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A few minutes later, Connie and Tyler were ushered to a table toward the rear of the bistro. Two hosts held their chairs out for them as they sat down. Tyler was careful to hold his long, sequined skirt behind him as he sat, making sure the back end of the skirt didn't fall off the chair while also making sure to drape the front of the skirt as far over his freshly-shaven left leg as he could. It was such a complicated gown! Everything else he had worn since arriving on Saturn Beta had been relatively straightforward, but wearing this garment required an extra level of attention. He looked down at his breasts, appreciating his exposed upper cleavage while ensuring the bodice hadn't descended to somewhere indecent. He checked the clasp on the back of his choker, too, worried it might somehow come loose. "You seem a bit fidgety," Connie mentioned as the waiter brought the wine list to the table. "Everything all right?" "Oh, everything's fine," Tyler replied, placing his clutch purse in his lap. "Just making sure that everything's where it's supposed to be." "You're not used to wearing that kind of thing." "No," Tyler said. "Not at all. You already know that, though. We've had this discussion before." Placing her own clutch in her own lap, Connie gave Tyler a serious look. "What I mean is, you're not used to wearing something that needs you to constantly check up on it. To make sure the skirt is laying right, or that the zipper hasn't come loose, or that those beautiful pins are still in your hair." Tyler suddenly became very conscious of the pins Connie mentioned, and his hand went behind his head to check up on them. Everything was in it's proper place... and Tyler let his hand linger there a bit longer than necessary, flicking his fingers over the pink jewels that hung from the ends of the pins. He genuinely enjoyed the feel of the elaborate hardware in his auburn hair, even though they made his head weigh more. Perhaps, he admitted to himself, because they made his head weigh more. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, after all... and Tyler certainly was done up nicely enough in his formal gown, formal makeup, and formal jewelry to be mistaken for a queen. "Yeah," he said, returning his hands to his lap. "I guess I'm not. This is easily the most elaborate thing I've ever worn. I feel like I'm going to rip something, or break something, or like the whole thing is just going to fall off my body if I'm not careful." "That'd be a shame," Connie said, smirking. "You'd enjoy it if that happened, of course." "Of course." Tyler took a deep breath - as deep of a breath as he could, given the constriction of his gown's tight, sequined blue bodice. "Not me. I want to keep wearing this as long as I can. It took an awful lot of effort to make all this happen tonight." He flourished a hand from his bare shoulders to his waist, drawing Connie's attention to his ensemble. "A long time. And with Pierre and me working together to make it happen. So I'd like to keep enjoying it the way it is, considering how much time and sweat we both put into it. Pierre would probably have a heart attack if anything fell out of place before the symphony was over. The man's a bit of a perfectionist." "Indeed. He seems to have gone the extra mile with you," Connie said, looking away spacily. "I'm envious. Phoebe was helpful, but... well, you've quite obviously won the night." "Won?" "Sure. Between the two of us, I think it's quite obvious who looks better." "Connie... oh my god, don't say that. You look fantastic." "I look okay. Believe me, I don't mean to deflect your compliment, but you must remember that it's my job to notice these things, evaluate them, quantify them... and you absolutely, without question, look better than I do tonight. I believe I've earned the right, over the course of my career, to say that objectively. Remember how you're always saying that I'm the expert? Well, I am the expert on this one. There's no point in arguing." Tyler opened his mouth to protest - he truly believed that Connie looked lovely tonight, and he was proud to be her date for the symphony - but he knew that what she said was true. Connie looked amazing; Tyler looked otherworldly. He closed his mouth again and waited for Connie to continue her speech. "I don't know if you ever experienced this on Mars," Connie continued, causing Tyler to shift uncomfortably in his chair at being reminded of his lies, "but between women in general, and attractive women in particular, there's... something underlying. You could call it cattiness, or jealousy, maybe. But there's a sense of competition between women that none of us wants to admit exists." "Oh, god," Tyler groaned. "I was just thinking about that." "I know you were, Violet. I could see it in your face as we were walking through the lobby and the foyer." "You... what?" Connie smiled weakly across the table at Tyler. "Again, Violet, this is my career. I'm the expert. I notice these things. And even if you hadn't been thinking about it consciously, us girls still compete with each other in the backs of our minds. Over all kinds of things. Obviously, the most obvious one is our looks. There are a million other competitions we can have with each other, though. How many friends we have. How much positive attention we can garner for ourselves on social media. How successful our husbands are and how well-behaved our children are... not that either of us have husbands or children. You understand what I mean, though." "I think I do." "There's a myth out there that women aren't as competitive as men. It's wrong. We're absolutely competitive. We just don't wear it on our sleeves for the world to see the way men do. Men compete over quantifiable things, usually: number of points on the scoreboard, most notably. Or the size of their salary and bank accounts. Or the square footage of their house. Or, if we want to get crude for a moment..." "Penis length," Tyler mumbled, trying hard not to be heard by anyone but his date. He thought it was a clever thing to say in the moment - especially since he'd had experience with that particular, exclusively- male contest - and he smirked over the table at Connie. Now she was the one shifting uncomfortably in her seat, looking down at her lap... just for a brief moment, though, as if readjusting herself after being caught off-guard by what Tyler had said. It was weird of her to react so poorly to a relatively tasteless comment, as she herself was fond of making off-color comments herself when the opportunity was there. Tyler wanted to figure out what was wrong, but Connie spoke up first. "I was going to go with 'number of women bedded,' actually," Connie said. She regained her pleasant demeanor and smiled at Tyler. "But, yes, I suppose your example works as well." The mood at the bistro table was tense and silent for a while, other than when the waiter came by to take drink orders. Connie ordered a full bottle of wine for the two of them, handed the wine list over to the waiter, and began studying her dinner menu. Tyler couldn't help but wonder what had made her react so poorly to his comment. A relatively harmless comment about something men absolutely compete over, he reminded himself, during a conversation about the kinds of things people compete over. It's not like Tyler had just started talking about dick-measuring for no reason. He found himself getting a bit frustrated with Connie and her unwarranted change in mood. "Well," Connie said, breaking the silence, "braised duck for me, I think. That sounds good." She placed her menu on the table and looked at Tyler with a serious expression on her face. "The plates here are very small, just so you know. I hope you didn't come in with a huge appetite." "Oh," Tyler said, glad Connie was speaking again. "Sure, that sounds fine. I'm not too hungry. Plus I probably shouldn't eat too much while wearing this." He rubbed a hand over