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Anything For An Interview Suit
William's Crazy Trip
by Ann Michelle
Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. For mature audiences only. All
characters are above the legal age. Don't buy or read this book if you
are under the legal age or anything you see herein is illegal where you
live. Don't try any of this at home.
Chapter Three: "Back To The Airport"
--o--
"There is NO way I'm wearing these clothes to the airport," said
William.
He was shocked that Mandi had even suggested it. Not only were these
women's clothes, and the idea that he would walk into an airport wearing
them ludicrous, but they were the clothes of some unknown woman whose
suitcase he had by accident. Wearing these clothes seemed even crazier!
It seemed perverted somehow... kinky. Oddly, it seemed kind of exciting
too, but he put that thought out of his head.
"Then I'm not taking you," said Mandi flatly.
"What?!" gasped William. "You can't do that! I need my suitcase!"
"It's my car. It's my time. I can put any conditions I want on it. If
you don't like it, then call a cab or something."
William furrowed his brow unhappily. "I don't have the money."
Mandi rolled her eyes. "Students!" She then shook her head. "Doesn't
matter. If you want a ride from me, then you're going to wear that
suit."
"Why?"
"Because I want to see that. I think you look cute." Cute was probably
an understatement on her part. The more she saw William in the skirt
suit and heels, the more turned on she became. She was starting to
understand what Sandy saw in keeping William feminized around their
apartment.
William shook his head. "I can't go out in public dressed like this!"
"Why not?"
"Because I can't!"
"That's not an answer. Besides, you do it for Sandy."
"That's different."
"How?" snapped Mandi.
"It just is."
"You did it for that professor too."
"That's different too," grumbled William.
"No, it's not. You wanted something from her, now you want something
from me. So you go in the skirt or you don't go." She folded her arms
to signal that she would not budge from this point.
William saw the determination in her face.
"But how am I going to get in my interview if I don't go get my suitcase
back?" he asked.
Mandi shrugged her shoulders. "Not my problem," she said. She grabbed
the sensual, soft blouse material between her fingers and rubbed it. "I
guess you go dressed like this... girlfriend."
A chill raced down William's spine. He couldn't do that. He needed
this job. It was his future. He couldn't play around with the
interview or let anything mess it up for him, and showing up in women's
clothes would definitely mess it up. That meant he had no choice now
but to pay Mandi's humiliating price and wear the skirt suit. He took a
deep, frustrated breath. Why did every woman in his life suddenly want
to put him in dresses? He didn't get it.
"All right," he said reluctantly.
Mandi smiled. That was easier than she expected. Maybe Sandy really
was onto something! "Great," she said. She picked up her purse and
started toward the door. William didn't follow though. "Why aren't you
coming?"
"I almost hate to say this... but if I'm going like this, then I need
makeup. A wig. Some underwear. That sort of thing."
Mandi snickered. She hadn't thought of that. She walked back over to
William and opened her purse. From it, she pulled out her lipstick and
painted his lips. Then she pulled out some eye shadow and mascara and
gave him a quick touch-up. A moment later, his face looked reasonable
feminine. Indeed, she marveled how feminine he looked for a boy.
"There," she said.
"What about a wig?"
"I don't have one. You'll just have to be one of those women with short
hair." She ran her fingers through his hair and made it spiky. It
wasn't much, but it was an approximation of a Pixie cut at least.
Fortunately, the rest of him was feminine enough that few would doubt he
really was a woman. She added some hairspray to hold it in place. Then
she saw a pretty broach in the suitcase. She took it and pinned it to
the suit coat. "There. Perfect."
William wanted to protest, but he didn't see the point. He wasn't going
to win; he held none of the cards. "Fine," he said. "Let me look
through the suitcase for some underwear and then we can go."
"You don't need underwear."
William furrowed his brow again. "Say what?"
"You don't need panties."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't. No one will see them."
"It's not them I'm worried about. It's it I'm worried about. What if I
get hard? Without some underwear to hold it in place, it could poke out
the skirt or even pop out beneath it!"
"By 'it' I take it you mean your--"
"Yes, that."
"Then don't get hard."
William glared at her. "It doesn't work that way."
Mandi snickered. "Today, it will."
William's jaw dropped.
Mandi rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said and she hiked up her maxi-dress
high enough to get her hands underneath. She grabbed her own tiny
yellow panties and worked them down her body until she could kick them
off. "Now neither of us has panties. Feel better?"
"No."
"Oh well, that's all you're getting," laughed Mandi and she grabbed a
brown leather purse, tossed William's wallet into it along with some
makeup, and handed it to him. "Let's get going."
--o--
Mandi raced past several blocks of restaurants and small, quaint shops.
