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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 61(Wednesday - week 9) She squirmed. Her dream-self watched intimately as Sissy reamed his own ass with the penis shaped dildo. "Deeper now!" she commanded - and watched as he pushed the phallic shaped toy all the way in to the hilt. All the way in until the fake balls at the end of it were touching his shaved-bare backside. And she squirmed again at the pleasure of the power she felt because she could literally force him to fuck himself. She was getting so hot watching him - as even in her dream, she imagined the feelings that big toy would bring to her own wanting sex - the sex that toy was meant to pleasure. But instead, she was forcing Sissy... a mere man... to debase himself with it. She was superior. She was his total master - or more appropriately, his total Mistress. And he had no choice but to do anything at all that she commanded - for her pleasure alone. And the very decadent thought of it aroused her physical body once again... and she squirmed in her sleep. "Faster!" she commanded. And her dream-self laughed with delight at seeing him fuck himself faster and harder... trying vainly to get pleasure where only she could get it, not him. But then of course, he was fucking himself in a place that was never meant for that purpose... a different place than her velvety moist vagina. He could never experience the pleasure from it that she could. Never! And that made forcing him to do this to himself all the sweeter. "Mel!" the deep voice boomed. The sound of her father's voice ripped her away from focusing on Sissy. "Daddy?" She could see him in the distance, for some reason the dream made him look fuzzy and out of focus, almost as if he was made of fog. "Did you find the problem yet?" her father asked accusingly. "No Daddy... I mean, yes! We did! I mean... I did! I found it and took care of it." "Good girl!" her father's voice said with pride. She felt happy basking in his approval. From behind her she could once again hear Sissy trying desperately to pleasure himself in such an impossible way. She turned back to watch him. So funny. And she again felt the sexual tension building inside of her. "And how about Sissy?" Her father's voice boomed again. And again she was forced to ignore Sissy and pay attention to him. "How much did he do?" She suddenly felt terrified. "He did... most of it," she admitted, fearful of what he might say. Her father's face turned red with rage. "How could you let someone else do the most important work for you? He deserves all the credit, not you! A damn sissy is smarter than my daughter!" "No Daddy. No! It's not like that," she desperately pleaded. "Looks like it to me!" "No! It's not like that," she repeated. Her father was staring at her, disapprovingly. "We... we worked together," she explained. "We did it together. He did some and I did some. We both did it... together!" Her father appeared only a little more appeased. "Teamwork?" he grunted. "Yes, Daddy," she admitted, as if that was a bad thing. Her father looked sternly at her. "Do you work well together... as a team?" "Yes Daddy. Very well! You saw what we could do." Her father nodded. "And who was in charge of that team," he asked. "I... I was, Daddy. I was in charge. Sissy can't be in charge. He's too submissive. Totally submissive. He follows my every command. And you know me Daddy. You know me. You know what I am like. What I am. I want to be in charge all the time. I hate taking orders from anyone. I... I'm too dominant." Her father nodded. Even from the distance she could see the look of satisfaction on his face. "A good team... with you totally in charge," he finally said. "Y... yes Daddy." "Sounds like a good plan!" her father finally said. "Sounds like a good plan." She watched as somehow... her father faded out and totally disappeared. Sounds like a good plan. A good team... with her completely in charge. A good plan. Once again, the sounds of Sissy pleasuring himself grabbed her attention. She watched again as he slid the big phallic toy in and out of himself. And she smiled. Her father approved. She was totally in charge... just like she wanted to be. It was a good plan. "Deeper Sissy! Faster!" she ordered... and her body thrilled again as she watched him carry out her order perfectly. And the result? Her body squirmed with pleasure. His apartment was crowded with friends, and he was amazing everyone with his expertise at his new pool table - something he had never been really that good at before. As he played, he continually looked around the room... searching... for the one person he knew wouldn't be there. But never the less, he hoped to at least spot her. But as usual, she was missing. He sank another ball, and afterwards, his hand slid back and forth along the bottom of his pool cue, unnoticed by anyone else. His mind imagined what that cue would feel like sliding in and out of his backside. So good. So good. But it would be so much better if... but she wasn't there. She would never be there... as he always knew she would forever be gone from his life. He had won the bet, and now Mel was nothing but a neighbor that he rarely ever saw - even from a distance. He played an impossible banking shot and decisively sank yet another ball. But his mind was no longer on the game, or his friends, or even on lost Mel. His mind was on his sissy things... locked deeply away where nobody could ever find them. So locked away that they were hard for him to get to. But now, even in the midst of his party, with so many friends around, he yearned again for his sissy things... and even more for the sissy dream he had once lived. The sissy dream he wanted so badly - but had vowed he would never touch again. But he still wanted that dream. He needed that dream. The need was building in him so much that it was becoming impossible to resist! He took another shot... and missed! "My turn!" his opponent declared and Chad was forced to stand back to watch his opponent play. He watched the man's cue stick rocking back and forth as he lined up his shot. Forward and back... forward and back... as he carefully aimed. And all Chad could think about was what that cue stick would feel like going back and forth in his own ass. It had been so long now. So very long! He hadn't had any pleasure since the bet ended. And he desperately needed that pleasure. But he had vowed - never again! His opponent sank the ball easily and started lining up his next shot. Forward and back... forward and back he rocked his cue stick once again before taking the shot. And once again the motion of the stick stimulated the need inside of Chad. He couldn't take it anymore! He had to get his things! He had tried so hard to be normal, but he wasn't! He needed his sissy things! He needed his sissy life! No matter what he had vowed, he couldn't go another minute without them! He left the party in his living room and headed straight for his bedroom... and entered his bedroom closet. There wasn't a sign of anything sissy in sight. He closed the closet door behind him and climbed up on a large box so he could reach the ceiling. There he opened the trap door, and all his sissy things tumbled down onto the floor around him. He found himself sitting amid a jumble of soft petticoats and high heels. But among those things was also one of his most prized possessions... the dildo he had used with Mel. He grabbed it and ran his hands lovingly over its colorful surface... back and forth. He slid his hands along its spiraled shaft. He stuck it in his mouth and licked it and sucked on it. But that wasn't how he wanted to feel it. That wasn't how he needed it. His pants were somehow gone and he placed the tip of it right against his naked asshole... and he pushed. It slid in so easily... so slippery... so sensually. And he loved it. Again