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Chapter three Do the Hustle
I was petrified for a short time. Then Betty began to talk. "Look, there
are some little things I can help you with before hand. First, don't
forget voice and names. Ah, never look anyone directly in the eye. Act
somewhat submissive. You are a girl now, not a strong willed man. Flash
them a glance and then look away or down. Use sweeping gestures not hard
pointed ones. No clenched hands and try to keep arms, especially elbows
and legs close to your body. Cross your legs or at least your feet when
you sit. Walk one foot more in front of the other than a male. Look over
your drink, not into it. Oh, and wine or mixed drinks, not beer. We go
to the lady's room together, not alone and we excuse ourselves. The men
talk and we listen until we understand they are asking for us to speak.
The more used to the conversation, the more you can improvise, but start
there. They will seat us and take our coats. Small bites and leave
something on the plate. Gentle hand movements, you touch things, not
grab them. Wait for them to open doors, enter and then wait for them to
lead. Once in a while ask for their opinion on food or drinks even
though you know what you want. I think that covers some of the basics.
Any questions?"
"So we're helpless?"
"No, you are a girl now. It is part of the game. Girls empower their
men. They make them feel special. Besides, it's great to be waited on a
fawned over. You'll see."
A moment or two of silence and we arrived at the front door. Andy got
out and opened Betty's door, She swung her legs out, took his hand and
stood. After smoothing out her dress and coat he escorted her to the
curb by my side and opened my door. I put my feet together, swung them
out, slid so my shoes were flat, took his hand and gently pulled myself
up, straightened my dress and noticed an approving smile from Betty.
Andy closed the door and Bruce went off to park the car. We waited for
his return. He strutted back to Betty's side and took her arm. Andy took
mine and we walked in through the first door and then the second. We
were greeted by a maitre'd and told it would be about forty-five minutes
for our table, we were a tad early. Off to the bar.
The place was sided in barn wood throughout. It had a rustic look. The
steaks were the best in town and john the bartender had a reputation for
killer drinks. Given the price they should be. The atmosphere was rich,
but relaxed. We found seats around the central fireplace. It was brick
and copper with a small fire in the center. It was romantic. I had even
brought a couple of dates here, after all I could get in any time and it
was a hard reservation.
Andy went behind me and grabbing the neck of my coat slipped off my arms
and hung it on the back of a chair waiting for me to sit. I smoothed my
dress' skirt, making sure to keep my knees together and sat down gently.
I cocked my knees to my right and crossed my legs placing my clutch in
my lap. The boys had a beer and joked around. Betty and I just talked
about silly stuff until the table was ready. We were lead into the
eating area and once again seated. Andy carried my coat and held my
chair while the maite'd held Betty's. I was really getting into this
waited on hand and foot stuff.
Without a thought I smoothed my dress and gently swung into the chair
and place the clutch next to the side of my place setting. We all took
menus, but Betty had put hers on the table so I did the same. "My name
is Steve and I'll be your waiter this evening. May I start you with
something to drink?"
Bruce took the lead. "I'm showing my sister," he gestured to me across
the table, "what the town has to offer tonight, so let's start with a
bottle of wine. I'd like a cabernet for the table if we could."
Steve looked over and asked for my ID. I was taken aback somewhat. I was
twenty and had never been asked before. I had been in bars since I was
legal, eighteen then, and no one had ever asked. I felt extremely
pleased with myself. I realized at that moment that he saw me as a young
girl. I gathered the wallet from my clutch and opened it to the ID card.
Steve looked at it and then at me. "Thank you Cindy, the picture does
not do you justice." I blushed and everyone at the table smirked.
"Fine then, I know just the one for a special night." With that Steve
was gone. The conversation was light, but this time it included Betty
and I. The table was different than the bar. Steve came back with a
bottle of Bully Hill. He opened it, poured a bit into a glass and
offered it to Bruce. Bruce sipped and smiled. "Oh, with steak that will
be great." Steve poured all around and placed the bottle in front of
Bruce.
