Coming soon: "Pride Before a Fall"

Over the last few months I have been working on a story based on SweetAndyLatex's art work "Pride Before a Fall" ( http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html ).    What started as a short story has become more like a cross between a novella and a film script.  It's long and quite complex, and I doubt whether many will stay the course.  However, I am pleased that Andy has read the finished work and encouraged me to publish.  So, over the next few days I will be posting chapters.

I hope you enjoy.

S

Come in Young Man - Part 2

This is the second part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016_10_01_archive.html

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

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PART 2 - Saturday

After calling Andy, Jane worked at the office till gone midnight.  It was too late to head to the coast so she'd stayed the night at her flat in City.  A large gin and tonic, a quick sandwich and she was ready to crash.   In the morning, somewhat bleary eyed, she caught the train to the coast.  A taxi to her house, a double espresso and she just had time to be ready for Andy's arrival.

Andy knocked at her door all boyish and grumpy. He was trying to make a point by wearing a black leather jacket, t-shirt and chukka boots. Although his attempt at a surly, smouldering James Dean look was rather spoilt by the pertness of his bum in the tight, stretch pair of jeans they'd bought last weekend. His hair was more tousled than ever and he'd made no attempt to get ready. His nails weren't done and he'd not applied any make-up.  Jane thought he looked marvellous.  He was such a sweet boy: pretty, feminine features, a rebellious streak, shy but talkative with her, and a puppy dog's devotion, though not only affectionate but rather amorous when she gave him the chance.    After complaining on the phone to her, he'd reluctantly accepted the job based on her assurances that it would help her and that everyone at the party would be fine. She'd omitted to tell him that the hostess would be expecting a girl. She just told him to smile nicely and say little. 

Jane got him to shower and whisked him to her hairdresser.   His unruly locks were cut and primped into an elegant bob.  For ease and speed she asked the beautician to do his make up.  While Andy was being made presentable for the party, Jane went on a quick shopping trip.   Simply swapping the chukka boots for a pair of ballet pumps and Andy's transformation was complete.  Jane walked out of the salon hand-in-hand with her attractive niece.  No-one gave Andy a second glance, except for those who admired the pretty thing chatting merrily to her older friend. There was just time for a quick sandwich and coffee in a nearby café before Jane took Andy back to her house.

Jane got him to undress.  Andy was nervous about travelling in uniform but there wouldn't be the time to change at Jane's apartment and he could hardly change in a service station.  Jane dusted him with talc.  She smiled as she saw him stirring.  "Don't be naughty, Andrew. There isn't time.  Maybe tomorrow if I ever get to finish the proposal document for Verity Industries." Andy subsided as he put on suspender belt and rolled his latex stockings.  The latex padded bra came next before he stepped into his latex maid's dress and Jane zipped up. 

Jane knelt down as if to pull on his latex panties but instead Andy found her handling his balls and penis.  "I thought you said there wasn't time? " he queried.

"There isn't but you need this ball ring."

"Need?"

"Yes, need," said Jane as she slipped the metal cage over his limp cock, engaged it with the ring and snapped home a little padlock.

"What's that for?" shrieked Andy.

"It's a chastity device.  One of the ladies in 'Latex, Leather and Leisure’ recommended it."

"Yes, I know what it is. But why have you put it on?" demanded Andy.

"Because it's the first time you'll be out without me.  I don't want anyone getting any silly ideas, including you."

"You mean you're not going to be there.  But I thought....”

"I'm not invited.  You're there as a maid.  A maid, pure and simple. I'm going to need to go back to my apartment and work while you're helping at the party.  My boss likes to get her pound of flesh."

"Can I have a key then, please?"

"Of course not," Jane replied. "What would be the point of that?"

"What if I need to pee?"

“You'll just need to sit down like a good girl.  It'll be a good way a reminding you.  Remember the people at the party are expecting a female maid."

"They're what!?" Another shriek erupted from Andy.

"They're expecting a girl," explained Jane

"You mean you never told them?"

"It never came up." Jane stopped and began to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Well now there's something else that won't be coming up," Jane tittered.

"Ha, ha," Andy laughed ironically.  "So when will you let me out?"

"After I pick you up tonight.  If you've been a good girl, that is," she said with a smile. "Now put your panties on, we need to get going."

Jane gave Andy one of her long Burberry trenchcoats to wear.  Andy was very reluctant to step out of the house in his pink uniform let alone go to the party.  There had been tears and tantrums but eventually Andy accepted that he had to go or he would be letting his Aunt down badly. His make-up needed retouching but they were still just on schedule to get to Rebecca’s on time.  It might not be raining but Andy did the trenchcoat up tight before stepping out of Jane's house. "Darling, this is silly.  You only have to walk to the car. We're still on my drive.  No-one can see." Jane didn't want to mention the fact that lots would see at the party. Little steps were needed if she was going to get Andy to the party.

