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How I Got A Job It was around 3.30 pm as I turned the key to our apartment. How was I going to break the news to Liz? "Hi, honey," a voiced called. "I'm in the bedroom. How did it go?" I may as well get it over and went into the bedroom. Liz was half changed. The bulge in her belly was becoming more prominent with every day. She was due in less than a month. The baby had not been planned, but we both wanted it. "Well?" Liz asked. "Sorry, babe, no go. I tried, I really did but there were many at the audition. The lady in charge thought my chances were poor. I didn't have enough dancing experience." My voice was whining now as I knew the barrage that would be coming. "So what are we going to do? Do you have a plan?" Liz's voice betrayed no emotion. Liz was some seven months and more pregnant and it was showing. She worked as a host in an upscale restaurant from 4 pm to 10 pm. She was the sole breadwinner. Liz earned reasonable money with a hourly wage and then bonuses based on business. Her clients loved her and paid high tips which were shared by the staff. She was beautiful and we were in love. We had moved in together about an year ago and in one a night of frenzied sexual activity, Liz had become pregnant. I was a struggling actor and had interviewed for a small role that would have kept us going. With all the upcoming expenses for the baby, we would be broke. Liz was making fair money but it was all used up in the apartment, car, insurance and other necessities. I had not had regular work for over 8 months now and the savings account was less than $100. "Bob, you know we can't survive like this. You should get any job out there. Better some money than no money, right? Besides, it's becoming a problem now for me. The strict dress code of the restaurant, the high heels and standing all evening are getting to me. I will do it for as long as I can but it is getting tougher." I went up to Liz and hugged her, stroking the round belly. "Babe, I'll do anything and I have been trying but there's nothing out there." "Bob, you can't be picky. I don't think I can work much longer. Some weeks after the baby our benefits run out. What do we do? We can't borrow money so what do we do?" Liz started to cry. "Babe, I'll find something - anything. Get ready and I'll make you some tea. I will keep trying." I let her go and went to put the kettle on. Liz continued to dress and came out. She had a garment bag and her purse. We only had one car so I used to drive Liz to work and pick her up especially now during the pregnancy. I didn't want her taking public transportation and wearing the heels even longer. "Sit and have some tea. We are OK for time." She needed to be at work at 4.00 to change, get made up and go over the Daily Special on the menu. It was only a ten or fifteen minute drive depending on traffic. I stroked a hand whilst she drank her tea silently. "Promise me you'll try. You have a Degree in English and Drama, there must be something for you," she said slowly looking at me directly. "I promise, babe. You know I want this to work. I'll take anything - even in your restaurant. Why don't you ask?" I would really try but wasn't looking forward to being a busboy. I dropped her off, went back to the apartment and scanned the job openings. Most of them wanted skills I didn't have. The others were minimum wage jobs that wouldn't pick me either because I was 'over- qualified'. I scanned the computer job forums but there was nothing in the zip codes around me. At ten pm sharp I was outside the restaurant, engine running. As soon as I saw Liz exit I drove up so she wouldn't have to walk far in her heels. She hadn't changed yet and had on her ankle-length dress, now taught over the belly, and full make up. She looked hot even with the bulge. She kissed me lightly on the lips and we drove off. "So, did you talk to them about a job? Babe, I scanned all the papers and online forums, but nothing. I will have to keep looking." I was trying to reassure her that I was trying hard. "Well, I talked to Bessie who is the manager. There is nothing available for you. She did say I get to pick my replacement and then Mr. Douglas, the owner, has to approve. They would hire immediately so the new person can train with me. They have a two week payment only after I leave. If I want to come back, they would be interested but can't make any promises." "Well, I guess that's something," I said. "Babe, I'll keep looking. I'll find something. I'll do anything." I was desperately trying to reassure her. I was trying but a call tomorrow from my agent could change our lives. A week later, I had just picked Liz up again and the subject came up again. I had tried hard to find something that I could stick to even at minimum wage. I had also made a few calls but nothing. Positioned filled, or mail or email in resume and they would look at it. It didn't look good. Liz was getting more desperate. A few days later I woke up to something happening down below. It was Liz, stroking my cock in slow deliberate movements. She looked at me, continuing her slow antagonizing stroking. "Honey, do you think you are a good actor?" A few more slow strokes, she pushed my hand away. She was in control. "Well, babe, I think so. I was in school drama, played the hero; went to Drama School and passed. So I think so. Why the question?" I was pretty sure I was a good actor. "I just had an idea that we are going to put to the test. You did say you would do anything to get a job, right?" She was looking at me and squeezed the head of my cock so I wouldn't cum too soon. "What Idea?" I said. "I think I could play any part. Do you have someone casting now?" I was getting excited. "Well, yes I do," she said. But before I introduce you to her I want to be sure you can play the part. If you let me down, I'll have a big problem." "No worries on that score, babe. What do I have to do?" This sounded like a dream coming