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Avarice By: Masked Scribe ([email protected] ) Dedicated to: Shigure Ama Jules had many strong suits. He was bright, and talented in more ways than he could count. He had good looks and even better friends. Even though he hid it behind baggy, unflattering clothing? He was very proud of his slim, girlish body; his best feature, in his own opinion. Still, no one is perfect. The fair-skinned young man with the featured, brown hair, delicate face and green eyes was no different than anyone else in that respect. The Deadly Sin that he tangled with the most? Greed. (Though surely, it counted as 'Lust' as much as greed.) A greed for affection of Jules' best friend, Solomon. Sol had already loved Jules, but it was in the platonic sense. Jules gladly accepted and returned the friendship, but he also ached for more. Whenever the two were together, studying for their classes or just hanging out? His body ached for something that Solomon, as a straight guy, just was not prepared to give him. It had been there for some time, since a very young Jules understood what they meant, the embers not dying but instead only grew more hot as time went on. Only a fear of alienating his best friend held him back. But, soon? He'd have his cake and eat it too. At least that's what he's hoping this plan would allow. It took nearly a year of planning: of saving and research, of a strict regimen of special exercises designed to enhance a feminine frame in him paired with a diet, training his already high and soft voice into a pleasing lilting alto on command, and a thousand and one other things that he did to prepare for the big night. He often joked to himself that Batman prepared less to fight crime. But by far the most vital aspect of his plan was an online dating profile, and a Facebook page liberally sprinkled with 'cute' things. Both supposedly belonged to Amy Otome, a cute Japanese-American girl with glossy dark hair, big, expressive eyes and a sweet smile. Like Jules and Sol, she was a College Junior, unlike Jules and Sol, she wasn't real though, at least not yet. Everything that Sol could possibly want in a woman, in one, sweet, perky package. And she'd be visiting him very soon, if Jules had anything to say about it. As usual for Jules. He was dressed in layered, over sized clothing that would help him to conceal his body's shape. He'd done it long before this, but now, more than ever it mattered; He wore a pair of baggy, faded bluejeans, a loose, two sizes too large for him t-shirt, and a gray XL sweatshirt Despite him being clearly an adult S. He was out today, innocently to walk to his friend's place, but really he wanted to see his reaction to the good news. Every time Sol showed some enthusiasm about Amy, then Jule's heart fluttered. Solomon lived not far from campus in a one-leveled, four-bedroom apartment that he rented out with four roommates. An arrangement that worked out mostly because one of them was only there to sleep and store her clothes, two of them were engaged and more than happy to share a bedroom, and they were all mostly agreeable. He stood at the porch and knocked on the front door, with a smile he started. "Hi, is Solomon ho-" "Oh, my god! Jewels! Sweetie!" He was promptly glomped a mocha-skinned girl who towered a full head over him. Skinny bare arms hugged him close against her slim and shapely frame and Soft C-cups as the bleach-blond girl with the short, 'emo' haircut nuzzled against him. Only two people called him 'Jewels': Sol when he poked playful fun at him, and Patricia. "Hi Patty!" he managed to croak out as she relented a bit. Despite her over-exuberant attitude (or more likely because of it) Jules never had anything but a big, happy smile around her and a warm fuzzy feeling deep in his chest. "Oh, yeah! Sol's here, sugar! Come in, come in! Can I get you something? You must be kinda parched walking over here on a day like this in that!" It was a bit warm for Jule's attire, but he'd been used to it, wearing this type of clothes so long. "Um, a Coke would be nice, thanks." He had a seat at the couch and looked around the den as the fashion student practically skipped away to the kitchen to get him a drink, while sing-songing to Sol that he had come to visit. It was an Ecletic mix of all five occupant's decorations. A mountain bike on a rack on one wall, a framed poster for Plan 9 From Outer Space (Sol's favorite movie), in one corner in a neat little box were a few swatches of fabric, probably Patty's, all the major gaming systems on the coffee table in front of a wide plasma TV. "Shoot! We're out of coke, is Mr. Pibb okay, Jewels?" "It's fine, thanks." The black girl in the short, form hugging white dress with strawberries and matching shoes offered him a can of soda on a coaster. She then turned to give Sol a big hug and she disappeared elsewhere in the house. His friend greeted him with a smile, and easily flopped into a seat just right of the couch where Jules was sitting. Sol was absolutely perfect in Jule's eyes. A more objective