and again he pushed it in and pulled it out, but while it felt so good, he simply couldn't get what he needed from it... what he wanted from it. And he never would. It was why he had packed it all up in the first place and vowed to never touch any of it again. Because... without Mel... none of it was any good. And it never would be. But still he tried. In and out... In and out. And suddenly his attention was grabbed by the sound of someone talking - just outside his closet door! His friends! What were they saying? He was forced to listen harder. "So come on down and select the car of your choice! We've got every model in stock right now and we're ready to deal. You won't find a better car deal then what we have right here!" Car deal? What was that about? And he suddenly realized that he was listening to his clock radio. With a grunt of effort, he pulled himself out of his dream and into the waking world... where he promptly forgot everything he had been dreaming about. As the pink clock radio played mindlessly in the background, he took a moment to collect himself. He was laying on his back with his pacifier in his mouth. The extra bulky cloth diapers Mel had put on him last night were far more bulky now. He couldn't bring his legs anywhere near each other if he tried... which he didn't bother to do. He had no doubt the diapers would be very heavy once he got to his feet. The bra he was wearing, that helped support the breast forms that were glued onto him, itched a bit at the side. He scratched momentarily at it. He briefly thought about the delightful baby doll nighties he sometimes wore to bed... but hadn't bothered to wear in a while now. Why not? He also had some onesies that he could wear as well. He hadn't touched those in a while either. Of course, the onesies were lockable! Maybe that was the reason. Forcing himself to roll over off of his blow-up mattress and onto the floor, he rolled to his knees where he reached over and turned off the radio. He was grateful that the days of it waking him up with overly loud rock music were now past. This was a much better way to wake up every morning. He accidentally kicked over one of the empty baby bottles on the floor nearby as he forced himself wearily to his feet. Yes, his diapers were super bulky and heavy. Messy inside too... as usual. He waddled out to his kitchen to get his required three baby bottles. He only gave a passing thought to the notes Mel used to leave him. He still missed them, but like many other things, they were past that part as well. In fact, they were past almost everything with the bet now. They only had today, which was Wednesday, and tomorrow - Thursday, to go before he could go back to normal on Friday and regain all his control. As he waddled back toward his solitary chair in his living room, he again wondered how long it would take him to regain all that control. An hour? Two hours? Maybe as much as four? The possibility that he could go two full days without being able to regain that control was unthinkable. Impossible! Of course, that was the basis of their bet. And no matter what his body was doing now. It just couldn't be done! As he sat in his one and only chair and stared mindlessly at the childishly colored pictures on the wall in front of him, he wondered how humiliating today would be. Every day since this bet had started had been totally, impossibly humiliating. Wonderfully humiliating! He amended that thought. Actually, the last few days hadn't really been that bad at all. He had done almost nothing in the last two or three days that was overtly humiliating... well, to him... now. So what would today bring? Would it be as easy as the last two days? As much as he loved and yearned for all the humiliation, he silently hoped his day would be an easy one! It was very faint, but she could still smell the aroma of the coffee brewing out in the kitchen. She opened her eyes and concentrated on it more. Yes! Fresh coffee! Which could only mean that Sissy was out there just as he was supposed to be. But how much longer would he be there for her? Today... and tomorrow? But what about the future... the future she was working so hard to make happen? She sat up in bed and called loudly for him, mentally reminding herself to invest in a small bell of some sort. And a minute later she heard the sound of his shoes as he hurried toward her. He appeared, fresh coffee in hand, dressed perfectly in his maid's uniform... just as she wanted him to be. Her maid. Her personal servant... and so much more! She thrilled as he curtseyed for her and said good morning. She was just as thrilled as he curtseyed again afterwards. She ordered her breakfast - in bed - and watched as he nearly ran out toward the kitchen. So nice. So nice. This was the life she was trying to get to. This was what she wanted. The only question now was... could she actually get it? Could she win their bet and finally make all her dreams come true? She had to! She had to! But even in the midst of her determination, that one nagging little thought made its presence known - was it really right for her to do with him what she planned? Even though she worried about it, she forced the thought from her mind to concentrate on happier things... like the fresh cup of hot coffee she was now holding in her hands - while she still hadn't even gotten out of bed! One egg sunny-side up, three strips of bacon, and a piece of toast spread with strawberry jam - all laid out nicely on the largest serving tray he could find in her cabinets- which was not really the right kind of tray to serve her breakfast in bed on, but he was doing the best he could with what he had. Very carefully, he carried the tray into her bedroom. She was sitting up in bed waiting for him, her coffee cup still in her hands. She set the cup on the nightstand next to her as he approached. He curtseyed - carefully, and set the tray down on her lap. "Thank you Sissy," she said gratefully. "Please bring me more coffee." Curtsey. "Of course," he replied before curtseying a second time. A minute later, he brought her cup back, freshly filled. He delivered it with another curtsey, then stood back out of the way. Mel started eating, but there was one little problem. "Don't you have other things to do than to stand there watching me eat?" she asked. Chad curtseyed and hurried out of the room again to leave her alone. Other things to do? Like what? While he waited for Mel, he decided to prepare his own baby cereal breakfast. At least that way Mel wouldn't have to do it and maybe she wouldn't "forget" to feed him when she came out of her bedroom. Her breakfast finished, Mel set the tray away from her on the bed and got up. She threw a light robe over her nightgown and headed for the bathroom. One nice thing about having a diapered sissy as her servant, she would never have to worry about getting into the bathroom because he might be using it. When she was finished, she went out to the kitchen to find him. He was just standing there by the counter drinking from his bottle. She noticed the bowl of baby cereal already poured out into his dish, waiting for him to be allowed to eat it. But that wasn't her first concern. "How much time do you have before your leaking deadline?" Chad removed the bottle from his mouth and quickly checked the clock. Then he curtseyed. "Twenty four minutes," he replied before curtseying again. Mel studied the clock as well. "So you've only got another nine minutes to go before you lose your reward time," she noted. Chad hated to admit it. Curtsey. "But I think my diaper is getting really close to leaking," he replied before curtseying again. "Let me see." Chad pulled up the skirt of his uniform to show her how wet his diaper was. Mel studied his diaper. "Turn around," she commanded. "Let me see the back too." As he turned for her, she saw that his diaper did indeed look like