Andy took his first little steps walking to the car. Whilst Jane took it in her stride, Andy wasn't so accomplished walking in five and a half inch heels on a gravel path. His patent heels and latex stockings glistened below the hem of his Mac as he stepped out gingerly and crunched tentatively across the gravel. Jane held the door open as he lowered his bottom on to the seat and swung his legs together into the compartment as she'd told him.  Jane closed the Merc's door. Once inside Andy removed the trenchcoat.   No-one would be able to see him through the Mercedes’ smoked glass windows.   They could get on now.   Jane had two hours to get back up to London and drop him at Rebecca's Barbican apartment. It was going to be tight and she was already tired.

Fortunately the journey up to London was uneventful.  Andy maintained a stony silence all the way.  Jane parked outside the apartment block, swivelled in her driver's seat and kissed Andy full on the lips.  "Thank you for doing this, honey.  It means a lot me.   I'm sure you'll like it if I get a good bonus.  We can go on lots of shopping trips and maybe a few weekends away together."

"Yes, that would be nice," said Andy, tears starting to well in his eyes.  He would do anything for her just to be near her and kissed like that.

"Don't cry.  We don't want you messing your mascara or make-up.  Now let's just touch up your lipstick and we'll be ready to go."

At five minutes to six, Jane and Andy were buzzed into the apartment building. As they went up in the lift Jane reassured Andy, "You'll be OK darling, I'm sure. No-one will know.  ”Andy was nervous and trembling.  “Just be sweet like you always are and everything will be fine.”  I'll pick you up later this evening." On the landing, Jane gave Andy a little pat on the bottom and touched his front to check that everything was secure.  At the last moment Jane fastened a little ribbon in the back of his hair and secured his French maid’s cap.   Then they padded down the carpeted corridor to Apartment 1.  She pressed the doorbell and stood back. 

After a few moments that felt like an eternity, Andy heard heels clicking across a hard floor.  The door opened.  In front of him was a vision:  a beautiful graceful lady who could easily pass as Jane’s older sister.  She was even wearing latex.  The mature greying blonde wore a chic white blouse and a tight, over-the-knee, pencil-cut black latex skirt.  Andy couldn’t help noticing that she was wearing very high black Louboutin courts.  He liked this lady already.

 

A slightly deep voice said, “Hello, you must be Andy,” followed by a low whistle as she looked him up and down.

“Yes, Miss,’ Andy simpered.

"It’s Miss Rebecca.”

Andy felt slightly reprimanded.  She was even sterner than Jane.  “Yes, Miss Rebecca.”

“Thank you dear.  My, aren't you the pretty one?   Where has Jane been hiding you?   And where is Jane?”

Andy nodded down the corridor turning towards Jane.  “She’s just here, Miss Rebecca.” 

Rebecca stuck head out of the door and called to Jane, “Thank you for bringing Andie.”   She paused, turned and looked at Andy.  Jane saw Rebecca surveying Andy’s deliciously feminine form.  "Such a suitable uniform.  So nice that your maid likes latex too,” and with a little wry smile on her face, “or is that just your taste?”  Then slowly and with emphasis she said,  “You don't need to come back later.  I know you’ll want to get on with the Verity proposal. Tomorrow morning will do.”  And licking her lips, “I’ll make sure Andie is very comfy after our guests have gone.  Ten o’clock should be fine."   She turned to Andy.  “A pretty girl like you will need a good cooked breakfast after a hard night.  Do you like sausage?”

Andy blushed.  He glanced back at Jane with a horrified look on his face. Meanwhile Jane was too shocked to reply.  She gave a little wave as Rebecca took Andy by the hand.   “Come in and let me show you around,” as she ushered him inside.   “I'm sure you're going to do just fine tonight."   The door closed and Jane heard the receding clicks of two pairs of heels.

Tears formed in Jane's eyes as she headed for the lift.   She felt bereft.  But there was something else nagging at her: something she'd forgotten but she couldn't quite place.   She turned back and looked at the door to Apartment 1.  It stayed resolutely closed.  Then the recall hit her.  She desperately wanted to go back and retrieve Andy but knew she couldn't.   Tears started to run from Jane’s eyes.    What had she done?

Parts 3 to 15 to follow.

Come in Young Man - Part 3

This is the third part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork "Come in Young Man":
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/new-art-come-in-young-man.html

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html
 
Part 3 - Sunday (1)

Jane drummed her fingers on the dashboard of the Merc.   She turned off the nine o’clock news on the car’s radio.  None of it was good: Syria, Brexit, the pound, Trump.  It just went on.  The world was in a mess.  But she was worried about Andy.  Her Andy.  She was impatient to see her young lover again.