approach to his looks would tell you that he was tall, and broad shouldered, with skin just lightly bronzed by the sun, expressive brown eyes, and hair he kept cut very short into a buzz cut. With his powerful chin, he had a broad smile that suit him, and that he gave often. He wore a pair of torn jeans converted into at-the knees shorts and a faded yellow t-shirt with a pipe and the surrealist slogan: 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe.' "Hey Shep, what's up?" Jules teased him and grinned as he sipped his sweet, bubbly soda. He used to have his hair longer, but that's before a certain Sci-fi themed game series came out. All of his friends gave him a bit of a hard time for it, but he didn't mind. "I got a date." His eyes seemed to light up as he mentioned it. Jules found himself sitting stock still for fear of giving some incriminating reaction. "She's really pretty, and smart, and oh my god, she's like perfect! She even loves pop culture!" "Sounds great? What's her name?" He settled for a little smile, the fact that Sol really liked her had him on cloud nine, but he was too afraid of doing something suspicious than to show more enthusiasm than he had. "What's she like? Cute I gather?" "Well, she's Asian, from Portland. Her name's Amy Otome and she's...god, she's perfect!" "Oh, Asian huh?" Jules decided to slip back into a more comfortably controlled reaction of teasing him. "You've always had a weakness for those kinds of girls, huh?" In fact? Jules had made that very observation long ago when he was crafting the Amy persona. "Eh, guilty, yeah." He chuckles, then blinks. "Oh! Wait! Can you help me? I mean, I wanna make a really good impression and, you know." "Oh?" Jules pounced on the opportunity. "Just because I'm gay, I a style diva? Is that it?" It was all sait tongue in cheek, and with mock indignation. "Come off it, Jewels!" He hurled a throw pillow at him, it whizzed by his head. "I know I would probably have better luck asking Patty but I don't trust anyone in this world more than you." He caught himself blushing. It was high praise, and very flattering. It also gave Jules just a twinge of guilt for fooling Solomon in this way. "Oh, yeah. Well of course I'll help, you can tell me more about this girl? I'll do my best to help you give the best first impression possible." "Oh, well, sure!" Jules smiled, but his heart wasn't quite in it. He was still overjoyed that things were progressing so well, and all his hard work was paying off in a big way. But still, now there was that seed of doubt planted that kept him from enjoying it to the fullest. In the end, his advice was quick, just thirty minutes. He talked Sol out of spending more than he really could afford to at the moment getting a nice new outfit in hopes of impressing Amy (Especially since he was going to be taking her to a fancy, and expensive restaurant anyways). Instead, he helped him go with a three-piece dark blue suit. Sol had it, and looked very good in it. A nice tie and formal shoes and he was set. The rest was just reminders of Sol not to do anything foolish around her. He left as soon as he could reasonably do so. He checked his watch, still on schedule. He returned to his tiny little studio apartment, he wasn't going to be there for long. Just long enough to call a cab and grab a pair of large, silver suitcases. Jules locked up behind himself as he left, with the expectation not to return until at least morning. His destination was a high, end hotel. Amy was from out of town after all, and she'd need a place to stay while she was visiting. He had butterflies in his stomach as he approached to check in. Not only was it nearly a month's pay at his job for this one night, it was also the point of no turning back. If Jules went though with this, he'd committed to the plan, and would have to see it though. For better, or worse. He went though with it, a rush of jubilation contrasted with near-mortal fear had rushed though his mind and left his heartbeat pounding in his own ears. He stepped into the gilded elevator alone, with his suitcases he insisted on carrying personally, and the phone vibrated. Not his phone, the one he used for his day to day affairs. That was set to ring, with a ringtone taken from his favorite TV show (Archer, if you must know.) No, the phone that was vibrating wasn't Jules' but Amy's. He set down one case pulled out the first prop to this plan that he'd purchased. Her phone fit the personality that he'd imagined for the fictional girl. It was slim long flip phone, and it's casing was pink and decorated with flowers. He checked who the incoming call was, even if he knew it could only be one person. With a deep breath, he hit the 'talk' button and answered. "Hello, Solomon?" His voice was...hers. He had practiced her voice enough that he spoke as her without a hitch. "Hey Amy, did your flight make it okay?" On the other end, Solomon spoke, he'd have no way to know it, but he'd be sure that Sol was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, it made it okay." One hand went to rest