The House of Fabulous
Keywords: The, Fabulous, House, of,
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She didn"t bother with strapless bra at least, folding it up and sliding it into her purse.
"I"ll go get the car and wait for you downstairs."
Before I could react, she smiled and tossed open the bedroom door while I still found myself prone on the bed in nylons, panties and a corset, my penis still hanging out in the open.
I jumped up, reaching for my dress off the floor to cover up, but thankfully, there was no one waiting in the hallway, as I had feared. I took five quick steps across the room and secured the bedroom door again before stepping into the bathroom to check out my own appearance. Julie still looked great but I was just the opposite, showing the signs of wear and tear from the evening. I opened up my purse and took out the cosmetics that Kate had given me earlier in the day and added a touch of base and powder, replacing the red lipstick I was sure I had left on Julie only moments earlier. After those few touches, my eyes largely unaffected more than the slight bags under the tired orbits, I was as ready and presentable as I could get. I ran my fingers through the wig to give it a little body and slipped into the summer dress I had arrived in over eight hours earlier, working my way up the buttons until I reached the top.
"You"re as ready as you"re going to get." I said to the reflection in the mirror.
I loaded the makeup back in my purse, tossed it over my shoulder, placed the folded uniform on the bed and stepped from the bathroom and back into my shoes. I flicked off the bathroom and bedroom lights and opened the locked door finding the hallway still quietly deserted.
I was downstairs and into the foyer before I encountered anyone. It was a member of the valet staff, one I hadn"t seen before, who opened the door at my approach. He nodded as I stepped out, not knowing I was really just a member of the hired help and smiled as I passed by. I managed to hold his stare for only a moment, my mind seeing in his smile that he was somehow privy to what had just transpired in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Before I could shake it off as nonsense, my eyes broke off and turned away towards the white Cadillac that was waiting in the semicircular drive along with a few others. As I approached the car, one of the valets stepped up and opened the door. I thanked him, climbing in, but didn"t look up to see if his face looked familiar. Before I could even work the seat belt latch closed, the top strap negotiating it"s way across the landscape of my chest, Julie had the car in gear and we were pulling back out onto the street.
"Quite an evening!" she said, beaming.
"I won"t soon forget it." I countered, offering a weak smile.
She was smiling now too, interpreting that to mean our noisy interlude upstairs but I meant the entire evening"s events from arriving, serving hundreds, catching teenage voyeurs spying on Christa and Terry to my time with Julie.
She seemed happy despite the growing feelings of guilt on my part so I just kept the true meaning to myself. In a way I was pleased with having pleasured her and she seemed to be riding a high. Whether or not that had anything to do with me I wasn"t entirely sure and didn"t really care. The evening was a success as far as I was concerned, running through the short list of things that I had hoped to accomplish. One, pass for a woman just trying to do a decent job and two, do a job competently enough to pass for someone who did it regularly.
Not much to ask, but trying to make a silk purse of out of what I considered myself to be, a sow"s ear as it were, was largely due to the Kate"s talents and not my own although I had to give myself a lot of credit.
It had been a long day and I was looking forward to going to bed. I would easily fall asleep tonight and as long as the trio wasn"t naughty in the same bed in which I was lie, I would be none the wiser about anything had happened between them tonight.
But it didn"t appear that my agenda was going to occur as smoothly as I planned because Julie rolled down the boulevard and right passed our street. I was going to point it out when she kicked on the blinker and proceeded into the parking lot of our local Mexican restaurant, a family owned, no brand name, place that actually served a decent meal. Julie didn"t turn around though, navigating the large automobile into a parking spot and switched off the car.
"I"m feeling wide awake now and want to get a drink and some good chips and salsa before we go back." She offered, wondering if I was willing to play along.
"No one has better chips and salsa." I assured her. "Chili con queso is to die for."
She smiled, knowing I was beat but was willing to go along. We didn"t frequent the place but I knew I would recognize a lot of the staff. By this time of the night, I didn"t care if they recognized me or not I thought, but when Julie exited the car and I popped open my door, I could feel my heart start to beat a little stronger. As we strolled towards the door I could see my approaching reflection in the darkened glass of the front door, the harsh parking lot lights flooding over us. I was half-asleep and my mind had given up concentrating on my feminine presentation, the truck driver swagger had returned.