it was totally saturated, or at lest fairly close to leaking. "Pull your skirt up all the way around and leave it up so we can watch it," she told him. She glanced at his breakfast on the counter. "I don't think it will hurt for you to wait a few minutes longer before you eat. Let's see if you can get that diaper leaking first." Chad grabbed his baby bottle and started drinking furiously again. Leak! Leak! "While we're waiting," Mel said, "go get my coffee cup and refill it for me." Chad hurried off to the bedroom and grabbed not just her cup, but the whole tray from her breakfast. As he came back, he saw Mel sitting down at the kitchen table. As quickly as he could, he refilled her coffee cup and brought it to her. Then he hurried to get his baby bottle back in his mouth again. Leak! Leak! Chad drank his bottle... and Mel drank her third cup of coffee for the morning. A few minutes later, Chad's bottle emptied and he grabbed another one from the large supply in her refrigerator. Leak! Leak! Together they watched as the minute hand on the clock slowly worked its way toward his deadline. Chad desperately kept feeling around the leg openings on his diaper, but there was still no indication of any wetness escaping... yet. Chad watched in growing disappointment as the clock ticked through the final minute before he could still gain any reward time. His heart fell as the final seconds wound past. "No reward this time," Mel noted as she got up from her seat. "Better luck next time. Let's just hope you don't miss your real leaking deadline, or trust me, I'm going to make sure you really regret it! This late in the game, there should be no excuse at all! Ever!" She removed the tray from his highchair so he could climb up into it. Chad had no doubt that she would be really mad if he didn't manage to leak. He could tell his diaper was close - so very close. In fact, some of his diapers had leaked long before this state. But this one was simply being stubborn. As he started climbing up into his highchair, he felt something odd at his leg. "Wait!" he said quickly before Mel could put the tray in place. "I think I'm leaking!" His fingers probed the spot where he had felt it. "Yes!" he declared. "Right here!" Mel looked, but she had to look hard to see it. But... it was there - a tiny bit of a leak. She smiled. "Just missed, didn't you," she said with a chuckle. Chad didn't think it was that funny. His thoughts were running more in the direction that the diaper had somehow done that purposely to him... just to tease him. "Go change quickly now," Mel told him. "And as usual, your next time period has already started." While Chad was locked in his highchair "enjoying" his breakfast, Mel headed for the bathroom to get showered before getting dressed. She seriously thought about having Sissy help her with her bath again, but she needed something to do for a few minutes to fill her time so she decided the bath would have to wait for another day... better not wait much longer though, tomorrow might be the end of it all! By the time she was finished with her shower, Sissy was done eating. She quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a top before releasing him. "Go clean up my bedroom first," she told him. "Then you can come back to the kitchen while I get dressed." Curtsey, "Yes Mistress," Chad replied before curtseying again and sticking another baby bottle back into his mouth as he hurried off toward her bedroom. Before she got dressed? She was already dressed! Dressed for what? That was the question... and something about that question bothered him... or was that worried him? Mel poured herself yet another cup of coffee and carried it into the living room to sit with it. But her mind was now focused on the day ahead. Tomorrow was going to be a fairly busy day. It had to be since tomorrow was the last day she had before their bet ended. Tomorrow would hold lots of business she'd rather not have to attend to, but would be all too necessary - unfortunately. But today? Today she planned on something else entirely. Now her biggest worry was... what should she wear? It had to be... special! When Chad finished in her bedroom, she banished him to the kitchen to clean up there while she headed straight for her closet. What to wear? What to wear? She pawed through most of the clothes before she found one little item that she decided she simply had to include - the tiny little silver flecked skirt that she had forced Chad to wear to the poker game. She had made him wear it one other time to work as well, but this time she would wear it and let him see how it looked on her. The damn thing was a nuisance since it kept riding up constantly, but today... all the better! The black patent stiletto heels she wore with her business suit yesterday were also a must. She tried to picture what some of those dominant women in the pictures on the internet wore. She didn't own any leather like most of them. She didn't even own a whip! She would have to make due with whatever she could find in her closet. She spent more time on her makeup than usual, trying for just the right effect. It wasn't her usual look, that was for sure! Her hair wasn't that difficult since she pulled it back... maybe a bit more severely than usual. Then she started dressing. She had to search through her underwear drawer to find the one and only thong she owned. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing a woman like her usually wore to work! A pushup bra was added and a top that exposed enough that if it revealed any more she would have never worn it. Then the skirt and the shoes were added. Finally a few pieces of jewelry to complete the look. She studied herself carefully in the mirror. She was mostly concerned because she didn't want to look like a hooker! But fortunately, she thought she came just short of that - she hoped. Did she look dominant enough though? She hoped so. That was what she was really after. What she was wearing was the best she could come up with under the circumstances. She only hoped that Sissy would appreciate her efforts! But now it was time for Sissy. Now it was time for the fun to begin! As she studied herself in the mirror, she did her best to put a "wicked" smile on her face and tried to exude an air of total command and dominance. Then she opened her bedroom door and strode out to find him. He was still in the kitchen, doing nothing except drinking again from one of his baby bottles - as he should be. She needed something to say as she "presented" herself before him. It was the first thing that popped into her head. "Are you leaking yet?" Chad stared at his mistress in astonishment. Her question was... unexpected... only because he had just changed his diaper a little while ago. As he curtseyed to answer, his eyes were still taking in everything about her. She was so... different! The little skirt she was wearing - the one she had made him wear... the "nuisance" skirt, wasn't lost on him at all. "Not yet Mistress," he replied before curtseying again. Was it his imagination, or did she look a bit more... dominant today? What was going on? She hadn't mentioned anything happening that she would have to get so dressed up for. Mel put her hands on her hips and stared at him disapprovingly. She wished she had one of those riding crops that some of the women in those pictures carried. "I'm afraid it won't do Sissy," she said. "It simply won't do!" Chad was totally bewildered... and worried. What wouldn't do? But before he could ask, she was speaking again. "I'm afraid that dress you're wearing isn't going to be acceptable today." Chad looked down at his dress. His apron seemed to be perfect... maybe not so perfectly pressed anymore, but he had been working in it for a while now. What did she expect? He could only look up at her questioningly. Was she going to punish him for something he knew