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Washed, Waxed, and Polished By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 3 "What a fucking sleaze ball that guy is!" screamed Jordan as Candice came out carrying her bag. "Can I just take a shower now? I'm all grossed out." "Are you crazy?" Candice grabbed her keys. "We've got so much to do now. There's no time to redress you and redo your makeup. Let's get going, as the first thing we'll do is get you some shoes that fit." "I can't go out like this," Jordan replied. "You dressed me like a little tramp. These shorts are barely covering my ass, and I'm in half a shirt." "Oh stop. I'm finding it sexy, so let me enjoy it without whining." Candice kissed him and rubbed his crotch. "The idea honey was for those stupid cops to find you irresistible, and they did. Girls wear this look every day. Not bad for twenty minutes work, and considering I really had nothing that would fit you right?" "I guess not," said Jordan, shaking his head as he looked at his reflection in the hallway mirror. "But it's too weird." Jordan's face was made up in a series of pinks; as he had on pink glittery eye shadows, soft rosy cheeks and ultra-glossy pastel pink shimmering lips. His lashes looked thick yet short and were outlined in an aqua blue pencil, matching the numbers on the white football jersey. In his ears, she had placed large thin silver hoops and he had a two dozen matching thin bracelets clumped together on his right wrist. His hair had been pulled into two thick wavy pigtails hanging loosely above each ear, decorated with a thick aqua ribbon tied in a bow which were off set a bit as he still had his hair parted on the side. His Daisy dukes were extremely tight below his bare waist, as his cut off jersey hung loosely, bubbling out only near his fake breasts, giving the illusion of a bust. "Stop judging yourself! We've got to get moving," Candice teased him and grabbed his hand. "We've got to get you a dress, shoes, earrings, and plenty more. Plus, I have to run around and you'll need some lessons to rehearse. This won't be easy." "Hey Jodi," said Candice, dialing her phone as they walked to the car. "Yeah, it really went well. Schedule his hair at 6pm. I'll bring him there by then." "Do I really need to go to the salon again," said Jordan. "Can't you just do it at your place?" "Sorry babe," said Candice as they jumped in her car, putting on their seat belts. "What we have to do is much easier there." "Ok, first stop," Candice pulled into a busy strip mall. They got out and walked into a large DSW shoe store as Candice grabbed a few boxes. Before he knew it, his feet felt a lot better as she slipped his feet into some blue polka dot peep toe, sling back wedges which had little simple bows behind the open peep toe. "Can't I just buy sneakers?" whined Jordan as he looked down at his feet. "Stop!" said Candice, waving her wrist at him and holding out her hand. "We've got to keep practicing your walk and especially that wiggle. These will be comfortable for you and at least keep you in the right arched position. Trust me, you'll be begging for these after what we have to put you in later. Plus they're on sale." Jordan handed Candice some cash from his purse and they paid before walking down two stores into the strip mall. As soon as they entered, Candice was greeted by an older woman as they walked into an elaborate costume store. "It's so good to see you dear," said the woman. "So, is this my little model for Marilyn?" "Yes, Betty. This is Jordan," said Candice. "You're so right honey. He is pretty for a boy," said Betty, shaking his hand. "And I see the breasts I sold you are holding up nicely." "They are," said Candice, fondling one of them. "In a top like this though, you should put them in a bra, dear," Betty looked him over as she began taking his measurements. "It will feel better on your back, and give you a little more perkiness in a top like this." "Oh, ok," said Jordan, looking at Candice. "Don't be nervous dear," said Betty, taking his hand and looking up at him. "I've dressed a ton of cross dressers, and plenty of you want to be Marilyn. You're going to look gorgeous when I done." Candice took Jordan to the dressing room as Betty headed to the back room before returning with a garment bag and a small bag. "Start with this red gown," said Betty. "This one is from Gentlemen prefer blondes, and it's gorgeous. I have two more that will work, but I just have to get the sizing down for those." She helped him off with his top and shorts and then took the first costume from the bag. Before he knew it, he was in candy apple red sparkling sequin gown, with one leg fully exposed. Candice took a few clips from her purse, pinning his pigtails on top of his head as she shook out a wig from the small bag, sliding it onto his head. "Unless you're getting a boob job, this won't work," Candice teased, as it was very low cut and exposed too much of the silicon. "Red is pretty on you, Jordan. These two dresses are from the move Gentlemen prefer blondes," said Betty as she came in. "But not a good cut on you dear. Try this one. Marilyn made this famous singing Diamonds are a girl's best friend." Betty handed Candice a long, pink satin gown with a huge matching bow on the back and she zipped him in. She then slid long pink satin gloves up his arms and added a rhinestone necklace before stepping back and admiring it. "This is going to be tough! I love this on you! How pretty in pink are you, Jordan?" said Betty. "But try this one, it's the most famous and classic, and of course my top Marilyn seller. I only have a very high end one that will fit her though. Is that ok, because it's much more expensive?" "That's our preference," said Candice as she turned him a few times and looked him over. "Jordan enjoys looking her best." "You're my kinda girl Jordan. I love a cd with great taste," said Betty. "What I have is an authentic copy of the dress from "The 7 year Itch movie," Like the original, it's an ivory-colored, rayon-acetate halter dress with full pleated skirt. Basically it's an exact copy. Try it and I'll be back in a moment." Candice helped him off with the pink gown and before he knew it, he was stepping into the white dress. Betty returned, spinning him around a few times and inspecting him as she looked at Candice and they both nodded. She took a few pins and began inserting them, making a few adjustments as Jordan stood there, staring down at the flowing pleats. "I'll do the little alterations myself Candice, and send it to the salon by about 7pm," said Betty looking at her watch and then opening a shoe box. "That would be so helpful,Betty," said Candice as Jordan was rising up now, seeing his feet slipped into some shoes. "Ok, you can change dear." Betty walked out. Candice helped Jordan back into his jersey and daisey dukes as they walked to the register and payed. Candice rummaged through his purse and watched her count out many hundreds as they paid. They got back in the car and Candice drove them a few blocks to a small dance studio. "Are you kidding me?" said Jordan as he stopped at the door. "Stop, it's no big deal," said Candice. "I've already arranged everything. You've got to take some movement and dance lessons. Body language will be huge tonight, and she'll work out your routine." "Hi Candice," said a woman named Ruth, as they kissed on each cheek. "Hello Jordan, and ignore my friend," said Ruth,wiggling her huge enhanced chest. "She's jealous because her boobs don't look this good." "I bet," said Jordan, hardly able to move his eyes off them. "So, I'll see you later Jordan," said Candice as she left. "Don't worry, she'll take care of you until I come back." Jordan almost shit a brick as Candice dashed out, leaving him there. "So dear, we'll start with some basic dance and I'll work on your movements." Ruth switched on the music. "Show me what you've got." Jordan showed off his horrible