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Title: GamerGirled for Life (Part 3) Author: Cupertino Abstract: The games expand into other VR worlds as Scott continues his journey deeper into a new way of being. "Don't move your legs just yet," said Sarah, from her Ms. Ray body as she set up the next session at the VR brothel, "or you'll flop onto the floor." "Hey! I'm topless!" yapped Scott, finding his female VR body floating and rotating like other dangling marionette bodies on display in the manor's library. Sarah tapped her fingers in the air beeping controls Scott couldn't see. As he waited, it seemed odd to Scott that he hadn't felt a panicky need to suddenly cross his arms and cover his perky bare breasts. Maybe he didn't want to because he kept looking at himself and enjoying how a chill in the air plumped his nipples. Or maybe with no windows anywhere among the bookshelves and with only Sarah in the room, things just felt safe. Looking down and pulling long trusses of red hair out of the way, he leered at his own tits. It was certainly getting chilly. So he waited, putting his hands on his hips as he slowly rotated on display while Sarah, his librarian hostess, fiddled about finishing something, he didn't know what. At his hips, Scott felt a wispy rubber flap. He carefully looked down, keeping his legs still. A thin semitransparent decoration curved up and over his hips, getting wider as it met in the back at the base of his spine. The flap looked like a goldfish fin. It accentuated his waist and the metallic blue dress that seemed to severely hobble his legs when he flexed the muscles inside. "I'm a mermaid! Come on!" "Just another minute," said Sarah. "I'm getting the client confirmed. His schedule keeps changing." The room's dark mahogany paneling and Sarah's use of candlelight made for an intimate restaurant setting. Just no food. The lifeless mannequin VR bodies to the left and right of Scott, silently did their slow vertical rotisserie chicken cook. Annoyingly, Sarah kept delaying, trotting about in heels doing one thing or another. At least in her sexy librarian VR skin, Scott had something wonderful to watch. He couldn't think of a greater distraction to capture any guy's eyes. As he rotated, he saw his neighboring female bodies. When the constant turning left him facing the boring wall, he cranked his neck to ogle the rotating body easiest to view with the least neck strain. The one on Scott's left wore nothing but ropes, tied as a cincher. The loops wrapped in a stacking series up her torso, covering her midriff. Extra twisted weaves bounded her forearms to her side. As Scott continued to rotate, Scott switched to crooking his head enough to enjoy a more traditional spectacle on the right, a lacy Frenchmaid in petticoats and frills. After who knows how many slow spins, the planets aligned perfectly and his bare breasts aimed at the maid's breasts. He reached out and groped her. She didn't mind after all. The eyes gazed off to nowhere, completely lifeless. The lips stayed slightly parted, tranquil with no appalled shock or reaction. He felt her up, wondering what it would be like to be forced to wear such an outfit. It seemed wonderfully demeaning, but only if forced for a lengthier period of time than just a long VR session. He imagined being stuck in the outfit for a whole weekend or more. It turned him on. Maybe a whole week as a maid would scratch his submissive itch. Acting out a fantasy for such a long stretch of time demanded real life and he wondered about making it come true. Was it possible? He'd need to push forward on looking more feminine and faster. He had wants and his current real life body held him back. But how permanent should that journey be just to satisfy a few fantasies? He felt his breasts and wished his silicon ones in real life felt more realistic. They had the weight but not the sensation of being a part of his body, of being wrapped in his own skin - like his VR totties. He grabbed the maid's breasts again. They where a little bit bigger, he thought. He felt a little jealous. Of course, the French tart's empty head felt nothing as he evaluated her. The empty VR noggin waited for a soul. He squeezed the boobs good-bye one last time as they turned out of reach. "Very nice," he said, wiggling his fingers as he kept up his hands, intending to check out the bare breasted ropette behind him - if their rotational horoscopes aligned so he could reach her. "I'm thinking I like the maid the best." "Just one more minute, my little one," said Sarah, not really listening while searching a cabinet. "I'm getting some rope for your next lesson. It's non-con." "This rubber tail is pretty snug. I think it's cutting off my virtual circulation, if I actually have any in VR." He wiggled. "I think the calves feel a little numb." Sarah rushed over. "Don't struggle with the tail!" Scott found his legs stiffly swathed together and now the VR took the movement as a signal to let him float down to the floor. The big tail fins pinned his feet inside, keeping his toes pointing out like a ballerina on point. The tail's rubber material didn't really allow much flexibility and Scott was not finding a way to stand during his landing. But the VR continued to place him on the floor anyway. Scott started flailing his arms. "I'm tipping over!" He fell into Sarah's arms. His wrists rested on her shoulders. "Even I can hold you," said Sarah, breathing right there, face to face. "You're so light." Scott pushed his face in and kissed the librarian's upper lip. "Is this a fantasy of yours? Admit it. There is no training in the next room, is there?" "Oh no. You're getting fucked by a guy tonight." "Geeh. You're killing the mood here." Sarah smiled. "Maybe later though. You and me. I promise." Letting Scott slip down her body to the floor, Scott's face rubbed into Sarah's breasts. He felt his friend's blouse and its shear silk. Then his bare nipples stroked the skirt's rougher yet still smooth silk wool sheen stretched over the bent knees, trying to slow the descent. "You're dropping me," worried Scott. "No," said Sarah. "I'm just setting you down." On landing with a squeaky rubber sound, Scott's breasts made contact with the cold floor. "How can a guy fuck a woman in a mermaid tail?" asked Scott, as his wrists got tugged up. "Whoa. Gentle." His face was forced to look at the floor, as a rope wrapped several times around his wrists binding his hands together high above his head. Trying to lift his face to see proved useless, as a huge volume of red hair fell over his eyes. With his upper arms pulled against the side his head, he tried using them to rub the trusses away from his view. It didn't help either. He almost kissed the wood floorboards when he tried to protest some more. Sarah huffed as she tightened Scott's wrist bindings. "Relax your arms already, little lamb. Now flip over." Scott rotated his hips, once, then twice, but the oversized caudal fins at his feet resisted the maneuver. With a push from Sarah's foot, enough momentum took for a complete flop. "I like you like this," said Sarah. "They're huge," said Scott, slapping his fins about. He flexed his feet inside the costume and flopped the tail fins some more. "So how..." A strong rope yank above his head spun him around and pulled him towards a hidden panel door. The wrenching dragged him by the wrists across the floor. "Sarah!" "Shh. I was going to set you nicely into a wheelchair, but a certain person couldn't stay still long enough. Now it's the hard way." Each tug squeaked rubber against floor. Intermittent pauses taken by Sarah, to get a couple steps back in her high heels, allowed the rubber and its textured fish-like scales to squish and stick even more before the next tug. Another yank with pain at the wrists and a loud squeak