trish
says to Wendy.
They insert my large hoop earrings back into my piercings and I'm then
allowed to stand back up.
"There you go my little princess all, done, one not-too-slutty, I'm-
just-a-sweet-innocent-femmy-boy look, al la Trish the Magnificent."
Wendy and Debbie are straightening my hair and Trish is packing up her
things.
Jenny comes around and appraises my face.
"Perfect, perfect.
"You've outdid youself Trish, he looks scrumptious."
"Here is your handbag Christopher," Debbie says.
I take it, holding in my hand by the shoulder strap.
"No, not like that," Jenny says.
"You either hang it off the crook of your elbow, over your shoulder or
clutched under your arm. Not like a suitcase."
You're very pretty Christopher, but you need some finishing touches as
far as deportment is concerned," Jenny says.
"Anyhow, we've got a table booked," Wendy says.
Trish catches me looking at her shoes, which are joggers, we give each
other a wry smile, we both know what the joggers are about.
The others leave, I brief my boss on phone messages, arrangements for
the Friday shoot, show her the papers that need to be signed and the
preliminary plans for the shoots next week. While I'm doing it I slip
into old habits with my handbag a couple of times and Jen quickly
corrects me.
"I'm sorry Jen, I've never carried one like this before," I say.
Jen is reading through the arrangements, I've made.
"If you'll excuse me, I think I need to pee before lunch."
Jen keeps reading, doesn't look up from my work and mumbles, "I bet you
do," before looking up and saying more loudly," I'm sorry, sweetheart,
of course, you're excused."
"And Christopher..."
"Yes Jenny."
"You better use my ensuite for the time being," my boss says pointing
to the door of her own private bathroom.
I finish my business in the bathroom, I walk out the door remembering
to hold my handbag properly. Jen is sitting on her couch, when she sees
me, she gets up, I stop she walks around me, inspecting me, stopping to
straighten my dress.
I'm not a debutant, it's just lunch for goodness sake.
"Please be careful, Christopher, if she is rude to you, just get up and
walk away."
I finally get back to my desk, 12:50. finally some time to myself. I
look around the office, there are two uniformed security guards
standing in a discrete corner of the office. Not the usual middle-aged
guys. These are from the same firm, only younger and bigger and we
almost never have secuirity guards in our office, they're usually
downstairs.
I notice an email from Bonnie, saying the guards came in with Jenny.
She briefed them in front of Bonnie about me in my red dress and said
the one she is worried about has short blonde spiked hair.
The phone rings.
"Angry bull-dyke at four o'clock," Trish says.
"Chris, she just walked past the cafe and, what kind of cricket bat is
that Debs? A Slazenger or a Grey Nicholls?"
Hear some clutter on the phone
"Well I don't think it's at all funny Trish," I can hear Wendy say
through the receiver."
"I'll sorry darling, Trish was joking."
"Yeah, thanks Wendy, I think I knew she was joking.
"Seriously, Wendy, what did she look like?"
"Well looks can deceive, but if her looks are sincere, it's looking
very good.
"Bye Chrissy," Wendy says, I hear the others yell, "good luck!"
She's here, She's here, Beryl is here, and Wendy said it looked
hopeful.
Jenny comes out of her office, "Darling, I just looked out the window
and saw a big woman with blonde spikey hair carrying a ...."
"A what?"
Jenny smiles at me.
"Oh c'mon Jen, Trish already did that joke."
Jenny just smiles, looks off in the distance, gives the security guards
a curt nod, they move towards reception.
Jenny comes over to my desk as I'm grabbing my handbag and my boss asks
me if that is who I really want.
"It's worth a try," I reply.
"Well for someone who looks like that, it looks like she put in an
effort."
I put my handbag on my desk, I tidy my desk up a bit. I stand up. I
walk a couple steps around the corner so I have a clear view to the
reception desk.
I resolve to be as submissive and feminine as possible, while still
being natural.
She's there, I see Bonnie point my way, the security guards are trying
to look casual.
Gone are the leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots.
Beryl is wearing a smart black women's business suit, obviously
tailored to suit her unique body.
The shoes are flat, mens' style shoes but they seem to match well with
the suit.
She's carrying red roses.
She sees me.
She smiles and walks towards me.
I stand there trying to look as coquettish as possible as she advances
on me.
Beryl stops about a metre or two away from me, smiling sheepishly.
I'm sorry, I just can't stay cool.
I throw my arms around her.
We hug.
She kisses me on the lips.
We hug some more.
We separate, standing there looking at each other, I'm holding her left
hand with both of my hands.
"I'm sorry I abandoned you, Chris," Beryl says with a sheepish grin,
she holds the roses towards me with the other hand.
I take the flowers and do a half curtsey, keeping hold of her left
hand.
"How did you know what colour dress I'd be wearing."
"Eh??"
"The flowers match my dress, silly, I say playfully making a slapping
motion towards her with the flowers.
Beryl chuckles, a little nervously.
"And I'm sorry too, I guess it was just a horrible misunderstanding."
"Should have listened to you ..."
"Oh forget about it darling, don't worry about it, it's in the past.
Lets look forward," I say.
She grabs me and hugs me, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Beryl
whispers in my ear.
We separate, I hook my arm in hers and lead Beryl to Jenny, who is
standing nearby.
"Jenny, this is Beryl."
"Beryl, this is my boss Jenny."
There's a bit of awkwardness, cultural differences between the
motorcycle and fashion industries come to a head. Jenny almost always
air kisses everyone, she only sometimes shakes the hands of men, Beryl
is not sure what to do, I'm not sure either.
Beryl offers her hand and Jenny says, "yes of course," and shakes it.
They have a little nervous giggle.
Beryl says: "I hope I'm not taking Chrissy away from all the work he
should be doing."
"Oh, I think he's almost a done a day's work in a few hours," Jenny
says.
"Productive, is he?
"Wouldn't keep him around if he wasn't, I don't pay people to just sit
around and look pretty, when you run your own business there's no use
keeping slackers, they just cost money," Jenny says with a bit of
nervousness.
"Yes, I exactly agree, I run my own business too," Beryl says.
"Yes I've heard, Christopher, umm Chris, I mean Chrissy ... he, ahhh,
my assistant told me all about you.
Jenny is looking unusually nervous, I'd better break this up.
"Anyhow, we'd better go, I'll be back in an hour," I say.
"Take your time darling, have fun," my very generous boss replies.
Beryl and I walk out of the office arm in arm. we get to reception, one
of the elevator doors are open, they stay open.
The two security guards are waiting in the elevator.
The taller one says, "good afternoon."
Beryl and I nod back, walk in and assume our positions for the ride
down.
I say to Beryl: "Actually Jenny does pay people to sit around and look
pretty, they're called models."
All four in the elevator have a little laugh at this.
We ride down together.
Did Jenny instruct the guards to ride down with us?
We'll be okay won't we?
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