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Chapter Nine - Mandy Celebrates Grace exited the shower and stood at the opening to the bathroom, drying her exquisite body. "Good morning baby," she greeted me sweetly. "Sleep well?" she asked smiling knowingly. I smiled shyly, a little embarrassed at her implication. I've said that I was slowly getting accustomed to what Grace expected of me. But I was still uncomfortable about my submission and the full implications of what it meant about my manhood. "Yeah," I replied simply. "Well," she continued, "You better get a move on. You need to get dressed for work." "I, I d, don't have any work clothes here," I reminded her. "I have to go home first." "I suppose that's right," she said. "Why don't you get a shower? I'll fix some coffee so you can get going then." "That would be great," I answered. "Thanks." I stumbled out of bed, took off my nightie and stashed it in Grace's hamper, then slipped into the shower. Grace put on a see-through, black nylon robe and padded out to the kitchen to make coffee. When I exited the bathroom, Grace was sitting by her bed, her legs crossed and the robe hanging open, revealing her curvy body. Lying on the bed was one of the lingerie sets I'd purchased the day before, and the outfit I'd worn to Mandy's party the other night. I realized that I had little choice in the matter. I had to wear something home before I could change into a suit. Grace seemed settled in. She was watching me, waiting for me to begin the ritual of donning my feminine finery. Dressing in lingerie had become nearly second nature for me. The thought briefly flitted through my head, 'When had this shift occurred?' Grace had selected the yellow panties trimmed in black lace and the matching open bottom girdle. She did not lay out the matching bra, thank goodness. But she did include a yellow camisole with thin black lace around the neckline. I carefully inched up the panties and then the open bottom girdle. I realized that, because of the girdle, I could not wear my panties over the top. This meant that today, whenever I needed to relieve myself, I'd have to squat, like a girl. I suspected that Grace intended that consequence. I sat on the edge of her bed to pull on the black silk stockings and attach them to the garter connectors that circled the opening at the bottom of the girdle. I was uncomfortably aware of the fact that the girdle was something that I would not be able to "forget" that I had on during the day. Finally, there was a matching yellow half skirt slip that I pulled on over the girdle. I stood before Grace, allowing her to examine my outfit and she nodded her approval. I then picked up the jeans and tugged them up my legs. It was tough fitting them into my crotch because of how tightly they fit. I figured it would be easier with my looser suit trousers. But for now, I worried whether anyone would be able to tell that I was wearing a girdle under my jeans. I next pulled on my cowgirl boots. Like I said, who was I kidding by calling them 'cowboy' boots? I then put on the blou, er, shirt and buttoned it up high enough to conceal my camisole. Grace said, "You look nice Danni. It's a shame you can't just wear my clothes to work. Then you wouldn't have to go home." I looked at her like she was crazy. She'd said it with such a serious tone. Then she broke out laughing. "Just kidding silly! You couldn't wear a dress to work!" I sighed in relief that she was joking. Then, as if to cinch the knot tighter, she threw in, "Not yet anyway." I examined her to pick up signs of whether she was still joking, but she gave me nothing. Instead, she handed me a cup of coffee and toasted, "To my sweet lover. I'll be picturing you in your pretty undies all day. How I'll manage, I don't know." I smiled and clinked her cup. What I thought was that she'd be at work with Rex, and there was no way I could know what she might do to relieve any sexual edge she got from imagining me feminized for her. Damn my unbridled thoughts! After we finished our coffee I told Grace I'd better be going. I was wondering whether she expected me back at her place for the evening. I was becoming more and more needy in the sense that I looked to her for direction to my life. But she didn't say anything and I was too insecure to ask. We kissed goodbye. As I turned to leave she handed me the packages of lingerie I'd bought, obviously indicating that I should take them with me. I grinned ruefully at the implication of this gesture. I was to have my girly things with me at my place so that I could wear them even when I wasn't with Grace. Soon, I thought, if things continued as they had, I'd have more female, than male, under garments. The elevator stopped on the first floor below Grace. I was standing near the front corner as a couple stepped on together. They appeared to be married. They greeted me cordially, but there was no mistaking the look on their faces as they took in the clothing I was wearing and the fact that I was a man carrying a shopping bag that said 'Satin & Lace' on the outside. I saw them give each other a practiced, knowing glance, the kind of look a man and woman who know each other's thoughts without speaking share. 