A WALK ON THE OTHER SIDE!
Three Novelettes
by Bea
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A Walk on the Other Side
Copyright 2011 Bea
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PREFACE
The three novelettes in this book are a study of the different methods that dominant women can use subjugating submissive males into looking, acting, and dressing as females - subject to physical and mental domination. Both psychological and phsical weapons are used in the humiliation and degradation of the male sex.
Table of Contents:
Two Stews.
Silky, Smooth, and Satiny.
The Sissification of Martin.
TWO STEWS
"Can I help you with that?" Were the first words she ever said to me .
I felt stupid, standing there with two large paper bags full of groceries, both of which were threatening to burst at any minute - I'd been caught in a quick shower between the store and the apartment building, and the paper bags were just not up to it.
Janey, the old doorman (doorwoman?) Had opened the front door for me, then yelled at someone to "Hold the elevator for a second if you don't mind!"
The 'someone' turned out to be Carmine, one of the stews who live on my floor. I knew that was her name because I'd heard one of her friends call her by name once. I also knew her to be a stew, because I'd seen her in uniform a couple of times. A stunning woman, in or out of uniform, I'd had several rather exotic fantasies involving her. Knew that I'd never do anything about it naturally, as I'm totally an idiot when it comes to meeting the opposite sex. I wasn't as stupid in this circumstance, however, as I could feel one of the bags holding the canned goods, start to disintegrate.
"Would you? Yes! Yes you can.." I gabbled, just in time as it turned out. She managed to grab the bag, cradling the bottom enough to stop it from splitting and hold the contents in place. She gave me a big grin that sent my heart into overdrive.
"It's about time we met." She said. "My names Carmine.."
"I know." I said. "Mine's David."
She tilted her head at me. "You know my name is Carmine? Been spying on me?"
"Oh no! " I blurted. "I heard one of your friends...."
She pretended disappointment. "Aw! And here I thought you might be interested in me...."
I gawped at her. Here was this captivating creature 'disappointed' because I wasn't interested in her? "Oh but I am !" I said, then realizing how this sounded, "Well - I mean..."
She laughed. I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. A little taller than me, even in the flat shoes she wore. A dark olive skin with eyes that were almost black, hair that waved around an oval face with strong Mediterranean features. Perfect white teeth. Strong, well defined eyebrows, arcing away from the center of her face and emphasizing sculpted cheekbones that had some American Indian in them I thought.
As always, when not in uniform, she was dressed beautifully. Black pleated skirt to just above the knees. Ivory satin blouse under a tailored jacket that matched the skirt. A transparent, portable raincoat over everything, and umbrella. Small handbag.
Before I had time to make even more of a fool of myself, the elevator stopped at our floor.
"My apartment's just down here" I started.
She shook her head at me. "Think I don't know? The corner one, right?"
I couldn't believe this was happening. Was this divine creature interested in me - enough to know where I lived?
She waited as I fumbled in my pockets, and finally got the key to the door. Then followed me into the apartment. We both laid our bags down on the kitchen counter top.
"Oooh! This is big!" She said admiringly, looking around her. "I've never seen one of the corner units before. How did you get hold of it? - and it's beautifully decorated. You been sneaking a girlfriend in here? How did you ever get her past us?"
"My aunt left it to me - I was her only living relative. She did most of the decorating, I'm afraid. And I .. I don't have a girlfriend." I admitted.
Carmine looked at me, puzzled. "But how long have you been here?"
"About three years" I answered.
"Well, it may have been your aunt that decorated the place - but don't tell me you haven't made any changes - and I can't believe it. The place is immaculate. Tell me who your maid service is - is she looking for new clients?"
I blushed some more. "Well... I have made some changes - but I can't afford a maid. Do the housecleaning myself."
She laughed out loud. "You're living here and you can't afford a maid? Come on!"
"My aunt owned the apartment - bought it years ago. Left a small trust to pay the taxes but, other than that, very little money."
"What do you do for a living then?" She asked. "Anything?"
"I'm like a temp bookkeeper" I answered. "It's not very steady, and doesn't pay much, but it's enough to get me by."
"Ah" she said. "That's all that matters, isn't it? As long as you get by? But I suppose I'll have to get going. It's been very nice meeting you - at long last."
If she hadn't added the last part, I don't know if I'd have found the courage.