true. "Well, I wouldn't be that sure," Liz said. "You have to dress and be made up and then we can present you. I need you to get that job. You did say you would do anything, right?" The pumping continued slowly, oh so slowly. "Of course. Tell me what I have to do and I'll do it." If it was one of Liz's customers from that upscale restaurant, it would be a juicy part. No two bit director could afford the pricing in that place. "When can we see him?" "Not so fast," Liz said. "It's a she. First, I have to finish what I started. Then we need you to shower and shave. I have to do some shopping but will be back soon whilst you rest up before we get you ready." Liz pumped harder leaning across my crotch. Both her hands were at work now. My ball sac was being massaged whilst the other hand increased pace on the strokes." "Babe, I am close. Can you use your mouth?" I was trying hard to convince Liz to give me blowjobs during pregnancy. She had never liked it after the first time she tried and preferred to use her hands than mouth. "Not today, honey. But I promise that if you do this audition well and get the job, I'll be happy to suck you dry every day for a week and swallow your cum every time. Is that a deal?" Liz knew how to motivate me and a few strokes later brought me to a shuddering orgasm. It had been exquisite torture. I had to recover and it took me a few moments. There were pools of cum on my stomach and pubic hair. Liz moved over and poked her tongue at the pool of cum. "Not too bad, but I'll take it straight down my throat if you get the job," She kissed the tip of my cock and got up. I was on a high. I would prove to her that I was a good actor. "Oh yes, babe. I won't let you down." The thought of her mouth on me and her swallowing my juice would be a strong motivator. I only hoped she meant it. "OK, then. Go take a shower and use that cream on your body. I don't want any hair on your body from the eyebrows down. Legs, arms and just leave a small patch at you crotch. And then moisturize all over." "Why do I need to do that? What kind of role is it?" I asked curiously. Maybe I had to wear some skin costume or something. Well, if that is what one had to do, I had no choice. "No questions, hun. Just do as I say and I'll be back soon. Why don't you make a light brunch? I won't be long." Liz was dressing and left the apartment with a brief kiss as I went into the bathroom. I had promised and wanted to take advantage of Liz's promise. How hard could it be? I did what Liz wanted and watched the hair disappear down the drain. I did not have much hair but still it seemed a lot. I moisturized and my skin felt totally different. I inspected myself in the mirror behind the bathroom door. 5' 7", 142 lbs. and no flab. Liz was perhaps just an inch shorter and would be 25 lbs. lighter if she wasn't pregnant. I put on my boxers and a T Shirt and prepared some oatmeal and toast for Liz. I prepared the coffee maker so all I had to do was press the button when she returned. It was almost 11 when Liz returned. She had some bags in her hand. She took them through to the bedroom. She joined me a few minutes later and we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. "So what role am I supposed to play?" I asked between mouthfuls of oatmeal. "I have to prepare." "You'll see after breakfast. I hope you took away all the hair." Liz was studying my arms. I noticed now that the lack of hair made them look slender. Actually, they looked pretty good. "I think so. Couldn't reach anything on my back but you can check. I have to admit, my skin feels great. I hope it's a great costume." I was thinking of the new world that was opening. Liz would not go through all this if it was a long shot. I put away the dishes into the sink, swallowed the last sip of my coffee and followed Liz into the bathroom. I took off my robe and she inspected me closely, front and back. "Where's your razor?" Liz asked. I gave it to her and she used it on my back where I couldn't reach. Then she turned me around. She whisked off a few stray hairs, then opened the drawer and took out small scissors. She trimmed my bush and then used the razor to neaten the edges. It looked funny but I couldn't say much. Curiosity was growing as to what costume I had to wear. I wondered what my neighbors would say when I left the apartment. Liz led me into the bedroom and sat me on the bed. "Now, Bob, remember your promise OK. No discussion, no arguing and you had better get into the role. I need you to take this seriously and do as I ask. I am sorry to say this but if you don't, I think I will need to go back home and give the baby a chance at a normal life, if that's possible." Not honey, not babe, just Bob. This couldn't be good. "I promise. I don't want you to go anywhere. Just wait and I'll show you what I can do to get this job." I was serious. The thought of losing Liz and the baby was too much to bear. "I'm glad to hear it. I love you and want to be with you but we have a baby now. I need to worry about that little thing too." Liz was right. There was added responsibility. "Now remember your promises." She rummaged in her bags and brought out something like a panties. It appeared too small to fit me. "That won't fit," I said. "It's too mall." I protested. "Well, it will and it is stretch material. So step into it. Remember our discussion a moment ago." So of course I stepped into it. I had to struggle to pull it up over my hips. Liz went behind me and pulled my cock back between my legs. Holding it there, she helped me up with the panty. Actually it was some kind of special panty and pulled my bits back that the front was flat. "There are special panties to do this but we haven't money to waste until you get the job." Liz was making sure it was pulled up tightly and smoothing it over. Liz continued, "Hun, just so you know, you are auditioning for my job at the restaurant. If Bessie passes you and then Mr. Douglas you will have a job every evening as the new