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Manufacturing a Partnership Part Two By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Maryann opened the rear passenger door of his fancy Mercedes Benz S-class coupe and loaded all the hard copies of the presentations into Blake's attach? case. When she closed the door. they were off to the meeting of their lives. as Blake sat oddly in the passenger seat. used to being the driver. You could cut the air with a knife as the tension became stronger as they drove ten minutes without saying much to each other on the way. "You ok?" said Greg as he pulled into the lot. "I think you look fantastic, and you're going to kick ass, dude." "Kick ass, dude?" laughed Blake as his stupid comment broke the tension. "That's the best you got today?" "Of course not, Miss Hunter?" winked Greg, getting out of the car. "But I figured you needed some loosening up." They walked inside now as Blake followed behind Greg, trying not to piss his panties as they walked inside the elaborate office building. Inside, the receptionist lead them through a long corridor and then opened the door to a large formal conference room as they looked up, seeing a large Asian group awaiting them. It was sixteen men and women versus the two of them as it at first felt like they'd been led to the lion's den, and they were certainly the prey. Just the cordial introductions were enough to send a quiver through even the calmest businessman's body, let alone one in heels. After an awkward few moments though, Greg took over as the pitch man, standing and presenting in front of the room. It was like they were dead, as his break the ice jokes fell on deaf ears, and there was almost no reaction during his entire spiel. For thirty minutes, the only voice heard in the room was Greg's, and then finally Mr. Wakamatsu held up his hand, interrupting his discourse. "Mr. Claiborne, one moment and please take a seat," said Mr. Wakamatsu, holding up his hand. "We appreciate your presentation and all that you offer, but honestly... we've learned nothing new today except that you know how to sell. Now before we adjourn, is there anything else we should know?" "Well...?" Greg was tongue tied and unsure, sitting at the table with all eyes on him now. "I thought..?" "Surely your lovely partner may have something to add?" asked Mr. Wakamatsu. "Please, Mrs. Claiborne," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, interrupting. "I'd like to her a woman's perspective please." "Well, thank you Mrs. Wakamatsu, but please allow me to point out it's still Miss Hunter for the moment, but I don't mind as when the time comes, I may keep my maiden name or at the very least hyphenate it," said Blake. "And really there is nothing I can add unless..." "Miss Hunter, you do understand this competition and award are strictly for married couples in business," said Mr. Wakamatsu, a bit annoyed and interrupting. "Remember we made a slight adjustment to the rules because we were impressed by your initial offering, but maybe we'll need to revoke the privilege based on today's underwhelming showing, and the lack of imagination so far on that...." "Mr. Wakamatsu, I'm sorry, but I must respectively interrupt you this time, sir," said Blake, standing as a collective sigh rang out as he stood. "Honey, I think that's a bad idea," said Greg, mortified, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him back to his chair. "No, please dear," said Blake, pushing his hand off him and standing up, walking over to the big screen and clicking back a few slides. "Mr. Wakamatsu, I have nothing but respect for the idea and the opportunity you've created for this offering, but that's exactly the point. You see our concept is all about partnership, collaboration and creativity, but today you didn't allow that. You made us and everyone else compete with the exact same script and guidelines, which took away all the imagination you say we were lacking. Thing is sir, based on that I agree, but that doesn't work for me and for Greg, and won't work for you in my opinion." "It's a proven analytical approach, Miss Hunter," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "Why so you could check off boxes and compare us with a scoring system?" Blake turned off the laptop and projector. "Now if you'll allow me to actually show you what you loved about our unique offering and unique relationship, then I believe the future business partnership between us will be blatantly apparent. If you don't, then I wish you good luck with whoever you choose, because I don't believe you'll be selecting something that you've been seeking all along." "A strong, still independent woman," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, smiling and looking over at her husband. "Finally after all the spineless princesses we've seen present! I've never changed my name even after a decade married, so let's see what you have, Miss Hunter. Impress us!" "That's certainly why I came today!" smiled Blake, winking at Greg and turning towards Mr. Wakamatsu and bowing his head respectively. "Sir, do I have your permission as well?" "I must say you peeked my interest, Miss Hunter," Grinned Mr. Wakamatsu, nodding and glancing at Greg. "You've got quite a unique young woman there, Mr. Claiborne!" "You have no idea how right you are sir," replied Greg. "Good, because I love being right, and I did hear an American saying that said behind every good man is a good woman," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "So let's see if that proves true. Please proceed, Miss Hunter." Blake clicked the projector back on and immediately took command of the room. In no time they were captivated by his ideas, and then he began engaging Greg to add to his pitch as it was like they had presented for years together. Back and forth they collaborated together and before long the room came to life. When they soon exceeded their time limit, Mr. Wakamatsu extended their invitation to continue, canceling the next presentation after them until it grew to almost five pm. "Ok, I've heard enough for today," said Mr. Wakamatsu, standing up as his watch chirped. "My wife and I have dinner reservations. Meeting adjourned, everyone." "Of course sir," nodded Greg, surprised by the interruption as everyone began instantly clearing out. "I appreciate everything and this was very productive." "The second part of the meeting was," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "Agreed," said Greg, seeing everyone leaving. "Just please let us know the next steps before everyone runs out of here?" "Next steps will be dinner," replied Mr. Wakamatsu, closing his leather portfolio. "I do remember us discussing that on our morning call. Did you already forget?" "Of course not, sir," replied Greg, surprised. "Just let us know when and we'll be there?" "Right now, Mr. Claiborne," smiled Mr. Wakamatsu, looking at his wife. "Now would you and your fianc?e like to join my wife and I for dinner?" "It would be our pleasure," said Blake, patting Greg. "Good, then follow us to the elevator and I hope both of you are hungry," said Mr. Wakamatsu as they exited the conference room. As they followed the Wakamatsu's from the room, they both looked at each other, wondering if they had won or was this an even further test, as they followed from behind. Either way it was a positive step as Greg tapped Blake's right elbow with his left hand and then leaned in, whispering into his ear. "Switch your briefcase to the other side honey," said Greg softly. "Ok but..." Blake switched hands and then realized Greg's point. "Oh?" Not another word was said as they both looked ahead, seeing the Wakamatsu's walking, holding hands and then grasped hands together, following suit. The long walk in the big hotel almost seemed endless as they held hands uncomfortably like the couple they were portraying, as they followed until finally they were seated at their table. It was completely nerve racking as they sat across from each other, now