"Eh? Eh? Carmine? Thanks a ton. And, and ... Would you care to come down for dinner some night?"
"You cook too?" She laughed. "I don't get anywhere enough home cooked meals. You set the day - I'll be there!"
I couldn’t believe my own ears when I said nonchalantly (Fred Astaire had nothing on ME!). "Well? How's about tonight?"
She stepped back in pretended amazement. "And here I was thinking you're shy. And what do I get - a real wolf!"
At my expression, she laughed again. "Just kidding." She looked at her watch. "It's about three thirty now. What time do you want me here?"
"Do you take a drink?" I asked.
"Does a fish swim?" She replied. Then added "Look? Here's an idea. I'll bring the wine and the booze - liqueurs as well. You provide the food."
"But isn't that terribly expensive?" I said. "I mean, I'm not much of a drinker but I've got some stuff.."
"Ever seen these miniature bottles you get on airlines?" She asked.
"Yes" I answered, puzzled for a second..
"Between me and Sara, my roomie, we must have hundreds of them - more kinds than you can shake a stick at! Won't cost me a dime. Ok.?"
"Well then.. Want to come down at six thirty? That'll give me time to throw something together. Then we can have a drink while we wait for dinner to finish cooking..?"
"Fantastic. Looking forward to it." She surprised me again by giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and was gone before I knew it.
I'm a very competent cook. Even while I'd been listening to her accept my invitation, I'd been planning the menu from stuff I knew I had in the fridge - and with amazing luck on my side, what I'd just purchased.
The first thing I did was turn the bread machine on. I figured we'd eat about seven thirty - just enough time to have the bread come fresh to the table. Then I started on the salad - I had some endive, some avocado - that luckily was just perfectly ripe - some canned pink grapefruit sections - some walnuts? Ah yes! All that I needed for a quick tasty appetizer salad before the meal.
I had just bought one of my favorite meals - a Cornish game hen. It didn't need thawing, so I just cleaned, then split it in two. Patted it dry. Brushed it with a little white wine, covered it with a paper towel.
I had some penne. Not absolutely the freshest you ever saw - but I know a few tricks. I wasn't in any immediate need of it right then - just wanted to see if I'd all the herbs and spices I'd need. I did.
For dessert, I had some frozen raspberries, and Haagan Daaz vanilla in the freezer. Not very thrilling. Then I remembered a can of pineapple I had - could I come up with a parfait? Quickly, I determined I could - so proceeded to spend quite a lot of time getting the various ingredients malleable enough to work with. I chose a couple of fine brandy snifters I had, and layered the materials into them. Looked smashing as I placed them back in the fridge to chill.
I spent some time setting the table. Pulled out the good crystal mom had left and aunt Edna's best china. Polished everything. Didn't like what I had for a centerpiece, but took a quick look out of the window - still pouring of rain - a silk flower arrangement would have to do.
I took one final look around. Everything looked just fine. Darkness was starting to draw in. I set a couple of candles in a pair of crystal holders that I'd picked up at an auction one time. Placed them on the table. Took the silk flower arrangement away. Ah! That was better!
I was surprised to see that it was almost six. I shaved. Didn't really need to, but felt that it was the right thing to do under the circumstances. Showered.
My wardrobe was very limited, but I put on a pair of comfortable wool pants and a casual shirt that I'd picked up somewhere, but never worn. Nervously decided that I looked okay. Set up some small bowls of chips and pretzels, dips, etc. Wondered how late Carmine would be. Picked some low key music for my CD player. Figured I'd enough for about five hours - who was I kidding? Did I really expect to keep a beautiful creature like Carmine entertained for that long?
The doorbell rang at six twenty. I was in a panic. Who would that be? Surely it couldn't be Carmine? Nervously, I peered through the peephole. But it was her. Gosh! She was beautiful! Hair pulled back into some kind of bun. A white silk blouse, set off with a silk scarf of indeterminate color. A long skirt of some rough woolen material with white soft shoes peeping out from underneath. An amber necklace with matching pendulous earrings. What a picture!
"Am I too early?" She said anxiously once I opened the door. "Oh god! What is that smell? Fresh bread? Ah you devil! You know the way to a woman's heart! Take me! I'm yours!"
Then she handed me a small basket containing what looked like an awful lot of small bottles, with a normal sized bottle of wine resting on top of them.
"Maybe a Jack Daniels first?" She said. And our evening was off and running.