the sequined blue fabric against his belly, brushing lightly over the navel piercing underneath, the reminder of which instantly cheered him up again. "There's not much room in this gown to put anything else. It's kind of hard to breathe in this thing, you know. It feels like it's going to burst at any moment." "Hmm. I noticed," Connie said. She winked at him. "It's very form- fitting. And very flattering on your figure, obviously." "Thank you." "And it won't burst, believe me, as much as I wouldn't mind seeing that," Connie said. Tyler grinned at Connie's return to her normal, subtly perverted self. "All the clothing at Incantevole is extremely well made, for one thing. And I don't think our friend Fran would have delivered anything to you that she hadn't had customized first." Placing his hands in his lap again, Tyler looked awkwardly at Connie. "Customized?" "Sure. Customized, tailored. Whatever you want to call it. Everything we purchased for you today was taken into a back room somewhere and adjusted to fit you perfectly. Remember how Fran took all those measurements of your body when we first got started? That wasn't just so she could find clothing that fit you. That was so everything could be tailored or reprinted to suit you." "Oh," Tyler said, looking off to the side. "Huh. That explains why it took so long for the store to deliver all the clothing to my hotel room. I didn't know they went to all that trouble." "The good places do, Violet. I refuse to buy anything off the rack and start wearing it immediately. Life is too short, and the technology is too good and too reasonably-priced, to walk around wearing anything that isn't a hundred percent made for you." Tyler shrugged his bare shoulders. "I suppose." Leaning forward and lowering her voice, Connie said, "You haven't had any experience with well-made clothing, have you?" "No," said Tyler, shaking his head. "I just wear whatever's available." "You probably wore whatever they gave you to wear, back on Mars. I'll bet it was a lot of hand-me-downs. Unisex ones, at that. God, Violet, I can't tell you how glad I am that you were able to escape from that place. I know you keep trying to tell me that it wasn't that bad, but... well, nobody should be forced to live like that, let alone a lovely young thing like yourself." Tyler smiled but didn't respond. He was getting tired of being reminded of all the lies he had told, to Connie and Amber and everyone else. He hoped the truth about his old life in Miami wouldn't come out to Connie and Amber any time soon. That would lead to unbelievable amounts of trouble, awkwardness, hurt feelings... and many other possible things that Tyler didn't want to think about. He didn't have to think about them, though, because the waiter arrived at that moment with the bottle of wine Connie had ordered. He poured two glasses, left the bottle on the table, and wandered away again. Connie lifted her wineglass and pointed it at Tyler. "Have we toasted yet?" Connie asked, looking upward as if scanning through her memories. "I don't believe we have. We had that excellent Argentinian wine last night, but..." "We didn't toast to anything," Tyler interrupted. He held up his own glass. "What should we toast to?" "Well, that's easy," Connie said, moving her glass forward toward Tyler's. "To new experiences." Connie smiled broadly, Tyler smiled back, and they clinked their glasses together and took their first sips. Tyler noticed with minor amusement at how he left a lipstick mark on the rim of his glass. He'd seen women leave their mark like that on stemware before, but of course he'd never done it with his own lips. Speaking of new experiences... ***** Dinner passed uneventfully, with Connie enjoying her duck and Tyler pecking at the smallest steak he had ever seen - four bites in total, but four of the most delicious bites of steak he'd ever tasted. Connie wasn't kidding about how small the plates were at this bistro. Tyler wasn't disappointed, just surprised. Grateful, too, that his stomach wasn't given the chance to expand over the course of the meal. He definitely didn't want to feel bloated with food while wearing this tight-chested evening gown. Sitting through an entire symphony would be difficult on a bulging stomach in normal circumstances, let alone the circumstances he was in right now. Once they were done eating, Tyler excused himself to the ladies room, where he opened his clutch and found Pierre's first-aid kit of makeup. He looked at himself in the mirror and determined that, indeed, his lipstick could use a little refreshing. His lips had left their mark on his wine glass, after all - several marks, each of which had caused the dramatic effect of the lipstick to fade slightly. For the first time, Tyler began to apply his own makeup, albeit just lipstick and just a tiny sample of it. He glided the deep red, waxy substance over his lower lip, slowly and carefully, the way he remembered Pierre doing it; then pressed his lips together and let the color transfer from bottom to top. He studied the results carefully in the mirror and stood up straight again, proud of himself for doing such a good job on his first attempt. He smiled widely, his perfect white teeth contrasting enticingly with the flashy red of his lips. He then left the ladies' room and returned to the table as Connie, and the majority of the bistro's other patrons, watched him walk. After draining the bottle of wine and paying the bill, Connie and Tyler left the bistro and headed back into the foyer. Tyler was shakier on his heels than he had been earlier, thanks to the effects of the wine, and Connie wasn't too steady on her own feet either. Tyler decided to take the initiative and hook his elbow into Connie's, which she seemed to enjoy. She rested her head on Tyler's bare shoulder and laughed a little as the two of them walked carefully in the direction of the symphony hall. Once inside the hall, Connie opened her clutch and took out the tickets for their seats - paper tickets! Real paper tickets! - and handed them to a man inside a booth surrounded by glass. He scanned them, then slid them across the counter to Connie along with a program, and Connie escorted Tyler away from the booth and into the crowded symphony hall lobby, their arms still hooked together at the elbow. "Look at you, all fancy-like," Tyler said, the alcohol slurring his words a bit. "What do you mean?" Connie said, shaky with her speech as well. "Paper tickets," said Tyler. "I've never seen paper tickets before. And you were reading a newspaper yesterday, too. Like an actual newspaper printed on actual paper." "What's so fancy about that?" Tyler shook his head and smiled mischievously at Connie. "You really don't know, do you? Nobody uses paper tickets anymore. Nobody reads the news on something made with paper and ink. I'm not sure if you realize this, Miss Giordano, but you're an awfully eccentric person." Connie leaned away from Tyler. "Well, of course I'm eccentric. I think it's one of my better qualities, if you don't mind me boasting." "Oh, it is," Tyler said, leaning in for a kiss. He leaned a bit too far forward, thanks once again to the alcohol in his system, and nearly toppled into Connie completely because of the tilt of his four-inch heels. She caught him by his bare shoulders and held him upright, both of them laughing girlishly as they exchanged a few tiny kisses. "I think you might have had a bit too much to drink, Violet," Connie said, pushing against Tyler's shoulders until he was standing completely upright again. "I'd rather blame the shoes than the wine," Tyler said. Connie looked down at Tyler's rhinestone-encrusted pumps, glinting blue in the light of the symphony hall lobby. Tyler held his arms to his sides for balance and posed his feet in several different positions so Connie could see the shoes from all angles. He wobbled slightly but kept his balance. "Very nice," Connie remarked when Tyler had finished showing off his