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Chapter four Waltz around the truth
Antony sorted out The Factory based on my information, which is more than
I could do with Cindy. Following that night, she kept taking time in my
life. I was confused, but not for the reason most might think. My problem
was that this sweet girl was more dominant than I was. She kept calling
and I was having a hard time fighting her off.
Days came and went in their usual way. I was pretty much running two
clubs and a restaurant for Antony. Most of the pay was under the table,
but that was ok. Cash stuffed all over the place didn't bother me. If I
wanted to prove my maleness to myself I worked on my bonus present.
Antony had found me a house. It was a two family homestead house a couple
of blocks off campus. I put down a hundred bucks and had to make
improvements. I would have done most of the work, but Antony's
contractors kept showing up to do "voluntary" work.
Angela had moved in on my side and Randy and his partner rented the upper
unit. Angela was great in a motherly way. She bugged me about my diet and
health and had even put me on a vitamin regimen. I had to admit I felt
better than I had in a long while. What bothered me then was an inability
to say no, from time to time, to certain requests she made. I'd think no
and say yes. Weird, but her requests and questions were harmless.
Angela also hated to cook so that became my duty along with cleaning. She
was doing work for Antony during the day on most days to pick up extra
cash, so I was home anyway. I often though about Cindy as I worked
cleaning and cooking, but the sound of a plumber, electrician or
carpenter brought me back to my senses. Things were going along nicely as
far as I could tell.
One night the usual crew was sitting at the club as usual when Angela
made a new request. "Will you help with my new number tonight?" followed
by a sexy, "Please say yes."
I wanted to go home early, but found myself saying yes.
"Thanks. The song is "Dreams of the Everyday Housewife, you know, the
Glen Campbell song. All you have to do is dance around a kitchen table
while I sing. It has two spots, one on you stage center and one on me
sitting on a stool stage right."
"I just dance?"
"Yup, you'll be the housewife. You want to do it for me right Cindy?
It was like a switch was turned on. An answer came out, but it was
Cindy's breathy voice, "Yes I want to do it for you Andy." It really
wasn't painful to say, but it didn't feel like I had volunteered either.
I took it as having a Cindy moment like kissing in the backroom of The
Factory. Betty grinned across the table, took my hand and led me back to
the dressing table. She was already made up for her skit.
"Ok Cindy, you know the drill. Start with the shower, then the eyebrows
and let me know when you're done with your face." Betty threw me a towel
and strode toward the back door to have a smoke.
Showering and shaving took no time at all. I thought that I was really
getting into character fast because my skin seemed more sensitive than
before. It had been almost a month since our spy night, so maybe it was
just that I didn't remember being so sensitive. Shaving my face had been
much easier lately too, but that had to be the vitamins.
The shaving took no time as I had little beard left. The "girls" at the
club had hired an electrologist to work on themselves and had talked me
into sessions to get rid of my evening shadow. Being na?ve and a tad
submissive I had believed their story, but I had to admit that it did
make the day easier and I didn't have to touch up my facial hair every
night. It also seemed to have cleaned up my complexion.
Dried off I sat down and began the routine. First pluck the brows into
thin arcs. Then do foundation, lashes, color, liner, shadows, rouge and
blush, powder lip color. Humming to myself as I worked, I hadn't noticed
Betty sitting next to me. "Second nature now, eh Cindy? I have to admit,
you're my best student yet. So let's get dressed." She made several other
such comments as she rolled my hair onto large rollers that dangled at
about my ear level.
I reached for the pads that I had worn to go dancing. "Yup, spray and
apply." I did. Then Betty handed me a garter that was wider and smaller
than before. It fit so tight and took about an inch off my waist.
Uncomfortable at first, I quickly was used to it. I reached for my
panties, cleaned form that special night. I tried to pull them up, but
they were too small.
"Here deary. Try these." Betty handed me a pair that look two sizes
larger than the ones in my hands. I threw mine on the table and took her
offering. They were full white briefs. "Everyday undies for the everyday
wife. Try this bra." It was a white full cup Cross Your Heart. I had worn
a B-cup with falsies as cup fillers the last time and this looked like I
would nearly fill it. "Well, put it on." I did. Betty handed me a pair of
fillets that lifted enough flesh to fill the slightly padded bra.
