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Chapter Twenty-eight - Mandy's Big Deal When we awoke, Mandy got out of bed to get ready for work. She told me to get dressed for work as well. I told her that I wasn't going to the office. Mandy smiled at me, as if I was a simpleton. "No, silly," she explained. "Work here. Go put on a uniform." I must have looked like I thought she was kidding, because she continued, "I'm serious Sissy. Get dressed. You're my maid all week, and I expect you to dress appropriately." "Uh, okay," I replied, stupefied at Mandy's insistence. I got out of bed and went to my room to get dressed. First, I took a shower, taking time to shave my legs and underarms. After drying off, I applied makeup and then went into my room to select my clothing for the day. I selected my black, traditional French maid uniform. Of course, using the word 'traditional' in describing an outfit as erotically charged as a French maid uniform, was a somewhat incongruous description. Once dressed, I went to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast for Mandy before she left for work. When Mandy joined me in the kitchen, she was dressed in a very nice, dark gray business suit. Even so, she looked very sexy. Some women, no matter how 'conservative' the outfit they wear, nonetheless ooze sex appeal. Mandy was such a woman. I poured her a fresh cup of coffee and handed her the Washington Post to read while she ate. Mandy had told me she usually ate oatmeal for breakfast, so that is what I served, along with a small bowl of fresh strawberries. She invited me to join her while she ate, so I fixed a setting for myself as well. "So," I asked, "what's on your agenda today?" She smiled at me and said, "I have one mission, and one mission alone today. And the day doesn't end until I accomplish the mission." Intrigued, I asked, "And what might that mission be?" "There is a local computer software designer that is about to be bought up by Microsoft. Once they are, they will constitute a huge branch of Microsoft here in Northern Virginia. The business model, as part of the sale, will be that the existing infrastructure of the local company will continue to operate, with no change in personnel or anything. The only difference is that they will be Microsoft. I want their accounting business. I've been making my pitch to the owner for a month. Today is decision day. We're meeting at his office this morning, and all day if need be, to work out the details. And like I said, I intend to land the contract. Then, when Microsoft takes over, I'll be in place. And being in place positions me for more of Microsoft's work." I sat across from Mandy, a newfound respect having just been established. Mandy was one sharp cookie. She was at least ten moves ahead of where she intended to be at the end of the day. "Wow!" I told her. "That sounds amazing Mandy!" "Yeah," she agreed. "It kinda is. Isn't it?" "I wish you luck." "Thanks," she replied. "Luck is part of the equation," she continued thoughtfully. "Always is to some degree. But I plan to reduce my need for luck today. The owner, Jim Glanville, will make the final call. And today is my day to make my pitch directly to him." "Sounds pretty intense," I observed. "What would you like for me to do today?" I asked. "Just general housecleaning would be about it. Clean sheets and towels. Clean the bathrooms. Scrub floors and vacuum carpeted areas. Do you mind?" Did I mind? Would I rather be at my own house, instead of here serving Mandy? "No. I don't mind," I told her. Mandy was finishing her coffee. She stood to head into battle with Jim Glanville. "Have a great day Sissy," she told me as she departed. I wished her luck as she left for her day. Once Mandy left me alone in her home, I went to work. I cleaned up the kitchen first, and that is when I noticed that Esteban and Manuel, her yard boys, were out back working in her garden. I sent Mandy a text message asking if she knew they were going to be there. I received a response letting me know that they came every Monday and asking me to prepare lunch for them on the patio. Great! I had to serve the help! But I told her I would, and added that to the list of things I needed to do. As I moved about doing my housework, it struck me that my mind was so focused upon the various tasks that I needed to complete, I didn't really have much time to dwell on the rest of my anxieties. I changed all of the bed linens by lunchtime, at which time I stopped to prepare lunch for Esteban and Manuel. They were just stopping for lunch when I opened the patio door to serve them. They looked at me shyly, as I went about serving them their meal. I recognized the lustful gleam in their eyes though, being a guy myself. I felt conflicted about their reaction to me. On the one hand, I was uncomfortable to see them so clearly want me. On the other, it excited me to know that I was appealing to them. I greeted them in my limited Spanish, "Buenas dias senors." "Buenas dias se?orita," they each replied pleasantly. I served them each their plate of food and they said, "Muchas gracias." "De nada," I replied, and then left them to eat, feeling them watch me as I swished back inside. I ate alone in the kitchen. I hadn't heard from Grace all day. I thought I might have at least gotten a text message. But nothing. A nervous shiver ran down my spine as it struck me that I would be married to her in five days. After lunch, I was cleaning the bathrooms, when my phone rang. I quickly rose from my knees on the bathroom floor and ran to catch it before it stopped, hoping it was Grace. But when I answered, it was Mandy. "Sissy?" she said. "How are things going hon?" I was disappointed that it wasn't Grace. "I'm fine. How about you? Have you closed your deal yet?" "Not quite. That's why I'm calling. I'm close though." "Really?!" I responded, hopeful for her. "Yeah. But he needs some coaxing. I'd like to have him over for dinner tonight. Think you can put something together for me?" she asked. Fuck! She wanted to bring a potential client home for dinner? And a man at that! Damn it! "I suppose that I could," I told her, despite my irritation. "What time?" "I'll be home by six," she said. "I need to change. I told Jim to stop by around seven." Mandy wasn't actually asking me. She'd already invited him! "Okay," I answered resignedly. "Dinner at eight?" "Perfect!" she