followed. Entering a hallway, they passed a hospital chair and its large wheels. "Please let me ride the chair," begged Scott, unable to see his hands above his head. "Shush, my little sushi. There's no time." Scott contorted his neck and saw through red strands of hair a hallway lined with dozens of doors. He fretted at the distance given so many doors. "Oh god. Which one's ours? How much further?" Yank. Squeak. Yank. Squeak. A door opening, as Sarah shouldered it, answered the main question. The catch of the day slid into a room with a waterfall grotto. The pounding flood echoed inside a pool area with a dripping wet cave ceiling. The damp floor made sliding easier on Scott, but harder for Sarah, as her stilettos lost traction. With some precarious steps, Sarah managed to set the bound mermaid up against some coral. She half stood to catch her breath. The tied wrists fell in front of Scott's face. His elbow covered his bare breasts. A mist of water formed droplets in his red hair and on his bare shoulders. He just silently looked at Sarah, letting his hands touch her blouse. "So how do I get fucked tonight? I'm practically in a condom." He looked down. "I think I am a condom." Sarah, still hunching over her partner, slid her hand underneath. She pushed a finger up through to the rear. "No!" said Scott, his eyes widening. With a mischievous look, Sarah smiled. "Lay back. With your legs pointing up in the air," she said, struggling to rest Scott's ankles on her left shoulder, "and a little lift up. Now my finger is touching the right spot. There we are. Your dorsal hides the slit." "Ok. I feel it. Ok. You can stop now." Scott looked at the Sarah's blouse becoming more transparent as the wet mermaid tail rubbed about her shoulder. "This sexual pose," said Sarah, "is called the mermaid position. For obvious reasons. Even without the costume." Scott felt the finger still moving around. "Um, hey. Yeah, you. Ok. Sure, just keep moving that around in there, why don't you. Sure, I don't feel awkward at all. Wait. Are you my teacher tonight? In that case, don't stop. I like it. Keep going. Please." "Just your tutor for the set up. Your last instructor said you were a bit dry. When you get your VRGuard body sig, you'll sync better with your VR presence. Until then you're not going to get turned on like a client can. That can easily hurt your ratings. That drops your pay and therefore mine. The clients have sigs with all the options of course, so they feel every detail and more." "You want me to get a vaginal mapping don't you?" "No. Just you concentrating for now will do. This should work. You don't need to spend a bunch of money for fancy data added to your visor chip. Just picture my finger touching you." Scott stared into her eyes. His elbows squeezed in his bare breasts, plumping up his cleavage. The waterfall pounded a few feet away. He thought of what Sarah was doing to his female VR body. Secretly being a man made him nervous. Would she figure out his secret doing something so intimate? He tried to smile and then closed his eyes to concentrate. "I can picture it. I'm feeling it. Really." He opened his eyes. He dared not say it wasn't working. Sarah smiled. Her finger slowly moved in and out. "Good." Keep picturing my finger fucking you." "I am." He closed his eyes and tried to remember Danny inserting the VR dildo. Scott's real life body didn't have the female naughty parts, but in the game it felt so good. He remembered the feeling. The VR sensations were mind blowing. He recalled how the contour lines showed exactly where his vaginal walls throbbed. Scott's eyes flew open and he gasped. "Good," said Sarah happily satisfied. "You're getting it. Your VR is syncing up nicely." She withdrew her hand and showed her wet fingers. "As your visor learns to translate things, you'll really get turned on." "Why did you stop? Do me. Please. I haven't orgasm for months." He decided to skip over the one with Danny. Sarah looked surprised. "What?" Scott suddenly realized he didn't want to go into his backstory. Sarah only knew him as a lesbian woman from online. "Um. I had some stress. It's been tough." "Sex in VR can become addictive. So please, have sex in real life or you'll..." Scott shrugged, his eyes asking for the rest. "What?" "Well, you'll become a VR dead head, a junkie. Clients won't like it. So outside in the real world, please, for both our sakes, get stuffed." A beep made Sarah look at something Scott couldn't see. She touched a finger against one of her invisible controls floating somewhere in the air by her shoulder. "We must hurry." She leaned in and kissed. "The rope stays on tonight." She started to lecture. She seemed to easily slip into her official capacity. "Do note that you can feel like your drowning in this simulation, so please try to avoid making the client feel awkward by having to rescue you. I'd really appreciate that." "So I am with a client then? Not you?" "Yep. This is work, Emily. I'm risking my commission by trusting you so early on this." Sarah stood and looked down with a lustful desire as she bit her lower lip. "Maybe we'll schedule a mermaid session together." Scott looked over the edge into the bluish green tinted pond. "How deep is this pool?" He tried to writhe his legs in the swathing suit. "Since it's VR, why not give me a real fish tail?" "We don't do monster girls here. We're a human brothel." "Oh please. Mermaids aren't monsters." He slapped his tail fin. "I'm offended by that characterization." He pouted his lips. "In you go, my little mermaid." Sarah smiled and lifted a high-heeled foot. It took only the tiniest push from the tip of her closed toe pump. The wet smooth surface under Scott's rear lost friction and he slid into the pool like a boat being christened with a Champaign bottle, except his ship sank. "Wait! I..." "Enjoy, my little sushi! Have..." The pounding waterfall dropped to a submerged low rumble. The rubber costume hugged tightly, pinning the ankles and knees. The tied wrists rendered Scott's furious underwater arm swats totally useless. Twisting his hips, he struggled to find the up-direction. He only knew that he was sinking fast and not hitting bottom. His hair tangled around his eyes. It reminded him to force his eyes to open. They wanted to stay squeezed shut as if it protected him somehow. He forced them open. His lips let out several bubbles. It took a second to actually see clearly. His ears ached from the increasing pressure and his fins hit some rock walls sliding by as he continued to sink. When he let his head fall back, he finally saw some light. Once facing up to the white glow, Scott bubbled a silent plea as he pointed his roped wrists up and his body continued to sink even more. Panicking, he kept throwing about his tied wrists. The water resisted his arms only enough make them swing in a useless slow motion. The loose end of the long rope slowly snaked down passed him. Bubbles of air left his mouth and nose. He kicked his tail and it thrusted him up. Another kick shot him up even faster. Flickering lights, caught in the curves of the turbulent water surface above, showed dancing reflections of Sarah bowing over the edge to see. Scott kicked again and again until he burst into the cool air. He gasped. "You can swim, right?" asked Sarah. "It's a little late, don't you think?" His bound wrists gave him no ability to wade in the water and he sank again. A second later he bobbed back to the surface as he learned to control his tail fins. After a few more dousing bobs, Scott started to tread water using only his tail in slow deliberate strokes. Too fast, pushed him above the water, letting him topple. Too slow, let him submerge. Swishing about at just the right amount of tail action, he found he could relax his useless bound arms. A dog paddle was impossible