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Double Penetration

Bran looked up into the faces of almost thirty upset and angry girls and briefly wondered how things had gotten to this low point. He sat in a sorority house tied up on the ground with half a sorority, reinforcements on the way, out for his blood.

He thought back on how his brother’s fraternity had sent him over to negotiate. Him. He wasn’t even a fucking brother of the fucking house and they’d sent him to do their dirty work! This was the last time he was letting Daniel pull the “remember who got that chick to pop your eighth-grade cherry…?”

Of course, things hadn’t been quite how they had described. Bran had been led to believe that things would go smoothly; all he had to do was ensure that several disposable cameras with sensitive pictures of several sorority girls would be returned with their film intact for the return of a stack of sex tapes the fraternity had been creating.

When he had arrived to negotiate, he’d been jumped and tied up with what looked and felt like bondage gear. Black, frizzy rope wound around him all over, leaving his arms tied uncomfortably behind his back and his left leg curled up like he was sitting on his knees. He grunted as a foot prodded him for an answer.

“Who the fuck told you it was okay to come here without proof that you’re gonna make good on what you say? Do you think we’re stupid?” the apparent chapter president asked impatiently.

“The fuck is wrong with you?! What proof?!” Bran snapped back.

The girl didn’t look pleased with his answer. “The cameras, asshat!” she shouted.

“Well how can I go get the cameras if I’m tied the fuck up?! Nobody told me I was supposed to bring them today!” Bran was fuming mad. There were two girls looking through his wallet in front of him on top of the fact that the chapter president was berating him like he was some kind of idiot for walking into a clearly unstable situation.

She rubbed her face with her hand in an exasperated gesture. “I knew we should’ve just sent Tracy. My god, this is just never-ending with these guys.”

Bran managed to get one of his hands loose from the rope and worked his forearm out of his messy bindings as the girls spun off into a different conversation and the room got rather noisy all at once. Bran noticed that the attention was no longer on him for the moment.

The girl with his wallet tossed it into his lap and he cringed as an undue amount of pain from his anatomy flared up. This was getting on his last nerve. Getting tied up was one thing; getting hit in the nuts was another. He pushed his legs out with everything he had in him, and surprisingly, the rope loosened completely around one of them. He raised his knee to his chest and then kicked out again, feeling the rope slacken around him.

Spurred on, he wrenched his arm free and most of the rope fell away from him as everything loosened. He figured that this was his only chance and decided to bolt for the open front door. He grabbed his wallet and almost leapt the distance from the living room wall to the door, surprising everyone in the room and riling up the little terrier that one of the girls kept here.

He rounded through the doorway and almost took out a sister coming into the house with grocery bags in her hands. Narrowly missing her, he bounded off the front porch and skipped the steps entirely. By now, the girls were starting to pile out of the house after him with shouts and orders being raised all at once. Bran hit the ground and something pulled tight around his shins. Almost immediately, his legs came out from under him as if someone had pulled his ankles over his head behind him.

He fell face first into the yard and slammed his head against the ground. Stars flashed before his eyes and pushed himself to his knees woozily, looking toward his car down the street. A glance back at the house let him see what had caught his legs.

The black rope around him was almost completely unwound now, and several girls were sitting on top of it in a pile of tangled limbs, having stepped on it and been thrown off their feet as it came out from under them. Unfortunately for the recent hostage, that same effect had pulled his own feet out from under him. Bran kicked his legs free and got to his feet, heading toward his car as fast as he could hobble with a throbbing skull. The terrier barking from behind him didn’t help his head.

Fortunately, the trip-up at the door had most of the girls trying to get around their friends and off the porch. Another sister that had been outside blocked Bran’s way, and he did his best to shove her aside without outright hurt her. Even given the shittiness of the situation, he wouldn’t just punch a girl in the face unless his life was actually threatened.

Still, she grabbed at his shirt and her nails tore it most of the way around as she caught skin. Bran just pushed through it and took the pain, sprinting blindly across the street. If he got hit by a car, the sorority would be paying for it.

He made it across kaynarca escort the street with enough of a lead to get to his car without having to kick someone off his door. He shoved the key into the ignition and his Forerunner cranked to life with a roar. He shifted into reverse and something landed in his passenger seat with a jungle.