akimbo on his hip and he pivoted to the side in a girlish manner, starting to fall lockstep in character. "I'm at the hotel room right now, just checked in. And I am really looking forward to tonight! I don't even wanna think about work tomorrow. Ick!" He made a face and stuck out his tongue. On the other end, Sol chuckled. "Such is life for a beautiful young marketing exec, huh?" "Junior exec, and just barely." Again, despite him not being able to see, with his free hand, Jules put his thumb and middle finger nearly touching. Just as he imagined Amy would. The elevator had been ascending smoothly to his floor, but now it stopped, and a 'ding' warned him the doors would open soon. "Oh! Sorry! I gotta go, are we still going to the Golden Hind later, right?" "Sure, see y-" "Okay, looking forward to it, bye!" Quickly, he ended the call, stowed the incriminating phone in is pockets and adopted a more neutral pose as he grasped for his suitcases. In steps a pair of tall and broad men in nice suits. They regard him with polite nods and one clears his throat, and Jules makes room for the two. He couldn't have been more startled if the Slender Man stepped inside. Already on edge from nearly getting caught and now these huge imposing guys? He nearly leapt out of his skin when he first laid eyes on them or the other way around? It's not like they paid him any mind, they went right along with whatever they were talking about before they stepped in. Some big game. They looked like professional athletes, so that made sense. Just the same, despite the fact that it was only two floors and less than a minute until his stop, those were the most awkward 50 seconds of Jules life. But soon, his stop! He cleared his throat and muttered, perhaps a bit gruffer even than his usual voice a brusque 'excuse me.' He was absolutely terrified of using the 'Amy' voice by accident in front of other people. Somehow, the quizzical looks he'd get in this situation would be even worse than normal. But he got out of there without incident (a potential that really only existed in Jules' mind) and headed quickly to the room that would be his. The keycard slipped in, the door opened and he took a glance around. He felt a pang of despair when the first thing he realized was this room, not really remarkable by the hotel's standards and definitely no suite, was larger than his entire apartment. And that wasn't including the adjacent bathroom. Still, he locked the door behind him and set the suitcases on the bed, one near the middle, and the other near the edge. He started stripping out of his clothing and tossing them carelessly aside now. First his sweatshirt, then his shirt. Thanks to genetics and hard work, he had narrow shoulders, slim arms, and inward sloping contours from his rips to his tummy, before flaring back out at his hips. Were it not for his flattened chest? He could have easily passed for a girl. And that was precisely the idea. He opened the first case up and glanced inside. Packed inside was a black wig stored on a stand, a pair of rubbery false breast forms about b-cup in size and the shade of pale flesh about Jule's skin tone, a few cases of cosmetics and tools, and on a plastic bust? The face of Jules' alter-ego. The Amy mask was cute, with high cheekbones, and full lips, a cute button nose and slanted eyes that suggested expressiveness even as their lids were closed. There was a lightly angular, pixie like quality to her face, but It looked best when it was worn and smiling. As it was now? In a reposed, neutral expression? It just wasn't the same. Jules quickly started gathering up items and setting them on a vanity in front of a mirror. The mask and it's bust, the wig on it's stand, and everything else that he would need for the disguise. After little touches like combing out the long, glossy dark strands of the wig or inspecting the mask to make sure nothing was damaged. When he was happy, he removed his shoes, and pants, and socks. His legs would be the envy of most women that he knew, long, firm, with curves in all the right places, He had a pair of hips to match those legs: wide and firm, but with more than a bit of softness. Jules slipped out of his underwear, and the nude girlish boy stepped into the bathroom, the first order of business would be to run a bath. The complimentary bath salts that the hotel were provided would be put to very good use in order to help calm down the still on-edge Jules, and to help give Amy a nice clean delicate scent. He felt the tension melt away from nervous muscles as soon as he descended into the warm water and let out a sigh. The plan originally called for a simple shower but he was right on schedule. So long as he didn't just lose total track of time, he'd still not be late to meet Sol. He was feeling relax, and his mood had been greatly uplifted. When he got up out of the tub, he was definitely in the right mindset now. It was time for Jules to exit the stage, and for Amy Otomoe to arrive. Out of the tub, and toweling off, he took a bottle of skin lotion and started liberally rubbing