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"The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth' Project" (part II)
Mr. Hollingsworth, Richard, or for those fortunate enough and close
enough to this reclusive billionaire to gain access to his inner circle
he was simply known as: "Mr. Rick." It was a gesture of friendship in a
way but it didn't diminish the scope of this man's power, influence or
ability in any way, he was the boss.
The boss sat behind his desk high atop the "Hollingsworth Holdings
Exchange" building. The usually busy captain-of-industry was unusually
quiet today. It was early November now, the cold steely gray clouds
moved east across the sky, the grayish overcast seemed to match the
trees of the city now devoid of their green foliage, even the bright
colors of fall had faded and passed and the trees were all barren and
gray now, they seemed to match the grayness of the buildings, winter
would soon be here. He sat deep in thought, pensive, waiting. Finally
a buzzer caught his attention, it was his private line from his
secretary. He picked up the phone.
"Mr. Hollingsworth? A Ms. Grace Lawrence is here," she said stirring
his excitement.
"Send her right in!" Rick said with excitement as he hung up the phone,
then got up from behind the desk just as his secretary ushered Ms.
Lawrence into the large impressive office. Rick moved to meet the lady
as she mince towards him. He noticed the class immediately. He could
hear the sound of her clothes under her fall coat as she held her purse
over her right forearm by the strap. He noticed the jiggle of her bust
under her satin blouse, the swish of her tight skirt, the metronome like
zipping sound of her sheer and shiny nylon stockings as she wiggled
along on her 5 inch heels. As they got closer Ms. Lawrence removed her
kid leather gloves to reveal soft feminine hands with expertly manicured
fingers, the nails done in a classic gloss red. They smiled as they
met. She was a bit older now but still perfect, still a ladies lady,
with class, deportment and not a hair out of place. She knew the
difference between a shrimp fork and a salad fork and how to move in
high society. Rick laughed to himself that Ms. Lawrence had practically
invented high society. He reached out with both hands to shake her hand
and smiled with a warm smile.
"So glad you could come on such short notice. How have you been my
dear? Let me take your coat. Would you like some tea?" He smiled as he
led her back to the front of the office to his desk.
"You sent your private jet half way across the country for little-ol'-
me? Tell me now, what's up Richard?" Ms. Lawrence scolded in an almost
playful way.
She fit well in the office, and she appeared to be his opposite sex
equal. Rick being in his early 50's was only a few years younger than
Ms. Lawrence but strangely she seemed like the one in control! He
watched as she sat down and put her purse next to her chair on the
floor, her attractive legs clad in shiny sheer nylons zipped loudly as
she crossed her legs and smoothed her satin lined black wool skirt, the
gleaming black stiletto heels reminding him of the similar ones he'd
seen only a week before at that Halloween party!
"I...I've been working on a new project of sorts," he said as he
stumbled to begin. He then reached for his intercom.
"Janie!? Bring in some coffee!?" he said into the speaker. "Cream and
sugar right?" he whispered looking to Ms. Lawrence seated in front of
the desk as she smiled and nodded. Yeah, cream and sugar too, right
away!" He said before closing the intercom and returning to the
conversation. He pulled at his tie and adjusted his collar as he looked
out the window for a moment then returned to his seat.
"You've flown an old lady half way across the country dear. What's on
your mind?" she said.
"You're not that old," Rick added as she went on.
"I do so enjoy traveling but you must have brought me here for something
Richard? She asked in quizzical fashion. "I was sitting at home
enjoying myself, perfectly comfortable in my retirement when you
called..."
"Retirement!?" Rick cut her off.
"Well times have changed. Business was falling off so I closed the
school down. There are far fewer coming-out parties these days you
know, and even fewer 'Debutantes.'" She said sadly.
"But you ran the best charm school in the country!" Rick said a bit
disheartened, feeling at first that even his business acumen may have
slipped.
"It started 15 years before the 'Valley Girl' fer-sure, fer-sure craze,
remember? Then there was, and still is that awful Goth thing with the
black lipstick the torn jeans dirty boots and my God, piercings in
places I've never heard of! It's horrible!" she said recoiling in her
chair waving her arm as if to push the thought away. "I had a few
parents unhappy with their daughters appearance and manners but they
were much too far gone for me to deal with. So, I began offering day-
courses in deportment, dining etiquette and how to accessorize and such,
you know. Proper makeup, hair styles and the like. A few upwardly-
mobile business women came in but even that trailed off. There just
isn't any class anymore. It was time to retire," sShe finished.