Steve wondered off and returned with a basket of fresh baked bread which
he placed on the edge of the table between Bruce and Betty. "Are we
ready to order, or would you prefer some time.
No one had looked at the menu. "We will all have the house fillet mignon
full for Andy and I and petite for the ladies and baked potatoes with
the vegetable of the day. I think we'll start with a Caesar salad. Thank
you."
"Very good sir. I'll put the order in and please just ask if there is
anything else." Off he went again.
More small talk about the local football team and up coming social
events at the college. Then our meals arrived. All went well. We drained
the wine and the boys ate and laughed. Betty and I chuckled with them
and I made sure I did not clean my plate. Steve came back to pour wine
from time to time and removed the bottle. He returned with a busboy to
remove the dishes. "Will we be having dessert?"
"Ah, no," Bruce sat back at looked at Andy with a grin, "but my cousin
and I would like a Taylor port and a glass of campaign for the ladies."
"Very good sir, will there be anything else" No thank you , not at this
time." Steve left and Bruce reached into his jacket pocket producing two
thin cigars. He handed one to Andy and as they lit them, the drinks
arrived. Bruce placed his credit card on the table and Steve picked it
up and went off.
We sat there sipping and chatting, the boys smoked and then Betty turned
to me. "Do you have a cigarette Cindy? And may I have one?"
"Yes, most surely." I reached for my bag. For the first time tonight I
had to something simple that long nails made difficult. I realized that
I could not use the ends of my fingers to open the clasp, I had to use
the sides of my fingers. Though it was awkward. I managed. Then I pulled
out my box and lighter. Again with the side of my finger I opened the
pack and managed to get two cigarettes out. I handed one to Betty and
went to get my lighter. Before I could, Andy had his lit and in front of
me. I put the cigarette to my mouth and drew in as he put the flame to
the end. Satisfied that I was lit, he did the same for Betty.
I drew deep and exhaled. "More gently," Betty whispered. I smiled and
grimaced a bit. Then I saw the lipstick on the filter, and the glass, in
fact all of the glasses I had used. I had another moment of realization.
"You're doing great Cindy." Betty squeezed my hand on the table and
smiled. Then Andy leaned over and kissed my cheek and then my hand. "You
look great and are doing great." Another puff and I was relaxed again.
With dinner done, we stood. Andy held my jacket and I slipped my arms
in. I turned and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. We walked out and
Bruce retrieved the car. I could feel a light breeze on my legs and my
dress and hair fluttered reminding me of who I was. Once more into the
back and we were off, back downtown.
"There, are we over the jitters Cindy?" Betty grabbed my hands and
smiled.
"Oh yeah. I feel much more comfortable."
"Ok, now off to do a job."
I had almost forgotten. I was so into Cindy date mode, I hadn't given a
thought as to why I was dressed. Actually it was a good thing Betty had
made me think. I was pretty tolerant of alcohol, but the wine and the
Champaign had made me a bit giddy. I had to get back into spy mode. It
didn't totally work. I kept grinning and giggling at Andy's bad jokes
while we rode.
We pulled into a lot next to The Factory. Bruce paid the attendant and
gave him the keys. We all exited and arm in arm we walked toward the
door. I was into the shifting skirt around my legs and the waft of my
hair. I kept flicking my head to the side to move hair from my eyes and
every time I did, my chest tugged. At one point a gust lifted my dress
and I swear everyone could see my red panties. I pushed the skirt down
and blushed, smiled and relished the feelings.
Arrival at the line brought me back to work mode for a few moments. The
doormen were burly and obviously local ex-football players. Bruce showed
his club pass that allowed special people to avoid the wait in line. "ID
please miss." I was again going to have to show my ID. I opened the
clutch in a now practiced motion and showed him the ID. He looked at me
and then the picture. "I really like what you've done with your hair.
You have a nice night and if he treats you wrong, you let me know." The
man smiled at Andy and slapped him on the shoulder. He bowed to me,
returned my wallet and pulled the rope aside to let us in.