shoes. "That's a risky heel height, though. Especially for someone who's been drinking." "Oh, Fran said I needed a heel this high," Tyler explained. "Otherwise the bottom of the dress would have been dragging along the floor all night." "And we wouldn't want that." "No, we wouldn't." "How do your feet feel in those things, anyway? Do they hurt?" "Oh, no," Tyler said, lifting his left foot slightly to get a better look at the shoe. The heel was high indeed, and he mentally congratulated himself for getting this far through the night without falling over. His left leg, due to the high slit in his gown, was exposed up to the thigh as he spoke. His ankle bracelet sparkled in the low light of the hall lobby. Several men in the large crowd of symphony-goers gave Tyler's shapely leg a long, careful glance. "That's surprising," Connie said. "Had you ever worn heels before you came to Saturn Beta?" Tyler laughed and shook his head. "No," he said, lowering his leg. The slit in the gown closed as his shoe touched the lobby floor. "Nope. Definitely not." "Most women have a difficult time with heels when they begin wearing them," Connie explained. "The shoes pinch your toes, or strain your tendons, or cause numbness, or any number of other issues. You haven't had any of that at all?" "Nope. It's a thing with the nanobots, you know. Jackson has them set up so that our feet and ankles never hurt when we're wearing heels. No adverse effects." "They can do that?" "Yeah, sure." Tyler said, sighing quietly. "Those nanobots can do a lot of things. You already know that, though." Connie gave Tyler a concerned look. "What do you mean?" "Well, from yesterday. When you contacted Jackson to have my nails lengthened." He held his sparkling pink fingernails up for Connie to see. "Remember?" "Oh, of course. Yesterday," Connie said, sounding relieved. She had that expression on her face again, the same one she wore when she was shifting in her seat back at the bistro, after Tyler had made that comment about penis length. Moving in closer, Tyler took Connie's hand in his own. "Are you feeling allright, Connie? You seem a little... off. Is everything okay?" "Everything's fine," she said. "Sorry. Maybe I just haven't been getting enough sleep." "Are you sure?" Connie nodded, then looked across the hall lobby at a large, ornate clock on the wall. "I suppose we should be getting to our seats. The concert is starting in ten minutes." "Sure," Tyler said. He came alongside Connie and hooked his elbow into hers again. "But you let me know if something is wrong, okay?" "I will," Connie said. She leaned forward and kissed Tyler lightly on the lips, and the two of them walked out of the teeming lobby and into the auditorium, arm in arm. Connie had booked fantastic seats for the symphony - a box, naturally, with only eight seats in it. The other six people in the box were all much older, and the senior women gave dismissive glares to Tyler and Connie, clearly nonplussed at what they were wearing. Their husbands, on the other hand, kept surreptitiously looking over at Tyler in particular, trying to get a peek at his left leg or the exposed tops of his large breasts. The looks only stopped with the concert hall lights dimmed, plunging the seating area into near total darkness. Tyler was almost disappointed as the symphony started - he had enjoyed the attention he was receiving, whether it was the positive, lustful attention of the men or the negative, envious attention of the women. Connie had been right about the underlying competitions that women had with eachother. And she was also right about how Tyler had "won" tonight, considering how many looks he was getting from everyone he encountered. Connie reached over and grabbed Tyler's hand as the music began, and they both looked over the rim of the box, down at the orchestra. Behind the orchestra and the stage they played on was the largest bay window Tyler had yet seen on the station, facing out into space, showing the dusty rings of Saturn as they orbited the gas giant beyond. It was truly a spectacular sight, one that took Tyler's mind off everything else as the music rose and fell. Tyler wasn't familiar with the piece the orchestra was playing, but it moved him to a place of deep peace and happiness as he squeezed Connie's hand and enjoyed everything about the moment - the sound of the music, the sight of the universe through the bay window, the enchanting smell of Connie's perfume, the taste of excellent wine and steak still lingering on his tongue... and the touch and feel of so many things at once. Connie's smooth hand, the heavy pins in his auburn hair, the platinum crescents dangling from his ears, the tightness of the platinum choker around his neck, the chill of precious metal cascading over the bare skin beyond his neck and into his cleavage, the pleasant hug of the gown's bodice, the barely- noticeable pinch of his new navel piercing, the slight weight of the bracelets on his right wrist and left ankle, the silky inside of the skirt of his gown, the pressure on the balls of his feet caused by the heels... Tyler felt everything so clearly, sitting in the dark and massive concert hall, which seated thousands of people and yet caused Tyler to feel like he was the only person in the world. Other than Connie, of course, who eventually let go of Tyler's hand and began attending to his exposed, hairless, smooth left leg. She started by brushing her green-painted nails along his kneecap, then rose up his thigh with a tantalizingly slow pace that made Tyler's heart leap and made his vagina quiver under his gown. A whispered moan escaped his lips as Connie's hand further ascended up Tyler's thigh and into the slit of his skirt. She soon had her entire hand inside the gown and had begun lightly flicking Tyler's pussy with her fingers, causing Tyler to gasp as the orchestra played on below. This went on for several minutes as Tyler's breathing became more rapid. The other couples occupying the box paid no attention to what Connie and Tyler were doing - the music was loud enough and the hall dark enough that they didn't notice what was going on nearby. Tyler gripped the sides of his chair as if holding on for dear life as Connie continued her welcome but unexpected ministrations. She had once again let her perverted side come out, but Tyler would never had expected her to do something so lewd in someplace so public, so dignified... And then she just pulled her hand away from Tyler's panties, out of his dress entirely. Tyler found himself wishing she would dive right back in again, wishing too that Connie had kept working away at his cunt until he had been driven to orgasm right there in the concert hall, nearby company be damned. Tyler felt sweat beginning to form on his brow as his breathing calmed. He loosened his grip on his chair, looked down at his blue sequined skirt, and glanced over at Connie. She was completely stone-faced, staring at the orchestra on stage with rapt attention, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Just a woman in her thirties, enjoying the symphony with nothing else on her mind, hands folded politely over the clutch purse in her lap. Meanwhile, Tyler was squirming in his seat. His whole vagina, inside and out, begged for more attention and the sweet release of female climax. Connie had teased him to an awkward sexual height that he longed to get away from as quickly as possible. He was tempted to slide his own hand between the slit in his dress and into the slit underneath, if only to give himself some relief from this... But then Connie looked at him, and Tyler saw in her face that she wanted him to keep his hands right where they were, at the side of his chair. Her amorous yet forceful expression reminded Tyler that she was the one in charge, that she was the client and he was the contractor... that she was, still and always, the expert. She knew exactly what she had done to Tyler just now, and she knew how close she had