with the rope. "Well?" said Sarah with a guilty voice. "You look like you got it. Now, squeeze your tail around the crotch. You got to get the air out. I don't want that to happen in front of the client - for obvious reasons." Scott shrugged and bent at the waist. He instantly sank. His hands pushed down into his lap. Trapped air definitely moved inside between his legs, mostly bubbling into his crotch area. The bulge there bothered him and then he remembered this was VR and his was female in VR. There was no bulge to hide or be ashamed of. The word shamed stuck for a second. His hands pressed at the subdermal bubble. A second later, he burst to the surface. "I can't with this rope." "Come over." By tilting forward and wading with just the tail, the mermaid carefully approached the edge of the pool. "Can't you just tap the air with your fingers and edit the VR to remove the air?" Sarah kicked her shoes off, and stepped her stocking feet into an inch of splashing water. "I'll ask R&D to add that feature. It's just easier to make everything physically simulated in VR." She pulled her lovely fish up over the edge and spanked her hard. "Hey!" protested Scott. "We're out of time." Another slap hit just under the butt. "I'm trying to get the air to blow out the slit in the back." Another slap stung. Scott giggled. "Do it again." "There. Submerge and try it." Scott slipped back into the pool. As his body seemed to be slurped up by the water, his breasts hitting the edge and he sank. "Ah!" He felt the pain from the knock. In the water, he rubbed his aching boobs and then checked his lap with a good bend and a hard two-fisted push. He didn't feel anything move under the rubber between his legs. No bubble. He popped up elated. "Ha!" He wanted to be spanked some more. "Hey. Maybe I need another round." "Client arriving," announced Gamer Corp's female voice. "Do what he wants," ordered Sarah, stepping behind the mahogany door and closing it. "Wait!" yelped Scott. The rope tugged his wrists and whirled him around into a pair of strong arms. "Oh, hi!" said Scott, looking at a naked GQ model of a man. "Ms. Ray said you were new. I like new." "I'm..." said Scott nodding his head and using his tied hands to wipe the streams of water off his face and pull his red hair away from his eyes. "Yes. I'm new," he added, mouth gaping. In Scott's first brothel lesson, there was no feeling inside. He abstracted the actions as being done to a separate person. Now Sarah had changed that when touching him through the tail. It felt good, which meant he could feel something now. Which then terrified him. He started to realize there would be no abstraction here. It wouldn't be a realistic VR body getting sexed up. It would be him in VR, not a VR woman going through the motions with a stranger, but him himself as a woman feeling the actual contact. Totally different. Totally personal. Totally scary. He worried if he could do this. The guy laughed at the insecurities flashing over the newbie's face. It clearly was what he wanted. Sarah certainly proved her skill at reading people and matching them up. Scott couldn't be more na?ve in this world and here he was, reeled in by a well-chiseled fisherman wanting a silly lost little lady of the lake. The man pushed Scott's head under water and down to a throbbing erection. Scott's arms flailed about, wrists bound. The rope yanked back up. Scott gasped for air. "Women doing this for the first time need to pace themselves. Just use your hands on me when you come up for air. It's a nice curtsey to be a good fluffer. Then try to get back down as quickly as you can." "Yes, sir. Um, call you sir? Right?" "Yeah. No names. Get in a good breath now." Scott nodded and inhaled. The guy held the mermaid' shoulders, preventing any descent. "Do it again, but more." The mermaid exhaled and inhaled, this time even deeper. The man grinned as his eyes locked onto the lifting cleavage. The mermaid relaxed and fell down into the deep rumbling volume of pressure. Scott felt more comfortable knowing that the tail made popping back up easy with just one strong kick. The tied hands added a bit of fear and lack of control. Swimming straight ahead was easy, just a kick did it. But doing turns of any kind showed how tied hands offered little rudder surface. Swimming around the man's legs as the client waded in the water, Scott gently touched the man's shaft. VR kept it realistic and the tip was right there, good sized but real. That also indicated to Scott that he'd have to put it in his mouth. Danny's missile could only really be done with long outside licks. But with a good sized but doable dick, this was going to be personal and be a real full-on blowjob. Scott hesitated and then kissed the round mushroom tip. The skin couldn't have been softer. The taste couldn't be more unique and musky. Holding the base by the balls, Scott wrapped his lips around the tip and slid his tongue around. He kicked his tail to keep level and to let the man's shaft slowly slide inside, making certain no teeth touched. Even in the water with a strong chlorine smell getting in the way, Scott could still taste the male attar. He wondered about doing a normal blowjob without pool water in the way. Would the scent fill his nose even more? He craved the idea of getting the full smell and flavors. He sucked the shaft in and slid his tongue around to expose his palette. His hands gently rubbed and rotated. As he performed his duty, his mind at times questioned his life choices. But his logic answered that he needed the money. He also wished that he could hear something. Being underwater, his hard work could be sending off moans above water, but the good positive feedback would never make it down below. Scott craved some feedback. He moved his head fast and the client didn't grab the bobbing head but instead swam in place. A good harsh hair tug to help set the pace would have been appreciated. Scott worked harder. Maybe that's why the client liked the mermaid scenario. It created a lack of confidence in the woman and made her work harder. Scott certainly felt desperate to do everything perfectly. A normal blowjob with feedback would have allowed him to relaxe and maybe get careless. But this guy of course had to use his arms to wade in the water, so no head holds, no hair tugs, no feedback. Scott pumped faster now. His lungs burned, but he dare not stop. But was it good? Was he doing it right? He had to be. Or not. The lack of confidence was maddening. This had to be intentional. It seemed so diabolical, so unnervingly mean. Scott loved it. It made him into a subservient nymphomaniac mermaid desperate to please. This client had a great idea going here. Running out of air, a quick kick pushed him up above the surface for a breath. The man's eyes were closed. His arms swished through the water to keep him afloat. Scott had tried to hold the shaft while gasping for air, but with the rope and his petit female arms, he just couldn't reach. He kicked, lifting his breasts above the surface, inhaled, and let himself sink down again. His fingertips slid along the client's belly. Reaching the right level, his face darted to the tip. He missed. With currents twisting his tail about, it took effort to aim correctly. He kept timidly closing his eyes as he approached. He needed to force them open to see. They began to sting. As the soft skin brushed his full womanly lips, a lovely taste of the skin coated his tongue. His hands held on to the front thigh muscle of a leg. If he hadn't been tide he would have gotten a better hold with the backs of both thighs. Then Scott remembered the guy was naked, and risking grabbing the butt didn't appeal to him. So the front of thigh would do. Then again, why worry about a butt grab. The blowjob part seemed to be the bigger emasculating