trying to awkwardly connect until finally the waiter arrived with a rounds of drinks. "Ah my usual," said Mr. Wakamatsu, lifting his drink. "To a wonderful partnership, sir," said Greg, lifting his glass. "No business at dinner, Mr. Claiborne please?" said Mr. Wakamatsu, clinking glasses. "Agreed?" "Agreed," nodded Greg. "Thank you, husband," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, softly patting her husband and leaning in kissing his cheek. "Now let's get to know this lovely couple." "She's the boss," joked Mr. Wakamatsu, again clinking his glass with Greg's as they downed another shot. It was still somewhat of an interview though, as Mr. Wakamatsu casually asked some questions about their backgrounds as Greg took him through the history of the family business that he inherited and then they shared some appetizers. They drank and told old war stories about their businesses as a smorgasbord of steaks and seafood arrived. It was another thirty minutes of boring banter until finally Mrs. Wakamatsu was bored after her salmon, interrupting her husband and Greg's domination of the conversation. "Ok enough about companies and let's hear something interesting?" said Mrs. Wakamatsu, looking back and forth at them. "I'm finding something so different about the way you two look at each other. Something possibly fascinating? So how did you two meet?" "Oh, in college," said Blake, flicking his wrist. "This wild fella loved to sneak into the Sorority house, and let's just say that's kind of how all this started." "No kidding?" said Mrs. Wakamatsu, grinning at Greg. "Now I can see that little sneakiness in him, but really that's a trait of every salesman. So you've peaked my interest, let's hear it?" "Oh I didn't sneak up on her," joked Greg. "We were friends back then, and really she was the girl that helped us get the girls." "Oh, so you dated her friends and then finally got the big prize," laughed Mrs. Wakamatsu. "Well, that's how it started for us," teased Mr. Wakamatsu. "Yes, finally the big prize," joked Mrs. Wakamatsu, leaning in, kissing her husband's cheek. "I love the big fish I hooked, but look at her? She's quite the catch." "That's certainly nice of you to say, but let's just say I wasn't what I am now back then," laughed Blake as Mrs. Wakamatsu wiped her lipstick from her husband's cheek. "I've never been the type that just wakes up looking like this?" "She's just very modest," said Greg, leaning over and placing his arm around Blake, squeezing his shoulder for a minute, following suit. "She's brilliant and beautiful." "Yes, she is!" said Mrs. Wakamatsu. "So how did he propose? Tell me, is he the romantic type? I hope I'm not getting too personal, but I'm so curious?" "Forgive her?" said Mr. Wakamatsu. "She just loves her American romance novels, and thinks every American lives them." "Oh please! Don't we all?" said Blake, flicking his wrist and looking at Greg. "I'm sure I'm embarrassing him now, but really my honey is a hopeless romantic, and I won't have it any other way." "Really?" smiled Mrs. Wakamatsu, leaning towards them so curiously. "I can't wait to hear this!" "Well, we were on a much needed Hawaiian vacation and I was really stressed with everything in our lives. He was so sweet on his trip, more than ever he was spoiling me from the moment we arrived and when I woke up that first day he surprised me with a day at the spa. A nice seaweed warp, a deep warm massage, my nails completely done over and then next thing I know I'm walking out feeling like a million dollars. Perfect makeup, a head full of flowing beach waves and in the most beautiful dress he overwhelmed me with," said Blake, acting a bit choked up. "Oh and of course he made sure to include these spikey sandals, because he knows what a shoe fanatic I am!" "Well?" smiled Greg, amazed at the story. "You couldn't leave those out. She does love her sexy shoes." "See how sweet he is?" teased Blake, playfully slapping him softly on the arm. "Anyway, I felt like a princess! So then I walked into the restaurant where we were meeting for dinner and there he is sitting under the candle light, looking so so handsome with his shirt half buttoned. As I get closer I see him surrounded by men in grass skirts with champagne, chocolate and flowers and then I stopped dead in my tracks a few feet from the table, seeing him get down on one knee and the ring in his hand." "Oh my gawd! I can see the passion in you two," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, holding her heart. "What a lucky girl you are?" "That I am! I still shake when I think about it!" smiled Blake, kissing Greg's cheek. "Every girl should be so lucky." "Come on, let the boys talk business," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, getting up. "I saw a few dresses in the boutique window that I loved and sounds like we've got similar taste in shoes." "Oh sure," said Blake, standing up and winking at Greg. "I'll never say no to some shopping." "Good, because my husband loves his after dinner drinks and cigars," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, touching her husband's back softly. "Now you boys play nice and we're going to find a few nice dresses for later, so we can go up to the club so you can take us dancing." "Dancing?" said Blake, startled. "Sure, we're staying here at the four seasons, so I thought we'd make a night of it," smiled Mrs. Wakamatsu. "Unless you had other plans later?" "No, sounds wonderful," said Blake, looking over at Greg. "I ahhhh... love dancing and sure, let's make a night of it." "Good, then I'll have the concierge provide you with a room on our floor," said Mr. Wakamatsu, snapping his fingers as the waiter came over. "Yes sir," said the waiter. "Please ask the hotel to allocate Mr. Claiborne with the extra suite in my block," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "We don't want them driving after everything we're consuming and will be consuming." "Mr. Wakamatsu, while I appreciate that, I couldn't allow you to pay for something like that," said Greg, handing the waiter his credit card. "This evening is my treat." "That's very honorable, Mr. Claiborne and as you wish with regards to the evening," said Mr. Wakamatsu, almost sizing him up and looking at the waiter. "I'll allow and appreciate your treat for dinner and the evening, but the suite is already paid for. Please use it as my guest, then." "I'll just use your card for dinner and incidentals then on the room, Mr. Claiborne," said the waiter. "Is that ok, sir?" "Perfect, and open a tab for us at the club and cigar bar," said Greg. "The night is young and we look forward to an eventful evening." "As you wish Mr. Claiborne," said the waiter, nodding and walking away. "Well then you fellas enjoy your cocktails and try not to talk business every second," teased Mrs. Wakamatsu as she leaned down and deeply kissed her husband. "See you in a few hours gentlemen, and rest up having your cigars, because when we get back don't expect us to be in these frumpy business suits. I noticed a few things in that boutique window that should ignite those Hawaiian memories and then we'll see if you two have the passion we're looking for in business partners." "Sounds like a plan," said Blake, following suit, closing his head, dipping down his head and slightly making contact with Greg's lips for a second. "Try not to miss me too much, honey." "That'll be a tough one," smiled Greg, as Blake wiped the lipstick from the edge of Blake's mouth awkwardly grinning. "I bet it will," winked Blake, following Mrs. Wakamatsu from the restaurant. Downstairs they went arm and arm laughing with a slight buzz on like giddy girlfriends instead of just business associates, as they hurried into the posh hotel boutique, rummaging through the lavish dresses. They took turns holding things up against each other and then trying things on as they made selections for each other instead of themselves. With each option they debated the selections, giggling until finally