'Sissy?' They stepped to the rear of the elevator and whispered something. The woman giggled. I could feel them burning holes in me from the rear of the car. I was too embarrassed to look back. I only wanted the car to hit the bottom so I could escape my humiliation. When the elevator doors opened to the lobby, I stepped out as quickly as I could and hurriedly walked toward the front door. I was excruciatingly aware of how my hips were swaying, much as I'd comfortably done yesterday when I was masquerading as a woman and wearing the same boots, as I made my getaway. I knew the couple had to be getting an eyeful and that I was doing nothing to dispel the image I'd presented on the elevator. Walter greeted me as I exited. I barely spoke in return, mumbling for him to have a nice day as well. I walked the block to where my car was parked, unlocked it and slipped in where I could hide from the world. My heart was beating faster than I could ever recall, I was so flustered by what had just happened. I was becoming so comfortable being femmy in front of Grace that I wasn't thinking far enough ahead to what strangers might conclude. Shoot! What did I expect people to think? I was a man who was allowing his girlfriend to make him dress like girl, whether in full disguise or not. When I arrived at my house I quickly made my way inside, hoping no neighbors would come out of their houses as I did so. Luckily, no one did. I went immediately to my bedroom and removed the feminine clothing I wore, except for the lingerie. That was for Grace. At least, that's what I told myself. I looked through my closet and selected a clean blue shirt and a dark grey suit. Once dressed, I exited and walked the block and a half to the Metro station to catch the subway into the District. I was fairly confident that no one could tell that I was wearing lingerie beneath my male garb, but I wasn't absolutely sure. Plus, the open bottom girdle made me keenly aware that I was dressed in feminine underwear. Thus, I was continually searching the eyes of the strangers on the car with me, wondering if anyone was tuned in to my secret. Finally I made my way down the street and into my office, stopping along the way, of course, for a Starbuck's coffee. The young girl who served me smiled sweetly as she handed me my order. Could she tell? I wondered. I'm a fairly organized person, so my work for the day was waiting for me as I'd left it the previous Thursday, the day before I took off to serve as Mandy's maid. It felt good to be back in familiar territory. I dove in to my work, doing my best to escape the million worried thoughts that spun around inside of my head. Around lunch-time, John Williams, the managing partner I'd seen at Mandy's party Saturday, stopped by my office. "Good morning Dan," he said with a knowing glint in his eye. He didn't have to say what I knew he was thinking. 'You looked like a sissy the other night.' Every time I saw him from now on I would remember that moment. I worried that he might mention it to my other partners too. How would I know he hadn't? "Some party the other night? Huh?" he exclaimed. I smiled uncomfortably. "Yes," I agreed. "It was." We were each, in turn, uncomfortable discussing the event. Me, for the obvious reason. John, probably because he was at the party without his wife. "Funny running into you there," he said. Then, not sure how to broach the subject, said, "That Mandy is sure something! Huh?" I laughed in agreement. "She is that!" Boy! Did I know! "Hard to resist," he continued, the double meaning clear. "I think I'm going to recommend her services to the firm." I bet he was going to recommend her 'services!' "I hear she is an excellent accountant," I said instead. I figured I may as well put in a good word for her. "Her friend - Grace was her name? She's a knockout," he commented. "Hmmm," I smiled, thinking of his description of Grace. "I'd have to agree with that." "How long have you two been going out?" I was beginning to wonder about his curiosity. "A little over a month now I'd say." "That was some, er, ah, interesting get-up you had on at the party Dan." Now! Here was the moment. How could I explain myself? I shrugged and chuckled nervously. "Yeah! It was! I don't know what to say. Grace just got back from Texas, and she got it in her head that we should go to the party as cowboy and cowgirl. She said the outfit I wore was the latest fashion in Texas. I don't know though," I concluded, tacitly acknowledging that I realized that the look was not very manly. John laughed out loud, so loud he could be heard in the hall. "That's an understatement!" he roared, pleased that 'us two guys' could share in the joke that was my attire. "I'll tell you the truth. At first I was like, 'What the hell!' But when I found out you were tapping that hot babe, I figured, well, whatever it takes to get her going. I guess I'd consider it too." I felt my face turning redder as he spoke. Basically, John had just said that I'd definitely looked like a sissy at the party, and that he would love to fuck Grace himself. And I just sat there, humiliated, embarrassed and unable to tell him he was wrong. Seeing my obvious discomfort, and perhaps realizing he'd gone too far, John changed subjects. "Uh, the reason I came down here is that I have made my recommendations to the firm board that we switch accounting firms. I mentioned that you seemed to know Mandy and, although I'll certainly be working with her, I don't want my wife getting any ideas about us. She's the suspicious type. So I suggested that you be her point of contact here. You could help her get acquainted with our system and all. Would you be willing to do that?" What could I say to that? No? That's also when I realized that Mandy must have fucked him for the account. That explained why his wife wasn't with him at the party. "Sure," I answered. "I'd be happy to." "Great!" he exclaimed. "I'll let the other guys know. I'll have Mandy call you