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Gay for a Day By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers "Hey Thomas! What a nice surprise." Karen hugged him as she answered the door. "What brings you over tonight? Must be a big game on?" "Well there is, but I wanted to talk to you guys," said Thomas. "Sure, go sit down and I'll get you a beer," said Karen. "Bob is inside with his feet up watching his big screen." "Hey man," said Bob, clicking through channels with his feet up relaxed. "I didn't know you wanted to hang today?" "Well of course I'd love to any time, but I really came over to talk to you and your wife," said Thomas taking the beer from Karen as they all sat down. "Well here goes, and I hope this won't be too awkward," said Thomas taking a big sip. "Well, as you know next weekend is my big corporate conference in Atlantic City and I'll be a key note at it. With all this stuff that's happened in my life, and the bad breakup with Connie, I fucked up. I didn't tell them my girlfriend won't be coming, figuring she'd forgive me but we all know how that turned out. Problem is I really can't go alone. Events are planned and paid for, so I need to have her there with me or I'm screwed. It's the biggest event of my life and career, and looking like a dumped loser is not an option. Everything is set up for couples, and there are plenty of important activities for everyone's spouses and significant others." "Thomas, that ship has sailed honey. You know that," said Karen. "She's with Ben now, plus I'm not sure if you know it, but they left yesterday for a two week stint in Europe." "Yeah, I know it and I know it's over," said Thomas. "I'm actually not here to discuss Connie. I'm here because I need someone I can trust to act as my girlfriend. I know I'm asking a lot, but it's just for the weekend and I'm sorry but I'm desperate. They didn't know much about Connie anyway." "You are crazy, man," said Bob cracking up. "You realize she's eight months pregnant right. She's huge?" "Thanks for the love, you jerk," said Karen making a face at her husband as she wacked him with a pillow from the couch. "Unfortunately my insensitive asshole of a husband is right. Of course I'd love to help you and get away from his lazy ass for a weekend, but as you can see there's really no hiding my current situation. Yes, I'm huge." "How would it look to your bosses, idiot," said Bob sipping his beer. "How are you going to explain that your new girlfriend is about to pop any minute. Obviously you can't hide it and obviously you can't tell them its yours." "You're so damn old fashioned, Bob. You make me nuts sometimes. It's not 1930! Maybe they would think he's a wonderful sensitive guy for dating a woman about to give birth to someone else's child," said Karen. "People love men that would step up like that. I bet some of his bosses wives might admire that." "No, Bob's right. These are country club type people," said Thomas. "These pompous assholes wouldn't like me in that situation, but that's not what I'm asking!" "Well enlighten me Thomas, because I'm so confused now," said Bob. "Either you want to borrow her or you don't?" "Karen, I think you're beautiful but I know even though you've got that wonderful glow, it's not an option," said Thomas. "Ok, here goes. Bob, I'm here to ask you. I'd thought you could come with me. You're smart and professional, and I know you would make me look good. There are a lot of couple activities and events for the significant others. I thought about it a lot and it might work." "Holy shit. You are fucking nuts!" said Bob, barely able to contain himself, laughing hysterically. "You want us to go there as a couple. That's your idea!" "Umm yes," said Thomas. "And I thought the taking the prego was crazy, but this takes the cake. You think those Neanderthals that you work for are going to accept a gay couple! No way man, and why would you want them to think you're gay when you're not," said Bob shaking his head. "No way man. I love you and I would do almost anything for you, but no way am I posing as your boyfriend. That's your stupidest idea yet." "Let me try again, and I'll try to be perfectly clear this time," said Thomas. "I'm not asking you to go as my boyfriend, but I am asking for a huge favor here, I know that." "Huuuhhhh!" Sighed Karen, grinning from ear to ear as she looked at her husband.. "Are you shitting me! No way man!" screamed Bob. "Wait ,you're not asking me that are you?" "I'm desperate buddy and yes I am," replied Thomas. "You're asking me to go with you as your girlfriend?" said Bob, stunned. "Yes," said Thomas. "That's what I'm asking you. So what do you say?" "I say go fuck yourself," said Bob. "Come on, you know that no one knew you weren't a girl when you were dressed. You were honestly one of the hottest chicks there," said Thomas. "That was Halloween, and five years ago," said Bob. "Ok and I shouldn't be saying this, but I know you've cross dressed," said Thomas. "You know Karen and I are close and we've talked about it many times." "I'm sorry honey. He's your best friend and my friend longer than he is yours," Karen explained. "We were discussing a lot of things, and I didn't think you kept secrets from each other." "Karen!" Bob was ready to kill his wife. "It was just because she was crazy into it, and mostly in our bedroom for sex. She dressed me and she was the one into it." "Calm down! That's what she said, but she did say you guys did club hop a few times and mentioned a few places you went dressed," said Thomas. "She said you looked amazing, and no one ever could tell. I'm not judging you." "Yeah, and the last time was three years ago and I did it for her," said Bob. "I know, but now you could do it for Thomas," said Karen. "He needs you. He's your best friend." "No way man," said Bob. "You're asking way too much here." "Yes way," Karen smiled. "He'll do it. This could be so much fun." "I said no," said Bob. "Fuck this. No way! It's crazy!" "You're sure he could pass, Karen?," Asked Thomas, handing her the conference agenda. "Absolutely," said Karen, reading it. "We went to plenty of places and he never got read. I'm pretty good at getting him together, if you don't mind me patting myself on the back a little!" "Of course not, but it's a whole weekend and there's a lot of activities," said Thomas, getting excited. "I trust you if you say yes." "Tell you what, come back tomorrow night for dinner at eight," said Karen. "I'll dress him for you and you tell me what you think." "What are you doing?" Bob yelled at Karen. "I already said no. You two are nuts. I haven't dressed up in years, and that shit is in my past. I'm going to be a father soon." "Let me talk to him, honey," said Karen getting up. "I'll see you tomorrow night for dinner." "Thanks Karen," said Thomas, kissing her goodbye as Bob refused to shake his hand. "See you tomorrow, buddy." Bob stuck his middle finger in his friends face as he walked past him and out the door. Thomas could hear them arguing from outside as got in his car and headed home. He could hardly sleep that night or concentrate at work, thinking about if Bob could pass. That night he made it to their house, ringing the doorbell at eight on the dot. "Good evening, Thomas." Karen kissed his cheek. "Come in and sit down." "Thanks," Bob handed her some wine. "He's not here then I guess? He's pissed at me?" "Well yeah he's pissed, and he's not here," Karen smirked. "But would you like me to introduce you to Vanessa?" "Absolutely!" said Thomas excitedly. "Ness, Bring your guest a beer honey," yelled Karen. Thomas was never more curious, and immediately was pleasantly surprised as his friend strolled towards him with a Corona in his left hand. It was extremely strange to see his buddy sweep his long hair from his eyes after he leaned over handing him a beer. "Thomas, meet Vanessa," said Karen. "So what do you think?" "You're amazing, Karen. He's