We had drinks - a novelty for me, but not for her I don't think. I held them fairly well though - got a little giggly, but didn't do anything totally stupid. She was entranced with the meal. Attacked everything in sight, swallowing with oohs and aahs of delight, swigging wine down like water. Complimenting me on everything. Through the candlelight, she was ravishing, eyes flashing, hair and teeth glistening in the flickering glow.
She told me something of her glamorous life. I couldn't believe all the places she'd been and the sights seen. Entranced, I listened to her stories - she was a good raconteur. The evening passed. I started to look at the dirty dishes, but not with the familiar urgency. Somehow or other, her chair had moved around the table so that she was practically sitting beside me. In a haze, I felt her warm soft hand on my thigh. I sighed, and settled back in my chair. Her hand moved upward towards my lap - and the erection that threatened to burst through my pants.
All of a sudden, she was standing over me. She bent her head, and her lips landed on mine. Perfume surrounded us. Her hair fell forward and touched my face.
"How's about showing me your bedroom" she whispered. "Haven't seen what the master bedroom looks like in a suite like this."
Stultified with lust and alcohol, I got to my feet. "Of course, Carmine" I said. "Follow me."
But it was the other way around. Not seeming to want to wait, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. Totally paralyzed by sexual longing, I followed her into my bedroom. Quickly, she divested herself of blouse and skirt. Dazed, I could only watch. "You can show me the room later." She said throatily, then turned.
Wearing only panties and bra, she advanced on me. Pushed me backwards onto the bed. I had enough sense to kick my shoes off. Her hands found my belt. Unbuckled it. Loosened my pants front, pulled them down and off. She straddled me now, pulled the shirt over my head.
"Dominate me!" She said, her voice low.
"Eh?" I said.
"Take me over!" She said. "Rape me!"
I noticed that her bra opened at the front. Reached up and undid the clasps. Her breasts burst out of the constraints. I lifted my head and kissed them.
"Stop fooling around!" She growled in my ear. "If you won't do me - I'll do you!"
"Oh Carmine" I sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
"Here! Take my bra. Tie me up. Dominate me!"
I made my last mistake. "Eh?" I said again.
My world whirled around me. All of a sudden, I was face down on the bed, Carmine straddling me again, the inside of her knees pressing against my thighs. My arms were behind my back, and my hands were being tied together. In a storm of emotional upheaval, it dawned on me that they were being tied together - with her bra!
"C'mon Carmine" I pleaded. "What're you doing?"
"Someone has to be the boss." She answered. "Looks like it's gonna be me!"
With that, my jockeys were pulled down, and off my feet. I was now totally nude. But only for a few seconds.
I had felt her do some strange movements, but was at a loss as to what she was doing. The next thing, something was being pulled over my feet - and then up my legs. With a tremulous feeling in my gut, I realized that she was putting her panties on me! Try as I would, I couldn't stop my erection from growing.
She held it softly for a second or two. "Like this, eh?" She said. "Well? What about this?" And her necklace was being placed over my head. Seconds later, her earrings were being clipped onto my ears. They were quite tight.
I didn't answer. Didn't have time because within seconds I was over her knees being spanked soundly. I struggled, but to no avail, she was just too strong for me. As soon as I started to cry, she stopped. "Ready now?" She asked.
And there was no arguing. Again, I was flipped over, to be lying supine on the bed. My beads rattling softly around my neck., My earrings jangling softly in my ears. Tenderly now, she pulled the panties down - then climbed on top of me. A little while later, I came into her with a hysterical rush. She stopped her pumping up and down – then came, just a few strokes behind me.
"Golly David! That was fun! Did you enjoy it?"
Exhausted, I could only look up at her. I knew that she'd put me into the feminine role in our lovemaking, but that didn't matter. "That was my first time Carmine. Thank you so much." I said honestly - and gratefully.
"You were a virgin! Oh my god! I wish you'd have told me!" She cried. "Did you like wearing my panties.? Being spanked?" she asked with a high degree of interest in her voice.
"I don't know. Maybe? Yes. I think so." I answered. "But why did you want me to dominate you?"
"Well? I've a theory about that." She answered. "When a man and a woman get together, there are certain rules that have to be followed, so that each of them know where they're at. Which one is the man - which one is the woman."
"Oh, surely it can't be that simple." I argued.