to set up a meeting. Okay?" "Sure thing," I replied. John then got up and went back down the hall to his office. I sat at my desk, relieved to, once again, be alone with my thoughts. Everything about my relationship with Grace was complicated, and now it seemed that it was beginning to complicate other parts of my life that, until now, I'd managed to compartmentalize. And yet, despite the complications she caused, I couldn't break it off. No way. I was dependent upon her. Seriously. I honestly didn't think I could live without her at this point. On the other hand, I knew that if I stayed with her that my life was going to be in constant turmoil as she put me through change after change. She seemed to thrive on doing it. Like, for example, almost all I could think of in this embarrassing moment was when would I see her again. I didn't feel like it was my decision whether we got together tonight or not. And if she wasn't with me, who was she with? Would she, like me, be alone in her apartment tonight? Or, would she be entertaining another man while I sat around my house dressed like a girl and waiting for her call? I was in a fix. Later that afternoon, I needed to pee so badly I couldn't stand it any longer. I'd put it off because I knew that when I went to the bathroom, I was going to have to sit, which meant pulling down the girdle and panties I wore. Just as I opened the door to enter the men's room, John Williams walked up behind me. He, like a normal man, went straight for the latrine. I hesitated, embarrassed at what I was about to do. Would he be able to tell that I was pulling down clothes above and beyond what a man would normally pull down to take a dump? He glanced at me as I paused, almost as if he were evaluating my delay. I couldn't turn around and leave the restroom That would be even more awkward. I opened a stall door and stepped in. From outside John asked, "Have you heard from Mandy yet Dan?" Unfastening my belt and unbuttoning my trousers, I replied, "No, I haven't." I have always been uncomfortable with bathroom conversations, and especially so now as I fumbled with lowering my girdle and panties. "I think you'll be hearing from her soon. Our annual audit has to be done in two weeks. She seemed pretty anxious to get started." "Okay," I said, wishing he'd finish up and leave me alone. "I'll be looking for her call," I assured him. "Ah, Dan?" John continued. He sounded uncomfortable. "Would you mind not mentioning to my wife, if you happen to see her, that I was at the party the other night? She was at her mother's, and didn't know I would be going out. Okay?" Mandy did fuck him! I knew it! "No problem John. Thanks for the heads up." "Great! Thanks a million. She's a hottie, you know?" Why wouldn't he just go back to work?! "Yeah. She's something else." That much I could agree with him about. "Almost as hot as your babe. Now she's got a body that won't quit, if you don't mind me saying so." Well, this is the second time today you've said so, I thought. "Er, yeah," I choked out a response. "Thank you." Thank you?!! Thank you?!! What a stupid reply to another man blatantly lusting after your girlfriend. Adding insult to injury, he concluded by saying, "Yeah! I wouldn't mind hittin' that shit myself!" How fucking crude! I couldn't believe his nerve! I was speechless, as I sat there wishing he'd leave so that I could concentrate on peeing. "Well, I'll see ya later," he said as he walked out of the restroom. Alone at last, I was able to relieve myself. It felt strange sitting with my penis pushed between my thighs solely to pee. But it was a major relief. It would have been impossible to do this standing while wearing the open bottom girdle. I pulled off a wad of toilet paper and made sure there was no remnant pee to soak into my panties. I then stood and adjusted everything so that it fit right. Being extra aware of what I was wearing, I was extra cautious to have everything just so before I went back into public view. The weird thing was that, notwithstanding my heightened concern for being found out, I was also extremely excited about the, well, naughtiness of it all. I didn't want to not be wearing the women's underwear. Concentrating on work was difficult though. So many different stimuli were coursing through my brain. Grace, and what she was doing to me. John, and what he thought of me. What he was doing with Mandy. What being around Mandy would be like. Grace, and who else she was seeing. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I answered it, "Dan Thompson." "Dan?!" the woman's voice on the other end exclaimed. "My! My! How formal we are at work Danni?," Mandy giggled. "How are you sweetie?" she gushed. "Oh. Hi M, M, Mandy," I stammered. "How are you? John said I should expect a call from you. Congratulations! It looks like you closed the deal and got the contract." "Yes!" Mandy squealed. "Isn't that fantastic! I can't wait to get started. When can I come in? John said you'd take care of me." "I understand that you need to get going soon. When would you like to come by?" "The sooner the better," she answered. "How about in the morning?" I quickly checked my calendar. The morning was clear. "Sure," I said. "Tomorrow morning will be fine. Say around nine?" "Perfect!" she affirmed. "See you in the morning Danni," she concluded, and hung up before I could ask her not to call me 'Danni' in the office tomorrow. Thankfully, it was late in the day. By now I was a mess and just wanted to leave. I wished I were going to see Grace tonight, but was afraid to call her. I think I was less afraid that