He didn’t look at it as he turned around in his seat and reversed as fast as he could to get the hell away from the cul-de-sac the sorority house was located in. Nearly getting T-boned by a minivan on his way out, he floored it down the street and checked his rearview almost ten times before he called things clear.

Something from his right started breathing heavily and he looked over into his passenger seat to find the terrier from the house sitting there, wagging his tail and panting like nothing was wrong. Bran almost stopped the car and screamed.

He decided to just go back to his house and sort everything out there. Fuck, this was too much to deal with! What the fuck was that all about at the house anyway?! Bran ran his hand through his hair and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

From the other seat, the terrier barked out at the couple walking on the sidewalk, feet up on the edge of the window and tail wagging back and forth like a light-speed pendulum. Bran quickly realized why the dog was here. He thought he was going for a ride. It helped his mood just a little to know that at least one of them was having a good day so far.

– Theta Kappa Kappa Sorority House –

Karen put her face in her hand and growled unceremoniously as the sisters who’d gotten hurt falling down the steps were helped into the house. She went over the current situation in her head for a few moments before just giving up on how fucked they were right now.

They’d let the frat guy get away, and now he’d taken-

“Where’s Toby?” Ellen asked from the yard. “C’mere Toby! C’mere boy! Toby!”

“Ellen,” Karen said. “He took Toby. He’s with that guy now.”

“What?!” the sister shrieked in disbelief. Karen could already see the tears starting to well up in the brunette’s eyes. “He…” She outright started crying before she could even finish what she was going to say, and several sisters hurried over to bring her out of it.

God, she loved that yappy little mutt like he was her baby. Given, he was absolutely adorable and she’d trained him pretty well. Well enough to stay at the house while Ellen was away and not be trouble for the sisters. Usually he stayed with the treasurer Helen in her room, but sometimes he’d wander around the house and get attention from the sisters.

Right now though, he was a hostage for the fraternity, Pi Gamma Epsilon.

Karen pulled herself together and put on a strong front for the sisters as she walked back into the house and gathered up the sorority for a battle strategy.

“How the fuck are we gonna get Toby back?” one of the sisters asked. The entire room fell into upheaval as almost fifty voice rose in clamor over what to do or who was going to do it or how to handle the situation. Karen was already not liking the prospect of having to get the cameras and save Toby from his potential mistreatment or exploitation at the frat house.

“Guys…” Karen had to shout to get anyone to hear her at all. It didn’t quite work, so she put her hands around her mouth and tried again. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

That did the trick.

The room fell silent and all eyes turned to the president, who felt she had a remarkable way of getting the attention of an entire room with less than ten words. Sighing, she laid out a rudimentary plan to get their dog back and get back at the frat house.

“So here’s the deal. We’ve got a missing dog and cameras that need to be traded for. Thing is, we only have a few tapes left to trade with. How I see it is we get to trade the tapes for either Toby or the cameras, ’cause they’re assholes over there and they have leverage now. We need leverage too. What can we get?”

“Well,” Helen offered. “We know that guy’s last name at least. And what he looks like.”

Karen nodded. “So we’ve got his identity. What else do we have? How can we get at these guys? Think girls.” The entire group went into brainstorming out loud, and the situation devolved quickly into little groups talking amongst themselves for a solution. Nothing really seemed to stick until someone suggested that they just try to make a trade with the Fletcher guy and not the entire fraternity.

“Say that again.”

“We might be able to get him to give Toby back if we, like, bribe him or something? You know? Like, go over to the house and talk to him alone and see what he wants for Toby. That way we don’t have to deal with the whole frat house.”

“Great!” Karen exclaimed. “Okay, so how do we bribe a frat boy?”

“Beer?” someone suggested. The entire house laughed at the reality that beer might be the answer, given that it was a frat boy they were talking orhanlı escort about.

“Sex,” someone else said.

“Sex.”

“Yeah, sex.”

“Sex.”

“Sex is always the answer.”

Karen nodded in agreement with her sisters. “Sex it is then. So, now we just have to pick who has sex with him.”

There was dead, uncomfortable silence throughout the entire house as it dawned on the sorority all at once that one of them was going to be a whore for a night. They all looked at each other nervously and tried not to think about if they were the one to go.

Karen looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. “Great. So…I guess we do this by drawing straws or something, right?” Again, she was met by silence.