exclaimed. "And Sissy?" "Yes ma'am?" "Are you still wearing your black uniform?" Of course I was! Why would I not be? "Yes ma'am." "Would you mind changing uniforms? I'd like you to wear the pink one tonight." The pink one?! The latex one?! That was so short! "Wh, why ma'am?" I asked. Mandy giggled. "I don't know. I just thought Jim might like it. Maybe it'll put him in a better mood to give me the contract." So Mandy wanted to use me as a sex tease to help her get a new client. Hmmm. I certainly didn't love the idea. But what was I going to do? I had pretty much agreed to be Mandy's maid as part of our deal for me staying with her. And this guy was coming over for dinner one way or another. So I might as well make the best of it. "Sure. I can do that," I assured her. But that's all!" I warned her as well. "Don't put me in any compromising situations Mandy." "Don't worry Sissy. I promise. Thanks a million! You're the best! See you soon." Mandy hung up, and I went to the kitchen to see what there was to make dinner with. I found New York strips in the freezer, so I pulled them out to thaw. There was a stalk of Brussel sprouts in the refrigerator. So, sprouts, steak, and baked potato. What man wouldn't like that meal? I quickly finished cleaning the bathroom. Then I went to change uniforms, which included taking a shower to refresh myself. By the time I showered, and then put on fresh makeup and got dressed in my pink latex maid's outfit, Mandy arrived home. She gave me a lustful examination, indicating her approval. Then, she asked me if I would mind assisting her, as she needed to hurry if she was going to be ready before Jim arrived. Again, I had no real choice in the matter. I had agreed to serve as Mandy's maid this week, my last week as a single man. That she was taking it more seriously than I expected that she would did not change that fact. Nearly forgotten by me during all of this was the complete lack of communication with me by Grace. I had no idea what she'd been doing during her last week of being single. Mandy was nonchalant about me helping her disrobe from her work clothes, right down to assisting her in removal of her pantyhose and underwear. I was acting very much like a handmaiden to her. There was almost nothing about my actions, or hers, that could be considered sexual, despite the fact that she was a woman, and that she knew me to be male. And yet, her beauty and sexual charisma were not lost on me. Mandy would close her business deal tonight. I drew a bath and helped her step in. She then beckoned me to kneel by her tub and handed me a sponge, so that I could bathe her while she leaned back, closed her eyes, and relaxed. Tension evaporated from her body as I washed her, all in a nearly non-sexual manner. When I helped her stand, she took the towel I was holding for her and dried off. She then asked me to select something for her to wear while she began applying her makeup. When I asked what she had in mind, she said, "Use your imagination Sissy. Something that a man would like. You should be able to figure that out," she said, but in a tone that almost hinted that I would only have a vague understanding of such a thing, rather than intimate knowledge. While Mandy began putting on her makeup, I went to her dressing room to find something suitable for her to wear for her evening. Something that would help her, 'close the deal,' so to speak. Hanging in her closet I found a dress, if you could call it that, made of the barest of material. The stretchy black fabric was designed to cling snugly to the skin, raising the question of what to wear - or whether to wear - anything beneath it. I considered what I was contemplating, wondering if this would be satisfactory to Mandy. She did ask me to pick something out for her. And it was in her closet. And she did want to secure this guy's business. Smiling wickedly, I picked up a pair of six-inch black 'fuck me' pumps, and went to her bedroom to select lingerie. I had half a mind to hand her the dress without underwear, but decided against that idea. Instead, I picked out a red, lace thong and a black, lace shelf bra. Mandy was finishing up her makeup as I approached with her attire for the evening. I was feeling very devilish about my selection, and looking forward to her reaction. Unfortunately, Mandy did not respond as I'd hoped. Instead, she took the dress, shoes, panties and bra from me and said, "Yes, Sissy. It seems you do know what it takes to please a man. This will do quite nicely for tonight." That wasn't the reaction I hoped for. Saying I would know what a man might like in this way. Mandy handed me the panties to hold for her while she stepped in them. She then held out her arms, indicating that she wanted me to fasten her bra. She then sat on her bed, dangling a foot for me to slide her heels on. Then, finally, she stood and allowed me to pull the dress over her head and down until it just barely covered her ass. "Hmmm," she considered her appearance in her mirror. "I may just land that contract tonight Sissy. Thanks to you. You do have a knack for dressing a woman to make her extremely fuckable. Grace is a lucky girl." 'Grace is a lucky girl?' I 'have a knack for dressing a woman to make her extremely fuckable?' What did Mandy mean by that? I wondered. Before I could ask, the doorbell rang. Jim must be here. Mandy lit up when she heard it. She was amped up for the evening. "Which of us should answer?" she asked me conspiratorially. "Should I tease him with my sexy maid before I let him get a load of me? Or should I leave you for a surprise after he gets in?" I blushed at her thinking I would even compare to her, especially considering how she was dressed. Any man would fall all over himself if he saw Mandy dressed as she was. "I think you should answer Sissy," she decided. "Tell him I'm still getting dressed. Offer him a drink and look after him until I make my entrance. Okay?" I was hoping not to have that much interaction with her guest. But I agreed. As I turned to go answer the door, Mandy cleared her throat, "Ah hem," she grunted. "Aren't you forgetting something Sissy?" she asked me, giving me a disapproving glance. Huh? Oh! Right! I dipped into a full curtsy. "Much better," she complimented me. "And don't forget to curtsy for Mr. Randolph," she added. "Yes ma'am," I smiled and curtsied. Although I was