they were angering the women running the boutique with their silliness and then Mrs. Wakamatsu became serious. "Pick out some lingerie that'll work under the silver Ralph Lauren dress for my friend, and do the same for me with the red Donna Karen dress," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, spouting out directions and handing over her room key. "Put them in my room and send everything with the shoes over to the salon. We'll be getting our hair and nails done." "We are?" said Blake, taken a back. "And I couldn't let you pay Mrs. Wakamatsu." "Oh you're not, darling, and please call me Mae," said Mrs. Wakamatsu, softly patting his wrist. "My husband will be and you've already paid for dinner and the evening will be expensive, so it's the least I can do. Ordinarily he would decline allowing you to pay for anything, feeling it would be awkward if you didn't win, but you should feel good that things have a changed a little." "What's changed Mae, and please call me Blake as well?" asked Blake, getting excited. "Are you trying to tell me something?" "I shouldn't tell you ,but what's changed from the meeting this afternoon to dinner is that you've moved up from third to at least second," said Mrs. Wakamatsu. "I like you Blake, so hopefully your fianc?e doesn't screw up alone with my husband and the night is still young, so for your sake let's see if you'll be just as charming later this evening in that silver dress." "Hair and nails are on me," hugged Blake, getting excited before stepping back and looking into Mae's, holding her hand. "I really like you too, and just you confiding in me even for a minute means the world to me." "Thank you and I accept," nodded Mae, pulling Blake by the hand. "Now let's go because we're already five minutes late, and I had to really pull a favor just to get us in." "Ok then?" replied Blake as they scurried through the lobby down to the salon. Quickly in they went as Mae dragged him to the receptionist and he looked around, realizing he was surrounded by many affluent women, suddenly thrust into acting as one of them. "Good evening. I have two appointments under Wakamatsu," said Mae. "I was told we'd be squeezed in by the hotel manager." "Wonderful to see you, Mrs. Wakamatsu," said the receptionist, reading the notes. "Our hotel manager has had Yolanda's calendar cleared to assist you and Mrs. Claiborne. I was also sent a key to give you for your suite Mrs. Claiborne, and follow me ladies." "We appreciate that," said Mae, winking at Blake. "How wonderful, and thank you," said Blake, putting the key in his pocketbook as they followed. "These will be your personal changing rooms, and inside are your complimentary robes," said the receptionist. "Once your outfits arrive from the boutique, we will have them placed in each of your rooms so you can change before you leave, and once you're comfortable we'll send your business attire up to your suites." "That perfect," said Mae. "Fabulous ladies," said the receptionist. "Enjoy your experience here today, and Yolanda is expecting you at the two chairs near the left rear of the salon once you've gotten into your robes." Inside they each went, changing into their soft terry cloth hotel embroidered robes as Blake nervously hung up his blouse and suit. It was so soft and comfortable though as he looped the belt before stepping into the flip flops and then waited, until he heard her door click open before stepping out as they emerged together. It was exciting yet anxious about to be made over for the second time in a day, yet he was now just another woman getting her hair done instead of the closeted dresser that was transformed earlier. "Ladies, please take a seat and once we get your hair washed out, then your manicurists will join us," said a woman, holding out her hands, pointing to two side by side chair as they walked over. "I'm Yolanda our head stylist, and what a pleasure to see you today." "Thank you for working us in, Yolanda," said Mae as Yolanda wrapped her cape over Mae's expensive suit. "That sounds wonderful." "It's no trouble?" said Yolanda, now jumping over to Blake, wrapping on his cape and then pulling out the fancy clip behind his head and playing with his hair. "So what are we thinking here today ladies?" "Well we just bought some gorgeous dresses at the boutique, and we'll be going dancing upstairs with our gentlemen once we leave here," said Mae. "So think of something fabulous, please!" "How nice," smiled Yolanda. "So then you want something that'll knock their socks off!" "Yes, something different would be nice for a change. I love being a little adventurous when I get to the states," said Mae, stroking her long straight black hair. "What are trendiest American styles that we both could pull off?" "Oh, I like how you think Mae! Bayalage and bobs are so hot right now out here. I'm also doing a lot of loose curls, dramatic waves, contour cuts and color splash," said Yolanda, playing with Blake's hair on his shoulders and sliding her nails through his long side bangs. "I'd love to see Blake looking more cosmopolitan, so with her skin tones maybe do a honey Bayalage and then I could do a slinky ruff or a silk if we move her part around. Those are hot trends for women around her age, and for you Mae, something really chic with your color lifted would look amazing, and if you're really feeling adventurous, then even add an element that would be asymmetrical." "That sounds exciting," said Mae, with her eyes perking up. "Let's do it! What do you say Mrs. Claiborne? You up for it?" "Maybe?" Gulped Blake, seeing Mae wink at him and watching Yolanda playing with his hair. "I'm not really a big city girl, and I'm not even sure what that is exactly? You're not talking about cutting that much, right?" "Not on you and style is universal, honey," smiled Yolanda, brushing his long bangs out of his eyes. "I can tell you just recently must have had a trim, but just trust me, your husband will be all over you once I'm done with you." "I'm actually not married just yet," replied Blake shyly. "All the more reason we spice it up a bit hon." Yolanda rested her hands on his shoulders. "Come on Blake! Let's get a little adventurous," coaxed Mae, lifting up her own hair, looking at herself. "I love being creative, and it's been a bit stale lately, so I'm game even if she isn't." "What the fuck!" said Blake, glancing over at Mae, tossing up his hands before covering his mouth. "Oh I'm so sorry. That was so unprofessional, and it just slipped." "Don't be," laughed Mae. "A good fucking is why we all spice it up to begin with, and if you're going to look as sexy as Yolanda thinks, then that's the idea. Isn't it?" "I guess so," smiled Blake. "Then let's get both of you washed out ladies," said Yolanda, leading them to the sinks. "I'm going to go get a look at your dresses, so I can envision both of your tastes and exactly what will work while our shampoo girls wash you both out." They sat now in chairs next to each other, leaning back with their heads into the sinks. Two women joined them, switching on the water and then it was a moment to relax as the suds filled their heads. When Yolanda returned, Blake would soon be her first victim as she soon sat up his chair. He followed her back to Yolanda's salon chair and then with his head wrapped in a towel and with a minute or two, Mae followed sitting next to him. "Blake you'll be first, but let's just get rid of the excess now on Mae, so we can have her back to be processed," said Yolanda walking behind Mae now. Blake sat with his head wrapped turban style in a towel, captivated, watching Yolanda comb through Mae's long wet hair, feeling so different than he did earlier as Maryann, Sara and April put him together. Now instead he'd been accepted as just another woman listening to her new friend babble with her hairdresser, and sat anxiously, curious to what he'd gotten himself into. It had been a long time since some peer pressure influenced anything in his life, yet he'd already