task. A sharp pull on his hair and then some yanks on his wrist rope took Scott out of the water. "I'm ready," said the man, lifting the mermaid up onto a rock. The tail got tugged and aimed upwards. The ankles rested against the man's left shoulder. Scott didn't know what to say. "Yes, sir," he blurted like an idiot. He lay back on a flat area by the falls. His arms moved over his head, leaving his elbows pointing to the wet cave ceiling at the entrance by the waterfall. Beyond the cave entrance, stars twinkled overhead. His mermaid tail pointed to the dark sky like an island palm tree. The fins dangle back down like large leaves. A pressure pushed somewhere on the other side of the tail's trunk. Scott looked over his boobs to see, but his mermaid body's wide hips blocked the view. "Ah," said Scott, feeling the soft tip he had just tasted pushing inside the rubber costume and hitting the wrong spot. Then it hit a softer spot. Then it hit the clit hard again. "Oh please!" Then the folds. "Yes. Wait, no!" Scott covered his mouth. "I mean, yes." "I like new," moaned the guy. "Your eyes say so much." Scott felt the shaft get even harder. He was about to experience real VR sex with a fuller range of sensation than ever before - and with a complete stranger. What was he doing with his life?! It made no sense, but now he was committed. He couldn't take his visor off until the session was done. He couldn't move in real life. He was trapped. And even if he could rip the visor off, he'd lose the income. He needed the money. Maybe it was better that he was trapped. It kind of turned him on. Finally the touch hit the folds, the area that Sarah had warmed up and made more sensitive with her finger. The rubbing tip still didn't feel as good as when Danny had done it. Maybe more work with Sarah would be needed. More lessons with her seemed like a nice way to get more in touch with his brothel VR body. Til then, Madie Deadeux still hit more glorious nerves. "Oh!" gasped Scott. It seemed now that his new VR body started to reach comparable levels to the beta game. Captured water squirted out of the costume as the man's hands squeezed the rubber covered thighs to aim the hips. Then the tip found home. "Indeed," said the guy, starting to pump. It was an odd sex word, but it signaled that the serious part about was to begin. Scott's bare shoulders slid over the smooth rock. At one point, his head hung over the edge and water poured over his hair. The white noise echoed into his ears and his breasts bounced up and down with the man's hip action going faster and faster. There was no boob glitch to Scott's relief. It all just felt real with the mermaid fetish adding a touch of absurdity. The client's eyes closed and he held the ankles firmly, making the mermaid tail hug the left side of his face. He just kept pumping. Scott felt his inner body, smooth and wet, slipping over the shaft. It wasn't full on joy like when Danny did him. It wasn't warm and filling and begging for more. It was just motion. It seemed like a crossword puzzle could be interesting at that moment - and then Scott realized he should probably be making some noise. A guy worked hard in sex and deserved to know the woman loved it. Feedback was a turn on, unless your underwater left in the dark and have a submissive tendency towards being abused. Scott didn't know why that last train of thought snuck in. "Oh god!" said Scott, hoping it didn't sound fake. Pity grunts during sex were the worst. He thought of Danny fucking him with the missile. That thought made him bite his lower lip, close his eyes, and arch his back as the man lifted his butt off the ground and pumped him hard. Scott added more feedback. "Faster! Yes! Yes!" He imagined his rope bound hands being pulled harshly above his head leaving him totally helpless. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt an honest true: "Yes!" The guy came quickly. Scott opened his eyes, meeting the stranger's returning locked gaze. Did VR pump sperm? Something gooey and warm did seem to be happening inside. Yes, VR did simulate everything, even cum. The warm feeling was definitely there. Ew, thought Scott. He was getting fucked by a stranger. The guy's body shuttered and his rod throbbed, shooting more cum. Scott accepted his fate. This mermaid was getting done, but in VR -- so it wasn't entirely homosexual in anyway. Right? For a second, Scott wanted to know what a VR ejaculation felt like from the guy's side. Then he felt a glowing remembrance of Danny. Forget the ejaculation, thought Scott. He like the receiving side better. His mermaid tail flopped to the rock bed and the client dove into the water and swam around relaxing. Scott slipped into the water to join and offer comfort and maybe go at it again, if the VR world's female announcer didn't end the session. An hour later, Scott rolled on to his side as Sarah untied his wrists. They were alone, the job complete. "You did well," she said. "Very well. We both got extra tips tonight." "Wait, am I getting paid? I thought this was training." "You got paid all right. You'll find a nice lump sum of digital on your way out. So don't just logoff. You need to collect it." She stepped her high heels into the water and let the waves go up her tight skirt. "Your dress!" Then Scott realized in VR, what did it matter. They sat side-by-side, Sarah's arms wrapped around Scott's bare mermaid shoulder. "You'll need a VRGuard sig soon, my little lamb. Most clients don't have a fetish for the newbies so much that they'll just trust me. And this guy is done with you, now that he did you. Most other men will want to know for certain what they're paying for." "Just an anonymous body sig right?" "No DNA. No IDs. No one will know who you are. Just get it soon." She pondered something, "You know, I don't even know who you are. As far as I know you're a Gamer Corp co-worker. I mean, you were in the beta. Maybe we walk right pass each other in the lobby every morning. It's weird. We talk so much, and I really don't know anything about you - except you're friends with an IT idiot, named Brendan. Don't worry, I won't look him up." Scott felt shy. "You'll find the money is good," said Sarah. "But never quit your day job. It's hard to get a position nowadays, so promise me you'll always keep your job. I'm assuming you have one. Wait. Don't tell me." "But if I'm making better money doing this, why stay at a dead end job?" "This is not a stable job. It gets outlawed every couple of years. Also, you don't want to get lost in a fake VR world. You need to talk with real people everyday. It keeps the challenges up. It keeps you alive. Otherwise, you're not current with the day's topics and how people express themselves. You become pass?. You deteriorate to being only as good as an AI and then you're no good even in a VR brothel. So, no. Keep your day job, my little lamb. A VR only life just isn't a good idea." "This is all scary," said Scott, holding tight onto Sara, someone who actually seemed kind amongst so much bad online. She acted lovingly like Danny. She seemed loyal and caring like Brendan, in his own special dumb way. "I don't know that I have really anyone to share what I'm going through." "There's me," said Sarah, nuzzling her head against Scott's ear. "Tell me just one thing about you. I'd like to hold onto something when we're not in VR together." "I'm tired of not making it in this world." "Hm. Other people do seem to get what they want pretty easily." "I try to be happy sitting on a roof with my friends talking as the world falls apart around us. And that's in real life. Not in a game. I just want the basics." He looked at her. He could never tell her the truth. It would ruin everything. They kissed. * * * * * Brendan stood there in the IT bull pin cubicle, holding his head