nothing about? He would have asked, but she turned abruptly around and was walking away. "Let's go Sissy," she said, not bothering to look back. Chad followed, totally bewildered. At the door, she grabbed her purse and had him get his diaper bag and purse as well. Then she turned and stared at him with a rather studious expression on her face. "Hmmm..." Mel mused out loud. She turned abruptly and headed back toward the kitchen again. "Bring your diaper bag Sissy." Chad's head was starting to spin. He had no idea what was going on, but he dutifully followed her back to the kitchen - where he saw her open the cabinet that held all his baby food. "Give me your diaper bag," Mel said, barely turning toward him. As soon as she got it, she started pulling jar after colorful jar of the infant food out of the cabinet and dropping them straight into the diaper bag. Chad was... and he wasn't... surprised to see her grabbing the baby food. The part that really worried him now was that it meant they would be eating out in public again somewhere - and that part naturally worried him. What really worried him the most was the amount of baby food she was putting in the bag. How long were they going to be gone? And after the baby food, he watched as she went to the refrigerator and grabbed six more bottles of her green tea. With a rather haughty air, Mel dropped the bottles into his diaper bag and started striding out again. "Grab the bag Sissy and let's go." Chad grabbed the now very heavy bag and lugged it out toward the living room... where he saw Mel entering the bathroom. She came out a moment later with a large stack of disposable diapers in her hand. "We better pack these as well," she said as she handed all the diapers to Sissy. Chad had to struggle to get them all into the now very overly loaded diaper bag. By the time he was done, Mel had the door open and was waiting on him to follow. With more than a bit of trepidation, he stood and followed her out the door. Where were they going? All that extra stuff in his bag? And his uniform was not unacceptable? He thought she was heading for her car, but she stopped in front of his door instead and stood back like she was waiting for something... rather impatiently. "Let's go Sissy. Get this thing unlocked so we can get moving!" What was going on? Chad hurried to do as she wanted. Now if she was just explain... But a moment later, he had set the heavy diaper bag and his purse on the floor and was following her straight back to his bedroom. "Get that uniform off. And hurry!" Mel ordered as she headed for his closet. Chad quickly started to worry about what she planned for him to wear instead of his uniform. As he got the dress off, his fears were confirmed as she produced his blue and white sissy dress. Not again! And what did she have planned for today? Having little choice in the matter, he put the silly dress on, along with the pretty white anklet socks and the blue little girl shoes that went with the dress. Once again, he felt totally silly... just like a proper sissy - he guessed. He hated it - he loved it... and he was horribly worried about where they might be going and what Mel was planning on doing. He just knew that the last two days had been all too easy! Was she about to make up for that today? It was certainly starting to look like it! While Sissy was dressing, Mel picked up his pink sissy dress from the floor of his closet and carried out to the front door. The inner skirts of the dress had gotten wet when he had leaked all over them while he was sleeping in her father's office yesterday morning. Among other things they were going to do today, the dress would have to be taken to be cleaned. When Sissy was dressed, Mel took him into his bathroom and made some very minor adjustments to his makeup. Then she went back to his bedroom where she found his big white hair-bow and stuck that in his hair on top of his head. She stood back to check how he looked. Then she nodded. "Much better!" she declared with authority. "Now you look more like the total sissy you really are. There will be no hiding it today!" Her words sent both dread and thrill through Sissy's body. What was going on? "Okay Sissy. Grab your sissy purse and let's go." It took Chad only a moment to transfer a few of his things from his regular purse into the tiny sissy purse she made him carry. The little thing was so small that it couldn't hold much at all. He grabbed his diaper bag and the dress that needed cleaning, and he was ready to leave - physically, not mentally. "I hope you have a pacifier in that thing!" Mel told him rather sternly. Chad gulped at the tone of her voice before he curtseyed. "Yes Mistress!" "Better grab one of your bottles out of your diaper bag," she told him next. "You can start drinking it as soon as we get to the car." With that, she turned and opened his door and walked out. Chad quickly dug past the extra diapers he had just put in the diaper bag on top of everything else and found one of the extra bottles. He had to hurry to catch up to Mel who was already descending the stairs down to her car. He was outside now... in public again... and again he was out wearing one of his silly sissy dresses. One of the problems with his sissy dresses was that they were so outrageous, and the skirts were so big and puffy, that they simply screamed for attention. There was no way that anyone could look at him and not know that he was anything but a sissy... a big sissy. And in that outfit, hiding behind anything would be pretty much out of the question! There was another problem with his dress as well, while it wasn't as bad as his other sissy dresses, it still wouldn't take much at all for anyone to see that he was wearing a diaper under it. Just the slightest wrong move was all it would take. But where were they going? What did she have in mind? He knew they were stopping at the cleaners again, that much was obvious. But what about anything else? While Sissy sat in the front seat sucking on his bottle, Mel drove out of the parking lot and headed for the dry cleaners - the same one they had used last time. When they arrived, she had Sissy grab his dress that needed cleaning and take it inside. She followed just so she could watch. It was obvious to Chad that he was recognized as he walked in. But then, the last time he had been here he had been wearing one of his silly dresses as well. As far as he was concerned, there was no way they wouldn't recognize him! The same man was at the counter again, and as he approached, he saw a few other heads poke out to watch too. Once again, he was putting on a show. So... He curtseyed. "I need thith cweaned pweath," he lisped in his silly sissy voice to the man as he laid his pink sissy dress on the counter. Then he curtseyed again. The man watched it all with a broad smile on his face. "Do you want one hour service?" Chad had to look back at Mel for that answer. Mel shook her head. "Later this afternoon will be fine," she replied. Chad turned back toward the guy... but he was just looking back as if he was still waiting for some kind of answer, although it also looked like he was definitely doing everything he could not to crack up laughing. "Well?" the man asked again, "One hour service or not?" he asked, acting like he hadn't heard a word that Mel had said. Chad wanted to let out a big sigh, but he didn't. Curtsey. "No, we'ww get it waita dith aftanoon," he replied in his silly voice again before curtseying one more time. The man ripped off half of the ticket and handed it to Chad who took it and curtseyed again. "We look forward to seeing you later," the man said to Chad. Chad merely curtseyed again and said "Thank you," before curtseying one more time and walking out. Mel flashed the man behind the counter a big grin as she walked out as well. At least that was easy, Chad thought as he got back into the car and