gone too far down a road on this strange day that he couldn't turn back, now listening intently to Mae and Yolanda discuss her options. "So about right there will be our base, and then I'll get to all the sculpting and shaping once you're back," said Yolanda, holding her scissor in one hand and Mae's hair in a low pony in the other hand. "Ready?" "I've wanted to do something like this for a long time," replied Mae as Blake could see the tension in her eyes. "Do it before I change my mind." Just a little screech oozed from her lips as the shearing sound resonated as loud as a chainsaw in Blake's ears, as he felt his palms grow sweaty, almost like it was him. It was a relief as he watched Mae's nails slide through her much shorter, now shoulder length hair and then noticed a soft grin begin to appear on her face. "You ok?" said Yolanda, standing behind Mae, touching her wet hair. "I think I will be," said Mae, seeing her long pony tossed on the vanity. "Of course you will," said Yolanda, giving her shoulders a soft rub. "My assistant will do your base and I'll be over once I get your friend covered in foils." "Sounds good," said Mae, touching Blake's wrist as she hurried off. "This is so exciting." Mae hurried back to the sink area now as Yolanda unraveled the towel from his head and then got to work combing before inserting long silver pins, sectioning it. From the back and sides, she began snipping ever so slightly as she let down section after section. It really wasn't too worrisome, seeing just little strands slide down his cape and then once she let down the top, it seemed ok as it was much more of the same. Back in then went silver pin after pin as she spun and clipped his hair like she'd done this so many times. With just the very bottom sections hanging down, she slipped her hands inside some plastic gloves and then took a sheet of foil from her counter. He looked down, seeing her stretch a small section just behind his left ear and then suddenly she began painting it with a brush. When she closed the foil around his head, he now realized that some of the foreign language that confused him earlier had meant he had agreed to have his hair color treated, as the next foil went in. He watched the messy looking, yet meticulous process, wondering about the end result as slowly but surely his neckline became filled with the metallic paper. It was crazy to see how fast the layer of tin appeared, working their way towards the crown and then within twenty minutes, his head was completely covered in foils. "Ok, let's get you processing a little, and my nail tech will do the shaping while you sit under the lamps," said Yolanda, tapping his chair to get up. Bad enough he just had his nails done earlier in the day, yet he was already about to have them changed as he followed her to different room in the salon. The moment he sat, a rolling pole with a series of lamps was wheeled up just behind him and before he could even blink, it was positioned, surrounding his head. On went the lights as instantly he felt the heat as a nail lady sat taking his right hand. The first time he'd ever had his nails done earlier he had to admit was quite relaxing, but this would be quite a bit more nerve racking as she pulled on her mask. With his finger outstretched, she took a sharpie, drawing from the sides of each cuticle to the ends of each nail where the lines met at a point. She then folded his fingers, holding his thumb flat on the table and then Blake's eyes bulged as she switched on a motorized tool. He couldn't help but twitch, hearing the grinding as she held his finger tightly, seeing him tense up. "Easy," the nail tech ordered him through her mask as he looked down, seeing her grind away the side of his nail. Thinking the lines on his nails were an odd pattern for painting, he now realized he couldn't be more wrong, instead he quickly understood they were like lines on a sheet of plywood, and the grinder was like a jigsaw in her hand. A few passes back and forth were all it took as the acrylic was reshaped one finger at a time. He only painted his slightly overgrown nails in the bedroom in private for the thrill of it a few times, yet now these new tips were bonded like they'd been attached all his life. Before he knew it, it was incredible how they'd been reshaped, buffed and repainted as time flew as he almost forgot he had a head full of foils, and by now his hair would have a whole new appearance. Yolanda checked on him a few times while they did his toes, until finally she pronounced him ready to be washed out as he followed, minding his tacky new nails, heading back to the sink. In went his head and off went the foils, as they washed him out before bringing him back to Yolanda's chair in just the towel. The anticipation was actually killing him as he realized Mae was also somewhere else not to be found for the moment, as Yolanda appeared, unraveling his wet hair. She was so quiet and businesslike, now brushing through his damp hair as she stood between him and the mirror, working. Instantly he could see the lighter ends out of the corner of his eye as her big round brush pulled his length as the blow dryer started removing the dampness. Was she purposely working in his line of sight he wondered, dying for a good glimpse until finally she walked behind him and brushed the long lengths in front of his face. He could feel himself attempting to rise from his trapped position, more excited than ever in his life as he stared through the locks that covered his face. When her hair dryer switched off and she brushed the hair from his eyes back towards her behind him, he could barely contain his excitement when she parted his hair down the middle, clearing his vision. "It's pretty on you, right?" said Yolanda, brushing down each side. "I love working with virgin hair, and your hair has got such beautiful texture to it," "I can't believe it," said Blake, letting out a soft nervous smile as she blended his side bangs into the pin straight style, almost like they didn't exist. "Wow? It's not at all what I expected, but it's so so..." "Sexy on you... yes," smiled Yolanda, stretching a big triple barrel iron behind his head now and lifting a section. "But chill just a little please, as I'm not at all done." With her hairspray, she heavily coated a stretched section and then clicked open the iron. He sat seeing his now three colored straight hair from a precise middle part, already looking incredibly trendy. He watched two clamps open behind his head and it was nothing like the twenty dollar curling tool he had known from home, watching the huge iron clamp down. For fifteen seconds, his hair sizzled before she moved it to the next section as he sat pleasantly tortured by the odd bulky hair tool. When finally she came around in front, she started near the ends on the left, covering his eyes as she sprayed. With each hiss from the scolding iron, he felt himself growing more anxious for the result, yet almost couldn't believe he was almost finished. Eventually when both sides were to her liking, she brushed through his former side bangs again into his eyes and re-parted them right back down the middle. This odd hair in the eyes thing was quite annoying actually, until in came a single thick curling wand and then she curled the left side back, bending it away from his face. If it took ten seconds then that was a lot before she followed, doing the right and then with her fingers she picked through it, blending it into the long lengths, constantly spritzing each side with her pump spray. With the precision of a surgeon, she moved every little hair with her fingertip, seemingly curving and pushing them above his cheekbones until she seemed content. He was dying for her to move when she shook an aerosol spray, shielding his eyes now, dousing his head and then he felt completely choked up once she stepped out of the way. "It's gorgeous on you, right?" said Yolanda, proud of her work, holding the mirror behind his head. "So let me