It didn’t help that she felt exhausted.  She wanted a cup of coffee badly but in the City on Sunday there was nothing open. She’d been up working on the Verity proposal until 3am that morning.  She wasn’t going to stop until it was finished and she was happy with it.  But even when she finally stopped, she couldn’t sleep despite her tiredness.   She wanted to know that Andy was safe.   She’d been thunderstruck as she walked away from Rebecca’s apartment yesterday by the realisation that she’d let Andy go to the party wearing his monogrammed piny.  How had she let that happen?  Tiredness she guessed.  The last two days had been so hectic with so much hard work.   Periods of intense concentration and the worry about Andy had drained her energy.

The minutes dragged by slowly.  She tried listening to music on the radio.  But the babble on the popular stations was inane.  She felt fractious and irritable but knew her approaching period wasn’t helping.  She’d put a pad in her panties that morning just in case but it didn’t help that she also feeling incredibly randy.  She and Andy had had such plans for the weekend.  She felt thwarted and frustrated.  Despite her tiredness, she hoped her young friend would have some energy left after serving at the party.

Jane scanned through the stations and finally settled on Radio 3.  At least there was no silly chatter.  She dozed fitfully until at five minutes to ten she texted Rebecca that she was on her way up.  She picked up the document case from the passenger seat, locked the car and went into the apartment complex.

Jane rang the bell of Rebecca’s apartment.    She heard feet pad across the floor and then a clinking of metal.   The door opened a crack.  Rebecca put on a safety chain.   It hardly seemed necessary in a secure apartment building especially when Rebecca had only just allowed Jane admittance.  Jane could see Rebecca was wearing a light dressing gown with what looked like a flimsy negligee underneath. Unusually Jane had to look upwards to make eye contact with Rebecca.  Jane glanced down and saw Rebecca was wearing a pair of fluffy mule sandals.   They had a transparent platform and transparent heels.   The platform had to be at least three inches and the heels were probably seven inches or more.  ‘Stripper heels’ thought Jane.  

“Good morning Jane."

“Good morning Rebecca.  Did the party go well?”

“Yes, very well.”

“Was Andy helpful?”

“Oh, most definitely. You have such a good maid.  So well trained although we did find one or two gaps that needed filling.”  Rebecca gave Jane a knowing glance.

“Is Andy ready?”

“He’s almost ready, I think.”  

‘He?’ thought Jane.    “Oh!  You know.”  

Rebecca smiled rather like a cat who had the cream.  “Mmmm,” she murmured. Or was that a purr?  Jane could hear some little moans and grunts emanating from within the apartment.  It was probably Andy trying to get into his latex uniform: it was always so difficult if you didn’t have talc or someone to help.  Rebecca looked over her shoulder back into the apartment.  “He’s just coming.”  Rebecca made no attempt to remove the safety chain from the door.  Jane tried to see past her but Rebecca remained blocking the doorway. “I hope you didn’t spend long on the Verity proposal.”

After all her hard work, Jane was taken aback.  She felt sure that Rebecca would be aware just how much work would be involved in putting together the proposal.  All she could manage was the understated, “It took a while.”

“Mr.Verity has said he’s very happy.”  The whimpers from within the apartment were getting louder.    “He’s going to use us in future as his preferred supplier,” smiled Rebecca.

“Oh!”  Jane didn’t know whether to be annoyed or happy. ‘Now she tells me,’ she thought.    “That’s good.”

“I’m sure there’ll be a bonus in this for you.”

“I don’t know, “ Jane said modestly,  “I really haven’t done anything, and he hasn’t read the proposal yet.”  Jane tried to peer past Rebecca.   She held out the document case.  “Here’s the proposal.  I thought you might want to read it before we deliver it to Mr.Verity.”  A load gasp and a little shriek leaked out through the gap in the doorway.

“No need,” Rebecca said curtly, pulling the door closer to.

“What?”

“As I said he's very happy if not ecstatic,” Rebecca continued.

“But how?  That’s not possible.”

“Mr.Verity is delighted with what we do and the service we provide.”  Jane thought she heard a man’s voice, a door close and then some rustling inside the apartment.  "In fact he’s already doubled the size of his order," Rebecca said contentedly.  Jane could scarcely believe what she was hearing after all the effort and long hours she'd put in.    Moments later Andy appeared behind Rebecca.  He was dabbing at his lips.  Rebecca glanced over her shoulder and then took off the safety chain.  She pulled the door wide open so that Jane could at last see her young love.   He was wearing a traditional collarless long tailed blue man’s shirt.  He had no cufflinks and the double cuffs flapped.  The long flowing shirt made it look like a shirtdress.  A thin black leather belt gathered at the waist and gave it shape. Maybe it was a shirtdress.  It certainly suited him.   As did the fishnet stockings he was now wearing and the pink high heels that he’d arrived in.   He was carrying a small shopping bag.  

