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Just Another 3 Ring Circus By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 2 Before he could even gulp, he watched his father motion towards the curtain and knew what it meant, as suddenly Tosha's chain was being handed to him. When the curtain opened, his legs felt like jello yet there would be no moment of hesitation as Tosha knew her cue as well as anyone, stepping forward under the spotlight. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the beautiful Tatiana and her amazing Siberian tiger, Tosha," his father exclaimed as a rush he had never felt before surged through his body as the crowd went wild seeing the big cat on a heavy leash jettison forward. The big cat knew the routine even better than he thought, as in an instant he was being dragged across the stage as it was time for the pretty girl to walk her tiger as he soon found himself parading as Tatiana in front of a packed house. Flash bulbs popped now as he did his best controlling the powerful cat's pace, having no choice but to swing his hips, wiggling with each step in his sexy ankle booties as he circled the stage a few times. When he stopped, awkwardly smiling as the spot light shone down on them it was almost unnerving when some suggestive whistles were directed his way. It was tough to really make eye contact with the bright lights shining into his face, which was actually better for him as finally after a few minutes the introduction ended and he was ushered off stage. He quickly locked Tosha in her pen, happily taking a moment to catch his breath still somewhat shocked that he had just had his indoctrination into the world as a woman and no one thought anything of it. He took a breather, peering out at his mother and aunts performing their acrobatics and then his father entertaining with his juggling, which was only filler as they set up for his first act. When the first acts were done and the applause rang out, the stage hands pointed towards the stairs as he followed them down beneath the stage. They helped position him on the small platform as he stood with his hands on his hips, spreading his legs with his chin looking upward as the trap door opened from above. It was best that he actually had no time to think about his routine anymore, as the platform slowly rose into the fog from the stage floor's dry ice machines, as suddenly he was center stage facing the audience. "Ok, you got this," said Sebe to himself in his head as the music started and he slowly moved his arms upwards as the theatrical music began. He could feel his legs tremble just a bit as he began to slowly walk towards the audience and then when he could finally see their faces filled with smiles, it put him slightly at ease. All he could think about was not falling on his ass, as all he was doing was walking, yet it almost seemed natural wiggling his hips as he was soon in a full strut doing the easiest part of his routine. For a short minute or two, he knew what it was like to be a show girl, provocatively tantalizing the audience with an enticing allure as he paraded towards the front row, never realizing the sensual rush he'd feel being the center of attention. As the music grew faster, he couldn't believe the adrenaline he felt at his little twirls, and his feminine hand movements felt so fluid as he could notice every eye studying every inch of him, yet he was complexly focused, making sure not to make a mistake. Just turning and walking towards the rear of the stage, it was like he could sense the men gawking as the cat calls rang out. When he turned back around, he was lifted by the two huge linen clothed male dancers by his outstretched forearms, and suddenly he was their goddess being carried, hovering well up in the air. There was almost nothing he could do but accept himself in the positions they had practiced, as they flipped him around like a pancake before finally placing him back down. The audience went crazy when suddenly he was surrounded by fog and before he knew it, he was dropped down the trap door, disappearing as the crowd got to its feet and he had successfully completed his first act. The excitement was incredible as he could hardly fathom that he had just played the sexy vixen flawlessly, and every change his father had crafted last minute seemed to be more of a hit than ever. Even during his performance he really doubted he could pull off the most difficult task of successfully impersonating Tatiana, just hoping to get by without much notice, but in this strange twist of fate he did. He was on break for quite a while now while the acrobatics took their place, allowing him a moment to reflect on his uncanny success, until finally it was time for Tosha and Tatiana to take the stage. A quick touch up on his makeup and a little hairspray backstage didn't even seem that strange now, as he felt confident to be able to do the show. "Dad, I can really wow them now," said Sebe as his father rushed off after his act while the crew set up the big cage. "I'm going to rise up with her and then you come in, ok?" "We never practiced that, Sebe," said Sergey, surprised. "She might get spooked. You come up and let us release her into the cage." "Trust me dad. Look at me, I've trusted you?" said Sebe, taking Tosha by the leash from her little cage. "Let's do a little wow factor, and I got this." His father hated surprises, but nodded in agreement, having full confidence in him as Sebe quickly brought Tosha down beneath the stage. "Ok, big girl." Sebe petted him as he positioned her on the platform and tossed away her chain. "Sit, and let's go have some fun." Tosha sat now on command as Sebe stood directly behind her with his legs spread on either side of the big cat, petting her as they awaited their cue. When the platform opened as they rose up together through the dry ice, the crowd applauded as Tosha growled on command as they reached the stage. It was an electric moment that the real Tatiana had never attempted as she never had such trust without Sergei as their buffer. There he was, the pretty girl with her massive cat who was putty in his hands as he hugged her like a house cat instead of a tiger. He exited the tiger cage now, dancing sexily around the cage for the audience as Tosha knew the routine, growling angrily as he teased her. This was certainly much easier for him to handle as he strutted his way around the stage and then inside the Tiger cage, which had been set up center stage. There were no whips or chains, just a pretty girl giving signals to her big cat as he pranced, jumped, and followed every command. Even his father now became more of an observer than a participant, as Tosha needed no prodding or coaxing, doing everything Sebe signaled as Sergei mostly watched himself. They went even off script a bit, adding some tender moments the real Tatiana could never have attempted, as she could never get this close. The audience was in awe of this rare bond between trainer and predator, as their affection and bond was like nothing they had seen in regular act. At the end, once again he wrapped a chain around the big cat as the crowd gasped as the cage door flew open and he paraded around, walking the cat like a golden retriever. When finally he stopped center stage, they erupted with applause as Tosha lay down paws forward and he sat on him like a stuffed pony. He was joined by his family as bows were taken and then rushed off stage, putting Tosha back in his pen. "You did it! I can't believe it," his father exclaimed, pumping his fists before hugging him, almost breaking him in half. "What a show! You were incredible!" His mother was teary eyed, as quickly everyone was in a group hug. They knew it was more than they had even hoped for, but time would tell if the talent scouts felt the same way. "Thanks dad," said Sebe, relieved it was over. "I love you honey," said his mother, hugging him again by herself. "I always knew you'd be an amazing performer