brought him to an orgasm, and she wanted him to stay there for a while. And as the minutes went by, Tyler struggled to stay present and not let his current horniness turn him into a mindless puddle. Only when the orchestra began on the second movement of the symphony did Tyler finally descend from the pleasurable but frustrating teasing Connie had applied to his clit. And throughout the rest of the symphony, even though he regained his senses, Tyler's feminine body somehow maintained a desperate need to be finished off, to move beyond the teasing and toward something more substantive... to be fucked. ***** The crowd filtered out through the symphony hall lobby and into the foyer outside, with Connie and Tyler moving along in close proximity with each other but keeping their hands firmly on their clutch purses. Tyler was not in the mood for hooking elbows or holding hands right now. He was in the mood for one thing and one thing only... and given the look in Connie's eyes, she was in the mood for it as well. She walked hurriedly atop her pink heeled sandals, forcing Tyler to nearly trip over himself in order to keep up with her. The two of them strode purposefully toward the entrance of Pyramid Suites, a short walk across the foyer from the symphony hall but one that felt like an eternity. Tyler's left leg seemed even longer and more exposed by the slit in his gown as he walked quickly, causing his skirt to flutter around him and bringing even more attention from the gawking masses. Any other time he would have seen the attention as a novelty, something to be moderately prideful about, but right now it just served as a distraction from the eventual consummation of his and Connie's date. "Did you enjoy the symphony?" Connie asked, her first words to Tyler since the two of them had sat down in the auditorium. "Yes," Tyler said as they approached the doors to Pyramid Suites. The jewels dangling from the pins in his hair bounced heavily with every step. "It was very nice." "Nice isn't a word you use to describe the symphony, my dear," Connie said. She walked through the doorway, out of the foyer and into the hotel lobby. "You need to use bigger, more expressive words than that. Nice is a word you use to describe a completely unremarkable cup of coffee at a diner in the Bronx." "Well, sorry," Tyler said, adjusting his bodice - he could swear it was falling down off his breasts just a little bit and he didn't want it to drop any further. "I'm a little distracted right now." "Aren't we all," Connie replied. The two of them continued through the hotel lobby, with Tyler following along a couple steps behind Connie, as she took a turn down the hallway toward her own room. They soon arrived at Connie's room, where she fumbled around with her clutch purse for a moment before opening the lock on the door with her smartphone and ushering Tyler inside. "No time for pretense," Connie said, grabbing Tyler by the wrist and pulling him toward her for a long, passionate kiss. Tyler could feel his cunt moistening with new anticipation as he wrapped his hands around Connie's waist and pulled her toward the bed. Just as they were about to tumble onto the sheets, though, Connie pulled herself away and looked deeply into Tyler's eyes. "I need a minute," she said. "Can you do something for me in the meantime?" "Connie," Tyler groaned. "I'm dying here. You were teasing me during the first part of the symphony and it's been killing me ever since." "Well, then, another minute won't be too much to wait, will it?" Connie replied. She slid a finger under Tyler's chin and down his neck, tracing the rim of his firm platinum choker. "I'll be back. I promise." And then she was gone, into the bathroom of the large luxury suite, leaving Tyler standing alone atop his four-inch heels. Frustrated, he tossed his clutch purse on the end table next to the bed and put his hands on his hips. "What was it you wanted me to do?" he called. Connie emerged from the bathroom with her gown loose around her chest. She had unzipped it in the back and was now holding it over her breasts... for some reason Tyler couldn't figure out. It's not like she needed to remain modest in this situation. Tyler had seen her naked before, after all, and had plumbed her most intimate places. But there she was anyway, covering herself up. "Ah," she said. She pointed at the bed. "All fours. Looking out the window, if you would. Or facing the headboard, if you prefer that. Just don't watch me." "Don't watch you?" "Don't watch me," Connie repeated. "And don't you dare take your clothes off. I want you to stay just the way you are for as long as possible." Connie smiled devilishly and closed the bathroom door. Annoyed with Connie's reluctance to get on with things, but still excited that something was finally going to happen after many hours of anticipation, Tyler clambered onto the bed and positioned himself as Connie requested. All fours, staring out the big window into space. The back of his gown draped over his ass and legs while the bodice held tight to his heaving chest. "All fours," Tyler said to himself, wondering only briefly why Connie wanted him like this. He knew. He knew exactly what she was up to, and why she needed a moment alone in the bathroom. She had another toy she wanted to use on him, one that allowed her to take him from behind - a strap-on. Yesterday morning, he would have been appalled at the idea of being fucked in his pussy. Even last night Tyler had been emotional after he and Connie had mutually fucked each other with the double- ended dildo, irritated that he had agreed to have it used on him, irritated even more than he had enjoyed it. Now, though... now he needed to be serviced so desperately that he didn't care how Connie went about it. He just wanted her to return to him and get down to business already, whether she employed her mouth or a strap-on or whatever else to get the job done. He heard the bathroom door creak open, and he kept facing the window, maintained his position on his hands and knees, wanting to obey Connie's orders. She was the client, after all... ***** "I'm glad you said you were up for anything," she said, out of Tyler's line of sight, as she crept up behind him. Tyler listened carefully as she padded closer to him. "You're such an accommodating young lady. And such a good sport." Tyler said nothing, but wiggled his backside a tiny bit, aching for Connie to hurry up. Soon she reached him and placed her hands on his hips. One hip was clothed with Tyler's sequined blue gown, the other was exposed to open air thanks to the long slit in the skirt. Connie ran her hands along Tyler's hips as he squirmed on all fours. She kept this up for a couple minutes while Tyler's pussy moistened further. "Are you ready?" Connie asked, reaching between Tyler's legs and pinching his labia lightly through his black panties. "Yes, Connie. God, come on..." he groaned. "You sound like you're begging for it," Connie teased. She hooked her fingers through Tyler's panties and pulled them down his thighs slowly. "Are you begging for it? Do you want me that badly?" "Yes," Tyler said. "Please." "Well, at least you're asking politely." Connie brushed the back of Tyler's gown to the side, then pulled Tyler's panties down to his knees. Her hands returned to the space between his thighs, where she brushed her nails over his pussy once more, causing him to flinch and gasp. Tyler heard her take another step forward and he bit his lip, preparing himself mentally for what Connie was about to do. She plunged her fingers into Tyler's cunt briefly, just to check the moistness of his inner folds, then placed her hands on his hips once more. Gripping them tightly, she moved up behind him as he leaned back, putting his ass and pussy closer to his lover's hips, aching to finally be penetrated once again. Then he felt a hardness behind him, one he had expected... still, he was nervous about this, anxious, somewhat disgusted... but none of that