put the bottle back in his mouth. But now where would they be going? Mel had a number of stops planned for the day... all of them designed to keep Sissy out in public... out in the spotlight. And she figured the most obvious place they could start would be the mall again. That should eat up a major portion of the day. She was only a short distance from the mall when her phone rang. "Hello?" she answered as she drove. "Mel," Andrea's voice came over the phone. "Sorry to bother you today, but Harry Feinbaum is calling for you and he's being pretty insistent on talking to you right away." "Harry Feinbaum? Right away?" "As I said, he was pretty insistent." Mel mentally groaned. She wondered what could possibly be wrong now. There was no way that Sunshine Corporation could have done much with that contract yet. And why the big rush? "Okay, she finally replied, I'll call him." "Do you need his number?" Andrea asked. "Yeah, better give it to me." Mel listened as Andrea rattled off the phone number to call. Then she said goodbye to Andrea and dialed the new number. She naturally got his secretary first, but it was only a moment before she got put through to him. "Mr. Feinbaum," Mel said. "You need something?" she asked as she drove toward the mall. "How soon can you be here?" Harry Feinbaum asked. Be there? "What's the problem?" Mel asked. "I can't see how Sunshine can have put anything together yet for us to deal with." "They haven't," Harry confirmed. "This is something different." "But I have other plans for today," Mel protested. She quickly thought about what she was wearing as well. "And I'm not exactly dressed for the office right now." "Sorry Mel," Harry said. "I don't want to talk over the phone and I think you're going to want to come in as soon as possible for this. In fact, right now would be a very good time! And I don't really care what you're wearing. Your secretary told me you were taking some days off." Mel sighed. What was she going to do? "Where are you?" Harry suddenly asked. Mel looked around. The mall was just ahead and she had just pulled into the lane to turn into it. "I'm just driving into the mall parking lot." She told him. "Then you're only five minutes away. Come here first. I'll be expecting you." A moment later, Mel realized he had hung up on her. She wanted to slap her steering wheel in frustration. Of all the worst timing! She had today all planned for nothing but fun and amusement... and now Harry Feinbaum was calling and needed her to work. And as her father so often said, you don't say no to old man Feinbaum! As she pulled into the mall parking lot and turned around to go back out again, a new worry hit her. What was she going to do with Sissy? She was only five minutes from Feinbaum's office now - and he was expecting her soon. What was she going to do with Sissy? As she drove she tried to think, but her thoughts were too confused. What problem did Harry have for her now? And why now - now that she was so close to being done with this bet? Just a few more days and she would have much more time to deal with anything Harry Feinbaum threw her way. She pulled into Feinbaum's parking lot and took one of the guest spaces... and she sat staring out the front windshield of her car. She wasn't dressed for this! What would Harry... and all the rest of them think of her when they saw the sexy way she had dressed today? That wasn't good! And what about Sissy? She supposed he was going to have to wait for her in the car. No telling how long this might take though. She looked over at him to tell him to wait in the car. He was sitting there looking at her, baby bottle still in his mouth, looking totally confused. She was sure he had no idea what was going on right now. "I have to go inside for a little while," she told him. "I'm afraid I wasn't planning on this. You can..." The sudden look of surprise on Sissy's face happened just as she herself realized someone was standing on the sidewalk in front of the car looking at them. She turned and saw Dick Feinbaum starting to raise his hand to wave to her... and then he stopped and seemed to stare into the car with a puzzled expression on his face. Damn! And worse, he was now heading directly for her. Feeling very embarrassed, she rolled down her window. "I know dad was wanting to speak to you today," Dick said somewhat uncertainly. As he spoke, Mel noticed that his eyes never left Sissy. "Yeah. Um... I wasn't expecting to have to do any... business today," she replied. Dick nodded. "I see," he said, still looking at Sissy. He finally turned his eyes back to Mel. "Are you coming inside?" he asked. Hating life, Mel nodded. "Yeah. I'm here now." She turned back to Sissy. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She saw Sissy barely nod. At least he had lowered his bottle to his lap so it wasn't so visible. The look on his face showed that he was somewhat terrified. This time, she knew how he felt. "You may as well have... um... him... come inside too." Dick said. "No use waiting out here." This was not good and Mel knew it. But she nodded toward Sissy and opened her own car door to get out. Sissy was slower to react. "Just bring your purse," she told Sissy quietly. "Leave your bottle here," she added. Then she climbed out of the car and tugged her skirt down into place again. Dick closed the door for her as Sissy was slowly opening his own door. "I can't wait to hear about this," Dick said softly as he headed back to the sidewalk ahead. Mel wasn't at all sure what she was going to tell him... or anybody. How exactly was she going to explain it? She was actually growing a bit angry over the fact that she was going to have to deal with explaining it... somehow. Chad wasn't at all sure what was going on. Mel had gotten a phone call and he knew from the one-sided conversation he had heard that it had something to do with work. Then Mel had turned around at the mall and headed here instead. He could see by the sign on the building that it was another law firm... one that he had heard Mel talk about before. And he knew without a doubt that Mel wasn't happy about being here right now. And so neither was he. This was not something she had planned. And by the way Mel was acting, he had a feeling that this was something that could be very bad for Mel. So whatever this was, it wasn't going to be fun! His nervousness and fear growing, he got out of the car. Dick Feinbaum looked Sissy over very carefully as they waited for him to walk from the car up to the sidewalk, but he said nothing about him. Instead he turned and started walking toward the door. Mel fell in beside him and Sissy continued to follow nervously behind. "I noticed you're looking especially... sexy today," Dick told Mel. "Big day planned?" "Something like that," Mel admitted as they headed toward the building. "What's going on?" she asked. "I better let Dad handle that!" Dick replied. There was something in his voice that made Mel think he wasn't sounding too sure about something. She had a pretty good idea of exactly why that was. And oddly, she found that it perturbed her more than anything else. For heaven's sake! She didn't want to come here today! She was supposed to have this day off! She had other things planned! They entered the building and she followed him through the lobby toward the elevator, where they had to wait. Why today of all days? Why today? Why today when she had planned to finally spend some time with Sissy and have some fun? Why today when she had dressed so... provocatively? And why today when she had Sissy in tow... dressed as outrageously as possible. Why today? The more she thought about it, the angrier she seemed to feel. These men never seemed to hesitate to call on her whenever they liked - no matter what she was doing. None of them seemed to care in the least about her personal concerns! This bet between Sissy and herself