even better than I expected. Way better than I remember on Halloween," said Thomas, looking him up and down as Bob broke eye contact. "Honestly, he's freaking hot!" Bob raised his middle finger right in Thomas's face without even saying a word, before Karen stepped between them. "Vanessa, remember what we talked about, honey!" said Karen with a grin. "Why don't you bring out the appetizers honey and give me a minute with Thomas." Thomas could barely take his eyes off his friend as he turned, heading for the kitchen. He was conservatively dressed in a pair of black slacks and a tapered peach long sleeve silk blouse. The slacks perfectly showed off his slim round buttocks as he turned away and showed no signs of a bulge in front. They had a straight leg and it was crazy to see how well his friend walked in the black pumps which peeked out from under his slacks. His face was very made up with rosey cheeks, thick lashes and matte plum lips. His dark brunette hair contained matching extensions, and was parted on the left and flat ironed pin straight, falling half way down his back. "So you've got to go easy here Thomas," said Karen, sitting across from Thomas in her living room. "It wasn't easy for me to get him to do this." "I know," said Thomas, raising his arms. "All I said was he was hot. He is. It's crazy but he is. He can definitely help me pull this off." "I know he can, but will he, is the question?" Karen replied. "I had the hardest time getting him ready. Most of the times I cross dressed him, he bitched and moaned but did it for me. He'll never admit it, but I know he's had some fun doing it." "So what do I have to do here, Karen?" said Thomas. "I'll do anything to convince him. This event is critical to my career!" "I need you to just relax and talk to him like you would any girl. Lightly compliment him, but don't forget he is a she, and the she is Bob under there!" said Karen. "I mean he has no desire to do this, but I think he'll do it for you and for me if we don't embarrass him. I barely got him dressed tonight. He wouldn't even shave his legs or arms, so I put him in slacks and long sleeves. I fought him over doing his makeup, and couldn't do much with his hair because he was being so difficult." "If that's what he looks like being difficult, then I'll sign for that right now," teased Thomas. "I know he's pretty, but don't say that to him," Karen chuckled. "I've learned that makes him crazy. He knows full well that he passes fairly easily, and just that bothers him sometimes. Better to just shut up and pay small compliments, let him bitch and moan and if you do that, he'll come around. I'll need to train him to do a decent job on his own makeup, and I'll pre-select every outfit. Oh, here he comes so just be cool and talk normally, but remember just be yourself and extremely polite no matter what he says, ok?" "Thank you," said Thomas taking some cheese from the platter as Bob placed it down. "Wow, what a nice spread. You did a great job Vanessa." "Karen put it together. I'm just serving it," said Bob annoyed. "Well, you did a great job presenting it then," said Thomas, trying to be complimentary. "Whatever." Bob sat down and folded his arms. "Tastes fantastic, ladies," said Thomas, trying to be pleasant. "It does, right?" said Bob sarcastically. "Hope you don't choke on any of it. That would be a pity, wouldn't it?" "Vanessa, I thought we talked about this honey," said Karen. "You promised you wouldn't be like this. Excuse us for a moment Thomas. Help yourself please." Karen grabbed Bob and dragged him into the kitchen. Thomas could hear some bickering and then some minor moaning until Karen returned about ten minutes later. "So, I believe we're ready for dinner now, Thomas," said Karen, wiping her mouth and then taking her purse and freshening her lipstick as Thomas sat there. "She should be a little less stressed now." "Oh ok," said Thomas, surprised as she guzzled down an entire bottle of water. "Is everything ok?" "Let's just say Vanessa's more relaxed now!" said Karen smiling as she stared at herself in her Compaq mirror. "Come on let's go into the dining room. Vanessa will be bringing dinner out shortly." Bob was quiet yet gracious as he brought out the turkey and all the side dishes. "I hope you wouldn't mind doing the cutting, Thomas," said Bob handing his friend the large carving knife. "These are just press on nails, so they pop off easily." "Of course," said Thomas smiling as Bob poured them wine. "Sorry, obviously I can't drink right now but cheers," said Karen holding up her glass filled with water. "To best friends and family! Cheers!" "Cheers," said Thomas as they all sat down now. "So here's the deal Thomas," said Karen, giving Bob a look a few times as she lectured. "Vanessa and I had one last chat in the kitchen, and here's what we came up with. Vanessa is beyond nervous about doing this, but obviously both of us love and want to support our best friend. If you can handle a few things to help out, and you still want her with you, then she's yours." "Are you kidding?" said Thomas, getting excited. "No problem. Anything!" "Well, before you say that, listen ok?" said Karen. "Well with a baby on the way and after looking at the agenda, it's going to be expensive. He hasn't been out as Vanessa in a long time, and he's going to need a wardrobe just for this trip. I have a few things but not much of what he'll need, so if you could at least chip in it would be a big help. We would never take your money, but there's a lot of outfits for things on this agenda we just don't have, and he can't fit into my clothes." "Stop right there, Karen," Thomas put up his hand. "I don't want you to spend a penny. I'm prepared to buy him anything he needs. Money is not the issue at all. I was prepared to spend two grand for some escort if I had to, as a desperation move." "Thomas, I wasn't saying you had to pay for everything," said Karen. "We can buy some of it, and maybe in the future I can convince him to dress up and go out like old times. He needs his nails done, some makeup, the hair. It's just that--." "Karen, here's my gold card," Thomas interrupted and tossed it on the table. "And here, I've got about seven hundred in my pocket. I'm buying everything no questions asked, and if you get him into one of these outfits again then more power to you. Enjoy it on me. Now this subject is closed. Please, I won't have it any other way, and you need to keep your money for the new baby. I know I'm asking a lot. Please!" "Ok, ok!" whined Bob, speaking up and shaking his head before he got up and started clearing some dishes. "I'm going as your girlfriend. Please, can we change the subject? Just realize I'm not the woman of the house. This is just because she's ready to pop, and not because of how I'm dressed." "Yes dear!" teased Thomas, as Karen cracked up. "Anything you say, dear." Bob smiled, giving his friend the finger as they all ate the main course, now sharing some laughs over dinner. For the next week and a half after work, Karen worked with her husband, teaching him to do his own hair and makeup, helping him practice voice and mannerisms. They shopped and he tried on tons of different outfits and Karen made sure not a detail was left out. She packed his bags and provided pages of complete written instructions on what to wear to each business function, including the outfit, hair, cosmetics, and accessories down to the smallest detail. Finally Friday morning had come. Thomas rang the doorbell and was greeted with a smile by Karen. "Good morning," said Karen, hugging Thomas. "Don't you look very spiffy today?" "Thanks," said Thomas, lifting his sun glasses. "You're nervous? Said Karen. "I can always tell with you." "Sorry, a little, yes," replied Thomas. "So is your new girlfriend, but don't be nervous," said Karen. "Load the car and I'll get little Miss sunshine." "Geezz!" said Thomas, seeing all the luggage. "You know