show you the back and then you can go change, ok?" "Oh my gawwwddd! Yolanda," sighed Blake, twisting his neck back and forth. "I can't even believe it's me." "Believe it honey, and you look amazing," said Yolanda, pulling the mirror away and fluffing his hair. "Now go ahead and get dressed. Then when you come back, sit down and I'll change up your makeup a touch for your hair and outfit." Blake's legs were like jello, shaking a bit as he stood from the salon chair and inched closer to the mirror, amazed at his new style. As he got to the dressing room, it was crazy to be stripping off his business suit, feeling his fingers trembling as he unwrapped the light grey bustier from its packaging. He was accustomed to the pleasures of slipping into lingerie, but grasping the little eyelet clasps behind his back with sharp nails proved a bit more challenging than he expected. A scratch or two on his own back would serve as calming little battle scars, as he had to keep his composure, snapping it at tightly as he could on the tightest rungs. When finally he secured the last hook, he grabbed the outer edges between his index and middle finger's knuckles, cautious of his nails, wiggling it up an inch or two on his rib cage, pushing up his flesh and surrounding his faux boobs in the strapless cups. Quickly now he took the tuck tape from his purse after wrapping his manhood in a few sheets of toilet paper and then hurriedly pushed everything back, securing the tape as he felt himself starting to get excited. He then stepped into the thin matching panty ever so carefully, straightening it over his tucked parts and then opened the package of hose. Like a pro, he rolled up the silky sheer silver tinted thigh highs before sliding them past his metallic toes and stretching them up his legs. When he released the elastic inches beneath his crotch, he rolled the stocking up the other leg and then clipped the garters to the bottom of his bustier. He had been in a garter belt many times in the privacy of his bedroom back home, but now he'd be stepping out into the salon with the sensual garments under his dress. He was actually thankful there was no mirror inside the small dressing room, as he fought the urge to touch himself once he clipped the garter's straps to his hose, feeling silkiness like he'd never known. Immediately he knew the difference between the high-end ultra-soft yet perfectly fitted intimate lingerie he was in now versus the cheap, on-line cheesy stuff he had normally enjoyed. Tiny delicate bows and interwoven lace accents only added to his delicate intimate appearance, as the softness soon turned to discomfort as he wiggled his feet into his tight shoes. He was fine all day in his pumps but now the pointy peeped toes designer stilettoes were much more narrow pinching in his toes. It also took him a minute to adjust the shoe's crossed glitter covered silver straps with double buckles at the inside of his ankles, as he struggled for a minute never having to do this before in such high heels. With a one inch platform and a five and one half inch pencil thin spikey heel, they were the sexiest shoes he could have imagined himself in, yet with their seductive appeal came an entirely new challenge. He needed to lean against the wall with his left palm just to step into his dress and then once inside it, he felt like he needed some fresh air. The entire experience was overwhelming as he reached back, struggling to pull up the zipper and a knock on the door shook any cobwebs from his head. "Blake, you almost ready hon," knocked Yolanda. "Mae's done, and my next appointment is waiting so I'd like to finish up your face, honey." "Sorry, be right out," replied Blake, quickly switching his earrings and slapping the metallic bracelets on his wrist. Out of the dressing room, he scurried now, hurrying as best he could in his skyscraper heels. He barely felt his feet on the floor before hopping back in her chair as she awaited him, instantly dropping a cape over his dress and wasting no time attacking him with her brushes. "Ok, eyes closed and let's pump up those gorgeous pupils," smiled Yolanda as he closed his eyes while she stroked under his brows. He could felt the wetness of the liquid liner thickening his upper liner and then soft stroking of his shadow being pumped up. Silvery pencils colored inside near his nose next and then again he closed his eyes after watching her dip a small brush into container of sparkling glitter. The big fluffy brushes whisking across the apple of his cheeks felt so soft as he popped open his eyes for a peek, only to notice her brush on some bronzer. When she finally finished defining his lips in a sweetheart shape and filling in the color, he could no longer contain his enthusiasm the moment he pulled off the cape. "So?" smiled Yolanda, stepping completely out of his way. "Not bad for a last second squeeze in appointment, right?" "I don't even know what to say," smiled Blake, standing up, scrunching his cheek and then squeezing in his lips. "I barely recognize myself, and I've never felt so.. so." "So sexy. right?" said Mae. surprising him as she walked in from behind. "Because that's how I feel!" "Mae! Wow!" said Blake as his jaw dropped. "You look unbelievable." "Thank you. I love it. and you look beautiful too!" smiled Mae. shifting her weight, admiring her look. "My husband is going to have a stroke." Gone was her classic long jet black middle parted straight hair that spanned half way down her back. Now replaced with bright red fringes that stopped just shy of her bare right collar bone. The left side parted, asymmetrical hairdo was long on the right side with the very end appearing almost dagger-like at its extreme point for a few inches, and then cut scaled up a few inches, growing shorter as it spanned towards her nape. On the shorter parted side, it was pulled behind her ear, and held back behind with a bright gold orchid hair clip with ruby stones, which further embellished the striking, uneven appearance. It was unmistakably a chic cut that would work perfectly with her one shoulder, red silk short dress, as the single embroidered shoulder strap was on the short side of her hair, and the long section hung near her bare shoulder. Her thin body looked more elegant in the backless dress, with seemingly all her vertebrae showing. The concave tight skirt hemmed less than half way to her knees, making her legs appear incredibly longer in five inch gold stiletto sandals. She was striking, with huge upper lashes above scarlet red lips and matching sharp stiletto nails, looking more exotic than business like now, as Blake couldn't take his eyes off her. Leaving the salon as women on the prowl for their men wasn't something ever even in Blake's wildest fantasies, but that's exactly what was about to happen as he approached Mae. "Well, maybe make sure his life insurance is paid up before he sees you, because his heart is about to skip a beat," smiled Blake, walking over and grasping her hand. "I know if I was him, mine would." "Thank you, and I think I'll always remember today, Blake," said Mae, hugging Blake. "No matter what happens with business, I'm so glad we met and I hope we could always be friends." "That means a lot to me, Mae," said Blake, hugging Mae again. "Me too!" "You know if my husband hates the way I look, then when my old bastard gets a look at you at least you'll be saving him a Viagra, and maybe at least make it through the night before buying some extensions tomorrow," teased Mae as they stepped back from their embrace. "I saw the way all the old farts perked up today once you got up to present, and now you look even more stunning!" "Oh please, they perked up after Greg bored them to sleep," said Blake, flicking his wrist. "But thank you, and trust me it won't be the first time I've stunned Greg." "Well then, let's get to it again," smiled Mae, gently bumping him with her hip. "I'm ready to hit that dance floor." In a way Blake was excited about being out dancing