nervous, I knew that I could do this. I'd done it before and no one had been the wiser. Still, my tummy was full of butterflies, like right before going on stage to perform or something. I opened the door just as Jim Randolph was about to ring the bell again. When he saw me his eyes lit up. He obviously was not expecting to see a sexy French maid greet him at Mandy's front door. He smiled immediately and said, "Hello. I'm Jim Randolph. Here to see Mandy." "Of course Mr. Randolph," I dipped into a half curtsy. "Miss Stratton is expecting you. She isn't quite changed from work," I lied. "Oh! Well, that's quite alright," he replied. "And who are you? Such a pretty little thing!" I probably blushed. "I'm, er, ah, I'm Miss Stratton's maid. Won't you come in? I'll prepare a drink for you." Mr. Randolph entered the house and repeated his question that I thought I'd deftly avoided. "What does Miss Stratton call you?" he pressed. "My name is, ah, my name is Sissy," I finally choked the word out of my mouth. It was so difficult for me to use that word to describe myself, even if it was just a phony name Grace stumbled on one day. "Really?!" he exclaimed. "That certainly is fitting!" Fitting? What did he mean by that? I wondered. "I like it," he added. "Very sweet and feminine. And such a pretty thing!" he went on. If I didn't know better - and I didn't - I'd have thought he was flirting. He certainly was objectifying me. But I was the 'help,' so I let it pass. "What may I get you to drink Mr. Randolph?" I asked him. "I'll have a gin and tonic if you have one Sissy," he emphasized my name. Fuck! Did he know? Could he tell? I swear the way he said, "Sissy," made me think he knew I was a guy. "Yes sir," I replied. "Why don't you wait for Miss Stratton on the patio? I'll bring your drink. "Okay," he said. "Thanks Sissy." I curtsied and turned toward the kitchen. As I walked away from him, I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me. With the short skirt on this maid's dress, I suspected he could see the rows of lace on my panties. I began hoping for a quick appearance by Mandy, to divert his attention away from me. After preparing his gin and tonic, I placed it on a tray with a few bowls of peanuts and pretzels, and then walked toward the patio to serve him. Mr. Randolph was checking out the garden when I entered the patio. He turned at the sound of my heels on the tile. "Mr. Randolph," I said. "Your gin and tonic sir," I handed it to him. "Thank you Sissy. That looks delicious," he responded as he took the glass from my hands, allowing his fingers to graze mine as he did so. "May I get you anything else sir?" I asked. He laughed. "That depends." "Depends sir?" I replied, confused. "On what all you're willing to offer Sissy," he chuckled. "I mean, I wouldn't mind a little bit of you," he almost sneered as he let his free hand drop to my thigh and run across my stockings. I was shocked at his forwardness. Where was Mandy?! I backed away and tried to maintain my composure. "Mr. Randolph!" I hissed as nicely as I could. "Please! Behave yourself! Miss Stratton will be here any moment." "Ha," he said. "I suppose you're right. But you know you're hot, don't you?" I smiled, and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. No messing with the help Mr. Randolph." "If you say so," he laughed, taking my chastisement in good form. "Won't you have a seat sir? I'll go check on Miss Stratton." "Sure," he answered. "You do that. But don't be gone long Sissy. I might need something." I bet! I thought. And there is that word again. The way he said it. No. He can't possibly know. He can't. How could he? Again, feeling his eyes all over me, I went to Mandy's room to find out why she wasn't coming out to greet her guest. As I got to her door, I heard her talking to someone. She mentioned having Jim Randolph over, but she thought things were about to work out with the contract. I paused before busting in on her phone call. That's when I heard her say, "Sissy is serving tonight. And she looks beautiful," she added. Then, she said, "I've got to go. Have fun tonight. And wish me luck." She hung up the phone and I walked in, wondering to whom she was talking. I went on into her room. "Miss Stratton?" I inquired as I dipped for her. "Yes Sissy?" she replied. "I was just checking on you. Mr. Randolph is on the patio. May I get you a drink?" "Mmmm. That would be nice Sissy. Perhaps one of your lovely Cosmos?" "Yes ma'am. Will you be much longer?" "No. I'll be right out." "Yes ma'am," I responded as I curtsied and turned to go prepare her drink. As I reached the door, Mandy called out, "Sissy?" Halting, I replied, "Yes Miss Stratton?" "Isn't Jim handsome?" What?! Why ask me that? I didn't know how to respond. He was handsome, but it wasn't as though I cared. In my hesitancy, she asked again, "Don't you think so Sissy?" "Uh, yes ma'am," I answered. "I suppose that he is," I acknowledged. I went to Mandy's bar to prepare her a Cosmo. When I delivered it to the patio, she was there standing close to Jim Randolph, pointing to a place in her garden, as if she was explaining some plant or something. As my heels clicked on the bricks, they each turned toward me. Mandy smiled broadly as Mr. Randolph leered. I doubted that he was going to stop before the evening concluded, so I determined that I was simply going to have to learn to deal with it. "Your drink Miss Stratton," I said as I held the tray out toward her. I noticed Mr. Randolph's gin and tonic was nearly empty and asked, "May I prepare you another drink Mr. Randolph?" He grinned as he downed the rest of his glass and held it out to me. "Why not? Sure thing Sissy! Thanks." As I walked away I heard him whisper, conspiratorially, but loud enough for me to hear, "Where did you get her Mandy? She is so hot!" I didn't hear Mandy's reply as I continued to walk toward the bar. I prepared another gin and tonic and returned to give it to Mr. Randolph and find out what else they needed. Then I planned to make myself scarce until dinner. "Mr. Randolph," I said as I extended my serving tray. He removed his drink and winked, "Thank you Sissy." "Will there be anything else Miss Stratton?" I inquired of Mandy. "No Sissy," she answered. "I'll let you know if we need anything else. Dinner at eight?" "Yes ma'am," I curtsied. I turned and swished away and into the kitchen. Jim Randolph