she wouldn't be free generally, than I was with possibly finding out with whom she would be with instead of me. Just as I was getting my things together to leave a little early, my desk phone rang. I instinctively picked it up and answered, "Dan Thompson." "Hi baby," Grace cooed. "Miss me?" Excited to hear her voice, I answered enthusiastically, "Of course I do! How are you?" I was thrilled that she called. "Great!" she answered. "I was just calling to see how my pretty girl was doing and to find out if you're coming over tonight?" I suddenly had a big grin on my face. Forget that she'd just referred to me as her 'pretty girl' - she wanted to see me tonight! "I was just walking out the door. I'd love to come by. When?" "As soon as you can get there," she replied. "Why don't you go to your place and pick up some clothes for tomorrow so you can stay the night? And bring some of your new pretties too," she added. "Can't wait to see you. Ciao!" she said and then hung up. I put the phone down and reassessed my state of mind. I was going to spend the night with Grace. That was a good thing. I hurried out so that I could get home, get some clothes for work the next day, and still get to Grace's without getting too caught up in afternoon traffic. Luckily, I caught a Metro without much of a wait. Leaving early always seemed to make the commute on the rail easier. Fewer people were traveling then. When I got home I quickly packed clothes for the next day, and then chose some lingerie to wear beneath my clothing. I kept on the clothes I was wearing and did a very fast turn around. Within ten minutes of arriving home, I was in my car and headed to Grace's apartment. As I was driving along, my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Grace. Punching the green answer button I said, "Hi baby!" I was in a very uplifted mood. "Hi," she said flatly. "Where are you?" "On my way to your place. Where are you?" She sighed. "Still stuck here at the office. Something came up and I'm going to be a while. Sorry." Like a car going from zero to sixty in only seconds, and then suddenly coming to an abrupt stop, I was immediately deflated and silent. "Are you there?" she asked. "Uh, yeah," I answered. "Just disappointed. I was really looking forward to seeing you." "Me too honey," she agreed. "Hey? Do you mind waiting for me there? I'll try to not be too long," she promised. "I gu, guess so," I answered. "What about dinner? Should I fix something?" "Would you?!" she seemed genuinely pleased. "That would be wonderful!" Then, as if the thought just entered her head she added, "I have an idea! My place could use a little straightening, and I haven't even gotten to my dirty clothes from my trip. Why don't you slip into one of your maid's outfits and we'll play Mistress and maid tonight? What do you think?" What I thought - and I kind of was mad at myself for thinking this about Grace so readily - was that I'd been set up. I wondered if this had been her plan all along. What I said, though, was, "Okay. I can do that." "Awesome!" she said appreciatively. "I'll call you when I get done here so you can have dinner waiting. I'll probably be starved by then. See ya soon," she said, and hung up. I hung up my phone and continued on my way to Grace's apartment. Although I was disappointed that things had taken this turn, I was at least glad that she hadn't called the entire evening off. Even if, as it turns out, I was going to be her servant, at least I'd be with her, rather than alone wondering if she was spending the night with someone else. I parked and walked into her building. Walter greeted me, "Good evening Danni. Ms. Andrews phoned and said you'd be by. I'll let you on the elevator to her floor." "Thanks Walter," I replied as I followed him across the lobby. I bet he was getting a real charge out of my various outfits. As he held the door, I stepped on. "Good night Danni," he addressed me informally. "Good night Walter." I began to think of the crossing over process - taking off my male clothing and changing into Grace's maid. I decided that if I was going to do it, I might as well do it right. I went to her bedroom and removed my suit and hung it, along with the one I'd brought for tomorrow, in Grace's closet. I then took off my underthings and put them in with Grace's intimates in her hamper. I then went to her bathroom, turned on the hot water and stepped inside the shower. I decided to shave closely while I was in there. I wanted to get going, so I didn't linger in the shower long. Instead, I hurriedly got out, dried off, and then sat to her vanity to apply makeup. I had gotten fairly proficient at the basics, but tonight I decided I'd go dark and a little gothically slutty, just to see how Grace would react. When I finished, I was satisfied that I'd accomplished the look I was going for. I walked to the guest bedroom where Grace stored the maid's uniforms. I don't know why it had never fully sunk in to me that she had so many different maids' uniforms. There were a total of ten. Tonight my eyes fell upon a baby-blue, latex uniform, trimmed in pink. The skirt was very short. I knew that it would barely cover my ass. There was no petticoat to wear - just a pair of latex, baby-blue panties with eight rows of pink ruffles covering the bottom, and garter straps for connecting stockings to. The stockings on the hanger were white with pink bows at the top on the front. I decided that it was the one. The latex fit skin-tight. No bra was needed to hold the breast forms in place, and once they were settled, the nipples stood out prominently. There