Sheer nude stockings and then a new piece, she handed me a petticoat. It
was a frilly, multi layered petticoat. I assumed that my first night as a
bobbie sox girl for Andy had prepared me for the feeling of a petticoat
but I was wrong. But there was little time to think of any of this.
The shoes were two inch pumps in light yellow. Then came the dress. It
was a yellow print shirtdress. It fell lightly over my head and rollers.
Betty buttoned the back as I fastened the belt. Looking in the mirror I
felt trapped. I couldn't get out of this dress without help. I swung my
hips noticing that the dress flared from my hips and butt, "must be the
petticoat," I thought. A few minutes with a blow drier and the rollers
were removed. As Betty combed out the hair, I saw that tonight I had a
shoulder length flip. The ends of my hair came down to my shoulders and
turned out and up. With all the hair gel and spray, it moved slightly
like a plastic wig, but it was all me.
Angela came over, dressed in a yoked shirt and jeans with a cowboy hat
on. With her makeup she made a convincing Glen Campbell, if a young
looking one. She took my hand, "Beautiful, you look beautiful. Ok, show
time."
We walked to the set of stage drops stage left. "Remember all those
commercials that used to be on television? You know, the ones where the
lady dances through the appliances? Do something like that and then when
I sing the dreams part, look dreamy. Here is a duster. Dance and dust.
There will be a table and some chairs on stage and a set that hopefully
looks like kitchen walls. All set?"
"Sure." I took a deep breath. "Just a bit nervous." Angela bent over and
kissed my cheek. "Don't worry Cindy, you'll be fine."
The previous act ended to applause and as "Cher" left the stage the
curtain closed, the set was wheeled out and Angela and I took our places.
The music started as the curtain rose and spots came on high lighting
each of us. The prelude began and I swayed to the light music. "She looks
in the mirror..." Angela began to sing. "...she picks up the apron in little
girl fashion.." I found an apron on the table and picking it up, I tied
it around my waist as I did a slow spin. I did couple of hip swings from
side to side, listening to the sweet rustle of the petticoat. "Such are
the dreams of the everyday housewife...." I regained the duster and danced
through the set dusting, dreaming and pirouetting as Angela sung.
I had to fake the picture album and "crumpling flower" part, but I
managed a twirl into a chair as I looked at the imaginary pictures and
crossed my legs. I rose with a waist high leg swing as, "She touches the
house dress..." I grabbed the skirt and swung it left as my hips went right
and visa-versa for couple of beats and then began to move around the
kitchen again.
As the song began to wind down I danced to the front of the table and
with a smooth spin, sat on the table, swung my left leg over my right
with a move that showed off the petticoat, and probably more. Then I put
down the duster and picked up the imaginary album, cocked my head to the
right, and sighed. "Such are the dreams of the everyday housewife..." The
song faded off and the lights closed to a pinpoint then gone. The club
erupted in a standing ovation. I slipped off the table as the lights came
up and Angela came center stage, took my hand and we took a step toward
the front. She bowed and I took a handful of the right side of the dress,
pulled it out and did a deep curtsy, right behind left, knee almost to
the floor and bowed forward. Angela had us do this about four times
before the applause fell away. Then I practically skipped off stage.
"That was fantastic!" I was in a tight hug from Angela. I suddenly
noticed that I had raised my right foot off the ground so that my shin
was parallel to the floor. The other "girls" came over and offer their
congratulations. I did a few spins back to the dressing table and looking
in the mirror, smiled and sighed. Cindy was a hit, Cindy was popular.
Cindy was also confident in herself and free. I liked Cindy, and as much
as she was me, I liked me too.
I pulled my hair back and put it into a ponytail. The curls still showed,
but not too much. The bangs took a little more work to hide. Cold cream
took care of the makeup and as the clothes came off I hung them on a rack
that now had Cindy's name on it. I was collecting quite a wardrobe. There
were some things on it I hadn't worn yet, but I assumed they were
overflow from the other girls. Everyone was in a rush to get out front so
I left the fake vagina on and pulled my panties back on. I hiked up my
pants, they were a tad tight these days, and out to the gangs usual
table. There was one seat open, with a red rose on the table in front of
it. I sat, picked up the flower and read the note that was under it.
