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Escorted Out By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers "Oh you finally answered! I've been calling you all morning," Craig spoke as Julian answered the phone. "You ok man? That was pretty rough last night." "Dude, I was passed out," replied Julian, flipping off the covers. "I'm just getting out of bed and my head is killing me." "Your head?" laughed Craig. "I figured it was more your back or your ass, after the bouncers tossed you half way across the street. You really better learn to control your liquor and not hit on girls whose boyfriends own the club" "Like I knew any of that shit?" Julian peed as he talked on the phone. "I'm so sick of all this crap. Especially all these fucking nasty bitches." "Well, maybe dont hit on the hottest girls there?" said Craig. "Maybe lower your standards a bit, or try meeting girls somewhere beside these trendy asshole filled clubs." "Come on, chicks at the clubs are looking to party," said Julian. "If you meet girls at other places, then you know the deal. They want a relationship, settle down and all that other crap. At this time in my life, all I want to do is just party and have some fun." "Yeah?" said Craig shaking his head. "And how's that working for you buddy?" "I know. I know, but I'm not lowering myself going out with some desperate frumpy chicks," said Julian sighing and then pausing. "But I really am tired of going to bed with just me and my right hand you know. Fucking sucks!" "Listen, you want me to set you up?" said Craig. "No thanks," said Julian. "I don't need anyone's help. I'm just in a little bit of a rut. That's all." "You sure," said Craig. "I owe you big time for helping me move, and the stocks you gave me are kicking ass. Plus the freaking crazy tip on the horses you gave me. I made a bundle on that." "Yeah and you probably blew most of it partying, and on that convertible," said Julian. " I know that dating Arianna must have been expensive, even if you two didn't last that long together. She was one hot blonde." "Expensive," giggled Craig. "That's an understatement. Why, you want to meet her?" "Seriously?" said Julian. "You'd hook me up with your ex-girlfriend. She's freaking smoking hot, but wouldn't that bother you? I mean I think it would be too weird for both of us, even if she were interested in me. Did she ask about me?" "Ok... well just keep this between us ok?" said Craig, hesitating. "She was expensive because I paid for her." "No way!" said Julian. "A hooker. She was a hooker?" "No, no chill on that," said Craig, calming him down. "I mean it was like that, but not exactly. She's an escort. Meaning its not just sex. I mean it can be, but in reality it's way more expensive and you get a lot more." "What more is there?" said Craig, teasing his buddy. "You fucking let us all believe you were dating a hot chick and she was a freaking hooker. That's the deal, right?" "Dude, I just told you," said Craig, backpedaling. "I mean we weren't dating... dating of course. But we enjoyed some amazing dates and conversations and times together." "And screwing right?" said Julian. "Yeah and that," said Craig with a laugh. "But not always. Sometimes I just paid for the time being together like on a date and other times.. you know everything. It really just depends what you want." "And you want to hook me up with your hooker!" said Julian annoyed. "Thanks, but no thanks bud. No way am I putting my dick anywhere yours has been." "Whatever, but don't say I didn't offer?" said Craig. "But it wouldn't have to be Arianna, and I doubt that was even her real name anyway. They've got a ton of options, and you can go down there and choose whatever you want. But hey it's your loss. Call me once your headache goes away and we'll try some other stupid club tonight." As they hung up, Julian popped a few pills and crashed on his couch, watching some college football half zoned out in his boxers. He munched on mostly junkfood leftovers, daydreaming about Arianna and then decided to watch some bad porn flicks, enjoying his right hand. As the daylight started fading outside, he sat back relaxed clicking through the channels and then looked up at the clock, completely bored. "Ok asshole," said Julian as he dialed up Craig. "I'll allow you to repay the good fortune I gave you." "I knew you'd come to your senses," Craig told him. "Just tell me when and I'll take care of everything." "Tonight! I'm fucking horny and bored out of my mind. No offense, but I just can't deal with hitting a club again and getting blown off by some nasty bitches," said Julian. "I'd rather have a nice dinner with some hot chick and have a little fun for a change." "Exactly, for a couple of bucks it's always better ending the night getting blown rather than blown off," said Craig with a laugh, looking at his watch. "Ok now hang up so I can make a few calls and let me work on it." Julian hung up and took a shower, feeling excited yet unsure as he had never paid for anything like this before. When he came out, he shaved and gelled back his hair, nervously picking a black sports jacket and slacks from his closet. He dressed in one of his best dark silk collared shirts and put on his best Armani loafers, taking every last moment to dress his best until the phone rang. "Ok dude. You're all set," said Craig. "If you get there by 7:00pm, then they'll have a few top notch options for you." "So I get choices?" asked Julian nervously. "Like a catalog of hot chicks." "Not exactly, but these girls are like chameleons," Craig laughed. "But they work with you to make sure you're getting exactly what you want. I paid for the full date night package, so no need to worry about anything. Just show up, tell them what you want and they'll do the rest. I'm texting you the address now." "Damn wow! Thanks man," said Julian, feeling his palms getting sweaty. "Wait.. but then where do I take her and what about later to screw around. My place is a fucking wreck." "Just leave and I'll handle the rest, you big pussy," said Craig shaking his head. "Just start thinking about the next big stock tip you'll be delivering for both of us, because after you do this tonight, I bet you'll be dying to do it again. Quality like this doesn't come cheap." "Sounds awesome, and thanks for not being cheap with me," said Julian drying his palms. "I just can't believe I'm doing this." "Believe it! And believe me it may be expensive, but it's still cheaper than marrying them," laughed Craig. "Now get the fuck out of the house and go have some fun. By the time you get there, I'll already have dinner and every other detail handled." "Ok! Thanks again," said Julian hanging up. Julian went out and got in his car, plugging the address in to his GPS. His mind wandered aimlessly as he drove to the location, finally pulling up in front of a well-lit building. He sat in his car staring at his watch, feeling goosebumps line his arms and then took a deep breath, opening the car door. He stepped half way out before jumping back in, seeing a large burly guy walk right past him entering the building. He sat watching them seemingly buzz him in and then stared as he exited about ten minutes later with a gorgeous redhead clinging to his forearm as they walked down the block. He sat another five minutes trying to get up the nerve, until he was startled by his phone ringing as he looked down, noticing it was Craig. "Hey," said Julian answering. "What's the deal?" said Craig. "I thought you left already. They called. They're waiting." "Chill, I'm just running late," said Julian, bullshitting. "Stop being a big sissy! Just get there and have fun," said Craig. "It'll be fine. Now get your ass there." "Ok, ok," said Julian, calming himself down. "That's better," said Craig. "I'm calling them back and I'll tell them you're on the way. Now turn off your phone and enjoy the night." "You're right," said Julian taking a deep breath. "Wai, what about where I