"I'm jealous. You've been carded twice and not once for me." Betty
giggled and led me aside as we walked in. "Work mode for a while Cindy."
Bruce went off and spoke to another large guy in a polo shirt that
matched those of the doormen. I looked around. All seemed as it should
be. Long line outside already, even though it was only nine o'clock. Bar
was busy to our right in area that was raised above the main floor.
People were seated around the large lit dance floor and the DJ was
warming up the crowd with dance tunes from the likes of KC and the
Sunshine Band. The special funky tunes were always saved for later.
Waitress in tight tops and miniskirts worked through the lower crowd
serving mostly wine and beer.
Bruce returned and led us to a plush booth in the raised area at the far
end of the bar. Next to the table was a set of steps down to the
restrooms on the right, past them to the back rooms and to the left of
the steps through some of the tables, the dance floor. We sat and a
bottle of Champaign and six beers on ice were placed on the table. I was
looking around, sipping on my fluted glass and didn't notice that I was
swaying and bouncing to the music. Andy saw someone and he and Bruce
went off to say hi. Betty and I were left alone with our booze. Two guys
in white polyester suits and wide collared shirts came by and asked for
a dance. We smiled sweetly and begged off. "Told you all would be fine."
Betty slipped to my side and whispered to me. "See anything yet?"
"It sure seems early for so many trips out back by the bar backup. The
two of them and the bartender have been back there several times in the
last ten minutes. Funny thing though, they never come back with cases or
bottles."
"Maybe they are going out for a smoke."
"Nah, I know two of them don't smoke. Something else is going on. We'll
have to check it out later."
The boys came back and sat down. "We should dance soon so we don't raise
any suspicion. After all, this is a disco." The thought suddenly raised
my fears again. Dance. That was like showing off in public.
Andy took my hand I knew I had to follow his lead. Betty took my bag and
I slipped out of the booth and hand in hand my date and I strode to the
floor. I thought I was saved as the song ended, but Andy took my hand as
the lights changed. The spots hit the mirrored ball and the floor began
to strobe. Do the Hustle" began to play for the first time tonight. I
watched as Andy began to dance and sensing my fear, he took my hands,
stretch them between us and began to pump them back and forth. I began
to sway my hips trying to judge my balance in the shoes.
A few moments to assure myself that I had this under control and I was
doing a light three step. Andy took my hand at one point and I managed a
spin under his arm. My dress flared out and I knew everything was
revealed for public show. He twirled me out of the spin and into his
arms, me backside against his front. I swore I felt something against my
buns, but chalked it up to the pads. Besides he didn't give time to
think about it. "All part of the show Cindy." I spun back out and then
noticed another bartender going to the back. Something was definitely
up.
The song ended and we went back to the table. "I've got to get into the
back sometime tonight. Let's wait for it to get busier and maybe we can
sneak back without being seen. In the meantime, could you guys order a
boiler maker and a Russian boiler maker?"
"Sounds good for later, but why the drinks?"
"I want to test the booze. I'll know if they're cutting it. Please?" I
took Andy's arm and gave it slight squeeze.
"Anything for you darling. You know I can't say no." I looked up and a
waitress was smiling at us.
"It's so nice to see happy couples having fun. Can I get you anything
here?"
"A shot of Jack and a shot of Smirnoff and another bottle of Frisenet
Brut for the girls, on ice if possible." Andy put a hundred on the table
and the waitress was off. I watched as she passed the first barman and
went to the lead tender. Interesting. They talked for a minute or two
and then he went to work on the order.
I figured we'd been spotted as people who worked for Antony and a chill
went up my spine. Andy saw me fear or sensed it and put his arm around
me and leaned to my ear. "No way Cindy, no way. They don't know."
I returned to work mode as I smiled at him and snuggled into his
embrace. I don't know why I did, but it did make me feel better, more
secure. I thought of what they had talked about and waited.
The waitress came back with the order and put it on the table. "Would
you like to run a tab?"