"Thank you for being Cindy for me. Love, Andy."
I have to admit to a giggle and a grin. A slippery nipple in a flared
glass showed up. "I ordered it." Randy had joined us. "I thought it
appropriate." I saw a wry smile come over Randy's face.
I was truly enjoying the attention when Bruce sat down at a booth looking
pale and scared. Something was up. I went over to inquire, but he avoided
telling me what was wrong. I t became worse when some hulk walked in,
straight over to our booth and sat down.
"Johnnie wants to see you or the package tonight. Be at his place at 1 or
we'll find you and take the package anyway." He just looked me up and
down like he was figuring out if it would take more than three fingers to
do me in. Even I shuddered as he got up and left. He glared at Bruce
through the whole thing and then shot a kiss toward Angela as he walked
out. Angela rose and came over.
"Who the hell was that?" she blurted out ending the awkward silence. "I
mean, wow that blob of muscle certainly has an attitude if no brains."
Bruce looked down, drew a deep breath and looked up. "Angie, why don't
you get us another round for a few minutes? I need to tell your partner
something. Thanks. Hey, put it on my tab."
Angela rose and walked off toward the bar. "So what's up? You in some
kind of trouble?" What a stupid question, but it was the best I could
do.
"I kinda owe someone some money." Bruce struggled to get the words out.
He wasn't proud of the situation, but stuttered on. "A loan a while ago
and a drug deal to make up the money that went bad. So I don't have the
money or the drugs. I don't know what to do, but if I don't go to the
meeting, I'm a dead man."
"So how much? Maybe I can help. I have a bit of money back home." I was
trying to sound helpful even though I knew my cash stash wouldn't help,
Bruce being too proud to take it. I assumed that the package was the
drugs and there was nothing I could do about that.
Bruce shook his head, took a deep draw off his beer and after swallowing
loudly, "Five grand in cash. The rest is impossible. I'll just have to
hope for some sort of deal. I have two grand now. He'll just have to wait
a bit longer."
"Longer? How long has he waited now?
"A little over two months. I've got a feeling he's getting impatient. Oh
well, we'll see tonight."
"You can't go there alone. Who's going with you?"
"No one is going. I haven't told anyone. I wouldn't have told you if the
beast hadn't come in and you hadn't heard. But you're right, I can't go
alone. Will you go with me?" Bruce had taken my hands across the table.
He didn't grab them, but took my finger tips and folding them over his
index fingers, lightly clasped them. I flashed to all those pictures of
men proposing to girls in restaurants.
I was taken aback. "Me?" I wanted to pull back, but Bruce held my
fingers.
"You have to come. You're my friend and I trust you. So you're coming."
He gently squeezed the hands and looked me in the eye.
"Yes, I go with you." What did I say? Why did I say it? I didn't want to
go. There was a conflict in my head, but I said I'd go. I didn't know
why.
A couple of hours later Bruce took my hand. We had all been sitting at
our table, "It's time to go." I stood up and grabbed my jacket. I noticed
it was a foggy late spring night as we walked the three blocks over to
what I assumed was Johnnie's place. The door was next to another bar,
Sergeants, Named after the police officer owner. We opened the door and
went up the stairs to the second floor. Bruce knocked on the door to the
left as I listened to the music from the jukebox downstairs. It opened
and we were confronted by a guy who must have spent most of his waking
hours in a gym. "Hurry up. Johnnie doesn't like to be kept waiting you
know."
We were escorted into a shabby living room. HBO was on the television.
Our escort went over to a table in what should have been a dining room
and sat down with the goon who had delivered the message in the club.
They picked up a joint and proceeded to take draws from it. Bruce pointed
to an overstuffed chair and I sat down. I sat on something, but was too
nervous to look and see what it was. Bruce sat in a chair next to me.
Across a coffee table sat someone I assumed was Johnnie. "Early. Good.