should go for dinner and you know? You're we're going to tell me where to go or something?" "Could you just calm down and go have some fun! ! I took care of it already like I said I would," Joked Craig. "Trust me. It'll be amazing, and your limo driver already has all the details. I pre-paid for your dinner and room so just use my name when you get there. Plus put my credit card'd on file for anything else you could need. Now good bye again you big sissy." "Limo. Wow cool!" said Julian hanging up. "Later asshole and thanks again." He hesitated one more time, watching a leggy woman enter the building and then stepped from his car. He could barely stop from shaking as he walked across the street before crossing back towards his car and then reversing again as he walked towards the building, trying to keep his composure. He was trembling now as he stepped onto the side walk taking a few steps towards the door and then stopped dead in his tracks as a short blonde opened the door, slamming right into him. "I'm so sorry," said the woman, accidentally knocking the phone from his hand and dropping her purse. "Shit I didn't break it did I?" "No I'm sorry. It's my fault," said Julian, helping her pick up the contents of her purse. "No biggie," said the woman, handing him his case and battery. "I've always been the clumsy type. Here's it's not broken. I drop mine all the time. It should come right back on once you put it back together." "Thanks," said Julian. "I'm due for an upgrade anyway, and just losing it because I'm running late." "Wait, you're my 7:00pm?" said the woman. "I was just leaving. I didn't think you were coming?" "Sorry?" replied Julian, looking away nervously. "Yes I'm the big sissy that's late. I've just never been to a place like this before, so I could barely get out of my car. I've been outside at least a half hour basically cowering and trying to work up the nerve. I guess some other time is fine then if you have to go?" "Are you kidding? We don't mind sissies here honey! We welcome them, but we do get people that kind of chicken out all the time, so we're used to some no shows even when they pay," said the woman, rubbing his back and turning his chin forcing eye contact. "Plus we don't judge anyone around here, and we're here only to help meet your needs. Come with me. I'm Maureen and I'll take good care of you." "Thanks Maureen," said Julian as she took him by the hand. "I'm Julian--" "Ssshhh," said Maureen sliding her finger over his lips stopping him. "We never use real names here honey, but that's a nice name if you want to stay with it. Now let's go get moving on that fantasy of yours. I'm very excited about this." At least his knees stopped knocking as he found himself walking, holding hands with the pretty little middle aged blonde woman. They got into an elevator going up to the second floor, and then she unlocked a glass door with a pleated curtain on the inside, hiding what was behind it. He stepped in with her as she locked it behind him as he looked around at the all the colors and shimmer. There was rack after rack of colorful clothes across one side and a wall of wigs and jewelry across the other. Towards the middle, he could see all the free standing racks of lingerie and costumes, and then towards the back a few beauty shop chairs and a series of carts and tables. She walked behind a small counter, opening her appointment book reading some notes as he looked all around taking in the scenery. "Oh very nice," said Maureen. "I'm so glad you didn't miss out, and after spending so much on tonight. Come sit in our little lounge area, and we'll get started soon. Maybe a glass of wine would help relieve some of those nerves." "Yes, please," said Julian, following her as he sat on the red velvet couch. "It was my friend that's treating me actually, so it would be his credit card on file. He's used your services before, and honestly if I didn't witness a few of the dates myself, then I never would have believed him. That's what I wanted too, so here I am for my dream date. Supposedly he's got the limo meeting us here to take us to an amazing dinner and our hotel." "Thank you that's so wonderful to hear, and I'll make sure we create the perfect evening then," said Maureen, patting his knee as she sat down across from him with her note pad. "We call that the deluxe date night package, which includes the works and of course a dreamy escort until morning." "Yes that sounds right I guess," said Julian meekly. "Wonderful, then I'll get everything in order once we start your massage, but in the meantime let's focus on you honey. We've got a lot to do and we're a bit behind schedule," said Maureen typing on her ipad. "I just texted the masseuse to come up, so she'll be here in a few minutes." "Cool, I get a massage first," said Julian sipping his wine. "I like that idea." "Yes. No offense you're pretty tense, and I'll bet all worked up in side so I think you could use it," said Maureen making a few notes. "But let's get all the questions out of the way so I can get prepared while she works." "Sure," said Julian, pouring himself another glass of wine. "Ok first tell me the type your looking for tonight?" said Maureen. "It's dinner, some dancing and then a full night of intimacy. Correct?" "Yes, that's what I'm hoping for," replied Julian, nervously running his fingers through his hair. "Of course! We always give the customer what they ask for here," giggled Maureen. "I just don't want it scripted. I guess it's certainly what I expect, but I kind of could use the guidance from the escort," said Julian. "Understood but from this point let's just refer to them as dates ok? I meant like the type being the type of girl you want?" Maureen explained "I mean you obviously noticed all the options in the other room, so we can do almost anything. Tell me about that fantasy girl of yours for this evening?" "Oh, got it?" said Julian. "I'm just not sure I guess, but maybe sexily dressed but not slutty. I mean I like classy but suggestive. Great hair like she'd just got it done, and a killer body like you'd see on some celebrity. Does that help?" "Ah, I see the wine is working and you're loosening up. So I'll scratch the sissy type you mentioned earlier and we'll save that fantasy for another day." Maureen flicked her wrist at him. "Ok, let's start simple and let me guide you." "Sorry was I getting carried away?" said Julian with a smirk. "No not at all and let me get a better look at you, ok," said Maureen slipping off his sports jacket. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but we've dressed our special ladies in all types of outfits and costumes. French maids, sexy nurses, school girls, etc. and we've done many sissies, but those usually are for more intimate setting and don't head out in a limo for dinner like you will be. Let's work from the classy but suggestive type." "Gotcha," laughed Julian. "Since it's your first time here, what do you think of maybe we do a little black dress thing with some nice sexy stilettoes, and I'm sure we can whip up a pretty hot figure," said Maureen, feeling his biceps and opening a few buttons on his shirt. "You know maybe covering enough curves for a classic look but just short enough it's hard to take your eyes off it." "Oh I like that a lot," said Julian feeling himself slightly salivate. "Good, because I pride myself at giving my clients the curves they desire and I'm pretty sure you'll be pleased," said Maureen, sliding her hand inside his shirt softly over his chest, slightly grasping a few chest hairs. "I can see from your brows and sideburns you man scape a bit, but certainly if you're going to look amazing in the bedroom we'll need to wax to create a clean slate if you know what I mean?" "Really?" said Julian as she removed her hand from his shirt. "Wax me?" "You're not married or have a girlfriend your hiding tonight from, right?" said Maureen. "I'm not judging and I don't care, it's just we can't go