it's only a long weekend, right?" "Ness, come on! Thomas is here," yelled Karen before returning her attention to Thomas. "Sorry Thomas, but she needs a lot of stuff. With that agenda all the girlfriends and wives will be changing outfits like crazy. She's got like seven outfit changes, but they're all necessary!" "Like I could even argue with any of that?" teased Thomas, getting ready to grab the bags when he froze, seeing his friend. "And that's the reaction I was hoping for!" teased Karen. "She's gorgeous, right?" Thomas stood back up as Bob approached, giving a soft nervous smile as Thomas stood there with a huge grin. Bob was dressed very professionally, in a navy blue double breasted suit jacket above a pale pink pleated skirt which hemmed a few inches above the knees. Around his neck was a floral pink silk scarf ,which was neatly criss-crossed and tucked inside the blouse-less type jacket, which had a large crystal and pearl broach as the focal point on the jacket's right lapel. On his legs were sheer hose, showing off his shapely calves, and his feet never looked so delicate in navy sling back 4 inch heels. In the back, his dark hair had a loose wave to it as it sat softly on each shoulder, and midway down his back. In front it was pulled back tightly, before being held by a barrette decorated in a series of pearls, except for the very front section where his pin straight chin length side bangs were swept from right to left as he moved them slightly from his right eye with his square French tipped nail. His complexion was flawless, making his skin look even milkier than normal as his soft pink cheeks glowed from their blush, and his eyelids were blended in natural tones. His lashes looked chunky and thick and the entire perimeters of his eyes were thinly lined, looking cat like. His teeth had never looked so white as he licked his glossed salmon pink lips, and his eyes never appeared so blue, contrasting beautifully his dark brunette hair. "Bob, I'm speechless," said Thomas as Karen interrupted. "You mean 'Vanessa' right?" Karen smiled. "Stay in character so you get used to it." "Oh, of course," said Thomas. "Vanessa, you look incredible. What a job you did Karen. The makeup, the hair, the smile, I mean everything. Wow. He looked incredible the other night, but now he looks even better!" "Well, thank you, but obviously I couldn't have done it without a beautiful subject," Karen held out her hands towards him. "I mean we tweaked some things. I layered his hair a little and added more extensions then you saw last time, a few whitening treatments at the dentist plus some strips at night, a good manicure, and a pretty outfit. Hey a pinch here and snip there and Walla! You've got one cute girlfriend, but I figured we would start her dressed very conservatively for the initial introductions. According to the agenda, he can change for the cocktail party." "You're amazing Karen." Thomas grabbed the two suitcases. "That sounds perfect!" "Vanessa!" said Karen, stopping her husband from taking a bag. "Let your boyfriend do that, because if you break a nail, we'll have an issue. You're not used to having nails and you've got to use your fingertips. The large bag is most of your outfits plus shoes, and some other purses, and his dresses are in the large garment bag so please don't fold those Thomas. The smaller suit case has cosmetics, jewelry, your irons, and hair stuff, and in that hat type box are the rest of your extensions. Here, all you need is your pocketbook, and Thomas, just take my golf clubs from my trunk please, because obviously he can't take men's clubs." "You really thought of everything," said Thomas, opening her trunk and taking out the clubs. "Of course I did, and here's your instruction sheets, honey. Love you!" Karen kissed him softly and checked his lipstick. "Good, no smudge. Now enjoy, and take care of each other. Text me when you get there, and the laptop is in the big suit case.", It was strange just sitting in the passenger seat of his friend's car as Bob normally did the majority of the driving, even when with Thomas. He buckled his seatbelt loosely over his skirt and felt ready to throw up watching his wife wave good bye to him as they backed out of the driveway. "I'm so psyched, man," said Thomas as they drove away. "Thanks so much again!" "You mean Vanessa, right," said Bob in his best mousey voice. "And your welcome." "Sorry, your wife is right. I have to stop now or I'll slip up," said Thomas. "I'm so psyched Vanessa, and wow the voice is even softer now. Damn you're good. I mean the hair, the face, everything!' "Well I hope so, because you paid for it," teased Vanessa. "That doesn't mean you're not going to owe me big time though." "I know, of course. You name it, and you got it," replied Thomas. "I'll let you know, and I'll have plenty of time to think about it, because I'm not sure how long it's going to take for the rest of my eyebrows to grow back," said Bob as he folded down the little mirror over his visor and touched his brow. "My wife just never knows how to stop. With her, once you think she's finished, it's like she's just getting started." "She's always been a perfectionist," said Thomas. "But you knew that when you married her." "Yeah, but I never expected her to try to perfect me," said Bob. "She did all this so I'd be perfect for you." "I know, and she's an amazing woman," Thomas told him. "You're a very lucky girl." "No, you're lucky you're my best friend," said Bob. They talked about old times and sports during the rest of the long drive like any buddies would, until they finally pulled up at the large hotel and casino. Bob felt a cold rush through his entire body as the valet opened the door and the wind blew right up his skirt. He knew he must immediately settle into his role, looking around at all the other couples as he watched the valet load their luggage onto a cart. As Thomas finished tipping the valet, he came over without saying a word as they walked together through the revolving glass door into the ritzy hotel. "Good after noon, we're checking in," said Thomas walking to the front desk. "It's under Romano. Thomas Romano." "Yes, I see it sir," said the clerk. "I'll need a major credit card, and will that be smoking or non-smoking sir." "Non smoking please," replied Thomas as he signed his credit card slip, then felt an arm go around him and a pat his shoulder. "Great to see you, Thomas," said a middle aged man. "I'm really looking forward to hearing your presentation." "Good afternoon, Mr. Munson," Thomas said nervously. "Thank you sir. I hope you'll find it informative." "Well, this must be your better half," said Mr. Munson, extending his hand as he now noticed Bob. "What a pleasure to me you, Mr. Munson, I'm Vanessa," said Bob. "The pleasure is all mine, young lady," said Mr. Munson, lifting his wrist and planting a soft kiss. "Where have you been hiding this charming beauty? We haven't met before, have we? I'd remember?" "No, I don't believe we have?" said Bob politely. "But I've heard so much about you sir. Thomas raves about you." "Smart girl you have here, Romano," said Mr. Munson, nodding his head. "I didn't realize you had such good taste. Well, go get settled and we'll see you in just a bit. Again it was a pleasure, Vanessa." "Whew!" Sighed Thomas, wiping his brow as he started walking away. "He makes me nervous!" "Sir, your room keys," said the clerk. "I finished your check in while you were talking. You're all set and your luggage is in storage until your room will be ready sometime after lunch. Conference registration is just down the hall to the left. Enjoy." "Thank you," said Bob taking the keys and chuckling. "We've got to keep you calm. Come on, let's go register." They walked down as Thomas soon loosened up a little as he checked in, getting their badges. "That's not funny," said Bob, looking at his badge. "Ms. Vanessa Vitello!" "Sorry, that was Karen," said