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I must thank Caroline for her kind comments and edits. She knows which Caroline I mean. Once again, this is a work of fiction and errors and omissions are mine entirely. It's just business It was about 2 am on a warm Sunday morning. We had just returned after the party at the restaurant we owned. The event had been a great success and more than we could have hoped for some weeks ago. We had received many compliments and it seemed we had also found many new and regular patrons for our restaurant and bar. After we had done a quick clean up with the help of our staff, Kelly and her boyfriend Chrissie, we drove home. Abe drove and I could see he was elated and horny. He kept groping me on the short drive home. I knew what my Abe wanted. In the apartment I rushed to the bathroom and removed all my constricting underwear. It took a few minutes with my long nails. I removed the plug in my hole which had held in the ample dose of lubrication and pulled back my panties. After straightening out my skirt I coated my lips with several thick layers of the pink lipstick. I would need that lubrication too. I looked at the mirror at the sexy babe: pencil thin brows, heavy curling lashes and bright pink lips. I knew she was in for a night of passion. I grabbed my handbag and went into the living area. Abe had taken off his coat and was on the balcony smoking the cheroots he had grown to like. Ashe expected, I lit my slim cigarette and stood there on the balcony with Abe. It was quite dark and we could see the lights of the town from our fifth floor apartment. Abe had the cigar clamped between his teeth and his hands in his trouser pockets, still in a shirt and tie. He looked quite handsome with his thin moustache and gelled hair. I was still dressed in my pink outfit and stilettos. We stood there smoking in silence for a few minutes looking intently at each other. Things looked much better for us now as we had signed the loan extensions with the bank this evening. Abe took one last drag on his half-smoked cigar, blew out a cloud of smoke and grabbing my hand walked back into the apartment. I hurriedly stubbed out my cigarette into the single plant pot on the balcony and followed him in. He slid the door shut behind us and pressed himself to me. His tongue entered my mouth in a fierce kiss. We had tobacco breath but didn't care. He was insistent in thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Still with my breasts pressed against him and our lips locked, we shuffled our way slowly into the bedroom. The lights were bright. We approached the bed and he forced me to sit on the edge. He took something out of his pocket and fumbled with the zipper on his trousers. They fell to the floor. I was looking up at Abe through my long lashes pulling down the boxers he wore. His cock was hard as I grabbed it and stroked it. The sac was taut and I knew what he expected. We continued to look at each other as I took him in my mouth, slowly at first and as I salivated, I was able to take it in deeper. I saw the lipstick marks where my mouth had reached. I sucked him for over ten minutes and my jaws were aching. Abe held my head and stopped thrusting. He took the small packet in his hand and tore it open. He pushed me back and rolled the condom over his cock. I lay crossways and knew what was coming next. I lifted my butt to raise my skirt and he pulled off my panties. He looked below and smiled. My rear was now fully exposed, as was my enlarged 'clit'. Abe positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly. "Relax," he whispered. He lifted my stockinged legs up against his chest and now could penetrate me deeply. He played with my clit. He moved deeper and I felt the pain. I also felt the excitement. I was glad that I had endured the plug and the lubrication it had held in earlier. He thrust in deeply in ever faster thrusts. He continued to manipulate my clit. I couldn't last much longer and came, the fluid making a small pool in his hand. The thrusting continued for a few moments longer. He then withdrew. I knew he had cum too. He removed the condom from his cock and spread my cum all over the naked shaft. He scooped up a little of it and thrust his finger in my mouth. I licked it clean looking up at him through my curling lashes. He held my hands and pulled me upright again into a sitting position. His cum coated cock entered my mouth and I sucked on it taking it as deep as I could and savoring its cum coating. After some minutes he withdrew and collapsed on top of me fully spent. We moved slowly, mouths crushed together, until we were lying lengthwise on the bed. He lay above me. "Oh, babe," he whispered in my ear. "I can't believe I just fucked my beautiful Billee." He lay still on top of me crushing my breasts. "We'll have to do this more often. After all, it's good for the business too." I hugged him tightly. A few moments later he fell asleep on top of me dressed as he was. I pulled him more tightly to me, fully satiated, still in my outfit and smeared makeup and fell into a deep sleep. ****** Two weeks earlier, we had been sitting with our local banker. We were experiencing a slowdown in business and were coming up to a loan renewal for our restaurant, L'Epicure. Abby and I sat in front of Mr. Jones, our local community bank manager. It was a Monday morning around 9.30 am. We were having our quarterly bank review. He was studying our profit and loss and balance sheet and was looking through our statements. "Well," Mr. Jones, said, "what are your plans to turn this restaurant around? As you can see, the numbers are showing a continued downward trend. If this continues, we may have to consider pulling your credit line. Your renewal is up soon. It seems your problems got worse after you signed that new lease for the premise next door. Your revenues went down, not up." "Yes," I said, "things have not been that good lately and we are struggling. We are doing what we can to attract more customers and change our menus regularly, but the economy is in bad shape and people are not eating out that much." "That may be the case for your restaurant," Mr. Jones continued, "but we have several such establishments that appear to be doing well in spite of this economy. In fact, they appear to be doing very well. They have adapted by specialization to current market trends. I think you may need some outside help." I looked at my wife and co-owner of the bar restaurant, Abby, who was looking distressed. Whist we understood that the numbers did not look good; we didn't want to hear that the bank could pull our credit line. This would almost certainly close our restaurant. "Do you have any suggestions?" I asked timidly. I was out of ideas, I couldn't think of any way to fix this problem without help. "Well, the bank does not usually recommend or promote our clients. However, I recognize you need help. I have someone in mind but I would need to talk to him first." "Oh Thank you," Abby and I said together. "We appreciate it." "His name is Robert Cray. He has developed an extremely successful consulting business and is very well connected in the community. I must advise that we do not guarantee anything and you will need to decide if you hire him or not. Make sure you understand his terms. Remember that your loan agreement conditions need to be renewed in a few weeks and we really need to see a better plan to keep conditions as current." "I am sure he will be a great help. Thank you." We departed the bank with concern in our minds. We held hands and walked back to our car. Abby and I are both 28 years old and have been married for over three years. We met at college and became an item soon afterwards. Abby is a great cook. She is a blonde with well-formed figure and great personality. I am Bill, trim and fit and I run and keep myself as the other side of Abby. I take care of the front including all the accounting, banking and ordering supplies; Abby