was the biggest thing in her life right now. And lately, everything in the world seemed to be stacking up against her. Why? She was getting awfully tired of it! And all the distractions seemed to be coming from men! Feinbaum, Derek, and Ray! She had business to attend to with Sissy, and she had let them all distract her from it... and from her goals! No, from her dreams! The elevator finally reached the bottom floor and the door opened... and something inside of Mel snapped - into place! She stood up extra straight and turned towards Sissy. "Where's your pacifier? Put it in your mouth where it belongs!" Dick Feinbaum had stepped into the elevator. He turned quickly and watched, unbelievingly, as Mel ordered... her friend... to pull a pacifier out and stick it in his mouth. And unbelievingly, her... friend... did it! "Um... this may not be the proper..." He got no further as Mel turned on him with a rather angry look in her eyes. "I didn't ask to come here today," she said sternly. "I had other things planned! Things that are more important to me than some damn contract! If you don't like it, then I'll be more than happy to leave right now!" Totally taken aback by her sudden change in behavior, Dick stepped back a bit and held the elevator door. "Maybe we better continue this upstairs." Boldly, Mel stepped into the elevator. Not so boldly, Sissy followed and the elevator doors closed behind them. Mel wasn't finished though. She turned to Sissy. "Sissy, this is Dick Feinbaum. Please introduce yourself to him properly." Chad could actually feel the pee leaking out of him as he nervously curtseyed right there in the small elevator and plucked his pacifier out of his mouth. "Hewwo Mithew Feinbaum. My name ith Thithy." Then he stuck his pacifier back in his mouth and curtseyed again. Dick Feinbaum didn't know if he should laugh or be totally angry... of if he should feel offended by what Mel was suddenly doing - right here in their offices. What he really felt now... was uncertainty. He was saved from answering by the elevator doors opening. Mel didn't even wait. The moment the doors were open, she strode boldly out toward the pool of desks where many of the paralegals and secretaries worked. Harry Feinbaum's office was at the far end of the long hall. Mel turned directly toward Sissy again. "Sissy, please say hello to each of these nice people here... one at a time." Dick Feinbaum was aghast. "Um... maybe you shouldn't..." "I'd much rather leave right now!" Mel cut him off sternly. She turned to Sissy again to get him moving. "Sissy..." "Um... Dad's office is up this way," Dick told her, trying to prevent what was about to happen. "I know where it is. I've been there before," Mel replied casually. "We'll get there... eventually. Sissy! Everybody's waiting." As Chad nervously started to curtsey, Dick mumbled. "Um... I better go warn my father!" Mel merely waved her arm, dismissing him as she watched Sissy saying hello to an astonished woman at the first desk he came to. Chad curtseyed, plucked the pacifier from his mouth, and lisped his sissy hello to everyone there... separately of course. He felt so totally foolish. Some of them laughed... especially the women. But most of them stared at him in total wide-eyed disbelief. What was up with Mel today? Right downstairs at the elevator she had suddenly become totally dominant again... in a way he had never seen her before. Dick Feinbaum hurried to his father's office. He didn't care if anyone was in there with him or not. He simply barged in. Two minutes later, both Feinbaums left the office to see what was going on. His private secretary wasn't at her desk, she was further down the hall watching the incredibly odd-ball show that was happening among the paralegal desks. Every doorway had people standing and looking down the hall as well. Mel almost laughed... it would have been a rather wicked laugh if she had, but she held herself just short of letting it out. This little outburst of hers might end her career as an attorney, but right now, she didn't really care. She had had enough, and right now she was enjoying being drunk with power! Besides, if she wanted, she never really had to work a day in her life. She watched as Sissy said hello to the last person in the common area. But before he could get much further, she said, "Sissy, do you remember how to do 'Mary Had a Little Lamb?' Please show everyone how precious you can do it." Chad was nearly beside himself. What was going on with Mel? This was not the place for this kind of activity! He looked at her for a moment for confirmation... but his confirmation came from the look of total power and domination she seemed to be sending out in all directions... not just at him! He turned back to everyone in the room, curtseyed again and plucked the pacifier from his mouth. "Mawy had a widdew wamb..." Mel felt nothing but pride and satisfaction at watching Sissy behave so absurdly as he entertained everyone. Let them think what they might. Right now, she didn't care! If anyone didn't like it, then tough! Harry Feinbaum watched the proceedings carefully, the expression on his face was rather pinched with concern. Nothing escaped his practiced eyes. As the flake in the oddball dress finished reciting Mary Had a Little Lamb, he turned and headed slowly back to his office, leaving his son Dick and everyone else to continue watching the show. He heard several phones ringing as he walked. Ringing that didn't get answered. He stopped next to his astonished personal secretary who was also in the hall watching the show. "Send her straight in to me... if she ever gets that far," he said to her. His secretary, her mouth wide open, barely nodded. Harry went back to his office. There were many doorways along the hallway, and Mel had Sissy stop in each one and greet everyone they met. By the time they finally got up to the desk of Feinbaum's personal secretary, Mel had lost count of the many times Sissy had been forced to amuse everyone... and one last time, she made Sissy greet the secretary... who was standing next to her desk looking totally astonished. "Mr. Feinbaum said for you to go straight in," she said to Mel as soon as Sissy had finished and the baby's pacifier was back in his mouth. Mel smiled. "Thank you," she said. Then she turned to Sissy again. "Sissy, please wait here and keep everyone amused. I shouldn't be too long." With that, she headed straight for the closed door ahead of her. Chad was only surprised that she wasn't going to bring him inside with her. The woman standing by her desk couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. With her eyes still locked on him, he watched as she made her way around to the back of her desk where she started to sit... before standing again. "Um... can I get you anything while you wait?" she asked. It was the proper thing she asked any of the people who had to wait to see Harry Feinbaum. Curtsey. Remove the pacifier. "No thank you," Sissy lisped again. Pacifier... curtsey. Still totally unnerved, the secretary sat down at her desk, where she continued to stare unbelievingly at Sissy... and ignore the ringing phone next to her. Mel entered Harry Feinbaum's office and closed the door behind her. As soon as she did, most of the bravado she had felt earlier seemed to fall right out of her. What had she done? Ruined her career, that's what! Harry Feinbaum was watching her closely from his chair behind his desk. She tried to summon up some of the courage she had just been drunk with a moment ago, but this time it felt more like playacting. She approached toward the chairs that faced his desk, more aware than ever of the somewhat provocative way she was dressed in front of this important man. "That was... unusual," Harry said, breaking the silence. Mel searched for all the courage she could muster. "Sorry about that," she said with more bravado