once you were ready and guess what?" "Well I'm not so sure I was, but at least it's over and," Sebe began before getting interrupted. "Guys, sorry," said a stagehand ushering them towards the lobby. "They're waiting." "Oh shit," mumbled Sebe, realizing what he meant as he had always been back stage and never met any fans before. When they came out from backstage, the line for people waiting to take customary after show pictures looked disappointingly small, until they realized the stage hands had to set up a separate line for Tatiana. Just that alone was at least triple what normally awaited them all, as Sebe's eyes bulged, being pulled aside to pose with fans as his father couldn't have looked happier. He stood now with individuals and groups, posing with his hands on his hips or smiling with strangers' arms around him. It was so uneasy feeling men softly rub or squeeze him as he knew exactly what they were doing, and even worse being asked to pose to leave a lipstick mark on a few cheeks. He knew though all this was part of the business, as pleasing the crowd was all that mattered as he signed autographs as Tatiana for quite a few people, and finally the line came to an end. His family was already all backstage when finally he finished his photos as he noticed his father talking with a group of people in suits. "I guess we sold a lot of stuffed tigers today then," said Sebe, thinking his father was discussing his normal routine of checking on concession sales, except it looked more serious. "Don't interrupt and those are not the concession people," said his mother, grasping his forearm, pulling him away. "They're people your father was hoping would come, and it seems they really liked what they saw." "I hope so after all this," replied Sebe, pointing down at himself. "I tried my best for him, mother." "I know honey and it was all worth it, now come we need to find a dress that will look appropriate," said Yelena. "A dress? Are you serious?" Sebe stopped dead in his tracks. "What now?" "Well they are taking us to dinner to get to know us better, and obviously you're not going in costume," said Yelena. "Now come on let's go find something appropriate that will fit and get that stage makeup off you. Let's hope this is the big break we've been waiting for." He followed his mother and quickly she was holding dress after dress against him. As circus people, she really didn't have that many appropriate dresses for a business dinner, but soon enough was able to find something simple in her sister's closet, and then took some wipes to his face. It actually took a while to let his hair down as he couldn't believe how many pins were actually in there, as suddenly he was a mass of curls. He cringed a little as it hurt when she brushed through sticky bonds from the hairspray and sat, knowing not to give her any grief as she redid his face. It was more work than he expected as she reapplied some eye shadow, just a bit of blush and re-colored his lips. Within moments he was out of his boots, hose and costume, but not his undergarments as she rolled nude hose up his legs before unzipping a dress. He stepped in, obeying her simple commands as she zipped him up quickly and tossed some little sling backs to the floor. She knelt, sliding his feet into the shoes and stretching the elastic in the back behind his heels as the second she rose he was no longer a performer, instead just girl in a dress and heels. She quickly changed his huge stage earrings and closed the clasp of a bracelet over his right wrist. After placing a little chain around his neck, she took her fingers pulling down at his hair in front and twisted in the barrel of her curling iron. After a half dozen quick twists of the barrel on a few sections were enough to satisfy her, she stepped back nodding before lifting and spraying while smiling seemingly pleased with his quickie makeover. "Very cute, honey," said Yelena, softly tapping him. "Let me finish getting ready, because you know the second your father walks in here he'll be rushing to leave." Amazingly there he was within fifteen minutes of her work, suddenly portraying the image of a pretty young lady ready for dinner, as everyone seemed to be scurrying around. It was crazy as his mother hurried by, handing him a small black shoulder bag that he was now one of the ladies in the family as his father rushed by to get dressed. He knew now they'd be out the door within minutes as he walked over, seeing his image. With his finger, he swept the curled over section from partially covering his right eye.There was no sparkle from sequins or glitter this time, instead just a pretty brunette in a simple black dress, staring back at him. He knew why she left on his undergarments to keep his waist pinched and give him just enough bump at his chest. In a way that didn't matter much anyway, as his aunt's basic black dress he was in was actually a size or two too big, giving him a slightly loose fitting appearance? He could also easily walk in the two inch heels, which were easier than his booties, and the poly-blend rounded neckline dress was not of the revealing variety, with short sleeves and no exposed cleavage. He was a good four inches taller than his aunt, so it did hem mid-thigh, exposing some leg, but that seemed quite normal for a young girl with such toned legs. It was a nice dress for an interview or funeral, looking proper and quite ladylike. She had done his face quickly in natural tones with beige lids, soft Cranbury blush and a soft rose matte lip, as gone were the flashes of stage sparkle and glitter. In his ears were modest silver hoops matching the heart necklace and silver bracelet, which accessorized his ensemble and matched the silver chain of his black shoulder bag pocketbook. She had picked out his impeccable side swept hairdo, transforming it now into a series of soft loose waves from a side part that sat tussled on each shoulder. A messy uneven side part now appeared on the side it had been swept from, and a few thick large barrel curls in front turned the hair away from his face before blending into the layered tresses. It wasn't long before he was out now with his family as one of the girls, as he sat between his two aunts in the back of the car. "I'll do the talking," Sergei addressed everyone as they pulled up. "You ladies just turn on the charm." "Of course, dear," said Yelena, leaning over and kissing her husband. "Just don't forget to listen and let's see what they have to say." "Yelena, please," said Sergei, a little stressed and getting annoyed. "I know what I'm doing here." "I know you do, honey," said Yelena as they got out of the car and leaned into to Sebe. "Gentle handshake and speak only when spoken to in your softest voice, ok?" "I don't plan on saying anything, unless I have to!" Sebe nodded. "You don't have to worry about me just sitting there like a log." "I know I don't," said his mother, giving him a gentle squeeze. "You look beautiful honey." They entered the restaurant with his father leading his ladies and quickly exchanged pleasantries as Sebe did fine, softly shaking hands with a well-dressed gentlemen in a suit. He sat quietly next to his mother across the table as he talked about how much they loved the show and the possibilities for the future. Sergei answered the majority of the questions and it seemed to be going well, until he tried to close the deal. "So Mr. Gellmen, let's get to it. How much are you offering?" said Sergei, getting a little cocky. "Mr. Tarcovic, it's not that simple, and you can call me Roger if you'd like," said the gentlemen. "We all think your act is fabulous, but we're talking about a substantial investment." "Well, we're not looking for any substantial investment, and please call me Sergei as well," said Sergei. "Just a contract with some security in a larger venue, where all of us can prosper. You saw the act and already said you thought it would play bigger in a larger theater." "Yes, but understand a