was a pair of baby-blue, paten leather, five-inch heels on the floor. Obviously, those were the ones I chose. Checking myself out in the mirror, I felt my penis throb. I was hot! The makeup added to the image of a sultry and sexy French maid whore. I smiled in satisfaction as I considered how Grace would respond. Perhaps I'd even 'get some' tonight I laughed to myself. Yeah, I was a real vamp! I went to the kitchen and looked through her refrigerator to figure out what I could fix for dinner, so that I'd be ready for her call. She had some shrimp salad that I thought would be perfect - easy too. She also had a stalk of asparagus that would be tasty. A loaf of fresh French bread was on the counter. So, there it was! Dinner was ready. Voila! Now I needed to get going on her laundry. I went to her bedroom to see how full her hamper was. It was pretty full. I carried the entire container to her laundry room and began separating things. I put everything that could be washed in the machine inside and started the wash cycle. I then filled her sink with liquid soap for her intimates, of which there was a healthy pile. I then set to work hand washing Grace's underwear. As usual, her panties were a bit rank and crusty in the crotch. I really didn't have much to compare it to before this stage of my life, but I was surprised that a woman would dirty up her panties as much as Grace and Mandy did. I was about halfway through, wondering when she'd call, when I heard the elevator open. I stood up, thinking that she'd come home and forgotten to call me. I was immediately excited for her to see my outfit. I decided to continue washing her undies, so she'd find her maid hard at work. I heard her heels coming across the floor and then I heard a woman's voice. But not Grace's! No! It was Mandy! - calling out, "Danni? Danni?" Huh? Why would she be calling out my name? Then it hit me! She dropped by to see Grace, and Walter told her I was here. Crap! Think! Think! Before I could formulate a clear plan she walked up to the door where I was washing Grace's panties. "Sissy?" she asked, her confusion apparent. "Is that you?" Beet red, I turned to face her. Smiling nervously, I said, "H, hi, Miss Stratton. Wh, what are you doing here?" I asked, a tremor in my voice. "I stopped by to see Grace, but Walter downstairs told me she wasn't home yet. I thought he said Danni was here, but he doesn't answer. Is he here?" "Uh, uh, I d, don't think so," I replied stupidly. "You don't think so? Have you seen him?" "Uh, n, I mean, yes ma'am. He was here. But, ah, I think something came up and he had to leave," I lied. "It's just me here now." "Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "Doing Grace's laundry I see. Do you know when she's due home?" "No ma'am," I answered. "She said she'd call so I could have dinner waiting." "Really?!" she exclaimed. "I'm starved! What are we having?" We? "Ah, I'm serving shrimp salad, asparagus and French bread." "Oooh! Sounds yummy! Do you mind if I open some wine while I wait?" What was I going to say at this point. No? Go home so I can be alone with my girlfriend? "No ma'am. There's some white in the refrigerator and red on the counter." "Great! You go ahead with what you're doing. I can get it." Mandy disappeared into the kitchen and then returned with two glasses of Chardonnay. "I poured you a glass Sissy. You deserve a refreshment." I was thankful for her thoughtfulness. She was right too. I could use a drink. Nothing about this day had been smooth for me, and it didn't seem as though it was going to improve. I accepted the cool glass of wine and took a gulp. It was delicious. I drained it. "Whoa!" Mandy giggled. "There's plenty girl! No need to guzzle it. I'll get you some more," she said, taking my glass. She returned with a full glass and handed it to me. She then proposed a toast, "To the hottest, sexiest maid ever!" I blushed, but returned the toast, "To a beautiful woman who knows how to make a girl feel special." "Why thank you Sissy," she replied. "That's sweet. And let me thank you again for all of your help Friday. The party was a huge success! Your help was crucial. In fact, I roped in a huge contract with a law firm. In fact, Danni works there. Did you know Grace's boyfriend was an attorney?" "Yes ma'am," I answered. "I did." She then mumbled, "That is so strange that Walter would have told me he was here. I'm certain that's what he said. Weird!" She sat near where I was washing Grace's intimates, apparently intending to converse with me while I worked. I set my glass down and resumed washing. The level of the sink required me to bend over. I knew that Mandy was getting a good view of my lace-lined latex panties, stretched tightly across my butt. I could feel her eyes undressing me. I was wishing I hadn't selected such a provocative dress. I paused to sip my wine. I was feeling a little self-conscious with Mandy sitting there watching me. I knew she lusted for me, and Grace had confirmed that Mandy was bi-sexual. I smiled to myself. Bi-sexual? Ha! With me she got a 'two-fer' - if she only knew. I still had several pairs of panties to wash when my cell phone rang. Mandy saw it lying on the kitchen counter. "I'll get it," she said. Before I could stop her she'd already picked it up. I was worried that she'd see the name, 'Grace' on the window, a name I would not put in my phone if I were her maid. I watched her as she glanced at the screen and then answered, "Hello!" she said in a sing-song voice. "Sissy's phone!" she smiled at me as she spoke, as if we were sharing a joke. "Hi Grace! It's