“I’ll go make the cards,” Dedra, the vice-president said.

Once the bowl of pieces of paper were cut up and sorted out, each sister, including the cabinet members to keep things entirely fair, picked one out from the bowl and sat back down around the living room until everyone was done.

All at once, Karen had them open their pieces of paper. She gave a mental sigh in relief as hers read ‘NO’ in big letters across the folded slip of paper. From across the living room, she heard whimper and everyone turned to see who had been the unlucky girl to be chosen.

Tara.

Tara the back-woods, country, down to earth Georgian who’d gotten into the sorority because she was one of the nicest people anyone had ever met. As the girl’s face turned bright red, Karen felt sorry for her. Given the history between the two Greek entities at war, she was going to get a rough night at the frat house.

“Y’all pray for me, please,” she said, standing up. Her considerable bosom bobbed up and down as she went upstairs to get changed, head hung low. While Karen didn’t want to see any of her sisters go into the jaws of Hell itself, Tara was arguably one of the hottest girls on campus and would definitely be able to get Toby back.

Even so, the president couldn’t help but feel a little bit responsible for the entire mess they were in with Toby. Maybe it would be better for her to go instead. She’d slept with enough guys to make casual sex basically meaningless. But the unfortunate reality was that if they didn’t start out with their best foot forward, they might lose their chance to get him back at all. She really didn’t want to, but if it was for a sister…

“Helen, if she has any second thoughts,” Karen started, sending the treasurer upstairs with Tara. “I’m going instead.”

“Prez…”

Karen hardened her stare as much as she could to look intimidating. “I mean any second thoughts.”

“Okay,” was all Helen could say before going upstairs to catch the busty blonde.

– Bran’s House –

Bran pushed the front door open with his foot and cradled the terrier in his arms as best he could while he walked in. The damn dog had nearly jumped out of the fucking car to chase some tail! Bran sure as hell wasn’t going to let go of the mutt until the door was closed and locked.

He slammed the door with his shoulder and then set the dog on the ground. Immediately, the spotted canine put his nose to the floor and his tail between his legs, sniffing around uncomfortably. Bran guessed he wasn’t used to being outside of his own house, so he left him to his own business.

“Hey Roger, you home?”

Roger answered from the game room, “Yeah, what’s up? D’you bring home the pizza?”

Bran groaned. “Fuck man, I forgot. I’ll go get it.” He turned around to leave, but heard footsteps coming up the hallway. Roger appeared with a pizza box in hand.

“Nah, I’m- whoa, the fuck happened to you?” Roger set the pizza box down and pulled out his phone. He snapped a picture as Bran’s expression went sour.

“A sorority full of angry girls, that’s what,” he answered. He looked himself over to find his left forearm red from rope burn and blood sticking his shirt to his side. It was ripped half way down the side and needed to be thrown out now.

“Best caption ever,” Roger said as he fiddled with his phone for a few seconds and then took another picture. “Now take your shirt off. Melissa’s gonna want raw pics next.”

Bran walked to the bathroom, pushing his roommate aside. “Dude, fuck you. Your girlfriend’s fetishes can wait. Aw man, they fuckin’ went cat woman on me!”

As Bran got the alcohol to clean his side with, Roger brought the pizza in with the sorority dog close behind. “So, who’s dog?” he asked.

“Fuck if I know, man,” Bran answered as he took off his shirt and got another picture taken. He grabbed the cotton balls from under the sink and poured alcohol all over one. “He just jumped in my car when I left. I don’t know what the fuck to do with him.”

“You can’t take him back?” Roger asked sincerely.

Bran rubbed his side clean and ran the last cotton ball over his arm just to be sure it was alright. It stung like Hell. He glared down at the dog and made a face at tepeören escort it. The dog practically ignored him to stare at the pizza box in Roger’s hand.

“You have no idea man, that fucking place is a warzone. I’m not going back until somebody comes with me. I don’t care if I need Seal Team Six; I need backup.” Bran took off his shorts and Roger snapped another picture.

“It’s for Melissa, dude, don’t worry.”

“Seriously Roger, Melissa’s “lols” and “omgs” can wait. I’m about to take a shit,” Bran replied.

Roger was unmoved. “My statement still stands.”