hostess. You'll have to dress like this every night and wear heels. So now let's get you ready." "What?" I said. "No way. How can I do this and get away with it?" I was getting angry now at Liz's deception and said so. "Shut up." Liz was even madder. "You said you were an actor, so act! If this is what you want in life, this is your chance to prove it. To me and to yourself. And if you can't, it's OK. I have my bag packed and mum will be happy to see me. I already called her. So what'll it be?" I was taken back by her tone. I had never heard her so angry. I understood that this was the test of my life. Both to act and also to be with Liz. I wanted this so bad. "Sorry," I said, "Really Liz. I wasn't expecting this." "Neither was I. But unless you have a better plan, this is it. I promised Bessie that I had a replacement candidate that would come by today around 4.30. We don't have much time, so let's get going." A black bra with some large foam inserts was next. "We'll have to invest in some better forms if you get the job. So make sure you don't get too close to anyone. I think they'll pass for a fleeting brush. A sturdy bra should help." Liz was quite serious about this and had been planning this a little while. I couldn't blame her. We were in serious trouble. Then came a corset which she tightened tightly. It didn't reduce my waist much but certainly gave my figure a better shape. There were some tabs hanging down. Of course, Liz had bought some shiny stockings. She showed me how to bundle them, slip in the toe part and then pull them. "Be careful, we can't have you tear them on day 1," Liz warned me. She helped and then attached them to the tabs hanging from the corset. "OK, normally you would have to wear stylish dresses or long gowns as I wear. I think some of mine would fit you but we may have to get others. We'll have to look in some thrift stores. Or maybe I can say you are my sister. We'll have to see after you are all done up." She took out some heels. These were hers and quite high, but not like the ones she wore to work every day. They were probably about 3" and simple black sling backs. I tried them on. They were a little tight, but not impossibly so. "Walk a little so I can see. One foot in front of the other and try to swing your hips. Slowly now." I stood up and found my balance holding on to Liz. I walked a few paces. My balance was Ok but swinging my hips was new. I'd need a lot more practice. "So for this interview, you don't need to be overdone. So I think a simple blouse and skirt will do. It's short and tight but it will also prevent you from taking giant steps." Liz was holding out a dark pink blouse, short sleeved, with wide collars and could be buttoned high. The skirt was grey in color, tight but fit quite well and came to about 4 inches above my knee... She gave me a broad black belt to wear over the blouse and it hung low over my stomach. I wore the blouse over the skirt and it showed the feminine form in bust with a hint of the curves. I think I would pass in form. But this depended on many other things too. The butterflies were growing. "What about hair?" I asked. My hair was fashionably medium length but not cut into any female style. "Well, we'll have to see what we can do with your hair. I couldn't afford a decent wig. Let's see what we can do. But makeup first." "Oh, babe, I have no experience with this. Pirates, monsters and clowns, I have done. But never female." I wasn't sure I could pull this off. I have never needed such a subtle makeover. "Hmm. I know how to do my own makeup but not sure how to do you. The evening job requires heavier and more glamorous makeup. This is a regular interview and is a real test." Liz was thinking. "What time is it?" I looked at the bedside clock. It was 1.00 pm. Liz was looking at the clock also. "OK, walk around and get used to the heels. I need to make a call." She grabbed her phone and stepped outside the bedroom. I walked the short distance in the bedroom, finding my balance and trying to follow Liz's instructions. A few moments later Liz rushed back in. "Sit at the dresser for a moment. We have to rush." Liz attached some bright red hoop earrings. They were clip-ons. "Need to get them pierced if you pull it off." Liz was attaching a bright red beaded chain around my neck. "Pucker up," she said. A bright tube of lipstick was applied carefully in several layers. "It'll have to do. Take a Kleenex and blot it please." I followed her suggestion and saw the bright marks of my lip on the tissue. Liz was rummaging around in her drawer. She went behind me and pulled the scarf over my head tying it tightly behind me. Looking at the mirror, I saw the bright scarf covering my hair. I would pass at a distance, but I looked older than I was. "Katie will touch you up and help if we get there now. Let's go. Oh, wait, need a purse and sunglasses." Liz rummaged around in the cupboard and brought out a purse with shoulder straps. I had seen her wearing it some time ago. She also found one of her sunglasses which would cover my eyes. Only my lipsticked mouth could be seen. "We'll probably have time to come back here. I have to get ready. Come on." Walking slowly behind her, butterflies in my stomach, I followed Liz out into the corridor and elevator. There was nobody else there and we escaped to our 10 year old Toyota Camry. It had seen better days but was reliable. Liz drove. Ten minutes later I was walking into Katie's salon. It had one client having her hair washed and head bent backwards over the sink. She couldn't have seen me. Katie and Liz were talking and I was the subject. They came over. "Hi Bobbi, I am Katie. Liz has explained a little. We don't have a lot of time as I have a client at 2.30 pm. So let's see what we can do. Come to the back with me. I followed her as did Liz. It was a small room with cosmetics of every type and hue aligned neatly on the counter. A large mirror with lights all around was a focal point. There were lots