me, Mandy!" "Yes, I stopped by and found Sissy working like a dog washing your smelly underwear!" she laughed. "Now we're getting drunk. Where are you?" "Sure!" she said in response to whatever Grace had said on the other end of the call. "Well, now that you're done 'working,' why don't you hurry home? Sissy has a delicious dinner waiting and I'm starved." "Great! We'll see you soon." Mandy hung up and turned to face me, giggling at how she'd handled the call. "She says she had to work late. I'll bet!" she sneered, insinuating her doubt. What did Mandy know that I didn't know? What I suspected? That Grace had to work late to be with Rex? Crap! I hated this! I finished up the last pair of panties and hung them to dry. I then went to the kitchen to prepare our meal. I set three places at the table. Mandy looked funny at me when I did. "Will you be eating with us tonight Sissy?" I'd forgotten. This wasn't a date between me and Grace anymore. I was the maid. Seeing my confused expression, Mandy said, "I think that is a great idea Sissy. You've worked hard today. Relax and join us for dinner. I'm the guest and I insist. Grace won't mind." I smiled at Mandy's kindness. Before I knew what was happening, she'd come to me and pulled me into her arms. She looked me in the eyes and then moved in closer. I was without defenses to react. Suddenly, our mouths were pressed together and Mandy and I were French kissing. I was giving as good as I was getting too. Mandy's lips were soft and delicious. She was a great kisser. Her hand found my ass and she pulled me close to her, pressing her pelvis firmly against mine. I was so thankful that the latex panties fit so tightly and that I had thought to press my penis firmly out of sight. Otherwise, she'd have felt my hard- on. When we parted, she stroked me on the side of my face and let her hand fall to my left breast. "Mmmmm," she sighed. "So nice! So, so nice Sissy. I would so like to fuck you right now." I didn't know how to respond in words. I knew what my body wanted to say. 'Then do it!' But I was Grace's boyfriend. It was one thing for me to pleasure Mandy in my alter ego as Sissy at Grace's instructions. It was another thing entirely for me to be doing so on my own. I smiled uncomfortably. Seeing my predicament, Mandy said, "I understand. You work for Grace. It wouldn't be right with her on the way home." Then she smiled devilishly, "But if we all get drunk tonight, who knows? Huh?" I nearly choked at her implication. "Never had a three way Sissy?" Mandy teased. "N, n, no. I ha, haven't." "Well, there's a first time for everything." We stood in close proximity in the aftermath of our kiss. The elevator door rang, signaling Grace's arrival. Mandy gave me one more quick, soft kiss and then went to greet her friend. I was stunned. Fuck! What was I in for? Trying to put my worries aside, I set my mind to getting dinner on the table. In moments Grace and Mandy came into the kitchen together laughing loudly. "Good evening Sissy," Grace greeted me. "Good evening Miss Andrews," I curtsied the way she liked. Mandy blurted, "That is soooo cute! I love when she does that!" Grace giggled back, "Me too!" "I'm famished and thirsty. Where's the wine? When's dinner?" Mandy grabbed a glass and filled one for Grace. I announced that dinner was ready. Mandy explained to Grace that she'd insisted that I join them for dinner. "That's fine," she said. "I assume you've finished washing my panties Sissy?" "Yes ma'am," I answered. "Good girl! Then I see no reason why you can't join us." Sometimes it really bothered me the way she treated me in front of others. But, then, I supposed, that was her way of maintaining my cover. Perhaps she was protecting me. While I finished putting dinner together, they chatted in the background. "What brings you by so unexpectedly Mandy?" Grace asked. "I have some good news to share and I wanted to do it in person. I was hoping Danni would be here, and even thought he was until I got in, but I must have just missed him." Grace went along with the thread, "Yeah, I thought Danni was going to be here too." Addressing me, she asked, "Sissy, was my Danni here tonight?" "Yes ma'am," I told her. "But he had to leave. He didn't call you?" "I don't think so. Maybe he did and I just missed the call. Maybe I should try him," she offered. I froze! No! If Grace dialed his number, the phone Mandy thinks is Sissy's will ring right there in front of us. I thought quickly. "Can't it wait until after dinner ma'am? I have everything ready." Grace looked at me warily. Then, as if picking up the signal from my eyes as I cut them toward my phone, she said, "I suppose. Besides, I'm sure he'll call later and let me know what happened. So," she declared, "I suppose it's just us girls tonight. Who knows? Could be fun! Let's eat." Whew! That was close. Too close. I served dinner and then sat down to join Grace and Mandy. It was funny, I knew them each intimately, although Mandy only in a weird, servant kind of way. And yet, in this context, I was neither friend nor intimate. I was, well, I was like a maid who was being treated more casually than one would usually expect of a domestic servant. Mandy and Grace clearly had a close relationship of long standing and, like many women, were very comfortable and easy with each other. It seemed no subject was difficult, or off limits, for them, whether it was work, sex, people at work, sex, friends, sex, men, sex and on and on. Anything they spoke about, the one seemed to know how the other felt. I was a little envious. I'd never had that kind of a relationship with