I'll get a beer and we'll get down to business." He rose and went off
through the dining room, I assumed to the kitchen.
I reached under me to see what was poking me. I thought I'd find a bad
spring, but was surprised. "Holy shit!"
"Shhh. What?" Bruce put his finger to his mouth. "What's wrong?"
"A gun. There's a gun under the cushion." I reached under and produced a
small hand gun."
Flustered, Bruce took it from me. "Don't say anything and look normal."
"Normal?" I was in a gangster's hang out, with guns, waiting to hear
demands, wearing a vagina and panties, hair curled, and I was supposed to
act normal?
Johnnie returned and sat down on the couch across from us. "So, got the
money?"
"Not all of it now, but I can get it with some more time." Bruce tried to
sound forth right.
"No money, then I want the package."
"You know I can't do that."
"You don't want to know what will happen to you then. You know what the
deal was. I get the money or you deliver Angela to me. She'll work off
your debt. It won't take long. My girls do real well."
My god! That was the package. Angela would have to turn prostitute to pay
off Bruce's debt. I looked at Bruce, "You can't do that! I'll find the
money, but you can't do this to Angela."
Bruce raised his hand to me. "Quiet. I'll handle this."
Johnnie looked to the dining room door. "Jake."
"Yeah?"
"Take lover boy here into the other room so Bruce and I can talk."
Jake, the messenger boy, came in and grabbed my right upper arm. I knew I
couldn't fight back so I rose. "Please, Bruce," was all I could say as I
was led out of the room into a bedroom off of the dining room. I sat on
the bed with my head in a spin. "Lover boy." I guess in a way I did love
Angela. I didn't know how though. I didn't feel like we could be
girlfriend, boyfriend. As Cindy I wanted to curl up in her, or Andy's
arms, but as me, I liked her, but. This was no time for this
introspection though. What the hell was going on? I couldn't hear the
conversation.
Suddenly there were raised voices. I still couldn't understand the words
though. The jukebox downstairs had started to blaster Sly and the Family
Stone's Higher so loud that it was clearer than the talk in the other
room. I went over to the door and tried to listen.
Johnnie's voice yelled "No!" and then there was a pop, pop. The two in
the dining room stood suddenly looked to toward the sound then at each
other and ran through the kitchen. I heard a back door open and the sound
of feet running down stairs. Bruce ran into the room I was in and grabbed
my wrist, "Cindy, we gotta get outta here."
He yanked my arm and lead me to the front door. As we went through the
living room, I saw Johnnie face down on the floor behind the coffee
table, then I noticed the gun I had found in Bruce's hand. " What the
hell did you do?"
"No time now, I'll tell you later, but we've got to go."
We ran down the stairs to the door. "The gun I said."
"Oh yeah." Bruce stuffed into a trash can by the door. We exited into the
street. Turning left I saw the two goons talking to a cop. "Oh shit!" I
nodded toward the corner.
"Bruce saw and turned me the other way and we quick stepped up the block,
turned the corner and headed for the club. I noticed cops everywhere.
"They don't know yet, so just keep going." Bruce whispered, but with an
attitude in his voice.
We went in the back door of the club and out to the front. The gang was
sitting at the table. Bruce practically forced me into a chair and then
motioned to the bar for another round. Then he sat down.
Angela spoke first. "What the hell happened to you guys?"
The drinks arrived. "Here girl, take one of these. You look like you need
it." Randy handed me a pill and my drink. I didn't even ask, I just took
it.
"What a night. I don't know what to do." Bruce then went on to explain
what had happened in a hushed tone. Everyone hung onto his every word
until, "and then we made it back here."
"What now?" Randy asked.
"I don't know." Bruce was definitely worried. "Those two idiots know what
we look like and they were talking to the cops."
Angela chimed in, "You guys have got to get out of town for a while. Is
there somewhere you could go?
"We could go to my parents I guess, but first we have to get out of town
and by now our description has been sent out to every cop on the street."
The last contribution I made was, "we could hide in the back of someone's
car until we were clear."
Bruce pointed out that on the off chance they knew who he was, his car
would be watched and our cars were back at the house.