could overcome the heady anticipation he felt and the longing he had to experience sex with Connie again. He lifted his hips and tried to bring the hardness closer to himself, into to his waiting pussy... "Look at how eager you are," Connie said. Tyler could hear the smile in her voice. Connie positioned the phallus at the entrance to Tyler's snatch and pressed forward gently, parting his lower lips ever so slightly with just the tiniest amount of pressure. Tyler moaned at the minor penetration, then rocked backwards to try and take more of it into himself. The phallus was quite warm and pliant - surprising to Tyler, who figured a strap-on that had been sitting in the suite bathroom for the last several hours would be chilly to the touch. It felt pleasant and welcome, and Tyler heard himself purring with the first stirrings of pleasure. Connie, meanwhile, was gasping as if she were surprised by what was going on between her crotch and Tyler's. As she pressed the strap-on further into Tyler's pussy, she gasped more and more, inch by inch, until the entire warm length of it had been buried to the hilt. Tyler felt Connie's pubic hair tickling the skin beneath his slit. "Oh, god," Connie moaned, clearly pleased with the sensations the strap-on was giving her. Tyler wondered if there was an attachment on the other of the toy, one that penetrated the person wearing it while in use. The thought was a brief one, though. Tyler's attention shifted entirely to his own pussy and the phallus inside it, the amazing feeling of being filled and expanded... but now he wanted more. He wanted to be pumped. He leaned forward slightly until the shaft of the strap-on began withdrawing from his cunt, then leaned back again to take it into himself once more. Connie caught on to Tyler's movements and held his hips tighter as she began rhythmically thrusting into him from behind. Soon both of them were panting, moaning, gasping, enjoying the sensations they were receiving from the strap-on and from the enthusiasm of their partner. The jewels dangling from the pins in Tyler's hair flailed and clinked as Connie fucked him. The choker around his neck seemed to get tighter, and the diamond-studded strands that hung from the choker whipped around under his neck as Tyler's body rocked back and forth. The crescent-shaped earrings dangling from his lobes flailed violently. The bracelets around his wrist and ankle rattled with every thrust. Many minutes of this went by, and Tyler began to sweat from the workout he was getting while clothed in the gown he wore. His breathing was rapid and constrained, thanks to the tightness of the bodice around his chest, but it somehow heightened the pleasure he gleaned from Connie's ministrations on his cunt. Tyler smiled widely as he felt the now- familiar approach of female orgasm, while listening to Connie getting close to her own climax behind him. A minute later the dam burst and Tyler screamed with release as his pussy muscles pulsed and the rest of his body shuddered. His elbows gave way and his face hit the bedclothes. A wave of exhaustion swept over him... as well as a wave of relief. He felt his orgasm as it coursed through his body while Connie continued to pound into him with her simulated phallus. He was happy to just lie here in the afterglow as Connie finished herself off, thrilled to finally have something occupying his vagina after the better part of a day spent in rapt anticipation of this event. He hummed contentedly to himself as his climax subsided. Connie, however, gained new fervor and increased the intensity of her thrusts. She also began... grunting? Tyler turned his head slightly to try and get a look at her face, wondering what it was about the strap- op that was causing her to sound so unladylike. He paid close attention to his lover as she kept railing his pussy enthusiastically... and he was now drawn to a sensation in his crotch he hadn't notice before. The phallus inside Tyler's snatch felt like it had become stiffer, maybe even larger, as it plumbed his inner depths. There was also something slapping against the sensitive nub of his clitoris every time Connie thrust into him. Something fleshy, heavy, and slicked with sweat. He propped himself up on his hands again and tried to look between his smooth legs, seeing the world upside-down. The high-slitted skirt of his dazzling sapphire gown had peeled away some more over the course of the lovemaking and Tyler could see Connie's bare thighs thrusting into him. He could also see the thing that had been slapping his clitoris. It was a very realistic representation of a scrotum, with the weight of simulated testicles inside it... realistic to the point of having one ball hanging lower than the other, of having wrinkled skin, of having tiny stringy hairs protruding from all over... And that was when Tyler realized Connie wasn't employing a strap-on at all. Nothing about this phallus was simulated. Tyler had been driven to orgasm by a real, genuine penis. "Oh, god," he moaned in girlish horror as Connie continued to fuck him with her bulbous, hard cock. Shocked and disgusted as he was to realize what was happening to him, he could feel the onset of another orgasm approaching. "Oh, god!" Connie screamed as her penis tensed. She gripped Tyler's hips tighter still, buried herself fully in Tyler's hot cunt, and began shooting her load. The first jet of semen hit Tyler's cervix with a warm splash that sent him over the edge once again, and his inner muscles clenched once more as the throes of a second orgasm overtook his body. He tightly gripped the bedsheets below and shrieked in a mixture of abject pleasure and embarrassment as Connie's cock emptied itself into his pussy, filling him with a warm sensation that felt completely alien to him. She kept her penis buried as deep as it would go until the last spurts of jizz splattered against Tyler's cervix. Once her orgasm had finished, she collapsed on top of him, her naked breasts laying against the back of Tyler's sequined gown, her cock slowly softening and receeding from the interior of Tyler's vagina. Tyler lay there, unsure of what to do next and even less sure of how to come to terms with what had just happened. This must have been an example of the "crazy stuff" that Paul had mentioned earlier today while they were on the elevator together... and that thought made Tyler feel a little bit better. The fact that he had enjoyed it helped, too. After all, Connie had said something about experiences like this during dinner the previous night - people like what they like, and there's no sense in being ashamed of the things you enjoy. Tyler was honest enough with himself to admit that he had enjoyed what Connie had surprised him with, even if she had been less than forthcoming about the details while she pistoned him from behind. Even if it was completely obvious how she had gained her new equipment - through the modern miracle of nanosurgery. Tyler cringed at the through of Jackson, his boss at Ringed Amusements, being the catalyst for giving Connie her penis. No wonder Connie had to leave Tyler alone at the clothing store earlier today... she was probably up in Jackson's office, having a bag of nanobots intravenously deposited into her body, just as Tyler had had two bags emptied into him during his first day on Saturn Beta. As Connie's new cock finally softened completely and withdrew from Tyler's pussy, Tyler could feel the warmth of her semen trickling out and streaking over his clit, through his tiny patch of pubic hair, eventually dripping down onto the bedsheets below. He felt somewhat relieved that Connie's load didn't stain his beautiful gown. Connie panted as she lay atop him, caught her breath after a few minutes, and lifted herself up. "I wish you hadn't known about that," she said, retreating from the bed and standing up. Tyler rolled away from the stain on the sheets and looked down at the new addition between Connie's legs. It was