“Fuck off dude,” the injured roommate said while trying to hold back a chuckle. He got into the shower and threw his boxers over the shower curtain.

“You shit in the shower?” Roger asked cheekily.

Bran turned on the water and hid under the range of the showerhead until the water was warm. “My statement still stands.” Satisfied with enough banter, Roger closed the door for Bran and let him take a long, hot shower.

Afterwards, he found the dog sitting on the couch in the living room looking at the pizza box on the table in the kitchen. Bran sat down next to him after getting his half of the pizza and turned on the PlayStation.

While he watched a movie, he fed the dog the crusts from his pizza. Apparently, that won him some brownie points because the terrier curled up in his lap after the third one and after the fourth he flipped over to have his belly rubbed.

Now that he wasn’t being a pain in the ass, the dog, whose collar said ‘Toby’, wasn’t that bad of a critter. He didn’t bark much and he was pretty calm as far as small animals went. Bran had fully expected Toby to be running around in circles and destroying everything in sight. It was a pretty welcome surprise to have him not be a problem.

“So, how’s dog-sitting coming?” asked Roger as he went into the kitchen.

Bran shrugged. “Not bad, actually. He’s a pretty chill guy.”

“Bitchin’!” Roger exclaimed. Bran gave him a look that asked what was up with his response, and Roger raised a to-go box of Buffalo Wild Wings. “We’ve still got leftovers from Sunday. But yeah, he seems pretty chill.” Roger threw his food into the microwave and sat down next to Bran when he was done.

“Watch your food though. He seems pretty serious about it,” Bran warned, prompting Roger to raise the box close to his face as he ate.

“So, while I’ve got CoD paused, what exactly went on at that house?”

Bran rolled his eyes. “What makes you so interested now? Does Melissa want all the dirty details?”

“Fuck no, man. I wanna know how you got a whole sorority to hate you in one day.”

Bran recounted in his head the events leading up to his encounter with the sorority. With a sigh, he let his head roll back and looked at the ceiling.

“Okay, so my brother called me this morning and asked me to go to the sorority house to pick something up. It’ll be fine, he said. Nothing to worry about. Just some politics getting done. You’re just the middle man.” He paused and tried not to think about how much he wanted to punch his brother in the face.

“Okay…?” Roger urged him on.

“So I get there, and they ask me what I want, and I told them I was there for the fraternity. And the next thing I know there’s fifty fuckin’ girls pushing me from every direction and somebody get the absolutely fabulous idea that they should tie me up! Then they throw me against the fucking wall and steal all my shit, yell at me for ten minutes and then basically forgot I was even there.”

“What, were they arguing over who got to suck your dick?” Roger joked. “Sorority full of horny girls can’t keep a lid on that forever, y’know.”

“If I were that lucky I’d have a girl in my lap instead of a dog. God, that fucking place was Hell on earth, I swear. I’ve never seen more PMS in my life.”

“So you got tied up. Then what happened?”

Bran paused again to think. “Somehow I kicked myself free and bolted for the door for my life. I got out and half way across the yard the ground meets me at what approaches the speed of light. Fuck, I thought I was gonna die. After that, I got up and some bitch did this to me.” He raised his left arm to put emphasis on the raw scratches on his ribs. “I sprinted my ass off down the street, jumped in the Forerunner, and got the fuck out of there. And somewhere in there, this fucking guy hops in with me.”

Roger scratched Toby’s belly, causing the little terrier to kick his leg enthusiastically for a while.

“Well, unless you wanna keep him, I guess you should go to the frat bros and see if you can get them to return the dog. Other than that though, cool story to tell the kids once you find Miss Juggnificent.”

“Fuck Daniel. I’m not asking him shit.” As if he knew the conversation had shifted to him, Toby rolled over and placed his paws on Alex’s chest. He licked the wounded college student’s face with his tail wagging back and forth like a windshield wiper.

“Then take him home.”

Bran gave Roger an incredulous look. “They know who I am. They know what my car looks like. They think I stole their dog. Do you honestly think that if I go back up there that they’ll just let me walk away?”

Betrayed Ch. 07

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Chapter Seven: The Eighth Level?

Angie kept my arm locked in hers, preventing any attempt at escape. We caught a cab back to my place. She was even more appreciative of it than Dianna had been.