"Of course it is." She said blithely. "I was the man. You were the woman. Wasn't it fun? Didn't you like it?"
"Aw, c'mon Carmine" I said weakly. "C'mon. Eh?"
"Makes sense to me." She said. "And looking back - that was pretty well the way the whole night played out, wasn't it?"
"What do you mean." I asked, but had the funny feeling that I knew what she was going to say.
"You - you played the woman's role. Made the meal. Served me. I played the man's role. Enjoyed all the things you did for me, came on to you. I offered you the man's role. You didn't want it - so I took it! You going to tell me you didn't like how it turned out?" She giggled "Bullshit!"
She pulled up from me. "Look Dave? That was nice. But don't be getting any hangups about what happened. Us stews get really tired of being bugged my a bunch of would be Rambo's. That's one of the reasons that groups like us form - try and settle in the same apartment complexes. Make sure that we're with the kind of people we like.."
"Groups like us?" I asked ."What are you talking about?"
"Well - we're all girls, you know.."
She was talking slowly now, feeling her way along as she explained. "Probably more than a few of us are lesbians, but at the same time, we sometimes enjoy men's company."
"Like tonight?" I asked coyly.
She laughed. "David? You're funny! When I talk about a man, I mean heavy , aggressive, nasty sometimes. You're far too sweet. Nice and soft, smooth. Hell, I think I've got more muscles..."
I shifted uncomfortably beneath her. She sensed my unease.
"I don't know why you can't accept what I'm saying. When I'm with women, I sometimes play the man's role - more often the woman's. I enjoy either one. Why can't you do the same?"
"But you are a woman." I urged. "And .. If we have sex again ...."
"Oh! We most certainly will!" She interrupted.
"..then I'll be the man?" I asked.
She seemed to think for a second, then sighed regretfully. "Afraid not, David. We've established our relationship now. I'm the guy. You're the girl." She put her hand over my mouth. "Hush! You asked me a question, then sidetracked me. Let me finish, eh?"
I nodded.
"See? This apartment building is great for stews. Not too far from the airport, but far enough out of the flight path - and built well enough that we don't get our sleep disturbed. We can get a shuttle bus or taxi without it costing an arm or a leg - not only that? By living in a group like this we help each other out. Can have all girl's parties any time we want."
"No mixed parties?" I asked. "Now that I think of it, I've been pretty sure I've heard parties going on up here - other floors too.."
"Not noisy. Please tell me they weren't noisy! The last thing we want to do is piss off other tenants." She sounded anxious.
"No. Not at all." I assured her. "It's just suddenly dawned on me that I've never seen any men with you stewardesses - and don't think I've seen any looking like they were going to a party." I added.
"No. Men are fine at times, but this is our home now and they just aren't welcome, most of the time. Before we let any other stews in here, we make sure they agree with us on that point."
"How many stews live here now?" I asked. "Seems like there's more and more all the time."
"You're right there!" She laughed. "On this floor alone almost half of the apartments have got stews in them. As a matter of fact, a couple of friends of mine are taking over apartment 'C' next week."
"Mrs. Symes?" I asked. "Didn't know she was selling out.."
"Don't know who lived there before but after Sandi and Jeri move in, we'll have seven of the twelve apartments on this floor."
I gawped at her. "That many?"
"Yes." She answered. "And on the other floors, I'd guess we have about fifteen apartments all told."
"My god!" I said. "It's becoming the YWCA!"
"Nothing overly Christian about us," she laughed. "But yes. Now that you mention it, us stews are getting to be a power in this complex."
She leaned over me, and kissed me. "Shall we try for one more time? I think I'm getting signals of renewed interest from down there. True?"
I certainly wasn't about to argue.
She refused to stay the night as she had to get up early the following morning for a flight, and wanted to make sure that she'd be on time.
"But I'll be home Thursday" she notified me. "So why don't you plan on having dinner in my apartment. Come over at, say, say three-thirty?"
It seemed rather early for getting together, but I certainly wasn't about to complain. She removed her panties from me and put them back on. Then the remainder of her clothes were thrown on as well. She gave me a long lingering kiss. "See you Thursday sweetie. Don't forget now!" With that, she was gone.
I was exhausted, but got re-dressed myself, then moped around cleaning the place. I loaded up the dishwasher but didn't turn it on - thought I'd leave it for the morning.. I was going to change the sheets on the bed, but they still bore traces of her perfume, so I left them. Not long after, I was in bed. I probably stayed awake for all of thirty seconds.