bigger theater means bigger sets, lights, more extravagant costumes, and of course a few new thrilling routines," said Roger. "Plus we add more background dancers, staff and of course we need to spend significant money on publicity and marketing. We wouldn't have an interest if we're just doing the same act and trying for a bigger venue. Our interest wouldn't be there unless you're willing to think big." "Huumm," said Sergei, rubbing his chin. "Honestly that's my dream and makes a lot of sense, but there's no point even discussing this further doing something that would require this much effort unless the result wouldn't take good care of my family financially." "Sergei, we never said it wouldn't, and a deal like this is not something we'd finalize over dinner," replied Roger, sipping his wine. "We all want to make money, and we do think we have something here with your show. Now that said, I am one of final decision makers, but I also have three other partners that will have to agree. Plus we'll need to do our due diligence and I'll set up formal meetings for tomorrow. Understand you are one of three acts we're considering, so come in ready to impress, and if at the end of the day my partners are as convinced as we all hope, then we talk money." "Understood," said Sergei clanging his glass. "We'll be there." "Excellent," said Roger, signaling the waitress. "Check please." "Is there any advice you could give us for tomorrow, Roger?" said Yelena. "We're not really accustomed to meetings like that." "Well by the time you come in tomorrow afternoon, my partners will have already watched the video of your act and dissected it ten different ways, so that won't be a big part of the discussion," said Roger, tossing some hundreds atop the check. "We're talking a Vegas show here, so you'll need to be willing to take the thrills and the sex appeal to the next level. You're all beautiful and talented ladies, so if I was you I won't be afraid to show my partners that." "But you're not saying you want us in our costumes, are you?" said Yelena thrown off. "No, in the new show you'd be in all new ones that I'm certain would be much more risqu?," said Roger with a smirk. "Now don't take this the wrong way, because I do understand this dinner was a spur of the moment thing and you probably wanted to dress appropriately for business. For that I commend you, and that's fine for this evening, but my suggestion is you beautiful ladies show up ready to turn a few heads. We're not hiring you to be in frumpy business suits, so between your daughter's act and her looks, she's a difference maker. If it were up to me, I'd put the tiger girl in something to make my partners take notice, but that's up to you." They were all taken a back as Roger left as they sat at the table, running through scenarios. The debate raged on all the way home, as Sebe couldn't be happier to get out of his female attire the second they got in. It felt mazing just to get out of the tight undergarments and didn't mind his mother's help at all now, stripping him down. Just peeling off the tape and breast forms felt incredible, and he almost felt himself once his makeup was wiped away. He didn't want to leave the shower once he got in, but was completely spent the moment he hit the sheets. He tossed and turned half the night, torn between how well it had gone yet petrified about how to answer questions as Tatiana. He was alone when he finally woke up, seeing no one home as he sat in his sweats watching tv in their small rental, trying not to think about it until 11am when the front door flew open. "There's my Tatiana," exclaimed his father. "Hope you're as excited as we are. It's a big day." "You know I'm not, dad," said Sebe, seeing his mother's arms filled with bags. "And please don't call me Tatiana at home." "Don't you make her more nervous than she needs to be," said Yelena, softly smacking her husband's arm. "But I did tell him he needs to do that honey. We all do, as remember he almost slipped up last night and that we can't have today." "But I didn't! I was drinking a little and I did catch myself, but mom's right," said Sergei, grinning and teasing him. "I always wanted a daughter anyway." "Ok enough, you two," said Yelena, smirking. "Go sit down honey at my vanity, so we can get started this morning on that little wish of your fathers. We're not starting from scratch like yesterday, but it's not going to take two seconds either. I need to start your hair." Sebe walked into her bedroom, sitting down at a chair at her vanity as his mother walked into the bathroom and came out with a few canisters, placing them down before she began feverishly brushing through his bed head. He had slept with his wet hair in a pony, so it didn't dry that frizzy, but was still a little knotty as she dampened it with a fragrant gel and then combined through it everywhere. She plugged in three different curling tools, arranging them to her liking and then handed him a canister filled with all different types of clips and pins. He had had his hair done yesterday, but now he was watching her every move as he could see her working from behind as he stared into in her lighted mirror. "What am I supposed to do with these?" Looking down seeing the mix of few hundred different types of pins. "Just hand me the bobbi's or long silver ones when I ask," replied his mother as she began sectioning. "I saw a hairdo in Cosmo that I really love for you that should go perfectly with your outfit. Once I get the sections where I want them, I'll pin them in place to set while I do your face and get you dressed and then we'll finish it." From behind each ear, his mother now combed all his hair forward onto his face and then began sectioning at the back of his head. Through his damp locks that now sat on his face, he could still get a good view of everything as she lifted a large aerosol can from the vanity. She then quickly stretched the first small section near the nape of his neck, saturating it in hairspray and lifted her spiral iron from the vanity, winding it up. He had had some curls from his set yesterday, but it was extremely nauseating to see them actually being baked in and even weirder to see the coil hang from his neck once she unwound it. It was a fairly quick process as the barrel wasn't really in there too long before she requested the first bobbi pin, and then his springy swirl left his line of sight as she flattened it with her fingers before she secured it against his scalp criss-crossing two bobbi pins. A good two dozen curls had now been spun and pinned, filling the back before she turned her attention to his crown area handing him a second container. "Hand me these too when I tell you," said his mother as he was handed a second container filled with large wire curlers. "These big ones," sighed Sebe, a bit confused yet curious as his mother stretched the back most section in the middle of the top of his head straight upwards. It was much thicker and wider than the smaller sections she just curled, as she coated it heavily in hairspray and then it was such an odd sensation and sight as his mother started raking downward rapidly with her comb at the root, separating a bit until his hair appeared so much fuller. When she finished, she lifted the iron with the fat thick barrel from her vanity, this time turning back his hair horizontally, first from the section closest to his head and then moving upward, creating this high thick huge roll. "Ok now hand me one of the big ones honey, and a few of the silver pins," said Yelena as she reached down taking the roller. It was nothing like the smaller curlers he had had on his head yesterday, as she again stretched the section she just curled, backwards. When she inserted a few pins to hold it in place, it was amazing how big this looked atop his head. He really had no clue of exactly what she was doing except by the time the fourth huge roller was down the middle of his head, his vision was completely clear. She repeated with the big rollers down each side and then used a series of pins, clamping them to each other before really saturating his head with hairspray one last time. She took her hairdryer now, softly holding it over each section for just a few moments and then finally placed it down. When she finished inspecting her work, she moved all her hair tools and laid out all the makeup she'd be utilizing. "Ok, now let's cover that hair while we work, and I need to turn you towards me, sweetie," said Yelena, wrapping a silk kerchief over his rollers and tying it in the back Sebe. "Time to get beautiful!"