dance moves, and immediately Ruth paused the music. "Ok, dear," said Ruth. "We've got a lot of work to do." Ruth now broke down every one of his movements as he tried to follow. He walked with book after book on his head as he got better at balancing. She then worked on swaying his hips and the mechanics of his hand and wrist movements, as he slowly improved. "Boys are such slow learners," said Ruth, looking at her watch and tossing him some clothes. "Put these on quickly, and get back out here to dance." Jordan walked to her dressing room and opened the package. He knew it wasn't good, seeing the pink glittery leotard, white tights and white bra and panty set. He slipped out of his shorts and into the silky panties and then carefully pulled on the tights. He fumbled with the bra, getting it over his arms and struggled before he finally got it buckled in the back and slowly stretched himself into the leotard. "Ok, I guess," said Jordan as Ruth gave a smile as she pointed to some shoes. "Put those on and close the straps snuggly," said Ruth. "They really don't match,but they're the highest thing I have around here in your size." Jordan looked over nervously, seeing 5 inch leopard print pumps with an inch platform and a spiked heel. He slipped his feet into them, hopeful they wouldn't fit, but let out a small sigh as they fit well. Before he knew it, Ruth had him not only walking in them, but dancing and shaking pretty well. He was getting tired as they rehearsed over and over exactly what he would do, as he would be popping out of the cake, and practiced his lip sync, dance, and wiggle. "Damn, that was pretty sexy," said Candice, startling Jordan as she had been quietly watching. "It was," Ruth grinned. "You can go change honey. He's ready." "You need my help Jordan," said Candice. "No, she's fine," said Ruth. "Let her do it herself, or she'll never learn. But leave the bra on under the jersey Jordan. It'll feel better." Jordan changed alone now as Candice chatted with Ruth. She again took Jordan's purse, paying Ruth in hundred's as Jordan emerged back in his shorts and jersey. "You worked up a good sweat, I see." Candice tightened his left pigtail. "Wait, not those young lady," Ruth pointied at his shoes. "The pumps and the leotard are yours now honey. You paid for them, and I don't recycle sweaty clothes. You're used to the shoes now and I want you in them, practicing that sexy walk until you change into tonight's shoes. You've got to keep practicing that wiggle and walk. All this is just a state of mind and muscle memory." "Ok," said Jordan, changing back into his leopard print heels. "Aren't we the little tart now?" Candice teased him as they got in the car. "It's not funny," said Jordan. "I can't wait for this night to end." "Oh please! I bet you won't say that later, once you're back in bed with me and Jodi," Candice leaned over and stuck her tongue in his mouth. "I love little tarts, in case you were curious." "This stuff is all too crazy," said Jordan as they broke the kiss. "Ok, let's go get some fast food, and then get back to the salon," said Candice. They drove through McDonalds, just having some nuggets and sipping on shakes. They ate as they drove for a while, when the yellow light flashed on in her car. "Shit, it's been so busy, i almost forgot," said Candice as they stopped for gas and Candice got out to pump it. "I hate to ask Jordan, but I was rushing and I left my bag at the salon." "Here, use my card because it looks like I only have three dollars left in cash," said Jordan, handing her his credit card. "Wow, we burned through a lot of cash today." "Being a girl is expensive honey," Candice teased as she dipped the card in the slot and waited. "No kidding," said Jordan, sipping his shake. Candice swiped the card again as it was taking forever, and immediately got a denial this time. "You're over the limit, I think," said Candice. "I shouldn't be. Here," said Jordan as he gave her another. "Ah, no good," said Candice, as Jordan got out to see for himself. "Shit, my dad must have turned them off," said Jordan reaching in his purse and holding out the last three dollars. "Here, use cash. Holy shit, how far can we make it on three dollars?" "Crap, Let me think for a minute," Candice dialed her phone. "I'll have to call Jodi to bring us some money. Here, go throw out the garbage." "Sure," said Jordan, wiggling almost naturally as he walked towards the Gas Station store front, tossing out their McDonald's bags. He returned, sipping the straw on his shake as a big smile came over Candice's face. "Don't get in," said Candice, stopping him from sitting down. "Lean against the car right here for a minute and sip it." "Why, aren't we going to move out of the way until Jodi gets here?" said Jordan. "I got her voice mail. We're going to plan B," said Candice, now popping the hood. "Just keep sipping and twirl our pigtails." "I don't understand," said Jordan. "You will in a minute," said Candice, glancing up. "Just do it." Jordan shrugged his shoulders and slowly twirled his hair, before looking up seeing the attendant approaching. "You girls need any help," said a gas attendant coming over to them. "What seems to be the problem?." "It was making a noise. Can you take a look," said Candice, leaning over under the hood. "We're just not the kind of girls that know anything about cars." "No problem," said the attendant, staring at Candice's ass. "Jordan, what do you think? Take a look with our friend Ricky," Candice read the name tag on his jumpsuit. "Let me start it for you Ricky." Jordan was getting the idea now as he bent over, looking under the hood as Ricky was practically on top of him. They leaned back as Jordan just smiled at him this time, twirling his hair more quickly, as Ricky walked over to the driver's door and looked in, staring at the gauges and shook his head. "I think you just need gas," said Ricky, closing the hood. "Oh, I thought that might be it." Candice played the dumb girl part. "So we might need a little help with that though." Jordan turned around chuckling as Candice got back out of the car, trying to look sexy. Jordan looked up. He froze, seeing a familiar figure walking right towards them across the parking lot, as he realized it was his mother. He turned away, trying to not be noticed as he was pretty sure she didn't recognize him. "You are the best, Ricky," said Candice, giving him a quick hug as he began giving them free gas. He peeked over his shoulder now as he could see she was only maybe twenty feet away. As he did anything he could to avoid eye contact, he noticed her shaking her head, eyeing him up and down as her eyes were peeking out from under her sunglasses.. "Isn't he wonderful, Jordan?" said Candice. "Yes, he's a lifesaver," Jordan was panicking, fearing his mother heard his name as he immediately turned away, jumping into Ricky's arms and hugging him. Ricky was stunned as he lifted Jordan a touch off the ground, Jordan looked over Ricky's shoulder, seeing his mother get in her car. "Ok, got to run now," said Jordan, as he put her down and quickly jumped into the passenger seat. "Candice, we have to go. Step on it." "No, we're cool, relax. We're right on schedule. Don't mind her Ricky, she gets a little antsy when she's getting her hair done," Candice rolled down the passenger window as Ricky came over. "Thanks again Ricky. Here's my card and I've got your number so I can pay you back. Come in for a free haircut anytime or lunch or anything." "Thanks, I'd like that, but don't worry about the gas," said Ricky, leaning in and taking the card as Candice leaned all the way over, kissing his cheek. "But I'm looking forward to seeing you ladies again." "Us too," said Candice, nudging Jordan as he rolled his eyes at her. Jordan now leaned up, closing his eyes to kiss Ricky's cheek, but surprised to feel his lips on Ricky's! He opened his eyes, startled. "Whoah," said Ricky, as the kiss broke and he