Thomas, turning away laughing. "She picked your mother's maiden name. Not me. She thought it flowed well with Vanessa." "It's not funny," Said Bob, clipping the little name badge to the lapel of his jacket and texting back and forth with his wife. "Come on. Couple time," said Thomas holding out his forearm. "My turn for your attention now, Ms Vitello." Bob scrunched his lips, giving Thomas an annoyed look and within an instant he was holding Thomas's arm as they walked into the luncheon. He was introduced to lots of people as he had little trouble holding conversations with the other couples as he was being lead all over the room proudly by Thomas. It was so odd being hugged and kissed on the cheek by both men and women as he was doing his best to put the faces with all the names that Thomas had told him about. After a long lunch, a few boring presentations, and some grueling lectures, he had finally made it through the days sessions without issue as they headed to their room. "You were amazing," said Thomas, relaxing for a moment as the elevator door closed. "Thanks!" said Bob, taking a deep breath as he leaned back against the elevator wall. "So maybe you can let go now ok?" "Sure," said Thomas, pulling his hand away and smiling. "Your hands are so soft. They weren't always like that, were they?" "No, asshole," said Bob, rolling his eyes. "Karen's been covering me in creams and moisturizers ever since the day you came over. It's weird." They exited the elevator and finally got to their room as Thomas slid in the key. "You've got to be kidding me," said Bob, as he dropped his pocketbook on a chair as they entered the suite. Thomas was just as stunned, seeing the large heart shaped king size bed and a bottle of champagne on ice. He walked over, reading the note and looked back at Bob, handing it to him. "Guess you made a good impression on my boss," teased Thomas as he read it. "It says - It was a refreshing seeing a happy couple in love. Enjoy the upgrade on the company this weekend, and I'm looking forward to your presentation, Regards Mr. Munson." Bob shook his head and began unpacking as Thomas lay down on the bed, switching on the television. He hung his outfits in the closet and then filled the vanity with his cosmetics and hair products. When he was finally organized, he switched on his computer video, chatting with his wife over the laptops cam as she had some fun at their expense, looking around the room. "I see you two got the honeymoon suite," teased Karen. "Better not disappoint, Vanessa." "Yes, Mr. Munson loved my girl," Thomas said, pouring himself a drink from the bar. "She made quite an impression." "Well, I'm glad it's going well so far. I'm going to take a nap while you go take a shower, pretty lady," said Karen. "Wake me up after you do your makeup, before you get dressed." "Will do," said Bob, turning off the web cam. He went into the bathroom, undressing and proceeded to remove his makeup. He unclipped his extensions and slipped a shower cap over his head and then jumped into the shower. He relaxed a few minutes under the warn water and then lathered up before taking a blade to his face, making sure to remove the slightest evening stubble before it could seep through his foundation. He covered his body in moisturizing cream and patted himself dry, preparing for his first time doing his makeup away from home. He was quite adept from Karen's training and all the practice sessions creating each look, but she wasn't over his shoulder this time making little corrections as he took his time on his own. He took out her instruction sheet, following closely her step by step plan as he worked on creating the look she drew out for him. He worked on his face for over forty five minutes until he was satisfied with the result and then opened his large hat box, removing some pre-curled extensions which were pinned to a Styrofoam head. It wasn't hard clipping them in and he was pretty good at creating curls in his natural hair and blending them with the extensions, and within thirty minutes he was ready to get dressed. It was pretty strange slipping into the red silk robe and exiting the bathroom as immediately Thomas's attention left the tv to check him out. "Hey hon," said Bob, turning on the cam. "You there?" "Nice job Ness!" said Karen. ""Twist you neck back and forth for me, ok?" "Sure," said Bob as she looked him over every which way. "Ok, just a few things, and it's perfect sweetie," said Karen looking at her watch. "Take a tissue and blend your blush a little better. It's a little much, and then I'd like to see you just lift and just re-curl a little bit on the left side. Those are a little too flat for my liking." "Ok," said Bob, following her instructions. "Much better, and now go get dressed and then we'll tweak just a touch, ok?" said Karen. "Let me talk to Thomas while you get dressed." Karen chatted with Thomas as Bob went into the bathroom with his undergarments and a plastic bag on a hanger that contained his dress. About twenty minutes later, he came out and interrupted their conversation as Thomas's jaw dropped and he moved away so Karen could see her husband. "Now that's what I talking about," said Karen. "I love how it looks with that hair." "Karen, where's the other dress. The black one," said Bob nervously. "I didn't know we bought this one. I thought I was wearing the other one." "Yeah I know you didn't, hun!" said Karen. "But I figured a little wow factor would be better, and you weren't that nervous in the outfit I had you in before, were you?" "Hell yeah I was, but eventually I was fine and I was mostly covered up," said Bob. "I'm like half naked in this. I'm going to freeze my ass off. Let me change into the other one. Where is it?" "It's in Bloomingdales where I left it. Sorry, but this is what you'll be in," said Karen. "It's a cocktail party and you're supposed to be in a dress like this. You look fabulous in this dress. You've got a thin runners body, and I'm not wasting it in some baggy, boring dress. What do you think you've been dieting and running for all these years, to look horrible? With the gel inserts and the push up bra, it makes you look at least like you've got some boobs. You'll be fine. Now get your jewelry on and your shoes. I want to get the full image. Then get the hairspray and your lip gloss and come back to the cam." "Karen, come on," whined Bob. "Ness, what did I say?" said Karen with a little force. "Deal with it, because you know I'm never sacrificing fashion!" Bob walked over, looking at the instruction sheet and taking out a small baggie filled with jewelry. He placed a necklace around his neck and then slipped on some bracelets and rings. He sat on the edge of the bed slipping his feet into his shoes as he closed the buckles, and then grabbed the hairspray, returning to the cam. "Better!" said Karen. "Now just use your fingers and separate a few of those curls near your right temple. They're too big, and then use the pick, lift and saturate it. You know the drill Ness. Five more minutes, gloss the bottom lip again and you're there girl." "This sucks," said Bob, whining as he put down the hair spray. "I'm exhausted just from getting ready." "And it was worth it," said Karen. "I'm so proud of you honey. I'm sorry I got a little snippy, but you look beautiful and that's what we were after anyway. I wish I was there with you, and don't forget to throw your lip gloss in your little clutch." "Sorry, she all mine tonight," teased Thomas, coming out in his suit and tie now. "Well, take good care of my husband and take even better care of my girl, or I'll kill you," teased Karen. "Yes mame," said Thomas, sticking out his tongue at Karen. "See you later." "Have fun boys," Karen smiled and blew them a kiss as Bob gave her a dirty look before Thomas dragged him from the room. He was very self-conscious now, making his way out in public, really looking like someone's date