Show Gurlz - Chapter 16 - The Boys At Table Four free porn video

Show Gurlz - Chapter 16 - The Boys at Table Four I'd hardly walked through the door when Jo was all over me. I glanced at the clock. It was 8:30 PM. "Where did you go? What did you think you'd accomplish? You're stupider than I thought you were. You can't cross Carroll that way." I didn't think of it as crossing, merely negotiating. I didn't respond, just headed towards the stairs with my suitcase. She stopped me with two words. "Julie's home." "Really? Where?" "She went to visit that neighbor of yours - Helena I think?" That brought a frown to my face. Helena hadn't been a good influence at all, and she'd tried to rape me in my own bathroom. "Go upstairs and get into your baby girl dress and diapers. I want that to be what she sees when she gets back." Her smile was a tangle of thorns and venom. "You got me into a lot of trouble. I won't forget that." She put a finger to her chin, as if she was thinking. "I'm getting closer to cracking the mystery of Alicia. It won't be long now." I went upstairs and got into the clothes that she'd specified. The thought of Julie seeing me like this was unsettling. What would she think of my Princess Wetsy outfit? The diapers Jo had stocked recently were extra bulky and the pronounced and bulging I LUV MY DIAPERS cover was on display every time I did anything to shift the hem of my dress. It was one thing to put something like this on. It was another to be seen in it by your wife. When I returned downstairs Jo had filled a baby bottle with warm tea. "Julie can be the one to feed you now that she's home. I'll also put her in charge of changing your diapers. She has to pull her weight just like everyone else." I sat on the couch and waited. Jo opened up her laptop. "You're up to 150,000 followers on your media page. I'm sure Julie can help with some of the new videos I want to shoot. I had a lot of time to think about that while you were playing hooky. I'm starting to make money for the subscription side of the site. That didn't take long. This internet thing is more of a cash cow than I thought. Which reminds me, we're going to put you in few hucow situations. Your super sized aureoles will look sweet with those suckers milking your teats. I'm sure there's a name for them. Teat cups, I think. The machines aren't that expensive. You'd think more people would use them at home." I watched the financials go through her head. "The money will come from the share I got from Alicia's fine for kicking me in the face, the bitch. Carroll took half, but that still left $2500 for me." "I'd think you'd want to get a boob job," I said. That made her blush. She was extremely sensitive about her tiny titties. Before she could throw a fit, I said, "But maybe there's more money to come. Alicia has nine kicks to go." "What?" Jo said. "She made $50,000 from her win at the Western District competition. That means she has $45,000 left. That's nine more kicks to the head." I knew it wasn't true. She'd used the money as a down payment on her Caribbean beach home. Jo blanched. It was satisfying to see how afraid she was of Alicia. "If she tries something like that again, she'll squeal like a hog being slaughtered before I'm finished with her." Her hands were clenched so tightly I could see the blood draining out of them. Jo was a lot of bluster and smoke but there was little of substance to her threats. Unless she discovered Alicia's past. I was thinking of what to say next to get under her skin when I heard a key turn in the front door lock. I took a deep breath and waited. Julie walked through the door. She stopped and stared at me. "You really do look ridiculous like that, you know." I hardly heard the words. "You cut your hair off. All of it." She ran a hand through the stubble that remained of her once beautiful locks. "I could say the same for you." She was right. The hairstyle Becca had given me was a big change. I was so used to it now that I hardly noticed it. She took me by the hand and led me to the couch. "I'm glad to be home," she said. She glanced down at the hem of my dress. "Diapers, too?" I blushed and nodded. "It's Jo's latest game. But what about you? Hair, and you're wearing a plain, gray, ankle length robe." She smiled. "I'm at war with vanity. One of the many faults I struggle to overcome. The stay at rehab gave me time to think. To clear my head. I think I know what's important now. I'm going to find peace." Jo snorted, got up, and walked upstairs. "And you came here?" I said. "Peace is not what we do." "The sisters told me I had to come back and make amends. Had to wrap up this life before moving on to the next. There are demons to be slain, I think." I thought about what she'd said. "Am I one of the demons?" "Far from it. You're one of my loves. I have to find a way to say I'm sorry." Jo wasn't around, so it felt like the right time to ask the next question. "I know this may be uncomfortable to talk about in front of me, but do