! "You mean beautiful, like my grandma," joked Sebe as he got up and she turned his chair towards her away from the mirror. "Trust me, once you're all done up and dressed, no one will be mistaking you for a grandma," teased his mother, starting on his foundation. "You heard Mr. Gellmen last night." "Yup, I did," sulked Sebe, nodding, knowing she was right as she blended over and over contouring. There was really nothing to do but sit there as she glued on his lashes, lined his upper lid and worked ever so diligently on his eyes shadow. The soft brushing of his blush felt ever so soothing and all the tapping of her powder puff was wonderfully soft. She paid extra attention to his lips, lining them as precisely as she could with her pencil, and then painted on the color with a brush before finishing them with a top coat gloss. "That color is gorgeous on you," Yelena told him, telling him to get up. "Now stand and lift your arms, as I'm dying to see how the outfit I just bought is going to look on you. I know this part is no fun honey, but without a little pinch here and a tuck there, it wouldn't look right and might not even fit properly. Now you kind of know the drill already honey." Carefully his mother pulled his t-shirt over his head, making sure not to disturb his curlers and then lifted a black corset from one of her shopping bags. She wrapped it around his waist with his hands in the air, and then walked around behind securing all the little clasps. Within the first tug of the laces, he knew it was a bit stiffer than when he wore Tatiana's cincher and by the next few tugs, as he could feel the boning against his rib cage. When she had gotten to the bottom, he was happy it was over as he looked down seeing her stretch forward the attached flap. "Mom, this is a lot tighter than yesterday, and I could barely function in that. Wooahhh," yelped Sebe, moaning as she knelt, pushing up his testicles and pulling him back. "Easy mom. This is so embarrassing, and too weird you handling me like that. Couldn't you let me do that myself?" "I would if I thought you knew how honey, and a bit tighter will be fine. This one you won't be dancing around in," said his mother, pulling the attached flap between his legs and snapping the clasps as he was fully pulled in now. "Now breathe all the way in as far as you can, and hold it for me. Please, it's getting late now and your father's already pacing I'm sure." He knew she was right, begrudgingly nodding and sucking in his breath. He had already thought she was finished after she had gone all the way from top to bottom, noticing a small metallic hook in her hand that she dug into the first lace and then the next few. "Eeeewwww! Holy crap mom. You're going to break my ribs," squawked Sebe. "Haven't you pinched enough?" "I thought I heard a scream. How's everything going in here?" said Sergei, poking his head in the door. "We have to leave in about thirty minutes. You'll both be ready, right! We can't be late!" "We will if you leave us to finish up, ok my love," said Yelena, giving him a look. "Your precious daughter can be a little sensitive, but she's learning about the price of beauty and of course doing wonderfully, right honey?" "Yes mom," Sebe answered as his mother wasted no time pulling the next section of laces with her hook. "Sorry," said Sergei, pulling the door closed. "Don't let me interrupt. You two finish up. Sensitive is good, right?" "Of course it is. See you in a bit dear," said Yelena, pulling at the middle of the laces now, cinching as much as possible around his naval as the door closed shut. "Now all the way in and hold it without any babble this time please." There was nothing more he could say,as quickly she trimmed and tied off the laces. It was hard to believe that he could actually be cinched more than yesterday, but he was and then he stepped into his sheer black hose. Once she snugged them, snapping the control top over the bottom of the corset, she removed some large breast forms from their packaging, and removed the back adhesive. She pressed them to the outside of his little flesh, and then pressed hard as almost instantly they adhered. From her bag, a thin black bra followed as she looped his arms through it and then let it hang open in front. She then pressed all his chest tissue inward, forcing the breast forms towards each other, and linked the clear plastic clip which held them to each other. When she wrapped the bra over them now, closing the frontal clasp, suddenly he now had two nice sized mounds, giving him a much bustier figure than yesterday. What he didn't expect was her rubbing something creamy between his breast tissue that added an instant shine before taking a short brush, highlighting the curvature between his cleavage with some makeup. She then took her sponge, blending the arc shape and added a lighter shade as she quickly created some illustrious definition and shadow with the darker skin tones. It tickled a bit as she patted and blended, before finally adding some translucent powder as it was hard not to look down, amazed at how much his boobs stood out now. "Stop staring at your boobs and sit with your ankles crossed for now. We're in good shape and we've got twenty minutes to finish getting you ready," said his mother, opening his right hand on a little fold out table and plugging in the nail dryer. "Once your second hand is under the dryer, I'll change and then be back to finish your hair and dress you." As much as he heard her, it was still tough not to keep looking, as he could barely even believe his eyes, looking down, staring at his chest. They seemed so much bigger than yesterday he thought to himself, but he really wasn't that certain as he thought maybe the bra and certainly all the makeup made them look so different. At a minimum he knew he'd be kind of busty and there must be a meaning to her madness, as his mother paid him no mind as she stroked painting his nails. Once she clear coated his new polish color, she ran inside to change. Within five minutes, she was back looking sexier than he could ever remember, in a skimpy blue satin dress as her hair sat perfectly flat ironed from a deep side part. She had always had a perfect body, being a performer and he was used to her all made up for the show. There was no doubt she looked incredible for her age, only now she looked nothing like his mother the acrobat, instead more like a girl from a rock video. "Dad knows you're going in that?" asked Sebe as his jaw dropped, seeing his mother. "Yup, he was with me when I picked it," said his mother, enjoying the backhanded compliment as she took off his kerchief, checking his curlers. "You heard them last night. We've got an image to portray, and trust me he'd send me in half naked if it sold them on us." "And probably me too," said Sebe, giggling as he took his hands from the dryer and folded away the table. "No comment," laughed Yelena as she began taking out pin after pin. "But he did help pick yours too, just so you know." "I'm really nervous, mom," confessed Sebe, feeling his curls bounce off his shoulders. "Not that I wasn't last night, but I knew the routine and I knew I had to focus even more on Tosha. Plus I knew that no one would be talking to me, and it all happened so fast." "I know sweetie, but trust me you'll be fine," said Yelena, taking out the rollers now. "You made it