“I thought Andy would be more comfortable out of his latex.   I put his uniform in the bag with his other bits and bobs.   He can keep the shirt, the belt and the stockings.  The stockings are stay-ups but suspenders made them look so much nicer, don’t they honey?”   Rebecca looked at Andy. 

“Yes, Miss Bex.”  Andy looked down.  He knew Jane was staring at him and he desperately didn’t want to make eye contact.  Jane couldn't help noticing that his make-up was looking rather bedraggled.  Jane found it strange that his foundation, blush and eyebrows seemed surprisingly pristine while the rest looked tired and in need of a refresh.   His eyeliner had run although his false eyelashes were still in place.  His lipstick was badly smeared.

Rebecca took Andy’s free hand.  “Thank you, Andy for all your help.”  She turned to Jane.  “Your maid was a real hit at the party.”

“Good.”  Jane looked hard at Andy and raised an eyebrow.   “I think it’s time for us to go.  Are you sure you don’t need the proposal?”

“No, no need at all.  Better keep it on file though just in case.   And you,” she said towards Andy, “you’ve been so good.  Thank you for all your help.   Please take this little gift as a token of my appreciation.”  She handed Andy a gift-wrapped little box and then pulled him towards her, bent slightly, put a hand behind his head and kissed him full on the lips while staring over his shoulder at Jane.  Jane glared back at her.  As Rebecca finally pulled away, “I’d love to have you around again some day, especially if I have another party."

“Thank you, Miss Bex.”

“Say goodbye, Andy,” said Jane.

“Goodbye, Bex.”  

“Au revoir, Andy.  Au revoir,” said Rebecca and closed the door.

Jane took Andy firmly by the hand and led him along the corridor to the lift.  He had some explaining to do.

Parts 4 to 15 to follow.

Come in Young Man - Part 5

This is the fifth part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork "Come in Young Man":
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/new-art-come-in-young-man.html

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html
 
Part 5 - Sunday (3)

Jane drank more of her coffee.  What was keeping Andy?  He only needed a pee and a bit of a tidy-up.  A procession of women and girls were going in and out of the Ladies but there was no sign of Andy.  She wondered if he’d slunk out while she was buying the coffee.  She was considering going in herself to look for him when he emerged.  The mascara streaks and lipstick smears had gone.   He’d not only wiped them away he’d also removed his false eyelashes.  In place he had a complete new appearance.   His complexion was darker; he was wearing a different foundation and powder.  Although his cheekbones were still contoured his bronzer was lighter and more subtle than last night, with a delicate blush. His eye shadow was a smoky grey rather than the bright blue of yesterday and early this morning, while his lips were no longer a pinky shade; they were a deeper red. 

As Andy walked across the concourse to the café, Jane went all fuzzy as recognition dawned:  she realised she was looking at a mirror image: a somewhat younger image perhaps, but a close likeness nevertheless.   Andy had used her make-up and styled his face exactly like hers.  His skills with cosmetics had certainly improved.  He had delicately applied eyeliner to achieve a sharp narrow cats-eye, had blended well with the brushes, and had used pencil to give his lips a sharp outline and complement the carmine red of the lipstick.  He looked lovely.   Heads turned to see the pretty, stylish girl with pink heels and tightly belted trenchcoat walking through the café towards the somewhat older lady seated at the far table.  From bedraggled waif, he now had the appearance and style of chic French film star.  Jane beamed at him.  Andy did not notice:  although he walked with more confidence, his eyes were still down.  

As Andy sat down opposite Jane, she said, “You look gorgeous, honey.”   People in the coffee shop were staring at them both transfixed.  Were they mother and daughter?  Or perhaps an older sister with her younger sibling?

Andy looked up sheepishly.  Their eyes met.  “Thank you Auntie.”   Jane got up from her chair, leant across the table and kissed Andy on the lips.   Andy’s eyes lit up.   Jane pulled back while he composed himself, then she kissed him again.   Some of the older ladies in the coffee shop looked away shocked.  Maybe not sisters, then?   Some of the younger girls looked on in admiration and envy.  So the lady had a cutie.

“Drink your latte, honey.”  Jane smiled at Andy.   “I’m sorry I got you into this.  It’s all my fault.”

“No, Auntie, it’s not.”

“I was stupid to let Rebecca borrow you for the evening.   I should never have mentioned that I had a maid.   It was just that she’d annoyed me so much talking about her new car and her new apartment now that she’d been promoted.  I just wanted to get back at her.”

“But you do have a maid, Aunt Jane.”

“Yes, I know honey but now she knows all about you too.   I felt so silly when I remembered and your pinafore.  How could I have been so forgetful?  I guess it was just the pressure of work.”

“Oh, you remembered.  Don’t blame yourself.  I didn’t notice either.”