“Girlfriend, you live like a queen!” she exuded.

Realizing what she had just said, she giggled.

“Oops! Well, you know what I mean.”

She made a beeline for the master bedroom. Her practiced eye did not miss the jewelry armoire or vanity. She nodded her approval, checking my dresser drawers, one by one, noting the lingerie and Dianna’s corset. She moved on to the vanity, nodding her head and smiling at the MAC products, then stepped to the armoire. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the diamond-and-ruby pieces.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” she exclaimed slowly.

I knew what she was implying and nodded my head. She exhaled loudly, then moved on to the closet. She stood silently, taking in the suede suit, the red sequined gown – and the coat. She shut the door silently, then turned to face me.

“Well,” she observed, “it’s not as extensive as I would have guessed, but Jesus….”

Her last word came out almost in a whisper.

“I’m kinda new to this,” I admitted. “That’s why my wardrobe is so limited.”

“Define ‘new’,” she interrogated.

“Uh, this past weekend?”

“Two days?” she questioned. “Wow, you’re just a cherry at this.”

“Um, not…exactly…” I corrected.

Her eyes bulged. Then she smiled a Cheshire smile.

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she smirked. “I was right about you, Lisa. You do know how to use it when the time comes. We are going to become very, very close friends…”

“But, Angie, I can’t…”

“…and no one in the office will ever have to know our secret – if I don’t want them to. Now, Lisa, I want you to get dressed for me. As much as I might want to see you in that red sequined number, I think the suede will be fine for now.”

I stripped off my male attire, swapped the pink panties for the freshly-washed lavender bra and panty set, then slipped my boobs into my bra. Angie re-tightened the corset’s laces, cinching them down as far as they would go – crushing the breath from me. She also directed me to swap out my suntan stockings for a jet-black pair.

I professed my relative lack of skill at applying makeup. My captor insisted on doing my ‘look’ for me, right down to re-applying my eyelashes and fingernails. During the course of our makeup session, she was delighted to discover my prosthetic male eyebrows, peeling them away in a flash, then penciling in the dramatic high, thin arches I had affected all weekend. Angie was doubly delighted to discover my camouflaged ear piercings. She pursed her lips and shook her head expressively.

“You are just full of surprises, Lisa,” she intoned mirthfully. “It really must kill you to have to hide all this just to come to work. Just looking at how beautiful you can be, and knowing how drab you have to be to get by in your stifling male persona is killing me.”

When her task was complete, my face did not present the full-blown drag/stage look my girlfriends had given me Saturday night. Still, it reflected a dramatic/exotic Latina flair, right down to the dark claret outline of my lips with the more vibrant red filler, all covered with a coat of shimmering gloss. I could not detect a shred of difference in the look and feel of my glamour-length crimson talons from what they had been all weekend. Under Angie’s direction, I re-applied my jewelry, then spritzed myself with perfume.

“Looking good, Girlfriend,” she assured me. “Now, let’s see it with the hair. Wait a sec; let me work with it first.”

When Dianna and I had decided to keep the wig, we had picked up a professional wig block, styling brush and pick and, of course, hairspray (“A showgirl’s best friend, Sweetheart,” Dianna had claimed). Angie now attacked my shimmering mane with the latter three. In less time than I thought possible, she had ‘pumped up the volume’ – literally as well as figuratively – to compliment the dramatic flair of my makeup.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she crowed, then paused and winked. “I’m also a secretary. Now, let’s get this puppy on you, Sweetie. I can’t wait to see.”

The elastic mesh cap went over my head first, holding my own longish locks in place. Angie carefully positioned the wig as Mimi had done, cinching the elastic Velcro tabs in back. I then did a credible job mimicking my friends’ efforts to anchor my new mane to my own hair with bobby pins. Angelina’s smiling face was next to mine, meeting my gaze in the vanity mirror.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured. “Now put on the shoes. I want to see The Strut.”

My heart was pounding, but no longer from apprehension. I was into it now. I slipped my feet into the mules. The skyscraper stilettos arched my legs, thrust out my boobs and tush, and made me feel invincible. hastane porno I conjured up a mental image of Dianna flowing across a room in that effortless way she did. Then, I willed my body to emulate her.

“Oh… YEAH!” the lovely Latina extolled. “Girrrl, that is pure poetry in motion. Two days, my ass! You were born for this. I’m gonna have to work hard just to keep up.”