touched Jordan's face, looking into his eyes as he backed away. "Can't wait to see you soon." Jordan jammed his index figure down on the electric window rolling it up as he watched Ricky wave goodbye as Candice was laughing hysterically as they began to drive away. "It's not fucking funny," screamed Jordan, touching his lips in disgust. "I told you we had to get a move on and you just kept flirting." "Oh, stop. It's harmless, and the guy did help us big time," said Candice. "But I didn't make you jump into his arms! That was all you, and I guess you learned the hard way about kissing cheeks." "It was gross, and that wasn't what I was panicking about," said Jordan. "That was my mother that walked right past me when I jumped into his arms. I was just hiding so she wouldn't see me. It was a reaction." "Are you shitting me," said Candice. "So she didn't recognize you then?" "No, thank goodness," said Jordan. "I'm hoping my father will just not tell her anything. Usually he reacts and then gets over stuff in a few days. When he calms down and all this shit is over, I'll try and explain everything to him again." "Damn, we really are good," teased Candice. "Wait until I tell Jodi your own mother didn't recognize you. She'll be pumped." They drove to the salon and parked the car and got out. As they walked towards the door, Jodi greeted them. "Sorry, I just got the message," said Jodi. "You guys made it here then?" "Yes, thanks to a little girl power," said Candice, flicking her hips. "And of course thank goodness for cute boys being gas attendants." "I see that," Jodi teased as she wiped a little grease from Jordan's neck. "I see we've undergone quite an interesting little transformation from our Farrah look. Haven't we?" "That was Candice," whined Jordan. "She dressed me." "Well, Candice does tend to be little less conservative than I am," said Jodi, smiling as she looked at Candice as she circled Jordan. "What happened Candice? Didn't have time to add the tramp stamp today?" "Shut up bitch," teased Candice as they cracked up laughing. "I had no time, and had to improvise with anything I could. I think it turned out just fine." "Sit down for five minutes Jordan, while I get everything ready," Jodi handed him a car magazine. "Here read this, it will relax you." "Cool, thanks," said Jordan, happy to read about cars. Jordan sat for about ten minutes reading and relaxing a bit until Jodi returned. "We're ready for you, Jordan," Jodi interrupted his reading. "I love doing makeovers." "And obviously you seem to enjoy getting them Jordan," said his mother, walking next to Jodi and startling them. "Mom?" yelped Jordan.. "What are you doing here?" "Give us a minute honey, ok?" said his mother. "Of course," said Jodi, scampering away. "Mom, I can explain," said Jordan, he stood up as she put her finger on his lips, shushing him. "I got the address from the nice young man at the gas station. I'm sure you remember him?" said his mother, handing him his credit card. "In your haste, you left it sitting in the slot on the gas pumps, and you're lucky I pulled up next and found it." "Oh, thanks but it's worthless anyway," said Jordan. "I think Dad turned it off." "Oh yes and more. Your father is very upset and stunned," said his mother. "He been spending all his time screaming, cursing, and cutting you off. I'm not sure if you've tried to go to your place, but don't bother. They are changing the locks right now as we speak." "That's just great! He's so damn impulsive!" whined Jordan. "He never listens." "Like father like son, or should I say daughter now!" said his mother sarcastically. "Except your father doesn't run around dressed like some little hussy. Why didn't you come to me, and we could have talked about this! Did I have to find out about you like this?" "Mrs. Morris, I'm Candice, Jordan's friend, and I'm one of the beauticians here at the salon," Candice interrupted, to try and help Jordan as she reached out her hand. "Why don't you come with Jordan to the back where you too will have a little more privacy? We can start his hair and you two can chat. We're kind of on a tight schedule." "Is he?" said his mother. "Fine, let's do that." Jordan followed Candice as they sat him in a chair and wrapped a cape around him. "Would you like coffee or a soft drink?" asked Candice. "No thank you,dear," said Mrs. Morris. "I just want to get to the bottom of all this with Jordan." "Mame, please allow me to speak for a moment," said Candice as her assistant switched on the water and pushed his head back into the salon sink. "I just want you to know that Jordan is no little hussy. After your husband finally posted bail, I took him to our place and he slept there. I had nothing in his size for him to wear, so all I could do is squeeze him into these little shorts and an old football jersey. The pigtails were out of necessity as he had so much hairspray in his hair from last night, there wasn't much you could do with it before getting it washed out, and honestly we just didn't have the time. I know when you look at him now it sounds crazy, but he's normally very conservative." "Oh, that makes me feel so much better Candice," said his mother,calming down a touch. "You know I've always thought he might not be into girls, because he really never brought any home, but I didn't expect him to want to be one." "Well, I know it must be a shock seeing him like this, but he is quite pretty and natural," said Candice taking out her phone. "Here look at him last night, and you'll certainly see he is dressed appropriately." His mother looked at a few photos of Jordan in the red dress and was quite surprised. "You're right Candice," said Mrs. Morris, tearing up. "Very classy. The dress, the hair. He's quite striking." "What's wrong?" said Candice, putting her arm around his mother. "It's ok. You've a wonderful child. Don't worry." "Thank you dear," said his mother, taking a deep breath. "He just looks like me when I was his age. I used to have my hair like that in the seventies." "Tell you what Mrs. Morris," said Candice. "Why don't you let me do your hair while Jordan gets his done. We can chat a bit and I think you'll feel better." "What a wonderful friend Jordan has in you," said his mother, hugging Candice as she sat down. Jordan looked over curiously as she was now having her hair washed out in the sink next to his. He couldn't hear much with all the running water, but he saw Candice giving Jodi an earful out of the corner of his eye. Finally they switched it off and sat him up, wrapping a towel around his head as he was lead over to Jodi's chair. She took her comb, stroking through it as she lifted and turned and seemed to be trying to figure out what to do as he watched her expression in the mirror. "What the matter?" said Candice as she was putting his mother in the chair next to him. "I just don't think it'll look too great or even hold that well," said Jodi, making a face as she rolled the back under. "I mean, I guess I could pin the crap out of it, but I've still got to do pin curls and get the shape just right. I hate doing things half ass." "No, do it right dear," said Jordan's mother, getting up and coming over. "I saw what you did on him last night and you're very talented." "Really, thank you so much Mrs. Morris," said Jodi, flattered. "What's the problem though?" said Mrs. Morris. "What are you going for here?" "Well, he's going to a party tonight as Marilyn Monroe," said Candice as Jordan sulked, hearing her tell his mother this. "He looks amazing in his dress and Jodi and I are perfectionists, so we're just tossing around the 'do." Oh my, Jordan! Farrah, the Daisy duke thing, and now Marilyn. Who knew?" said his mother cracking up. "Boy am I glad to be here to see this! You father would have a stroke if he was here!" "Thank goodness he's not," Jordan replied. "Mom, please understand it's just something I have to do. I'm committed to it." "Well if you are committed, than