you still have feelings for Alicia?" Her face brightened. "Of course. I will always love her, just like I love you. A person can love more than one, you know." It was a phrase I'd heard recently. "How are things going between you two?" she said. I sighed. "I think she loves me. Reading between the lines. She never says anything straight out when it has to do with her heart." Julie took my hand. "Tell me," she said. I did. When I was done, she retreated into a moment of silence, thinking. "In my opinion you're downplaying the depth of her feelings for you. I want you both to be happy." Hearing her say that she saw what I hoped I was seeing made me feel warm inside. Jo tromped back downstairs, her heavy footsteps a good indicator of her mood. She brought the bottle of tea from the kitchen and handed it to Julie. "You're in charge of feedings. A large bottle before bed. I'll warn you, he's wetting himself every night. He goes through diapers like they were tissues." "Of course, Jo," Julie said. She didn't appear ruffled at all. She had a strength I'd never witnessed before. That only seemed to make Jo madder. "There are only two beds. You'll alternate, one night with me, one night with Princess Wetsy. If you want to fuck him, you can. He's been getting a lot of action from Alicia so he's probably worn out." Julie looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Not that Alicia," I said, blushing. "You'll see when you go upstairs," Jo said. "He's become quite attached to his girlfriend. I hear them several times a week through the shitty walls in this house." "I can hear you, too, you know," I said. Jo bit back some retort. She pointed at Julie. "Time for a feeding. I usually give it in the Princess' bedroom." Julie took me by the hand and led me upstairs. The bedroom had gotten even more feminine than when Julie had left. More lace, more dolls, more pink. She clucked when she stepped into the room and turned on the light. "I don't think this has increased the home value one bit. How is this done?" she said holding up the bottle. I pointed at the recliner/rocker that Jo had moved into the room, taking up a large portion of the remaining free space. Julie nodded, a sad smile giving her natural beauty even more depth. "I always thought I'd feed my baby in this chair. I never imagined this is how I would be using it. Life is full of twists and turns." She took a seat and I curled up on her lap, one of her arms supporting my head against an arm of the chair. She brushed my hair off my forehead. "You really are very pretty, did you know that? Silly question. I'm sure you do. You were a cute guy, in a feminine sort of way, but these changes really bring that out." She pressed the nipple into my mouth and I began nursing. I closed my eyes. This was such a peaceful moment. I nursed slowly in order to stretch it out as long as I could. Jo began rocking in the chair. I could smell her, the woman she was. She wasn't wearing perfume, but it was an enticing smell just the same. She began humming a lullaby and all the tension melted out of me. When I was finished she kept rocking and humming. I began to doze off in her lap. Somewhere in that moment of suspension when you're balanced between one world and the next, she began stroking my cheek. I opened my eyes and smiled contentedly. "You make a cute baby," she said. "You really enjoy this, don't you? No wonder you play along with her little girl games. Am I right?" I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to break the spell so I didn't speak, just responded with a small nod. She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I enjoyed it, too. I think this might become one of my favorite Husband-Wife quiet times. Do you still think of yourself as my husband?" She was very perceptive tonight. Had she learned that at the rehab facility? I sighed. Time to come back to reality. "Sometimes," I said. The answer didn't seem to surprise her. I wondered what she thought about the times I didn't think of myself as a husband. "Time for bed," she said. "Do you need a diaper change?" The thought of her changing me wasn't at all disturbing. I looked forward to it. "That happens in the middle of the night," I said, "but I don't get a new diaper until morning. I'm going to be starting some pretty intensive training, so I think this baby girl thing will become an evening event only. Jo will tire of it soon. She gets bored unless I appear to be bothered by whatever it is she's doing. Then she'll stick to it. "Maybe you should pretend it bothers you," she said. "It's alone time for us, in a way that's intimate and non-threatening. At least that's what I think." When I started pulling down the covers, she picked up Alicia Bear. "Is this your companion?" I had to look away. It was embarrassing to have to tell your wife that you had sex with a stuffed animal. A lot. She tucked us under the covers, Alicia half-resting on top of me. "Have fun," she said with a wink. She turned out the lights and