through dinner without a problem so today should be no different. Just be yourself and you'll be fine." "You mean myself, except as a girl," replied Sebe as she finished taking out the rollers. "Exactly," said Yelena, lifting his chin and smiling at him as she patted the top of his hair. "Now close your eyes for me until I tell you to open them, because it's about to get really hot and sticky for a few minutes while I tease a bit ok?" He nodded, softly looking up, seeing the rat tailed comb and a wide toothed brush in one hand and her shaking her big silver aerosol can in the other. Even with his eyes closed, he kind of had an idea of what was happening as she backcombed and teased the entire top of his head. It was his first forte into bigger hair, as he could sense it being elevated as she stretched and felt the heat from the big curling iron follow every time he heard her put down her aerosol can. When she tilted his face downward a few times it was impossible not to breathe in all the fumes of the persistent never ending hairspray. He was dying to reach up and feel what the hell his head could be like when finally she worked on the back, but knew that was probably a bad idea. He poked his eyes open, unable to see a thing of his hairdo in his peripheral vision, as she separated and brushed through each small sectioned curl from behind his head. Finally when she finished, she circled him, lifting and spraying in the back and then circled again, covering his eyes coating his head on last time. "Let's hope nobody lights a match near you," teased his mother as she nudged his head forward. "Chin in and look down, honey. Your hair looks sensational and we're just about done." As he looked down towards his boobs, he felt something stiff slide past his forehead as it dug through his scalp and stopped just past his ears. With the point of her rat-tailed comb, his mother gingerly picked at a few sections and then used her fingers from behind, patting and touching his hair. A few more quick spurts of some hairspray finished it now and then she pushed it down, satisfied, before tapping his shoulder to stand. He swallowed, knowing it was just about time to get dressed as he stood and she lifted his left arm. He could feel the knots in his stomach as she slipped his left arm into a silky blouse and wrapped it across his chest before sliding in the right. From behind she buttoned it up and quickly he could see how tapered it was, instantly showing off his curves. Next she took a skirt from her bag as he stepped into it, sensing the cool material on his thin stockinged legs as it rode up his body. It was nothing like he'd been in before, hugging him tightly as she snugged it over his hips and then snapped the double clasps closed from behind. When she zipped the back, it was pretty apparent why he was cinched to the max, as it was pretty unforgiving but it all got much scarier when he saw her place his new shoes by his feet on the floor. "Mom!" stuttered Sebe. "I..." "You'll be fine. You'll be mostly sitting in an office and there won't be that much walking anyway," said Yelena, kneeling on one knee and lifting his right foot. "We didn't go this far for you to not look your best honey. You should know better than anyone that men love seeing girls in sexy shoes, right?" "I guess so," admitted Sebe reluctantly as there was no argument he could make as she elevated his ankle and buckled the strap. "But shoes I expected on my date I was supposed to go out with. Not on me!" By the second shoe though, he really did need to hold her shoulder as the angle was substantially more dramatic than either of his shoes from yesterday, as he was moments from being that girl he loved to gawk at, except now that was him. He took a deep breath when she got to her feet, as it took only another minute to add his jewelry and dowse him in perfume. "Practice walking around slowly while I get our purses and then collect your father," said his mother, softly rubbing his shoulder before heading out of the room. "Meet you by the door, ok?" He had to admit he was dying to see how this had all come together, taking small concise steps as this seemed so bizarre walking in these big heels. After five steps he was far enough away from the vanity to see his full image as he turned, somewhat stunned by his image. He was no longer the pretty perky circus girl in her sparkly costume, instead now staring back at him was a curvy young tigress looking like he was out on the prowl. His parents had left nothing to the imagination to make sure today's audience knew he was the big cat's charmer, whose allure would be play well in sin city, as they dressed him like the provocative sex kitten they hoped the partners wanted to see. Sebe had grown up snuggling against tiger stripes, but instead of petting them he now donned them as he was dressed in a tight silk orangey-red and black, tiger patterned blouse. The shiny silk blouse had a high rounded neckline, but open oval slits exposing the outside of his shoulders and three quarter sleeves. What really stood out though was the large round keyhole slit at the middle of his chest, exposing his mother's well-formed creations, as he now appeared to have considerable cleavage and decent sized firm curvy mounds. He almost couldn't look past his busty appearance, but as distracting as it seemed, it was just one of many. Just as apparent were how thin his waist appeared from the corset's intense constriction, and how long his stockinged legs looked in the micro-mini shirt. How short it was he really didn't know, but what he did know was that the tight black leather skirt hugged his ass like a glove, barely making it mid-thigh, as it firmly restricted each step, certainly ensuring they'd be small. His pointy shoes wouldn't make any of this any easier as well, as the ankle straps of his black, thin five inch stiletto pumps pinched his toes and dramatically elevated heels. Instead, the shoes only amplified the sexy persona of his now more curvy shape, as he stood almost astonished at what was a sexy shape reflected back at him. He stepped closer to the mirror now, leaning downward and focusing on his amazing makeup and high voltage hair. He had always reveled in seeing girls with cat-like eyes, and now their allure was his own, as his mother had ever so thinly coated the inner water line of his eyes and also extended his upper lids with a thick winged black liner above huge feathered upper lashes. There was no liner on the bottom outer line, instead just the lashes appeared so full and perfectly separated in only jet black mascara. A noticeable paleness had been added from the bridge of his nose, spanning outwards past the inner crease of his eyes both below and above his pupil. Across each outer lid, blended shadows formed a fierce smoky eye pattern of rust into total darkness as she had certainly made sure he had eyes that would look through you. The paleness of his base powder foundation also faded beneath ivory type blusher shine above his rustic rouge colored cheekbones and the glare from his lips was unmistakable. A tiger tangerine orange lip stain colored them perfectly inside a sweetheart slightly over-lined shape, and they endlessly gleamed beneath a ultra-shine sparkling overcoat. His claw like high gloss stiletto nails were just a shade or two brighter than his lips, except for the ring finger nail on each hand which had been painted in midnight black. Even harder to believe than his radiant cosmetic appearance was how she had completely restyled his hair into that of an almost fierce mane like hairdo. In front, a narrow headband pulled his hair back firmly in a tight slick style against his scalp for about three inches from ear to ear, before it exploded into the high mane of big poufy hair. The shiny thin headband perfectly matched his blouse, with little tiger stripes, and on each side was decorated with small velvet black cat shaped ears. He had seen some female singers with headbands