Thursday, prompt at three thirty, I was knocking on her door. A bunch of flowers in one hand, candy in the other.
The door flew open. Carmine stood there resplendent in a long green caftan. This time, her hair was loosely framing her face. I couldn't make up my mind. Had she got more beautiful? I would never have dreamed it possible, but could swear that she had!
"Come in. Come in. Ooh, chocolates! Love them. Thank you. And these flowers are gorgeous. Let me put them in a vase." She gave me a smooch on the cheek. Took the flowers and disappeared into the kitchen. I took stock of my surroundings.
Talk about a disaster! The place looked as if a hurricane had just blown through. It wasn't dirty, but needed a good dusting and vacuuming. Clothes seemed to be strewn everywhere. I could even see into the bedroom - which was worse if possible. Instinctively, I picked up a couple of magazines that were lying on the chairs and sofa, and stacked them on the coffee table - after I made room for them there. Carmine came back in with the vase of flowers in her hand.
"These are beautiful David. Should I put them on the hall table do you think?"
"If you can find room?" I said, smiling.
She giggled. "I'm afraid Sara and me are two of a kind - kinda messy."
"You can say that again." I agreed, adding another magazine to the collection.
"If you'd start picking up these clothes next?" She said. "Some of them are Sara's, but I'll help you separate them later on."
I didn't know what to say to this. It wasn't exactly what I'd expected, but there again, nothing around Carmine seemed to be routine. She gave me a plastic bag to hold the dirty clothes. "They're all for wash." She explained, "So you won't need to separate them yet."
It was sort of embarrassing, picking up some of her intimate lingerie in the bedroom, but I could see some sort of order emerging about ten minutes later. I wondered what Carmine was doing. When I went back into the living room, she was sitting on the couch painting her fingernails.
"You're such a darling!" She exclaimed. "Come here. Carmine will give you a kiss."
Happily I went over and sat beside her. "All done." I said. "Gosh, you had a lot of clothes lying around."
She laughed, and pulled me into her for the promised kiss.
I'd been thinking over our previous conversation about my role, and had decided to be more masculine in my approach. It didn't seem to be working too well though, I thought as she bent me over backwards over her knees and kissed me again, firmly. Then she pulled me back up.
"Would you mind, David? Just give the carpet a little run over with the vacuum?"
"You should maybe dust first." I answered.
"Oh! Would you? That would be so nice!" She exclaimed. "But what am I thinking about?" With that, she slapped her forehead lightly. "Just a minute dear." She added, disappearing into the kitchen again. She reappeared in seconds, opening up some material, laughing.
"I don't really know how we have some of these in the house. Neither Sara nor I ever wear them. Must have got them when one of us was in a domesticated mood. Didn't last long, I'll tell you. Here. Stand up, and I'll put it on for you."
And I found myself standing as she put a frilled white, full length apron over my head. Turned me around, then was tying the ribbons at the back into a large bow.
"But Carmine.." I protested.
"What's the matter?" She asked quickly. "Something wrong?"
I plucked ineffectually at the frilled skirt of the apron. "I don't really think I need this...."
"Of course you do!" She said briskly. "Now. If we're ever going to have dinner tonight, I'd suggest you get a move on!"
And, in my frilled apron, I bustled around, dusting then vacuuming while my hostess read a magazine or watched TV. I tidied up the kitchen and loaded a lot of dishes into the dishwasher after giving them a quick pre-wash. She'd looked out some boned chicken breasts for dinner. It seemed like a lot for the two of us, and I commented on this.
"Oh.. Didn't I mention it? Sara's probably due in about a half hour. She'll maybe join us. If she doesn't, you can maybe keep the leftovers for lunch or something. You'll find salad stuff in the fridge if you want to make one - and there's all sorts of canned goods in the larder if you think of anything else." She added.
Before five o'clock, I was just about on schedule. I'd thrown a salad together, and the chicken was baking in the oven. I'd microwaved some rice and had it in the fridge cooling, so that I'd be able to fry it later. It was to be nothing special as a meal, but I hadn't really been given much time I thought.
The doorbell rang.
"Would you get that dear?" Carmine said. "It's probably Sara. She's always forgetting where she put her keys."
I looked at her, horrified.