long, veined, girthy... everything that a man could possibly want in his own junk, dangling there from between her womanly legs. Tyler looked up at her from his position on the bed. "What do you mean?" "You figured it out," Connie said, pointing at her softened cock. "Much earlier than I hoped you would. You knew I had this under my dress. When we were having that discussion about competition, in the bistro. When you brought up... penis length." "Um..." "And then later, when you mentioned that the nanobots had made it so your feet and ankles don't hurt when you're wearing heels. You said that Jackson's nanobots can do a lot of things, and then you said that I already knew all about it." "Connie, that's not..." "Damn it all, I was hoping it'd be a surprise," Connie grumbled, folding her arms under her breasts like an annoyed schoolgirl, albeit a schoolgirl with an impressive cock suspended between her legs. "Connie," Tyler said. He scooted to the side of the bed and let his legs hang over the edge - right leg covered by his blue evening gown, left leg and thigh exposed by the slit. "I had no idea you were going to... do that. I was surprised. Trust me." Connie glared at him. "If you had been surprised, you wouldn't have been so willing or cooperative. You would have leapt off the bed the instant you felt the tip go inside you." "No, really, Connie. I thought it was just a strap-on. I thought you'd gone into the bathroom to put it on. I had no idea it was... the real thing." "Really?" Tyler nodded sheepishly. "Yes, really." "Hmm," Connie said, looking down at her lover with suspicion plastered all over her face. She lowered one of her hands and wrapped it around her new meat. "Well, all right, then. What did you think of it?" "Uh... it was... I don't know. Weird. Nice, I guess." "Nice? You keep using that word, Violet. You came twice. At least twice. I think it's safe to say you enjoyed it quite a bit." "I did," Tyler admitted. "No, I did. I'm just... still kind of in shock. Sorry. I really wasn't expecting it at all." "Hmm. Well, I'm glad to hear it," Connie said. She stroked her penis slowly with one hand. "God, this is so strange. New experiences all around, huh?" Tyler smirked. "Yeah. New experiences are what this station is all about, from what I've gathered. Welcome to Saturn Beta." "Welcome indeed," Connie said. She turned around and lowered herself to the bed again, sitting side by side with Tyler, her body completely nude while Tyler's was still entirely clothed. "It's funny. This... penis, I mean. You have an orgasm, and it's as if the entire thing is contained right there, in the cock and balls. The way it builds up and then shoots out... god, it was so strange. Interesting, though. And it felt pretty good. Not as good as one of our orgasms, of course. It didn't last as long. Still, pretty good." Tyler smiled weakly at Connie's words. One of our orgasms, she said. Meaning women, and female orgasms. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Tyler was a woman and had been one for his entire life. He looked down at her penis and felt a twinge of jealousy. He wished he'd had his own, still, so he could do to Connie what she had just done to him. Maybe female climaxes were better than male ones - Tyler could attest to that much, especially the potential for multiple orgasms and the full-body effect that each one had on the person experiencing it - but there were certainly several benefits to being the man, to having the penis, to being the one doing the fucking rather than the one being fucked. There was a power to it. A sense of being in control. Tyler missed that feeling... he hadn't felt in control of anything ever since Jackson had emptied those bags of nanobots into his veins. Though maybe he didn't miss it all that much, considering how he had enjoyed the hard fucking Connie had so generously given him just minutes ago... "Phew," Connie said. She reached over and rubbed Tyler's bare left leg with her hand. "That was a good time. Thank you, Violet. Thank you for being up for anything, just like you said you were." "You're welcome," Tyler replied, leaning it for a quick kiss as the last of Connie's semen lingered inside his cunt. He was happy that she was happy... and, somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he wondered if she'd be up for another round any time soon. He hoped so. Against the better judgement of his masculine mind, he genuinely hoped so. ***** Typical of a man, Connie soon laid back on the bed and started dozing not long after the lovemaking ended. Tyler got up from the bed, still fully clothed in his blue gown and shod in his four-inch heels, and wondered what to do with himself as his lover slept off the vigorous pounding she had just delivered to her willing lover's pussy. Eventually he went into the bathroom, cleaned off the remains of Connie's load from between his legs, and examined himself in the mirror. The glamorous hairdo that Pierre had designed for him had come a bit loose over the course of heated sex, and Tyler had no idea how to repair the various auburn locks that dislodged. The long platinum pins in his hair had maintained their position somehow. The choker around his neck had stayed in place, too, so tightly wrapped around his neck that it had barely budged while Connie fucked him. His gown was still perfectly situated over his lithe body, though now there was evidence of sweat on the strapless bodice. And his shoes were still strapped onto his feet, keeping the hem of the gown from dragging on the floor and making his sleek left leg look even longer and sexier than it usually was. He looked fine, in other words... better than fine. Still as ravishing, radiant, and elegant as he had been when he had first gotten dressed for his date a few hours ago. His makeup was slightly smudged - that was the only criticism he could find as he stared at the beautiful young woman in the mirror. She looked amazing, and she looked satisfied and happy. And Tyler knew the reflection of Violet Taylor was an accurate one of how he himself felt in that moment - glad that he looked so stunning, glad that he had put forth all the time and effort into getting ready for dinner and the symphony, glad that Connie had brought him back and given him a vigorous rogering with her nanosurgically designed dick. He had loved the experience, even if being fucked by a penis and having his pussy filled with semen might have chipped away slightly at his ever-shrinking masculine ego. Whereas last night he had been so traumatized by the session with the double- ended purple dildo, tonight he was just plain happy. He had been disgusted in the moment he discovered that the phallus penetrating him was a real one and not a simulated strap-on, yes... disgusted and shocked. But that disgust and shock had morphed into fascination, novelty, incredible pleasure and deep satisfaction. He had enjoyed it. And there was nothing to be embarrassed about. This was Saturn Beta, the wild west, where crazy shit you'd never see on Earth was possible, normal, and safe. The sooner he admitted that to himself and carried on with his current, temporary life as a high-class prostitute, the easier and more rewarding everything would be for him. In that moment, he looked at the mirror, at the sexy young woman in the glittering blue gown that stared back at him, and resolved to not get upset about his circumstances or his experiences for as long as he was stuck here. Though he no longer even felt "stuck" here on the station, in this body, in the employ of Ringed Amusements and his temporary boss-lady Jackson. No, now he truly felt the opportunity available to him... the opportunity to change into a new person, not just in body but also in spirit and attitude. He no longer had to be Tyler Hillman, the unremarkable guy from Miami who was just temporarily hiding out in the body of a girl designed to look fifteen years his junior. He could really be Violet Taylor, poor little lesbian