like this, but never expected to be in anything like this himself, as his mother used the precious kitty band it to frame his face and somewhat tame his stunning hairstyle. He reached up, pressing on the rolled teased style near his crown, amazed at how it popped right back up into place. He could hardly believe how extravagant she had made his hair, as the turned back into a thick helmet style, looking almost like it would pop off the head band at any moment. Amazingly though, it barely flinched even when he moved his head, instead standing tall a good four or five inches upwards before perfectly transitioning into the mass of big thick curls that had been thickly stacked in layers at the back of his head and flowed down past his neck. He was accessorized in silver, as from his ears hung large thin silver hoops, and across his right wrist were two thick, silver cuff-like bangles. It seemed in every way possible, they had tied in his link to Tosha, as around his waist was a three tiered chain link belt matching the chain like bracelet on his left wrist, and even more telling was the thin leather choker around his neck with a single silver hoop in front, almost resembling collar. "Not too shabby, right?" said Yelena, as she came in interrupting handing him his pocketbook. "I don't think they'll use that frumpy term today." "Mom, holy shit," whined Sebe. "I look more like ...." "Like you are absolutely going to wow them, yes," said his father as his eyes were almost bugging out of his head, thrilled. "Like a star, Tatiana. Now we mustn't be late ladies!" Sebe couldn't believe he was about to leave the house and even worse was the fact his parents dressed him this way. His aunts both looked just as stunning as his mother did, in skimpy tight matching dresses with their hair and makeup done to the nines but there was no doubt he kind of stood out. He was never more nervous in his life as they rode to the meeting, barely uttering a sound as his father lectured and coached the answers he expected all the way there. When they pulled up, it was the typical large reflective glass office building he had seen many times, but growing up in the circus business he had never been in one before. Across the long landscaped windy parking lot they walked, as his entire focus was on not falling in his shoes as he stared down at each step. "Dad, please slow down," moaned Seb,e as he was falling well behind until his mother tapped her husband and they stopped. "I can't go that fast." "Sorry honey," said Yelena, looping her arm with his. "You know your dad hurries when he's got a lot on his mind, and I almost forgot you're new to shoes like these. We'll walk together until we get in there." It was much easier walking with his mother until they broke apart, stepping to the sidewalk near the entrance. Immediately as they turned the corner towards the entrance, he could see the guys outside hanging out smoking, focus their eyes on him up checking him out as they watched him approach. He had done it so many times himself to women, never really caring about how uncomfortable it actually felt, but the way he was dressed he knew if he was in their shoes he'd be doing the same thing. "Nice," whispered one of the guys to his buddies, classlessly blowing smoke towards Sebe as he strolled by. "Meooowwww," purred a second, as thankfully he took his turn pushing through the revolving glass door and they were inside. His mother smirked without saying a word, giving Sebe a look, nodding as they stood silently in the elevator. He took a deep breath when the door opened at the top floor and then sat as ladylike as he could in the short skirt in the lobby as their father checked them in. "Mind your posture, and keep them crossed please," said Yelena, as she handed him some magazines. "Here read these like any other young lady would to keep busy." Quickly he sat up straight and ceased to fidget. She discretely demonstrated how to keep his short skirt flat and swing his legs a little to one side and crossing them before plopping a magazine open on his lap. They seemed to be waiting forever though, as he had paged through his third fashion mag and second gossip rag until finally the receptionist called out. You could see the angst in his father's face as they were placed in a huge board room at one side of an oval oak table for five minutes, until finally the partner's all came in. "Welcome everyone! It's wonderful to see you again," said Mr. Gellmen, smiling. "These are my partners, Joshua Tanenbaum, Mitchel Bernstein, and our CEO Seth Schwartz." After the niceties were exchanged, it was mostly a pompous lecture about themselves and how successful they were until finally they finished flexing their muscles and boasting. They began peppering them with question after question as Sergei answered everything they asked for a good forty five minutes. They seemed satisfied with his answers, taking copious notes and Mr. Gellmen stood up. "So before we take the next step, I must clarify a few items that are non-negotiable that we must agree on," said Mr. Gellemen, looking at Sergei as he nodded to proceed. "First and foremost, you're contract will be for one year, with two one year options. Second, all costumes, props, sets, and designs will be our property, and you will work with our staff for creation, but in the end we will have the final say on all creations. You may be asked to undergo minor cosmetic procedures to enhance your stage appearance, and should you deny those requests it could be considered grounds for contract termination should we deem them necessary. And lastly but not least, no more trailers, cheap rentals or substandard housing. You will relocate with our assistance, both physically and financially, to a suitable Nevada home with ample space for the family and animals. You will reside within thirty minutes of the show during the duration of the contract, and for a period of at least 90 days prior to its opening day for mandatory training, choreography, and show reengineering." "In a nut shell, we'd be re-doing everything to be bigger and better for a Vegas stage," said Mr. Schwartz, writing down a number on a sheet and sliding it towards Sergei. "And here's some food for thought, as what we're thinking about for compensation for your family, plus housing and show expenses to be determined of course." "Well...," stuttered Sergei, as he almost choked, seeing the paper as it was much more than he thought as he was dying to negotiate. "No need to haggle further now please," said Mr. Schwartz, stopping him from speaking. "We've got so many more things we need to know, first and quite honestly the next few hours will help all of us decide if you'll be our selection. I'm sure my partner mentioned you were the last of our three finalists, correct." "He did," uttered Sergei nervously. "Ok, so we'll be having our breakout sessions now, so each partner can get to know each of you better," said Mr. Gellmen. "Then at the end we'll conclude back in this conference room." "My esteemed colleague has so much more decorum than I do," said Mr. Schwartz bluntly. "Consider these your one on one formal interviews. Sergei, I'll start with you, and you ladies please each see one of my partners. Tatiana, since you're the youngest and there's only four of us, we'll let you go last, so make yourself at home and we'll be back for you in about thirty minutes." They were broken off now with each partner who escorted them to each of their office's as Sebe sat staring out the window. These were some nervous times for his family as he knew everything was riding on their success, and from the look on his father's face, he knew he was overwhelmed by their offer and dying to sign it. From this point forward, it was like clockwork as they returned for him in thirty minutes and his first interview was with Mr. Gellmen. He was fairly comfortable with him, answering all of his questions and time passed quickly until he was rotated to the