The road had two lanes going in each direction. She was headed to the
airport. Her long hair was blowing in the wind. William tried to make
himself very small as they zipped along so that people wouldn't see him.
It wasn't working. It was hard to disappear in a hot-pink convertible
Bug, especially with the top down. Everyone looked up as they passed.
"Don't you think you're going a little fast?" said William.
"Not really."
"You've got to be going double the speed limit!"
Mandi smiled wickedly and smoothly pressed her high-heeled mule against
the accelerator noticeably increasing the speed of the car. "I thought
you wanted to get there fast? I didn't know you wanted to dillydally on
the road. Should we stop and do some shopping too?"
"Just pay attention. I'd like to get there in one piece."
Mandi laughed. "Does my driving scare you that much?"
"Let's just say I've worn enough heels now that I worry about someone in
shoes like those controlling a car at speeds like these."
"Amateur."
"I think I know what you can and cannot do in heels!"
"And yet, you keep trying to tell me you're not a cross-dresser! Any
other tips about women's clothes you want to give me?"
William held his tongue. Nothing he could say would help.
Meanwhile, Mandi glanced in her rearview mirror. She saw a dirty brown
Jeep with two young college guys catching up to the Bug on William's
side. They slowed as they pulled level.
"We have fans," she said unhappily, nodding toward the Jeep.
William glanced over his right shoulder. He saw the two young men
looking at him excitedly. They made no secret of their interest in
these two apparently beautiful women. This worried William, who did not
want to attract the attention of anyone, much less young men! Even
worse, as their Jeep was slightly taller than the Bug, they could look
down into the Bug and see most everything. They particularly seemed to
be enjoying the view of William's feminine legs. This made William's
penis grow for some reason.
"Hey angels," called the driver.
"Wanna get some drinks?" asked the other.
Mandi rolled her eyes. "What a horrible line!" she yelled to William,
but loudly enough that the two males could hear it. This didn't seem to
bother them though. To the contrary, they smirked at each other and
then broke into laughter.
William looked for somewhere to hide, but there was nowhere.
"Let's get away from them," said Mandi.
She sped up. Unfortunately, they sped up to stay with her.
"If you don't like drinks, I've got some meat you might like better,"
said the driver and he visibly slipped his hand between his legs and
grabbed his crotch and thrust it toward her as best he could while
driving.
"Gross. Guys like this drive me nuts," said Mandi to William.
"What do they want?"
"You're a guy, what do you think they want?"
William swallowed hard. That was what he was afraid of. "Can we lose
them?"
Mandi shrugged her shoulders. "Probably. We'll just turn off at the
nex--" A wicked smile appeared on her lips. She glanced at William and
gave him the once over with her right eye. "Not before we teach them a
lesson."
"Wh-- what are you going to do?"
"Go with my lead."
"But what are you going to do?" asked William again.
"We're going to flirt with them."
"Flirt?!" repeated William incredulously. The last thing in the world
he wanted was to flirt with two jerks in a Jeep. Heck, he didn't want
to flirt with anyone, not dressed like this. He shook his head. "I'm
not flirting. There is no way I'm flirting. I am NOT flirting with two
guys in a Jeep. No way. Never."
"Yes, you are."
"I'm not."
"You're going to flirt because I want you to and this is my car and you
want me to drive you to the airport. Embarrassing guys like that is a
moral imperative. Now stop whining and follow my lead or I'll stop the
car right now and let you try to talk your way out of things with them
in person. Got it? Maybe they'll be nice enough to give you a ride to
the airport."
That image made William shudder and tremble; he almost felt like he wet
himself. He shook his head anxiously. "I can't. Not with two men!"
"Don't worry, we're not going to touch them."
"I can't! I don't even know how to flirt."
"It's simple. Follow my lead."
William kept shaking his head, but Mandi moved on as if she had his
consent. Apparently, he was committed whether he wanted to be or not
under threat of being surrendered to them as bootie. "Well, how bad can
it be?" he told himself unconvincingly.
"You boys like to party, do you?" called Mandi across to them.
"Baby, we are the party kings. How about we go back to our place?"
responded the passenger.
Mandi glanced skeptically at both, pretended to look them up and down,
snorted loudly, and then shook her head. "You two don't know the first
thing about parties," yelled Mandi dismissively.
"Oh contrier," said the driver. "We know all there is to know about
partying!"
"Do you? Ever done this?" asked Mandi and she leaned over and gave the
surprised William a huge, sexy, wet kiss right on the lips, smearing
their lipsticks all over his lips. His toes curled in his shoes and his
penis shot to attention beneath his skirt. As he wore no panties, his
penis jammed against his skirt and formed a small, but noticeable bump.