There were few windows in the front of the restaurant and I was sure that with Julie walking between them and me I wouldn"t be noticed. I tossed a few brain cells to the task and pulled in my elbows, concentrating again on trying to step one foot more in front of the other and swinging my hips more than normal. It felt like I was overdoing it a touch but before I could work it out we were already being seating at our booth where I collapsed. It was approaching 12:45 a.m. and with the exception of the ever-busy bar, we were more or less alone.
Our server approached the table and appeared genuinely happy that she finally had someone to wait on this late in her shift instead of finding busy work preparing for tomorrow. It was nice being the one on the receiving end of some service, especially this late in the day. I recognized her but hadn"t been seated in her section before.
"Hello ladies. What can I get you?"
"Two strawberry margaritas, chips, hot salsa and chili con queso please." Julie said, ordering for both of us.
This had been only the second time Stacy had eaten out. I normally didn"t like to be pinned down in one place such as a restaurant. Feel uncomfortable and you couldn"t just walk away and by sitting there you would be under the scrutiny of anyone interested. For my birthday last year Christa informed me that we were going out to dinner and I could choose the place. Before selecting, however, the name of my favorite steakhouse on the tip of my tongue, she informed me that she would be dining with Stacy. That changed my choice as I selected a dark, romantic restaurant that had high-backed booths, perfect for hiding out. That was fine with Christa since it was one of her favorites. Once seated though, she knew immediately why I had selected it. It was tough just going out as Stacy so she relented and we had a wonderful time.
I was still feeling the butterflies whenever we returned to that place. I"m sure the next time I came in here to eat I would have the same feelings despite having the diningroom virtually to ourselves, which allowed me to kick back a little and relax while the waitress was away.
"Sounds great. Will need to see some ID though."
We both smiled, knowing it was the young woman next to me that required it but this place always asked the entire table.
Julie pulled hers out first and passed it to the woman who looked it over thoroughly since it was from out of state.
"Thank you miss."
"This should be good." I said to Julie when I passed mine to the woman who gave it a few extra seconds, undoubtedly noticing that my appearance differed from the photograph.
"Thank you." She said passing it back, not missing a beat. "I"ll have those drinks right out."
She turned and walked away.
"Interesting?" Julie remarked. "Can I see that?" she asked, motioning for my drivers license.
"Not really. There are three things that could happen in this case."
Julie continued to study my license while I continued talking.
"She could have started laughing at me while she had my license and flagged down other restaurant staff nearby to our table. Didn"t have to worry about that tonight with no one else around."
"What"s the second case?" She asked, passing it back.
"She is in the back blabbing to all the kitchen and bar staff that there"s a transvestite sitting in her section. In moments, heads will continue to pop up in front of the kitchen window trying to ID me which won"t be tough sitting next to you."
Julie gave me a good-natured push at that remark.
"At that point, we could expect numerous bus people, waitstaff and hostesses to be meandering around for a closer look pretending to routine things like refilling the catsup, salt shakers, et cetra."
Almost on cue, a waiter stepped out from the kitchen and began to take up a tray of catsup bottles as he worked from booth to booth.
"Are you going to need that?" he asked, stepping to our table.
"No. Thank you." Julie answered, passing it to him. He set it on the tray with the others and kept moving down the line.
"You must be psychic!" Julie remarked. "I"m impressed."
"I was wrong though." I said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean?" her eyebrows twisted in confusion.
"He didn"t look at me. If he were trying to sniff me out, he would have at least shot a quick look my way. He was just a hot blooded, young man who spotted a gorgeous blond in sequins and had to check her out."
She liked that answer and the attention.
"Or he was just refilling the catsup bottles for tomorrow."
Julie tossed on a frown, feigning being hurt.
"I like the gorgeous blond scenario better." She said.
Our waitress was gathering up our drinks when the waiter strolled back past again and set down our chips, salsa and chili con queso.
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