“Letting you wear that monogrammed pinny was just plain silly.   When did Rebecca notice?”

“Well, she didn’t at first.  She just showed me round the apartment and the rooms where the party was going to be held.  She told me where to put the coats and where guests could change if that wanted to.”

“What?”

“Yes, that surprised me too.  I thought the guests would arrive dressed for the party.”

“So, didn’t they?” Jane asked

“Well some did.  It turned out it was like a fetish Halloween party, although it was more fetish than Halloween.”

“Gosh!  I didn’t know Rebecca was into that.  I ought to have realised from her latex skirt.”

“Oh, she didn’t wear that for the ‘real’ party.”

“What do mean the real party?”

“Well, it began as one party but then became another after the caterers left.   Anyway, so Rebecca showed me round and then took me to the kitchens where I met the caterers and the waiters.   I got some little whistles when I went into the kitchen." Andy blushed.  “At least I think they were for me and not Rebecca.”  

Jane smiled at Andy.  He looked embarrassed but secretly she was proud of the pretty thing he’d become: as pretty if not prettier than any girl and with, in so many ways, a greater sense and aura of femininity.  All the reasons why she loved Andy came flooding back.  She wanted Andy as not just her lover but her girlfriend too.  She'd had close girlfriends before but none had been as sweet and affectionate.  It had been fortunate that she had kept the little toys from those earlier trysts and love affairs.  It meant she'd been well prepared for her new 'girlfriend'.

"It was one of the waiter boys who noticed 'Andrew' written on my apron.  He just pointed and said something like 'Is Andrew your boyfriend's name?'  I didn't know what to say at first.  Rebecca could see I was all confused and then she chimed in with, 'That's an unusual coincidence Andie: Andie and Andrew.' I said that I didn't have a boyfriend.  She replied, 'I thought Jane said you had.' Did you Auntie?"

At this point it was Jane's turn to get flustered. "Well, I never said you didn't."

"Oh, Auntie!"

"But I never said you did," said Jane trying to recover.

"What would they think of me?"

"That you were a very pretty girl with a very lucky boyfriend.  What do think they'd think?"

"Oh, I suppose so.  The boys certainly looked more hopeful.   Anyway, I said that 'Andrew' was the name of the manufacturer.  That seemed to satisfy the waiter, but Rebecca fixed me with a rather beady eye."

"Did she now?"

"Yes.  She got out her mobile phone and started tapping away while she took me round the rest of the apartment.  It was very large. She must earn an awful lot of money." Jane harrumphed: that job ought to have been hers, she thought.   "She showed me the bathrooms and then took me back to the coat room and said it would be my bedroom when the guests had gone."

"So you had your own bedroom.  Good."

"Er, yes."  Andy sipped his latte.  " Auntie is it possible to have something to eat, please. I'm famished."

"I thought you were getting a cooked breakfast?"

"There really wasn't time."  Andy went back to looking sheepish and turned his head down to avoid having to look Jane in the eye. 

"I feel there's something you're still not telling me.  Anyway, what would you like?"

"A croissant, please.  An almond one if they've got them."

"Very well.  I'll get you one but I expect you to tell me everything that happened last night. And I do mean everything."  Jane stood up leaving Andy staring down at the table. As she passed him she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head.  This time most eyes in the café were on the extremely attractive older lady wearing a dark navy cashmere sweater and a grey woollen skirt falling just below the knee.  Her silvery-grey coloured hair had slightly bouffant curls than ran down to her shoulders at the back although her roots confirmed that she was still a natural blonde.  It made her look distinguished as well as sexy.  While her calf length black patent boots with sharp, shiny gold stiletto heels provoked both interest and sadness with men resigning themselves to the beautiful lady's inclination, though even they couldn't fault her having feelings for her pretty young companion.

Jane strolled to the counter and ordered a croissant and another double espresso. She needed it to help stave off her tiredness and maintain her concentration.  She'd gone back to feeling annoyed but couldn't work out whether it was with Rebecca or with herself. What she did know was that it wasn't with Andy. She'd put him in this predicament. She had only herself to blame for that.  But through it all Andy, her Andy, was still the same sweet boy: more kind and feminine than any of her former girlfriends, more docile and affectionate than any past boyfriends, and definitely more lithe, energetic and attentive. She just needed to know what had happened to him.  He didn't seem hurt, he didn't seem injured.   In fact it seemed she'd hurt him more with how she'd treated him this morning than anything Rebecca might have done. 

Jane paid and took the croissant and her small cup back to their table.  She put the food down and tousled Andy's hair again.  She turned Andy's face up towards her; once again tears appeared to be welling in his eyes.  "What's wrong, honey?"

"I'm worried Auntie."

"Worried about what, darling?"

"W...w...worried you're g...g...going to be ann....annoyed," stuttered Andy.