closed the door. I heard her going downstairs, and the hum of conversation started. Jo's voice kept getting louder and louder but Julie's never varied. It must have really gotten under Jo's skin. If she couldn't get a rise out of you, she took it as a defeat. It was exciting to have Julie home. I lay thinking about her for a long time. She seemed positive and in control for the first time in a while. My only concern was that she had a history of roller-coaster emotions. Would she be able to maintain her present state of mind? I'd do my best to support her. I sent a good night message to Alicia. She was frustratingly undependable in responding to my texts. I knew she felt something for me, but it didn't result in any outright expressions of passion. The last reply I'd gotten said she was entered in another big competition. She must be so busy that she didn't have the time to answer me. It made a nice, ego- saving fiction. Like often happened when I thought about her, my hands crept up to my breasts and began to play with the nipples. I was still super-sensitive there, and it didn't take much to arouse me. I sat up and arranged Alicia on her arms and legs, ready for an evening of doggy-style. I wasn't allowed to take off my diapers, but I could pull the diaper and diaper cover aside and expose my penis. It was small, smaller than it had ever been, but it still delivered pleasure like a champ. "I love you, Alicia," I whispered, and began to have sex with the one I dreamed about. # # # I'd like to say that the lessons I'd arranged through Carroll were enjoyable. They weren't. There was no punishment involved, things were purely professional. But the lessons were so hard. I kept my word and threw myself into the work with everything I had. Sometimes I was trained at home, sometimes at Carrolls, and sometimes in studios owned by the people Carroll hired to ready me for competition. Every night I was exhausted, muscles aching in places I didn't know I had muscles. Every other night Julie slept in bed with me. The sensation of having her so close to me was exciting and disconcerting. We hadn't slept in the same bed for months. It was old-new, and we never did anything except lay side by side, sometimes a hand crossing boundaries, a gesture more related to affection than to passion. I accepted her reticence when it came to sex. I wore a knee length satin peignoir on the nights when she slept in my room. I didn't want to look like I was coming on to her, so something more reserved than my usual nighties fit the bill. It was difficult to look attractive when whatever you wore was bulging around the bottom due to the diapers I wore. I'd sometimes catch Julie looking at me. What did she see? One night when we were getting ready for bed and I'd been bottle-fed, freshly powdered and changed, she said completely unexpectedly, "Do you want to make love to me?" I froze. How do you answer a question like that? What if I gave the wrong answer? Finally I said, "I'll leave it up to you to decide if you're ready to do something like that with me." A professional writer would edit that down to "Yes." "Okay," she said. "Not now. It's one of the things I need to resolve before I can find peace." "Still waiting for a sign?" I said. "It's coming. I have faith." "What about your nights with Jo? Is she, you know..." She smiled more mysteriously than the Mona Lisa. "She's made a few advances, but I keep her at arms length. It's not hard, and I'm more amused than threatened. She's really a very lonely girl. I could almost feel sorry for her if it weren't for the way she treats you." She leaned close and whispered in my ear. "I think she has fantasies about you." "I'd rather make love to a porcupine," I said. "For way too many reasons the thought of it is unsettling." "She thinks you have those kind of thoughts about her." "Not one bit," I said. "She doesn't hold an iota of attraction for me. I've never thought of her that way, and I never will." "I know. She's blind to any opinion other than her own." We climbed into bed and she turned off the lamp on the bedstand. I'd barely begun to settle when she found my hand with hers. "I'm worried about Alicia." "In what way?" I said. "Jo was bragging last night that she thinks she's discovered her real name. With that, she can find all sorts of things to use against her. That's what she says, anyway." I was silent for thirty seconds. "Did she say what the name was?" "Mary Stroman." I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text. This time the answer was immediate. "Not me. But I did use that alias for a while when I was fifteen. Fuck." # # # "So what am I supposed to do?" Jo said. "Somebody else is in charge of your training now. I'm bored." Julie looked up from the book she was reading. She was always reading now. Things that I'd never expected her to read. Books on meditation, comparative religion, living a fully realized life. "You could take the time to make something better of yourself," she said. "Oh