anyone. "So," Grace said to Mandy, "You say you have some news. Fill me in," she encouraged Mandy as Grace ate a bite of shrimp salad. "Wellll," Mandy began. "I think we kind of knew this already. I mean, I sort of cinched it at my party with John Williams, the managing partner at Danni's firm, but he got approval from the other managers today to make it official - I'm the new accountant for Danni's law firm. Isn't that great?!" "It really is Mandy! Congratulations! That is going to be a huge client for you!" "Yes! It is! And guess what?" "What?" "I'm going to be working closely with Danni. In fact, I'm meeting him tomorrow morning at his office to get a tour of the place and begin working. That's why I was hoping he'd be here tonight. I wanted to thank him privately for helping the other night." "I'm sorry he isn't here as well. Oh well, it's his loss - not to be able to share dinner with three sexy babes. Right Sissy?" she asked me. "Uh, y, yes ma'am. That's right." "Sissy? Why don't you open a bottle of Champagne so we can celebrate with a toast to Mandy's new contract?" "Yes ma'am," I answered. I stood to retrieve a bottle of Champagne from the wine refrigerator. I brought it along with three flutes to the table. I opened the bottle, popping the cork off into the living room and poured three glasses. Grace raised her glass and toasted Mandy's continued business success and well-being. They downed theirs in one gulp, so I followed suit. Grace then refilled each of our glasses. We were finished with dinner, so I cleared the table while they retired to the balcony. I had a feeling that Mandy was going to stay for a while. I don't think she has ever had too much to drink - until she's had too much to drink. I joined them on the balcony, and as I prepared to sit, Grace glanced toward the deck at her feet. She expected me to sit at her feet. Obediently, without so much as a verbal command, I sat at her feet. She immediately placed her right foot, heel and all, on my lap. Mandy was watching this entire event, taking in my obedience to Grace's desires communicated wordlessly to me. I began to methodically rub Grace's foot, beginning with her toes and gradually working the entire foot. When she was satisfied with my efforts on her right foot she replaced it in my lap with her left foot. Meanwhile, she and Mandy had continued drinking. Mandy finally brought up the subject I'd hoped she'd forgotten. "I was trying to explain earlier to Sissy the joys of a threesome Grace. Did you know she's never had one?" "No. I didn't. Is that true Sissy? You've never been with more than one person at a time?" I wasn't pleased that the conversation was turning this way. Grace knew I'd never done anything like that. So the fact that she was saying this was all the proof I needed to know that she was messing with me. I didn't respond. "Sissy?" she probed. "Have you? I know you misled Mandy about never sucking cock when you know that you have. Are you being honest about never having a threesome?" Sucking cock? I never sucked a cock! Grace had made me suck a dildo. That was not the same thing! But I couldn't protest it for fear of pushing her to reveal more than I wanted her to. "No ma'am," I answered. "I never have." "Such a shame sweetie. You don't know what you're missing. Does she Mandy?" she cooed sexily to her friend. I knew by then that they'd been together in college. But I hadn't considered that they would do a threesome. In dribs and drabs, I continually learned more and more about Grace's sexuality. "No. She doesn't. But we could show her. Couldn't we?" "Hmmm," sighed Grace. " I suppose we could. That might be nice. Would you like that Sissy?" I implored her with my eyes - No Grace! Don't do this! I can't! You know that. Mandy would learn my secret. I didn't know how to respond to this assault upon my psyche. I hoped silence would work, although it didn't usually with Grace. "What's the matter Sissy? Too shy to say what you want?" Grace teased me. "N, no ma'am. I ju, just d, don't th, think that is f, for me." "What? You wouldn't want to have both Mandy and me paying attention to you baby? We'd make you feel really good. I promise." "We would Sissy," Mandy joined in the persuasion. Why was Grace pushing me like this? She knew that if we went to bed with Mandy she'd find out our secret - that I was a guy - that I was Danni - er, Dan. So why? Did Mandy already know? What was Grace pushing me toward? I wanted to please her. Wasn't I proving that to her? Why this?! Grace was studying me closely. As if she were reading my thoughts. Finally, she spoke to Mandy. "I don't want to make Sissy do anything she isn't comfortable with Mandy. But if you need some attention, I'd be happy to oblige you." Huh? Did I hear that right? Grace was talking about making love with Mandy? "But she is so sexy in that outfit Grace!" Mandy implored. "I've wanted to do her ever since I arrived. Please?" she begged, convinced that if Grace required me to join them in bed that I'd have no choice. Grace smiled understandingly at Mandy. "I agree with you. She is sexy. But I want her to want this. I won't force her. But there isn't any reason why we can't, you know, like old times..." Mandy grinned evilly. "Wellll, I suppose if I can't have Sissy tonight, you're a pretty good substitute." As she said this she stood and walked around to Grace and put her arms around her neck, leaning down and kissing her, right in front of me. Grace easily returned the kiss. I was officially jealous. When they broke their kiss, Grace stood and faced Mandy, and they held each other