as far if there's anyone we're worried about seeing things "No, I'm single and at this point I'm holding back nothing," said Julian. "Sure, what the hell. I've always hated being hairy, and just never had the guts to get rid of it. I want tonight to be a night I'll remember ,especially in the bedroom, so if you can make that happen then I'm all in." "You got it hon! Then tonight's your night to lose all the jitters, so we're going all out," said Maureen, thrilled and typing away. "I just want need to make sure you realize some things aren't instantly reversible when you wake up in bed with a stranger tomorrow. But if it's the night we all hope, it'll be for you then I doubt you'll be worried about it and probably want it to continue." "Understood! This is so weird but exciting," said Julian rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. "If I wake up feeling like that, then I'll be calling you for your services again immediately." "See I haven't even helped you and I already know you're going to have a blast. I love working with people like you! Ok, blonde, brunette, redhead, or what?" said Maureen excited now. "I can do almost anything here?" "Wow that's a tough one. I like them all," said Julian getting excited. "I mean I've just never liked the fake looking blondes. So maybe as natural as possible and not short hair ok? You know I've always dug the actresses with the gorgeous flowing hair, so maybe just not a chick with a fake looking wig ok?" "Yup, I know what mean," said Maureen circling him running her fingers through his hair. "We've got plenty of long extensions that look incredible, so we can do that! And the makeup?" "Wow I have no idea there?" Julian gulped. "But I've always loved the girls with a cat eye look and the luscious type lips." "Yup, we'll go glossy, but not too bright. More kissable looking," said Maureen writing. "You like tattoos, piercings, or is there any other little fetish maybe you want included. Again, we can do almost anything really?" "Tattoos are not really my thing, but I'm not against it," said Julian. "I don't mind a few tattoos as long as they're more subtle, but the ones that peek out from the jeans are kind of sexy. Same for piercing, as really I've always liked some big sexy earrings and even just diamonds. Not into the weird barbells or like hoops in the nose. The belly ring thing I've always found sexy." "Perfect! I can work with all that and I think we're done here! I'll figure out the right accessories and the rest if that's ok with you, or would you rather pick everything yourself?" said Maureen writing on her pad. "No honestly," said Julian. "I like some surprises and you've made me feel so comfortable. If I had my choice I get my massage, pass out so I wouldn't feel you ripping at my chest and just wake ready for my date." "Oh that's an easy request," said Maureen, standing up grabbing his sport jacket in her left hand and taking his hand with her right hand. "Come follow me." Maureen led him right through the wardrobe area towards the back, stopping near the salon type chair. "Ok here take two of these and put your clothes in here," said Maureen, folding his sport jacket before neatly placing it in a little duffel bag and handing him two pills. "These will relax you and before you know it, you'll be staring at the woman of your dreams." "Really?" said Julian. "You're like drugging me?" "Nope," said Maureen with a giggle, unbuttoning a button on his shirt. "That I can't do, but you can go back to the waiting area and get some of the wine to take them with. It'll take the edge off, but you'll be drugging yourself and that's strictly up to you. What I can tell you is that you'd be basically zoned out for just a short period and take away any of the sting if you're worried about the waxing or getting ready for the date. Now get undressed and I'll be right back." "Ok," said Julian nervously stripping off his shirt. He took a moment looking around and then walked back out to the waiting area, grabbing the open bottle of wine and staring at the pills. Out of the corner of his eye though he saw a small liquor cabinet and opened it ,pulling out a crystal bottle containing an amber liquor. "Oh this is more like it," said Julian, pouring himself a full glass and downing it as he took the pills. "Oh shit! You didn't down all that with those pills did you?" Maureen asked him, coming in behind him now. "Why, is that a problem?" said Julian. "I'm sorry. I'll pay for it." "You already are, and it's not the money," said Maureen, taking his hand and quickly bringing him to the chair in the back. "Quick sit down. You're not supposed to drink liquor and especially not that much with these. Now let me at least get you positioned before you might pass out." "Oh shit," said Julian, wobbling. "You're kidding me. I had taken some other shit for my hangover earlier, plus had a few shots." "Ok, ok! It'll be fine but you're going to be more out of it now." Maureen pushed him into the chair. "Just try to relax and I'll handle it from here. Oh good, Marco your masseuse is here. Marco, a little help please." "Damn," Julian muttered as she began elevating the bottom of the chair and lowering the back and headrest as Marco pulled him into place on the chair. "Easy." "I'm sorry, but trust me it'll be taking effect real soon," said Maureen as he looked down, feeling the pressure across his left breast and seeing Marco's hand. "Damn that still hurts," said a woozy Julian as he proceeded to rip away at his hair. He worked for just a few minutes as it stung less and less each time as Marco worked his way across his stomach. In the meantime Maureen took a warm towel to his cheeks and throat warming up his skin. "Ok, we'll give it just another minute and let's get these off while we're waiting," said Maureen, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. "You really shouldn't feel much else now." "Wait, these too?" Protested Julian as it began really hitting him now as she pulled off his shoes. "Very funny," said Maureen pulling off his socks and then pants. "Maureen wait, I'm feeling super dizzy now," said Julian as she tugged off his boxers. "Holy crap! How embarr--embarrrrraaa--." "It's ok sweetie. It's just your speech slurring. Try not to talk and just rest," said Maureen, taking a little wash cloth wiping the saliva dripping from his mouth and then ripping another section of hair from his chest, showing him. "See you didn't feel a thing now and in a moment you'll close those eyes and not feel a thing." He looked up, struggling watching now as suddenly his legs began lifting. Once they were more elevated he could see Marco extended some little cuffs near each ankle and then watched his legs being pushed more open wide and separated. "What thhhh," Julian tried speaking as Marco stood between his legs. His head was slightly bend forward as he struggled to see him work, but could feel only the slightest hair ripping as she tore it from his left thigh. Maureen now removed the warm towels from his face and neck as he watched her fill her palm with foam before lathering his face. He struggled to keep his eyes open now, wondering what she was doing as he had shaved before leaving. The warm cream did feel soothing as he could see her wipe the small stubble from her long straight razor after each pass, until he was caught off guard noticing a long patch of hairs settled on the blade, resembling his side burn after he felt the razor slide past his ear. His eyes were twitching now as he could barely stay awake as Maureen's face hovered right above him, looking directly down seeing her index finger and thumb of her right hand gripping something thin and metallic until her left index finger pushed close his eye lid. It was the last sight he saw as he couldn't open his eyes again as the pills took their full effect as he felt himself being shifted and then fully passed out. "Wake up honey," said Maureen as a sensation in his nasal cavity