The excitement – and champagne – had caught up with me.

“Angie,” I pleaded, “I hate to break up this mutual aberration society, but I really have to pee.”

She laughed, nodded, then sat down at my vanity.

“You go ahead, Sweetie,” she encouraged. “I’m gonna take advantage of this fabulous collection of cosmetics and touch up my face.”

While I was doing my business, I sorted out the tangle of emotions from the afternoon. Once I had gotten over the initial shock of discovery and Angie’s blackmail, the whole thing had been an incredible turn-on. I could not deny I had always been attracted to my beautiful secretary; now, more than ever. She had given every indication she felt the same way. Where was she going with this? My instincts told me we were this was going to be more than a casual get-together.

Was this being unfaithful to Dianna? No; she had told me there would be times she would not be able to tell me in advance about having sex with a man. She would share it with me later, when she saw me again. I could do the same now, and everything would be all right. Would Dianna be as jealous of me having sex with a GG as she had been about my ‘date’ with Daniel? Would Angie want to penetrate me as Dianna did – in this case, using a dildo? I wanted to be prepared….

The bathroom was fully-equipped; whirlpool tub, separate shower stall, double sink. toilet – and bidet. When I had toured the place, I thought it was a quaint appendage that would sit forlornly in the corner, forever unused. Now…. The sensation of being thoroughly cleansed by the powerful jet of water was stimulating and unnerving at the same time. My insides tingled from the experience, not to mention the anticipation of what was to come. During my stay in the bathroom, I swore I heard my companion’s voice, talking to… someone.

In my absence, Angie’s ‘touch-up’ had rendered her face and hair as dramatic as my own. She beamed at me as I emerged from the bathroom and held out her hand to me.

“Ready?” she asked.

Déjà vu.

“For…?” I reiterated.

“A celebration!” Angie gushed. “The cab will be here in a few minutes. There is no way two zorras like us are gonna sit at home, looking like this. I want all of Chicago to see us tonight. I have never felt so alive!”

I had to admit; I felt the same way. I gathered up my suede clutch, added cash, my Driver’s License (embarrassing if I had to show it, but at least it was legal), perfume, compact, and another tube of K-Y. Angie noted the lubricant, as well as the condoms already in the purse, and beamed.

“Planning on getting lucky tonight, Girlfriend?” she cooed.

“The thought crossed my mind,” I admitted coyly.

Angie winked.

“You just might be right,” she ventured. “I’m really turned on right now and you are so hot! This keeps getting better and better.”

The cab ride was short, depositing us in front of Ruth’s Chris Steak House on Dearborn. Well, okay; the bar is kinda nice and I might be hungry enough for a small filet later, but…. Angie wrapped my arm in hers and hurried us inside to escape the evening chill. We made our way into the bar. I was musing to myself how long it had been since I had a really good frozen strawberry margarita. My first had been with Susan, at Fat Tuesday’s in Key West. You remember those historic firsts in your life: your first kiss, your first date, your first love… your first full-blown coronary seizure. There, seated at the bar, were Rob Nelson and Jim Grant!

“If we turn around right now,” I murmured to my companion, “and leave the way we came, they might not notice us.”

Angie pouted.

“What fun would that be?”

“But you said no one from the office had to know!” I cried.

“If I didn’t want them to,” she corrected. “Be nice and you will be fine. I was asked out for a special occasion tonight – and I’m not about to say ‘no’ to our bosses. They asked me to bring a friend for a foursome. I can’t think of any girlfriend I would rather have by my side tonight – or one more perfect. Let’s go, Mija!”

She tightened her grip on my arm and pulled me forward.

“Angie!” Rob beamed. “You made it in record time. Was traffic that light?”

My girlfriend shook her head, beaming her most radiant smile.

“Nothing to it,” she chirped. “We were just over by North Pier. We actually waited longer for the cab to arrive than it took to get here. Rob, Jim, may I introduce my girlfriend, Lisa….”

It suddenly occurred hemşire porno to us both she had never asked my femme last name.

“…L-Layne,” I stammered, lucky to find voice at all. “P-pleased to meet you both.”