"Oh, honey.  You're so sweet." Jane stooped and hugged him kissed his cheek.  "Any fault is all mine.” She kissed him on the lips. There was a low gasp from certain parts of the café.  Jane didn’t care.  So what if she kissed her girlfriend.  It was a free world.  Who wouldn’t want to kiss her beautiful boy?  As she stood back up, she said with a smile, "At least our lippie matches so we shouldn't have smudged too badly."   She went round to her seat.  "Now what happened next?"

 Parts 6 to 15 to follow. 

Come in Young Man - Part 6

This is the fifth part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork "Come in Young Man":
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/new-art-come-in-young-man.html

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html
 
Part 6 - Sunday (4)

Andy continued, "Well a bit after seven, guests started to arrive.   Mostly couples although there were some single girls and a few single men.  All were very smartly dressed.  Some had holdalls that they put in the coatroom.   Some of ladies were wearing latex like Rebecca."

"What? Latex skirts?"

"We'll a whole variety actually. There were some latex skirts, but quite a few latex dresses and some of the younger girls were wearing tight latex pants.  They looked fabulous.  I really liked that look with strappy high heels. Can we try that sometime, Aunt Jane?"

"Do you mean for me?"

Andy blushed. "Well, I was actually thinking for me.  But why not for both of us?  Wouldn't we look good together?"

Jane smiled.  The shy, embarrassed boy of only a few weeks ago seemed suddenly to have leapt forward in the last twenty-four hours.  She loved the idea of them looking like sisters and fashionable lovers.  "I know you would, hun,” she said.  “I’m not sure I’ve still got the right shape."

"Of course you have, Auntie. You know you've got a fantastic figure. And you’ve got wonderful legs.”  Jane smiled.  She loved Andy’s compliments and knew he was being sincere not just flattering.  She also felt reassured that she was still his centre of attention and affection despite kissing Rebecca earlier.   “I'm sure your lady friends in The League would agree.   And certain things would be much easier to fasten if you were wearing trousers than a skirt." Jane was sure Andy had just given her a cheeky wink.  "You wouldn't need to scrunch up your skirt.  Or even take it off."

"Yes, honey.  If you've been good and I get my bonus, we'll have a look in 'Latex, Leather and Leisure'.  Or maybe we should take a special trip to London and look around SkinTwo or Westward Bound?"

Andy beamed at her.  "Oh, Auntie that would be fabulous.  Maybe Honour, too?" 

Jane smiled right back. "Good."  She wanted to kiss him and more.  She wanted to stand him up, lift the back of his trenchcoat, put her hands on his pert buttocks, pull him towards her and kiss him.  She wanted to feel him stiffen against her belly as she ran her tongue over his lips and then probed his mouth. She wanted to see him feel ashamed at getting aroused despite his overt femininity.  Then she recalled that was something she wouldn’t feel.  Andy would simply be aching in his cage, his poor cock straining helplessly within its confines begging for release.  That made her want to take the upper hand even more.  She wanted to peel off that trenchcoat, bend him over their table, raise his long shirttail, and have her way with him there and then.  It was perhaps fortunate that she’d kept all her toys at the house.  It did give lascivious pause for thought.  Despite recommendations from the ladies of The League, she had still never made love to Andy while he was wearing a cock cage. She now realised what an exquisite mix of punishment and pleasure it might provide for them both.  She dismissed the thought of dropping Andy at his parent's: they might both be tired but she would definitely need to take him to her house first when they got to the coast.

Jane calmed herself as Andy described more of the evening.  The arrival of the guests, the handing round of drinks and canapés, the flirting with some of the waiters in the kitchen all seemed very sedate apart from the compliments Andy received about his latex maid’s dress especially from some of the younger ladies.   They’d wanted to know the design house.  Andy had told them about purchasing it at House of Harlot and some of the other latex items he wore.  They’d all shared notes about different designers until Rebecca had reminded him that he was at the party to work.

Around nine-thirty, Andy was asked to fetch coats as quite a few of the guests were leaving.  Apart from some of the guests' attire, it all sounded rather sober and dull.  At ten o’clock Rebecca sent the caterers home.  One of the waiters had tried to give Andy his phone number.  By ten-thirty o’clock, it was just those wearing latex and leather and their escorts who remained.  “Then some of them asked for their holdalls and went to the bathroom or just began to change in the coat room.   They were changing into latex and leather costumes.  Some were hardly clothes; they were more like just harnesses.  Some of the ladies had no panties.  Some were in thigh boots; all were in high heels and stockings even many of the men.  Some of the men had leather harnesses and collars and one or two even had cock cages.   But all of them wore masks.”

“You mean it was like a masked ball?” asked Jane.

“Exactly.  It was hard to work out from the previous guests who was who.  And it was then that Rebecca asked me to go with her to her bedroom.”