for the first time. He had been out in clubs years earlier with Karen, and even though he passed easily in a conservative outfit, he was on pins and needles, tightly clenching Thomas's hands as he dragged him down the hall. In the elevator, his knees were shaking as Thomas put his arm around him when it got crowded, and gently rubbed his back. "You're like the hottest girl here," Whispered Thomas. "They're mostly old biddies. It'll be fine." "I hope so, and don't be such a bullshit artist," said Bob, staring at is reflection in the metallic elevator wall. "There were plenty of pretty girls at lunch today." "True, but I doubt too many are going to look this good tonight," said Thomas turning and looking his friend in the eye. "You did an amazing job putting yourself together. You look so different than when I first met Vanessa.." As the elevator came to a stop, Bob stared at his image in the elevator wall, a bit stunned himself. He knew Karen had picked something a little more sexy than he expected, as he found himself in a short Oscar de la Renta cobalt blue cocktail dress which was form fitting, hugging his little curves. The short asymmetrical one shoulder dress was flared out with an architectural single ruffled drape above layered skirt on the right, and a heavy boned opal jeweled bustier top showed off what little cleavage the underwire and silicon inserts created. On the left side of the dresses' waist was a little matching rose, and his feet were in silver strappy rhinestone covered five inch stilettos. His dark hair was now filled with large picked out ringlets and arranged in a gorgeous side sweep, with all the curls sitting on his left shoulder and back. His makeup had been dramatically enhanced as he now featured a plush evening look, which was highlighted by a sparkling crimson red lips. His eyes featured long thick false lashes and were thickly lined in black, and his lids blended charcoal shadows with just a hint of a soft blue shadow mixed in. His cheeks were done in a dark rose colored blush, and his entire face had been set in a shimmering powder, giving a healthy glow to his appearance. Around his neck, he recognized the diamond v-shaped necklace he had bought his wife, and in his ears hung her matching diamond double strands. On his right wrist was her 3 carat tennis bracelet that came from his mother in law, and on his left wrist he had on her delicate silver rolex, which he got her as a wedding gift. He took Thomas's arm as the elevator door opened and once they turned the corner he was stunned by the sheer size of the event. He noticed some wandering eyes for the first time as he tried avoiding eye contact and never felt so cold, feeling a cool breeze on his thinly hosed legs in the short dress as they walked outside to the pool side event. It was odd feeling like Thomas's possession as he was being paraded around and shown off like his prom date, and even stranger as Thomas had wiggled his fingers between his, holding hands as he dragged him through some tight crowds at times. He was happy to finally stop having a few cocktails and eventually they settled into some conversations with some of his office buddies and their wives. "Hey Thomas. Let's not be a stick in the mud," said Mr. Munson calling over. "If you expect to keep a fine young woman like that, you'll need to get out here." "Oh shit," Whispered Thomas. "Just go with it I guess." There was little chance to object as Bob found himself dragged onto the dance floor with Thomas. They were slow dancing and Thomas had his arm around Bob's waist as Bob was giving a fake smile here and there to other couples as they occasionally caught each other's eyes. "Vanessa, you look wonderful, young lady," said Mr. Munson, dancing over with his wife. "Thank you sir," said Bob smiling. "This is one of our bright young stars Thomas, and his girlfriend, Vanessa, my dear," said Mr. Munson. "This is my wife Deloris." "A pleasure to meet all of you," said Deloris. "Why don't we have a drink and get better acquainted?" "Of course, Mrs. Munson," said Bob. "Call me Deloris, dear," said Mrs. Munson as they walked off. Bob did his best turning on the charm with the pompous Munson's as Thomas was beyond impressed with his schmoozing skills. They chatted about gossip and fashion and tv shows as Thomas was thrilled that they were hitting it off so well. Mr. Munson pulled him away for a while as they shared a cigar while the ladies chatted and he introduced Bob to some other executives and influential people. After about thirty minutes, the men returned as Mr. Munson softly grabbed Bob's hand, startling him. "So give an old man a turn, won't you?" Asked Mr. Munson. "I can shake a leg better than that stiff you call your boyfriend." "I bet you can!" replied Bob, watching Thomas chuckle at him as he was being lead onto the dance floor. He looked over, seeing Thomas dancing with Deloris as it was disgusting realizing he was being spun and dipped by Thomas's boss. After three songs, finally it ended as they all walked over, sat down and sharing a cold drink, taking a break. "You're some dancer, Mrs. Munson," said Thomas, kissing ass. "Oh thank you dear, but I'm sure we old fogies can barely keep up with you youngsters," said Deloris sipping her drink. "Speak for yourself, dear," said Mr. Munson. "I'm pretty sure Vanessa here could barely keep up with me." "No doubt, sir. You've got twice my spunk," Bob smiled. "He's got plenty of spunk that's true, but you'd stop too if you were out here in those insanely high heels like she is," said Deloris. The conversation stopped as Bob wasn't sure how to respond as she somewhat belittled him. "Don't mind my wife, Vanessa," said Mr. Munson, giving her a look. "She's jealous with her little bunion problems that she can't wear shoes like that anymore. It's no fun getting old, so enjoy it while you're young." "I'm sorry dear. I meant nothing by it. I love your shoes, your dress, everything," said Mrs. Munson, back pedalling. "When you get older you just get more practical. I don't have the energy to spend hours to get ready like I used to. Not a chance I could deal with curling all that hair. You cut it short and wear stumpy heels and hope your husband still appreciates you, instead of trying to trade you in for a younger model." "Well, I'm sure he does," said Thomas, chiming in. "Of course I do, but it doesn't mean I don't miss those days," said Mr. Munson, annoyed with his wife. "My wife used to have great hair like Vanessa does. I'm sorry, sometimes we all live in the past." "I know dear. I wish I could feel twenty years younger sometimes too," said Deloris, reaching over and kissing her husband. "You do have great hair dear. Your curls held up well, even after all that twirling." "Thanks," said Bob, fluffing it as the mood lightened. "It's just a ton of hairspray. I've cemented them on tonight." "Well, it's getting late," said Thomas. "We'll see you tomorrow." "What's the rush, son," said Mr. Munson. "Are you bored hanging with the old fogies?" "Leave them alone, Walter," said Deloris, slapping her husband playfully. "They're young and I'm sure they could use some time alone." "There's plenty of time for that dear. It's still early for them. You're like a cold fish, Thomas," said Mr. Munson hugging his wife and planting a soft kiss on her again. "Hug and kiss that beauty and don't let her go. Don't be nervous about showing affection in public son, if you really care about her. Don't be self-conscious about it in front of us Thomas. I'm all for our key staff being passionate in everything they do. I assume you intend to be one of our keys to the future of this company?" "Oh, of course I do sir," said Thomas, immediately snuggling up tightly with Bob. "My work is my life and my passion!" "No son, and never forget this," said Mr. Munson. "I've made that mistake in my life, and hopefully you won't. Your work is essential and critical, but that