next. Mr. Tanenbaum was a bit tougher, and then Mr. Bernstein quizzed him even harder, but when he finished he thought it had gone well. Finally, he was brought back to the conference room as his father sat there alone, reading every line as he waited for his mother and aunts to be rotated. "Son, I hear you're doing really well," whispered his father. "Keep this up one more time and we'll be living the dream." "I'll try, dad," said Sebe before whispering in his ear. "But be careful, you just called me son." "Sorry, but regardless of what you're wearing, I'll always be proud of what you've done for our family as a son or a daughter," said Sergei, slapping himself in the forehead. "Get through this last interview, and once we sign we'll get you out of all this." "Tatiana, ready young lady?" said Mr. Schwartz as Sebe looked up, seeing his mother enter as he was about to trade places with her. "Of course, sir," replied Sebe as his mother softly squeezed his arm as they passed, giving him a nod of confidence as she walked by. "Please sit down and make yourself at home," said Mr. Schwartz as Sebe looked around at the impressive corner office. "Wow, this is amazing," said Sebe, realizing it was three times as large as the other offices. "Thank you, and so are you, Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz. "I watched that tape of your performance at least four times, and the way you handle that big cat is remarkable." "Thank you Mr. Schwartz. We've grown up together," said Sebe, smiling softly. "So what can I answer for you sir?" "Well you know I'm the director one of my partners, so let's start simple," said Mr. Schwartz. "Tell me Everything!" "Everything sir?" said Sebe, confused. "Yes, like how did you get so damn beautiful?" said Mr. Schwartz, leaning back in his chair. "I mean wow!" "Oh that's very flattering, sir," said Sebe. "My father says I look like my mother I guess?" "Well I must say all of the women in your family are quite striking, but that's not what I mean Tatiana! Or would it be better if I called you Sebastian?" said Mr. Schwartz, tossing a copy of a family picture on the desk in front of them, and then a picture of Sebe's driver's license next to it. "Didn't you expect if we were making a sizable investment we'd do our homework. That is you? Isn't it?" Sebe's eyes almost bugged out of his head, not sure whether to lie or fess up. He hesitated, shivering for a moment as Mr. Schwartz pulled back the photos holding them in the air. "Yee .. Yeahh.. Yes," said Sebe as his eyes watered up and he fought back the tears. "I'm sorry if I struck a nerve Tatiana, that appears may have been a painful one, but in my business I always leave no stone unturned," said Mr. Schwartz, leaning towards him. "I'm sorry sir," said Sebe, unable to fight them for a moment as one tumbled down his right cheek. "It's....It's..." "Please, please Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz, coming around wiping the tear and looking into his eyes as he held him gently by each shoulder. "Let's just take the emotion out of it and we'll move forward young lady. Ok?" "Thank you," said Sebe, sucking back in his mucus and gathering himself. "This has been pretty hard on me, but please Mr. Schwartz this opportunity means everything to my family. I'm sure even without me they'd put on an amazing show. You can sign them without me. Really all you need is them and Tosha anyway." "While I appreciate your humility, I'm not so sure about that? I already see how dedicated they are and obviously how much you've put into this as well," said Mr. Schwartz, shaking his head. "Just your talent training and handling with that cat is remarkably rare. I'd say just as rare as a biological male looking as striking as you do, as an aspiring young performer." "Wow, that's quite a compliment," said Sebe, holding his chest, surprised. "Honestly my mother has worked hard to help with my image. She's tried to give me a look the audience would enjoy. And if I'm being honest, one that you gentlemen would appreciate as well." "And she's done quite a job! We all know in our business, sexy sells," said Mr. Schwartz. "Yeah, I kind of found that out by getting thrown in the fire. I was used to being behind the scenes until recently," said Sebe, opening up. "I could only imagine how hard it must be, but certainly you made the right move coming out," said Mr. Schwartz. "If everything goes well and we do move forward, I will ensure you that we'll get you anything you need to complete your transition. A transgender woman as beautiful as you are should long for nothing in my opinion." "Oh, uummm.... Well how ahhh......," stuttered Sebe, knowing he had given him the wrong impression. "Maybe we could just focus on the interview and the busness ok? I'd rather not talk about that stuff ok?" "Of course, Tatiana, I know how sensitive that may be," said Mr. Schwartz. "My apologies for making you uncomfortable, but I had to address the issue. That you must understand my dear?" "I understand sir," said Sebe, feeling a little relief that his secret was out but seemingly had been accepted. "Good, because a young lady with your looks and talent, the proper training and our stylists working with you... I believe this act of yours will sell!" said Mr. Schwartz, standing up walking towards the window as he pressed a remote, slightly dimming the lights in the room. "Come! Look out there Tatiana. If things fall into place, all that could be yours. Your name in lights on a marque on the strip! Your show as a hot ticket. Obviously we won't be starting in the biggest venue but in time we could get there." "Wow," said Sebe meekly as he got up and stared out, realizing it was already early evening. He knew his father had dreamed of that all his life, and as darkness was setting in, you could really see the lights beginning to flash in the dusky sky. In the twilight, the floor to ceiling windows reflected his image as he gazed out, seemingly melding the background of the strip with that of his own feminine likeness, as he watched the longed legged girl in the short skirt he had become take a step towards it anxiously. He had already come to grips with the day's situation, but his sexy silhouette still somewhat boggled his mind. It was hard to ignore the image he portrayed, hearing nothing but the spikey heels clicking on the granite with every step, having little choice to observe his tight- skirted wiggle like he was in front of a twenty foot long translucent mirror as he sashayed towards the glass. When he reached it, he leaned his palms against it, looking down from the top floor office as he had never seen a view from an office like this before as just the tick of his nails reverberated before he paused from nervously tapping the glass. This was all too overwhelming for him to imagine they could be close to being able to perform in a venue like this, as his breath fogged up a small part of the window. He looked down, shyly contemplating everything Mr. Schwartz had said to him before being startled, feeling a hand outstretched on his back. "How does all that seem to you, Tatiana?" asked Mr. Schwartz, softly rubbing his back. "For a young aspiring woman like yourself It's a lot to take in I'm sure." "This is all a bit of a blur, honestly," said Sebe, licking his lips, seeing them glisten in the reflection as the fog dissipated. "Like something I could only dream of" "It doesn't have to be, Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz, softly squeezing his hand. "But that, young lady, is up to you." "How so Mr. Schwartz?" asked Sebe, all ears, turning and looking him right in the eyes. "Does that mean you're going to select us?" "Well not just yet Tatiana, but it's very close," said Mr. Schwartz, grinning as he walked away across the room. "So, last question." "Sure anything, sir," replied Sebe, getting excited as he turned away from the window towards Mr. Schwartz. "Good, because you are the key here, Tatiana. The last question is