it into his skin, special attention was given to hands, arms, legs and his neck. Back to the vanity, he leisurely stepped up to his first suitcase and took an item that he'd forgotten before when he was still in a near-panic. Soft-scented woman's deodorant was applied beneath his arms, and then it was time to start changing. "Oh, what to do first?" He asked himself in Amy's voice. "What to do, what to do?" He decided to go firstly with the colored contacts, his blue irises were covered with light hazel ones. Dental caps were slipped in to give him the same smile that helped Amy to get Solomon's attention in the first place: Not quite 'movie star perfect' but it was definitely close! As he smiled in the mirror, he noticed one small but very instant detail sticking up from the bottom edge of the reflection. Seemed that the gaffe would've been the next item to go on, quickly followed by him slipping his hair into a flesh colored rubber skin cap., With a deep breath and more than a little satisfaction, he'd get to the best part. The mask itself was just the face, ears included. The rest of it would all be Jules, with some major exceptions. He'd applied the adhesive goop to his face with the tongue depressor in a careful, meticulous way in a pattern that all his research and trial and error told him would get the best results. With a deep breath, he held up the mask by the top corners of it, near the top fringe of the forehead. It was a loose, giggling thing that almost seemed to come alive just by the little motion of his hands as he held it up and turned it around. The opposite side had none of the texture or features of the other. It was an inverse of her face, and a smooth, shiny dull flesh colored cavity, with holes at the lids, nostrils and mouth as well as over the ears. With a deep breath, he slipped it in, closing his eyes at the last possible second so that he could ensure it was aligned right. When he opened his eyes, all seemed perfect. A few last minute adjustments and it was perfect, staring back at Jules was an effeminate man, now apparently bald and with the face of a very cute Japanese-American girl. In his delight, he gave the smile, Amy's trademark 'light up a room' smile So, far, so good, and he, no she, wasn't even done yet. The final touches of the transformation came next. She picked up the wig, of shoulder-length straight dark glossy hair with flared bangs and slid it over her faux-bald scalp, and was very particular about it. Moving it around until the hooks and contact points hidden in the otherwise perfectly smooth cap 'clicked. Indicating that it was securely in place. Styling it into something interesting would have to wait a bit, so it just tumbled down her shoulders for now. The final prosthesis were the false breasts. With careful, well practiced motions of more adhesive, and pressing them against her otherwise flat chest. When she pulled her hands away from the light coca colored areolas and nipples, Amy had a nice curvy chest that rose and fell naturally with her breaths. A bit of flesh-colored makeup to disguise all the seams of her disguise, and it was perfect! She was done with the contents of the first case. While she went to her second case, she picked up Jules' clothing to stuff in the first, she fished out her cellphone from his pocket and paused a moment to add a status on her Facebook page. 'Date with a cute guy tonight. Can't wait!' She set Jules' bulky, loose clothing into the now empty first case and closed it, it was moved to the side of the bed The other case contained more mundane items. A red dress made of silk was neatly bundled, and in plastic baggies to prevent spillage? There were cosmetics of all kin, as well as brushes, and anything else she would need. Amy started by getting a black strapless bra, and a matching pair of black silk panties with a light frill. Her hair received some attention next, staring intently in the mirror as she worked, she eventually found a style that she liked. An elegant updo that she kept in place with a long golden hairpin. Quickly followed by work painting her long fingernails and toenails. Despite the fact that her further plans meant that neither one would be seen? It was a confidence booster, and helped her feel more feminine and desirable. The fingernails were done first, and therefore dried first, and while her toes were separated gently by the foam rubber spreader while she sat at the vanity. She noticed that nothing suspicious could be seen in the mirror. A mischievous grin came to her face as she had the most delicious idea. Amy leveled her phone at her reflection in the mirror, one arm outstretched and assumed a playful, flirty pose in just her undies. She clicked, and when she was satisfied that the picture was indeed only from the waist-up? She sent it to Solomon with a text. 'Thinking of u. |.