do it right dear," said his mother. "You sure," said Jodi, looking at it gathered in a ponytail in her hands. "My husband is very conservative, but I've always been very liberal," said Mrs. Morris. "I'm looking at how beautiful he is, even with a wet mop on his head. I can hardly believe it. If my son wants to be a cross dresser,I'm going to support him. Go ahead dear." "Good, because I'm even more motivated now! Let's do it right Jordan," said Jodi as she took some large scissors from her pouch. "I really can't work any other way." Jordan couldn't see her working behind him, but heard the snipping. "You didn't," Screeched Jordan as he almost shit his pants as he watched Jodi place a huge clump of hair on her vanity. "Sorry honey. I had to," said Jodi, running her fingers through the back. "I wanted to pin it under or somehow clip it, but it would have been a disaster." "But you said you loved my hair long," whined Jordan. "I didn't want to cut it." "Stop this whining Jordan. I hated that long hair on you anyway," said his mother, scolding him. "Now you wanted to be Marilyn tonight, so let Jodi do her job. Act like a woman since you've decided to be one. If you wanted to stay a little girl, you should have told us and you could have kept your pigtails." "Oh, I like you Mrs. Morris," said Candice as she began working on her hair. "You've got some fire in you. So how would you like your hair? You just want a blow out or maybe a set? What's on your mind?" "You know what, Candice. Let's go dramatic!" said Mrs. Morris. "I've pissed off my son now, so why not my miserable husband. He hates when I cut my hair, so that's exactly what I'm going to do. Go ahead and get creative dear." "I live for stuff like this, Mrs. Morris," said Candice as they were both led over to the sink again. "Mom, you sure about that?" said Jordan, pleading with her as Jodi was scrubbing at his head. "Dad's mad enough at me." His mother just turned her head smiling as she relaxed as Candice shampooed her scalp. He sat there quietly as a young woman began working on scrubbing his face, forcing his eyes closed and then he felt another girl sectioning his hair as he felt a solution being added to his head. Finally, he heard the water running next to him and heard Candice speaking, as she must have been rinsing his mother's hair. "See you in a bit honey," said his mother as he looked up, seeing her wrapped in a towel, and she gave him a little tap on his wrist as she walked away with Candice. "How you doing,Jordan?" said Jodi coming over. "Don't worry, we'll make your mother look fantastic. With a woman that beautiful, it won't be too tough." "I was more worried about me, not her, to be honest," said Jordan. "This whole thing is scary." "Stop, sweetie! It's easy to see where you get your looks from. No reason to be nervous, even though this process I'm performing on you makes your hair more fragile, but being blonde already, we went with a cream oil bleach because we put it on your scalp, so it won't be too bad," said Jodi working on his hair but trying to sooth him. "Now that everything is nice and saturated, root to end, I'm just making sure there's no dry spots and looks really wet. Try not to be fidgety while I do this same procedure all around your entire head, section by section, so it can receive the warmth from your scalp. I'll set the timer, and if the hair is light enough once we wash it, we can go right in with a toner." "Wonderful," said Jordan. "I wasn't talking about that, but now I've got a new thing to worry about." "Stop," Jodi kissed his forehead. "Before you know it,you'll be a star." Jodi tried to relax as he looked up, seeing Candice appear holding a small green plastic sheet. As she turned it, he noticed it having a distinct thin, lined opening as she pressed it onto his forehead. She rubbed above his eyelid, firmly holding it against his brow until she lifted it and flipped it over as he realized it was some form of stencil. She positioned it on the other side of his face now, again applying pressure and then placing it on a table next to him. He looked up, seeing some tweezers in her hand as she closed his lids and he immediately felt a pinching sensation as she began plucking at the corners above each eye. He felt her rubbing something sticky and felt the distinct rip on each side, before seeing the tweezers at work again. "Looking good, Miss Monroe," teased Candice as she worked before he heard the timer. "Jodi, you're up, over here." "We're ready to go with a toner now," said Jodi as again his head was being saturated. "We're going to let this one process for just a short period, and I'll be right back." Jodi walked away for what seemed to be only five or ten minutes, before she returned and checked sections of his head. She put her gloves back on and again switched on the water as she thoroughly washed his hair. "That brassiness is gone," said Jodi, wrapping his head in a towel as she slipped off her gloves. "What does that mean?" Jordan asked her as he followed her back to her hair dresser's chair. "Nice and white," said Jodi, as she placed a cape around his neck and unwrapped the towel. "I know you were lightening my hair, but white like a little old lady," whined Jordan. "Are you kidding me?" "No silly! The gold in your hair is gone, but of course I'm not making you look like you're in your golden years," said Jodi, unwrapping his towel and kissing his forehead. "I do platinum blonde all the time on young girls every day. Obviously, it'll be an old fashioned look, but it's going to work on you. Trust me." Jordan stared at his wet platinum locks in the mirror,as Jodi was behind him combing through his hair. It was nauseating as he could hear the scissors snipping behind his neck and feel the cold blades against the top of his shoulders as she worked. When she came in front of him now, he looked over,seeing his former golden ponytail sitting on her vanity as she worked from side to side snipping at his head. It wasn't long now before she stepped out of from in front of his face and he could see his wet platinum hair hanging in its new short cut around his face. She took her hair dryer now, blowing away all the platinum snips from his cape and then created a very deep part on the left side. Again she made some adjustments as he could clearly see his new layered, shoulder length cut, which had shorter layers at the front and longer layers at the back. "You ready for me?" said Candice as she came over, running her fingers through his hair from behind as she checked the cut. "Yeah, everything is here on the cart," said Jodi. "See you in a bit, Jordan. Candice is the best at this, so you're in good hands." "She's more of an iron girl, so I usually do the sets, like this," teased Candice as she took over. "Remember, we decided to stay vintage since we're going for as authentic a look as we can, since we promised the chief. I'm taking no chances here, so we can get you out of this mess." "Whatever ...," Jordan was resigned to it, as Candice began sectioning his hair in the front. "The hair I've been growing for years is destroyed and gone." "Oh please. We should all be able to have fun as a 50's screen siren," said Candice, twisting his hair. "I'm jealous." "Ok, teach me this again," Jodi returned. "I never get to do stuff like this." "Yup, I will. It's fun and I love when we can do these," said Candice. "Ok, just remember we are going to do elevated or standup pin curls on top, and flat pin curls in the back and sides. You always have to know your pattern, as we'll do clockwise pin curls on the left, and counterclockwise on the right in the front, and then the exact opposite in the back of the head after you create a middle part down the back of the head. I like to start with the top, along crown, because this is the most important and trickiest to get right. Take like a 1 inch section and then wrap it around two fingers and then you just insert the