whistled a soft wolfish whistle as I left. My heart was pounding from the anxiety I felt at working to pull off my masquerade. I was especially concerned about the feminine voice I was extremely self-conscious to maintain. After I composed myself, I began organizing dinner. Once I had all of the food ready for final preparation, I went into Mandy's dining room off of the patio to set the table for Mandy and Mr. Randolph. As I moved around the room, putting plates, silverware and drink ware in place, I could observe Mandy and Mr. Randolph on the patio. When I'd left earlier, they were standing. Now, I noticed, she was sitting next to him on a love seat style couch. She was smiling and being very flirty with him. For his part, Mr. Randolph was clearly enthralled by Mandy's attention. I didn't realize that I was doing so at first, but after a few minutes of watching them, it hit me that I was being a bit of a voyeur. I couldn't resist. Mandy was such an interesting woman. I found myself mesmerized by her way with men. Seemingly without effort, she managed to bring them under her spell. As I tried to act as though I was busy in the dining room, setting the table, I continued to spy on Mandy and Mr. Randolph. Mandy's short and skimpy dress had worked its way up her thighs until her rear end was revealed as she sat next to Mr. Randolph. I watched as her hand moved slowly all around him, up and down his thigh, drifting every now and then up to his groin area, all the while chatting and smiling seductively. As I watched her spin her web, I was equally drawn to Mr. Randolph's reaction to her. As she seduced him, he began to take liberties as well. He let his hand slide up one of her thighs and disappear beneath the little bit of hem left of her dress, and it stayed concealed under her dress. I could only imagine what he was doing. As he rubbed or probed wherever he'd managed to reach, I noticed Mandy let her legs relax and fall open wider. I suspected then that Mr. Randolph had found her special place. As Mandy enjoyed whatever attention she was receiving, she relaxed further, leaning back on the seat. Mr. Randolph placed his other hand on one of her breasts, outside of her dress. Within minutes though, he'd moved the fabric down her chest and removed her breast from within the shelf bra cup. He now was openly massaging and kneading her titties. Mandy was clearly enjoying his touch. I couldn't believe that they were doing what they were doing so openly. As I watched, I realized that I'd never seen a man and woman engaged such as they were. True, I'd seen porn movies. But this wasn't really porn. This was a man and woman reaching each other. They were making love. Enjoying each other's sexual feeling. And I couldn't break away, even though I felt it was wrong to continue to invade their privacy. I justified my actions by thinking that they weren't really trying to hide what they were doing. I was also becoming increasingly, and painfully, aware of another reaction. Mine. Within my chastity cage, my penis was swollen. It both hurt and felt good at the same time. It is difficult to explain. As I focused upon my own arousal, I saw Mandy sit up and begin to move toward Mr. Randolph. She began working a hand at his belt buckle, unfastening it, then unclasping his trousers. She worked her hand inside and began rubbing him. She was smiling one of the most seductive, wicked, smiles I'd ever seen. Mr. Randolph laid back on the couch. He lifted his butt off just enough for Mandy to pull his pants down to his ankles. As she did so, her body blocked his waist area from my view. But when she sat up, I could see clearly. Mr. Randolph had a very, very large penis. It was thick and long. I could even see the huge veins from where I stood. Mandy massaged him, allowing her hands to slide up and down his shaft, masturbating him as she looked him directly in the eyes. After a few minutes of that, I saw her lower her head to his groin and she took him partially into her mouth. I was no longer even aware that I was trying to conceal the fact that I was watching. I was simply watching. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. And on top of that, my own penis was throbbing mercilessly. I desperately wished that it were free from its constraints. Soon, Mandy began bobbing up and down on Mr. Randolph. He was reacting to her as one would expect. I could see him moaning in response to the blowjob. His hand rested on the back of her head, as if to keep her in place. But Mandy needed no help at what she was doing. If I had not known better, I might have thought she was sucking his cock simply because she enjoyed doing so, as opposed to as a means to secure a new accounting contract. In another zone, I wasn't aware of it at first, but suddenly I realized that I was being watched. Mr. Randolph had caught me watching them, and began to stare directly at me. Our eyes locked and, through some electric force of some kind, he seemed to will me to maintain eye contact with him. He was getting off on the fact that I was watching them. And so it continued like that. Mr. Randolph watching me, watch them. All the while, Mandy was sucking his cock much like she'd taught me that night she came to Grace's after fucking my law partner. As she increased her activity, I could sense a seismic shift about to occur. Mr. Randolph was about to cum in Mandy's mouth. I heard him cry out as the first burst must have escaped. Mandy rose up and a large load of his sperm escaped from her lips, dripping down his still massive shaft. She sucked him more furiously, cum oozing out from her lips that were locked onto the cock. With one hand she stroked his sperm covered rod, but continued to suck and suck and suck him, devouring his semen as she did so. If I were not restrained, I'd have creamed my panties. As it was, I could feel a dampness growing there due to the slow leakage caused by my arousal. And all the while, Mr. Randolph maintained his visual grip upon my psyche. As Mandy began to slow her sucking efforts, I realized that I needed to break away. I forced myself to turn and to go to the kitchen, to prepare dinner for them. I realized how awkward it would be to serve them now, but I had no choice. I couldn't very well run away. As I tried to gather myself, once again, Mandy called out to me. "Sissy! Sissy! Would you please bring Mr. Randolph another