beautiful brunette next to you is your passion! Embrace her and never forget it. I hope that's clear in your head." "Oh it is sir," said Thomas, squeezing Bob and rubbing him affectionately. "For your sake I hope so son, but if that's the case you'll have to do better than that," said Mr. Munson. "Girls like that don't grow on trees you know, and I'm sure she didn't go to all this effort getting all dressed up for you to squeeze her like a teddy bear. Always seize the moment, Thomas." Thomas couldn't believe his boss egged him on like this as he turned his face towards Bob. He closed his eyes wincing and pushed his face forward. This was more than Bob signed up for ,quickly turning his face after Thomas initiated the awkward kiss as Bob instinctively turned his check slightly, making sure Thomas lips slid off his before popping up, startling Thomas. "We'll see everyone in the morning," said Bob politely composing himself. "I'm sorry but I'm exhausted from this incredible night, and I can't tell you both enough what a lovely time we've had with you. Come on hon." "Oh good night," said Thomas as this time Bob wiggled his fingers between his and led him away. "You embarrassed them Walter," said Deloris, scolding her husband as Bob and Thomas took off. "You ok?" said Thomas as Bob was speed walking in heels, dragging Thomas by the hand. "I'm fine," said Bob, snapping at him as they finally headed into the elevator. The second the door closed, he released Thomas's hand, taking his compact from his purse and looking at his face. He quickly blotted a tissue, wiping the slightly smeared lipstick from his blush and then looked distraught, taking his thumb and wiped the little glossy remnants from Thomas's face. As the elevator door opened, he sped to their room and the second they got inside, poured some whiskey from the bar and unbuckled his shoes, kicking them off. "I'm sorry. He was pressuring me!" said Thomas. "It was nothing. Our lips never met." "I know," said Bob, downing the whiskey. "I was there too, you know. I may be your temporary girlfriend ,but I'm also married! Remember? And don't even get me started about what the hell you were thinking about, trying to kiss me? Have you lost it or what?" "I'm sorry this is so much stress," said Thomas. "I just caved in a little to the peer pressure." "I know, and I'm playing the part here as best I can too," said Bob. "Just don't forget it's me under all this makeup ok?" "I never did," said Thomas, pouring himself a drink now. "I know I owe you big time. I'm going to go take a shower." "No problem," said Bob switching on the computer. He pinged his wife and checked on her as they spent over an hour catching up on the webcam. Thomas traded places with her as Bob took his turn in the shower, washing off all his makeup and removing his extensions as he returned, scolding his wife. "Come on Karen," said Bob dressed in a red silk long nightgown. "You couldn't have given me my sweats and a t-shirt." "Not a chance," teased Karen. "Now blow the dampness out of that hair and sleep in a pony. You've got an early day tomorrow. Love you, and goodnight." Bob switched off the cam and dried his hair before pulling it into a pony and getting into bed with Thomas. It was strange sharing a bed with his buddy as they watched tv and were getting sleepy. "Good night dear," teased Thomas as Bob turned his ass towards his friend, rolling over as he was ready to fall asleep. "Yup, good night," said Bob. "And just so you know, I've got a headache." They shared a quick laugh and before he knew it, he was slapping the alarm as it awoke him. "Don't forget to reset it for 6am please," said Thomas, gently shoving his friend as bob slid off the covers, awake at 4:30am. He placed a shower cap over his hair and then showered before pulling his instruction sheet and doing his face. It was 5:45 am as he was getting dressed and wrapping his pony tail as he switched on the cam listening to Karen's cheery morning critique before finally the alarm went off, waking Thomas as Bob grabbed his golf clubs. "Morning ladies," said Thomas, stretching. "Don't you look the part this morning? Knock 'em dead, Vanessa." "He's such an asshole. No wonder he needs me! What girl can stand him?" teased Bob, throwing his wife's golf bag over his shoulder before grabbing his large round sun glasses and little chocolate Fendi pocketbook. "I hope you spend a lot of his money on all this!" "I did," teased Karen. "Go have fun and remember to play like a girl, honey!" Bob shook his head as he walked out the door, heading for the ladies golf outing as the men had morning meetings. He was in a simple hot pink polo Izod golf shirt and a little white golf skirt. On his feet were matching pink ankle socks poking out of his bright white new reebok sneakers. His hair had been pulled straight back in a high pony as it poked out, swinging from his white Titleist visor and was wrapped with a thick single weft ,giving it a long sleek straight pony style as it swung off his back as he walked. He felt like he had a ton of foundation and coverup on as Karen wanted to make sure nothing showed in the morning sun light, but the effect was a very smooth polished look with glossy pink cheeks. In general it looked fairly natural, with a very slight liner, thick curled lashes and nude shadows hiding under his Chanel sunglasses as he pushed up the bridge of his nose, and the only thing that stood out were the hot pink matte lips that highlighted his face. As he came out of the elevator, immediately some gentlemen came up to him, grabbing his clubs. "Miss, please, we'll handle it and get you across to the country club," said the bell hop. Within seconds, Bob found himself in a cart with his clubs being driven to the course. He couldn't believe how chilly he felt as the goose bumps stood out on his bare legs in the short white skirt as they slowly drove. With ten minutes, they pulled up at the gorgeous course and he found himself walking inside as he saw Deloris waving him over. "Dear, dear come over," said Deloris. "I had them fit you in with us, as we had lost one of our foursome this morning. Isn't that just wonderful?" "Oh, of course," said Bob, seeing Deloris and two over forty wives. "Good, this is Betty and Madeline," said Deloris. "Come have breakfast with us dear, and then we'll tee off in just a bit." Bob did his best schmoozing with the older women as they asked tons of questions, getting to know him. It didn't take long to realize they were other executive's wives, as they did more boasting than talking and more gossiping than listening. Finally, the young caddies showed up as the ladies took their time strolling to the tees. He followed their lead, trying not to over swing as it was strange playing with his wife's clubs. He looked terrible as they were much shorter than he was used to, missing completely on his first swing and then slicing the ball into the woods. The ladies shots were all short yet accurate, as they were all obviously professionally trained but had little power. By the fifth hole, he was fairly frustrated, never playing this badly as he readied his tee shot. Again his first swing was a miss, catching the ladies giggling under their breath as he turned around. He watched a cart pull up now and Mr. Munson pop out with another executive Mr. Fuller, as they got out hugging and kissing everyone good morning. "Rough morning dear?" said Mr. Munson. "This is Betty's Husband, Thurston Fuller." "Good morning sir," said Bob politely shaking hands. "So go ahead and take a practice swing," said Mr. Munson. "Let me see that swing honey." Bob took a practice swing and then looked back at Mr. Munson as he approached. "So go ahead and let's take another, and let me help you honey," said Mr. Munson. As Bob set up, he was surprised to feel Mr. Munson right behind him now as moved his hands around him from behind. "So I like your grip Vanessa, but let me just move