I extended a trembling hand in their direction. Both men were off their stools in a flash. Jim shook my hand with a gentle touch – as a man would shake a woman’s hand. Rob turned my hand over and kissed the back of it. He stood transfixed, staring into my eyes as though turned to stone. Jim just grinned at his partner’s distress. At last, Rob shook his head as if clearing it.

“I’m sorry,” he intoned, embarrassed. “Where are my manners? It was rude of me to st…. I mean, I couldn’t help mys…. Damn, Angelina, you were right. She is absolutely captivating.

Okay, that helped a little. I was still shaking like a leaf in a Force Five Nor’easter.

“You poor girl!” Rob stated compassionately. “Why don’t you women ever wear coats? You look great, but even if you take a warm cab, you can catch your death of cold getting into or out of it.”

“When some nice Sugar Daddy buys me a fur,” Angie hinted, “I’ll even wear it in July.”

“Consider it done, Baby Doll,” Jim breezed. “Call it a ‘perk’ of your new position.”

“Angie is getting a… promotion?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” Rob replied with a grin, “for services rendered. Didn’t she tell you? We will announce it officially to the whole company tomorrow. She is coming upstairs to become an Executive Personal Assistant. That’s part of the reason for our celebration tonight.”

“Um, congratulations,” I offered lamely.

“Thank you, Sweetie,” she responded sprightly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

I wished she would stop dropping hints like that. So far, they didn’t seem to realize who I was. As long as they didn’t, I might still have a job the next morning. I gathered up all my courage.

“Well,” I observed, “if this is a celebration, perhaps we should have a drink. Would it be too much trouble to order me a frozen strawberry margarita? Make it the big one; I need it.”

Ten minutes later, I was already half-way through the frosty, forty-eight ounce concoction. It went down so easily! After all, it was just a big Slurpee – with about a gallon of Cuervo. The others were sipping leisurely at their cocktails. There had been not a single untoward comment or reference, regarding me. The two executives, particularly Rob, were actually warming to me as they would to any attractive woman. Fortified with liquid courage, I was beginning to respond in kind.

“So, uh, Mr. Nelson,” I began.

“Lisa, please call me Rob,” he interrupted. “This isn’t office hours and ‘Mr. Nelson’ is way too formal for the occasion – and present company.”

“Okay…Rob,” I corrected myself. “I just wanted to express my personal pleasure in your choice of promoting my friend Angie. I know she deserves it and she will be a valuable asset to you and Mr… uh, Jim.”

“Thank you, Lisa,” Bob responded. “Angie’s promotion is richly deserved. The men in the Major Trades Group give her rave reviews, particularly Lance Layton. Perhaps Angie has mentioned him to you? She thinks the world of him.”

I stiffened – hopefully imperceptibly – at the mention of my alter ego, nodding my assent.

“Lance is the real reason we are celebrating tonight,” Rob continued. “He really put us on the map today. He’s the best of the best, and loyal to the core. Did you know he threatened to quit, and take his whole group with him, because some blue nose in Employee Relations got a bug up her ass about Angie’s sartorial splendor? He was willing to piss away a six-figure income, plus stock options, for his secretary’s honor. I wish all my people had that level of personal integrity. Jim and I have been wracking our brains all afternoon, trying to decide on a suitable reward. Angelina has even offered a suggestion or two, haven’t you Angie?”

She smiled from behind pursed lips and nodded. Her eyes twinkled.

“From what I hear,” Rob went on, “Angie is lucky to have a good friend like you. Your unselfish support of her career advancement is just one more indication of that. The truth is, she won’t be working for us.”

“She… won’t?” I asked haltingly. “Then who will she be working for?”

“Our Executive Vice-President,” Jim answered.

“Really?” I questioned with genuine confusion. “Angie never mentioned you had one. Who is it?”

The two men looked at each other – and grinned.

“Why, you of course,” Bob stated matter-of-factly. “Dear Lady, after your performance this morning, you could write your own ticket anywhere on LaSalle Street. I’ll do anything I have to do to keep you.”

He gazed at me with a whole lot more than professional interest.

“Anything. Anyone who can make us one hundred fifty-seven million dollars and change hikaye porno in the morning, then show up that same evening, looking like a supermodel for her date with me, deserves her chair in the Executive Suite.”