are you willing to do what it takes?" said Mr. Schwartz, as he unfolded a contract on his desk and tossed a pen down next to it. "And what I mean by that is, individually, to differentiate your family from your competitors. That the answer for me regarding whether or not to execute this agreement?" "Of course, sir," said Sebe, confidently. "I mean I follow my father's lead and basically he tells us what to do, but I'd do anything for them." "Ah, a daddy's girl?" said Mr. Schwartz, rubbing his chin as he came around the desk, towards him. "Well let's see if you can seal the deal for your family then." "Well hopefully I ca---," Sebe began to say as he turned and suddenly he found himself lip locked with Mr. Schwartz. He was stunned as the momentary kiss was nothing he expected, as his eyes bulged, seeing himself being kissed in the windows reflection, as his impulse was to pull away but his desire to win the contract stopped him. "Very tender. I like that in my performers, even if I could sense your nervousness," Grinned Mr. Schwartz as he pulled back, seeing the stunned look on Sebe's face. "Something tells me you'll perform well with it all on the line." "Mr. Schwartz, I ...I...," stuttered Sebe, feeling ill. "I think you got the wrong impression sir. I'm so sorry if I did but... but...." "No dear, you didn't do anything wrong, except come here looking like the prize catch we all hope for in show business," said Mr. Schwartz, before sitting down on the guest sofa crossing his legs, relaxing. "Take some pride in being something everyone wants to have, but in reality the average Joe just can't have of course, and that makes you want it more. But you see to get what you want, I need to get what I want as well, and I'm the type of businessman that wants to make sure his performers are hungry and will do whatever it takes. You just passed that test, not fleeing away like some immature little school girl." "I did?" Sebe felt his fingers tremble as he touched his lips. "Holy shit!" "Of course you did, but that was the practice exam and its time for the final. What I know so far is that you're cool under pressure.," said Mr. Schwartz, uncrossing his legs and unzipping his zipper just a few inches. "Now, once again let's see if you can seal the deal for your family. I'd say in my current state it won't take much more convincing to sign that contract. I'm just about there, and from what I've heard about young ladies going through the changes you obviously are, it's probably something you're constantly craving anyway." Sebe gasped with emotion as Mr. Schwartz sat back, spreading his legs and tossed a sofa pillow on the floor directly between them. He lit up a cigar now, puffing and awaiting Sebe as he stood there frozen, not believing what he was being asked to do. He couldn't fathom that he had somehow been put in this position, wishing he could jump out the window as he turned his back away from Mr. Schwartz as he gazed out at the lights. "All I crave is the opportunity for my family, Mr. Schwartz," shouted Sebe, staring down at his feet disgusted, as he could see him puffing his cigar in the window's reflection. "Nothing more." "That's too bad then, Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz, blowing out some rings of smoke. "I thought we had ourselves a wild tigress we'd all bank on. Never for a moment did I expect this timid little kitty, but I guess sadly I was mistaken. That's quite unfortunate, and this concludes our meeting. I do thank you for your time, Miss Tarcovic and wish you luck in your future endeavors. That will be all ." Being dismissed was a sense of relief, yet set his mind racing as he thought about all the sacrifices his parents had made for him now and how hard they worked to get to this point, as he let out a deep breath. The second he heard Mr. Schwartz's zipper slide back up, he felt a moment of rage race through his body as he spun around, angered that all their hard work had been diminished down to a guilty pleasure. "All our hard work and talent, and this is what you want to finish off the deal, you piece of shit?" shouted Sebe with a determined look on his face, pointing angrily at Mr. Schwartz. "If it's a wild tigress you want, then a wild tigress you'll get, but you damn well better sign that fucking deal without any bullshit the second I'm done." "Now that's the roar I've been looking for," said Mr. Schwartz, sitting up dropping his cigar in the ash tray, grinning as Sebe approached him. "And everything was already worked out earlier. You were there in the conference room, remember?" "Fine, then shut the fuck up and let's seal the deal," said Sebe, getting right in his face and grasping his hard on through his pants. "Make me roar any louder or try backing out and this tigress will sink in her fangs and bite that fucking thing right off! Do we understand each other?" "Oh... ye..ye.....yes!" squealed Mr. Schwartz, ever so softly, suddenly becoming submissive for the first time as Sebe squeezed hard on his penis, sending his eyes rolling back on his head. "Much better," said Sebe, grabbing his face firmly behind his neck with his other hand. "Now ssshhh. Cat got your tongue, or at least she will in a second?" Maybe it was his anger as Sebe had no idea what was coming over him as he jammed his tongue into his mouth and then fiercely kissed him. Sebe was controlling the action, swirling tongues just as he would have with one of his girlfriends, instead he was the one continuously yanking on someone's manhood instead of the other way around. When he finally broke the kiss, he then aggressively undid Mr. Schwartz's belt buckle and ripped down his zipper. He was like an animal, wasting no time grasping the sides of each of Mr. Schwartz's pants at each hip as he dug in his nails and yanked them away from his buttocks. "Whooooohhh.... Easy!" sighed Mr. Schwartz, recoiling like a wimp as Sebe's stiletto nails scratched down thighs as he suddenly found his pants around his ankles. "Holy shit Tatiana, those really are sharp!" "Who's the big pussy, now'? said Sebe, digging a few nails into his ball sack as he almost jumped from the couch. "You want me to stop." "No please," shivered Mr. Schwartz as suddenly Sebe engulfed him now. "Holy shit you're an animal!" He couldn't believe it himself that he was actually sucking a dick, as he bobbed up and down, controlling the entire pace. It wasn't even that tough he thought to himself, as Mr. Schwartz was rather small and not well endowed, moaning with every thrust as he lasted no more than a minute or two until Sebe felt the rush in his mouth. Relief filled his mind, it was over, yet he was grossed out by the taste, ready to spit out yet the moment he tried lifting up, Mr. Schwartz initiated the first little sense of male dominance, pushing down at the back of his head. His little prick produced way more juices than Sebe could have imagined, half choking him as most of it ran down his throat. Sebe reached back his arm, pushing away Mr. Schwartz's grip, freeing his mouth as he popped up his face, watching the overflow leaked down the shaft. He took a moment, leaning back, breathing heavily to catch his breath and then looked angrily in at Mr. Schwartz. "Now I held up my end of the bargain," said Sebe, furiously picking at the. "Now you better hold up yours." "As soon as my kitty cleans up all that spilled milk," said Mr. Schwartz, glancing down at his messy crotch. "Do a good job and the raise you gave me won't be the only one given today. After what I've seen here tonight, I'll be sweetening the pot a little even before I sign it." Sebe almost couldn't believe his ears as he lowered his face and began licking his shaft. This was no longer the heat of the moment, instead it was completely repulsive as he tasted the sweat from his balls and felt like he was flossing with pubes. After licking him clean, he sat back wiping his face with the back of his hand and then stood to his feet, staring as his lipstick smeare