of wigs on a shelf opposite the mirror. I sat in the chair and Katie draped an apron on me over my blouse. She removed the scarf. "OK, let's see what we have." Katie held my face and moved it from side to side. She ran her hands through my hair. "Not much to work with here. Liz, this is not going to be easy but we haven't much time to play around. Eyebrows will be an issue. Hair is pointless. Can I see you outside for a moment, hun?" Katie and Liz stepped outside. Why couldn't they discuss with me? I was the object of their interest. Oh well, I had said I would do all they wanted. I felt sure I could pull it off if I looked the part. People would be attracted to my bust or my face and pay less attention to my man's voice. It was probably a couple of minutes only, but felt longer. "So Bobbi, here is the plan." Katie turned my chair away from the mirror. I am sorry we have only a little time. So we have to take some shortcuts. I made some suggestions to Katie and she has agreed. First, I am going to provide you with a decent wig as a loaner. When your hair grows out, we can style it in a similar manner. But we may have to glue the front edge down to keep it in place. Secondly, we will have to drastically trim your brows. They are not bushy but we need to arch them by plucking. I can cover them up, but it would be noticed at close range. Or we can shave it off. It'll grow back in a couple of weeks but you may have to use some theatrical brows in the meantime. You can get them at a theatrical store later. So what do we do?" "I think Liz should decide. I am OK with whatever. She's taking a risk for me and this is not a huge problem. I'll survive, I guess." "Good attitude," Katie said. "We're may decide to shave them later. It'll be better for today if I tweeze it." "OK," I whispered. Katie had her tweezers handy and then I felt her plucking. It hurt but I sat still and let her do her work. For the next forty-five minutes there was a flutter of brushes, powder and lots of paint on my face and neck. I had eyelashes glued on and brushed with mascara. Katie was pretty adept at what she was doing. She turned me around to face the mirror. "Wow." My mind was blank. I was looking at a pretty cool woman, except for the hair of course. Beautiful, darkened brows, with light shadow, and a darkened lash line. Rouge, subtly applied and a bright splash of crimson on my lips. "Let's finish this." Katie took out a brunette wig and pulled it on my head. She brushed it and hair sprayed it. She teased it here and there. She attached some liquid to the front and pressed it down. My real hair was not detectable. "That's an expensive natural hair wig. Take good care of it. You're not quite done yet. Keep admiring, you look great." Liz was beaming, a relieved look on her face. My appearance looked quite natural. Katie removed the cape. She took out a box and within minutes I had a set of bright red nails pasted on. "These are stick-ons so be careful," Katie warned. "We don't have time to paint your toenails today." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I straightened my blouse, admiring the bulge of my breast forms. The skirt had a zip at the back and I moved it around, careful not to disturb my nails. "Let's go," Liz said, "I have to get ready too. Katie, we owe you big time." "No problem, Liz. Glad I could help. If Bobbie here gets the job, call me and we'll set up a time to train Bobbie in girly things. You'll probably need silicone breast forms, a gaffe and some other things. I can help with some of this stuff." Katie walked us out of the door. As we walked to the car I was feeling more confident. I certainly looked the part. "Don't use the sunglasses. You look great. Take smaller steps and one foot in front of the other," Liz cautioned me. "Try to swing your hips. They are expecting an elegant hostess. I have to say you look better than I expected. Many of our male customers will drool over you. Just be careful not to lead them on too much." "Come on Liz. Why would I do that? Even if I am dressed like this, I still am a man underneath you know. It's a part I am playing." I couldn't believe what she was saying. "I know that but the male customers, and Mr. Douglas, don't know that. They expect you to flirt a little. It brings customers back you know. You get hit on almost every night and you have to learn to manage it." Liz was quite serious and I could understand her point of view. "Don't worry, I'll do my best. I've seen how you do it." I was feeling quite sure I could pass muster. "OK, but you need to be especially nice to Mr. Douglas. He is quite a ladies man and will surely hit on you. You have to play up to him. He is the owner and the boss." I nodded. "I understand. I will try." "One more thing," Liz said. "Your voice. I don't think you can keep a higher pitch all evening. But perhaps talking in a softer, huskier voice would be attractive and hide the male voice. Try to sound natural." "You mean like this, Ms. Liz? Welcome to the Starlight Restaurant." I tried to mimic what Liz had said. "Not bad but don't try so hard. You'll never keep it up." Liz got into the car and we went back home. I was trying to imagine myself in this guise and get into a female frame of mind. We got out of the car. I swung my legs out as Liz had recommended. I admired the smooth legs and stockings that preceded me. "Since we are meeting Bessie at 4.30 I won't have time to change at the club. So I'll have to get ready here. If you get the job, we'll have to figure out where you will change. Go admire yourself and don't get messed up. I will change and do my makeup as quick as I can." Liz was in top gear now. The butterflies were returning. This would be my biggest test. I knew I could pass on the looks at a distance, but needed more time to get used to female mannerisms. It reminded me of acting school where we had to improvise. It took Liz 45 minutes to get ready and we still had a little time. She looked stunning with a long