~' She was satisfied that it had the desired effect when within moments, she received a response: 'Oh, wow. Gorgeous, absltly gorgeous. Cnt wait 2 see u soon.' Amy had a girlish giggle of delight as she noted that her nails were fully done. Removing the separators and walking normally, she went to get the dress. As she held it up, it was apparent now that it was a red cheongsam, a bit on the shorter end, with dark patterns and fringe, open shoulders and a large gap beneath the collar. She set it down on the bed and went for the rest of her ensemble. A pair of long, bicep-length ebony satin opera gloves, and a set of thigh length stockings to match. She put on the stockings at once, an elastic band keeping them in place just past the knees. The sensation of the sheer fabric clinging to her legs was a delightful little thrill. She smoothed them out in places as needed, and satisfied that there was no snag or other problem, she moved onto the next part of her outfit. The dress was slipped on carefully over her head and her arms slipped into their proper holes. She smoothed it out, and fastened the collar shut. It fit just right, pinching her slim waist just right, the open area at the chest gave a racy view of her cleavage and it's bottom hem stopped just past her hips, leaving a bare band of her creamy, toned thighs there for all to see. Her arms were left exposed, and she opted to do her normal makeup then, rather than after she'd put on the gloves. Solomon always said she didn't need much makeup (Oh, if he only knew!) Still, a light touch of something appropriate for the occasion: Red lipstick, a touch of mascara, judicious use of blush, and a pattern of smoky shadow over her eyes. Her reflection looked back to her with a smoldering look. She was nearly done, she slipped on the gloves, and spritzed herself lightly with an expensive and fragrant perfume for the occasion. The final steps were to step into some high heeled red pumps. She then stowed her keycard, phone, tube of lipstick, makeup compact, a bit of emergency concealer for last-second maintenance of the disguise, and plenty of cash all in a small red handbag. One final look at herself in the mirror and struck a pose. "Mmmmm, it's about time we met, hmm dear Solomon?" She purred and smiled. Oh, it was almost time to, wasn't it? Any nervousness or awkwardness that Jules had left with him, the oriental sexpot held her bag in one gloved hand and put the other hand on her hip as she walked towards the elevator, stepping with a sexy sway the whole way. She almost faltered when she noticed that as soon as the elevator opened, the two footballers were back. Almost faltered, that is. Amy could see that while they couldn't take her eyes off her, it was clear that they loved what they saw. She held her head proudly high as she stood in front of them, pivoting most of her weight on one hip and putting her hand on the opposite as that hp shifted to the side. She was sexy, and she knew it, and everything about her stance and motions oozed grace and confidence. There was a little smile on her ruby lips as she noticed they hadn't resumed their conversation at all. The elevator returned to the ground floor seemingly in no time at all. Such a shame it was so short, Amy could've stood to be oogled for a few more minutes. She stepped out of the elevator and was interrupted mid- stride as one of the ballplayers called out. "Excuse me miss? Are you doing anything tonight? I'd love to show you around." "Sorry." She smiled broadly. At the compliment and at the ultimate vindication in her mind. "But I've already got a hot date tonight." She turned away and waved playfully to him over her shoulder every step she took had an emphasized sway 'cause she'd be sure that they'd be watching. "Maybe next time, huh?" She couldn't help but notice that as she walked out of the lobby and went to hail a cab that all eyes were on her. Amy was a bombshell, and the feeling of that realization was something of a heady rush. Not that the high meant that she ever missed a graceful step or messed up any fluid motion, of course. She hailed a cab, and soon was on her way to the Golden Hind. It was pretty high end, the French eatery had a waiting list for months. Everything was perfect, and she's sure that tonight would be the night! She'd not just have Solomon's friendship, the most that Jules could ever hope to have. She'd have his desire, affection, lust, all of that wonderful guy would be hers! She couldn't wait. Coming in was like a dream. She stepped inside of the restaurant and the rest was just blurred details, a nice, pleasant fuzzy figment. All that mattered was the way Solomon looked when she approached, he was sitting but he stood up straight. Those brown eyes of his held her with wonder and desire and a million other things she'd been dreaming about. "Solomon! Hi! It's good to finally meet you." She gave him a hug, and smirked as she ran a gloved hand along his scalp and it's tightly cropped hair. "This is new though, it was a bit longer in your profile picture. Not that it's not cute." "Well, that's quite alright, you were only half as stunning in your profile pictures I'm amazed! Pinch me to make sure I'm not dreaming?" Amy did Solomon one better, she gave him a long, deep kiss, savoring the