down. His hair fell around his face. "I miss my Evony gal." "You mean Sarah?" "Was that her name? Oh yeah, that's right." "Jeeze. You're pining away for someone you don't even bother to remember the name of?" Sitting at his desk, Scott felt bad for his comment. He made his voice more gentle. "It takes time." He stood, wearing his jeans and hoodie. Underneath he hid his silicon boobs, corset, and stockings. The garter strap clips sometimes left red marks on the back of his legs if he didn't scoot around in his chair periodically or get up to move. Sometimes the snaps on the front of his thighs pushed their tiny disk shapes against the denim, especially since Scott switched to better fitting women's designer jeans. "Excuse, me," said a guy in a suit. "Yes," said Scott, using his higher pitched voice without a single thought. He also now slowly adopted a French lilt. While smiling at the person, Scott pulled his hair back and tied it into a ponytail. "I need to know where the prototype machine room is. I sent up some 3D prints." Scott walked over in what he considered his cutest ankle boots. He kept them covered by his jeans. Surely, no one but he would know. Their one-inch heels were so easy to walk in compared to his VR gear. He stood right next to the tall man, looked up at his face and smiled. "Sure. See over those cubicles." He pointed his finger and looked back up at the man's rugged face. The guy smiled and leaned down to line up with Scott's view. "It's right there," said Scott, biting his lower lip, feeling a little self-conscious. "Thanks, miss." He looked to both Brendan and Scott. "Nice meeting you ladies." "Wha?" said Brendan, raising his head and pulling the hair away from his eyes. "Ha! He thinks we're..." Scott looked down at his unzipped hoodie and silk blouse underneath with its cami showing a bit through the shear material. Of course, the prominent boobs probably said the most. He zipped back up. "I was feeling warm earlier, before you came over." "Look. I know you've been hiding things under there for a while now. And the shoes are girly, bro. And your voice. What's up with that? You sound almost like you do in VR." "That's my goal actually." "Why?" "I'm going to meet someone eventually and I want to be the me in VR." "The assassin?" "No, just me. I think my personality comes across through the character. They'll know it's me." "They? Why the vague pronoun, bro? Oh. It's a lesbian! God, I'd change teams to do a lesbian. But wait. Why would you hide behind a pronoun for that? No! It's a guy!" "It's none of your business is what it is." "I don't want to know. But, man, bro. A man, bro? Bro, a man!" He looked over the cubical wall towards the prototype room. "Still. I'm standing right here. Why did that asshole call me a lady too?" Scott looked at Brendan's sweater, the slacks that hugged a little too tight, and the pointed boots. "You're wearing women's shoes." "These are cowboy boots." "They have heels." "Cowboy boots. Did I say that clear enough." "And the soft sweater." "The AC's a bitch in the data center." "It's girly. It's a fluffy mohair for god's sakes. You've been sheading like a cat all week. Plus your slacks don't have back pockets. They hug your ass rather well. Maybe too well. I'd ask you out if I didn't know better. Your face though is still manly. It's a nice chiseled chin." Brendan sat down. "Well, at least my face is a guy's face. Now, I feel better." "Sorry," said Scott. "I should go. Um, things to do." Walking down the hallway, Scott felt bad. He should have thought of something better to say, but instead be bolted. In the elevator lobby of the 412th floor, Scott pressed the up button. "Scott," said a woman's voice. "Is that you?" "Leslie?" said Scott, lowering his voice to hopefully sound normal. He helplessly spent a second to check out her Asian body. Somehow she made a short cut look sexy. With her dark hair thick and dense enough to stand up in front, it looked spunky and cute. The metal loop on her lip always caught his eye too. Did it actually pierce through? Did it just look like it did? He always wondered, but was afraid to ask. "You look different." She stuck her hands in her white lab coat. No handshake was expected. They never really liked each other, especially after the blogging incident that pissed off Emily. "I heard you and Emily broke up." "That was months ago. You know. I just want to apologize. I didn't intend to set it up so the other guys would go at your post like that." "I'm ok." She looked up at the elevator panel, showing a dozen dots moving up and down the building. None were near 412. Scott wondered what she looked like under the baggy cargo pants, sneakers, and the white lab coat. He swore she had been interested in Emily. A jealous look from Leslie tainted their first meeting when Emily introduced them. Maybe she still was interested in Emily then and still held hope despite his ex being into guys. "I mean it," said Scott. "I'm certain you do," said Leslie, pressing the elevator button again. "When's your company moving in?" "When will guys be ready?" she retorted. "I'm heading up to Game Corp. I'll say hi to Emily for you." "Nah. Just leave me out." The elevator opened. Scott decided to let Leslie go it alone. "I'll take the next one." "Scott," said Leslie, leaning back out while fighting the closing door. "Huh?" She smiled, "Are you wearing ankle boots?" "They're cowboy boots." He stole Brendan's line. "Well the," she giggled adding finger quotes, "cowboy boots look sexy on you." The elevator doors closed, leaving Scott alone. He would normally think bitch, but he just shrugged it off. They did look sexy on him and they looked nothing like cowboy or cowgirl anything. He looked down. The right pant leg had lifted and stuck above the boot's edge. He hunched down to fix it. He pulled the flared bootleg jeans to a half inch from the floor, leaving only the tip and a bit of the heel showing. He felt the stockings shift under his jeans as he did so. At some point, people were really going to ask questions. Five hundred levels up, on a vacant floor still awaiting cubicle assembly, Scott wandered about the empty space in peaceful quiet. He passed by the same office that had the woman's suit he heisted weeks ago. He smiled. He still had it at home. Maybe he'd wear it again that night, if he had any time outside VR. That's when he noticed another bag of dry cleaning hanging behind the door. He could see it through the crack between door and frame. He looked around. It called to him. Stepping inside the office, he draped the dry cleaning bag over some tall boxes and lifted up and away the clear plastic from the item inside. It was a one-piece dress with tight long sleeves and a just- above-the-knees skirt, maybe shorter. A row of buttons went up each forearm and snugged up the wrist. A faint grey checkered pattern stippled the mostly white outfit. The dress's cut cinched the waist with seams swooping down the sides, bordering black panels designed to enhance an hourglass look. It all made for an elegant business dress. Although the white would certainly be noticeable from across a room. But, women wore bright jackets and sweaters all the time. He held it up, lifting the skirt over his arm. The outfit seemed formal and naughty all at the same time. Pressing it against his body, it looked his size and more importantly, his dark stockings and his grey ankle boots would work well with it, especially with black side panels tying it all together. Of course, daytime probably worked better with more of a nude color. He shrugged. His selection of hosiery was at home. He should have kept extra packets at his desk. Urgency called out to him. He wanted to know what it would look like. He pulled down his jeans, revealing his garter straps and stockings. He had worn two layers