gin and tonic dear? I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," she shouted from the patio. Fuck! I did not want to be alone with Mr. Randolph. Especially after what just happened. And I'm not talking about Mandy's blowjob. I'm talking about Mr. Randolph catching me watching them. I was so embarrassed! I couldn't believe I let that happen. Despite my best efforts, I'd managed to let this evening get out of hand, at least as far as I was concerned. Realizing that I had no real choice in the matter, or else risk Mandy's ire, and possible even worse embarrassment if she revealed my true identity to Mr. Randolph, I mixed another gin and tonic, as requested, and carried it to the patio. Mr. Randolph was standing when I arrived, his pants back on and him looking as though nothing had occurred between him and Mandy. I was, of course, totally embarrassed, and did not want to look him in the eye. I handed him his drink as I looked toward the ground. "Would you like anything else Mr. Randolph?" I inquired. He chuckled. "The question, Sissy, is whether you would like anything else?" he answered me with a question. The only thing I could think to say was, "I'm very sorry sir." He examined me, standing closer to me than I was comfortable with. But given my predicament, I didn't attempt to exert any control over my situation. I truly felt like a servant who had done something incompatible with my station. "No apology necessary Sissy," he replied. "I just wonder if you liked what you saw. And maybe wanted a sample for yourself?" I thought to myself, 'Please Mandy! Hurry back.' "I really am very sorry Mr. Randolph. I know that I should not have watched. Please forgive me," I pleaded. Without a word, he touched me on my chin, gently forcing me to look up into his eyes, which I'd avoided until now. I was scared and felt defenseless. "You are such a pretty little thing," he said to me. "I know that I could make you feel really good." Damn it! He was no Roger Dunn, that was for certain. But he was, nonetheless, entirely too forward for my taste. My body was trembling from fear of detection. As I remained silent to his last statement, the phone rang out in the kitchen. I looked away, and as I did, Mandy yelled from her bedroom, "Sissy! Will you answer the phone please?" Yes! Saved by the bell, so to speak. Mr. Randolph allowed me to break away. Forgetting Mandy's instructions, I neglected to curtsy. However, Mr. Randolph cleared his throat, as if to remind me I was forgetting something. Realizing what he meant, I did a quick dip and then strutted quickly to the phone in the hallway. Snatching the telephone from its cradle, I greeted the caller, "Miss Stratton's residence. May I help you?" There was silence on the other end? I repeated myself, "Hello? Miss Stratton's residence. May I help you?" "Danni? Er, ah, Sissy?" the voice on the other end asked. "Is that you?" Fuck! It was Grace! I was standing just outside of Mandy's bedroom door, so she might be able to hear me. And I wasn't sure Mr. Randolph couldn't hear from the patio. So I could not break character. "Yes ma'am Miss Andrews. It is. How are you this evening? Would you like to speak with Miss Stratton?" Grace giggled on her end of our call. "Are you playing Sissy tonight?" she asked, ignoring my question. "Yes ma'am," I replied evenly, trying to sound how one would expect a domestic servant to address a caller on her employer's telephone. She giggled again. "Oh my! Isn't Mandy the devil! What are you two doing?" she asked in a conspiratorial tone. "Miss Stratton has a dinner guest this evening. Would you like to speak with her?" I asked Grace again, keeping my end of the conversation non- decipherable. "A man?" Grace asked. "Mandy is entertaining a man, and you are serving them as Sissy?" she probed incredulously, as if she could not believe it were happening. "Yes ma'am," I affirmed, continuing to keep my end of the conversation professional, so as to maintain my disguise. "I can get Miss Stratton if you'd like," I offered, hoping Grace would let it go. "No," she answered. "I was actually calling you," she explained. "But I understand you are busy. I just wanted to see how you were doing, and to tell you I miss you. I am so excited about the day after tomorrow. I'm leaving in the morning for St. Simon's. I'll see you there. Okay?" Fuck! I really wished I could talk more freely. It had been days since we spoke. Damn it! This sucked! All I could say was, "Yes ma'am." And then, to bolster my charade, I added, "I'll let Miss Stratton know that you called." "Danni?" she asked. "May I ask a question? You only need to answer yes or no, so no one needs to know what we're discussing," she went on, letting me know that she understood I was being careful. "Yes ma'am," I replied. "Have you begun writing your vows yet? For the wedding?" My vows? I hadn't even thought of that! I just assumed the preacher would use what was traditional. All that mattered to me was, "till death do us part." I didn't realize Grace wanted us to write our own. "No ma'am," I told her. "Good! Don't. I've already written them. I think you'll like them. Okay?" What could I say? I hadn't thought to do so. And, all that mattered to me was marrying Grace and living with her forever. "Yes ma'am," I answered in my domestic voice. Grace concluded, "I love you Danni. You're sweet to help Mandy. Bye bye. Smooch!" And then she hung up. When I set the handset down, Mandy called to me from the bedroom, "Who was that Sissy?" I went to her door and looked in. Mandy was re-applying lipstick, her earlier effort obviously messed up by the blowjob I'd watched her give Mr. Randolph. "It was Miss Andrews," I told her. "Oh? What did she want?" Lying, I answered, "She wanted to speak to you, but said you could call her later, after Mr. Randolph goes home." Rolling her eyes, Mandy replied, "If he goes home. It might be a while." Then, looking at me, she asked, "How are you doing?" I could tell she was really addressing me as Danni. I walked toward her so that I could whisper and make sure Mr. Randolph did not hear me. "Not great Mandy," I admitted. "I just did something I shouldn't have," I began, thinking I should be honest with her. Concern in her expression, Mandy asked, "Really? What?" I dipped my head, averting eye contact due to my embarrassment. "I wa, watched you and, ah Mr. Randolph, doing, ah, you