startled him as he cracked open his eyes, seeing her waving something under his nose. "Just a few last touches, but it's time for your to live out that fantasy." "Hughhh?" mumbled Julian, feeling his eyes roll back in his head. "It usually takes a few minutes, but try to hold your head up for me ok?" said Maureen as he could see her taking a white cylinder from the left side of his head. "I figured I'd leave these in until you could hold your head up and they've been fully cool for a while now anyway." His vision was still pretty blurry as he struggled to hold up his head and could feel the slightest tension as she dropped slightly ribbed cylinder after cylinder into a plastic canister on the table as he struggled keeping his neck up. "My throat?" uttered Julian feeling a scratchiness in his throat. "That'll fade too," said Maureen as he looked down, seeing a little brush and then felt it touch his lips. "It'll just sound scratchy for a bit. Just think of it like you'll have a good phone sex voice for tonight." "Hugghh?" mumbled Julian, seeing a brush with a red tip as Maureen placed it down. "What's that?" "Just a colored finish gloss to add shine and dimension," replied Maureen looking into his eyes like she was inspecting his face while her fingers were ruffling across each shoulder. "The rest will last all night and not kiss off." "A what?" said Julian twitching as he could feel himself becoming slightly more alert, looking up hearing the door open. "Good evening ladies," said a man coming through the door. "Perfect timing," said Maureen, shaking a large can in her hand and then covering his eyes momentarily as cloud of hairspray circled his head. "That's good, because we're really behind schedule Maureen," said a well dressed gentlemen, coming in tapping his watch. "Almost ready I hope, because they won't hold our dinner reservation forever?" "Yes... Yes.. I'm going... I'm going, but she'll need some time to shake off the drowsiness and we did a lot more than I had originally booked for tonight, plus we started at least a half hour late. I prefer doing an extravagant reveal and enjoying the reaction, but I'm pretty sure the result will speak for itself since your rushing us," said Maureen, hurrying and tossing some items in a purse and then quickly hugging Julian before looking right into his eyes. "Take a sip of water before you go though honey. That'll help with your sore throat, and trust me you exceeded all expectations! You look absolutely stunning. Now have fun you two, and I hope I'll see you again soon only without all the jitters next time." Julian could feel the pills and needles racing through his arm as he extended it towards the water bottle. He gasped, not believing what he was seeing, distracted by the light reflecting off his gold rhinestone tennis bracelet that surrounded his wrist, and the glisten of his shiny polished nails. Before he touched the plastic water bottle, he twisted his wrist and spread his fingers wide open, staring at their extended view, only to be completely shocked by the dark maroon red long square tip nails attached to each of his fingers, and the sparkling cluster ring that graced his ring finger. "Let me help you until all your senses return," said Ricardo, lifting the glass to his mouth and helping him to take a sip. "Don't be concerned, we're going to have a magnificent time tonight and I'm here for your every need." "This must be a dream?" mumbled Julian, seeing the glass being placed back on the table with a fresh lipstick stain across its brim. "I was supposed to be out on a date with a gorgeous escort." "And that date begins now. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Ricardo, your escort," said Ricardo, leaning in softly kissing him on the lips. "I know you're still a little dazed and drowsy, but I'm sure when the night is over it will be one you'll never forget." "This must be Craig playing a joke on me," stuttered Julian nervously, reaching up and touching his lips before trying to raise his voice. "Craig come out, and stop fucking with me. My head is spinning!" "On the contrary, Julianna, I've been paid handsomely to allow you to live out your fantasy tonight and it's no joke," Ricardo told him as Julian stared at the traces of his lip gloss on Ricardo's lips. "Our limo awaits, and I promise you the most romantic evening of your life. And before you know it, the only spinning will be when I twirl you across the dance floor. Now let me take my princess to her chariot." "Holy shit!" Julian started to speak but quickly he found himself scooped up in Ricardo's arms. "It's Julian. Put me down please." "You're not ready to walk yet and we're late," said Ricardo, grabbing Julian's coat and purse carrying him and his stuff down the stairs like he weighed nothing. "Maybe excuse my accent Julianne. In my country, there's usually an A at the end, but Julianne is just as beautiful." "This is crazy," sighed Julian, barely clinging to Ricardo but in no risk of falling as he was being cradled down the stairs. "Please put me down!" With each step his eye sight was partially inhibited, seeing his now long wavy tresses bounced in front of his eyes as he could barely fathom that he was being carried by some big burly stranger. He was starting to feel the senses returning to his legs as he looked down mesmerized by Ricardo's large fingers on his left hand softly holding his left thigh, realizing it was now completely smooth and encased in thin hose which protruded from under the hem of his skirt. He felt ready to hyperventilate as before he knew it the evening's chill reverberated through his body as the door flew open and he looked up seeing a limo driver opening the door as Ricardo gently placed him inside. As the door closed, Ricardo ran around to the other side hopping in the car as quickly the driver sped off. "This should help remove the chill," said Ricardo, draping Julian's coat over Julian and putting his arm around him. "We should be there in ten minutes and I think by then more of your senses should return." "Where are we going?" moaned Julian, looking down at the chocolate colored fur coat which was acting as a blanket. "I can't go out like this. Please take me back where my regular clothes are." "Your clothes are being sent to the hotel, so I wouldn't concern yourself about losing anything. Don't worry about the coat either as they are PETA lovers over there as well, so this coat is not real fur but I could never tell either." Ricardo put both his hands under the coat, rubbing his legs and thighs. "My job is to warm you up and keep you comfortable, so please just start to relax and I'll do the rest. We'll be having dinner and cocktails at the Rose Club restaurant which is in the Plaza hotel which I've heard is amazing. We've got this limo all night if we want to go anywhere else, and I've already received the confirmation that they have reserved you a Plaza suite upstairs." "That is what I wanted, but somehow this all went terribly wrong," said Julian trying to regain his composure. "Look no offense but I not supposed to be----". Julian's babble was now completely silenced as Ricardo leaned in ignoring what he was saying, as suddenly his lips were back on his. He was beginning to regain his motor skills now, but it was still impossible to stop Ricardo's tongue from deeply penetrating his mouth. He tried twisting his neck to no avail but what was even more pressing now was grabbing Ricardo's wrist which was between his thighs, softly squeezing beneath his skirt. As he summoned the strength to slightly stop Ricardo's wrist by slightly squeezing his arm, they finally broke the kiss as Ricardo leaned back smiling at him. He took a moment to catch his breath as Ricardo gazed at him, licking his lips before he took his thumb wiping any lipstick that had smeared to his cheek. "I just told you no and you kissed me anyway," Julian scolded him, breathing heavily and straining his voice. "What the hell is