beige gown, slit up one side. Her full breasts showed through the low cut neckline. The bulge in her stomach was noticeable and made the dress taut over the midsection. Her makeup was heavy as for evening time with false lashes, mascara, dark shadow and crimson lipstick. She looked great. "We need a story for you," she said sitting at our kitchen table with a glass of water. I was sitting too admiring my nails. "I think we also need to be practical. If you get the job, we can't afford to spend money on many new outfits. Luckily, you are about my normal size. We will need to spend money on your breast forms and other things, including a wig. So, what do you think of this? I don't think you can pass for my sister. You are my cousin, a young divorcee, who has just moved into the same apartment block. This would explain us being close. You are having problems with that scumbag ex-husband who is not paying your alimony. Since I am pregnant, I don't need the clothes and since you don't have much money at the moment, you will buy my clothes, shoes and accessories. Does that make sense?" Liz was looking directly at me. "You really look good," she added. "Thanks. I guess that makes sense. What happens after we meet Bessie?" I asked. I assumed that the interview wouldn't take long. Liz would start work and I would be dressed and left to wander the streets. "Never thought about that," Liz ventured. "I start work at 5 but the restaurant doesn't open till 5.30 pm for the early diners. Bessie may want me to show you what we do, study the Daily Specials and get ready. I don't take orders at the tables, but I greet the guests at the door. I then check if they have reservations and escort them to their table with menus." "Why can't I come back to the apartment? I can still come back to pick you up. I'll have plenty of time to change." Liz was thinking. "True, but I think it would be better if you met Mr. Douglas today if Bessie approves first. You look good and we won't need to get another makeover for you to see him. He doesn't work out of the restaurant, but has an office nearby with a secretary and accountant. We'll try to get you to see him today. He is the final decision maker. "OK," I said. "Will you be there too?" "Not sure," Liz replied. "I start work at 5, don't forget. Let's see if he can see you this evening. That would be best." Liz paused to grab her purse. "Now make sure you have everything in your purse," Liz reminded me. "Lipstick, Kleenex, driver's license and some cash. I have $ 10 you can have." I nodded and checked my purse. I stood up to smooth out my skirt. I went to the bathroom to make sure I wouldn't need to go again soon. Make sure you sit down and use the Ladies," Liz shouted at me. I did as she reminded me and checked my makeup in the larger bathroom mirror. I couldn't believe it was me. I did look good and wondered if I could perfect Katie's makeup tricks. Practice, practice, practice, I thought. It was 4.10 pm as we left the apartment. Liz walked behind me to observe my gait. I think I did OK. She gave me a few more pointers about swinging my arms and how I should try to walk from my hips. I would have to remember. I sat on the seat and swung my feet in. It worked fine. I adjusted the seatbelt and felt the strap press down on my new breasts. We arrived at the restaurant on time. Liz parked in the attached carpark and we walked to the entrance. The restaurant was on a short cross- street between two larger streets. It was still quite light and I thought we looked a little overdressed. But it would be dark soon. I was really happy that I had not visited the restaurant and met anyone. That would have been embarrassing although I doubt they would have recognized me now. Since Liz was ready now, we were in time for the 4.30 appointment. We found Bessie studying the Daily Specials that she had just printed. She greeted us warmly. Liz introduced me as her cousin and new neighbor and the circumstances of my divorce. If this didn't work, it could lead to a divorce I thought. I concentrated on modulating my voice and greeted Bessie with a soft 'Hello' and a handshake. Bessie asked me what I had done and what experience I had. I explained that I was a recent divorcee and had moved to the area only recently. I had worked in entertainment previously in clubs and restaurants catering to the higher end clientele. We walked through the premise and they showed me where everything was. There were larger restrooms and this is where Liz usually changed. It was spacious enough. We walked through to the kitchens, storage areas and stopped at the tables. The restaurant had been split into two sections that were well balanced. A large bar with a counter that ran almost the whole length of the wall; the restaurant was adjacent and parallel. The section to the left had the usual variety of tables for two, four or more. This was very upscale and the menu pricing reflected it. The chef too was gaining a great local reputation. Overall, it was an in place. Liz's small counter with computer was right at the entrance. She could take them to their table or point them to the bar. There was a small stool on which she could sit when it was quiet. Bessie explained my duties and responsibilities. It didn't seem so difficult. But I needed a smile on my face always and the ability to deal with difficult, or occasionally, drunk customers. I would also be on my feet most of the night. Dress code was elegance. No short skirts or slutty outfits. Medium length skirts or long dresses and heels were preferred with good makeup as would befit an elegant establishment. Liz explained to Bessie that as she was pregnant she couldn't wear her outfits and I had agreed to purchase them off her. So except the face, most customers would see a similar style of dress. Bessie was happy with that. Since I was Liz's cousin, Bobbie Jo, Bessie didn't scrutinize me closely nor ask a lot of questions about my past career. It was almost 5.15 pm now