from a shitty mining colony on Mars, who enjoyed all the feminine experiences available to her here on Saturn Beta... who enjoyed being wrapped up in dresses and skirts and evening gowns and elaborate jewelry and sexy high-heeled shoes, the kinds of things she had never had the chance to see, let alone wear, while stuck on the red planet; who enjoyed manicures and pedicures, hair styling and makeovers, high tea, fancy dinners, box seats at the symphony; and who enjoyed sex as the recipient rather than the one doing the thrusting, who enjoyed having her pussy eaten by the mouth of an expert, enjoyed having her cunt filled with either sex toys or the real thing. Enjoyed. Enjoyed. Enjoyed. The word echoed through Tyler's mind as he ran through all the things that he had experienced over the past few days. He had enjoyed so much of it, especially his time with Connie. Even his time with the other people on the station had been enjoyable - Amber, Zoe, Renee... and even Paul, whose advice from earlier today had been so helpful in helping Tyler relax, settle further into his feminine role, and stop being so instantly embarrassed about everything that had happened to him lately. Tyler took it to heart then, and he took it to heart again now as he pulled himself away from the mirror and left the bathroom, going back to the main part of the suite, where he saw Connie still sprawled naked on the bed, with her new cock still settled between her legs. Tyler thought he could hear her snoring lightly, and it made him giggle. He didn't want to wake her up just yet, so he crossed his arms under his sequined-covered breasts and thought of something he could do to pass the time. He remembered his overnight bag - the one Connie had expressly asked him to pack in preparation for the evening. It was still sitting in his room on one of the higher floors of the Pyramid Suites spindle... as was all of the other clothing he had procured from Incantevole today. The glamorous blue evening gown he wore right now was the only garment available to him if he wanted to leave Connie's room. Maybe a bit too dressy for what he was setting out to do, but he didn't have another choice. He grabbed his clutch purse from the bedside table and quietly made for the door. "Excuse me," Connie said, rolling over from her brief slumber. Startled, Tyler jumped slightly on his high heels. "Where do you think you're going?" "Connie, shit," Tyler stammered. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I was going to go upstairs to get my bag." "What bag?" Connie said, propping herself up on her elbows. She looked down at her cock, seeming somewhat surprised that it was still there. "The bag you wanted me to bring tonight. The overnight bag." "Oh. Right," she said, drawing her eyes away from her dick and toward Tyler again. "The bag I asked you to pack, specifically so you wouldn't have to rush out on me so soon like you did last night." Tyler placed a hand on his hip and looked back at Connie, pretending to be annoyed. "Some of us had to work this morning, Miss Giordano." "Ah, yes, the rough life of the working woman," Connie said. "I'll go up there with you. I always like walking a girl home after an enjoyable date. Just give me a few minutes." Tyler obeyed, sitting in a chair near the front door while Connie got dressed again. He watched with minor fascination as she slung her nanobot-supplied penis into a pair of rose-colored panties that clearly weren't designed to contain it, resting the head of the cock just above the elastic waistband and letting the testicles dangle through one of the legholes. She then got back into her pink taffeta and lace gown, zipped up the back, found her shoes and clutch, and joined Tyler at the front of the room. "Shall we?" she said, offering her elbow to Tyler. Smiling, he stood up and placed his arm in hers as she opened the door into the hotel hallway. They had walked past a few doors before Connie started speaking again. "You really had no idea that I had..." "None," Tyler interrupted. "I swear." "Well, that's good to hear," Connie said. "I thought I'd given it away. The way went when I showed up at your door earlier in the evening... when you leaned forward and kissed me, and told me everything you had done today had been for me... well, it caused something in me. You asked me later if everything was okay, when I was starting to look uncomfortable." "I remember." "Well, I wasn't uncomfortable. Or in pain, or anything like that. It wasn't a gurgling in my stomach. I was merely... well, how do you put this..." "Adjusting," Tyler said. He knew the feeling all too well... and he knew that Connie was too embarrassed to just come right out and admit that she had gotten an erection upon seeing Tyler in his sapphire evening gown. "Adjusting, yes," Connie said, nodding. "That's a good word for it. You wouldn't know anything about it, of course, but this thing between my legs seems to have a mind of its own." Tyler laughed openly at this. If only Connie knew... "By the way," Connie continued, "I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't make any mention about the color I wore tonight. Pink." She held the side of her skirt out with her free hand, as if reminding herself of what she was wearing. "To match your nails. The way my nails matched your beautiful dress yesterday afternoon." "Oh," Tyler said. "Well, sure, I noticed you were wearing pink. I wasn't sure if there was a reason for it, though." "Oh, Violet, there's always a reason for everything I do." "I'm starting to realize that." "It's funny," Connie said, as they approached the staircase leading to the upper floors of the hotel spindle. "The way we're dressed tonight, I mean, considering who's wearing what." Turning his head, Tyler looked at Connie oddly. "What do you mean?" "Well, you're in blue, I'm in pink... the traditional colors for boys and girls. And I'm obviously the 'boy' in the relationship right now. A boy wearing pink and a girl wearing blue. Just a fun little bit of irony." "Oh," Tyler said, smirking again. She was wrong about that, of course... but she was also right, in a roundabout way. Connie had more maleness about her person than Tyler did at the moment, all things considered. Surprisingly, Tyler didn't feel threatened by it, or emasculated, or in any other way uncomfortable. He felt perfectly at home with Connie right now, no matter what she had dangling between her legs. They climbed the marble stairs for a couple minutes - slow going in the heels they both wore - before turning out onto the fifth floor of Pyramid Suites and heading to room 512. As they proceeded down the hall, another person was coming down the other end of the hall toward them. He wore a nice suit with a dark red tie and had an air of youthful sophistication about him as he walked. Tyler recognized him immediately. It was Ben Rosenthal. Tyler's heart jumped from under his shimmering blue bodice. What the hell was Ben Rosenthal doing here at Connie's hotel? Tyler's face grew worried as Ben continued approaching from the other end of the hall. Ben slowed his walk a bit as he recognized the beautiful young woman walking towards him. "Violet!" he said, waving. Tyler smiled politely back and waved as well. What awful timing... Tyler wanted to get closer to Ben, of course, in the hopes that he had some information worth stealing and selling to any interested bidders back on Earth, but not right now. Not until the date with Connie was over. "Friend of yours?" Connie mumbled quietly into Tyler's ear. "I thought you just arrived at the station a few days back. I didn't realize you'd met with so many people already." "I... I haven't, Connie," Tyler said as the distance to Ben closed further. "He's just a guy from a thing I had to do this morning." "I see," Connie said. There was a cynical tinge to her voice that made Tyler wonder if she believed him. Seconds later, Ben, Connie, and Tyler were all close enough for conversation. Ben