warmth of his soft lips and his flavor. His hands seemed to know exactly where to go and Sol had embraced her by the small of her back in no time. She pulled back and stuck out her tongue playfully as she pinched his cheek. "Sorry, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. Maybe we should get some food and get to know one another better?" Sol helped her into her seat as he sat back down and a waiter came to take their order. The young guy with slicked back dark hair looked professional and all, but when Amy noticed he was surreptitiously glancing down her top? She didn't know how to feel, eventually after a moment's thought she opted to be flattered. Anyone was welcome to look, but in her mind? She was already Sol's woman, and Sol's alone. "So, how's the studying going?" One upside to internet dating was they already knew a bit about one another, it wasn't quite a blind date. The problem was Amy couldn't let on she knew too much. So she tried to keep it light and get him to talk about himself. "Great! I should be graduating next year like planned. Then it's off to grad school. I'm thinking somewhere closer to where you live? Not too forward, huh?" "Not at all." She smiled. "What girl would object to a cute guy like you making himself more available?" "So, how's work going?" Amy of course did nothing, being just a facade for Jules. But as far as Solomon knew, she was in marketing, and she had plenty of gripes about her work. She rolled her eyes and sighed a bit. "Ugh, don't get me started on that!" She leaned over, overly dramatic and grabbed his hand. "I just need some handsome, short-haired guy to just whisk me away form all that, preferably on a white stallion at the time." Solomon chuckled and squeezed her hand in sympathy. "Well, I don't have a white stallion, will a dark blue '93 Mustang do?" "Mmmm, depends on the guy, really." She smirked and gave him a playful wink before sitting up straight again. The appetizer course was here! "Tell me, Sol?" Catching herself when she realized Amy never called him that before, she quickly added. "Can I call you Sol? That sounds so nice. 'Sol...Sol.'" "Sure, everyone else does, and you wanted to ask me something?" "Oh, yes!" She nods. "What exactly attracted you to me in the first place?" "Well, that's a good one, isn't it?" He set down his canape, and scratched his chin as he glanced down in thought. "I guess it's not just one thing. Right?" He looks up and adds. "Yes, you were beautiful, but that alone is not common, you're just my type but so are a lot of girls. What makes you stand out in my eyes was your picture. Something about it? It was like I'd known you all my life." Amy was a little taken aback by his response, a gloved hand over her chest, her arched brows raised and she smiled, clearly flattered (if a bit paranoid now.) "Really?" That was a shock to her, the heavily photoshopped stock photo that would become his prototype for Amy Otomoe didn't know Solomon from Adam. "Yeah, you can consider it a cop-out answer if you want, but I really feel comfortable around you. There's like this inner warmth that glows right though, even on a photo like that. I guess it's just intuition that drew me to you?" "I'm really impressed, Sol, I'd not realized you were so in-tune with things." She grinned, and after nibbling on her own appetizers she challenged. "Can you guess what I'm thinking right now?" "Hmmm, is it 'Solomon has a really cute butt?'" "Ohmygod! Yeees!" She clapped, a bit muffled from the fabric. It...wasn't even close. But the odds weren't in his favor of guessing right anyways. How's he to know she was thinking about if the fringes of her mask were showing? And now that he mentioned it? Yes, she was in fact, thinking that he's got a really adorable butt. "Mmmm, I must remember to use this power only for good." He quipped, and got a girlish giggle from Amy. The rest of the dinner went even better than Jules ever could have hoped for. Time flew by, and Amy was enjoying herself immensely. Sometime around the main course and three-quarters though her glass of wine, she'd slipped off one of her shoes and was teasing Sol under the table with it. Every time she brushed her delicate, silk-encased foot against the bare skin of his leg, she could actually see the enjoyment and desire in his eyes. She finally caught herself and smiled to him. "Excuse me, must go to the little girls room." She headed for the bathroom, but not before pausing to blow him a kiss over her shoulder. As she stepped in, two young women, brushed past her, talking and laughing merrily about something she didn't focus on too closely. At least she wasn't the only one enjoying her date. To her relief, the bathroom was now momentarily abandoned. Her good, playful and flirtatious mood had crashed abruptly. She was now more concerned about how her mask was holding up. Glancing closely at her own reflection, she saw that she was still flawlessly Amy Omotoe. With a sigh of relief, she smiled. Just the same, she used to concealer she brought to do a touch-up, and then her more mundane