"What's the matter dear?" She asked.
"This . This.. Apron." I mumbled.
"Why? There's nothing wrong with it, is there?. It's not dirty or anything like that, is it?"
"Well. No.. But.."
She shook her head impatiently. "Well, would you answer the bloody door?"
I felt somewhat chastened, so went to do her bidding.
It was Sara. I'd seen her before. A really pretty blonde. A cute companion piece to Carmine. She wore her uniform, and looked a little tired. She smiled at me.
"David? You must be! Right? Carmine's told me so much about you." She advanced on me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes took in the room next. "Why, you've done wonders in here! My goodness!"
"Hey there sister." Carmine called from the couch. "How'd you know it wasn't me that did the clean up?"
"Yeah. Sure. That'll be the day." Sara replied, laughing. She turned back to me. "Be a sweetheart. Dump this on the bed and run me a bath. Would you please? I'm going to have a stiff drink before I do anything else."
I was a little stunned by her request but, her bag in my hand, I went and did as she had requested. Left the water running once I was sure that the temperature would be about right. Took a few minutes and tidied the bathroom a little. Found some fresh towels. Laid them out for Sara.
When I went back into the living room they were both having a drink. "Would you like one David?" Sara asked. "I guess the least I can do for you is to mix you a cocktail."
I astonished myself. "That would be lovely." I said. "But don't let me forget your bath."
"Ok." She said. Then got up and made me a gin and tonic.
It was very pleasant sitting with the two girls, enjoying a chat. Though I had to get up a couple of times to check the dinner and Sara's bath. She finally pulled herself up out of her chair, then went and made herself another drink at the bar. "Gonna take this in for company.." Then "Oh David? I almost forgot. There's a yellow blouse in my bag on the bed. It's clean, but pretty wrinkled. Think you could give it a touch up with a warm iron? I'd really appreciate it.." And with that, she was gone.
I was so astonished that I couldn't speak. Carmine looked up from her magazine. "But don't let it get in the way of dinner, okay? I'm getting hungry. You can do it after we're finished eating if you want."
Everyone seemed to expect that I'd do as they asked - and I didn't know how to refuse. "No. No. I can do it now." I said. "Won't take but a minute.."
"Fine." She said. "You'll find the iron in the kitchen cupboard, and the board there in that long closet beside the kitchen door."
I set the board and iron up then went and got Sara's blouse from her bag. It didn't need too much, so I just touched it up carefully and hung it on a hanger back in her closet in the bedroom. Put the board and iron away. Started setting up the table.
I took my apron off once I had served up dinner, and the three of us had a nice visit. Sara was very happy with the job I'd done on her blouse. "Know what?" She said to Carmine at one point. "I think you've made a great find in David." I blushed.
I did put the apron on again to clear up and finish the dishes. Neither girl offered to give me a hand - which didn't make me too happy, but I was somehow, too intimidated to rebel.
I was pleased, but embarrassed when Carmine had me sit on her lap after I was finished. She even fed me some of the chocolates I'd bought. She made me feel that I was some kind of pet. Sara sat with us for a short while. She looked more relaxed after her bath. She'd changed into a pair of light blue pants and the yellow blouse I'd ironed. She didn't seem distracted - or even much interested in the way that Carmine was treating me.
Finally, she decided to leave - she had a date with some girls. I was immobilized in Carmine's arms, by this time lying on my back again, diagonally across her body, my head nestled in the crook of her arm. It had become more and more obvious that both girls considered me as Carmine's possession now, as they talked over and around me - in between Carmine's kissing me and feeding chocolates into my mouth.
"Goodnight you two. Behave yourselves." Sara said archly as she left.
It wasn't too long before Carmine, giggling and laughing, had divested me of all my clothes and replaced them with a pair of baby doll pajamas, and was making love to me on the bed. I did try and fight, but she was just too strong, and laughed at my woefully inadequate attempts. I must confess that once I gave up, I enjoyed everything else that followed. When we were finished, she wouldn't even give me my jockey shorts back.
"I'm keeping them as a trophy." She said. "And anyway, I want you to start wearing panties now - especially any time you're with me."
With that, I was given a box of satin, lace trimmed panties for future use - and had to pick a pair to wear there and then. Blushing furiously, I pair of a light green color, put them on, then hurriedly covered them with my pants.
As I went to leave, I got another surprise. She handed me an envelope.