“Oh, yes?” said Jane quizzically.   So was this when Rebecca had taken advantage?

“No it wasn’t like that.  She wanted me to help her change.  She started to undress.  She asked me to unbuckle her shoes and help her slide out of her skirt.  She took off her top too and her bra.  She’s a pretty lady.”

“I know.  You don't need to remind me.”  Jane was getting annoyed again.  She was definitely going to bend Andy over and give him what for when they got to her house.

“She asked me to fetch her change of clothing from the wardrobe.  As I was looking in the closet she said ‘Andie, it’s the jacket and jodhpurs on the left hand side.  Oh, and bring the latex gloss spray that’s on the side table, please Andrew.  I think we could both do with a shine.’”

“No!”

“Before I knew what I was doing, I said ‘Yes, Miss Rebecca.’”

“Oh Andy, haven’t you seen ‘The Great Escape’?”

“Yes, Auntie, I know.  I shouldn’t have done but it was just instinctive.”

“Ah, well.  So what did Rebecca do?”

“She said, ‘I thought so.  It’s Andrew, isn’t it?”   I nodded and mumbled something.  She went on “You’re not Andie with an I E, are you?  You’re Andy with a Y.  I didn’t think Andrew was a latex manufacturer.  I couldn’t find them on the Internet.  And when you told my girls that you’d got the dress from House of Harlot, I had a hunch about you.   What I will say is that Jane has got taste.  Fantastic taste.  But letting you wear your monogrammed pinafore was a grave error.    Now help me get into these.’” 

Despite her error, for some reason Jane felt a bit smug.  “Her girls?”

“Just wait, there’s more. I laid out the clothes and then she took me to her en suite bathroom.  She asked me to shower her down.   I held the shower rose and sprayed warm water on her.  Then she asked me to lather her.  She didn’t want me to use a flannel or a sponge, just my hands.  Auntie, I had to soap her everywhere.”

“Everywhere?”

“Everywhere. She was most particular about how she wanted me to make sure she was clean.  And I mean everywhere.  Did you know she has a clit ring?”

“No!   Really!”    Jane realised she was learning more about Rebecca than she ever thought possible.

“Yes, really.   Then I rinsed her off and, when she stepped out, dried her with a fluffy white towel.  I had to make sure she was dry in all her little cracks and crevices.  It was so embarrassing.  After I’d been kneeling down drying between her toes and legs, she got me to stand up.  Then she bent down and lifted my skirt.  She pulled my panties aside and found that cage thing.  She said, ‘I wondered why you were such a good girl.  Jane’s so sensible.’  Then she made me turn round and she pulled down the back of my panties.  ‘Oh, there’s something missing there.  But we can make amends if need be,’ she said.  Then I got a powder puff and prepared to talc her.  Then she asked ‘What are you getting that for?’   I said to get her dry and smooth before she put on her jodhpurs.  She said the talc just made a mess inside and said silicone oil was far better.  She got me to fetch a bottle from her dressing table and then rub it on my hands.”

“She did, did she?”

“Yes, and then she wanted me to rub it into her.”

“Oh, yes.”

“She got me to start at her neck and then work down.   She wanted it all over.   She seemed to enjoy that.  She didn’t want me to stop even when I got lower down.   She’s hairless like me.  She must have Brazilian’s too.   She’s even got a tattoo where her pubes should be.”

“The hussy.”  She’d always thought tattoos a bit low a discreet, private one might be nice.   She shuddered at the thought of the pain though.  Especially down there.    “What’s it of?” she couldn’t resist asking.

“It’s like flames are coming up from around her clit ring.   She wanted all that oiled too.”

“Sounds like you were rather too willing, young man.”

“What could I do, Auntie? I didn’t have an option.  I knew it would reflect badly on you if I didn’t comply.”

“Yes, you’re right dear, of course.  You’re so thoughtful.  But it does seem like she was taking advantage of your services …. and you didn’t mind.”   Inwardly, Jane understood that by this time her young man was probably bemused by the whole chain of events and was merely being swept along.

 
Parts 7 to 15 to follow. 

Come in Young Man - Part 10

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 10 - Sunday (8)

 

Jane staggered slightly. Then her legs buckled and she sat back down heavily in her seat.  Customers in the shop were still looking at her.  Andy looked both worried and petrified.   The staff behind the counter looked anxious in case a full blown ‘domestic’ broke out and they might need to quell an argument. 

Jane was in shock.   She’d deliberately sent Andy out in a cock cage to make sure he behaved and didn’t do anything silly.  Only she had the key.  She’d wondered about fitting him with a full chastity belt but there hadn’t been the time and she thought it likely to be too uncomfortable for him to wear over a long evening.  She was now regretting her decision.

Andy learned forward solicitously and asked, “Auntie, are you OK?”