cooks. We had bought the restaurant about 2 years ago. We had no experience in running a restaurant and bar but we both wanted to own and run a restaurant. We learned fast and had a great first year. The second year was average but we had been able to set up a credit line with the bank. All of that appeared to be at risk now. About 9 months ago, the nail salon next to the restaurant had gone out of business. Abby and I decided that expansion was the key to success and had borrowed money to join both establishments and make the former salon, a nice big bar area. The restaurant would remain as is. The bar would have greater margins and this would help our business. That was great theory. We had few customers and even fewer regulars. A big bar, additional rent and a large selection of liquors with no customers was the result. We had tried some advertising in the local press but it only yielded temporary increases in revenue. Things were not looking good. I had changed the menus, organized themed events and continued to advertise locally. Still we were not doing too well. Our plans to build a successful business and later a family were threatened. Abby was a bit more depressed over our prospects than I. But that was in our nature. A few days passed and we were wondering when Robert Cray would call. Both Abby and I thought it was too early to call the bank manager to remind him. It was now Wednesday night, around 9 pm, when our only waitress, Kelly, came to me. There was a customer in the restaurant that wanted to see me. "Is there a problem?" I asked. "No, I don't think so," Kelly said. "He just said I should mention Mr. Jones." "Oh, that's good, Kelly. Where is he?" I got up from the small desk in the area I used as an office. There were literally only three tables occupied. Two had families. The other had a single gentleman, perhaps my age, with a bright purple and snug fitting shirt. His hair was cropped short. I noticed his ears were pierced and he wore studs in each ear. Not at all the type that Mr. Jones at the bank would relate to. But he was here and if he could help, that would be very good. I went up to him and greeted him "Hi Mr. Cray, I am Bill Core," I shook his hand. "My wife Abby and I own and manage this establishment. Can I call my wife over? She's in the kitchen." "Of course," he replied. "Sorry I didn't give you advance warning, but I thought it better I see try food, have a drink at the bar and then have an idea of what can be done. Yes, please do call your wife." Robert Cray took a sip of his wine and his eyes darted around the room. I went to get Abby and introduced her. "Please sit down. There's plenty of wine left. Can I offer you a glass?" Robert took another sip. Abby and I both shook our heads. "No Thanks." Abby said. "Alec Jones suggested I call you. He thought I might have some ideas to turn your business around. That's why I thought it better to have a look independently, sample the goods and then tell you honestly what I thought. Then we can discuss what needs to be fixed. Ok?" "Ok," I said. "So what do you think?" Robert took a sip of wine. "It's getting late and you are closing. But here are my initial thoughts. I went to the bar first. I had to wait till the waitress had to come and play bartender. People who want to relax and have a drink typically want a friendly greeting at the bar and then a drink; Many times they are in a hurry to get home unless they are planning to eat here." He paused. "But she mixed my G & T well. Then I came over to this side for dinner. Frankly, some might prefer to eat where they sit or get bar food. Anyway, the menu is quite extensive and many may not know the dishes. I eat out a lot and I was familiar with most of it. So I guess many don't try out your menu, am I right?" Robert had a point. Abby jumped in, "But we wanted to show we have a broad menu that caters to many tastes. " I nodded, "Abby and I worked on the menus together. We are a family restaurant and wanted to cater to all." "Understand." Robert said, "But as you can see from the sales of the last period, people are not going out that much in bigger families. There are the single folk that do want a great menu but a five page menu? Too much choice. Abby, I am sure you are a great cook, but it may be better to concentrate on a smaller menu with fewer outstanding dishes." Abby and I looked at each other. In trying to be a one place for all, we may have gone too far. A smaller menu meant less provisioning and better management of the food and grocery supply. "I guess," I admitted reluctantly. Robert had seen through a problem in a short while that Abby and I hadn't thought of before. "OK, I am going to think more about this and make some calls. How about we meet in two days' time? Alec Jones said you needed help quickly. What time do you open for lunch?" "We open at 11.30 till 2.30 for lunch. We have a break and open again at 5.30 pm for dinner. Kitchen is open till 9 pm but if we have patrons, we can stay open longer. We were trying to stay open seven days a week, but the business does not justify it currently. So perhaps 10 am Friday?" Abby looked stressed. I reached out and gave her arm a squeeze in support. "Well," Robert said, "I love the location. You have easy parking at the back. All good for business. And I like your food, but I told you my first thoughts. We can discuss more. Would you be willing to share your sales and cost figures by month for the last six months at that time? It'll help fix my mind." I looked at Abby. Mr. Jones had the numbers. So it wasn't a problem, "Sure," I said. "I'll have them ready." "Great," Robert said," see you Friday at 10.00 am" He left and Abby and I looked at each other. "Do you think he's right?" Abby asked me directly. "He made a good point but we wanted a family style restaurant that catered to a broad variety of people. That's why we have that long menu. Let's have a look at it before the Friday meeting. We need to close up." The restaurant was empty. The next morning Abby and I poured over the business data and our menus. We had to agree that we would simplify our lives with a smaller menu. Our revenue number over the last six months was in a steady decline. We could see that the visitors were declining and that the bar really had not yielded much revenue. Things did not look good. At 10.00 am on Friday Robert arrived. He was dressed casually with a bright colored shirt, open necked and tight-fitting trousers. We sat down at one of the tables with coffee. I handed him the profit and loss statement and the balance sheet. He studied them quickly. He had a small leather covered pad and made a few notes. "Good," he said. "Thanks for the data. So tell me what you think about my comments on Wednesday. I know they were rather quick judgements and may have offended you. But if we are to fix the problems quickly, as evidenced by the documents you just presented, then we can't afford to sugar coat the problems. Agree?" Abby and I nodded. He was right. "We appreciate your comments and have looked at the menu and agree you have a good point. But where do we start? Abby is a great cook and can turn out great dishes but we need to know what should be on the menu." There was no point to deny the logic and I wanted to reaffirm that his first impression was right. "I have some ideas as to how to change this. But I need a little more time. I think we need to start with the bar. There are huge margins and your bar revenues suck." Robert had a point Based on the results so far he was right. So we had to agree. We chatted more on the clientele and the local demographics and who would be the best customers for our restaurant and bar. He took some notes. "Ok, enough for now. You have to open the restaurant soon. Can I please get the bar menu and the normal food menu? I'll return them next time. I am meeting some friends tonight. On Monday I will see you here at 10 am. OK? Please go through the menus and select ten of your