"Bruce shot me a quick glance and my eyes nodded. Then he looked at Andy
and they both said "that would be great." She walked off.
"Strike one. Antony doesn't allow tabs in here." I was in real work mode
now. I wanted to see where she went but Andy was to my left, in the way.
I swung my arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his lips.
Nothing strange, Andy was Angela. I kissed Andy but looked at the bar.
She had gone right back to the center man. She nodded and he went to a
pad of paper and wrote something down.
It was then that I realized that I was still kissing Andy, and enjoying
it. I wasn't looking at the bar any more. My eyes were closed as I broke
the kiss and took a breath. We sat there and looked at each other. My
cheeks flushed and I tried to break the strange moment by fumbling for a
cigarette. Andy took my open clutch and handed me one and then pulled my
lighter to light it. I don't think I have ever taken a deeper drag in my
life. I lifted my chin and exhaled into the ceiling.
"Another deep breath and I put the filter into the shot of Jack. Putting
the filter to my mouth I tasted the booze. It was ok. Then my finger to
the vodka. Ok too, but I had placed my finger into my mouth and closed
it. I drew it out of my mouth and then realized what that must have
looked like to everyone. I just stared at Andy. Betty leaned over,
"Getting into this eh? That was awful convincing Cindy and pretty sexy."
The boy drank up and I shot a look at the glasses that let them know I
wanted to test another. They ordered and they came. While the girl was
gone, I took an empty beer bottle and wedged it into the cusions between
Betty and I. "Pour the shot into the bottle and fake the drink. Just
have the beers. Next time she comes tell her that your limit is five.
I'll better all the rest will be cut. Just like drug dealers, good stuff
at first stepped on stuff later." Plan one was in place. Now how to get
into the back?
Andy and I danced a few more times. I was moving more easily, must have
been the bubbly. At one point there was a line dance and Andy had me
spin as we went through the human palisade as he flipped the skirt of my
dress. I giggle and shrugged at the end of the line. When the song ended
he twirled me to him as before, but I ended up facing him and he planted
a kiss on me. Unconsciously I bent my leg at the knee and raised my
right foot off the ground, closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the
moment.
A round of applause and the spell was broken. I blushed, shrugged,
grinned and bounced back to the booth. Andy slid in next to me. "I think
I know how to get into the back." He actually sounded excited.
"Ok, How?"
Betty put a hand on my arm. "Before anything happens, I need a pee
break." She handed me my clutch and we excused ourselves, walking to the
girls' room. I hadn't thought of this part. Betty walked right in and I
followed, but I bet my eyes were real wide.
Inside was so different. The men's room was all urinals, one stall and a
couple of sinks and vanity mirrors. This was plush. There were eight
stalls with doors, I sighed. There were four sinks in a long counter
under a wall length mirror. Girls were over there pimping as we walked
in. They looked up at us through the reflection and one grinned at me. I
found a stall and as I stepped in, Betty whispered, "Don't forget to
wipe."
I suddenly realized why Betty had me do the belt before the panties. I
hiked up my dress' skirt after dropping my panties to my knees. I sat
and though it was somewhat uncomfortable, being new, I released. The
sound was different, more of a spray than stream. It felt good though
and when finished I wiped my slit until it was dry and stood, hiked up
the panties, repositioned everything and straightened my dress as the
skirt fell. I turned and flushed, announcing to all that I was done.
I met Betty by the long vanity and we touched up makeup and lip color. I
fluffed my hair, turning slightly side to side to view the curls. Betty
smiled, and we returned to the booth. I had survived.
"All set?" Andy stood and nodded toward the dance floor. I took a sip of
my drink as I put down my clutch and offering my hand, off we went.
It was time for the slow set. I hadn't counted on that. Peaches and
Herb's Reunited began to play. Andy put his arms around my waist and
pulled me in. I saw the girls placing their arms around their partners'
neck so I did the same. He reached up with one hand and placing it on
the back of my head brought my head to his shoulder. I turned slightly
and rested my cheek on his shoulder. He brought his head over to touch
mine and we swayed to the music.