Fortunately, the young men didn't notice.
"Don't-- what-- what are you doing?!" gasped William in shock as she
pulled her lips away.
"Whoa!!!" exclaimed the two men at the same time.
"Go along with me," said Mandi.
William's face burned bright red. He wanted to tell her to forget it,
but he imagined her stopping and kicking him out of the car. It was
best to let her do whatever she was planning to do than face that.
Besides, the kiss had shaken him and left him disoriented. He wanted to
hate it, but it had been amazing. His whole body tingled and went limp
all over, except in one area.
"Ever done this?" asked Mandi.
"Do it again!" yelled the driver.
Mandi didn't. Instead, she slipped her hand between William's thighs
and ran her hand up beneath his skirt. William sucked in a ton of air
and went tense. His erection jumped to full strength. It was
throbbing.
"Whoaaaa!!!" exclaimed the two men again.
"Start rubbing your nipples through your shirt," said Mandi so that only
William could hear.
"What?!"
"Do it!"
William took a deep breath to summon his courage and did as she
commanded. He moved his hands up to his chest and started playing with
the fake mounds through his blouse. The two men stared at him with jaws
open.
"I don't see either of you boys touching anything important yourselves,"
called out Mandi.
The two guys exchanged glances and then dropped their hands down the
waistbands of their shorts. It was clear that each had an erection and
each was now holding it, if not stroking it.
"Much better, boys," said Mandi.
She started rubbing her hand up and down William's inner-thigh, ducking
her hand beneath his skirt and then teasingly pulling it away. This was
highly erotic and it was clear that both males were totally turned on by
it, as was William. In fact, he was so turned on he had now become
terrified that he might come if she pushed her hand too far up his
skirt.
"You might want to stop!" exclaimed William anxiously.
"Just keep going with it."
"But--"
"Trust me."
William watched nervously as her hand dipped beneath his skirt toward
his throbbing erection. She was soooo close. Things were about to get
messy, both literally and figuratively. He would never live it down if
he came; she would never let him live it down. Even worse, he didn't
understand what this was achieving. How was making him a masturbation
fantasy for two college jerks going to teach them a lesson? To the
contrary, it seemed to be giving them what they wanted.
William glanced over and saw both males playing with themselves inside
their shorts. He felt deeply embarrassed. "Oh God, they're jerking
themselves off over me!" he declared.
Mandi snickered. "Happens to women all the time."
"I'm not a woman."
Mandi raised an eyebrow and looked her feminized friend up and down. He
was very feminine. "Are you sure?" she asked. Then, before he could
answer, she said, "Don't worry, we're almost there."
"Almost where?"
"Look ahead."
William looked ahead and saw that the road separated into two
directions. That would be the end of this, mercifully. He still didn't
see how this was any sort of revenge for womankind, however, if that's
what Mandi was after.
"You like that, boys?" called out Mandi.
"Oh yeah, baby."
"That's awesome."
"And you're both totally turned on?" she asked.
"You know it!"
"Well, there's one more thing you should know," said Mandi.
"And what's that, hottie?"
"Beside the fact it's 'au contraire' you idiot, remember this," she
exclaimed smugly and she pushed William's skirt up over his erection
into his lap. His stiff manhood popped into view. There it was
standing tall in the wind and sun. He didn't even have panties to cover
it.
The cheering stopped.
The stroking stopped.
The young men stared at William's erection in utter horror. William,
who was shocked at first, felt a warm sensation when he saw their
reactions; it felt like justice to him. Mandi, meanwhile, grabbed his
throbbing erection and wiggled it at the two young men.
"Hi there! I'm Mr. Pee-pee. Do I excite you?" she called over with a
laugh.
William burst out laughing.
The shaken driver slammed on his brakes and the Jeep came to a complete
stop, to the consternation of several other drivers. William unbuckled
his seatbelt and spun in the seat to watch the two young men. Neither
one seemed to be moving. The driver sat there clutching the steering
wheel. Suddenly, they both exploded in heated argument. William
imagined this would continue and what had happened would haunt their
dreams, at least their fantasies, for some time to come.
"That... was hilarious!" exclaimed William.
"I'm glad," said Mandi.
"Couldn't happen to bigger jerks!"
"Yep. Might I recommend sitting down straight again, though?"
"What? Why?"
Mandi pointed to his rod which was flapping around in the open air for
other drivers to see. William blushed deeply and yanked the skirt down
over it, spinning around and sinking back into his seat.
"Punch it," he said.
"Your wish is my command," said Mandi and she pushed the gas pedal to
the floor. It was off to the airport.
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