wrong with you? You realize I'm not a girl and I've got some equipment between my legs just like you do right?" "I'm sorry I know it's wrong, but when women babble I just ignore them and allow my passionate side to take over. I didn't realize you wanted to savor our kiss for later this evening," replied Ricardo as the limo stopped. "I thought I provided the desired initial service, but we'll discuss all your desires over dinner and I'm sure I'll provide more satisfaction next time, Julianne." "Holy shit I can't go in there?" Julian told him as the limo door swung open. "That's the Plaza!" "Of course you can, and you'll need to try to walk to get the blood recirculating," Ricardo lifted him from the car. "Now try not to draw too much attention to yourself and take baby steps. Trust me I've got you." He was helpless in a way, wanting to scream as he found himself being gently placed down to his feet in Ricardo's arms. He looked around, wanting to call out for assistance on the busy Manhattan corner, quickly thinking better of it as he looked over his shoulder seeing the limo pull away as he felt his feet wobbled without even taking a step. He looked down at his red toes peeking from his shoes as Ricardo held his waist, helping slide his coat over one arm and then the other. It was ever so strange watching his purse's strap drop over his shoulder as Ricardo helped steady his balance, edging him forward to begin walking. "Ricardo please," Julian trembled with his first step. "Look at these shoes. They're like skyscrapers. I can't do this." "And they look fabulous on you Julianne," said Ricardo with his arm around him guiding each step. "Once we get inside to our table, you'll warm up so keep pushing yourself. You're doing wonderfully." With each small step, his muscular control was returning as Ricardo guided him across the pavement and then inside as the doorman opened the golden paneled glass door. He had been at this ritzy hotel a few times in his life before, but never like this, cognizant now of the loud clicking that reverberated from his stilettos on the marble floor. He was completely dumbfounded, like he was taking his first steps and grew more anxious by the second trying to see his head to toe reflection in the mirrored elevator door through a small crowd of people in front of him. For a moment he lost track of everyone and everything around him, hypnotized by his partial reflection through armpits and around heads of the many pedestrians as they waited for the doors to open. It was like time stood still as he tried to tune out the image of the large burly man with his arm around him as they waited, focusing only on the incredible transformation of his own appearance as people moved from his line of sight. Gone were any traces of the late twenties, free spirited guy looking to pick up club hopping chicks, only to be replaced by an elegantly dressed stunning long haired young woman being escorted by a well-dressed muscular man. It was really hard not to focus on anything other than his own silhouette, seeing his short black velvet dress poking out from the unbuttoned center of his dark fur coat, and staring down at his smooth legs in very sheer black hose. He could hardly fathom that just moments ago the feeling had just returned to his legs and now he was standing there balancing in incredibly high heels. When the door finally opened, he was led inside by Ricardo, looking down nervously avoiding eye contact with other people as he twisted his foot, getting a better look at his cherry red toes in five inch peep toe sling back leopard print stilettos. He took a breath, still looking down before stepping back at the next floor as more people came crowding in the elevator as he realized his thumb and index finger were clutching the strap of the matching leopard print purse that sat across his right shoulder. It was hard not to stare at the shininess of his dark red long nails, putting pressure on his tips with his thumb recognizing they wouldn't pop right off. With each movement of his neck, he pulled in his chin growing more curious about his hair, watching the multi-tones swish and slide across his shoulders until finally the elevator dinged and the door opened up. "You must be famished, Julianne," said Ricardo guiding him from the elevator and towards the hostess. "My head is spinning, but I can tell you it's more than my appetite," Julian looked around. "Please get us out of here before I pass out!" "A good meal will help you darling," said Ricardo as they entered the restaurant. "From what I heard, you've got too much garbage in your stomach so we'll fix that now." "Good evening, name please," said the woman. "Dear is it in my name or yours?" asked Ricardo squeezing his side. "Oh I believe it's mine I assume?" sreplied Julian, feeling embarrassed having to say his name or even to speak. "Did you have it under a Jones?" "Sorry I don't see a Jones," said the woman searching the list. "No wait I forgot," said Julian realizing what Craig had said. "Maybe under Ross? My friend set up this special night for us and he's always messes these things up." "Ah yes a Julian plus 1?" said the woman making a face. "No worries, I sometimes forget and use my maiden name too. I'll fix the system." "Thank you, and its pronounced Julianne," said Ricardo sternly. "Sorry just missing a letter or two," said the woman, fixing the computer erroe. "My apologies Miss Ross. We'll seat you immediately." "May I take your coat, Miss Ross," a man asked. "Of course," said Ricardo as the man gently lifted the coat from his shoulders, sliding it off and handing Ricardo a small coat check tag "Follow me please Mr. and Mrs. Ross," said the man, pointing his hand forward. "After you dear," said Ricardo, gently placing his hand on his Julian's hip guiding him gingerly forward as he helped him balance. Julian was actually beginning to adjust well to his shoes as he concentrated walking forward, weaving through all the tables until he watched the gentlemen pull out his chair. He was shivering from his nerves as he sat down, instantly surveying the room and then shook his head softly before quickly reaching up with his index finger, sliding some hair away that partially covered his eyes. With his vision cleared, he anxiously reached across with his tips lifting the end of a few strands of his long hair which sat resting just inches above the fake mounds protruding from his chest. He could feel its scratchy tackiness quickly becoming both amazed and alarmed as he gave a little tug, noticing how it sprung back and feeling the strain at his scalp. He reached behind his head, digging under the wefts, feeling how layer after layer had been bonded to his scalp, realizing it wasn't a wig and gave a little shake, recognizing it was going nowhere as he could feel something softly clanging against his jawline. To his left now, he froze momentarily getting the best look at his complexion as he stared two tables away at the mirrored wall. He was no longer focused on his silhouette, instead this time captivated gazing at the flawless complexion of a gorgeous woman testing his own sense of reality by squishing his cheeks and raising his brows, sickened knowing they were his as they moved under his sensory commands. He was able to tilt his head now slightly, noticing the multi-layered antique gold large diamond shaped chandelier earrings twinkle as they swung out from under his long ruffled hair. It was almost surreal seeing the large diamond like studs unnervingly glisten from the second slightly higher hole as he reached up his nail tip, feeling the posts at the back of his lobe. When his finger left his lobe, he gingerly swept his long hair again in front that slightly obscured the vision in his left eye before pausing again to take it all in. The more he thought about it the more crazy it was to think that he had been transformed to match what he thought he had requested in a date. He tried gathering