for the first time as a woman, thinking he could handle it and never had he felt so sexy in his life. He'd been accepted as a businesswoman, and now a casual girlfriend to Mae, as they scurried from the salon into the elevator. He loved the new image of himself, with multi toned ombre wavy hair, unable to stop touching the silkiness with his pointy glittery silver nails, amazed at how the ruffled hairdo seemed so baked in. Never had he even fantasized about looking so seductive in an expensive, skimpy, sparkly designer dress, loving the way it hugged his slinky body as he casually twisted, staring at his tight round ass. Just wiggling his shiny toes beneath the straps of his Jimmy Choo stilettos brought a smile to his face as he loved the glisten from his high glossed lips. When the elevator door opened and they strutted inside the cigar bar together, he'd never felt more alive in his life. Suddenly comfortable in the most uncomfortable shoes was something he was now relishing, as they stopped ten yards from the men, posing with hands on their hips, awaiting their reaction. "Aahhmmmm," murmured Blake, clearing his throat to get their attention. "So are those seats taken?" "Blake."Greg mumbled as the cigar fell from his lips, hitting the floor, as instantly his golden tongued partner was at a loss for words. "Hi!" said Blake, rather innocently folding his hands, hoping for a glimmer of approval. "Miss me?" "Holy," stuttered Greg. "So would any of you gentlemen mind buying a lady a drink?" teased Mae. "Mae?" said Mr. Wakamatsu, standing up. "Yes dear?" smiled Mae, twisting her neck. "Mae! What has she done to you?" Scolded Mr. Wakamatsu. "Nothing, dear?" smiled Mae. "Then what's come over you?" asked Mr. Wakamatsu, casually putting out his cigar. "Do you not like it?" said Mae, stroking her hair and twisting her neck. "I didn't say that, but normally something so dramatic we'd discuss," said Mr. Wakamatsu, standing up. "You've just taken me by surprise, and you know I don't like surprises." "I do, but you trust my judgment, right husband?" said Mae, putting her hands on her hips. "Of course, but I'd rather not have a discussion like this publicly," said Mr. Wakamatsu, looking annoyed. "You're right," said Mae, walking over and kissing her husband deeply. "But I normally don't kiss you like that publicly either, but sometimes things just feel right don't they?" "Oh Mae," said Mr. Wakamatsu, shaking his head a touch and looking over at Greg. "She's a firecracker my wife!" "At times, and not everything can be calculated or planned," smiled Mae. "Sometimes trust is all we have, and we need to go out on a limb. Use our gut? Take a risk? Now we're ready to go dancing so are you ready or should I see if anyone else at the club thinks my haircut is sexy and likes me in this dress?" "I think you girls look incredible and I know I wouldn't let anyone near her if I were you, sir," said Greg, patting Mr. Wakamatsu on the back and walking over to Blake, leaning down and kissing him on the lips. "If I haven't told you lately how much I really love you, then I absolutely am right now." "Well come to think of it? You haven't?" Blake said surprised. "But I'm glad to be acknowledged." "I have no idea what you're doing here, but it looks like a lot more progress than I'm making with the stiffest man I've ever met," whispered Greg into Blake's ear. "Hopefully he's even stiffer now, and she'll loosen him up, but for your information all this was way more her than me, but thanks anyway," replied Blake, taking his hand before turning toward Mr. Wakatamsu. "You two need a minute or should we hold the elevator, Mr. Wakamatsu?" "No, I promised my beautiful wife some dancing, so that's exactly what we'll be doing," said Mr. Wakamatsu, holding out his arm and smiling at his wife. They all got into the elevator now and then exited at the top of the hotel, making their way into the club. "So how about you get us a couple of drinks and meet us out there," said Mae, immediately grabbing Blake, dragging him out onto the dance floor. The thumping music was certainly something he could not see Mr. Wakamatsu enjoying, as he followed Mae's lead, raising his arms to the air as they sauntered towards the dance floor. They were laughing and spinning, enjoying the beat before finally the guys joined them with their drinks. It felt incredible to sip a few times and placed down his drink, beginning to dance with his faux fianc?e. By the third song, the two couples were dancing like one big group, as even Mr. Wakamatsu had no choice but to loosen up. Mae took the lead, switching partners as Blake danced with her husband and even got him to smile. He was careful not to dance overly sexy, but smiled and giggled being spun around and awkwardly touched. When a slow song finally came on, they appropriately switched back and then Blake took the lead, putting his arms around Greg's neck, looking into his eyes as Greg's arms locked over his mid-section. "So about that little kiss before," whispered Blake. "That made a good impression, but?" "You don't have to say it," interrupted Greg, whispering back. "I want this as much as you do, and we came this far." "Have we?" said Blake softly. "Greg, it's just." "Ssshh," smiled Greg, nodding. "We both know the deal, right partner?" "I think so," replied Blake, looking away. "Blake?" said Greg, twisting his face towards Blake's. "No regrets, and let's not leave anything on the table." "Ok?" nodded Blake, looking at Greg becoming nervous. "Ok..... I mean you're right. Yes." "Yes... Ok then," sighed Greg, looking into Blake's eyes. "Yes," Blake said as a nervous smile gleamed from his pearly whites. "Yes," sighed Greg, leaning down and gingerly placing his lips on Blake's. They kissed for a moment, ever so softly barely touching lips and then breaking them two and then three times like kids in the school yard, not sure what to do. From the corner of his eye, he could see the Wakamatsu's watching their touch as they danced slowly and Blake slid his nails through Greg's hair, pulling his face back in, giving a soft nod. He knew Greg wasn't expecting him to be the aggressor, keeping it soft and tender, trying to stay in character as Greg's love interest, as their kiss quickly deepened a good twenty seconds before they finally took a breath. Just seeing Greg's eye bug a little, not expecting the continued romance as they started again almost solicited a giggle about forty five seconds later when Blake eventually broke the kiss, sliding his tongue along his pearly whites. They almost laughed in each other's face, grinning from a combination of nerves and disbelief at their actions, noticing the glances of approval from the Wakamatsu's. The anxious moment of discomfort would turn into one last tender wet kiss as Blake leaned in and then gave his partner a wink before closing his eyes. When finally their heads returned back upright, the slow song had ended as they looked over, seeing the Wakamatsu's enjoy their own kiss. They exited the dance floor, holding hands with their fingers interlocked, heading towards the bar, needing a moment to compose themselves. As Greg was about to order them another round, Blake wiped his lipstick from his partner's lips with his index finger and then realized Mae was standing next to him with her arms wide open. "So I'm going to go freshen up, and we'll see you later," said Mae, hugging Blake. "Oh sure," replied Blake, surprised. "Did you want me to come with you?" "No, we're heading back to the room for our evening conference call with the board," said Mae, holding Blake's hand. "We'll see you two for some more late night cocktails in about an hour or so. Ok?" "Oh, sure," said Blake, taken a back. "I guess it's a good thing we have the room then." "Exactly," winked Mae. "Let's go up together then." They walked out as couples holding hands, into the elevator before exiting at their floor. When the Wakamatsu's went left, Blake and Greg went right, finding their way into their luxurious