stopped walking entirely, and Tyler figured the only appropriate thing to do was to stop himself as well. Connie continued hanging on Tyler's elbow, clearly possessive of her date. Tyler was happy to oblige her by rubbing her upper arm. "Violet. Hi," Ben said. "Wow. You look... amazing." "Thank you," Tyler said, suddenly very aware of the amount of leg he was showing through the slit on the left side of his gown, and the amount of cleavage exposed by the low cut of the bodice. "Hi. I'm Ben," Ben said, looking at Connie and offering his hand. She took in weakly in her own hand and shook without enthusiasm. "Connie," she said. "Big plans tonight?" Ben asked, looking both Tyler and Connie over. "You're both dressed up for something exciting, I'll bet." "We just got back from the symphony," Tyler explained. "Oh, wow. Great. Yeah, I saw there was a symphony hall out there in the lobby. I can't believe they could fit something that big on a space station. Who knew, huh?" Grinning in spite of himself, Tyler said, "I thought the same thing. But, yeah, it's a symphony hall. Just as big as you'd expect." "I'll bet. Oh, hey..." Ben paused and reached into the inner pocket of his suit coat, where he pulled out his smartphone and tapped around on it for a moment. "There's this thing tomorrow that AG&M is putting on for us. Some kind of cocktail reception or whatever. Are you going to be working that?" Tyler shrugged his bare shoulders. "Probably. AG&M has us booked for all kinds of events while the convention is going on." "Great. Good to hear it. I guess I'll see you then. And I totally plan on taking you up on your offer to show me around the station a bit." Connie looked crosswise at Tyler, who could do nothing but swallow nervously. The choker wrapped around his neck rose and fell dramatically as Tyler gulped. Oh, god, Connie was getting jealous... "Maybe," Tyler said to Ben dismissively. "I have to be going, though." Tyler dragged Connie by her elbow, away from Ben Rosenthal, toward room 512 on the other end of the hall. Ben, for his part, merely put his phone away coolly in his jacket pocket and resumed walking until he reached the staircase than Connie and Tyler had just come up. Tyler maintained intense focus on his steps, and on keeping Connie close to him, as they turned a corner. "Well," Connie said as they reached the door to Tyler's room. "That was plenty awkward." "Yes," Tyler said as he took his keycard out of his clutch purse and pressed it against the door's scanner. The lock disengaged and Tyler pushed the door open. "Yes, it was." "Hang on," Connie said, grabbing Tyler's arm. "Don't go in yet." Surprised, Tyler let go of the handle and allowed the door to close again. "Okay," he said. Connie took a deep breath and faced Tyler directly. She reached her hands out and took Tyler's in her own, then looked deep into his eyes. "Thank you for getting rid of him," she said. "Um... no problem," Tyler said. "I didn't want to talk to him, anyway. Like I said, he's just some guy from an event I worked this morning." "What kind of event?" "A rocket docking. He's some... investor from some company. Another company booked Renee and me - Renee's a girl I work with, by the way - anyway, they booked us to be there to welcome all these investors to the station today. One company trying to impress another company. That's it." "So," Connie said, looking downward, "that young man just now. Ben. He's not... a client of yours?" Tyler's eyes widened, horrified at the idea. "No. Jesus, no. No way, Connie. No way." Connie sighed and shook her head. "I need to remind myself of who you work for, I suppose. The company where you're employed. I know what you do. I know what Ringed Amusements is. Hell, I'm currently paying your boss plenty of my own money to have you at my disposal. I shouldn't be too horrified when other people want to... acquire your services." "Connie, oh my god... that guy will NEVER acquire my services. He's just some guy. And besides, you're the only one who's ever... acquired my services. You know that." "Hmm," Connie said, unsatisfied with Tyler's response. She turned to him. "Well, you are allowed to see other people, you know. Not that you need my permission for it." "Would you stop?" Tyler said. He was getting frustrated with Connie's incessant moping. "I don't want your permission. And I don't want to see other people. Especially not other men." "I know. I know, Violet, it's just..." Connie stopped, and looked down at her glamorous pink dress, at the swath of taffeta and lace that hung directly over the cock that Jackson's nanobots had given her. She looked back up at Tyler, who looked back at her with confused eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm being weird... I'm being a bitch," Connie said. "I wanted today to be special. It's... it's my last night on the station. I have to leave for Earth tomorrow." Tyler's heart sunk. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. "I know," Connie said, grabbing Tyler's wrist. Tears were forming in her eyes. "I know it's short notice. The fact is, I've had it planned out for a while. I just didn't know how to break the news to you. I didn't think that I'd end up... liking you so much. I thought I'd spend a day just observing and fucking some random girl from your company, and then head back to New York like it was no big deal. But... god, Violet. It's breaking my heart to tell you this." "Oh, Connie," Tyler said, as a wave of sadness swept over him. "No... really? You have to leave?" Connie nodded sadly. "Yes. I have commitments back home, after all. People and events and responsibilities." She looked up at Tyler with dewy eyes. "A lot of people in my circles think I'm just some spoiled, bratty, eccentric, aloof little socialite who gets by on family money, does whatever she wants all the time, and doesn't take life seriously. I've spent many years striving to prove them wrong. I do have my business, even if it's not a business in the traditional sense... and I need to get back to it." Tyler sighed and looked pitifully at Connie. She was very shaken up about this... and Tyler was, too. He had really enjoyed his time with her, enjoyed all the little experiences she had required of him, and even enjoyed all the surprises she had in store for him in the bedroom. He had developed real feelings for her in such a short amount of time. Connie had clearly become attached to him, as well. Tyler stepped forward in his sequin-covered gown and pulled Connie toward him, hugging her to his breasts as she whimpered. The two of them stayed like this for a moment, standing outside of room 512 and holding each other as a wave of melancholy washed over them. An idea formed in Tyler's mind, and he pulled away from Connie slightly. He looked her in the eyes with a serious expression on his beautiful, feminine face. "You said you wanted tonight to be special," he said. "Yes," Connie said, pressing her fingers under her eyes, trying to dab up the moisture that had formed there. "And now I've gone and ruined it all by making us both depressed." "You haven't ruined anything, Connie," Tyler said. He took his keycard out of his clutch purse and swiped it against the scanner near the door. The lock opened, but Tyler didn't go in right away. He wanted what Connie wanted, whatever it happened to be. And Connie had made such a big deal about this being a traditional date, one where the pretty young girl was picked up and taken to the symphony by her handsome young beau and then dropped off later back at her house. Tyler wanted to keep that going, if only to make Connie happy... but also because he had enjoyed it, despite his usual misgivings toward being made to feel feminine. He wanted to see this date to its logical, traditional, romantic, Hollywood-scripted conclusion just as much as Connie did. He folded his hands over his clutch purse and smiled cutely at Connie, hoping she would pick up on what he was doing. "I had a good time toni