I was listening to the song and looking around when I noticed another
back room visit taking place. "Ready?" Andy whispered. "Follow my lead."
I thought I had been. We stepped toward the edge of the floor nearest to
the back room door. As we neared, he lifted a hand to direct my face
toward his. My hands dropped to his waist. He took my head in his hands
and planted a wet kiss on me. I almost lost my train of thought as I
felt his tongue pressure attempt to part my lips. For some reason I
didn't fight it. I knew this from me doing it to girls, but here he was
entering me. I felt him swirl his tongue and then release my head. I
didn't pull back.
We stood for a long moment and then he pulled back and shot a look to
the door. Still entwined in each other's arms we moved to the door which
hadn't latched. Gently we entered the back room. There were voices from
a distance on the other side of stacked cases of beer and hard stuff.
Wee slinked along the right wall keeping the cases between us and the
voices.
"Ok, Jimmy needs four more cases of Bud at The Joint. He also needs a
jack, a Dewers and a Smirnoff."
"Ok, but no more tonight I hope. It's busy out there and we're too
swamped to keep coming out here."
"Yeah, tell Dave his place is full too. Here are the empties for him to
refill." There was the clinking of bottles. "You sure no one knows he's
cutting the booze?"
"Nah. We only serve that stuff once they start to get drunk. No one gets
it then."
The back door to the ally opened and closed and we heard footsteps
coming our way. Andy quickly wrapped arms around my waist and head
pulling both toward him. He reinserted his tongue and then reached down
and put a hand on the rear of my right thigh. He pulled it up so my peg
was almost to his hip. I rubbed it up and down his leg as he rubbed my
side and right breast. I was rocking my head to the music, lost in the
moment and the kiss. My head was spinning. I kissed back. I reached down
and grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled. I put my arms around his neck
and with a slight hop, wrapped both legs around his waist. We kissed
furiously, his arms under my armpits and his hands working my back and
hair. I thought I felt something near my new vagina. I didn't have time
to think though.
"Hey! You two. Not in here ok? Wait 'til you get home or at least to the
car. This is employees only."
We broke the embrace. I stood and straighten dress, hair and
countenance. Andy grinned at me and then the barman. He took my hand and
pecked my cheek. "Sorry, but you'd get carried away too if she was your
girl."
"Tell you what, I'll send drinks over if you'll just go back to your
table. Ok?"
"Sure." And we exited the room. I had it now. Dave had his own bar and
he was stocking it with Antony's booze then watering the The Factory's
stock to make up for it. The problem was in getting the mixtures right
and the beer was hard to replace unless he used cheaper stuff. Problem
is the books wouldn't look right, but he could always blame it on short
changing or free pouring staff. What a set up.
We returned to the booth and sat down. Andy did the guy thing, knowing
grins all round and thumbs up. I slapped his leg when he sat down. "What
was that for?"
"You know!" Betty smiled at both of us.
"Love birds," was all she said.
"Ok, I got what I need so we can go." I started to grab for my clutch
when Betty gave me a slight slap on the hand.
"Oh come on. Business is over and it's only about midnight. Now the rest
of the night is just fun. Or should I say more fun?" I shot a look her
way. "Cindy, you look like you're having a good time and no one has
forced anything on you. I see your responses and I certainly haven't
coached any of that. Try to enjoy your date. Explore the experience.
Besides we can't raise suspicions by leaving just after you were in the
back."
I thought she was right at the time. I reached over and took a cigarette
and lit it, crossed my legs and sat back. I think the drinks were taking
effect. We spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, smoking and
yes, kissing. I don't know what happened, but I stopped thinking about
me and Cindy. It was just Cindy enjoying herself. I ended the night with
my legs curled up on the cushions with my head on Andy's shoulder. It
was all so normal, so fun. I loved the attention, the being waited on
and pampered. I loved the feelings, the clothes. I was lost, but Cindy
was found.... Oh and Antony's thief too.
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