know. I'm really sorry," I added. Mandy replied, "You did? Well, that's alright. No biggie. It isn't as if you and I haven't been intimate. I'm not embarrassed that you saw me suck his cock. It was pretty impressive, wasn't it?" Ignoring her question, I continued, "The problem is, that Mr. Randolph caught me watching. I'm very embarrassed." Mandy put her hand to her mouth and exclaimed, "He did! Oh my! Did he say anything to you?!" "Yes. He did. He, he, ca, came on to me," I told her. "He hit on me." "Reeaally! Isn't that interesting!" Mandy giggled. "Do you want him?" she asked, as if maybe I would. "No!" I hissed. "Absolutely not! You know how I feel about that! I do not want to be with a man! I do this for Grace! And you sometimes. But it is fantasy. It isn't who I am! Please Mandy!" I implored. "Stop teasing me like that!" "Okay! Okay," she responded. "Calm down. No need to get your panties in a wad. I'll stop teasing. Now come on. We need to get back and entertain Jim. We'll do dinner and then, well, I suppose then he'll do me. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight. Okay?" Satisfied that Mandy understood where I was coming from, I said, "Okay. I'll get dinner on the table. Thank you," I added. I left her room and returned to the kitchen. I noticed Mr. Randolph watching me as I walked past the patio doors. I tried to ignore his stare, but really couldn't. I felt relatively safe though, as I expected Mandy would lure him to her bedroom after dinner, leaving me to clean up and retire to bed alone. Which suited me just fine. I went about finalizing dinner for Mandy and Mr. Randolph. I served their salads and poured them each a glass of red wine. When I went to the patio to announce dinner, Mandy was again sitting next to Mr. Randolph, cozying up to him in a flirty manner, his hand just under her dress hem. When Mandy stood to walk to the dining room, her hem had inched its way up and she had to pull it down to cover her barely covered ass. Mr. Randolph placed his large hand possessively on her butt, helping guide her along, all the while giving me a lustful and quite lecherous grin. I ignored him as I returned to the kitchen ahead of them. As they ate their salads, I finished cooking their steaks, and served each of them a portion of brussel sprouts and a baked potato. I watched them eating from the kitchen, and as soon as I saw them finish with their salads, I carried their dinner plates to them and served them. I then asked Mandy whether they needed anything else. She said that they were fine, but asked me to please stand nearby in case they needed anything else. I was a bit confused as to what she meant by 'stand nearby,' and as if reading my uncertainty, Mandy said, "You're fine right there," indicating that she intended for me to literally, 'stand nearby.' And so, uncomfortable is it was, I did just that. What was I going to do? Make a scene? As if that would help my situation out? No. All I could do was wish for them to finish eating and then retire to Mandy's bedroom so Mandy could fuck her contract out of Mr. Randolph. Frankly, despite my cheerful acquiescence to her request, I was fuming inside that Mandy was taking such advantage of me. When I'd agreed to be her maid for the week, I fully expected it would be for her alone, and that it would just be a little game for Mandy's entertainment. She'd taken it too far tonight and I vowed to be more clear in the future, if I even let there be a future situation. After all, I'd soon be married to Grace. And while I didn't kid myself that Grace wouldn't want to continue with her fantasy, it didn't have to be a fantasy I provided to Mandy. I don't know if you've ever stood around waiting on someone, but it is very awkward. And it becomes more awkward the longer you stand around. Add to that awkwardness that you are being treated almost as if you are not standing there at all, and it is even weirder. That is how I felt standing by waiting to serve Mandy and Mr. Randolph while they ate dinner and carried on their conversation. I tried to keep up with what the discussion was about. Mandy was controlling the conversation, discussing details about her accounting services, explaining how she could save Mr. Randolph's company money. I understood what she was saying fine. That wasn't my problem. My problem was that my mind continued to wander. I felt so stupid and helpless just standing there, allowing myself to be treated like a servant. I was trying to figure how I managed to let things reach this point. I had, from the beginning, nearly, succumbed to Grace's manipulations because I was so utterly infatuated with her. That, plus, if I was honest, her fantasy play was fun. I hadn't consciously thought it through in the beginning, but there was the added layer of my childhood foray into my mother's lingerie. I knew that, if I was honest about it, I did like the feeling of wearing lingerie. Grace's games, escalated to expectations, provided me cover for indulging in an activity I had been told by my mother had to end - emphasizing the wrongness of doing so. And then, or now, there was Mandy, someone who I truly think - thought - of as a friend, who seemed so comfortable taking advantage of me. And how? By making me worry that she would reveal me to a man, an embarrassment I needed to avoid at any cost. So, Mandy, and Grace, had me in a bit of a bind. By going along with pretty much every request or extension of their fantasy, I'd reached a point where I had lost control over my destiny. Or, at least, it felt that way. I must have been absorbed in my mental torment because I was snapped out if it by Mandy's sharp words, "Sissy! Sissy!" she spoke sharply. "Did you hear me? I dropped my napkin!" I stuttered as I tried to gather myself, "Er, ah, y, yes ma'am." I looked on the floor and her napkin had fallen under the table. Confused, I looked at Mandy, trying to determine what she wanted from me. I moved toward the kitchen to get her a fresh one. "No!" she commanded. "That one," she directed me, pointing under the table where hers had fallen. I could feel Mr. Randolph's eyes burning into me - watching my every move, clearly enjoying the manner in which Mandy was ordering me to serve her. Embarrassed to be permitting it, but incapable of doing anything to stop her, I replied meekly, "Yes ma'am." I stooped over to retrieve her fallen