shut up. I'm not the one who ended up in a rehab cell." It was Friday evening. I'd done so well in my training that I had the weekend off. I was waiting for news of Alicia's competition. It had taken place that afternoon. Grams said there were some well-regarded competitors. It was considered a tune-up event for States which was in two months. If Alicia won at states, she'd go to nationals. Big money at both levels, and her chance to live the life she wanted. "Get me some coffee, Princess," Jo said, holding up her cup from her seat on the couch. I was putting away the dishes. I was dressed in my new outfit. Jo had been having things delivered at a surprising rate - things tailored just for me. This one was something that must have been based on a dress worn at a child's beauty pageant. It was pink (of course). I liked pink. The outfit went to mid-thigh, a billowy sea of ruffles from there to my waist that added a flare to the basic shape. The upper section from my neck to the tips of my boobs was a dainty display of lace and filigree, sewn to the underlying fabric. There were rhinestones included in the elaborate decorations. The shoulders were puffed marshmallows that continued the upper lacework and rhinestone design. In the rear, the back of the dress plunged almost to my midriff. Did little girls really compete wearing stuff like this? It had come with a necklace of tiny pink flowers and matching earrings. Jo thought it was humiliating, but I liked it. I just didn't tell her that. Julie knew it without me having to say anything. The only fly in the ointment were the diapers that Jo insisted were part of my permanent wardrobe. I was used to them by now. It was like putting on a bra - just part of my routine. The positive part was the continued growth in my relationship with Julie. The nightly bottle feedings were my favorite part of the day. When I brought her her coffee, Jo told me to sit next to her on the floor by her feet. She began patting me on the head. "You're doing real good online. You've topped two hundred thousand hits, and subscribers to the private channel have topped eleven hundred. The video of you getting it on with Alicia is the most viewed clip. I've gotten requests to see you with different stuffed animals so I've ordered some new props." She waited to see how I'd react. I shrugged. "Fine." She gave my hair a little pull to let her know she was displeased. I removed her hand from my head. "I'm not kidding about the physical side of things. No pain, got it? Or I'll stop all the rest of your little games." She didn't like that. "I was thinking we'd start a new series with you modeling your little girl outfits. You must have a dozen different ones now. We can run a contest - let people vote for their favorite. Of course there will have to be some diaper display in every clip. I think your viewers will like that." I ignored her words. She would or she wouldn't. It made no difference to me. Instead, I said, "You must be making money by now. Somebody is paying for all these outfits, and I'm sure it's not Carroll. I saw that you've hired an accountant. She must be counting something." Julie lifted her head from her book. "The contract says that Lacy is supposed to be getting a cut of all the earnings that come from her transition and the resulting income. So is Carroll. Are you living up to the arrangement?" Jo's face settled into a frown. "This isn't part of that. You'll keep Carol out of this if you know what's good for you, Sister Maria." I made a mental note to dig into the money question a little further. If Jo was defensive, something shady must be happening. "I want to go out tomorrow," Jo said. "The three of us. You dress up in something sexy, Princess. Something that hugs those curves of yours you're so vain about. We'll see what draws peoples attention - your tits or the diapers you'll be wearing. A tight fitting dress will expose all your little secrets." "You dress nice, too," she said to Julie. "I know you've still got things around the house that are better than the shapeless robes you've been favoring." Julie nodded. "A nice sundress would be a treat. We were meant to take enjoyment in everything that surrounds us." That seemed to mollify Jo. "What are you going to wear?" Julie said to Jo. "I could help you pick out a nice outfit. If you insist upon a t-shirt and jeans I could still introduce a little sparkle. You deserve it." "I could help with your make-up," I said. "I'm really good at it now." "Fuck you both," Jo said, her lips drawn into a tight, disapproving line. "I don't like face paint - I'm not a clown." "Oh come on," I said. "You're not completely hopeless. Every girl does things to enhance her charms." "Charms? Are you making fun of my tits?" Her face was getting red. "He's not," Julie said. "Every woman has things that are attractive and should be emphasized." She turned on Julie. "Oh, so you're saying my tits aren't good enough to attract a man on their own? Well screw you and your