and last minute checks were going on. Liz asked Bessie if Mr. Douglas could see me, providing Bessie agreed of course. Bessie thought I could do well and went to phone Mr. Douglas. She came back a few minutes later to say that he was in a meeting but could see me around 6 pm in his office. I was to knock if the door was locked. Bessie gave directions which were quite simple. Bessie left to talk to kitchen personnel. Liz had to be ready too. "OK, Bobbie, remember what you have to do. We need this job for you, hun. Sorry, it seems to be the only way for now. I am not sure how long you'll be with Mr. Douglas but come back when you are done and we can figure out if you should wait or go home." She gave me a kiss on the cheek whispering "good luck." I asked if I could use the bathroom and went to check myself one last time. I looked fine. I smoothed out my dress and adjusted my blouse. The top buttons were open but my breasts were well hidden. Their bulge showed. I enjoyed quite a prominent size. I opened my purse, took out the lipstick and applied it to my lips, stretching my lips so that every crease would get some color. It didn't need it but seemed a natural action. I exited the building and walked to Mr. Douglas's office. It was just a short walk. I swung my hips, remembering Liz's advice. I passed the building as I still had some time. It was a pleasant street with upscale boutiques, a bar and a couple of restaurants. It was time to overcome the next obstacle. I turned back and knocked on the door of the glass fronted entrance. I could see several desks and chairs, all empty now. It said MD Enterprises. A few moments later a large man opened the door. He appeared fit, in his mid-40's and well dressed with open necked shirt and slacks. He had a huge smile on his face. "Hi," he said, "you must be Bobbie. Mike Douglas." He extended his hand. "Come in." I followed him in to his personal office. The other office with accountant and assistant had an open plan and I could see a small garden through the large floor to ceiling window at the back. It was a pleasant office with a lot of light. There were only four desks with computer monitors. We entered his private office which appeared quite small and plain. The desk had a computer screen and was piled with papers. He pointed to some chairs in front of the desk. I sat down. "So, Bobbie, Bessie tells me you would like to work at the Starlight. Tell me a little about you and your experience." He leant back in his chair, arms crossed and waited for me to speak. I explained that I had grown up in another state, graduated high school, and then went on to college to study English and Drama. I hadn't had much of a chance to pursue a career as I had met someone and got married. I had worked in a club and during college also in a restaurant. Unfortunately, the marriage didn't last too long and here I was trying to make a new life. I had worked in entertainment as a hostess in an establishment in the big city, L' Gastronome, but this had closed down and so another reason to move on. I explained that I had always been close with my cousin, Liz, and when she mentioned she was pregnant and looking for a replacement, I thought I would give it a try. "Interesting," Mike said. "Would you mind stepping out back with me for a few minutes? We can continue to talk there." He went out through the back door to the little covered patio. He took out a pack of cigarettes. "I know it's a nasty habit but I don't smoke too much and I enjoy it." He held out the pack to me. I had smoked for a short period during college but had given it up long ago, well before I met Liz. Something made me take one with my red tipped fingers. "I don't usually smoke now, but I too enjoy it occasionally." He lit it for me and I inhaled slowly not wanting to cough. I managed and we smoked in silence for a moment. "So did you do any acting?" Mike asked. "Well, it's a tough business," I replied. "You know how competitive it can be. I did some small parts and one or two commercials for clothes. Then my ex made me stop as he was doing well. I was a lady of leisure for a while until I discovered him in my bed with his young secretary." I wasn't sure why I was creating an elaborate story. I needed to remember all of this if I got the job. I took another drag of the cigarette. "Yes, it can be tough. I too got divorced many years ago and know the problems. So, do you think you can handle Liz's job? It's not hard but you need to keep a smile on your face whatever happens." "Yes, I think so. Bessie and Liz showed me what needed to be done. I think I can manage it." "Did they discuss other things like pay and benefits?" "No," I replied. "I assumed you would handle that. Mike went on to explain his philosophy about the restaurant and its upscale customers. Service was of paramount importance. He needed someone who could remain cool in all circumstances. "Well, I think I can handle the job quite well. To be honest, I do need this job. I have been looking for a while now and I haven't seen anything." I am not sure why I said that although not finding work was true. "Strange," he said. "You seem well suited for hospitality. I would have thought local restaurants would have grabbed at the chance." "Well, I haven't seen anything. I will work hard and I think I can deal well with people. As I said, I really like the place and badly need the job." I moved closer to him. "Could I have another cigarette, please?" "Of course," he said handing me the pack. He took one himself. He took out his lighter and I touched his hand to shield the flame. I took a quiet drag but that touch did something to me. It was like a movie scene where the heroine throws herself at the hero. We smoked in silence for a few moments. "Is there anything else I can tell you about me?" I wanted him to decide so I could go back to Liz and calm her down. I couldn't afford to let her down. "I don't think so," Mike said. "My only concern is that you'll get