Just then Janie, Rick's secretary wheeled in a sterling cart with a
sterling service of coffee and cream and sugar interrupting the meeting.
It gave Rick time to think. He thanked Janie then told her to hold all
his calls and that he wasn't to be interrupted as he was in
"conference." Janie then quietly left the room closing the large walnut
door behind her as Rick poured the coffee.
"Two lumps if memory serves?" Rick said looking to Ms. Lawrence.
"And just a touch of cream if you please," she finished.
Rick poured his coffee black, took a sip then moved behind his large
desk once again to look out over the great, gray city below.
"I guess I was born too late. Should have been born three decades
earlier. Then I would have seen it all," Rick mused in thought aloud.
"Well, you've done more than well for yourself darling! I certainly
wouldn't complain. You're a man who as everything!" Ms. Lawrence
returned.
"Well, I'm single again," he replied. "So that's just short of
'everything.'"
"I know Roberta left and now Estelle too?" she said sadly.
"Three years ago..." he replied. "Two times at bat and two strike outs.
They both left because they didn't want to deal with the hairdos, the
makeup, the manicures and pedicures and that classic look. They didn't
really want to be high-society and definitely abhorred the high-
maintenance look. I guess women just don't want to be women anymore.
If only there were more ladies like you out there," he said with a trace
of wistfulness in his voice.
"Well, there aren't many like me around anymore," Ms. Lawrence replied
in good spirit.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about! When's the last time you
saw a woman in the street or at the grocery or anywhere that wasn't
wearing pants. Hummm? Dirty tennis shoes, torn jeans. They don't wear
makeup, no jewelry, they all have hairdos that look like unkempt mops
rinsed in dirty dish water and dried by hanging their heads out of
speeding car windows like dogs! And manners? When did this 'macho'
crap come in? This 'tough-chick' mentality where they behave and act
like men now? Was that the 80's? Did I miss something here!?!? If I
want to hang around with men I'll hang around with men. I want a woman,
not a roommate!" he finished.
"Well, times have changed. That's the way it is and that's exactly why
I retired!" Ms. Lawrence replied withunderstanding. "It's been lovely
visiting and going down memory lane with you but couldn't all this have
been handled with a phone call instead? She wondered as she uncrossed
her nylon clad legs with a silken zip reaching for her purse. "And if
you would be kind enough to hold your private jet until later this
afternoon I'd like to do a little shopping downtown before I leave. I
haven't been here in a long while. Are there any nice shops for ladies
of distinction and taste still open?" she said looking to Rick.
"No! Wait a minute. I didn't bring you here to chat. There's
something I wanted to go over with you. And I wanted your opinion. Let
me explain," Rick said as he urged her to take her seat once again. He
then returned to his chair behind his desk and began. "It all started
last Halloween night. I'd been working late and decided to go
downstairs for a night cap before calling for my car..."
Ms. Lawrence sat listening as Rick started talking then leaned into the
desk talking with great interest and then with animated excitement! He
mentioned those long shiny silky legs, the beige seamed nylon stockings
held up with an old fashioned garter belt, that lace edged white nylon
chiffon petticoat, the vintage house dress and everything that he'd seen
at the lounge that night. Then, he divulged the plan he'd began
thinking of that very evening right at the bar. Only now, he'd had over
a week to work things out. And that was why Ms. Lawrence was there now!
"Where are we going!?" Ms. Lawrence asked Rick from the black leather
back seat of the limo as it rolled through the caverns of sky scrapers
through the city in mid afternoon.
"You'll see. We need to check on something first," he said as the
driver pulled onto the freeway and headed for the first ring of suburbs.
"I used to run a charm school for high society Debutantes, ladies, not
men who wear dresses!" she hissed trying to hold her embarrassment.
"You don't understand the concept?" Rick said turning to her.
"Transvestism, cross-dressing. Yeah, I got that during my undergraduate
work," she added. "But this isn't going to work, it simply can't! I've
certainly never done such a thing, I've never even heard of such a
thing!" She said almost angrily.
"Well, are you the best or not?" Rick said. It was a game between two
equals now, fencing. Thrust and parry, measuring opponents, on guard at
set and then another thrust, another parry! "What better way to find
out?" he finished.
The limo pulled off the freeway then began rolling through the surface
streets. As the 'high-class' of the big city faded into the suburbs and
the middle class and a bit less came into view It wasn't long until the
limo began looking a bit out of place. The driver finally pulled up in
front of the nine story apartment building, one that had been something
when new but as the city grew the posh neighbors moved farther out,
avoiding the urban decay that was quickly encroaching upon this once
classic but now dated and tired looking structure.