suite. "Wow, it's amazing," said Blake as they entered the room. "And the service is incredible. All your clothes from earlier are here," said Greg, opening the big closet. "Nice way to live, right?" "You are not kidding," said Blake, walking over and seeing the view out the window. "Incredible. This is all like a fantasy, but in reality I know it's all just business, right?" "I guess," nodded Greg as Blake walked past him, grabbing his red pocketbook from the closet. "That wasn't a question partner," snapped Blake, getting emotional as he turned and stormed towards the bathroom. JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT - Where our story began... "Hey, you ok?" asked Greg, seeing Blake looking wiped as he rummaged through the red pocketbook on the vanity. "I'm fine," Blake shivered as he stood, staring at his reflection. "But I need a minute. This has all been just too much to handle!" He took a deep breath, standing in front of the bathroom vanity, clutching the ends with his hands quickly becoming mindful of his sharp, long platinum silver glitter tipped stiletto nails as he pinched the granite between his fingers and thumb. It was incredibly nerve-racking staring at himself in his current state, still struggling to accept himself as a glamorous woman, as he reached up his nail tip and casually slid his hair away from the edge of his left eye. As he blinked, he stared at the dark charcoal of the eye shadow at the outside crease of his eyes, noticing how it blended into light silver towards the bridge of his nose. Above it a creamy fawn color accented his thin, dark, arched manicured bows, and at the middle of his lids was a hint of metallic glitter. The blackout liner that surrounded his brown eyes made his russet colored pupils seemingly cat like and huge, fanned false curled lashes batted with every flicker. His complexion never looked so pristine, with any little flaws hidden beneath a silky foundation and expert contouring alongside the bridge of his nose and nostrils gave it such a thinner appearance. A healthy glow from the bronzer above his burnt apricot blushed cheeks added a dimension of feminine bone structure to his face, and a burgundy red-wine infallible lip color made his whitened teeth pop the minute he attempted an uncomfortable smile. For the first time outside the comforts of his bedroom, his normally gelled back dark chocolate hair contained a middle part, and instead of being slicked back in a CQ style low pony, now sat perfectly coiffed like a runway model. Across the outer edges of his eyes, the first layer of his natural hair turned away in lovely dark chocolate wings on each side, sliding away from his face on the outside of his cheeks. Beneath it, layers of wavy long locks had been color melded so naturally from dark to light, as they streamed across his shoulder blades and the front of his shoulders, appearing shorter yet incredibly sexier. Beneath his jawline now, the first thick S-shaped wave ruffled as it became lighter now in an ashy brown color before the next few waves bend gradually morphing into a gorgeous caramel blonde. Just touching his wavy soft long hair, he was amazed at how it flowed in a silky smooth style, as the bends of winding curving shape were seemingly baked in. Beneath his hair, long silver tear drop metallic dagger style earrings swayed with the slightest movement, and a series of silver bracelets jingled from his right wrist as he moved back a step from the vanity. He was amazed his body could actually pull off being in such a short dress, almost wanting to scream in such uncomfortable yet sexy shoes. A silver, sequin adorned, off the shoulder v-neck mini-dress was actually so light and stretchy it was actually comfortable, yet the matching silver, peep toed, pointy stiletto 5 1/2 inch shoes were so narrow and spikey that just standing in them presented a challenge. Only caramel waves covered his collar bones as the dress was completely off his shoulders and small short sleeves beneath the ball of his shoulders covered most of the thin muscle tone of his biceps. Underneath the sparkly dress, a one piece light grey strapless silicon stuffed bustier gave him a nice busty C-cup appearance, and beneath it silver duct tape was wrapped around his member, tucking him back underneath his matching light grey lacey panty. The thin thigh high hose on his legs had a silver shimmer, and the elastic lacey edges were attached to garters, holding them up tightly hidden under the hem of the skirt. He was striking and trendy, yet even after everything it was so hard to accept he could pull off looking so stunning as the woman in his reflection, as he rummaged through his cosmetics case on the vanity. "What the hell did I get myself into?" said Blake, talking to himself, taking one last deep breath. "What's wrong?" asked Greg, coming in behind him, standing in the doorway. "Why don't you just come sit a little and chill?" "In a minute," said Blake, lifting one leg, rolling his ankle. "I will." "Come on! Go put your feet up and relax a little while you can?" said Greg. "We're both tired, but you must be totally exhausted." "Yes, just a little tired" smiled Blake. "It's been some day, and I'm sorry if I got a little nippy. I'm just a little stressed!" "And nervous," said Greg. "Yeah I guess," replied Blake. "About what?" asked Greg. "Well that's a silly question?" said Blake, rolling his eyes. "Today of course. The meeting... the dinner.. and look at me. Everything!" "Well we did all we could," replied Greg, raising his brows. "And I guess we both tried to do more and then you did even more than that!" "Yeah and then some, but there's still more to do," said Blake, pulling out his hairspray and a few items. "These people can party, and I don't even know how much longer I can keep up! Mae's wonderful but this is all too much, Greg! Besides, how far out of control this has gone physically! I'm shot mentally!" "I can only imagine," laughed Greg. "You want me to tell them we're done for the night? "No, we came this far," said Blake, sliding his hair from his eyes and looking at himself. "Uuuggghh... Look at me? Let me just freshen up." "You look incredible, and no matter what, you were amazing," said Greg, stepping up behind him and rubbing his shoulders softly. "You too, and damn that feels pretty good, but too weird given our present situation," sighed Blake, before pushing his hands off him. "Now get out of here so I can pee please." Blake walked back closing the door to the bathroom before heading back to the bowl, almost forgetting and lifting the seat. He shook his head, leaving it down and hiked up his skirt, turning to sit down on the bowl. As he dropped his panties and unclipped his garters to allow their free fall, he gritted his teeth, squealing as he gingerly peeled back the tape and then plopped his ass back on the seat. Just relaxing for a moment off his feet, sitting on the fancy heated bowl felt incredible before even becoming sheer bliss as he emptied his bladder. The tinkling sounds were almost soothing now, as he almost didn't want them to end, like they were waves crashing on the beach, allowing not just a physical break but also a mental moment alone. Three and then even a forth shake as he was careful, not dripping what was left inside his shaft was his last chance to drag out his temporary respite, as he dreaded having to re-tape himself once again. He hated the thought of even standing again, as his exhausted legs pushed up from his porcelain sanctuary and then he reached over, opening his red pocketbook, taking out the silver duct tape. It sucked wrapping himself in toilet paper and then he ripped a strip of tape from the roll with his teeth before surrounding his member once again. He was now efficient at tucking, back he pulled himself, expertly taping across his cheeks before up came his panties and down slid his skirt. He stood, reaching under carefully re-clipping his garters and then tugged his skirt down past them again