floppy, over-sized udders." She got up and stomped upstairs. I looked at Julie. "Maybe she'll drop the going out thing. I won't be able to hide my embarrassment if I'm made to parade around in diapers. It's one thing to do it in the house and in front of you, but strangers? I'm scared, but I can't let her see that or it'll never stop." Julie held up her book. "A famous man once said, 'The mind is everything. What you think you become.' No one can embarrass you, Lacy, you can only embarrass yourself." # # # Jo gave me a quick inspection before we headed out to god knows where. "Skirt's short enough, heels tall enough. And you've presented just the right amount of cleavage to turn heads. I like the make-up. The bulge of the diapers beg to be gawked at if they can tear their eyes away from your tits. Jiggle for me." I bounced up and down on my toes, no easy feet with these heels on. I could feel my chest shifting with every movement. "Good girl," she said. She didn't say a thing about Julie. She looked stunning. I was still trying to get used to her hair, or lack of it, but this kind of look was sometimes seen so maybe she'd get by without any comments. I was going to attract all the bullets anyway. Jo was wearing tight fitting jeans and a flimsy t-shirt. I could clearly see the outline of her nipples and the slight swell that marked her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. I guess when you don't have much to advertise, you dress like that. As soon as I thought it, I regretted it. I got no pleasure from tearing her down. She did enough of that to herself. It shouldn't have surprised me when we pulled up to a Hooters. We were seated quickly by one of the scantily clad waitresses. It was after peak lunch hour so the place was mostly empty. A show about some college sports scandal was playing on all the large scale TVs, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention. One particularly boisterous table was occupied by six guys. They looked like escapees from a tech firm - mid- 30's and a mix of styles from GQ to nerdus maximus. They were probably a software project team working on Saturday to meet a deadline. Jo wouldn't let me see the menu, so I waited while she ordered for me. I got a diet salad and a glass of water ("he needs to focus on his figure") and she got a burger and a milkshake. Julie ordered a chicken salad sandwich and chips. The waitress gave me a knowing smile and went off to enter our selections. "I want you to drink plenty of fluids. That's what diapers are for," Jo said after our drinks arrived. I wasn't going to let that happen, so I nodded agreeably. We were just starting to eat our food when the waitress showed up with two cocktails and set them down at our table, one in front of me and the other in front of Julie. "From the boys at table four." She rolled her eyes. Apparently the boys weren't her favorite kind of customers. "I'm not drinking alcohol," Julie said and pushed her cocktail towards Jo. Jo scowled. I'm sure she was offended by being ignored by the boys of table four, and getting a hand-me-down anything from Julie was an affront as well. She aimed her bile at me. "Take a drink and let the boys know you appreciate it." I took a sip and turned toward their table and smiled. They all had wide grins and waved back. "Good gurl. That should set the hook. Now here's what I see." She was able to view the guy's table from her seat so she began detailing her analysis. "We have one queen bee - the loud kind that's' convinced he's a stud. Wears a Rolex, probably a fake, and flashes a wad that's a fifty wrapped around a bunch of ones. The guy in blue is his loyal wingman - no need to worry about him. Blondie is some kind of science nerd and doesn't get jokes and can't make conversation. He'll act detached but you could pitch a tent in his pants with the hard-on he'll be carrying. The slightly balding putz is the proverbial nice guy. Desperate to date and find a wife but so shy he couldn't ask anyone to the prom - as boring as white bread. You could make a play for the latino. He'll treat you like a lady and you don't have to worry about him becoming a stalker after the one night fuck-fest. Let's see, that leaves scratchy face with his carefully cultivated disheveled look. He's married, but that's not a binding covenant with him. In fact half of them are married but for what they want, it's no impediment." "That's cynical," Julie said. "Men are all just stereotypes to me. Nothing there that I'm interested in. Don't worry, Lacy doesn't have to fuck any of them. They just have to believe she will. As for you, if you want to take one out to car to give him a blowjob I'll give you the keys, just don't get any stains on the upholstery." Her comments were a smokescreen for her own insecurity. She was my sister and I didn't fall for her tough girl act. "What kind of guy are you looking for?" I said. "One that I can put on a leash and feed him from a bowl on the floor." "That makes you sound