best dishes that are excellent value for money and perhaps six dishes that can be considered as a bar menu. I have some ideas which we can discuss." We agreed. He left us wondering at his attire and his rather casual attitude. But as Mr. Jones said, he was sought after and had a thriving consulting business. We were drifting and needed some help. So far he had not asked for money nor explained his fees. So his initial conclusions were not totally wrong. Abby and I struggled with the business and the myriad thoughts in our minds. We needed a solution fast. We hoped that the weekend would be reasonable but I calculated that we would struggle to break even this month. Not good. We were both surprised when Robert and another male friend stopped by for a drink on Saturday. They were dressed quite flamboyantly. Robert greeted us warmly but went back to his friend at the bar. They appeared to be deep in discussion. There was much gesticulation. They even walked through the restaurant. But they left soon, having spent less than an hour in the bar. Monday morning in our apartment, Abby and I pared down the menu as Robert requested. We also created the bar menu he requested. We hoped Robert would have a solution. We would both be totally destroyed if this venture failed. Monday at 10 am promptly Robert arrived. As usual, his clothing stood out. "So what did you guys come up with?" He took out his pad, and was prepared to make notes. I handed him the two pieces of paper with our menu suggestions. He glanced at them briefly and put them inside his pad. He took a sip of coffee. "OK," he started. "As you know I was here on Saturday with a friend. It was early but I was quite disappointed with the crowd. I also think that Kelly is best suited as a waitress and not a bartender. So that is a problem. Service is key. If you want to attract higher priced clientele, you need a bartender who can mix drinks, chat with customers and keep the bar buzzing. That person could potentially make huge margins for you." Robert took another sip of coffee. "Before we proceed, I want to explain my strategy. Strange as it may seem, I do like somethings: the separate bar and restaurant. Two parties can take place simultaneously. Your location and parking is great. If we make the right menu choices and get a great bartender, add some advertising perhaps with special events then I think you would be growing very fast. We hope that many of the bar customers just need to go to the other room for food. Easy." He paused. Robert explained what he wanted. "I think you may have a possibility to turn this around. I can help as I have many friends who would like a regular meeting place. I would like to become a partner in this business over time as I don't think you can afford big consultancy fees. I don't want it free; I am willing to earn it. But I also have some contingencies." Robert explained his billing rates and we didn't have to pay him. We would be able to owe him the money with which he could buy shares. He thought that he wanted to be a 33% owner over time. But he would earn it through revenue increases and profit growth. "I know you and Abby need to discuss this but I think this could be a win-win for all. So, I am also suggesting you think about the following changes: appoint an experienced bartender. They have a following; can mix special drinks for their established customers. Your daily averages at the bar are so low it doesn't warrant keeping it open unless we can get it to much higher levels. Of course bartenders can earn good money but much of it can be revenue dependent. But with the extra margins and added customers, your profitability overall will increase. I have somebody for that and he will be here tomorrow around 5 pm to learn where things are. Do you have any private area here as a changing room?" Abby and I looked at each other. A changing room for a bartender? "Not really," I replied. "I only have that small curtained off space which I use as an office. But the toilet is quite spacious." "I guess that would be OK. We will also need to agree a reduced menu size too. So, I am also going to organize an intro event and invite some people over for a wine and cheese affair. We can provide platters of cheese and bread; they have to buy the drinks. I think it may be around 15-20 people initially. It will show that we can cater to events. If you guys agree to all of this, I will be back here tomorrow with Ricky and we can organize the event for Saturday. I'll leave you guys to think on all of this and call me with questions and your decision by about this time tomorrow. OK? Of course I will talk to Alec Jones and explain what we are doing. Any questions?" Again, Abby and I looked at each other. There was a lot to take in. Giving away a third was a lot more than we wanted. But two-thirds of a successful enterprise was better than 100% of a failure. His enthusiasm and confidence was also a major factor. He had the ability to make it happen. Abby and I obviously did not. Later that night, in the comfort of bed, Abby and I discussed this. There didn't seem to be much choice. The only question was what price he should pay in total for his third. Based on the numbers, it wouldn't be much. But if Robert was confident enough to take a risk, he would ensure success for our restaurant and bar. If the business failed, we would have a disaster as Abby and I had to sign guarantees to the landlord to cover the period for the building lease. That was another two years and without Robert and a loan extension; we didn't think we could survive that long. We would only be deeper in debt. I told Abby we should put a number to Robert that was reasonable and she agreed. We went into a 69 as we usually did for foreplay, but neither lasted long. We then made love slowly in the traditional missionary position getting rid of all our tension. We stayed in that position for a while motionless. It had been some time since we had sex. A solution seemed in sight. We fell asleep in a tight embrace. The next morning I called Robert and accepted his proposal. We talked about the numbers and I agreed with him. He also promised to talk to Mr. Jones and explain things and ease off the pressure. Abby and I were greatly relieved to hear this. Robert said he would see me that evening with Ricki. He would also bring some papers for me to sign documenting our agreement. Both Abby and I were happy to have some support. Just before 5 pm Robert appeared with a lady. I saw them through the glass fronted window of our restaurant. The front door was locked so I went to get the door. Robert walked in first and the lady followed. "This is Ricki and she has agreed to work the bar tonight." I shook hands with Ricki. She was a gorgeous female, quite tall at about 5ft 8", wearing really tall stilettos, with a short black skirt, pink blouse hanging off her shoulders and a large bosom up top accentuated by a very narrow waist. Her fingers ended in bright pink nails with several large rings. Her face was heavily made-up with lots of shadow and massive eyelashes. Her lips were bright pink and had a wet look. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head. Long sparkling earrings hung from her lobes. She was spectacular and would be a hit in any bar. I hope she had the bar skills too. "Hi," Ricki said in a somewhat husky voice which I found very sexy. "Come through, please" I said. "Let me get Abby. Kelly our waitress will be in shortly. That's the team." I called to Abby who came over and gave Ricki a stare. She shook hands with Ricki but I couldn't help but notice that her eyes were boring through Ricki who was smiling back at her. I showed Ricki the bar and where everything was located. I also showed her the cash register and how we accounted for drinks under the watchful gaze of Robert. Whilst Ricki was familiarizing herself with the bar, Robert accompanied me to the restaurant part where he handed me a thin envelope with several sheets inside. I called out to Abby and I read through the two sheets. It did seem to encompass all that we had agreed. Abby and I signed and Robert too and handed me back a signed copy. "Well, what do you think? Would Ricki be able to work the bar successfully?" Robert was asking our opinion. "I am sure she gets a lot of attention. She seems familiar," I said. "Where did she work before?" "Ricki has worked in several places but none that you would know. You have met her. It was here in the bar. But then she was just plain Rick." Robert was smiling at my surprised look. "Surprised?" "Yes," Abby and I chimed together. "Very. He looks so feminine." "Yes, she does. And she is very good at what she does. Let's see how she does tonight." We were still staring at her through the opening to the bar. Ricki was busy inspecting the bottles of liquor and glasses. Robert went to the bar to chat to her. Abby and I looked at each other questioningly. "We can't let her work here," Abby hissed at me. "Look at her. She will be the talking point about this place." "We can't change that," I said calmly. "That's discrimination. Let's see what happens." Abby glared at me and went back to the kitchen to get ready for the evening. Robert sat at the bar with a drink for an hour or so chatting with Ricki. He then told me that he had another meeting but would be back later to see how things were going. I went about my business. It appeared to be a slow night. Around 7 pm, I saw a few people enter the bar. They were dressed like Robert flamboyantly and casually. One female figure, very thin and attractive, may have been a male. I saw that she knew Ricki and was laughing and joking with her. I got Abby out of the kitchen to observe the scene. She just fumed at me and went back. I could see the anger in her face. We did find some people from the bar come over to the restaurant part and were glad. Business had been slow. The bar crowd appeared to be having a good time. I heard them yell out drink orders to Ricki. Robert returned around 9 and observed the action with a smile. At closing time, I did a quick tally and it seemed that the bar revenue was up almost ten times our previous daily average. The restaurant too was up modestly. Robert's theory was right. At around 10 pm Robert and Ricki left and I observed the wiggle in her hips as she left. It was sexy as hell and Robert seemed to accept her without any reservations. Abby and I did discuss Ricki that night. "I can't believe you find her OK." Abby fumed. "Look Abby, first of all we can't discriminate. That's illegal. Second, look at tonight's results, they're great. We need this and more every day and we'll be back on track. Thirdly, she's not an employee so we can't fire her. Lastly, if we create problems, we will lose Robert's support. Ricki is his choice." I was trying to use every argument except the way she looks. "She's a fucking Bimbo and doesn't fit into my bar." I never heard Abby use those words in that context before. She was still mad but I wasn't sure at what. Kelly had accepted Ricki although they had little interaction. I think she was glad to have help. "Look at the results today. Yes, one day only, But it was a significant step forward. We'll be in the black within an year if we can keep this up," I tried to sound confident. 'Then maybe you should wear a dress and turn this around without needing to pay Ricki." Abby turned away from me and went to sleep. I was wondering how I would look in a dress. I dispelled the thought and fell asleep too. No sex tonight. Are you going to call Robert and tell him we don't want Ricki?" Abby asked at breakfast. It was Sunday and I had no intention of calling Robert yet. "I explained to you last night. She's not employed by us yet so how can we fire her?" It seemed pretty obvious to me. "She got results. Doesn't that count?" "Dressed like that anybody can get results." Abby was still fuming "May be it helped," I explained. "But people, new customers, came into the bar. They couldn't see her dress until they came in. She knew many of them. Don't the results count especially when we are in trouble?" Abby would not see the logic of my argument. Robert called us in the restaurant on Monday. "So, what do you think? Happy with the results?" I called Abby and put the call on speaker phone. She didn't like it but she needed to express her disapproval. I was OK with the result. "Robert, do you think Ricki's type is good for the reputation of this restaurant? Abby was voicing her concerns. Robert thought for a moment. "I don't discriminate. I see the result and that is what we need now. Am I right?" "Well, I don't discriminate either. I accept everybody. I just think we had a different idea for our business." Abby was trying to be reasonable. "I can see you're troubled. Why don't you think it over carefully and let's chat tomorrow. I have a busy day." Robert's tone became curt. The day passed as usual. A thin stream of customers came in at lunch. The evening started slow. There was nobody at the bar and no stream of customers. I pointed this out to Abby who wasn't mollified. It gave Robert's plan some credibility, but I could see that Abby was struggling with it. Around 7 pm that night I got the shock of my life. Mr. Jones of the local bank walked in with a lady on his arm. He was in his business suit. The lady was a knockout. Tall, slim with great legs in a knee length skirt, silk blouse and medium heels. She was very elegant. Her makeup was subtle for the evening and she had those red tipped nails, I noticed. Some expensive looking long earrings hung from her ears. In the years we had been doing business, Mr. Jones had never visited us. I asked Kelly to get Abby and hurriedly went up to him and greeted him. "Mr. Jones, welcome. How are you?" I extended my hand. "Hi Bill, "he said, "Nice to see you. Robert insisted I come to see you. This is my date for the evening Roxanne. She also works closely with Robert." I extended my hand and she shook it female style. Meanwhile Abby had hurried out and I introduced them to her. She shook their hands and appeared very happy to see the banker and his date. "So how are things going with Robert," Mr. Jones asked. I looked at Abby indicating she should respond. "Quite well Mr. Jones. With Robert's help we have managed to have a modest increase in our business. We are talking to him about a true partnership and he is interested." Abby didn't indicate that we had signed the deal. Was she having second thoughts? "Good," he replied." He has lots of energy and ideas and I am sure he can help you turn this around." "Yes he has," I said. "Would you care for a drink?" "Roxanne, my dear? I'll have a Scotch on the rocks." Mr. Jones was scanning the menu. "So what are you recommending as your signature dish?" I looked at Abby. "Can I put something together for you? Perhaps a salad to start and Veal Marsala to follow? Or perhaps fish? The salmon is fresh." Abby did great veal dish and the salmon had come in this morning. Roxanne?" Mr. Jones was asking the lady. "That's fine. I think fish for me please," she replied in a soft voice. "Can I have a white wine? Chardonnay?" "Good. I'll take the veal," Mr. Jones said looking at Roxanne exchanging a silent message. "Of course," I replied. I was going to wait on this table myself. There was only one other couple in the restaurant. Abby went into the kitchen and I to the bar. I poured out more than a measure of Scotch and made sure the Chardonnay was chilled. Roxanne and Mr. Jones were in an animated conversation in low tones. Kelly brought out the salads and I hovered nearby. Roxanne and Mr. Jones ate quietly but still had a conversation in low voices. After the salad dishes were cleared away, the salmon and veal were served. They ate in silence, no sign of like or dislike on their faces. But they did finish everything so I assumed that was a good sign. The other couple left the restaurant so that only Mr. Jones and companion remained. They