double prong flat clips, making sure you have the curl formed perfectly and the ends are not hanging out. Then stand it up, holding the stem upward off the head, and then pin it again with a bobbie, so the curls that stem upward and back are elevated." Candice carefully created a small section, dipped her fingers into some form of gel, coated the section, and expertly formed the pin curls. She followed her patterns precisely and before he knew it, Jordan had rows of standup pin curls behind his temple. As she moved to the sides, he could see the rows being turned different directions and looking flat against his scalp as they formed his vintage style. At the back of his head, Candice worked on one side as Jodi was being trained on the other, and finally they were finished. "Normally, I'd love for him to sleep in these and have them dry overnight, but obviously that's not an option here," said Candice, stretching a hairnet over his head. "Time to bake these in honey." They led Jordan to a bonnet dryer against the wall, and he was seated three dyers down from his mother. She smiled seeing him and gave a little wave. As he sat there feeling the heat baking on his head, a nail technician pulled up a seat and began working on his left hand. He held a gossip magazine with one hand, reading to keep his mind busy for as long as he could, until he looked down seeing his hand being placed under a dryer and knowing they would work on the other now. "Forty five minutes should be perfect," said Candice, lifting the dryer and touching his head while his other hand was baking now. "Let's give it ten more minutes to be safe," said Jodi, pushing the dryer back down. After ten more minutes, Jodi returned and lifted the dryer as Jordan followed her to his chair. She again wrapped her cape around him and without hesitation began working on his face. "Ok, time to make you glow, honey," said Jodi, wheeling over a huge MAC makeup counter on wheels and spinning him away from the mirror. "Marilyn always had a flawless look, so that's what we'll we doing here." His eyes grew wide as she began moisturizing his skin and then applying a base. "This should be interesting, Jodi," said his mother,as he heard her voice behind him. "It'll be no problem," said Jodi, working on his face. "I'm almost done with doing a film finish base, and I'm doing the lightest tone suitable for his skin. This MAC Studio Tech is wonderful, and then I'll do a Dermablend Cover cr?me concealer on any imperfections, and finish with a little translucent powder." "He does look pretty flawless, and certainly a few shades lighter in his skin tone," said his mother. "You did an amazing job on the brows, too. Who knew you could shape what he had before into this?." "That was Candice. She found a brow stencil that looked perfect," Jodi worked with a brow pencil. "All I'm going to do now is just accentuate them a bit, and actually darken them a little." "So pretty," said Mrs. Morris, as Jodi glued on some false lashes. "You ladies are so talented." "Thank you so much Mrs. Morris," Jodi was flattered as she worked on his lids. "I studied Whitney Snyder's book, who did Marilyn's makeup, so I look forward to things like this. Whitey always lined the inside of Marilyn's eye with a white kohl pencil, which is a trick still used by movie and stage makeup artists to make the eye appear larger and more open. I like to continue the line of white from the corner of the eye for about ? inch, angling mildly upwards and then do the darker liner. Contrary to popular belief, Marilyn's eyeliner was rarely black. Most often, it was brown or dark brown. I do a very narrow line right at the lashline top and bottom, and just make sure the two lines don't meet, so your white line doesn't disappear. If it does, the eyes look smaller and it ruins the entire effect." "That's so interesting Jodi," said his mother as Jodi was brushing on mascara now. "I know I learned so many tricks from Whitney Snyder," Jodi talked as she worked. "Most people never knew that above the thin line of brown on the upper lid, that Marilyn always had an even thinner line of gold liner, like I'm adding now. It's so important to make sure to make the thinnest of lines, or it will look obvious and tacky, instead of glamorous. Plus, most people would never notice the little red dot either. With my lip pencil, I'm adding the smallest red dot, which is placed in the inside corner of the eye to make the eye look brighter. It's amazing what these little tips can yield." "I'm learning so much," said Mrs. Morris, flicking her wrist and joking. "If I knew making over my son could be so much fun, I would have done it years ago. Plus, you're wonderful to chat with Jodi." "Thank you again. I usually don't have anyone to talk to when I'm doing things like this," said Jodi,working on Jordan's eye shadow now. "You know, Marilyn's eyeshadow was very subtle. I'm just doing some light brown shadow to the crease of the eyelid, and to the outer area below brow, a shiny off- white to the center of the lid, at brow bone, above the brow, and in the corner of the eye. Obviously, the big focus here will be on the lips, but not before we do some contouring to accentuate his cheekbones, jawline, and make his nose seem more narrow. I like to use this silky bronzing powder, and then I'll apply a shimmer highlight on top of each cheekbone in a line all the way to the corner of the eye, on top of the chin, on the t-zone, and on the forehead." "Are we almost done?" said Jordan, tired of all the chatter. "Almost done with the face, but you can't rush beauty, sweetie," Jodi teased. "Lips are the most fun to do, and we've got to make yours last and not smudge. I'll start lining with my bright red pencil, then use a darker red on the outer edges. I use a lighter red long lasting lip stain in the center of the mouth to make the lips look more voluptuous. Once this really sets, we'll come back later and gloss them up big time." Jodi now did a final dusting of translucent powder to set all the makeup as Jordan sat patiently. She then returned again, double coating black mascara to both his real and fake lashes as his mother stood in front of him now smiling, as she was amazed at the result. "Mom, wow," screamed Jordan seeing her now. "Are you trying to give dad a heart attack!" "Me?" said his mother, touching her new do and smiling. "If he survived seeing you in a red dress, he'll adjust. So you like it?" Jordan was stunned seeing his mother's long locks had been dramatically cut into an edgy fringed bob in an auburn color. "You look like ten years younger," said Jordan. "Good answer for a dingy blonde," Candice appeared now as she removed his hair net and spun him back towards the mirror. He was trying to get a look at himself as she was blocking his vision as she now began slowly removing the pins and clips from his head, as he finally knew it was almost time now. It didn't take her long as he saw all the clips fill her cart and felt his hair springing back, realizing the curls were well set. "Holy crap," whined Jordan, getting a glimpse as Jodi now switched with Candice. "I look like a poodle with red lips." "Patience," said Jodi, as she got back to work, first on the parted side of his hair gently, brushing it. "She shouldn't have even given you a glimpse until you were ready." "Sorry," said Candice, rolling her eyes and tapping her watch. "I didn't think he'd be this sensitive, but we do have to pick up the pace a bit. Now just be quiet and sit there Jordan! It's called old school glamour." Jodi continued brushing out the tightness of the curls now, creating distinct waves as she brushed and sprayed carefully as she worked. She dug her fingers right into the roots over and over at his crown and temple as she intensified her spraying, and then lightly hit it with her dryer and then sprayed again. When she placed it down, she lifted his chin and worked on his lips again as he slid them