it slightly dear," said Mr. Munson, moving his fingers slightly. "Let's take a practice swing together." Bob was completely uncomfortable as Mr. Munson was guiding him back and forth swinging. "Come on, swing those little hips like you did last night on that dance floor," said Mr. Munson, taking his hands and putting them right on Bob's hips and twisting him a few times. "Yes, like that honey. You're young and strong. Twist and drive." Finally Mr. Munson let go and then Bob did actually drive the ball further straight down the fairway this time. The other ladies gave him a dirty look as Mr. Munson walked with him, chatting rather than getting in his cart. Again he was positioning him as he actually chipped right onto the green, surprised by the little tweaks Mr. Munson made in his swing. "There's no doubt in my mind you could be a good golfer, Vanessa," said Mr. Munson as they walked onto the green. "I can see you're pretty athletic and a quick learner." "That you sir," said Bob. "I try." "Ok, now putting involves precision and a little tlc," Whispered Mr. Munson in Bob's ear softly as he surrounded him again from behind. "I think I'm ok here sir," said Bob meekly as he now felt Mr. Munson rock hard member on his lower back. "Well, arch your back a little Vanessa and we'll see," said Mr. Munson with one arm around his stomach, pushing at him a little as he could feel it distinctly wedging his skirt between his cheeks. "Sir, I'm kind of uncomfortable putting like this," said Bob, as the feeling was undeniable now. "Humor me dear, and go ahead and putt," said Mr. Munson. "I'm sure you'll find the result rewarding. I know I will." Bob was hoping it wasn't how it sounded, but his putt was extremely straight and just a bit short as he knew the old pervert was getting extreme pleasure as he moved his hips. "Wonderful dear," said Mr. Munson as he released him as Bob instinctually straightened his skirt. "I think you've got such potential." "Thank you sir," said Bob, glancing over seeing Mrs. Munson and the girls giving him an uncomfortable look. "You're welcome young lady," said Mr. Munson. "I'll see you back at the conference later, and we'll have a drink and talk about how to tap that. That potential, that is." Things were fairly quiet for a few holes until the gossip type conversations picked up again. Bob felt extremely uncomfortable feeling like the women were talking about him behind his back as they played together. Finally they finished their ninth and last hole and happily for Bob, they all headed back to the clubhouse. He gracefully said his goodbyes as he tried a few times contacting Thomas, but he wasn't answering his texts as he was deep in a meeting as finally the cart drove Bob and the other women back to the hotel. He ran upstairs and turned on the laptop, needing a mental break, as finally his wife answered. "How was golf today, honey," said Karen as he pinged her and she got on. "Well, nothing like I expected," said Bob annoyed. "I guess you played like shit with my clubs then?" teased Karen. "Not that you're very good with yours either." "Thanks for your support honey," said Bob. "It wasn't the golf anyway. It was the company. The old women hate me and Thomas's boss is an asshole. I need your help. I need to know how to handle guys that are...." "One sec ok," said Karen, interrupting him mid sentence as she stepped away. He sat there annoyed until finally after five minutes she came back. "Sorry babe," said Karen wiping her mouth. "I just can't keep anything down today. Tonight should be a royal pain in the ass. I'll probably puke everywhere, and need to still act surprised." "You ok?" said Bob. "I'm fine," said Karen. "Listen, I have to go and get ready and so do you. Aren't the lunch presentations at 1pm?" "I've got forty five minutes," said Bob. "And you'll need it," said Karen. "You've got to freshen up, do your hair and change. Go get ready and later we'll talk about whatever you want." "I guess, but we may not have time?" said Bob. "What time are you leaving?" "By 5pm" said Karen. "It's ok if we don't. You're doing well. I know this is tough, but you're doing a great job. Is Thomas happy?" "I think so?" said Bob. "And his boss?" said Karen. "You said he's an asshole?" "Well, he just gives me the creeps, but I'm pretty sure he likes me. You know, likes Vanessa the girlfriend," teased Bob. "And I think his wife does too, but I'm not sure about the other older executives wives. They're kind of cold and not too friendly." "That's because you're young and beautiful," teased Karen. "Thomas thinks that. He knows he's lucky to have you there with him. You know a girl like you. Pretty! Smart! Sensitive!" "Get the hell out of here," said Bob. "Sensitive?" "Honey, I've talked to him twice, and he's been besides himself each time. I know my friend ,plus I could tell he was. .. Forget it," said Karen laughing. "Go get ready and I'll see you later." "What's so funny. Forget what?" Asked Bob, annoyed. "Honey, relax," said Karen, blowing him a kiss. "Have fun tonight and we'll talk tomorrow. You've got to go and I've got to get ready for my surprise baby shower." "Forget what?" Demanded Bob. "It's nothing sweetie," said Karen. "It's just that both times I talked to him, I could see you aroused him." "Get the fuck out of here," Bob was pissed now. "Stop it! It's a compliment. I've seen you get like that many times if you see a sexy girl, and I don't get insulted," said Karen, belly laughing. "But it just goes to show how damn sexy you looked in that little golf skirt." "That's bullshit," said Bob beyond annoyed now. "I wake up like that too." "I know you do dear. Maybe it's me, my hormones are just raging like crazy, so be ready for some kinky prego lesbo sex when you get home. It's all I can think about when I'm not vomiting. Anyway, I gotta go," said Karen still giggling. "It's no biggie. I love you. Have fun tonight and don't forget your hair appointment. I already paid for it and please focus on what you are doing. Remember it's for your best friend, and all you have to do is be that pretty little girlfriend one more day." "Yeah, yeah," said Bob shaking his head. "Love you and have fun tonight," said Karen, kissing the cam. "You're going to look amazing. While you're looking all sexy in Donna Karan, I'll be in a Mumu. Us fat chicks are jealous! Bye bye." Alan shook his head and then rinsed his body in the shower. He freshened up his makeup and redid his hot pink lips in a plum colored gloss. He took his time creating a perfectly straight part on the left side, and then lifted his hair layer by layer ,snapping in the pin straight extensions. He made sure he flat ironed his natural hair in conjunction with the extensions, blending it all together perfectly before setting it with a high shine hairspray. He changed into a simple one piece Liz Claiborne sleeveless black sheath dress, which had a high neck, showing no cleavage just a nice form fitting shape. He then carefully lifted his hair on top of the grape single breasted jacket as he sipped his arms into its short sleeves. Around his waist he fastened a very thin red vinyl belt, and on his feet were matching grape three inch sling back kitten heels. He headed down to the dining room, sitting at the table with all the other wives and girlfriends as they chatted for an hour before the men joined them. "You ok?" said Bob, whispering as Thomas looked frustrated. "It's so tough," said Thomas. "Seems like my boss is really loading so much on me. I'm going to have to go back and work soon. I'm sorry, but I'll have to make this a quick meal and get back in there." "Ok, do whatever you have to do," said Bob, understanding. "Everything go ok for you?" said Thomas. "Yes just fine," said Bob. "Don't worry about me, just concentrate on what we came here for." "Ok, thanks," said Thomas, swallowing his meal like an animal. "See you before tonight." "Umm maybe. I'm not sure," said