of panties to hold himself in. His manhood ached, but he was getting used to it. He didn't even bother to close the office door, let alone lock it. Why worry? No one visited this floor. His hoodie dropped to the carpet and he unbuttoned his silk blouse. The cami came off fully revealing his corset with bra cups holding in his silicon breasts. With his heart pounding, he took off his bicycle gloves revealing his red nails. His fingers carefully unzipped the dress while his feet pressed against each other trying to force themselves free of the ankle high boots. As his feet puttered about, he found his pants bunching around his ankles. Realizing he was stuck, he hunched down and unzipped the inside zippers of his boots just enough to release his feet from the piled mess of his wadded up jeans. Standing there in nothing but women's lingerie, he stepped into the dress. His arms slide easily into the long sleeves. He reached behind and tugged on the zipper. He felt his silicon breasts push against the front of the dress. He prayed he'd fit inside. He tugged on the zipper. That got him half way up. He reached over his shoulder. His breasts moved and now he worried he'd zip up only to find the breasts not settled in the corset correctly. The dress encased the front with no access. He decided to risk it. With some contortion over his shoulder, he got the zipper flap again and managed to pull it all the way to the top to the nape of his neck. His hands pressed down the skirt and smoothed it against his body. Looking himself over, he felt his hair pulling from under the dress's neck in back. He gathered his brown trusses and flicked his ponytail up and free of the neckline. The two long panels, hourglassing their way down his sides, certainly enhance his figure. Now he began the tedious task of buttoning closed the wrists. Each sleeve had a dozen white cloth buttons in a row. It took some doing, but he loved how the dress would be hard to remove. He felt trapped in it. Unlike a skirt and blouse, Scott noticed how a one-piece dress slid over his hips when he twisted. The inner rayon lining slipped and glided so easily. It cooled his expose thighs just over his stockings. The skirt rustled when he moved. The dress restricted his shoulders a bit. And the skirt's hem kept his knees together more than he was used to with other skirts. "Mmmm," he hummed as he stepped back into his ankle boots, wishing they had higher heels and better yet, stiletto open toes. Now he wished he had a mirror again. He leaned out the office to check and then scurried to the restrooms. They at least had half mirrors over the sinks. His steps were quick and fast, until he got to the end of the piles of cubicle parts. A football field of clear open carpet lay before him. He timidly stepped out into the office meadow feeling like Bambi's mother. But he had to. He scampered, feeling the limits of the skirt. His breathing quickened and his heart raced, probably from excitement of being dressed more than being caught. Which seemed careless of him. At the doors to the men's and women's, his eyes darted back and forth. He chose. Inside the ladies room, his hands pressed down the dress. The sleeves had a little feminine lift around the join to the shoulders. He turned at the waist and felt the dress slide over his hips. Skirt and blouses didn't move and feel that way. Turning to see the other side in the sink mirror, he noticed a full-length reflection of himself by the door. Of course, the ladies room had more mirrors than the guys'. The woman in the mirror smiled back. Hair draped over a shoulder. The snug skirt felt tighter than anything he had worn before. The woman looking back turned him on. He only wished he could still have erections. He hadn't gotten off in real life for a while now. Then again, looking at the woman in the mirror, he felt proud. An erection would ruin the look. For a second, he considered never having one ever again. Would it be worth the costs? Maybe. His hands pressed at the skirt, flat and taunt between his thighs. He turned and looked at how the skirt hugged his rear. He wondered about getting more one-piece dresses. He certainly could afford a little shopping after the mermaid session. Emerging from the ladies room, he strolled around the empty floor. In places with no carpet, he enjoyed the click clack contacts of his shoes. He loved how the skirt rustled against his stockings and limited his stride. He relaxed enjoying the outfit. In fact, the skirt really did limit his stride. He took some more steps. It seemed a little overly hobbled. It felt so snug, but overall the dress fit so perfectly. How did such a customized dress get there? The sleeves were the perfect length. The shoulders weren't too tight, but they did restrict. The chest hugged his silicon breasts and corset bra cups perfectly. He looked over the large empty space. He always enjoyed the unoccupied floors and loved pacing about in them. Maybe he'd do that from now on in a dress. "Miss." Scott froze and slowly turned around. "What group are you with?" said a man in a suit. Leslie stood right beside the guy. "I'm with IT," said Scott in his higher pitched voice. "The contract company for the building." Leslie crossed her arms and smirked. "I know her. We've met." "Ok," said the guy. "I didn't see a badge." Scott's hand flew to his waist feeling about. The dress provided no place to hook a badge and there was no badge there anyway. "I must have left it in the office I was setting up." The guy nodded, "You can stop working on this floor. The badge readers have been turned off. Neural Science is taking this level." "So no computers?" asked Scott, like he actually cared. "No," he said. "All canceled." Leslie walked around Scott. "We're ripping this all out for labs. Putting in a raised floor. The whole bit." She looked at the guy in the suit, not the dress. "I'll meet you later, Sam." Sam checked his phone and nodded. He walked off into the dark hallway. Leslie burst out laughing. "You actually look kind'a hot." Scott stood silent, mortified, his head down. His knees shook. His hands jittered when he used them to push his hair away and glance at Leslie. Leslie hands reached up and pulled the ponytail over Scott's right shoulder. She used both hands to stroke it and arrange it. "Very nice." She took his arm and made him walk with her. "So I didn't realize that you had a secret. I mean, I saw the boots and wondered. But this pushes you into a totally different category." She guided him through a hallway further and further away from the cubicle area and the office with his clothes in it. Scott didn't know why he just went along with her. It seemed rude not to and he just didn't know what to say, but now he started to get really worried. Leslie just kept walking and then they went through some glass double doors. "Um, let me go and change. It'll just take a second." She hung on his arm, squeezing it a bit more as the glass door closed with a click. "No. I like you like this. You clearly do too." "I've been a little confused lately." "Tell me." "That Gamer Corp VR. The female characters are so real." "I know. My data helps make their profiles so perfect. I made it so the visor really understands and connects with the user. We did so well, my company was bought by them a few months ago." It seemed to Scott that she was adding words to delay, possibly to enjoy the situation longer. "Yeah," he said. "The game, the heroine awakened something in me." "Well, then my life's work has helped someone." Scott shrugged. Leslie hands seemed to slide over his body and hold him standing there. "Come on. You clearly found out something about yourself." Her eyes wanted her hands to grope him. "I guess," said Scott not wanting to give in and agree. "Let's go up top to the cafeteria and have lunch." "No!" Scott's whole body stiffened. The elevator opened. Scott hadn't realized that they had even walked to the floor's empty front lobby. "Um, my clothes are back there. My badge." He stepped over to the double glass doors. They were locked. "Come on. Let me back in. Please." "Shh," said Leslie. "Don't worry. I'll have your stuff sent down..." She shrugged, bit her thumb, and considered a time, "tomorrow, maybe." "Come on. You can badge me in." Leslie lifted the badge hanging from her neck in front of her white lab coat. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to him. "Do it, dudette. The only way in is a physical key until construction starts, a key I don't have." Scott's longer fingernails got in the way as he fumbled with Leslie's neck strap and badge. He then gave up and pressed the whole wad against the reader panel. The LED reader just flashed red. No door click. No access. No clothes. No badge. No Scott. He tried a few more times. Now he looked scared. Leslie got close and took her badge back. "Told ya." Scott looked down at himself in a woman's dress and women's shoes and his painted womanly fingernails. He froze. "I'm stuck. I can't get in." "See? I wasn't lying. After lunch you can go to the front desk and get a temp badge. It's a long subway ride home and back. I think you should just finish out your day like that. You look hot, Scott. Hottie Scottie." She pulled him into another opening elevator. He didn't know why he was going with her, but he couldn't resist. He also really had no choice. In the cafeteria on the top floor, Leslie got a tray for both of them. "I see you don't have a purse." "Shoot. My wallet's in my jeans." "It's safe. No one's getting into that floor for now." "I really don't know why I've been - I don't know..." He felt a little lightheaded. Of course, fainting wouldn't draw less attention. "Everyone's looking. They know." "Silly. You're a little overdressed and you're pretty. I'd come over and say hi to you myself. Secretly, I'd be hoping you didn't like guys. So many pretty things waste their lives with them. I don't get it." They walked into the countered section of the cafeteria with every selection possible. They passed the grill area, the sushi, and the pizza oven. Leslie couldn't seem to decide, so she made them walk back again. "Please," said Scott, tugging on Leslie's wrist. "Take me to security and let's get into that floor." "I'm having too much fun. I'm not lifting a finger, for now." People walked around Scott. Men checked him out. Leslie smiled. "You're looking a little over dressed. I love your hair by the way." Her hand stroked the front locks curving over his forehead. "You went to a salon. Didn't you?" She smirked. "You've been at this a while." Her eyes glanced over at a guy. "He's checking you out. That skirt really hugs your ass. I love how it tells your knees to stay close together. I want to you see you move in it." She turned so the tray she held didn't get between them. "If you weren't a guy, I'd hit on you. Tell you what. I'm setting some conditions. If you want me to get that key, go over and say hi to that guy." "I really want to get my clothes." "So. Do it then. Walk over." "And then we get the key?" "No. Then we eat and maybe I add some more requests. I'm not letting you off easy. But I will get the key today. I promise. Maybe you'll get your clothes at the end of the day, just in time for your subway ride home. Although, you in a dress going all the way to Brooklyn does have its appeal. The guys on the train going there will be more vocal, I'm sure. Have you ever had a guy whistle at you and do flirty kissy gestures?" Scott gritted his teeth, faking a smile. Of course, Leslie didn't know that he had faced far worse as a woman in VR. At least that's what he told himself and it wasn't working. This was real life, not VR. In real life, an anxiety began to build. In real life, a dress slid around his hips and legs. Relationships were not disposable. The game didn't just reset. The people around him, he had seen and talked with -- and except for the guy Leslie pointed out, some of these people knew him back. IT did make him anonymous to many, but still. He swallowed and looked over his shoulder. The guy was glancing back just as many times as Scott did while building up some confidence to walk over. "Great," whispered Scott, "I think he thinks I'm flirting with him." "Oh he does," tittered Leslie. "He does. I'm certain about that. And for a guy, he is rather good looking, clinically speaking. I prefer someone who looks like you though." "Really?" Scott fidgeted with his hair. "Look at you. A little attention and you're off and smiling. Yes. I'm loving your submissive nature." "I'm not..." "Oh, yes you are. You're getting off on the lack of control here as much as I'm getting a little buzz messing with you. Being dommed can be very intoxicating. I've been on both sides." Now both of them looked at the guy, who was now walking over. "Aw," pouted Leslie. "You didn't walk over in time. That's going to cost ya serious points with me, because I wanted to see you saunter." "So?" said Scott, talking through his teeth as he smiled with his eyes locked on the approaching man. The long gaze probably looked even more flirtatious. "I'm about to talk to him, just like you wanted." "I wanted to see the skirt move," muttered Leslie, also holding a smile. "This doesn't count. I wanted to watch you skulk over there, wondering if your world would fall apart with each step. Getting the guy to approach is nothing. You're sexy. I'm hot too, but I'm a ball buster." On his way over, the man got interrupted by someone for a moment. As he talked with a co-worker, he kept eye contact with Scott. Leslie hip bumped Scott. "What name do you want to use? Scott could be Scout? Huh? It's cute." "Just Scott." "Come on? No. We need a girl's name in the next few seconds. Hurry, up or it will be clear to everyone you're just a man in drag." "Scarlett?" "Oh, you've just named yourself. I like it." "Hello," the man said. "Leslie." He nodded. "Mr. Fritz," nodded Leslie. "This is my friend Scarlett, helping me test a new visor interface. Scarlett, this Mr. Jonathan Fritz, a Senior VP of Gamer Corp." The guy stood tall, wide shouldered, and technically good looking, but Scott did not want to linger on that notion - although, Scott noted that the suit was fitted well and expensive. The man smiled down at Scott. Another thing Scott noticed was that the VP was tall too. Scott offered a hand to shake. What annoyed him most was that he wished he had applied lipstick. "Hi," he said meekly. "I'm a contractor with the building." "You're new. I like new." Leslie interrupted. "I need her for a quick calibration in my lab. We need to hurry along." "Oh, sure," said the VP, giving Scott's hand a kiss. "Hopefully, I'll see you again around here." With both hands, he cupped and squeezed Scott's hand. It felt a bit creepy. When the guy walked away, Scott noticed some more glances back, done over his shoulder. Scott gave a quick shy wave back. He muttered to Leslie, "He's not going to look up a Scarlett in the computer is he?" "He might. But I think he's more into porn than real people. I helped augment his VR visor. The patterns I could tell hit certain areas of the brain, plus he let slip some things." "I don't want to know." "No, you don't. You certainly don't, Scarlett." Leslie pulled on Scott's arm. She aimed him in a different direction with a clear shot across the caf? food sections. "Now walk over there and get me something from that frig. I don't care what." Scott took a few steps forward, looking back with a questioning twist in his lip. He took a deep breath and felt the weight of his false chest. The dress fit over his D cups perfectly and it bothered him how shapely it looked. He