napkin. I was near her feet, and it was awkward for me to just stoop down and pick it up. As I reached for it, I was certain that my lacey panties were exposed for Mr. Randolph. Then, as I stretched further, I realized I'd have to get on my knees to reach the napkin. I crawled a few inches and managed to grab the napkin. Then, standing back up was equally difficult, especially in my high heels. As I handed the napkin to Mandy, she was smiling a wicked grin. "Here you go Ms. Stratton," I said, an edge of irritation in my voice that I regretted as soon as I permitted myself the luxury. Mandy didn't respond in words. Instead, she gave me an icey stare, something I'd not experienced from her previously. I understood that we were roleplaying, and that I was expected to play the faithful servant. What I was having difficulty comprehending was why Mandy felt the need to attempt to embarrass me. At the moment, all that I really wanted was for this evening to end. Tomorrow, I was not going to play as Mandy's maid. And if she asked me to leave her house, then so be it. Maybe I should have stayed in a hotel in the first place. The main reason I settled on staying with Mandy was because Grace rejected my suggestion that I come back to her apartment. That, plus, I really didn't want to spend an extended time alone in a hotel room. That scenario was looking a lot better at the moment. As I stood by Mandy's dining room table, especially after just giving Mr. Randolph such a free and good view of my panty covered bottom, I felt awkward and embarrassed. Mandy resumed her dinner business conversation with Mr. Randolph. However, he constantly cut looks my way, taking me in from my feet to my face. And each time his eyes met my mine I dipped my head to avoid his gaze. Mandy had to see the way he was looking at me. Possessively. Wanting. Lustfully. Predatorily. It was haunting. And I couldn't understand why Mandy permitted it. Did she really need his business so badly that she would put me through this? I was very disappointed in her. As they finished their main course, I interrupted their conversation to ask if I should serve dessert. Before Mandy could respond, Mr. Randolph interrupted, "I know what I want for dessert. And it isn't a confection," he added leering at me as he said it. I felt my skin flush, turning red in reaction to his insinuation. Mandy turned her attention to me, as if to gauge my reaction. I would not look at her. I kept my eyes directly to the ground, afraid to speak. I knew Mandy would not go along with his suggestion. She knew how I felt about being with a man, or anyone other than her or Grace for that matter, and she'd promised not to let anything happen. As I waited for her to explain to Mr. Randolph that I was simply off limits, the silence that passed became unnerving. "Jim," Mandy finally broke the silence. "My Sissy is a shy girl. I think you can see that. Let me try to clarify what you are hinting at. Are you asking for my permission to take her to bed with you? Or to join you and me? And, then, are you saying that your business is contingent upon her acquiescence? Is that what you are saying?" she asked as directly as anyone could ask the question. Mr. Randolph smiled as he heard Mandy set out the terms, and replied, "I would take her on any terms Mandy. I find her positively delicious looking. But I was hoping perhaps the three of us could share your bed together. I assure you that I can more than satisfy each of you." "No doubt," Mandy responded seductively. "No doubt. But the business Jim. I think you understand me well enough now to know why I invited you to dinner. So far, I believe I have made my intentions clear. As well as demonstrated how far I'm willing to go to obtain the contract to provide you my professional services. But the question regards my Sissy. Must she be included in order for the deal to be settled?" I waited hopefully. Hopeful that he would not be so demanding. So crass. I knew it was probably too much to wish for, but nonetheless I was praying silently that he would only want me to join them willingly. "Mandy my dear. I am quite confident that your accounting services are top-notch. I doubt any other firm could do any better than you. So, it seems to me my decision must be made based upon the intangibles that you bring to the offer. So, yes, Sissy in bed with us tonight will seal the deal, so to speak," he concluded, pleased with his clever double entendre. Now it was time for Mandy to reflect. And time for me to find out how much of a friend Mandy was. Would she attempt to make me do something she knew I did not want to do? Mandy rose from the table, placing her napkin on her plate. Directing her attention to me, she said, "Sissy, would you please come with me a moment?" To Mr. Randolph she said, "Give us a moment please Jim?" "Of course," he said agreeably. "Take your time." He must have sensed that Mandy was going to attempt to persuade me to join them willingly. Obediently, I followed Mandy as she led me to her bedroom. I was ready to really give her a piece of my mind. She closed her door behind her and led me to her closet so we could speak without being overheard. I decided to let her have the first word, before I told her I would not, under any circumstances, agree to join her in bed with a man. I was holding out hope that Mandy would not disappoint me. I couldn't believe she would test her friendship with Grace in such a manner. Closing the closet door behind us, now enclosing us in confined space of her large walk-in, she turned to me and placed her hands upon my bare shoulders. "Sissy," she spoke. "I want to start by saying that I know you don't want to do this. Or, I should say, I know you are going to say you don't want to do this. But the truth is, and this is my main point, I think the truth is that you do want to do this, and there can be no better opportunity." I was suddenly in shock! I could not believe Mandy was saying this to me! Of course I did not want this! Never! Before I could begin to protest though she continued, "Now keep calm Sissy. Listen. I'm not really asking to begin with. You are my servant for the evening. My guest has expectations and needs that I intend to meet. I will not lose this contract Sissy. I will not. My financial future will be assured forever with this deal. And you will not blow it for me. But more importantly, you