himself, taking a small breath, amazed at how natural his hair looked, realizing that the white cylinders he watched her put away were big hot rollers that had been extracted from his extensions. He had a simple middle part, from which each side hung down in straight in styled wings which angled across his brows, framing his face, and then turned over at the jawline before erupting in perfectly formed tumbling large curls. It was a modern gorgeous style he knew well on actresses he often fantasized about, as the curls ruffled in thick perfectly coiffed waves down past his neck and shoulders, growing lighter as his natural dark brown hair on top faded to a medium brunette at his cheekbones, before completing the ombre look with a honey caramel color below his shoulders. He parted his lips, sighing and amazed at how much whiter his teeth appeared between his glossed wine red lips, absorbed by how flawless his face looked and how much his lips shined. It was ever so strange seeing big dark lashes bat at him as he squinted, peeking up at the mixture of dark and light eye shadows which blended, forming a sexy dark smokey look, and for the first time in his life he noticed his cheekbones now accentuated with a rosey glistening blush. Again he slightly swept one side of his extended hair with his nail tip as it annoyingly covered half of his left eye again when he moved, only increasing his nausea when he got a better look at his now thinly arched brows. It hit him pretty quickly now as he came to the realization that not all of this would just evaporate with a shower, as the moment he placed his hand down on the table, Ricardo reached across taking it. "I'd certainly enjoy gazing myself too if I were as beautiful as you, Julianne," said Ricardo lifting his hand and softly kissing it just below the wrist. "If you'd like I'll order for you?" "Oh sorry?" murmured Julian, shaking from his little semi-trance, now noticing the waiter placing down some drinks. He had no idea what Ricardo was saying as he spoke in French to the waiter as he scribbled down a series of things and nodded before leaving their table. "You speak French?" asked Julian surprised. "Did you just order?" "Yes my dear," said Ricardo before sipping his wine. "I speak six languages, and I knew you must be famished. I ordered a series of things so just eat whatever you like, and I thought we'll take our time and enjoy each other's company for now?" "Seriously?" said Julian surprised. Why yes? Unless you're in a rush to get to our room?" said Ricardo with a small smile. "But that's entirely up to you Julianne. I'm yours for the night, but I believe when a woman goes to the lengths you have to look this fabulous, that you deserve to be romanced." "Ricardo, I'm not sure we're on the same page here? This is all some terrible misunderstanding," said Julian as the waiter returned with a plate of oysters and poured more wine. "You do realize that right?" "I'm sorry Miss Ross, but may I ask you to keep your voice down," said the waiter looking around. "I apologize. Did you want something different? Compliments of the house of course?" "No. No! It's fine. She's just a bit annoyed and famished!" said Ricardo, waving him away before lifting an oyster and lowering his voice. "You don't need to hide who you are with me Julianne. I've been extremely well taken care for this evening financially, so thank you for that and regardless of any of your insecurities I am here to help you overcome them. In fact I welcome helping you to embrace both your inner and outer beauty, and I'm confident you possess both, Julianne. I'm sure once you accept that confidence you'll never have to pay for a date again should you choose not to, but either way I intent not to allow you to long for anything. You're obviously that exquisite of a woman that deserves any man's undivided attention." "Maybe you're not hearing me," said Julian, leaning towards him whispering. "I'm a guy under all this. You know I'm a dude like you right and I signed up to be out with an escort? You know one that might look like me but not the other way around if you get my drift." "I thoroughly enjoy being with a special women like you Julianne, and you don't need to test me as with or without our financial arrangement, I find you enticing," said Ricardo leaning in whispering in his ear. "In fact I rather prefer ladies like you to some others and trust me, I'm well trained in satisfying women of your fabulous unique nature, just like you requested and this evening you'll find out." "Ricardo, are you still confus--" Julian was cut off as Ricardo took his fork placing an oyster on Julian's tongue. "No my love and neither are you," said Ricardo smiling as he took one for himself, now sliding it right down his throat. "I swallow with the best of them, now come they're playing our song." "Oh I really can't!" Cried Julian as Ricardo stood up taking his hand. "Of course you can!" said Ricardo, pulling him up as he began shaking. "This will help lessen your anxiety and Maureen told me you said you enjoyed dancing." "No way," Julian tried resisting as he staggered a few steps. "Please let's go sit down and talk. Holy shit these shoes are crazy high and did you just say swallow?" "If your legs are still weak, I'll hold you up if I need to. I'll even carry you again. I don't mind. Now come it's a beautiful song and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the moment so we'll save that for later," said Ricardo placing his arm around him and pushing on. "Ricardo please," Stared Julian as he was being slightly dragged. "Holy shit. This is all out of control." "Quite the contrary, my darling," said Ricardo rubbing his arms and back as they stepped onto the dancer floor, joining a series of other couples. "No matter what, I assure you the night of your dreams this evening. Now breathe and let me help you shed that little shiver." "Ricardo, this is not--" Julian started to say as Ricardo placed his finger on his lips, stopping him from speaking as he could feel him trembling. "Julianne, look around," said Ricardo putting his left hand behind his back and the wiggling his fingers between his other hand. "No one sees anything but a ravishing woman in a beautiful dress about to dance with an extremely lucky gentleman. Whomever you thought you were before this day began is no longer present, so unless you intend to run out the door and stand me up then all I ask is for you to embrace the ravishing woman I see in front of me and allow me to deliver an evening you'll never forget." "This is crazy Ricardo," said Julian looking away at his reflection on the mirrored wall on the dance floor as he found himself slowing dancing. "Is it?" said Ricardo as they slowly spun and he looked around at all the other people dancing. "Sometimes things happen for a reason." "Really and what's this one," said Julian getting emotional. "It was my friend Craig, the real Mr. Ross who set me up with all this. You know, the date and paying for everything but no way would he have done this to me. We hook each other up with things to help each other. Tonight was to help me get out of my rut." "And that's exactly what we're doing then right?" said Ricardo, placing Julian's wrists around his neck and bringing him closer starting to dance. "In fact I believe that's behind you. Well behind you." "Oh shit, behind me!" mumbled Julian reaching down feeling Ricardo's hand on rubbing his ass. "You must be kidding me." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to share that bad pun about you're scrumptious derriere," said Ricardo smiling. "Certainly what you've got behind you is wonderful." "No I didn't mean it that way!" said Julian, pulling Ricardo's hand off his ass, twisting their dance direction. "That's my aunt and uncle right next to us. If they see me they'll freak." "Relax, old people get uncomfortable when young people get a little frisky," said Ricardo, pulling him in even closer. "But I've already initiated and I can't have you overly uncomfortable, so the next move is yours Julianne." "Ricardo, I could never," said Julian annoyed he had even suggested it. "It's your choice my darling, but you already have earlier remember," said Ricardo grinning. "You're not making this easy on me are you?" said Julian, peeking over Ricardo's shoulder seeing them right there. "On the contrary my beauty, I'm at your service," said Ricardo as Julian shuffled as his aunts eyes peeked his way. Quickly Julian gulped, closing his eyes as he initiated a kiss, pulling Ricardo's neck close to him with both wrists. He gave a few pecks, cracking open one eye seeing his aunt looking repulsed as he had little choice but to accept Ricardo's tongue into his mouth. It grew intense fairly quickly, as it was almost like Ricardo's tongue was flipping his in a circular fashion as he gasped just a bit as his mouth widened, accepting every one of Ricardo's saliva. He didn't know how to react, feeling Ricardo's hands slowly sliding all over him now as he peeked out again, noticing his aunt beginning to guide their dance away from them as the passion increased. She look repulsed as he noticed her watching Ricardo's hands stray until finally she turned away once Julian found himself being dipped back tongue tied. "Ok, ok," Julian catched his breath as he broke the kiss. "Let's go to our table please. I think that did it and I really have to sit down." "Of course my dear," said Ricardo, softly giving him one last very soft sweet kiss combined with a tight squeeze. "That did it for me too. That was amazing." Julian quickly felt a lump in his throat, realizing his kiss had completely wound up Ricardo, as for the first time he felt his hard member pressing against his dress. He stepped back as Ricardo released his squeeze, finding himself walking holding hands with Ricardo back towards the table. He felt completely submissive being weaved through tables like any man's girlfriend as he avoided all eye contact, looking down and realizing he was now navigating pretty well in his high heels. "Maybe you'd like to go freshen up before our salads arrive," Whispered Ricardo, wiping his face with his napkins the moment they sat down. "I know they use long wear stuff but the glossy part still smears a bit." "Oh?" said Julian taking his purse from the table as he felt so embarrassed. He again avoided any eye contact, weaving through tables seeing the rest room sign looking up and hesitating at seeing a woman come out. As he finally got the courage to push inside, he quickly took a tissue from the vanity, seeing the smearing around his lip area. For the first time he was really face to face with himself alone, getting a close up view. With his hands on his hips, he twisted and observed his own image, inspecting himself like never before. It was ever so strange touching the area where his brows had been plucked, and slide his finger against the grain not feeling any stubble at his cheeks. When he twisted his neck, it was so distracting to watch his earrings sway or even the body of his hair bounce as he paused hearing the door open. He quickly unzipped his little leopard print purse, searching through it as a woman stopped at the vanity next to him. "Honey, I love your shoes," said the woman as she fixed her mascara. "Are they comfortable?" "Oh, thank you," said Julian, awkwardly digging through the purse. "I don't know but I'm managing I guess." "Is it a big night for you tonight?" said the woman. "Like an anniversary or anything?" "No, just a regular date," said Julian, unscrewing the lip gloss and feeling so strange staring at himself applying it. "No honey, old divorcees like me have regular dates but obviously I don't see a ring yet, so I guess you're working on that," said the woman, flipping over Julian's hand looking at it. "Oh that's not something I'm worried about," said Julian rubbing together his lips. "Well even if that's not the case, you two really heated up the room for the rest of us," said the woman with a smile, taking the large aerosol can from the vanity and saturating her head in hair spray. "Plus if I looked like you I guess I wouldn't be worried about that ring yet either. You could probably have almost every guy here." "Oh I doubt that," said Julian, not sure what to do as she handed it to him so he followed her lead spraying his own head now. "Modest and pretty," Teased the woman spraying her wrist and putting it near Julian's nose as he smelled it. "Here try this. My boyfriend loves it." "Wow, very enticing," said Julian, taking in the enticing aroma. "Exactly so here try some," said the woman spritzing his wrist and then between his breasts. "And not that you need any help, but always keep them captivated. Enjoy that hunk tonight honey, and it's the least I can do since my boyfriend thinking about you tonight should hopefully keep him awake and interested in me. Enjoy your night!" "Oh you too," said Julian, disconcerted as she left thinking about the fact that other men might have gotten aroused by him. He stood there staring at himself a few more moments and then dug through the small leopard print purse looking at cosmetics he had no idea how to use. He got a bit worried seeing he had no cell phone or wallet, hoping all his stuff would show up in the room as promised, and then poked at his cleavage and shook his head, still amazed at his new look. "Some date this turned out to be. Well I guess Maureen did deliver on the classy yet suggestive thing," said Julian softly to his reflection as he grabbed his purse, exiting quietly as more women came in. He was a bit more confident now looking around as he walked back through the crowd towards his table, realizing now no one was seeing a guy in a dress, detecting a few stray eyes checking him out. He had adjusted well to walking in spikey heels, and couldn't believe it was him that possessed the killer body and sexy hair he had requested on his date. As he approached his table, he saw Ricardo stand up and pull his chair out for him as he sat down. "Missed me right?" Joked Julian as he placed his napkin over his lap and began eating his salad. "Every second," said Ricardo smiling as he immediately sensed the new aroma inhaling. They shared simple conversation now, consuming small course after course as Julian did his best just going with the flow until finally their dessert arrived. "Compliments of the chief," said the waiter. "And here I thought I was your little tart," joked Julian, whispering as his dessert was delivered. "Tell him we're flattered," said Ricardo, taking the leather holder with the bill and signing. "But may I request these be sent up with the other desserts I ordered." "Of course sir and the other sweets you requested will be en route to your suite shortly," said the waiter with a small bow. "Thank you," said Ricardo as Julian looked up, seeing a gentleman with his coat over his arm. "Madam," said the gentlemen, holding it open as the waiter stood behind him awaiting some movement from Julian so he could pull out his chair. "Oh, I didn't know we were ready," said Julian nervously, feeling the chair moving back as the waiter gingerly took his elbow helping him up. "Maybe we should stay a bit longer." "I was having such a delightful time as well dear, but I believe its time," said Ricardo standing up as Julian felt his knees knocking just a bit as the other gentlemen slipped the faux fur onto his arms. "Your purse Miss Ross," said the waiter as Ricardo lifted the back of Julian's hair before dropping it back down across his shoulders. "Thank you," Julian placed the strap of his purse over his right shoulder as he could barely feel his legs move as he found himself holding Ricardo's right bicep being escorted from the restaurant. He soon found himself outside the restaurant with a crowd of other couples as they boarded the elevator. It was hard to tell which button Ricardo pushed as all the scattered muffled