We sat and talked for a bit. I was becoming fuzzy and didn't say much. I
chalked it up to fear, confusion and alcohol. The Randy sat up and
smiled. "Hey, they are looking for two guys."
"Yeah so?" Bruce looked over with a furrowed brow.
"They aren't looking for a guy and his date."
"What?"
Angela then spoke up again. "Hey yeah. Randy can get Cindy ready while I
take a cab back to the house to get the car and some things. I can meet
you guys here around closing time and you can leave as a couple getting a
ride home because you're too drunk."
I must have looked skeptical or something, because Angela took my left
hand in hers and with her left hand directed my attention to her face.
"It'll work trust us. Besides, who do you really want to be right now?"
"Cindy." It just came out. Everyone smiled, but I wondered. Why did I say
that? I certainly didn't want to be in my current predicament, But did I
want to be Cindy? I guess maybe in a way I saw that as my way out. "I
would like to be Cindy."
"Ok, then. You go get ready with Randy and I'll get what we need from the
house. Oh yeah, where is you cash? You'll need money."
In the basement behind the furnace there are two loose blocks in the
wall. There is a strongbox." I hadn't told anyone that and now I was
blurting it out like it was nothing. My life savings were in there.
Randy took my hand, "Come with me honey." I did. I did with no questions.
I was so confused, but I was doing what I was told. They must know best.
The housewife costume was all still where I had left it. We assembled
Cindy the housewife and as we were putting my hair back into its flip.
Angela came in. "You look great Cindy," and pecked me on my forehead.
"Time to go."
We walked back out into a now empty club. Randy handed me a hound's tooth
coat with fur on the collar and cuffs. As he held it I slipped my arms in
and turned toward him. He tied the belt, took my shoulders and "Smile
Cindy, everything will work out for the best." He hugged me, kissed my
cheek and Angela (I should say Andy as she now wearing a three piece suit
with a slightly undone tie and top coat) handed me a yellow hand bag.
"Put this on your left arm." I did, and Andy hooked his arm into my right
and Bruce in his suit and coat, Andy in his and me in a dress and coat
headed for the door.
Outside I noticed there was no car. "I had to park in the lot down the
street so we wouldn't get a ticket." Andy turned me up the block and
Bruce positioned himself on the other side so I was sandwiched in. It was
three blocks to the lot. We walked past all sorts of people. "Remember
the night we went to The Factory?" Andy asked me as we started.
"Yes."
"Remember how you felt at the end of that night?"
"Yes."
"Be that way now Cindy. Be the Cindy that you wanted to be that night."
My fear departed for the most part. I was still aware of the people and
even the cops, but I started to sing and giggle as my heals clicked and
clacked, and there was a jaunt to my step. Art way there Andy stopped.
"Cindy, get me a cigarette."
Without a thought I opened the purse on my arm and retrieved one. "One
for you and Bruce too."
I did what I was told. Handing them to Andy he gave one to Bruce and with
a flick of a Zippo offered a light to Bruce then lit the two in his lips.
He then handed on to me. I looked at him and took a long drag. I drew in
and slowly blew a smoke ring at his face. He exhaled and leaned over to
kiss my forehead just as two officers walked by. "Ah young love, remember
it?" one said to the other.
We laughed our way to lot. Andy paid the attendant. Andy and I got into
the back seat and Bruce started the car. Andy slipped his arm around my
shoulders. "Tell me again, who do you want to be right now?"
"Cindy." I did it again!
"Do you like being Cindy?"
"Yes I do"
'How much do you like being Cindy?"
"Very much."
Andy curled around me and began to kiss me. It was like in the back room
of the bar that night. My lips parted at his urging and I took in all of
him I could. He rubbed my thigh and I was lost. I could feel myself
slowly losing consciousness as I closed my eyes, but as I went, I reached
down to his thigh. I wasn't really sure If I was going for Andy's thigh
or Angela's, but I didn't care right then. I turned my hand over, pushed
my white polished nails to part the legs. I felt something strange, out
of place, but didn't touch it for long. Andy's hand took my wrist and put
my hand back on the top of the lap. I was fading fast when I heard Andy
say "Not just yet Cindy, not just yet."
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