than she really felt. And suddenly she found herself saying the same thing she had said to Dick Feinbaum earlier... only with a lot more respect! "I didn't ask to come here today. As you can see, I had other plans." "Yes, I have no doubt you did," Harry replied... sarcastically. He looked up as his son slipped into the office and took a seat in the sitting area further away. He was only there to watch. "My other plans... were important to me too," Mel continued. "I know the importance of these contracts... and everything else you do here. And I don't mean that much disrespect... but what I am doing with Sissy out there, is very important too... to me!" Suddenly she was feeling a bit more sure of herself again. If she was going to end her career, she might as well go out with a bang. "Believe it or not, what I'm doing with him is directly related to me achieving personal goals that I've only dreamed of. And those goals are now firmly in sight and almost within my grasp. And I'm not going to let them slip away!" She backed her voice down a bit. "So if you still want my help with something... and I'm fairly sure you don't anymore... then I'm going to need until sometime next week before I can give you the time whatever it is deserves." Dick Feinbaum waited for it. Surprisingly, he found himself waiting a long time as both his father and Mel seemed to enter a staring contest at each other... a contest that neither of them was backing down from. And then, to his astonishment, his father laughed! Harry Feinbaum turned toward his son Dick. "She's gonna' be perfect!" Dick was totally surprised. Perfect? What was his father talking about? How could he possibly think she would be perfect? Harry turned to Mel again. "The reason I asked you here today was not because of another contract. The reason you're here is because we have a major spot on our staff to fill and every one of us thought you'd be the perfect candidate for it!" Mel was suddenly shaken. Harry Feinbaum was offering her a job? "Not only did you prove your worth by finding those impossible clauses in the Sunshine deal, but I watched you, you weren't one bit afraid of Slatter when he came over to talk to you. You stood right up to him and didn't back down one bit. And that's the kind of person we need here... someone with guts!" He waved momentarily toward the door. "And that little show out there... well... somehow I have a feeling that you just showed the rest of the lunkheads that work here that you're not going to be someone they can push around. And that's another thing we're going to need, someone strong enough to handle this job and some of the damn obstacles that get thrown at us every day!" He chuckled. "Although I can just imagine the kind of things they're going to say about you... some of which you're probably not going to like, but all of it most likely will only help you in the long run." He leaned forward across his desk with a big smile on his face. "So what do you say? Deal? You fill our vacancy - right now... or next week when you're ready. Whatever you like." Across the room, Dick Feinbaum's face bore nothing but disbelief. He was sure his father would have thrown her out after what she had just done. Mel's face bore the same disbelief. And now Harry Feinbaum wanted an answer. She took a deep breath to compose herself before speaking... after the shock she had just gotten, she needed it! "Mr. Feinbaum... one of the first things my father taught me when I became an attorney was to never say no to Harry Feinbaum..." Harry grunted. "I think I've always heard that a bit differently. Don't they usually say, never say no to 'old man' Feinbaum?" Mel smiled. "Something like that." "Good then!" Harry declared suddenly. He looked back over toward his son who was still watching with disbelief. "She's gonna be perfect! Just what we need around here. Someone who can breathe some new life in this place!" "Mr. Feinbaum!" Mel interrupted. She waited until she had his attention. "You never say no to 'old man' Feinbaum... as you put it. But I'm saying no." Harry's expression turned to disbelief. "You're saying no?" Mel nodded. "The answer is no. I'm a very dominant person, as you've probably noticed from the way I came in here. I'm not the kind of person who likes to take orders from anyone. I don't particularly like anyone constantly telling me what to do. I'm the type who likes to give the orders! I like telling everyone else what to do. And in the last few months, I've come to realize that fact more than ever... believe me! "Don't get me wrong, I would be very honored to work here, but I could never be truly happy. I want to be the boss! And where I am now, I am the boss, and I intend to stay the boss. So for that reason, I'm saying no. I'm sorry." Harry stared at her for a long time... almost as long as the bit of a staring match the two had engaged in earlier. Then he grunted a laugh and smiled as he shook his head. "And that's... exactly what your father told me a long time ago." His smile broadened. "And as such, I think this firm can once again resume subcontracting to your firm like we used to with your father. Can we make a deal on that?" Mel smiled. "Nothing would make me happier." Chad had a problem. Mel had been in the office much longer than he thought she would. The crazy secretary had finally stopped staring at him... at least not quite so constantly... and she had even finally answered the phone. But his problem was that a few minutes ago, he had felt a bit of pee leaking out from his diaper. It was only a tiny bit, not enough to rush down his leg yet, but he could still feel it. If Mel didn't get out of there soon, he was going to have a big problem on his hands because then it would be rushing down his leg. Why was it that some of his diapers could be so stubborn when it came to leaking... and now, of all times, this one wasn't! The door finally opened, and Mel walked out... looking happier than she had when she had walked in. "Everything okay out here?" she asked offhandedly. Chad curtseyed, much to the secretary's amusement again, and removed the pacifier from his mouth. "Not quite," he replied softly as Mel was about to walk right past him. He put the pacifier back in his mouth and curtseyed again. Mel stopped in her tracks. "What's the problem?" she asked with some concern. Curtsey... pacifier. "I'm leaking," Chad replied very softly. Pacifier... curtsey. "What?" Mel replied. He had spoken so softly she hadn't heard him. Chad sighed, then curtseyed and removed his pacifier again. "I'm leaking," he said a little louder before plugging his mouth and curtseying again. "You're leaking?" Mel asked. She smiled. "Pull your dress up. Let me see." In full view of the secretary behind the desk, Chad grabbed the front of all his skirts as best as he could. The tiny purse he had to hold in his hand didn't help matters, but he was still able to grab all his skirts and pull them up... completely exposing the soggy diaper he was wearing underneath. Mel took the time to stare at his soaked diaper for a few moments, knowing that it would be terribly humiliating for Sissy to expose it that way. "Very good, Sissy," she said. "Keep those skirts pulled up just like that till we get back to the car. I'm sure everyone will want to see how wet your diaper is." With that, she purposely strode back down the hall... back toward the elevator. She didn't have to look at Harry's secretary to know she was probably having a fit. She would now have even more to remember this little visit. Chad had no choice but to continue to hold his skirts up high as he now followed Mel back to the elevator again. He felt horribly embarrassed, but at least they were now heading back out to the car and it would all soon be over. He was glad to be able to turn his back to everyone as they reached the elevator and Mel pushed the button to call for