declined desert but ordered coffee. They sipped coffee and invited me over to their table. They also requested that Abby join us. "So Abby, I had a long discussion with Robert today. He seems very interested to help you and says you have a deal. He has many ideas to increase the bar and the restaurant business. He said you had a better night yesterday with Ricki." "Yes," we both replied. "Ricki was able to attract a lot of new customers," I completed the sentence. "Robert says you are not so very happy with Ricki. What's the issue?" Mr. Jones took a sip of his Scotch watching us closely. I looked at Abby. Whatever I said would be wrong. "I am worried about our reputation. I am also not comfortable with her style, I guess." Abby was being honest. "I see," Mr. Jones said, deep in thought. "I agree that you should be careful with your reputation. No question. I am not sure how you come to the conclusion that Ricki was harmful to your reputation when she brought in more customers and your revenue increased. I have met Ricki a couple of times and she is part of the so-called alternative lifestyle crowd. This is a growing part of society. I value them and their business at the bank." "Yes, I know. That's my confusion," Abby said softly. "Do you have a problem with her as a person? Or the way she dresses?" Mr. Jones took more Scotch. Roxanne was very quiet. "I am not prejudiced at all, Mr. Jones. I think I am open minded. Ricki appears very female." "So what's wrong with that? Ricki dresses in the way she is most comfortable. Look at Roxanne? She's beautiful but she dresses the way she likes and to suit her mood." He patted Roxanne on her hand. "Right, Roxanne?" He leaned toward her and gave her a light kiss on those beautiful lips. "Of course. I would dress more like Ricki too if I was going to a party or have some other intention or need to attract attention. For Ricki it's a way to show her personality and be with like-minded friends." Roxanne was looking at both of us as she spoke. "If Bill dressed like Ricki, he probably would get more business for your restaurant once it got around town. I don't mean he dress to be humiliated or as a tart" Abby laughed. "Bill would be a total failure as a woman. Look at him." "I think you would be surprised. Would you let him try?" Roxanne was smiling now and I noticed those sparkling white teeth surrounded by the bright red lips. "Hey, guys, you're talking about me now," I protested. I am not buying into this. I don't want to look like a fool." "I don't think you'd look like a fool at all. In fact, Alec here and I were talking about throwing a party for his birthday in two weeks on a Saturday." Roxanne leaned toward Alec and kissed him on the cheek. "He's going for the big Four O. There will be lots of people from all walks of life and persuasions there. I think you should put yourself in my care for 6 hours. If Abby then likes how you look, you will have to serve in the party helping Ricki and dressed like her. If Abby doesn't like the way you turn out, or if you don't feel comfortable, then we can host the party elsewhere." "I don't think so," I said. "I don't want to dress like that. No, I think even Abby won't like that. Why can't I be myself?" "Alec and I have many friends in the LGBT community who live in an alternative lifestyle. They are more out in the open now and are becoming very accepted. They like to dress accordingly when they socialize. TV, Film and late night stars have made it a normal scenario. Girls like Ricki make them very comfortable. The more comfortable they are with the ambience, the more frequently they will come here and the more they spend. Understand?" I shook my head no. I didn't mind their lifestyle but to dress like that would make me feel real stupid. "I don't think that will work and besides I know Abby would hate it." I blamed my reluctance on Abby. "Why would you hate it, Abby," Roxanne asked. Abby thought for a moment. "I don't want customers to laugh at Bill and humiliate him. What you are suggesting sounds absurd. I really don't mind what you call the 'alternative lifestyle', but I really don't know what that means either. Neither does Bill, I suspect." Roxanne stared at Abby. "Abby, come with me a second," Roxanne said and stood up. She did look hot. "Can we go to the kitchen for a private chat?" Abby led the way to the back. I watched Roxane's long legs and swinging hips disappear into the kitchen. Roxanne stood very close to Abby and whispered. "You have been discussing all this with us but you weren't really looking." Abby looked confused. "Don't be alarmed OK, and please don't yell." Roxanne unbuttoned her blouse and took Abby's hand. "Feel this. Don't shout." She put Abby's hand inside her blouse on a cool breast sitting inside a low cut bra. "This is Robert. Don't you recognize me? Look at me closely underneath the makeup. You're touching a very expensive breast made out of pure silicone." Robert now spoke in his normal voice. Abby's mouth opened wide in surprise. She felt the smooth silicone. "Robert? But you look so good. I couldn't tell the difference between you and a real lady. You even kissed Mr. Jones in public." "Well we are a couple so to speak. We keep our business lives totally apart. When I dress as Roxanne I feel like a woman and react like one, even in the bedroom. Roxanne knows how to please her man. Do you have a problem with that?" "No, Rob. Roxanne. I can't believe it's you. You look so great." "Abby, I have many years of practice and become Roxanne many times every week. It takes time to look this good - and practice of course." Robert had gone back smoothly to Roxanne's voice. "There are many people in this alternative lifestyle that would love to have a friendly place to meet. I don't mean a meat market but an upscale establishment. Most of them are comfortably off and like to dress well and be seen. I see great potential here also for special events. Look, even conservative banker Alec Jones has a special "girlfriend" like me. And he does know my other side as I share his bed some nights. If Bill could play 'hostess' it would indicate an acceptance of the alternative lifestyle and this could become a trendy and friendly place. Give it some thought. I'll talk to you tomorrow as Robert. Bill has not twigged that Robert and Roxane are one yet, I think. Ok?" Abby nodded. She was impressed at Roxanne's feminine appearance. It was so natural. She wondered how Bill might look in a dress. She still did not feel comfortable with all of this. But survival of her restaurant forced her to adapt. Robert/Roxanne had provided a new point of view and perhaps a new lease on her business life. Roxanne checked her blouse, took Abby's hand and said, "Let's go back. I had to convince you. Yes, I dress, quite convincingly, as you see. I have learned to be a female over many ears: from the makeup to the dressing and even the sex. Alec appreciates my other side and is my very special 'boyfriend' some evenings. I take good care of him when he is with me. I have many such friends, straight, bi and otherwise. They enjoy both personas like I do. Let's get Bill to help. At worst, he will not be an attractive hostess, but it would only be for one day. These people really need to feel at home here, and find acceptance. I think Bill worries about how you think." They returned to the table and I could see a change in Abby. She appeared to be in a daze. What had Roxanne said? "Roxanne, how many people did you say would be attending this birthday event?" Abby asked ignoring me. She was still staring at Roxanne. "About 50 I think. Alec here has lots of friends as do I." Roxanne was getting Abby to think. "We will spend at least $30 per person for food so the minimum will be $ 1500 for the event. Bar tab is on top of that and will be a lot more. Just a big buffet is fine. You'll have to close the restaurant & bar for the event. My baby here is worth it." Roxanne leaned over and planted a kiss on Alec's cheek leaving a slight mark there. He just smiled and blushed. "Abby, this is crazy. I am not doing this." I had to put my foot down. "What are you saying?" Mr. Jones asked. "You are not willing to do this for the business? You saw how much Ricki produced in one night." "This is crazy. Of course I want the business to flourish but you can't expect me to dress like a woman to do that? That's crazy. Abby won't like it and will kill me too." "No, I won't. I want to see how committed you are to the business too. We can't turn this down. I am willing to keep an open mind. Please, honey, do it for me, for us. I really am OK with it." Abby was now throwing me under the bus. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." Was that a hint of some bedroom fun later? She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. "Look," I said. "It may be an interesting idea but it puts me under pressure. Who will oversee the event? People will laugh at me. I've never done anything like this before. I really think we need to find another way." Mr. Jones looked at me for a moment. "I think you have a point. It wouldn't work out to just change for that event. I suggest you work with Roxanne and get some practice this weekend. Roxanne can spread the word so it gets a little busier. With Ricki there too you will have support. What do you think?" "He'll do it." Abby said before I could say a word. "Roxanne what do you need him or us to do?" I saw Roxanne's smile. She had won. I wondered what her role in this was. I was dying to know what Abby and she had discussed. I'd have to pry it out of Abby later. "What I need is 4-5 hours of your time initially. Then we need a private practice run one night. Then you can make your debut on Friday and Saturday. That should be enough to prepare for the big event. Can you fit that into your schedule?" I saw Roxanne exchange looks with Abby. "Abby, we may want you to dress with that lifestyle in mind and mingle too. Your culinary skills are what make the restaurant part work but for these events you have to be seen also as part of this lifestyle. The salmon was great by the way." "Thanks. Yes we can fit that in, and I'll do whatever you want to fit in. If Bill will do it, so can I," Abby said. It seemed I was out if it. "I'll have to tell Kelly though. It may come as a shock." "Yes," Roxanne agreed. "But she has met Ricki and she should meet Ricki and Billee here together to understand. You could have a word with her. I think she would understand. After all she has a lot to gain from success. She too will need to dress accordingly. More tips." "Makes sense," Abby agreed. I didn't need to say anything. They were talking. "Alec, take me home. It's late and I have a lot on tomorrow. I'll get Robert to call you. Abby, I can also call you if you give me your cell. Maybe have some girl talk." "If course," Abby said. She got a business card from the front counter and wrote her cell on the back. Roxanne put it in her purse. "I'm sure we'll meet soon." Roxanne kissed Abby and me on the cheek, linked arms with Alec Jones and left. I watched the liquid movement of her behind. "So what was all that about? You put me in a difficult position. I don't want to wear a dress and be laughed at." I asked Abby. "Oh Roxanne was trying to persuade me how we could make this place buzz. Her ideas are a little unusual, but we need to do something different. She said she would talk to Mr. Jones to help with the loan renewal. I think she can get whatever she wants from him." Abby seemed very calm relative to her earlier angst. "So you want me to dress up and be made a fool?" I was getting angry. I expected Abby to support me. "Well she thinks Kelly and I need to dress differently too," she shot back. "Yes. But you don't have to wear a dress and heels." I wasn't happy "Bill, calm down. Think what is at stake here. Roxanne assured me it wouldn't be a problem. As long as I supported the idea, she would do all to make this work. Tell you what. Try it just once and if you hate the idea we can cancel. At least we can tell Mr. Jones you tried." She leaned over and hugged me. "Who knows I might like you in a dress. By the way, do you think Robert and Roxanne are related?" "Why?" I asked "I thought there was a similarity. She seems to know him well." "No, I don't think so. She's a classy lady. He just seems a high profile consultant and Mr. Jones said they were partners." I really didn't see any connection. "I should ask Robert. Let's lock up and go home." Abby was turning off the lights. We went home and crept into bed, too tired even to make love. The next day we had a call from Robert at the restaurant. "I hear you met Alec and Roxanne last night. How did it go?" I wasn't sure how to respond. It seemed I alone was put into a difficult position. I passed the phone to Abby. "Bill doesn't seem convinced. Are you ok with this?" Robert asked Abby. "Yes," Abby said. "I had quite an education. I want this to succeed. Mr. Jones and his companion made a persuasive case for a specialty restaurant. Bill and I will play along." Abby was looking at me as I watched her passively. "Ok," Robert said," don't tell him about Roxanne but get some Nair and have him completely hairless from the eyebrows down. He should have a very close shave too and I will get Ricki to meet him tomorrow at ten. He should wear loose fitting clothes. I think we need to do some shopping. Please don't tell him about Robert/Roxanne. I will surprise him. Roxanne will call you later." "Yes, Bill will be ready." Abby ended the call. "So what did Robert say?" I asked "He just said Ricki will meet you at 10 tomorrow. Need you to be completely hairless. Ricki has some stuff and you are going shopping for some stuff." Abby was staring at me. "Are you backing out or will you at least try?" When asked a question like that how could I say "no"? "I'll do as agreed but am not happy to be among a bunch of .....I don't know what. They keep saying alternative lifestyle. What does that mean?" I really wasn't sure. "Well," Abby started, "Roxanne explained briefly that these are people who dress like Ricki. Men have 'boy' and girlfriends and the ladies have 'men' or even girlfriends. They dress in the style they are most comfortable with and can now come out into the open. They are accepted at all levels. It's the way society is now. You can check on the Internet when we get home. Roxanne changed my mind as she has many friends who live this lifestyle." "I'm not backing out but feel weird. It's so strange that you were so against it and now you are so enthusiastic. I don't know what Roxanne said but you changed your mind after that chat." I was looking questioningly at Abby. It's true. After that private chat, Abby was different. "Do you think Roxanne is attractive?" Abby asked me. "She's beautiful. She seems to be very close to Mr. Jones. They kissed at the table. So I don't understand why she's interested in people with alternative lifestyles." I thought that part of it seemed logical. "I agree. Roxanne is a beautiful lady. She accepts her friends for who they are. She told me that she used to be like me but after she met people and interacted, she warmed to them. Some of her best friends are part of this lifestyle" Abby was busy sorting out the menus. "Do you want to explain to Kelly or shall I?" I didn't have to think. "You please explain why I have to wear a dress and you both have to ..., tart yourselves up." I wanted to see how Kelly would react. "I will." Abby left to go to the kitchen. The discussion was over. Lunch was a modest trickle of customers. The restaurant was closed from 2.30 pm to 5.30 pm. We cleaned up and Abby got Kelly and me to sit around a table with some coffee. I could see Kelly was nervous. Perhaps she thought we were closing. "Kelly," Abby started. "You know that business has been slow these last few months. I am sure you noticed." Noticing Kelly's nervosity, Abby said," don't worry, you're not being fired. We