“Sit down!”  Jane commanded Andy, although her firm tone was quieter than before.

“I thought we were going, Auntie?” queried Andy.

“We were but now I want to hear all the rest of what happened. St down!” Jane commanded again.  “I’m too angry to drive at the moment.   You held that little piece of news back didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” Andy mumbled.

“Don’t lie!  You know it did.   Why else would I have sent you out wearing a cock cage?”   Heads turned.   Jane was still speaking quite loudly.  Cock cage?  What need would a pretty girl have for a cock cage?  Perhaps the lady meant she’d put the girl’s boyfriend in a cock cage to stop any hanky-panky.   That might explain it.  Maybe she needed protection?  Kinky but still plausible.

“Please Auntie, people are staring,” pleaded Andy not wanting the attention or for people to learn too much about them.

“Let them.   You’d better have a good explanation.   Why did you take it off?   Was it so you could have a go with Rebecca?  Or was it that Freddie girl?”

“No it wasn’t like that,” implored Andy softly trying to prevent all the café eavesdropping on their argument.

“Really?  So why did you take it off?”

“I didn’t.  I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?”

“I couldn’t,” Andy repeated.  “I don’t have the key, Auntie.  You kept it.”

“Well someone took it off.  Did she take it off?”   Jane’s tone was still irate and Andy was conscious that their neighbours’ attention was still on them.

“If you mean Rebecca, then no, she didn’t,” Andy replied. 

“Then, who did?”

“Let me explain,” Andy requested.

“OK.  Have it your way.  But you’re in big trouble, my girl.”

“Well I finished attaching the chains to Freddie’s nipple rings.”

“The more you talk, the more she sounds like a slut.  Was it her?”

“No, Auntie.   Please let me finish.  And she was a nice girl and she looked very sweet and sexy with her breasts lifted slightly by those chains.”

“Not helping,” said Jane sternly.   “Can you get on and tell me what happened?”

“Well after her bra was on, Freddie wanted me to polish the straps and then Rebecca wanted her bolero jacket glossed too.”  

As Andy spoke, Jane tutted and emitted  “Tssks,” of exasperation.

“Then we all went back into the party.   The noise level had risen.   A number of people asked me for drinks and I had to run to the kitchen to fetch them.  After I’d served people, I had the chance to look round the party more.  I found Rebecca sat on a sofa with the man wearing the ‘V for Vendetta’ mask.   Freddie was stood hovering nearby: her latex shining, her breasts pert, and her rings and chain glistening.  She looked stunning.   But Mr.V seemed to be ignoring her.  He and Rebecca were in close conversation.   Rebecca called me over and asked me to get her a Brandy Alexander and a glass of champagne for Mr.V.    Freddie took the opportunity to join the conversation and asked for a Cape Cod.   I had to ask how to make them.”

“Trust Rebecca to ask for something fancy.  Why couldn’t she have dry white wine like any normal person?” Jane said peevishly.

“It took me a while to find all the stuff in the kitchen.  Anyway, I returned with the drinks and found Freddie was now sat very close on the other side of Mr.V trying to get his attention although he seemed focused on Rebecca.”

“What did he look like?” asked Jane.

“Well, obviously I could only see his clothing, not his face.   He sounded very well spoken.   Unlike the rest of the party guests, he was dressed quite normally: a smart opened necked shirt and a nice pair of dark blue chinos.   And he had a pair of polished black Oxfords.  Very respectable.”

“Mmmmm,” Jane pondered.

“Anyway, both Rebecca and Mr.V thanked me for their drinks while Freddie just took hers without a word.    Mr.V asked me my name and what I was doing at the party.   I was a bit tongue-tied but Rebecca encouraged me to answer.  I told him it was ‘Andie’ and that I’d been asked to help as a maid.   He admired my uniform and noted that ‘Andrew’ was written on the pinafore.   I didn’t know what to say by Rebecca butted in with, ‘Oh, that’s just the maker’s name.  Doesn’t she look nice though?’   Mr.V agreed.  ‘Come and talk to us.’ Rebecca said,  ‘I think you’ve done enough this evening Andie.   Guests can get their own drinks now.  Others don’t seem to need them or are otherwise engaged.’   I looked around.   Many of the guests had become rather intimately attached, some in twos, some in threes or more.  All seemed to be enjoying themselves, even a man being spanked by a rather large lady in leather.”

“It sounds like Rebecca knows how to run an orgy rather than a party.”

“It did seem to be turning that way.  I think it was why Freddie was so sullen.  Rebecca told me to sit down with them.  There wasn’t much space.   She was sat close to Mr.V on one side and Freddie was on the other.   I thought Freddie might have budged up but she didn’t.  ‘Aren’t you going to let Andie sit down, Freddie?’ asked Rebecca.   Freddie didn’t respond. 

Parts 11 to 15 to follow.