it again. Once again Mel had to wait for the slow elevator. She looked over at Sissy standing next to her, his face turned embarrassedly down toward the floor, his skirts still held high exposing the front of his overly soggy diaper. "Turn around," she told him. "Show everyone behind us how wet your diaper is." Chad wanted to die! Slowly, he turned all the way around so that everyone in the desks behind him would be able to see. But his eyes never left the floor. Knowing how embarrassing it would be for him, she said, "Walk around, Sissy. Go show everyone up close how wet you are right now." Chad couldn't believe it! How could she possibly... He heard the elevator ding as it arrived and the door opened. He turned toward it instead. "It can wait, Sissy," Mel said sternly. "I'm sure all these nice people would like to see how wet that diaper you're wearing is before we leave." Chad not only felt himself peeing again in humiliation, he now felt that pee starting to run quickly down his leg! Slowly and embarrassedly, he approached the woman at the first desk. He didn't stop, he just slowly walked past her towards the desk behind her. "Oh my God!" the woman exclaimed. "He's not only soaked, he's leaking!" One by one, every person in the area got a good view of Sissy's soggy leaking diaper. He had never felt so ashamed in his life as he walked slowly around through all the desks. He was very grateful to finally get back to the elevator where Mel was now holding the door open. He didn't pause in the least as he entered the thing and stood facing the back wall. "Turn around Sissy so they can all see you," Mel ordered, still holding the door wide open. Feeling totally ashamed, Chad slowly turned back around to face everyone again. With a big smile on her face, Mel gave a quick wave to everyone watching and let the elevator door close. Chad just continued to hold his skirts up and stare at the elevator floor. And all too soon, the door opened again and Mel stepped out. Part of Chad wanted to stay right where he was... somewhat hidden. But that wouldn't work very well. He followed Mel back out into the lobby, where several people paused to stare at the two as they headed for the doors. Chad was ever so glad when they reached Mel's car again, even though she wouldn't let him get in. Right there in the parking lot, she removed his soggy diaper and replaced it with a fresh one. As she did it, Chad didn't want to look up to see if anyone was watching from the upper floor windows. Enough people had seen him as it was. At least he had a dry diaper on again. "An hour and forty-five," Mel said as she finished taping his new diaper in place. "You can lower your dress now and wrap up that old diaper." She left him standing there next to her car as she went around to the driver's side and got in. Chad quickly took care of his old diaper and got in the car as well. He was so glad to get somewhat out of sight. He wasn't as glad when Mel held out his baby bottle for him to take and start drinking again. Mel started the car and backed out of the parking place. "Well," she said as she put the car in gear to go forward, "that was interesting." Ray was feeling a bit woozy and tired again, but this time it wasn't because of alcohol. The tiger had been out for blood last night - his blood! They had made love for hours... if you could call that making love. And not once did she let him cum! Not once! It was more like she was punishing him for what he had done with Mel. And the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that's exactly what had gone on. But it had certainly been lots of fun. Mostly. And today he was certainly feeling the effects from it. And just before they had finally parted last night, she had told him that she expected him to take her out for a very expensive dinner Saturday night and maybe some dancing as well. She had also made a point to tell him not to call her before then, just pick her up Saturday night. She had been awfully demanding... but at least she was still speaking to him. So she was now the first and only date he had set up for the entire week! And oddly, he had no inclination to ask anyone else out before that. He put it down to being so worn out from last night. But thinking about Gloria made him think about Mel as well... the rich one! He had certainly blown that deal! Damn it! And naturally, thinking about Mel, made him remember Chad... or Sissy. What kind of bet had they entered that would have that kind of consequences? Geez it had to be really something for Chad to go through what he was. Major consequences! He figured that since Mel was a lawyer, Chad had to be afraid of some kind of legal backing behind her - as unlikely as that sounded. And the one and only thing that he could think of that might account for Chad having to put up with being dressed as a woman... and be her damn maid... was money! Big money! Major money! Chad had just gotten divorced. Had Chad been desperate enough to take a risk on something in order to get a big wad of cash? No matter how he looked at it, it was still the only thing he could think of. It had to be the reason! But... he just wasn't sure! Chad was out for the rest of the week so he couldn't easily ask him. Robin didn't seem to know either. He would have asked Derek again, but yesterday Derek had spent all day working at the job site and he was supposed to be there all day again today. In fact, Derek was scheduled to be there all week. So asking Derek was out. So who could he ask? Chad was out. Derek was out. He wasn't about to ask Gloria about it, that was for sure! And of course he certainly wasn't going to phone Mel to ask her either. And Chad's coworker Robin didn't know either... or she had said she didn't know much. But "much" meant that she probably did know some things. But what? He checked the clock, most of the company women would be down in the break room right now, including Robin. No time like the present! Getting up from his desk, he headed for the break room. Robin chatted animatedly with the other women. She had been early again for break this morning, just as she had been for every break period all week. And just like all the others, she would be among the last to go back to her desk. She noticed Ray walking into the room and immediately remembered the odd conversation she had had with him earlier. Since she hadn't heard anything more, she had hoped the subject had been closed and she had tried to put it out of her mind. But now... now it looked like he was heading straight for her. She immediately began to worry. Ray saw Robin sitting in the middle of the large group of women, all of them chatting like crazy hens! He was going to single Robin out to talk with her privately again, but he changed his mind. Chad had been sitting and talking with all the women for the last few months. Maybe talking to more than just Robin might yield him a few more answers. Putting his broad "charming" smile on his face, he approached the bunch, immediately catching their attention and ending their various conversations. "Good morning ladies," he said as if he was appreciating the "attributes" of each and every one of them - which he was. "How are you all this morning?" "Hello Ray," several of them replied. "I'm available tonight, if you're asking," one of the women added. "And tomorrow night... and the next... and... whenever you want." Ray smiled directly at her. "Don't worry, I'll remember that." Robin had no doubt that he would. But what did he want? She was very worried about that. Ray turned his gaze around the table to smile at each of them. "I'm hoping you can all help me with something that has me a bit puzzled," he told them. Robin braced herself. She had a pretty good idea what he was going to ask about. Ray was continuing, "I know now that Chad has been dressing like a woman for the last two months because he los