conversations filled his ears as he squeezed Ricardo's arm nervously. "Almost there, dear," whispered Ricardo as the door opened and only another couple remained as they continued up. "Maybe just give me the key and we'll skip that next dessert ok?" whispered Julian. "I never took you for a little tart anyway, Julianne," teased Ricardo "In fact quite the contrary." "You heard that?" giggled Julian as the door opened and the other couple exited. "Sorry that was just a joke in bad taste. You know all nerves." "And you have nothing to be nervous about anymore at all," said Ricardo, turning and looking him right in the eyes. "Especially now that we're alone and it's been my pleasure to escort you out this evening Julianne." "Wow so that's it?" said Julian as the elevator opened and they stepped out. "My time as a woman is over." "Well that part is up to you Julianne," said Ricardo walking him to the door. "I'm paid for the entire night and I do all the heavy lifting if that's what you're asking. You need not do anything but look beautiful and I'll do the rest." "It's crazy and I was scared shitless all night, but I have to say I did make a pretty decent girl right?" said Julian puffing out his fake chest. "How fucking ridiculous is that?" "It's not at all," replied Ricardo, putting his face inches from his. "So do I have your permission to finish my assignment this evening. Dessert awaits us inside and I guarantee you'll experience some tastes sweater than any you ever had before." "Yeah the tart I'm good with, but tasting other things that you might be referring to," said Julian stepping back. "Not going there regardless of how I look. You know my mind is still doing summer saults just looking like I do and that's without even thinking about what happened between us on the dance floor." "I understand but that's not what I meant," said Ricardo taking both of Julian's hands. "You look ravishing my dear and I would do nothing to change that. You made it through this evening, getting to experience something even most women never will." "I did?" said Julian surprised, wanting to pull his hands away as Ricardo began softly rubbing them. "Yes, knowing what it's like to be the most beautiful woman in the room and to have men's eyes fixated on you as you sauntered by," said Ricardo kissing his wrist. "It was my pleasure to be your date. Just say the word and we'll conclude this remarkable evening earlier than I hoped for, but if you allow me to join you for dessert I assure you I will be the one doing the ravishing not you." "Ricardo...I..I..." stuttered Julian, stepping back again as his eyes were fluttering back and forth as Ricardo released his left hand and dipped the key into the lock opening the door. "As much as I am curious having gone this far... I .. I .. my mind is too confused." "Maybe but I'd say your body disagrees," said Ricardo, reaching down and sliding his fingers softly across the hard member pushing out at his skirt. "I'd say we got here just in time because all our spinning on the dance floor must have shifted some of your tucking." "Eeeeeewwww," groaned Julian as Ricardo squeezed his member and locked lips with him as he held him firm. It was almost like Julian's body had lost its muscle control again now as once Ricardo broke the kiss he romantically swooped him up into his arms and carried him inside. He held on, hypnotized, staring at his hard on pushing through his tight dress as Ricardo closed the door with his foot, carrying him right through the living area and into the master suite, placing him on the huge king size bed. It was oddly the most romantic moment of his life, noticing a few candles lit around the room and feeling his lips tingle from the softest kiss he had ever experienced, as Ricardo wasted no time initiating the passion. For the first time, Julian voluntarily jetted his tongue into Ricardo's mouth but it didn't last long as Ricardo slowed down the action, pulling his face back and then taking off his jacket and tie. He looked down at Julian ,breathing heavily now as he gingerly pushed him up higher on the bed before leaning down kissing between his breasts and pulling the panties down from under his dress. In one swoop now he expertly pushed his dress up above his hips before ever so slowly taking his tongue sliding it precisely around the rim of his erection a few times. Julian began trembling as he took his right hand, sliding it across Julian's right thigh and cheek as his left hand reached up the back of his dress gliding across his vertebrae. "Holy shit Ricardo. Holy crap... I can't hold," screamed Julian as it took only seconds now before he felt himself tense up moaning. It was easy for Ricardo as he quickly understood, engulfing him and easily taking it down as Julian couldn't believe this was all happening, erupting almost like it was his first time as he was unable to control it. When Julian finished he became emotional as Ricardo licked down every last ounce of him until finally Ricardo popped up his head gingerly stroking Julian's face. "I'm sorry," cried Julian as he began to sob. "I just... I just with a man. Holy shit I?m fucking gay. Am I insane!" ?No my love. You did nothing but lie there and I did it all," said Ricardo, wiping the stray tears. ?Beautiful women deserve incredible orgasms from their boyfriend?s too right? Don?t think differently. This evening you?re my precious wallflower, finding some of her innermost climaxes for the first time. Tomorrow?s another day and you can be anyone you want, but tonight our romance has just begun Julianne." ?There?s more," said Julian, shocked, sitting up seeing Ricardo pour himself a scotch and down it. ?Why wouldn?t there be?" smiled Ricardo downing another as he came back helping pull the coat from his arms. ?We can?t waste such beautiful lingerie can we? Sit up for a moment." ?I?m in lingerie under here?" said Julian, stunned as Ricardo unzipped the back of his dress and pulled it over his head. He looked down, realizing now his bra was actually a black boned lace bustier with little straps over his shoulders and pinched in ending at the edge of his rib cage. Decorating it were little touches of some spotted lace and tiny silk black bows at the cups, and down the frontal ribbing as amazingly it perfectly pushed his small man boobs together and hid his heavy inserts. He stood up now speechless as he flicked the dangling belly ring from his navel, realizing he had another surprise piercing as he hurried to the dresser area, wondering how much more they could have done to him as he stopped staring at his image. He was completely enthralled watching the little rhinestone heart sway in harmony with his limp penis, stunned that he had been completely shaven down there as not a single hair was present at his public area. He stared now at himself, noticing how his sheer black stockings had a thin black seem up the back and the same top trim as his black bustier. He realized the tiny pattern on the lace trim at his cups matched the leopard print stilettos and then glanced over, seeing his matching black panties on the floor. It was only when a drip of his juices spewed from his limp member did he quickly twist back, making sure that it didn?t land on his shiny toes did he really see his rear view, almost jumping from his shoes. ?No fucking way," said Julian, totally shocked as he scratched his nails across the base of his spine seeing his lower back tattoo. ?You don?t like it?" laughed Ricardo, coming over pulling his hand away from it and leaning down planting a soft kiss. ?I can get a haircut, and piercings will close up, but that," said Julian twisting and staring at the long thin winged type black lower back tattoo with interlocking red hearts in the middle. ?You were there only a few hours," said Ricardo, taking his hand pulling him away from the mirror. ?it?s henna silly girl, so relax and let?s go have some dessert." ?Ok thank goodness," said Julian, having trouble