missed his oversized hoodie. He felt as if on display for the world. He hurried a couple steps. To him, his heels hit the tiled floor too loud and too hard. He slowed to be more stealthy and felt his hips sway more. There was no way to win. He passed an island counter space being used as a salad bar. He continued further feeling more self- conscious about his body and dress. Then he started to wonder why he just obeyed Leslie. He should have said no. As someone brushed by, he gestured a pardon after almost bumping into them. He paused and looked back again and hoped that Leslie would call him back now. Leslie didn't. She gave him a wave to continue and mouthed, "Go-on." She snickered. As Scott walked, he noticed how his stride was shortened by the skirt. It dictated so much by hooping a hem around his thighs just above the knees. If he tried to get more distance in a step, it rose a tiny bit, but resisted and almost tripped him. It wanted him to keep his knees closer together than for a normal gait. It wanted to hug his figure and show off the shape of his rear. Without realizing it, he raised his hands up while keeping his elbows in. His butt wiggled as he tottered in his heels and skirt. Glancing back, he saw Leslie tilting her head watching his butt. He scoffed and then pursed his lips into a look of, oh well. "Great," he muttered and turned away, clicking towards the refrigerators. He waited for a guy ahead of him, who took forever to rattle each and every bottle inside for no reason. Normally, Scott would have loudly urged for some verdict, but he didn't want to speak. He didn't want to be noticed at all. Checking back at his controller, he saw how Leslie enjoyed herself. She relaxed, leaning her rear against a counter for sliding trays. She pushed her hands deep into her lab coat pockets and happily sighed. A selection of colorful desserts behind her contrasted with her white lab coat and the earth tone color of her loose cargo pants. She clearly got off on watching the show. She only lacked popcorn. Scott's eyes pleaded, but Leslie just slowly moved her head forming some fantasy thoughts as a smile slowly developed. She appeared to like what she saw and that scared Scott deep inside. The lesbian probably got off more on the fear and submissive nature tied with Scott wearing a dress. He doubted that she found his male body attractive. She clearly liked the woman's body though. He turned away thinking how he had reduced himself to a wimpy follower -- and didn't know why he had been so eager to find a leader. At that moment, it was Leslie. Both he and she knew it. Maybe for the past few weeks, the leader was VR itself. He certainly gave himself over to its rules. And he liked it too. He gulped. He was a submissive. VR brothel sessions had even more rules. Sarah had rules. Now Leslie too. Biting his lower lip, Scott thought how Leslie seemed to like pushing people to an edge. He prayed she would reach out and grab him if she accidentally pushed him too far. But would she? He had doubts. To the left of refrigerator was a view of the city, the Hudson River, and Jersey. You could see a lot a thousand floors off the ground. The other one and two mile high buildings didn't block the view. Companies in this building clearly had money. An unblocked view surely must have a premium price. When people cleared away from the iceboxes, Scott side stepped over and opened a door. He performed a Vanna White with a milk carton sitting on the top shelf. Leslie laughed and shook her head. Scott lowered his held-out palm to the next option, glass bottles of various flavored coffee drinks. Leslie gave a thumbs up in her totally relaxed style. Her cargo pants and snug t-shirt under her lab coat gave off a complete in control vibe. Others watching would have seen two women gesturing at each other across a large cafeteria space. It would be clear that the two women couldn't be further apart in style and confidence. The new Scarlett gal look timid. The Leslie gal and head of the neural lab looked so determined, yet a bit more petit in frame. For a second, Scott felt everyone in site probably made conclusions. He grabbed a bottle. His long glued on nails bothered him. Why did he paint them red? Anyone could see them a mile away. He turned and now had to walk all the way back. As a guy, two seconds tops to cross the floor. As Scarlett, it would seem like forever. He saw Max and Cameron over by the AI cash registers. He couldn't hide his face for fear that Leslie would see another button to push. So he just strutted right across the floor. His gait got curtailed to tiny steps because of the skirt. "So?" said Scott placing the bottle onto the tray Leslie held. "Keys please?" "I want to eat lunch now. Tell me what you want, and I'll order it for you. I take care of my girls." She winked. Scott loved looking at her Asian eyes, especially when she wore glasses when working in front of a computer. "We're not on a date." "Aw. And you're dressed up so nicely for me." Her hand rubbed the long sleeve covering his arm. "I'll take a burger." "No. You're eating a salad." "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "You bet. What did that Brendan guy call me in that gamer thread? Oh yeah, a fucking cunt ruining video games." "I think he's a different person now. Really, different. And so am I." "Mmm, yes you are." She held the tray in one hand and touched Scott's hair with the other. It almost looked like she considered kissing. Then she returned to the online flame posts. "Max and Cameron also said some terrible things about me being a slut." Her eyes darted to the two guys finding a table out among the crowded seating area. Leslie grabbed a Cobb salad. "We'll share. If we had pasta, we could play at a whole Lady and the Tramp thing. You know, with the noodle." She paused. "I am craving pasta. Nah. Maybe tomorrow." The two walked over to the self-purchase cashier. Scott felt terrible about the posts and also little lightheaded as they got closer to the more public area, now crowded with people. "See those women way over there at that table." Leslie waved. One of the women, who had pink hair waved back. "Do you think you could pass in front of them?" "Please, let's just eat in a corner somewhere. How about your offices in the next building over?" "I can't wait till we move in. I so want to do this again." She carried the tray and started leading the way to the women's table. Scott tugged her at the elbow. "I've played your game so far, but no. I can't meet people like this." "It's the fact your missing lipstick, isn't it? "No." Now he started feeling his lips, and wondering if it would help disguise him. "You can do this. I believe in Scarlett. Not so much Scott. Besides, Chloe and Gabby will be fine, even if they figure out your trans. They're totally cool with it." "I'm not." And then he remembered the names - Sarah's friends. Leslie's eyes went up and down Scott's dress and nylon covered legs and heels. "Look, one of my friends there has met every kind on the Internets. If you can fool Sarah, well, I'll suck your cock. And I mean it, truly. I've never done it by the way. But just try it and that will be my reward to you." "No," panicked Scott. "Ok. Twice. Huh?" Her eyes widened. "I'm assuming it still works." Scott stepped back. "I'd love the blow job, but, but, I'm. This is my job. I've got to go." Leslie smiled at finding his limits. Scott quickly trotted off. "Let's talk after work, Scarlett, my love!" At the IT cubicle area, Scott entered and stood there in front of Brendan. "Hi," said the big lug quickly standing, dropping his sandwich, wiping his hand before sticking it out to shake. "Can I help... Wha?" "Don't ask. Leslie got me." "I can't help it, bro. I'm checking you out. I'm really checking you out. I don't want to check you