want this. I know that deep down inside you want to experience a real cock. Don't forget, I walked in on you about to suck Roger Dunn's cock. You may have thought then you weren't willing, but even so you were about to do it. So, there was a moment when you decided you could do it. The only difference between then and now is that then, you were going to do it to protect yourself from being exposed. Now, you get to choose to do it willingly, and to help out a friend. Now, think about that. What do you say?" I was fucking speechless! My friend, or so I thought, was really asking me to come to bed with her and a man, and let him learn of my secret. Did she even know how he would react to such a discovery? Might Mr. Randolph not feel tricked and cheated? And maybe back out of the deal anyway? Had she even thought of that? "Mandy," I whispered, barely able to find my real voice. I was trembling. "I, I'm n, not g, gay Mandy. I don't know how things have gotten so out of control. I thought this was just a fantasy for Grace. And now you, her best friend. But I do not want to be with a man," I explained as clearly as I could. "I'm sorry, but I can't. And I won't," I emphasized, as if that would settle it for her. I watched Mandy's reaction to my pronouncement. She appeared to be attempting to see inside of me to find out if I could be manipulated on the point. Finally, she answered, "I see. Well, it seems you have left me no choice Sissy." "Wh, what do you mean? No choice?" I asked her. "Well, it's like you said Sissy," she put a heavy emphasis upon the word 'Sissy,' enunciating it more as a verb than a proper noun. "You say this is just a fantasy. Well, it may be a fantasy. But it is really happening. And you are really here. Dressed up like a sissy in a French maid dress. And looking very much like a woman. And we can keep it fantasy, if you want. Or, we can share it with the world, and take the fantasy part out of it," she left her statement dangling, for me to interpret it like the threat it sounded like to me. "Are you saying you would reveal me?" I asked her. Nodding Mandy answered, "I wouldn't want to Sissy." Then, adding, "But I want this contract." Trying one final tack, I asked, "What about Mr. Randolph? If I go through with this, he'll know. We can't hide it from him. Can we?" Sensing that my resistance was breaking down, Mandy became more agreeable. "I'll speak to him. I'll explain to him that you agreed on two conditions. One, you will remain dressed. And two, you will only do oral." With her eyes she asked if I could agree to her terms. I didn't want to do this. I did not want to do this. Would Mandy really reveal Grace's secret? I hated to think she would. But she seemed so determined to get this deal. So fucking determined! I was really pissed at her, but now was not the time. I had to decide. Agree to this one time, and keep my secret safe. Or risk that Mandy would carry out her implied threat and be ruined. I'd be a laughing stock at my firm. My mother and sister would be so ashamed of me. I felt trapped. I nodded my acquiescence. "Okay," I squeaked. "Okay. Go ask him," I told her. Mandy smiled sweetly, pleased with my decision. She pulled me to her chest and hugged me. "It will be fine Sissy," she tried to assure me. "You'll see. You'll see." Mandy opened her closet door and we walked out. Just before opening her door she said, "I want you to go to your room and change. Put on a sexy nighty and make yourself look appealing. I'll explain the terms to Jim and take him to my room. Give us some time. I'll warm him up. Then, you come join us. Okay?" I nodded my head, my sense of control feeling lost forever. I felt like Alice disappearing down the rabbit hole. How had I let myself get this lost? Numbly, I walked to my bedroom and began removing my uniform. In four days I would be giving a vow of lifetime faithfulness to Grace. Or would I? Could I? Should I? These questions began rebounding within my brain. I selected a sexy pink babydoll to wear to bed with Mandy and Jim Randolph. I slipped it over my head. Then, standing before the floor to ceiling mirror on the door, I examined myself. I was looking at a woman. But I knew that I was not a woman. I was a man. I was not a woman. I was a man. A man in love with a woman. Too much in love with her? So in love with her that I was losing myself? Would Grace even approve of this? Would Mandy tell her? Didn't they share everything? Could I be unfaithful to Grace in this way? She had specifically given me permission to be with Mandy. That was different. This was me being with someone else. And not just someone else either. A man! For Christ's sake! Would Grace accept that I took her fantasy to such an extreme? The last time we were together she emphasized that this was only fantasy. Something to be shared by us alone. In that instant, as I gazed upon my sexy image and considered my future with Grace, if there was going to be one, I made a decision. I went to my closet and removed my suitcase. I began throwing my clothes - my clothes! - into it. I also tossed in several pairs of panties as that was the only underwear I possessed. Then, I removed the babydoll and everything else I was wearing. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. Then, I dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Closing my suitcase, I quietly opened the door and looked outside. Mandy and Jim Randolph were nowhere to be seen. They must be in her bedroom, waiting for me to join them. Two nights until I was to meet Grace and all of our family and friends at St, Simon's Island to begin our wedding weekend. Two nights and three days for me to figure out everything about my future with Grace. I owed it to myself to be sure. I owed it to Grace to be sure. I had been willing to supplant myself to her. But I was not willing to do what Mandy asked, even if it meant she lost her deal. I was not gay. I was not a sissy. I was a man in love with a woman. The question was, was I enough in love with her? And, how much in love with me was she? I quietly exited Mandy's house, went to my car, started the engine, and drove off into the night, heading south toward Georgia. I didn't let myself worry about how Mandy would react when she realized I wasn't joining her and Jim Randolph in her bed. Or how my disappearance would impact her contract with his company. I just drove.