My internal clock may have been a little off, due to the effects of stress and alcohol. As nearly as I can figure it, about one-point-five seconds elapsed between the time Rob uttered those words and I sensed the first taste of bile in my throat. Strawberry-flavored bile is not cute.

“‘Scuse me,” I barked, even as I was bolting for the bathroom door.

As I dashed away, I thought I heard Rob inquire: “Was it something I said?”

The First Commandment states: “Thou shalt worship no god before Me.”

Fine; I won’t burn in Hell as long as God is a porcelain throne.

***

I heard her voice directly behind me as I knelt.

“Sweetie? Are you all right?”

“Never better,” I gasped. “Purging is ‘in’ these days. With the right spin, I may make the cover of next week’s People.”

I felt her right arm wrap gently around my tummy as I coughed. Her left hand held my forehead. No one had performed that simple, loving act for me since my mother. I adored Angie at that moment – even as I despised every fiber of her being.

“What did I ever do,” I wheezed, fighting for breath, “to make you hate me so much?”

“Huh?”

My stomach finally decided it had done enough somersaults. My breathing returned to normal. I got to my feet, turned around, lowered the seat, and collapsed on it.

“You set me up,” I cried. “You outed me – to our employers! I’m done in this town. I’ll be lucky if I can get a job trading baseball cards in Buffalo. Why, Angie? Why?”

She just stared at me as though I had sprouted a third eye in the middle of my forehead.

“Excuse me?” she exclaimed indignantly. “Did I set you up? Of course! How else could I have gotten you here under these circumstances? As for the rest, were we sitting at the same table a moment ago? I could have sworn I heard Rob Nelson offer you a Vice-Presidency. How, exactly, does that classify you as ‘done in this town’?”

“By this time tomorrow, everyone in the company will be convinced I’m some kind of freak!”

The raven-haired Latina continued to stare. The corners of her mouth twitched a bit, then curled upwards.

“Oh,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Is that all?”

Angie reached down, hiked my skirt up around my hips, then slipped off my panties. My damn clitty, not understanding how indignant I was about what my companion had done to me, sprang to full, painful attention. My companion then unzipped and wriggled out of her own tight skirt – she wasn’t wearing panties – straddled my thighs, then slowly sank onto my lap, impaling herself on my rigid rod. Her eyes momentarily glazed over. She trembled and gasped a sigh of contentment as I filled her drenched pussy.

“Mija,” she intoned, “you need a reality check. You are a freak. Your instincts have consistently made our company profitable and you a valuable asset, when the other traders guess wrong as much as they guess right. That makes you a freak. Today, your instincts caught the commodities market flat-footed, made this company a ton of money, and likely positioned it as the premiere commodities brokerage in this city, if not the country. That makes you a freak. In spite of it all, you are the most intelligent, kind, loyal, funny, down-to-earth man I have ever met, working in a world of arrogant alpha assholes. That makes you a freak. If that isn’t enough, you are also the most drop-dead gorgeously-feminine man in this whole damn city. It goes without saying how freaky that is.

“I could have any man in this city. Do you doubt that? Don’t! All I have to do is wiggle my cute, curvaceous ass, and he would be all mine! I know how the game is played and I don’t mind fucking my way to the top. I’ve already had Jim Grant – often. I don’t love him, but he’s a great lay, and it doesn’t hurt to get in good with the guys who can make your career. I’m gonna have him again tonight, too – and you are gonna have Rob Nelson.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, which Jim revealed to me over ‘pillow talk’. The reason Rob never got married has nothing to do with the long hours he puts in on the job. He is gay – and has an industrial-strength Jones for beautiful T-girls. When I saw you like this, I couldn’t wait to put you two together. Did I ‘set you up’? You bet your sweet ass I did – and for good reason! Now, you may have ‘missed the memo’ a few minutes ago, but he was hard as a rock the moment he saw you. He wants you so bad, I can taste it. You heard him; he will do ‘anything’ to keep you. What he really meant was, he will do anything to have you.

“Do you deserve this Vice-Presidency on your own merits? Of course you do! Is that enough – in our world? Sweetie, we are not gonna leave anything to chance. Here is what you and I are going to do. We are going to pull ourselves together, fix our faces, fluff up our hair, then go out and make nice with our dates. We are going to enjoy our dinner, laugh at their jokes, flirt with them, then let human nature and hormones do the rest.