are not closing up." I could see the relief in Kelly's face. "We have been to see Mr. Jones of the bank and re recommended us to Robert Cray. I think you know him. Young, dressed very extrovertly, but an expert in business recovery." Abby took another sip of coffee, and continued," well he thinks we need to appeal to a different clientele. He has suggested the folks who live an alternative lifestyle. You saw a sampling of them when Ricki managed the bar. Our takings that night soared." Kelly nodded. "Yes, I saw her. Great lady with lots of personality and friends. Some clients came over to the restaurant. They tipped very well," "Well, as a part of appealing to this crowd, Robert thinks that we three all need to look different and dress in keeping with this crowd. He and Mr. Jones's friend Roxanne want to plan a private party for around 50 of their friends. Many of them are like the crowd that came in when Ricki was bar keeping. So anyway, he and Roxanne want us to dress up and also that Bill here perhaps also wears a dress." Abby took a big gulp of coffee and we both observed Kelly's reaction. "Abby, Bill," Kelly responded, "I think it is great that Mr. Jones and Robert and Roxanne want to help. Sure I'll dress anyway they want. And to see Bill in a dress, well that would be quite a sight. I am very used to this type of people by the way. My boyfriend dresses sometimes, and he does look good. The way he dresses doesn't change who he or she is." Abby and I sat there with open mouths. "You're not upset or offended?" I asked. "I'll look like a fool and everybody will laugh at me." "I don't think so," Kelly said. "When Chris dresses and becomes Chrissie, he looks better than me. The men look at him not me. Of course he has had more practice. If you have the right help, I think it could work. I know business is tough and I like it here. Besides, we'll be the only venue in town where these people will feel welcome. Chris always wanted to go out with me when he is dressed, but he didn't think he'd be comfortable and welcome many places. So we go to some clubs occasionally, but those were for dancing and groping. It's like a meat market, a place to hook up. There is nothing around here to drink, eat and relax and be themselves. And just to be clear, I love Chris and Chrissie. It makes life very interesting...." There was a lot unsaid in that remark. Kelly was echoing Robert & Roxanne's statements. Another confirmation that it had possibilities of being a great meeting place. "So Kelly," Abby said, "Robert suggested that we get Bill here into a dress and try it out. In private first and then a trial run at the weekend. We agreed. But he has to do some stuff tomorrow so you'll be alone for lunch and dinner. Will you be OK?" "Oh sure. It's not that busy now and I can manage. If you want, I can get Chris to help in the bar in the evening." Kelly seemed to be all in. "Great," we said. Let's see if we can make this work. We're prepared for dinner. Around 6 pm, Roxanne appeared in a nice business suit. The skirt was cut high enough to show her great legs. As before, a beige silk blouse hid her well-developed bosom. Her makeup was perfect and she strode confidently on high heels. She was alone. Roxanne greeted me affectionately with a kiss on the cheek. I introduced Kelly to her. "Kelly has some connections to this lifestyle through her boyfriend. So we are all well on board." "That's super," Roxanne said. "Is Abby around? Can I have a word? "She's in the kitchen but as you see no customers here yet. I'll get her," I said. "Good, I'd like a quiet word at the bar." Roxanne walked through into the bar section and sat on a tall stool. "Kelly, could I get a white wine, please?" "Absolutely," Kelly said and went behind the bar. She poured out a glass of chilled Chardonnay and gave it to Roxanne. Abby came into the bar just at that moment. She was wearing an apron and had a cap on her head to preserve hygiene. Kelly came over to me and asked what I thought of the idea to make this a special meeting place. I explained Abby's reaction and how scared I was. She re-assured me and explained how she had felt at first when Chris explained his need to dress. After seeing his transformation and seeing him so relaxed, she felt at ease and supported his desire to dress. After all, why would clothes make the difference? Chrissie was always a help and great partner - even in the bedroom. "Hi Roxanne, it's nice to see you." Roxanne and Abbie kissed on the cheek. I hovered nearby but got the impression that Roxanne wanted to chat privately to Abby. I couldn't hear what they were saying but they could see me quite clearly. "So Abby how's Bill with our idea. Will he be ready tomorrow? I mean mentally set. It is asking a lot but I do believe it would set the scene for many of our potential customers." "Roxanne, I think Bill will be as ready as he will ever be. He knows the stakes. He is nervous, as am I. I don't want him to be a laughing stock." "Nobody wants that Abby. If he is not confident, then the idea fails. But we will not pull the party. It will still be held here. But as I explained, with the right attitude, Ricki will turn Bill into a great looking Billee. We have a friend who has a special shop and salon and she is set to do the works on Bill tomorrow. As I told you, I want you to succeed, so we will do all we can. If Bill co-operates, it will work out. Make sure he has no hair below the brows and also trim the hair down there - if you know what I mean?" Abby smiled. "Yes, I did warn him what you wanted so he will co-operate. I am as nervous as he is." "Good, I am going to spend a few minutes with him so as not to completely ignore him. But when you see him tomorrow, I think you will be very surprised. You can call my cell anytime and greet me with Robert or Roxanne, depending on the subject. OK. Please send him over." Roxanne kissed Abby on the cheek and beckoned me over. "So, Bill, are you ready for this? I really think it would work well and that we can produce the results that would make this location a big hit. But you have to do all we say without question. Also, a really good, positive attitude would help. This is a service business and without a friendly tone, we have nothing. Understand?" Roxanne was leaning forward, quite close to my face. I could smell her perfume and see the red-tipped nails that held the glass of wine. "Roxanne, I promise I'll do my best. I am nervous, but I am willing to try." There I said it. I couldn't back out now. "Bill, you will experience some big surprises, I think. Go with it and enjoy. If you do, then others will too." Roxanne finished her glass, put a note on the counter, kissed my cheek and stood up. "I'll be in touch." She swished out of the restaurant and I couldn't help admiring her walk. It was a slow night, another one and we closed up a little earlier. I was worked up. Tomorrow I would be living through stuff I didn't understand and couldn't imagine. We went home and I spent some time on the internet looking at alternative lifestyles. I was even more confused. I turned to Abby in bed and tried to calm my erection. But she hugged me, whispered she was tired, and turned around. She was fast asleep. I hugged her and fell into a fitful sleep. I had a restless night. Somewhat earlier than usual, Abby woke me up. Today could be the start of a new journey. "We need to do what we promised Robert and Roxanne. She led me to the bathroom. There was no turning back now. Abby took a scissors and I got scared as she sat on the edge of the bath. I was totally nude now. She gave a gently kiss on my cock. It didn't rise and she didn't do more. She then trimmed my pubic hair down short. With my razor she scraped at the bikini line till I had a neat edge. "OK, stand in the shower," she said. Abby now had a bottle in one hand and wore a plastic glove in the other. That smelly stuff was rubbed all over my body, back and front and also my arms and under my armpits. She