"This is quite beneath me Richard Hollingsworth, I don't understand!"
Ms. Lawrence said as they both walked towards the front of the building,
her nylons whistling under her tight satin lined wool skirts, holding
her hat to her head against the cool fall breeze while trying to keep
her balance and her stiletto heels out of the chips and cracks of the
well worn sidewalk.
"All the money I donated to your school? Humor me huh?" Rick said as he
opened the glass front door of the apartment to let Ms. Lawrence inside.
They moved through the lobby and towards the elevator. There were few
people around, the place was quiet, nearly empty as everyone who lived
there was no doubt at work.
The bell 'dinged' as the elevator door slid open on the fifth floor. It
was deserted just as Rick had planned. They walked down the hall.
"Well, with all the money I spent on Roberta and Estelle, maybe it
wasn't wasted. If it works out it might just go alright this time!"
Rick said quietly watching the numbers as they moved along. Finally, at
the end of the hall a corner room. Apartment number 565!
"Now what? Do you plan on breaking in?" Ms. Lawrence inquired. She then
became a bit shocked to see Rick produce a key on a ring of keys and
jingle them in front of her with a smile. He held up one key from the
ring, the number "565" stamped into the shank!
"Security keys? How'd you get those?" she wondered aloud.
"I bought the building!" Rick said with a as he put the key into the
lock, clicked the deadbolt then turned the door handle. The door to the
one bedroom apartment creaked slightly as it swung open wide. It was as
silent inside as it had been everywhere else. They closed the door
behind them and the hallway was once again deserted.
"Look around but put everything back exactly as you find it." Rick said
as they moved into the living room, past a small clean well kept kitchen
area. The entire place was clean and well kept but it wasn't anywhere
near the top of the line apartment. Tim was just getting by the best he
could. But Rick could tell he had class!
He took a picture off a shelf then after a bit of concentration
recognized the young 20 something man in the picture without his makeup.
"This is him." Rick said quietly. Ms. Lawrence with all her skill in
the feminine arts looked Tim's picture over, studying the fine facial
symmetry and hairstyle and quietly nodded her approval that he was
indeed a 'pretty-boy' and that Rick's idea might work. But it was still
an outrageous idea!
"And you say you've never met this Tim Benson?" she asked.
"Nope! Just got a glimpse at that party," he said as he continued
looking. "I'll look around here, you check the bedroom."
"I think you're off your rocker dear boy!" she said with a nervousness
in her voice that seemed to expect that the day would end with both of
them in jail!
Of course Rick had mentioned how good Tim had looked at the party. How
he'd overdone his housewife look and had done too good a job. He'd
mentioned the uneasy effect it had had on Tim's friends and how Tim had
decided to leave early and not put up with any more teasing. The makeup
and hairstyle wasn't quite up to scratch, not perfect by a long shot,
neither were the mannerisms. But that's why Rick had enlisted the help
of Ms. Lawrence.
Tim moved effortlessly in that wide skirted rayon house dress and when
he walked past Rick at the bar to leave for the night Rick had noticed
how Tim moved on the 5 inch stiletto heels without a wobble or a
stumble. A feat not easily accomplished when you can't see your feet
because of a fluffy petticoat billowing out holding out a full skirted
dress. And this guy seemed to enjoy what he was wearing. This wasn't
some drunk full-back in a grass skirt with hairy legs doing a hula. No.
Tim had had practice, a lot of practice and Rick hadn't seen a hair
below those shaped, arched eyebrows of his that evening either!
They kept looking but it seemed to be a single man's apartment, nothing
out of the ordinary. The shelves in the bathroom revealed the usual,
toothpaste, floss, old Spice, nail clippers, Right Guard and a couple
combs and brushes but hardly anything visible to show Tim as some kind
of glamor queen!
"We should leave Richard, this is a dead end and isn't getting us
anywhere. And besides we are in here illegally," she reminded Rick as
he kept looking and finding nothing.
"I'm entitled to unannounced inspections every 90 days according to my
ownership agreement. The first inspection due upon receipt of building
title," he said, well knowing the rules!
But even he was starting to lose faith in his idea by now. "The only
place left is the bedroom," he said as they both moved out of the living
room.