"What's this?" I asked, starting to open it.
She just shrugged as I saw money in it. Quickly I counted it. "One hundred and forty dollars?" I asked. "What's this in aid of?"
"Well we don’t expect you to clean our apartment, cook our dinner, and iron our clothes for nothing." She said. "I hope it's enough. Sara and I agreed that it seemed fair. You think so?"
"I wasn't expecting any money at all." I said, trying hard not to show my delight - I really needed every dime I could get - and this was like a gift from the gods. I did make a sort of half hearted attempt to give her the money back. She just stared at me.
"Now behave." Was all she said. Then she gave me a kiss - a long, strong kiss, her tongue searching my mouth. I slumped in surrender again, my arms snaking around her neck. Then she picked up a paper carrying bag. "Here. You may as well use these - don't think Sara or I ever will. Bring one with you the next time you come over. Ok?"
I knew what they were - the aprons she'd mentioned. "Oh, you shouldn't." I said. (though it didn't stop me from wearing one now and then over the next day or so.)
"Away with you." She said, laughing. "I'll see you next week."
"Next week?" I asked, dismayed. "What day?"
"I'm not really sure - maybe Tuesday." She answered.
But she called me on the Sunday to tell me that she'd been re-routed. Would probably not be back until the Friday. I felt totally lost without her.
That same night, my doorbell rang. Through the peephole, I saw two stews standing there. I opened the door.
"Yes?" Can I help you?" I asked.
One was a slim redhead - dark auburn would be more like it. A rather severe face, though attractive. Held herself extremely erect. The other was taller, and probably a lot more attractive, but rather insipid looking beside her shorter companion.
The redhead spoke. "You must be David. I'm Vera, this is Margaret, my friend." (the way she said 'friend' left no doubt as to the real relationship).
"Yes?" I said again.
"You've said that already." She said shortly.. "Is this the way you treat Carmine's friends? Keep them waiting on the doorstep?"
"Oh shit!" I thought. But smiled at them . "I'm sorry! Why didn't you say so? Please come in." And by saying these simple words, let the dragon into my life.
Vera came in first. I wondered why Margaret paused, then found out as she started bringing in a couple of suitcases and a soft parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with a pink ribbon, from the hall.
"Oh! I'm sorry." I said. "I could have given you a hand with these.."
"Yes.. You could have," Vera said from her seat in my chair. "But that's all right - this time."
I looked at her. This woman was scary. Small, but sat in my house as if she owned it - and me. "Can I get you ladies a drink?" I asked.
Vera showed attractive teeth as she smiled, "I'll have a straight gin - with a twist if you have it. Margaret can have a soft drink. Any kind will do."
"But Vera? I'm tired." Margaret complained. "And I'd really like a good stiff drink."
"Well okay - but forget the 'stiff part. And don't get silly on me then." Vera said. "I'll get very cross if you do."
"A light scotch and soda? If you have it?" Margaret asked me, sighing. Then turned to Vera. "We're not working tomorrow - so I promise I won't get silly."
Vera nodded. "Okay then. Just remember!"
"Thanks Vera." Margaret said humbly, then turned to me. "So sweeten it up a little more then, ok?"
Glad for the excuse to get away from the small woman with the commanding presence, I hurried away and made the drinks. Carried them back to the living room in my hands. "Here you are ladies! Good health!" I said, handing them the drinks. Vera seemed reluctant to take hers. "Don't you have a tray?" She asked stiffly.
"Ah - well? Yes. I wasn't .. Didn't .."
"Oh do be quiet!" She snapped, taking the drink from my hand, and taking a healthy pull at it. She actually smiled after that.
"Now that's better David! A really good drink. I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"Perfectly all right." I conceded weakly. "You ladies have probably had a bad day."
"That's very understanding of you David." Vera said smoothly. "Are you expecting company?"
"Oh no." I said.
"I don't mean just tonight - I mean for the rest of this week?" She asked.
"No. Not this week - though Carmine's due in around Friday sometime." I replied.
"Very good!" Vera said. "I understand that you have a two bedroom flat here?"
"Yes." I said proudly. "It's an old building, but the rooms are a good size."
"Excellent!" She said brightly. "You won't mind us staying with you until Friday then? We're scheduled to fly out that afternoon."
I could only stare at this woman, totally intimidated.