tenderly. I was extremely uncomfortable - the outsider who wouldn't go along with the program. Grace kissed Mandy again, her hand cupping Mandy firmly on her ass. "Sissy, you can clean up dear," she ordered. "If I recall correctly, you were supposed to spend the night? Right?" Caught in a difficult situation, I said, "Y, yes ma'am." "Then we'll see you in the morning. Fix us some breakfast?" Unable to refuse for fear of blowing my cover, I said, "Yes ma'am." Grace then took Mandy by the hand and led her to the bedroom. As they closed the door behind them I heard Grace say to Mandy, "Shower first?" Left alone to clean up, I went about my duties. I was anguished that Grace had so easily left me alone to spend the night with Mandy. She didn't even pretend like it was a difficult decision. It was as if she was intentionally showing me that I was of secondary concern to her, and that if I wanted her, I needed to adjust accordingly. Then, my thoughts turned to the next morning. It was apparent that Mandy was going to spend the night. I had to wake up early, dress up as Grace's maid, and then serve the girls breakfast. Then, I assumed, Mandy would leave. Presumably to go meet me, as Dan, in my office, except that I'd be leaving after her, and would have to change first before I could do so. Had Grace counted on that when she put me in this position? I was feeling despondent about the circumstances I continually found myself in. I was jealous that Grace was being intimate with Mandy tonight. I was frustrated that I couldn't participate due to my identification dilemma. And I was worried about the next day. Realizing that I could do nothing about it at the moment, I went to the guest room and removed my outfit, hanging it neatly where it belonged. I then found a nighty, a nylon, double-layered, pink baby-doll that was very sexy. I had to sleep wearing my wig because I couldn't be absolutely certain that I would not see Mandy during the night. I lay down on my back in the guest bed, alone, while Grace and Mandy were together in the next room. A million images of what they were doing to each other ran through my brain, making sleep impossible. As I imagined them together, I gently stroked my penis with my fingernails through my panties, working myself to a full erection. Was I turned on because I'd been touching myself? Or was it because I was imagining Grace and Mandy together? The insulation in Grace's apartment was pretty good, so I couldn't hear anything, leaving me solely to my imagination - which was running wild. I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to be with them, but I didn't like being left out either. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. I slipped quietly out of bed and tiptoed out into the main area of the apartment. I walked slowly and softly to Grace's bedroom door and stood next to it, hoping I'd hear something to let me know if they were really making love, or were simply sleeping together. At first, I heard nothing. Then, I was able to pick up sounds like someone moaning. It didn't sound like Grace, so I concluded that it must be Mandy. I was able to pick up words. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Whatever Grace was doing to Mandy, she was doing a good job of it. Why I did what I did next, I don't know. It was stupid really. But I couldn't help myself. Slowly and carefully, I turned the knob to Grace's bedroom door. It was unlocked. I cracked the door just enough to give me a view of the bed. Mandy was on her back. She was naked. Her legs were spread wide. Mandy was holding on to her ankles so as to hold open her thighs as wide as possible. And Grace was on her knees, between Mandy's legs, her face buried deep into Mandy's smoothly shaved cunt. She was licking and sucking on Mandy's pussy as Mandy lay there, a look of lust-filled pleasure upon her face. Mandy was encouraging Grace with every lick and suck. "Oh God! Yeah! There baby! Just like that! You're so good Gracie. Soooo fuckkkiinnngggg gooooodddd! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmminnnnngggggg nowwwwwww! Oh Godddddd!" she screamed in climax so loudly that I'd have heard it in my room. I should have closed the door then and gotten out of there. But I couldn't take my eyes off of what I was watching. My penis was throbbing inside my panties, in part because of what I was watching, and in part because I had my hand inside them rubbing myself. Just then, as I was about to cum, Mandy glanced toward the door. There was no retreating or pretending - she saw me - and she and I each knew it. I quickly closed the door and stood there - frozen. Fuck! I'd been caught! And by Mandy, no less. I listened at the door for a moment. I heard Grace say, "What?" Mandy giggled, "We had a visitor." "Really?!" "Yeah. She was masturbating." "Really?!" "Yeah, really. I don't think she finished though. Think we ought to go help her out?" Grace's answer sent me to bed. "No. Let's make her suffer. Maybe next time she'll be more compliant." So, Grace was trying to teach me a lesson. But, what about Mandy? What did that say about her and Grace? For me to have been with them would have meant me being revealed as a guy - a guy wearing girl's clothing. A sissy. And I wasn't ready for that. I went back to my room and closed the door. Sleeping was difficult. Finally, morning came, and I got up to dress for breakfast. I wasn't looking forward to seeing the girls. How would they treat me? Would they pretend like everything was normal? It would have been better if they'd actually confronted me. But that isn't what happened.