bored and move on. It's not easy to find and keep good people. My staff has been around for quite some time now. I think they are all happy." "Well, I have no plans. On the contrary, I need to find something that I can concentrate on and build a new life." I was clear on that. In order to keep Liz, I had to play this game. "Ok, come with me. Let's go to the restaurant." He stubbed out his cigarette, as did I and we went back in. He grabbed his jacket and we left the office. I tried to walk as femininely as possible the short distance to the restaurant. "Hi Liz, how are you and that baby of yours?" Mike asked as we entered the restaurant. It was reasonably busy but there were no clients requiring Liz's immediate attention right now. "Fine, Mike. It's growing. Not much longer now." Liz was smiling. Perhaps it was a good sign that we had come in. "I've been talking to Bobbie here about the job. What do you think? Mike asked her directly in front of me. I blushed. It was a little dark now inside and I didn't think Mike noticed. "Mike, I know Bobbie since childhood. I think she looks elegant and can keep up." Liz was now thinking fast. "But, as you always say, service is the key to returning customers. I think Bobbie has a great personality and would fit in quite well." "It seems so," Mike said. "Bobbie lets have that drink and we can talk a little more." He led me to the bar. I saw Liz wink at me in encouragement. He ordered a Gin & tonic whilst I ordered a white wine. Would he expect me to pay for this? I only had $10 on me. We got prompt service of course and sat at a corner table. "So what do you think was your greatest challenge at Gastronome?" he asked. I had never been into that restaurant. It had existed and was now closed. But this was some years ago. I had never eaten or drunk there. "Mike, I think what Liz told you is key. The higher-end the establishment is, the greater the expectation. Always courteous, always with a smile and able to help even the most demanding customers. I was even asked where there were good clubs nearby and I told them. Being friendly and greeting them by name if they are repeat customers is key." I think I said that quite well using my new found female voice. "You're right of course. I say that to the staff all the time." Mike took a sip of his drink. "So when could you start?" he asked. "Quite soon I think. A day or two at most. When would you like me to start?" I thought it was in the bag. But I had to spend time with Katie getting ready for my female disguise. "I think Liz is quite near and I don't mind hiring someone to give her a break. Can't be easy on those heels all evening. You know I have a certain dress code here." Mike's eyes were on my face. "I need another drink," he said and suddenly rose to go to the bar. "You?" I declined. I needed to keep a clear head. Besides, I couldn't afford it either. He came back a short while later with a drink in his hand. "I don't know if Bessie told you," I started. "But if I get the job, I have agreed to take all the outfits and accessories from Liz. We are about the same size. She can't use them for quite a while. So dress code is not an issue." "Good. Do you have transportation? How will you get to work?" Mike was getting serious with his questioning. "Well, to day I came with Liz. But I intend to buy a car. Liz also said I could change here so I could take a bus. It's not far at all." I couldn't let this be an obstacle. "Punctuality is important. We don't have a backup. If you are late or a no show, that is really bad for business, especially at the weekend." I understood. If I let him down, I needn't come in the next day. "I promise. To be honest, I need this job badly and need to keep it. I won't let you down." I tried to plead without being desperate. "Isn't your ex-husband taking care of you?" Mike asked. "He has to support you." "Well, no. He isn't. I don't know where he is and he is a s.o.b. Sorry, but it wasn't a good experience." I tried to explain my dire need. "Too bad. Well, let's go back to the office and draw up the paperwork. I'll give you a 3-month trial. If all OK, then we can discuss more." Mike asked the bartender to put the drinks on the tab. I was relieved. I was elated. It seems like I would be able to set Liz's mind at ease. Even if I had to dress like this, it was an acting job. I was an actor, a good one I thought, and could do this. Well, I also needed to do this. We went back to the entrance and Mike called Liz and Bessie to confirm that he was ready to give me a trial. He would take care of the paperwork and that I should discuss when would be a good time to start. We exited the building and I was very happy inwardly. It seems I passed the test. In his office Mike opened a tall filing cabinet and pulled out some papers. "Please fill this form out. I need to use the restroom. There's a pen on my desk." Mike left me to complete the forms. I looked at the form and my heart almost stopped. He needed my full name, address, social security number, a copy of the driver's license. I wasn't ready for any of this. If I lied, I would be found out easily. How could I provide a copy of my driver's license? Bobbie Jackson didnt exist. I was playing a role. I twirled the pen thinking desperately. Mike returned. "What's the problem?" he asked seeing the blank form. I looked at him with a frightened look. This was falling apart. "Mike, I have been thinking. I can't sign these forms right now. I didn't mean to lie, but I am fighting my ex-husband. My lawyer has found him, the bastard. If I get a job officially, then he may refuse to pay any money. My lawyer is already hitting him for back alimony. Is there another way we can do this?" "What do you mean?" he asked "Well, ....mmm, can you keep me off the books for a period until I settle this or through my probationary period? I really need and want the job, but I have had such a bad time this last year I can't and wont het that s.o.b. get away with it." I tried