like Carroll, you know." She laughed. "Carroll wants to remove her pet's masculinity. I just want to depress it a little bit. They don't deserve anything better, and certainly not me." I stared at my salad, the scent of Jo's burger teasing me like the finest perfume money could buy. The waitress had returned at some point. I couldn't tell how much of the conversation she'd overheard. "Rich, our boss, says you can have a job waitressing if you want one," she told me. I could tell she thought it was a terrific joke, her boss offering a job to a beauty queen packing a secret between her legs. No doubt he wasn't in on the joke. "And you, too, once you grow your hair," she continued, smiling at Julie. "What about me?" Jo said. "Ummm, he didn't mention you. But we can always use dishwashers and cleanup crew." Jo laughed but there was pain at the root of it. Later she'd blame me for the snub and try to think up some new way to humiliate me. I was half-way through my salad when Jo muttered a warning. "Here comes queen bee." I could tell by the smell he was standing next to me without even looking. He was drenched in some guy perfume that no doubt promised success with the ladies. I switched to breathing through my mouth. "Just had to say, you two ladies are the best things in this place," said queen bee. He wasn't looking at Jo when he said it. "My friends and I were wondering if we could invite you to our table? We'd buy you another drink and just use the opportunity to get to know you better. You'd make a boring lunch into something worthwhile." Jo gave him a glare that would make ice in a desert. "I'm afraid you're out of luck. My friend Lacy has to get home soon. She's a nursing mother and this is her first day out since the baby's birth three months ago. Besides, all that sharing a table is what got her into trouble in the first place. She's very susceptible to you guys and your flattery, and I promised her mom I would shield her from those kinds of invitations. She has no need for another little one." I grimaced. She was laying it on a little thick. Who would believe something like that? "Oh, well, I'm sure Lacy is a wonderful mom. What is it?" "Boy," I answered. "Girl," Jo said at the same time. "I mean girl," I said hastily. "At that age it's hard to tell them apart." "I see. Well, Lacy, you look beautiful. You've recovered your figure very quickly. Here's my business card. It has my number on it - I'm one of the owners. I'd love to meet your little whatever sometime." "Uh, thanks," I said. I left the card where he had placed it. He headed back to his table and I could hear his friends laughing as he explained things to them. Jo grinned. "This is fun." "I think we should head home. I have to feed the baby." "Stop being so grim. You used to have a little life in you. Hell, you don't even swear anymore." "A good gurl does not use vulgar language. A good gurl knows that she is judged by what she says." I said the words without thinking about them. Carroll's propaganda audios still hadn't flushed out of my system. "Oh Christ. You are so brainwashed. Everytime you say something that starts with "a good gurl" I can almost point to the file you're quoting from." "I am not quoting. I don't listen to those things anymore. I'm only saying what I believe." "Sure. And what's your opinion on the role of a good gurl?" "A good gurl should be an ornament on the arm of her spouse, eager to please and always available." "Uh huh. I'm just saying, that's all." Jo was finally getting under my skin. "I'm fun." "Then stop being such an FGND. They're not supposed to be virginal princesses, you know." "What's an FGND?" I said. "Fucking Girl Next Door. You're playing the role too stiffly. You're boring. I bet you'd rather spend the evening at home sewing than going clubbing." I would, but I wasn't going to tell her. "You are completely wrong about me, you know." "Then prove it. Go over to the table where those guys are hanging out and give them something they'll remember for the rest of their lives." Her smile was like a red flag to a bull. "I will," I said sharply. I pulled out my phone and did a quick look up, then wrote phone numbers on two napkins. I turned to Julie. "Do something to distract them," I said. Julie didn't hesitate, God bless her. She stood up and angled across the room so she'd pass in front of their table. I didn't wait to see what she did. I scurried towards the ladies room. Once there I took off the diapers I was wearing and threw them in the trash bucket. Then I stripped out of my bra. I checked to see that my makeup and hair were serviceable. It required a quick refresh with the lipstick I carried in my clutch, and then I was ready. I came out of the ladies room and sauntered over to the boys, making sure all the important parts of my anatomy were doing their best to generate attention. The boys watched me silently as I crossed the space to their side of the dining room. "My friend can be a little overly protective," I said to queen