even went between my cheeks and also on my sac. My cock was rising now but she didn't touch it with that goo... "According to the instructions we have to wait about ten minutes for this to work. What can we do in that time?" Abby appeared to be talking to my cock. I looked down at her as she grabbed my cock. She took off her glove and stroked my cock. She looked up at me. "Thanks, baby. I appreciate you doing this. I think I have some eight minutes still left so...." She gobbled my cock, going deep and then sucking hard enough to get me into an immediate erection. She couldn't grab my balls as they were covered with goo. But she sucked me in deeply and in less than five minutes I had deposited a whole load of cum in her mouth. She swallowed and continued to lick and thrust her tongue into the slit. She looked up at me. "I think we have two minutes left." She continued to suck but I was done but she kept me in her mouth till I was soft and the two minutes were up. Abby stopped and pushed me into the shower. "Take a long shower. Make sure you rinse of thoroughly." I turned the shower on and stood there wondering what other changes I would have to endure today. I stood there much longer than normal and ran my hands all over my nude body. I didn't have much body hair except in the armpits. But now I was smooth all over. Abby was waiting for me as I stepped out of the shower. She patted me dry and made sure that my lower parts were also dry. She then rubbed some nice smelling lotion all over. This soothed my skin and made them seem even silkier to the touch. "Now, you are supposed to shave twice until your face is very smooth. You'll make a beautiful girl." She pointed to the sink. I shaved as close as I could and wiped my face. Abby was waiting with the towel. She flicked my cock which now hung down limp. It didn't react. I needed some rest. I wasn't the greatest lover but I always ensured that Abby also had an orgasm. I reached down to her and tried to bring her off. "Hun, don't worry, you can take care of me tonight, OK. I love you for even trying this. It is important." She reached up and kissed me on the lips. I pulled on a T-shirt and boxers. Then my training gear. Short socks and sneakers. I wasn't sure what else. Abby had dressed meanwhile in jeans and a simple blouse. Her short red hair, almost a boyish cut, was easy to maintain. She said it also helped with kitchen hygiene. We had some cereal with coffee and left for the office. We would be there by 9.30 and we were expecting Rick or Ricki at 10. Kelly would be there by 11. I went through some normal things and I heard a knock on the door. It was Ricki. This was a different Ricki. She was dressed normally with knee length skirt, light blue blouse and the outline of her bra could be seen. Even her bosom appeared proportionate. Her makeup was subdued and she had small hoops in her ears. The wig was brunette and seemed very natural. Ricki wore some very modest heels. She wasn't exactly looking like a housewife, but like any office worker. I couldn't tell she was a male underneath all of that. Would I look like that I wondered. "Hi Ricki," I greeted her not sure whether to offer my hand or kiss her cheek. Ricki solved the problem by leaning forward and kissing my cheek. "Coffee?" I asked. "Oh yes please," she said and entered. "We'll go meet Zel and then see what stuff we'll need to get for later," she said by way of explanation. I called out to Abby and Ricki also greeted her warmly. "I know this is a kind of strange scenario. As you know and can see, I dress as I like. Most evenings I am Rickie in a more exaggerated female form. I earn more money that way as a hostess and bartender," she said with a wink. "During the day, like now, I am more modest. Or if I want to be a slob and not dress, then Rick wears jeans and T shirts." We had coffee and Ricki said we had to leave. There was a lot to be done. "We may be back later, but I am not sure. Robert and Roxanne wanted to meet with us when Billee was ready." Ricki smiled at us. I kissed Abby who wished me luck. "Be good," she said as I left We drove in Ricki's car to a small set of shops about thirty minutes from the restaurant. All the way Ricki explained how he found his feminine persona so liberating and how his sister had helped him into a dress for Halloween and the rest was easy. I tried to understand his initial fascination and how now, his alter ego was a very important part of his life. More interesting was his statement that all his friends knew about Ricki and that they saw him dressed quite often. If they didn't like Ricki's dress idea, he didn't want them as a friend. He openly said that he was bi-sexual and currently had girl- and boy- friends. He was not in any committed relationship. But as Ricki, he preferred males and as Rick he loved girls. He told me not to judge. I didn't. I wasn't that behind the times. I knew this stuff went on, but I had never been exposed to it that closely. Ricki appeared so natural that I wondered at the transformation. My mind was in a daze as we arrived at a row of small nondescript shops. The dark sign, faded and hard to read, just said 'The Other Side'. Ricki rang the bell and after a few minutes a lady opened the door. Zelda was an absolute knockout. Blonde hair piled high, on top of a beautiful face; heavily made up eyes and long eyelashes. Her cleavage was there to see with a red blouse that had three open buttons. The short black mini skirt was of shiny leather. She wore tall heels. She was dressed for the night rather than 11am. But the room was a little dark. She kissed Ricki ad me on the cheek and welcomed us in. "So, this is Bill, soon to be Billee," Zelda said, emphasizing the 'e' at the end. She wasn't laughing, just stating a fact. The shop had masses of racks of clothing of all sorts. The shelf above carried a broad array of wigs in every style and color. A set of wooden cabinets appeared to have many small drawers. The corridor led to a brightly lit room that had a washbasin at one side. The other was a wall to wall mirror. In the center was a central section that was decorated with circular array of light bulbs throwing the room into dazzling brilliance? There was a curtain which ran the length of the mirror. This was now open so I could see myself. "Ricki explained what we need to do today. So some parts may not be so comfortable but I hope you'll appreciate the result. OK strip to your pants." Zelda was all business. I took off the track suit top and bottom and removed my trainers and socks. Zelda and Rickie inspected every inch of my body. Zelda traced her finger on my chin and upper lip. "You did well on the body, but your face will need more shaving. We don't want 5'o'clock shadow, Not sure of the eyebrows either. Take off your boxers." I looked at her. My sole remnant of modesty was to be removed. "I've seen it all," Zelda said. "Ricki here is an expert in the male anatomy." I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. I stood there in my naked glory. "Nice trim," Zelda said as she saw the trim of my pubic hair and the line Abby had trimmed. My little thing was flowing with blood as hard as I tried to suppress the thought. "Oooh, Ricki. I think Billee is rising to the occasion." Zelda patted my cock. "So, what is your image of Billee?" Zelda was asking Ricki. I was standing there naked whilst they discussed my hair color, bust size, waist size, how long I had to stand in heels and so on. "I think we have to go conservative for the start. If Billee decides that this is a success, we will need to do more. Right now it's about convincing him and his wife that he can do this." I was glad that Ricki had explained it reasonably. "Hmm... not so exciting as I see Billee here dressed a little more extravagantly if he is to play hostess. But OK. You'll have to come back for the full works." Zelda held a nude long panty in her hand. It appeared to have some long pockets at the back. "OK, step into t