Bob. "They've got us going to play bingo, and then I have a hair appointment at five." "Ok, well then have fun and I'll see you tonight at the reception," said Thomas, wiping his mouth and kissing Bob's cheek as he ran off. It wasn't long before the other men also ran back to their sessions as they were all trying to make big impressions on management. Bob was getting better at chatting with the ladies, as finally they all headed off to bingo. He played for a few hours, mostly being bored out of his mind, until finally he excused himself. "Dear, you running out so soon?" said Mrs. Munson, as he passed her and the other ladies from the morning's golf. "Not into Bingo?" "Oh, of course not," teased Bob flicking his wrist. "It was a nice afternoon, but I've got a hair appointment at five so I'll need to get ready." "Wonderful, dear," said Mrs. Munson. "I hear the salon here is fabulous. Are you doing something special for tonight?" "Oh I'm not sure yet," said Bob fluffing his hair. "I'm not that good with hair." "Well, I look forward to your creativity and I'll see you tonight," said Mrs. Munson. "There's something about her?" said Madeline, whispering to Betty as they overheard. "Yeah, she a phony manipulative bitch!" said Betty, whispering right back to her. "There's something about her I don't like, but I just can't put my finger on it yet." "Looks like Deloris's husband wants to put more than his finger on her," said Madeline, watching Mr. Munson follow Bob from the room. Bob walked down the halls and got in the elevator. "Hold that please," said Mr. Munson, sticking his hand between the closing doors as Bob pressed the open door button. "Oh thank you Vanessa. How wonderful to see you again." "Good afternoon sir," said Bob. "So, weren't you playing bingo with the ladies?" said Mr. Munson. "Yes, I just left," said Bob. "I have to get ready." "A young woman that looks like you shouldn't need much time for that," said Mr. Munson. "My wife will be playing for another hour, and she needs two hours to get ready." "Oh, I have a hair appointment, sir," said Bob as the bell rang at Mr. Munson's floor. "I need more time than you think." "Nonsense, your hair is gorgeous," said Mr. Munson, standing in the elevator doorway "Come have one drink with me. Five minutes so we can talk about Thomas's future in private. I'm sure you can help influence my decision regarding his future." "Oh, five minutes about Thomas?" said Bob, repushing his floor's button. "Maybe some other time." "Well, don't be upset then if you could have helped him," said Mr. Munson, turning away. "Sure, anything for my boyfriend," said Bob, feeling guilty and getting out. "Now that's the spirit I wish all young ladies like you would have, regarding their men." Said Mr. Munson guiding him towards his suite. He opened the door and they went inside. He wasted no time pouring them some scotch and filling Bob's up very high. "To Thomas," said Mr. Munson, clinking glasses. They both took a quick sip and then chatted, sitting across from each other. Bob was conscious of crossing his legs in his skirt and being a proper lady. He placed his purse on the table and glanced at some of the printed presentation slides as they actually did talk quite a bit about Thomas's career and all his wonderful qualities. "So, I hope you don't mind this question, but are you two truly in love," said Mr. Munson. "You mentioned you'd do anything for him." "Sir, we have a wonderful relationship," said Bob. "No dear, I asked if you were in love," said Mr. Munson, standing up. "This view of the ocean is wonderful just like true love. Come and see." Bob walked over, looking out on the balcony. "Yes, it's very beautiful sir," said Bob. "No Vanessa, you are very beautiful," said Mr. Munson, turning toward Bob. "Love does not mean sex Vanessa. You can still be in love with Thomas and do something that will dramatically change his career. Something that involves something physical, but not love." "Excuse me," said Bob annoyed, turning away as Mr. Munson stuck out his left arm, stopping him. "Vanessa, this will just be between us," said Mr. Munson, grabbing him with his right arm and pulling him in holding him. "You and I both know how well we clicked today at golf, and after sharing these brief moments, I can see the spark between us." "I have no idea what you are talking about," said Bob trying to pull away. "I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression. Please let go." "No, I got the right impression. I know you enjoyed wiggling that tight little ass of yours against me," said Mr. Munson. "You loved me behind you, and now you're going to love me on top of you." "Hell no, I'm not," said Bob, violently lifting his knee into Mr. Munson's balls. He hit the floor gasping for air as Bob turned and grabbed his purse from the table. He wasted no time storming from the room, quickly getting in the elevator. As he got to his floor, he pulled out his cell phone dialing Thomas and hung up without leaving a message as he got his voicemail. He tried pinging Karen on the webcam, but she was already gone as he sat trying to figure out what to do. He walked to his own room's bar, downing a shot and then sat, calming down. He walked into the bathroom reading one of his wife's notes of encouragement and then looked over seeing the time. He stripped down, ready for his shower and then put his hair up in a shower cap, stepping in. The warm water relaxed him as he couldn't believe that the slime ball hit on him, but quickly realized it was probably behind them as quickly as it happened, as Mr. Munson's wife would be with him the rest of the night and therefore he'd stay clear of Bob. He figured it was more stress that he better not put onto Thomas, who was already sweating it, and switched off the water getting out. He took his time doing his makeup, making sure he would perfectly follow Karen's instructions for this important evening. When he finished, he double and triple checked his face, not having his wife to critique him over the web. He dressed casually in jeans, a teal tunic, and his silver sandals, knowing he'd be back to change before the event and for the first time in his life headed to the little ritzy hotel salon. "Hi, I have a hair appointment, Vanessa Vitello," said Bob. "Welcome, Miss Vitello," said the young woman. "Paula will be right with you. Please take a seat." Bob sat for about ten minutes fidgeting as he paged through some magazines. It was fairly busy with a number of women scurrying about, until finally a mid-20s woman approached him, interrupting his reading. "Nice to finally meet you in person, Vanessa. I'm Paula," said the woman, extending her hand. "Follow me. I have to tell you, I had a such a nice conversation with your sister Karen on the phone. Don't you worry, she told me all about the event tonight, and your dress. I can definitely do something that'll look sensational on you." "Oh, yes she's wonderful, my sister," said Bob making conversation as he walked with her to the back and sat down. "She's such a doll. She told me all about that you're not that good with hair, and she's you're at home hairdresser," said Paula, wrapping her cap around him and unclipping his extensions. "Now don't get nervous as I myself get a little self-conscious with my extensions out, but Karen told me you want to go with an updo for tonight, right?" "Oh yes, exactly," replied Bob, playing along. "Wonderful, you've still got plenty of hair for that honey. You've got shoulder length hair without these, and I can mix a few in if we need them. It's pretty," said Paula. "Now, I'll wash your hair out and I've got a few cute ideas for you. Is that ok, or did you have something particular in mind." "Umm, no that's fine. I usually go with my sister on this stuff," said Bob, feeling very relaxed as she switched on the water, massaging his scalp as she shampooed him. "She's the creative one." "Well, then don't w