bee. "Yeah, no problem. I didn't buy that nursing mom story. I figured she was just trying to keep us apart. You can feel the attraction, can't you. I knew you'd stop by. I'd like to take you out some time. Tonight maybe." I leaned over, resting on my palms on the table. It gave them all an excellent view down the top of my dress. It was almost comical to see how each reacted to the sight of my ample boobs. "I'll think about it," I said. I slid one of the napkins towards him and he palmed it with a satisfied little smile. "Just wanted to say thank you for the drink. I haven't had one for a while and I probably shouldn't be having one now, but a girl wants to live, you know?" I edged around the table so I was standing next to the balding putz, the one Jo didn't like because she thought he might be the nice one. What was wrong with being the nice one? I squeezed his shoulder. "You're all so cute." I leaned over so my breasts were resting on his shoulder, leaned forward a little more so they bulged up, straining to escape their confinement. He looked like he was scared to death, frozen in the headlights of an oncoming car. While everyone was staring at my boobs, I used my other hand to slip the second napkin into his pocket. He nearly jumped when he felt my hand. So much tension. "Regrets, guys. I gotta get home. Baby to feed." I straightened up, pulled the dress down off my right shoulder and gave my exposed boob a good shake. "Holy shit," wingman said. He was speaking for everyone I assumed, by all the dropping jaws I had collected. I pulled my dress back up and made a show of adjusting my boobs back into their proper place. I gave them all a broad smile and headed back to Jo and Julie, my ass a pendulum of promised delight. Jo seemed pleased. She shook her head. "Who would have believed it? You are a naughty girl." "Time to make our exit," Julie said, "before the boys get out of hand." "What did the napkin you gave to queen bee say?" Jo asked. "Just a phone number. When he calls he'll get a clinic that specializes in sexual reassignment surgery." Jo practically wet her pants she laughed so hard. "What did you do with the second napkin?" "Oh, I slipped it to one of the other guys. It says 'You're the one I really want.' And it has a phone number as well. Yours, if I'm not mistaken. You need somebody to settle down with. Boring might be just the thing for you. Oh, and I'm done with diapers as soon as the photo shoot you were talking about is over. I've got too many more important things to think about than your silly little games." I waved to the table as we exited the restaurant. Memories from mammaries - that was what I was all about these days. # # # By evening I was tired of waiting for Alicia to contact me about her competition so I sent a text. "How'd it go on Friday? Dying to hear." It took a few minutes, but a reply arrived. "Third." "Third? That's great." I couldn't help but wonder what had happened. "Not." She was being tight-lipped so I'd have to pry it out of her fact by fact and hope she didn't get too angry with me. "Details? If you'll share." "I fell. Twice." "That's not like you. We're you feeling well? Thinking about you." "Head's not in the game. Too distracted." She must be worried about the background search that Jo was conducting. Alicia was hiding from some very nasty people. "Sorry." "You should be." That didn't make sense. "Whatcha doing?" "Over at Becca's. Came for a little TLC. We're getting a pizza and going to watch a movie. Snuggling sure to follow. How was your day?" I felt a stab of intense jealousy. "Went to Hooters. Teased some idiots with my boobs. Got offered a job." She returned five smiley faces. "Becca says you should come over. I guess all that talk about your boobs has made her hot." "I'd feel out of place." Watching those two wrapped around each other and sucking tongue would drive me crazy. "Becca says not. There's room for you in her arms as well." I gasped. Not what I'd expected. I'd known Becca for a few hours, and her relationship with Alicia was more intimate than mine by miles. "What do you say?" So far all I'd heard was what Becca was proposing. She made me wait for three minutes. It shouldn't take this long. I was beginning to fidget when my phone beeped again. "I think you should come over, too." I was still wearing my dress so all I had to do was freshen up. I took special care to look my best. I debated not wearing a bra but put one on anyway. I didn't want to come across as desperate. I headed downstairs and grabbed a light jacket and my purse. "Where are you going, Princess," Jo said. She was hunched over her computer working on her little enterprise. I opened the refrigerator. Wine or beer? Beer went better with pizza so I grabbed the six bottles of Hefeweizen that Jo had recently brought home. "Out," I said. "Don't wait up." Jo began to argue but I slammed the door on her before she could reach ballistic levels. "I'm on my way," I texted. "Address?" The End of Chapter 16