The closet doors pulled open wide, Rick let go of the door knobs with
outstretched arms as Ms. Lawrence sat on the bed. In plain sight on the
hangars were a half dozen 'Hardware-World" work vests, some T-shirts on
hangars, a few work and dress shirts and three suits and a bathrobe. A
half dozen pairs of blue jeans were stacked neatly on the upper shelf,
baseball caps and a glove with a baseball sat nearby while other male
odds and ends were apparent. Several pairs of men's dress and tennis
shoes and a pair of work boots sat on the closet floor. Rick seemed a
bit exasperated. Ms. Lawrence checked the dresser to find the usual,
socks, shorts, a few ties, T-shirts and a pair of pyjamas.
"I could have sworn that I was on to something!" He said slightly
angered he might actually be wrong. But the he found a suitcase and
some old packing and empty stereo boxes. He moved them aside to find
still another large suitcase, only this one had weight, it was heavy
which meant it was filled with something! Rick dragged it out and laid
it on the bed. He tried the latches but found them securely locked!
"Inspecting apartments is one thing but this is over the top don't you
think?" She asked. But Rick wasn't about to give up, not now! He
scanned the room in desperation.
"A key. There has to be a spare key somewhere around here! Every
suitcase comes with one. Look around, check the dresser drawers. Ms.
Lawrence began rummaging again while Rick moved back into the living
room. He moved to a desk and began quickly working through the drawers.
Paperwork, computer discs, letters, paid bill receipts. Then finally
the center drawer. Pens, pencils and more pens, a stapler, an ink pad
two erasers some paperclips. And then came the old ashtray filled with
push pins, a few more paperclips, some postal stamps and three extra
keys, one of which said Samsonite! The key was a match with the
suitcase in the bedroom! Rick took the key quickly back. The latches
opened!
Ms. Lawrence gasped a bit as Rick swing the large suitcase open. He
then moved the divider, both sides of the case were filled with women's
things! A small makeup bag was evident. Ms. Lawrence zipped it open to
find a small but basic supply. She noticed a wig in a little plastic
bag that matched Rick's description of Tim's hairdo from that Halloween
evening. She looked further and they both saw the black patent pumps
and the shiny floral rayon dress. And then the lingerie, the lace
trimmed nylon full slips, the half slips and camisoles and several pairs
of pantyhose, panties and several pair of vintage nylon stockings still
in boxes!
She noticed the expensive lingerie and the labels on the few vintage
dresses that were there then continued looking. "Well, well, well!" Ms.
Lawrence said examining the boxes of vintage Hanes stockings. "They
don't make these anymore you know, they quit them in '92. These were
the best! Shiny and slippery, classic. Oh this one has style he does!"
she marveled.
Another small case contained a bit of costume jewelry. It was all there
and all coming into focus, the jackpot Rick had been counting on! He
took out a note pad and pen from his suit coat and handed it to Ms.
Lawrence. "Write down the sizes, on the shoes, the lingerie, the
nylons, the dresses, everything!" he said excitedly.
"It's getting late, and I'll have to re-fold everything carefully and
exactly like it is now," she warned Rick. But he insisted and waved her
on.
"Go ahead! I'll keep an eye on the front door," he said as he quickly
moved out of the room as Ms. Lawrence made her inventory working her way
through vintage ladies clothing she hadn't seen in decades. There
certainly wasn't much here, not in one suitcase but she was beginning to
understand Richard's interest, strange as it seemed at the moment.
The apartment door quietly clicked open, Rick looked out. Still
nothing, no people coming or going and still deathly quiet, just as he
had expected. But still, he felt his nervousness! He looked to the
clock on the wall and it was indeed getting late. He paced the room a
while longer then returned to the bedroom to see Ms. Lawrence just
putting everything back in the suitcase just so.
Rick closed the case, locked it with the key then hefted it back into
the far corner of the closet. He put the other boxes and cases back
where they had been, checked to see that nothing was out of place then
closed the closet doors.
Back in the main room at the desk, Rick put the key back into the
ashtray and mixed it back in with the pins, stamps and paperclips and
two other keys. They both then quickly left the apartment and headed
for the elevator. But before they could summon the elevator they heard
the familiar 'ding!' Both Rick and Ms. Lawrence hustled to the
stairway, the heavy metal door clicking closed just as the elevator door
slid open.
Tim Benson exited with a neighbor. They were talking about the shiny
black limo that was parked outside. "Yeah, heard some rich guy from
downtown bought the building. He must be here looking the place over.
Well, catch you later!" he said as they parted company and Tim put his
key into his apartment door. He swung it open and went inside.
Once inside he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and kicked off his
work shoes but something didn't seem right for some reason. He looked
around then checked his bedroom pausing at the door. He thought for a
moment that he could smell the faint scent of perfume in the air but
passed it off then returned to the living room to switch on the news and
drink his beer.
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