to get some sympathy from Mike who was looking at me quite hard. He was trying to balance good business practice with his sympathy for me. "I'll do anything, Mike, anything at all if you will give me this chance." I didn't want to cry as I would spoil my makeup but I wanted him on my side, sympathizing with me. "I am not sure what you are suggesting. You want me to pay you but not officially?" he said, his voice a little uncertain now. "So as an independent consultant or whatever? If others find out, I'll have a mutiny on my hands." "Mike, I need your help. Really I do. I could do you a favor in return if you would like." I tried to look down as if embarrassed. "What kind of favor can you do for me?" he asked a little breathlessly. "I don't want this to sound bad, but I really need this job. If you are able to give me a little time to take care of things with my ex, I can really make you feel better now." My tone indicated what type of favor he could expect. I ran my tongue across my lips, tasting the lipstick. I stood up and went to him. I was playing a role, right? I didn't want to get too close as he might feel the difference in my forms. "Let me show you one way," I said. "It has been a little while but some things you can't forget. I used to be good at this." I knelt in front of him and undid his pants. He didn't help or hinder, just stood there passively. I could see the tent in his boxers. That was good. He was turned on. I pulled down his boxers and grasped his cock. It was quite big, much bigger than mine. I stroked it gently whilst feeling his sac with the other hand. I looked up at him through those long lashes questioning if I should continue. "This is what I was thinking of," I said and kissed the tip of his cock. I was still looking at him through my lashes. The head was in my mouth but I wasn't sucking on it yet. I just kept the head still as I looked up at him. "Well, this a new form of incentive I guess. But Bobbie, I have to tell you, I haven't done this for some time. So it may be very quick." Mike was looking at the scene below: a pretty lady, bright red mouth with the head of his cock sitting in her mouth. "As I mentioned, I haven't done this for a while too. So are you willing to accept my terms of employment?" I took thee cock out of my mouth stroking it. I couldn't talk with my mouth full. I put the tip of my tongue into the folds of his foreskin as I spoke. "Oh yes," Mike said. "We may need to review this very regularly though." "Mmmm," I muttered as I took his cock into my mouth. It's hard to talk with the mouth full. I sucked him in slowly, stroking him, working my tongue. With the other hand I continued to massage his sac. As I looked up, Mike's eyes were half closed. I got into the rhythm. This was more by intuition than experience. Liz had only blown me once, but it wasn't very good as I recalled. My other girlfriends had preferred hand jobs too. I didn't think I could get away with a hand job in exchange for the job. Mike was right, it didn't take long. He was holding my shoulders and I was thankful it was not my wig. He erupted in my mouth and closed my lips allowing nothing to escape till I had swallowed. I didn't want any telltale signs on my clothes. I held him in my mouth until he was limp; I rubbed his cock over my lips. He was drained. "Was that OK?" I asked quietly. "It has been some time." "That was fantastic," Mike said. "I haven't experienced that for so long I forgot how good it can be." I rose and straightened out my skirt and blouse, inspecting them for any signs. "Are we OK?" I asked wanting to get back to Liz. I had been here too long. "More than OK. Tell Liz and Bessie you start in two days' time and will work with Liz till she cannot bear it. Then you are on your own. We will discuss your progress very regularly." I think Mike was saying I got the job and that I would be swallowing his juice regularly. This wasn't me sucking cock, it was Bobbie. I was merely an actor playing my part. I was not sure how to explain all this to Liz. Perhaps it was better to be quiet although I had not lied to her before now. I thanked him, gathered my purse and left his office. He was still standing there with exposed cock, boxers and pants at his ankles. I gave him a peck on the cheek. I hurried over to the restaurant with my heels clicking. It was past 9.15 pm and Liz would be done in 45 minutes. I saw her look anxiously at me as I entered. She was ready to leave. "It's a slow night and the kitchen is closing. We can leave now." She gathered her purse and we walked outside. "Well?" she asked. "What happened? You took your time. My interview lasted less than an hour." "We were talking about stuff. He wanted to see my license and social security etc. I told Mike I had to wait for my divorce and alimony to be clear before he could pay me officially. He would have to pay me in cash for some time." I hoped she would believe that. It was mostly true. She looked at me under the streetlight as we approached the car. She opened her purse and took out a Kleenex. She dabbed at my upper lip. "I guess you used your mouth for something besides talking tonight, Bobbie. You must be a great actor to have gotten away with that. I am glad you got the job. I guess tonight I will be the one using my mouth for something else too. I guess you will hold me to my promise." She touched my tucked away penis. "Oh yes....please," I said quietly. We got into the car and she leant over and gave me a deep kiss, her tongue thrusting into mine. These last few weeks there had been no proper sex, just an occasional hand job. I couldn't force Liz to do anything with that growing bulge. She looked at me after the kiss. "I think I will need to learn more about parenting. I am not sure how to bring up our baby with two mothers, only one of whom can produce milk for the baby. I guess the other can produce protein milk for me. I guess both of us will be learning to suck and enjoy." She smiled as we drove off.