back and forth cautiously, before she drew in a small beauty mark. Again she lifted and sprayed his hair, tugging it upward at his forehead as she didn't skimp on her quest for perfection as she worked. "Last time," said Jodi. "Close your eyes, stand up, and lean your head forward for me. It's time for the heavy finish spray." He leaned his head forward and it hung down as the non-stop stickiness of hairspray coated his hair and neck as it hung towards the floor. "Keep looking at the floor while we walk, until it sets for a moment," said Jodi as they walked holding his arms. When they lifted his head, he found himself in the dressing room. Candice was helping him off with his clothes as he stood there in the nude. She wrapped a strapless open v-cut bustier around his waist, and fastened the back. Up his legs, she slid a white silk gaff, and as Candice tucked him away and pushed up his testicles, it held him firmly. They then had him step into a larger white silk panty and pulled it into place, before slipping on his shoes. He steadied himself in his new heels as Candice lowered his dress and he stepped into it, watching it creep up his body, feeling every sensation as the snaps of the halter top were carefully secured behind his neck. "How do you feel, Jordan?" asked Candice, heavily spritzing on the perfume now. "Sick to my stomach," said Jordan, shaking now as Jodi was putting on his earrings. "You shouldn't be," said Jodi, again lifting and spraying at the temple of his head. "You look amazing." Candice took his hand and led him back outside, as his mother burst into tears seeing him. Immediately she hugged him, as he then turned, seeing his entire reflection. It was hard to imagine that his scruffy beard was replaced by a flawless complexion and huge glossy red lips, with big flirty lashes. His scruffy golden ponytail now sat atop Jodi's vanity, as his hair sat in platinum precision waves and short soft curls, barely moving as he shook his head. Amazingly, the white halter dress had been perfectly fitted to his fake boobs and slim body, and walking in the simple open criss-cross straps of the 4 inch sandal type pumps was a breeze next to the spikey heels he was in earlier. "Gawk at yourself later, honey," said Candice, pulling at him now. "We've got to get you out of here." "Have fun honey," said his mother. "Sure I can't come tonight. I can hardly believe how you turned out." "Sorry, mom. Some other time," said Jordan nervously. "Ok, just smile for me then, dear," she said as she snapped some pictures of him. "That's one pretty mother/daughter combo right?" whispered Candice to Jodi. "Crazy right?" said Jodi. "You did a great job on his mother too. Look at her, she's a smoking mom." "I know," said Candice. "The new do goes so well with that suit she's got on, right? She's so chic." "I know." "But look at her Candice. It's hard to look bad decked out in Chanel. I mean her pocketbook is worth more than my car." "Ok ladies. We have to move now! Now just do this right and it'll all be over soon," said Candice, holding him by the arm. "You're Marilyn now. Jordan is not here! You are a sexy little vixen. A blonde bombshell. Act like it and remember that voice we practiced. Use it! Use a little attitude and act sexy!"! "Ok, ok," said Jordan, taking a deep breath. "And don't forget blondes have more fun!" teased Candice as she dragged him outside and handed him a purse "Now enjoy, and we'll see you later for some late night fun!" At the curb waiting for him, he saw an unmarked police car and the officer held open his door and he got in. It was a quiet ten minute ride before the car pulled up to a dimly lit alley near a single metal door. "This way, Miss Monroe," said the driver, as he opened the door and helped him out. Jordan followed the man directly through the back door of an old brick building and down a dark hall, until they came to a door with a large yellow star on it. The gentlemen opened the door and Jordan found himself alone in a small dressing room with a large vanity, sofa and lovely sitting area. "Five minutes Miss Monroe," said the gentlemen as he closed the door. Jordan realized he had almost no time to even think, as suddenly the door swung open and Ruth appeared, carrying a large garment bag and a few smaller shopping bags. "Good thing we rehearsed so well," said Ruth. "I've been on the phone with Officer O'Brien and Candice like five times now, and we've just made some adjustments." "I didn't even know you were coming here?" said Jordan. "I wasn't, but Candice thought you could use a coach behind the scenes, and now with the sets being broken up, you'll need some help," said Ruth. "Now turn and let me unzip you." "Unzip me?" Jordan was surprised. "Why? They just dressed me in this?" "Well, we found out just a few hours ago what the Chief really loves, with all the strippers and planned activities at this party, so they divided your part into two acts," said Ruth, unzipping the back of his dress. "It's a good thing you tried on all these costumes today, so I was able to stop back there and pick up this other one." "I'm changing already," said Jordan. "I just bought this one." "Don't worry, you'll need it in the second act, but when you pop out of the cake and do your first number,you'll be in this. It's from Gentlemen prefer blondes," said Ruth, as he saw the familiar bright pink gown. "Now be quick about this, we have like two minutes here." Jordan was stunned as he found himself being zipped into the long, fuchsia pink gown. Quickly, Ruth slid on the matching long gloves up each arm, tugging them tightly as they ended mid-bicep, before wrapping a huge costume diamond necklace around his neck. "It's time, Miss Monroe," said the gentlemen, knocking and opening the door as Ruth was changing his left earring to a large chandelier style. "Just one last second," said Ruth, as she changed his other earring. "Don't forget anything we worked on. Do the sexy pop out, the dance, and then the Diamonds number. Got it." "I guess," said Jordan, staring at himself in the tight, off the shoulder pink gown, with his arms encased in matching gloves, his body accessorized in oversized flashy jewels, and a huge oversized bow across his lower back. "Knock em dead Marilyn," said Ruth, giving him a quick hug. "You look so glamorous!" "Ladies, please," said the gentlemen, looking at his watch. "The chief is a stickler for timeliness." Jordan was shaking as he wiggled, walking in the tight dress, as followed the gentlemen down the hall, noticing the top of the large cake being opened as he approached it. He took a deep breath and climbed the makeshift steps as the gentlemen held his hand and then lowered him in. He carefully seated himself on a little stool positioned inside the cake, and quickly the top was closed, leaving him in total darkness, with the exception of a small hole in the center of the top letting through an ounce of light. Before he could even get comfortable, the cake started moving as he felt it being wheeled down the hall as he quickly heard applause as it came to a stop. "VAVAVA VOOM!... VAVAVA VOOM! VAVAVA VOOM. VOOM VOOM!... VAVAVA VOOM! VAVAVA VOOM! VAVAVA VOOM! VOOM! VOOM !" blasted the burlesque style music over the speakers as he felt his insides tingling. He now heard the guys in the room screaming and yelling, and he knew it was time as the music repeated again. He took a deep breath, knowing he had to get all this behind him as he slowly reached his hand upward, gently piercing the paper skin at the top of the cake with his gloved hand through the tiny opening. The roar of the men was mind boggling now as he tried to gracefully bend his wrist and flex his fingers before he poked out his other arm. He allowed his arms to wiggle and wave for a moment as he had practiced earlier, attempting to give a sexy tease to the crowd,before he finally stood up ever so slowly and gracefully popped his head from the cake. He looked