makeup was likewise replenished. She made sure her hair looked alright, pulled her gloves up a bit, and made sure her stockings held right. She looked great, and she knew it. That helped to put her back in the sexy, frisky mood. She looked around to make sure that she was alone. Then Amy leaned forward, legs spread out as she took a 'porn star' pose and purred. "Mmmmm, Solomon. I'm all yours baby." She held a straight face for about a second before she couldn't help it and laughed out loud as she stepped out. It was true, she was all Sol's, and Sol was all hers, too. Dinner resumed, and desert. And since the Golden Hind was the kind of establishment to have an in-house band play after a certain hour? That also meant dancing. Amy relished pressing her body up against Sol, feeling his strong arms around her and the heat that radiated from her body. His cologne was subtle, and pleasing and she wished that moment would last forever. Unfortunately, nothing ever does. The music stops, and so does the dancing. She was sad, but also felt embolded. The last bit of courage she'd need for the final step of the plan. "Sol? Do you maybe want to spend the night with me? I-I mean, I'm not usually the kind of girl that just jumps in bed with every guy she sees. But, you know, my time is limited in town and. Well, life's too short, you know?" Sol paused and looked down to her. She pressed her gloved hands against his chest as she waited for a response. It seemed like an eternity. The irony being she was the one in the mask but now it was he whose expression was impossible to read by Amy. Hear heart was pounding and she must've looked up with longing, wide-eyed anticipation. He chuckled and kissed her lips again. "Sure, I'd absolutely love that, Amy!" She felt giddy now. Ever the bit the excited schoolgirl that she never was. She smiled broadly in joy, and it quickly curled into a sexy, seductive grin. "Oh, can you be any more of a perfect guy?" "Oh, I rescue orphan bunnies on the weekend, too," Sol joked. It was...lame. Really lame. But if that's the case, why did Amy find herself laughing so hard at the one-liner? Was it because Sol said it? Was it the moment? The wine still giving her a buzz? All of the above? Who cares? It was a perfect capstone to an absolutely heavenly dinner. Sol insisted on taking care of the check and a generous tip to the waiter, despite her protests that she'd be more than happy to pay for her half. She appreciated the bit of chivalry, just the same. They left the Golden Hind with his arm around her narrow waist and she leaning against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. To her delight, it seemed that his pulse was racing now. And it only got faster and faster when a cab was hailed. She sat beside him, legs crossed and encouraged his boldness by putting his hand directly on her bare thigh after she asked the driver to take them to her hotel. It was a brief, but very enjoyable ride in Amy's opinion. The city glided by and meanwhile, she shared whispered flirtations with Sol between kissing him on the neck and nibbling on his earlobe. The two relented to an air of respectability in the hotel's lobby, but once they were locked away in the relatively privacy of an elevator, their behavior only worsened. She was pressed against one of those mirrored, gilt walls by Sol's body. Her mind was filled with a carnal joy, anticipating greater pleasures, and tinged with just a bit of anxiety over the uncertainty of what happens next. It proved to be an intoxicating cocktail, and more often than once, she nearly forgot to shepherd Sol's roaming hands from going too far. The doors opened to her floor with a 'ding!' "Mmm, this is our stop. You ready?" she asked with a grin as she took his hand and lead to her room. She was sure to put everything away that would lead someone to suspect that she wasn't what she appeared to be. "Hey, Sol?" She playfully purred as she stared up to him with intense bedroom eyes and a sexy smirk on her ruby lips. 'A young lady, and a strapping young gentleman in her room. I wonder what they'll do together?" She started unfastening his shirt, each button exposed more of his olive flesh, and each time it did, Amy kissed him. Sternum, lower chest, abdomen, navel lower... She had his shirt open, and was now perched on her stocking knees before him. One hand on a zipper as she licked her lips. She paused and smiled up. "Hey Sol? I think your pants are vibrating honey." "Eh...?" He was too stunned by Amy to notice it, or anything else that wasn't Amy for that matter. But she broke the spell, and he fished into his pocket to check his phone. He frowned. "Ah, hell. I should really take this." "Mmmhmmm, go ahead don't mind me." With a giggle Amy undid his pants and belt and let it fall to his ankles. His expression as he heard the person on the other end gave her pause before she pulled down his boxers and freed the stiff member making such an impressive tent of them. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be right there," Sol answered, disappointment and a strain of irritation in his voice. He ended the cal and swore to himself before he looked down sadly to Amy. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but this is an emergency. Scatterbrained brother got himself in a jam, and I need to go to the rescue." "Oh, come oooooon..." Amy complained. She knew fully well that Sean, Sol's brother, had probably gotten himself in a fine mess. She just hoped it didn't involve a tanker truck full of raw sewage being moved across state lines like last time. (Seriously, what the hell?!) Still, Amy wasn't about to let Sean ruin her night. She grinned again and pulled down his undies anyways. "Well, you know, I'll be quick?" Sol only gave a grunt, and Amy happily took it for a 'yes.' She stared reverently at his cock as she stroked it with a gloved hand. Her eyes moved up to match his gaze and she kissed the tip. He shuddered a bit in delight, and there'd be no further complaints of time, that's for sure. The glans vanished behind her lips and she stroked the shaft. Inch by inch, she took it all, tip down her throat, lips tightly sealed about the base her tongue playing under the shaft and attempting to wrap around it. She let out a low, rumbling hum. His hands clasped down on her slim shoulders as it continued. Already her dear Solomon was weak in the knees, and she was only getting started. She bobbed up and down on it, occasionally pulling it out of her mouth completely and stroking it with one hand while she told him how much she loved him with a husky whisper. Then it was back to sucking, licking, deep throating. It didn't take long for that kind of treatment to get results. "Oh, my god, Amy! I'm gonna come!" She knew before he spoke, she could feel the change in his body, momentarily it was rigid, and his cock grew even warmer as she could feel it swell even further. She shoved him deep inside of her mouth just as she felt his warm, salty come spray the back of her throat. She gladly swallowed all that she could but there was just so much of it! She ended up with a handful of seed that she lapped up and licking him clean. She sat on the edge of the bed while he hastily got redressed. "Amy, you're the best just the best. No one else compares!" Sol said as he quickly buttoned up his shirt. "I feel bad for just splitting after that." Amy had a big, broad smile. She enjoyed every moment of that, and his high praise had her on cloud nine. "Don't, hon. Just make it up to me next date, okay?" "Oh, I intend to. You just let me know when you'll be back, okay?" He gave her a deep on the lips, heedless to what she'd just done. "I'm so damn lucky!" She let him go after that, locking the door behind her. As far as she knew, she was the lucky one. Other than that little snag, the date went better than she ever could've hoped. Not quite the end she was looking for but still so nice. She let her hair down and set the hairpins aside someplace. Before she was going to remove the disguise, she had a sudden idea. She posed for herself in front of the mirror: a few cute expressions: some fashionable, a couple flirtatious. Amy gave herself a striptease starting with her cheongsam. She unclasped the collar and slipped out of it to saying hips. She wasn't quite so the perfect girl anymore. Sure, from the waist up, she was ideal, but the gaffe killed any illusions she had. With a chuckle she peeled down her panties, and the gaffe fallowed suit. Finally freed, his cock twitched. He slipped out of the shoes and lay against the bed, spread legs facing the mirror and he started to stroke himself. Letting out a high, girlish moan, he played with himself with a gloved hand. Bitting down on the tip of her other middle finger, his glove was loosened. He paused and pulled it off completely, his bare hand quickly resumed stroking his cock as he repeated the process with his right hand. The gloves were tossed carelessly to the side, and he quickly lost the bra. "Oh, god..." he moaned with Amy's voice, as Amy's face stared back at him from the mirror. His left hand grasped one of the false breasts. His other hand ran up and down the shaft of his already slick and shiny member with a light, deft touch. He knew it wouldn't be long, not after a night of flirting as amy, or with the taste of Sol's cum still fresh on his tongue. "Oh...oooooh...OHMIGOD...!" It was more than just pleasure. Something about watching himself, as her it drove him wild. As he felt he was going to climax. His left hand moved up to his forehead and he watched himself peel off the Amy mask as came for what seemed forever; load after load sprayed out from his trembling cock and finally a few more diminished drops spilled out around a dozen. When it was over, Jules collapsed onto the bed, the Amy mask dropped to his chest. It was the best orgasm of his life. It took him minutes to catch his breath again, and ten more before he could move his legs enough to stand. It was everything that Jules had wanted, and then some. Still, he wanted more lots, lots more. With a smile, he remembered: There was a second date in Amy's future... Fin