straightening his dress. He walked to the vanity once again, wishing the long day could end soon as he opened his makeup case from his silver clutch and unscrewed his mascara. A few strokes across each of his full lashes still looked the same but he could notice the difference as he touched up his blush. The long lasting color on his lips still held beautifully as advertised, but applying the sparkly overcoat of gloss from the little applicator instantly returned them to looking striking and bold. When he closed his makeup case, he spritzed his neck with his intoxicating perfume and then squinted his eyes, encircling his head and recoating his hair. "Can I come in?" asked Greg, softly knocking, hearing the spurting pump spray finally stop. "You done in there?" "Sure. Just one sec," said Blake, taking one last moment to straighten the fit on his dress before tugging at the hem and turning, unlocking the door. "Ok," said Greg entering as Blake reloaded the cosmetics he used into his makeup case before shoving things in his purse. "Somebody's been busy." "Sorry, half the crap I don't need to carry out again in the little clutch," Smirked Blake as he had both pocketbooks on the vanity and cosmetics scattered about as he was putting everything away. "And as you can imagine, girls need a lot of stuff." "I see that," smiled Greg as Blake was shoving things in both bags. "Ok, I think I'm just about ready, but it can't be an hour yet. It felt like fifteen minutes," said Blake, touching up his lips one last time before tossing the tube in his purse and snapping it shut and then hearing the soft music coming from the bedroom. "Wait, is that music coming from inside?" "You like it. It's Ed Sheeran, Perfect?" said Greg, standing behind him now. "Setting the mood?" "The mood?" asked Blake, bending forward, putting away the tape in his pocketbook. "Yes! For us?" said Greg. "I was wondering what it would really mean to you if we won?" "What do you mean?" You already know it would mean a lot," said Blake, tightening the little screw on his left earring and fluffing his hair with his palms. "Really in my current situation it would be life changing." "Well that's what I was wondering about?" asked Greg, sliding his arms around him from behind, gently hugging him. "Maybe I said that the wrong way, Greg," smiled Blake, looking down, seeing Greg's hands wrapped across his stomach. "And if I were really a girl, then you definitely would have taken it the wrong way." "Did it?" smiled Greg, squeezing him gently. "All I did was ask but....you said it would be life changing?" "Not funny, and stop being silly? I meant financially, and just because I've dressed a little bit like one doesn't mean I don't still like girls. You know that, right?" said Blake, taking a deep breath, pulling away Greg's hands. "Plus, you know I live month to month and that's not easy." "I know, but I was wondering if that meant more?" said Greg with a smirk. "I'm sure the other life changes must have crossed your mind many times?" "Not really, but never did I ever think I'd ever take this dressing for fun thing this far. It was really just a bedroom thing," said Blake, making a fist and a jerking gesture. "You know and then it's over and back to boring old me in sweat pants." "Oh," smiled Greg. "I guess I get it. I think." "I think you do," said Blake, smiling, parting his lips checking to make sure there was no lipstick on his teeth. "So weird as it sounds, I thank you and you were a wonderful temporary fianc?e. It's all pretty fucked up right?....but thankfully it'll be over soon and everything can be normal again." "What's normal anyway?" asked Greg. "Maybe things could be perfect like the way you look right now!" "Please stop, and it's not funny. Let's just do what we have to and get it over with!" said Blake, adjusting his other earring. "These earrings are killing me, and really I'm never in heels very long so especially not all day!" "It's over now," asked Greg very seriously. "What?" said Blake, stunned at his friend's smug look in the reflection. "Oh no! She did mention we were second or third after the presentation but..! Shit did I fuck up?" "No," smiled Greg, squeezing his left hand from behind. "You're amazing. We won." "You're kidding! It's over," said Blake, spinning towards him, excited. "We're done then tonight. We don't have to go back tonight!" "Nope," Grinning, Greg grabbed Blake by both shoulders. "Not unless you want to go out again, but the Wakamatsu's are staying in, which is probably thanks to you." "You kidding!" yelled Blake, reaching around Greg, hugging him as he jumped up and down a little. "Oh my gaaawwwddd! Please tell me you're not kidding, and you better not be bullshiting me! Please." "This I won't kid about," smiled Greg, holding up his hand like he was swearing as they looked at each other thrilled. "This is all like a dream," replied Blake, immediately relieved, spinning away from Greg and happily putting both hands on the vanity, looking at himself. "I'm spent and holy shit... what a relief!" "Me too, but I'm not that spent?" said Greg, sliding his hands around Blake's waist, giving a soft hug from behind. "That's because you havn't been standing in these shoes," joked Blake, feeling major relief. "Let alone dancing in them." "I bet, but that's not what I mean," said Greg, softly pulling him back, letting him lean back into his arms. "And you look unbelievable. In fact, listen to the song. You look..... perfect tonight." "Greg?" said Blake, seeing himself now being held from behind by Greg and their fingers became intertwined. "What are you doing?" "Letting my partner get comfortable," replied Greg, twisting his head around Blake's, sniffing his perfume and then tenderly kissing his neck. "And worshiping the most beautiful woman I've ever known." "Greg, stop! Aaahhhh! Easy," gasped Blake, feeling some pleasure as his teeth slowly nibbled his neck. "Please come on. That was all for display! For business! We both know that!" "I know," said Greg, breaking his nibble and rubbing his fingers inside Blake from behind as they both stared ahead at themselves in the bathroom vanity reflection. "But we both know that kiss we shared earlier... well it may have been for display but..." "You're just caught up in the moment," said Blake, continuing to lean back, almost melting in his arms, rubbing his index finger as they held hands. "Which moment?" said Greg, squeezing him in a little from behind. "You mean the kiss." "Both moments... well especially this moment," said Blake, swallowing hard, nervously feeling Greg aroused from behind. "I can't Greg.... We can't." "Sssshhh," said Greg, putting his finger on Blake's lips, stopping him from babbling and rubbing thumbs ever so tenderly. "The only thing we can't do is waste this moment that we both know may never come around again. In fact, I won't waste another moment with the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. Now tomorrow we're back to business, and you're back on a plane across the country, so all we've got is tonight. So tonight, let's make it a night we'll both never forget." All Blake could do was look deep into Greg's eyes in the reflection and then down at his outfit. He needed a moment to process the situation as they were in here expecting to go back out and instead here he was feeling a chill as Greg released one of his hands, taking his finger, sweeping his hair off his left shoulder before softly kissing Blake's collar bone. "Ooohhhhh," sighed Blake, scared and confused as he looked up again at Greg smiling at him in the mirror the moment he lifted his lips from his flesh. "Greg, this is wrong?" "Is it?" smiled Greg. "You're so beautiful." It was like Blake's eyes were spinning around in his head as they met again in the mirror in a way he'd never felt before. He was fighting feelings that had haunted and confused him all his life, never really interested in men when not dressed, but couldn't help but think about them on the occasions when he was d