up, seeing about thirty men in uniform now as they got to their feet cheering as he gave a nervous smile. As he wiggled his ass to the top of the cake, the music now intensified and he knew his routine. Two club workers came on either side of him and lifted him by each arm out of the cake and gently placed him on the floor, as he could see the Chief smiling as he stared at him. He exaggerated his hips as he wiggled toward the men, seductively waving and blowing kisses as he had been taught earlier by Ruth. "Nice to see ya Big Fella," said Jordan, in his sexiest voice as he stood in front of him fluffing the back of his hair and placing his hand on his hip as he looked the chief up and down. "Oh, it's damn nice to see you Marilyn," said the Chief, practically drooling as he looked at Jordan. "This one's for you Chief. Hit it Boys," yelled Jordan, as he winked at the Chief and the spot light came over him now." "Now we're talking, fellas," Yelled the Chief, all pumped up as the act started. "A kiss on the hand may be quite continental," lip synced Jordan as the Chief obliged, kissing his gloved hand. "But diamonds are a girl's best friend A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental...." Jordan was lip syncing and prancing around in as sexy a style as he could now, as the guys were going crazy yelling and whistling as he did his best Marilyn impersonation. He tried to remember everything he had rehearsed earlier, not realizing it wasn't too tough as the tight dress mostly forced his wiggle until finally he felt some relief, knowing the song was almost over and he gave it his all. "Men grow cold as girls grow old and we all lose our charms in the end, but square-cut or pear-shaped," Lip synced Jordan as he slowed it down now. "These rocks don't lose their shape Diamonds are a girl's best friend!"!!! He held open his arms as he pretended to belt out the end, as the chief and everyone stood up, applauding. The Chief was so enthused, he came over and lifted Jordan from his feet, leaning him back and before he knew it, he was feeling the Chief's lips on his. He had no idea how to react as this huge bear of a man was holding him helplessly, and before he knew it, he could feel his tongue swishing inside of his mouth. He grabbed the Chief's forearm holding on for dear life, as he had no balance as he felt the Chief's other hand under his ass now, lifting him off the ground as he was being man handled by this huge officer. He was completely stunned as the kiss finally broke and he looked up, seeing the gloss from his lips all over the Chief's face, and looked out to see all of the officers laughing. "Go get ready for the next act, honey," said Officer O'Brien, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing, as he was barely able to speak as he pulled Jordan away from the Chief. Jordan was now brought through the open curtain and escorted backstage.. "Hey, what the hell Jimmy!" said the Chief,as he was annoyed as Jordan was whisked away. "Let me enjoy a little here ok?" "Chief, sorry," said Officer O'Brien, still laughing. "You weren't supposed to do that. That was just entertainment. That was the impersonator I was telling you about. We've got plenty of girls for you, so don't worry, but that was really a guy you just made out with!" They all shared a big laugh as Jordan was back in his dressing room, while the actual strippers surrounded the Chief. "Oh my," said Ruth, covering her mouth and chuckling as Jordan was a little dishevelled as he returned to the dressing room. "You ok, dear?" "I'm fine," said Jordan nastily as he sat down, seeing his smeared gloss in the mirror. "It's no big deal, dear," said Ruth. "Good thing Candice sent a little touch up. I'll fix you up. Ok?" Ruth opened his purse and took out his makeup bag. "Thanks," said Jordan, calming down. "I was prepared, but not for that!" "It's no big deal," said Ruth, cleaning around his mouth. "Obviously they used a long wear lip stick on you that won't kiss off, all we have to do is repair the gloss. Once I fix up your foundation and add a little powder, you'll be good as new. So can I assume from the looks of things here the Chief liked the show?" "I'd say so," said Jordan laughing a bit as he relaxed for a moment. "Hey! Sure ok," said Ruth, answering her cell and handing it to Jordan. "It's Candice." "Real quick," said Candice. "James called me and said it was amazing. Don't let down on the second act, and you'll be out of all this shit soon." "Oh please. I hope so," said Jordan. "You heard about everything." "Yup! I heard you're a good kisser. It's a good thing I send Ruth there," teased Candice. "See you later lover girl. Save some of the good stuff for me and Jodi." "Oh, I will," said Jordan smiling. "Bye." Fantasizing about his night later with the girls, Jordan sat patiently as Ruth repaired his makeup. "Five minutes, Miss Monroe," There was a knock on the door, as he stood up and Ruth now unzipped him. She slid off his gloves, removed his big necklace, and then changed him to simpler earrings as he again stepped into the white halter classic dress. A few final touch ups and then the final knock came as he was more than ready to finish up his final act. "It was great meeting you today Jordan," said Ruth, hugging him. "Good luck in the last act,and I hope to see you some other time." "Thanks. You're leaving?" said Jordan. "Yes, my job is done," said Ruth, grabbing her purse and the pink dress. "Candice asked me to take this one for her and don't forget your purse is here for you when you leave." "Thanks again," said Jordan as he followed the gentlemen down the hall as she left. He waited behind a curtain as he watched some strippers surround the Chief and quite a few of the guys, as the music finally ended. A drum roll sounded as he watched the curtain open in front of him. He was handed a fancy birthday party type present as he carried it out towards the cat calls from the group. The sexy dance type music filled the air now as he did his best to smile, blow kisses, and flirt with the crowd until he turned,smiling at the Chief who was oddly smirking at him now. Suddenly he knew the familiar sound of the music as they placed a free standing microphone in front of him and he knew what he had to do. "Happy birthday to you." Softly and slowly sang Jordan, attempting his sexiest Marilyn voice. "Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday Mr. Chief. Happy Birthday to you." When he finished, he approached the Chief nervously as he handed him the gift and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He carefully backed away after the little peck, happy that the Chief made no attempt to grab him or extend this simple smooch this time. He stood there, unsure of what else to do as he walked over to the center of the spot light, seeing an officer guiding him there. He stood there, doing nothing but blowing kisses as the cat calls started up again and suddenly he was startled, looking down at his dress flying up. "What the?" whispered Jordan to himself, feeling the cold air blowing up his skirt. The guys started hollering and whistling even louder now as Jordan was tremendously embarrassed, holding down his dress as air was being forced from the floor below. Instantly he remembered this classic Marilyn moment as he struggled to hold down his dress blowing with the forced air, as the crowd applauded as he was turning red with embarrassment, seeing nothing but flashbulbs popping as he tried to hold it down. After what seemed like an eternity, the air and the spotlight were turned off, and he was lead backstage and back to his dressing room. He took a deep breath, relaxing for a moment as his performance were over. He sipped some water from a glass on his vanity, staring the platinum blonde pin up girl in the mirror and hoping he was all finished as he heard a knock at his door. "Come in," said Jordan. "So, that was quite a performance," said the chief, as he entered and reached out his hand as they shook. "Thank you sir," said Jordan, as the chief dropped the little gift box on the vanity as Jordan stood there nervously. "So, I see you have had some major issues and I'm told that you volunteered to provide some entertainment this evening in exchange for some leniency," said the Chief, taking the documents from the gift box and reading them as he leaned back against the vanity counter. "Is that correct Marilyn, or should I call you Jordan?" "Yes sir," said Jordan. "Anything you'd like sir." "No, that's the right attitude and I'll stick with Marilyn then," said the Chief. "It will be easier for me to give her leniency and when we're done here, you can go back to being Jordan, and I'll have my memories with Marilyn. How about we get rid of this prostitution charge first then." "Of course Chief," said Jordan, getting excited. "Good, then you drop for me Marilyn, and I'll drop this for you," said the Chief, locking the door. The chief now took a pillow from the sofa and tossed it on the floor in front of him. Jordan stared at him, confused, as the Chief just smiled without saying a word. "Chief, I ahhh?" "Sorry, honey. No worries, it's just us in here. I know you got in trouble for this before, but not tonight," said the Chief, pointing at the pillow. "Drop to your knees and take care of business for me, and I'll take care of business for you, Marilyn!." Jordan was absolutely trembling as he kneeled down on the pillow in front of the Chief. He looked up seeing the huge grin on the Chief's face as he placed his hands on Jordan's shoulder,massaging them and pulling him closer. He lifted one of Jordan's arms and softly placed it at his crotch area as Jordan knew what he had to do. "Get to work, Marilyn," said the Chief,squeezing his shoulder. "I'm a busy man." Jordan's hand was extremely shaky as he undid the Chief's belt buckle and opened his button. He closed his eyes as he tugged at his zipper, trying not to panic as he knew the sound of his pants sliding down his legs. He opened his eyes, seeing the bulge under the Chief's plaid boxers as he took both hands and slid them down his legs. He tried to avoid eye contact with the one eyed monster as he gently kissed the Chief's pubic area with his eyes closed, trying to get the guts to open his mouth. "Damn, you're a fucking tease Marilyn," said the Chief, becoming extremely horny. "Let's go girl." The Chief now pushed at the back of Jordan's head, forcing him against his balls, which were now in his mouth. He raised his hand, having trouble breathing as he was almost throwing up from their sweaty,hairy feel as the Chief let up on his grip now. "Sorry, I know you girls get testy about ruining the hair," said the Chief, as he was squeezing his neck holding him. "But no more teasing." He again pushed his face forward as he had no choice now but to engulf him. He did his best, bobbing back and forth as he tried to breathe through his nose, as each time he would pull back a little, the Chief's hand would force him forward. This was nothing like his quick forced experience in the car he thought to himself,as the Chief was in no rush for it to end as he was slowly but surely adjusting to what he had to do. After almost five minutes, he felt the Chief's body tense up and his position change a bit as he tried to pull off. "No breaks now, Marilyn," said the Chief, as he forced him back and it continued on again. It seemed to last for another five minutes as Jordan was getting exhausted, until he felt the Chief's body tense up again. This time the Chief held the back of his neck tightly as Jordan felt the rush of the Chief's jism filling his throat and he was gagging, but gulped it down as the Chief forced him to swallow. "Well, whatever money you asked for Marilyn," said the Chief, releasing his grip now. "You were worth it. Clean yourself up." The Chief tossed a few tissues from the vanity to Jordan as he wiped his face and caught his breath. He got up from the kneeling position and sat on the couch, breathing heavily as he looked over at the Chief who was reading more documents with his pants still around his ankles. "One down! One to go," said the Chief, ripping up some papers as Jordan's eyes widened. "One more sir?" questioned Jordan. "Just that little thing about bribery, Marilyn," said the Chief, rolling his finger at Jordan to come over. "It's time to get rid of that now, isn't it?" He slowly got up and walked towards the Chief as the Chief kicked off his shoes and slid his pants from around his ankles. He reached into the gift box again and pulled out a tube of KY as Jordan stopped dead in his tracks, knowing what that meant. The Chief now walked over to him, spinning him away from him towards the couch. From behind now, he felt the Chiefs hands under his dress, moving up his thighs until they squeezed his ass. A gentle series of kisses on the back of his neck sent a weird tingle down his spine as he felt the Chief's hands pulling at the waist band of his panties. "Don't move. This is sharp," whispered the Chief in his ear as he heard the shredding of his panties on the left and then on the right, before seeing him toss a knife on the couch. He was silent, trembling as he felt a cold slippery liquid being rubbed between his cheeks and then the initial positioning as the Chief adjusted himself at his tailbone. "Wider sweetie," whispered the Chief in his ear as he pushed his left leg outward with his as Jordan grabbed the back of the couch tightly now with both hands, bracing himself. "Diamonds are a girl's best friend, are they Marilyn?" whispered the Chief as Jordan tried to hold his scream, feeling the pain of the initial penetration. Slowly the Chief thrust back and forth at first as Jordan whimpered, feeling himself being stretched inside and tears were running down his face. It seemed to last forever as the Chief went fast and then slow and pushed in deeply as Jordan was being fucked. The Chief enjoyed every minute as he dug his teeth into Jordan's neck as he was thrusting faster and faster now until he practically broke him in half, holding him tightly as he exploded. "Now that was a night with Marilyn!" said the Chief, as he pulled out. Jordan could barely stand up straight as he turned, seeing the Chief redress himself as he leaned on the couch. He was in immense pain as he limped just to spin around. "She'll be out in a few minutes. We're all done discussing business here," said the Chief, talking briefly on his cell phone. "Yes, her friends can come in." He now ripped up the final documents and straightened his hair in the mirror. "Your friends are here to pick you up, but you won't need a ride," said the Chief as he opened the door. "I've got a car out back to take you to the impound yard when you're ready. Just have them follow you there because it not the safest place for someone like you to be at in the middle of the night. Hope to see you around sometime, Marilyn." The Chief now left the room as Jordan hobbled to the vanity. Jodi came in now, hugging him, as he was thrilled to see her. "All done honey," said Jodi, kissing him softly. "I'm so glad this will be behind you." "Me too!" said Jordan, almost sobbing. "Relax honey. Come on, I'll help you," said Jodi, taking his hand and leading him to a chair. "Let's clean you up so we can go get your car and get you home to my place." "Please, I'm exhausted," said Jordan, as Jodi opened her purse, taking some wipes out to clean him up. "Stand up, ok? I know that familiar limp," said Jodi, as she wiped the stickiness from his ass now and shoved a few tissues in the crack to control the constant drip. "The body adjusts. It's no big deal Jordan." She sat him back down now and put a fresh coat of gloss on his lips. She fluffed his hair with her fingers and sprayed it, as it had hardly moved, maintaining its wavy style and his makeup still looked pretty flawless. She searched through the small purs