"But I wasn't expecting.. I normally don't... I don't think you ladies would be comfortable - this is just a bachelor pad..."
"We'll compensate you of course." She said firmly. "And stop babbling nonsense."
"But the bed's not ready." I said weakly.
"Then go and change the linens. You do have a change of bedding I assume?"
"Of course!" I said, stung by her insinuation.
"Then? Look them out. Margaret will give you a hand to change the sheets and pillowcases."
"But I'm tired, Vera." Margaret whined. "Can't he do them by himself?"
Vera sighed. "No! Help him! We're unexpected guests. Show some manners!"
I saw the flash of anger, quickly hidden in Margaret's eyes. Decided that I'd rather do it myself.
"That's okay Margaret." I said consolingly. "I know where everything is. You don't. Just sit and enjoy your drink."
If I'd expected gratitude from Margaret, I was way off. She shot me a look of undiluted contempt. Then she turned to Vera. "Okay now, dear?"
Vera pursed her lips. Stared at me. "David? I know you don't know me, but please? Don't countermand my instructions or orders again. Is that clear?"
My mouth was suddenly dry. I nodded.
"Very good!" She said. "Now. Carmine was telling me that you're very good around the house? Margaret and I decided to buy .. A sort of .. Introductory? Present for you."
At these words, Margaret handed the paper parcel to me. I took it.
"But.. You didn't have to do that.." I said, starting to open it.
Oh god! A lightweight, but bulky mass of fabric jumped out of the paper at me. I stared at the exotic apron - for that's what it was. Mostly white, but trimmed around the bib and hem of the skirt with a bright floral motif. A matching trim on large patch pockets. Wide soft ties. The skirt was very full. Seemed to be comprised of layers of material.
"Isn't it lovely?" Margaret asked spitefully. "After we heard all about you? It seemed just perfect! Why don't you try it on?"
And I stood, just as helplessly as I had with Carmine, as she put the bib over my head and , after arranging the full skirt of the apron to her satisfaction, tied the bow at the back..
Vera smiled. "Very suitable, I'd say. Like it?"
And I didn't have the strength to say anything else but "Oh yes. It's lovely! Thank you both."
And, embarrassed as I was, I had to admit that it was a lovely apron. While walking, it seemed to float around me like a cloud. While still, it created a picture of total femininity. Margaret decided to join me after all. She unpacked for herself and Vera, then stood, negligently examining her reflection in the bedroom mirror as I bustled around, airing and re-making the bed. She yawned theatrically.
"You know? I don’t really need any help from .. What do the Brits call them? ... Poofs? Like you – when Vera and I have a little spat , and?" She continued spitefully. "You keep arguing with Vera? You're going to see her bad side." She grinned. "I guarantee - if you do? She'll see your backside - know what I mean?"
I knew only too well, and it showed. Margaret smiled. "I'll leave you to it. See if I can get the boss back in a good humor." With that, she left me to finish. I opened up the windows to get some more fresh air into the room, left a nightlight on, so that they would find their way, and vacated the room. As I walked back to the living room, I could hear music. When I entered, Vera and Margaret were dancing together, Vera leading. Margaret's head bent forward and resting on her shoulder.
Vera addressed me. "D'you like to dance?"
"Yes. But I'm not very good." I said.
"Oh. I find that hard to believe. Come here and let me see. Margaret? Watch how he does.. Maybe you can give him some pointers later, eh?"
Margaret seemed only too happy to have the chance to sit down. She nodded. "Sure Vera. But don't be making me jealous." she finished lightly.
Vera just smiled, and waited for me to come to her, her arms lifted. As I walked towards her, I suddenly realized that they were in the man's position. I guessed that it would not be prudent to complain, so simply assumed the female role.
She was a nice dancer. Very light on her feet, but a nice strong leader. Quickly, I learned to follow.
"He does the girl's part very well." Margaret said from her chair. "He even looks the part. That apron's almost like an evening dress."
Vera's hand left the small of my back. Caressed the layers of the skirt that covered my left hip. Whispered in my ear.
"You know? It feels like a dress too! Isn’t that nice?"
And, apart from the embarrassment of being talked to, and treated like, a woman by two strangers, I knew internally that I liked the feel of this feminine apron around me, liked being held in this woman's arms, liked the fact that I didn't have to take the responsibility of leading a partner.
"Yes." I admitted softly.
She smiled, and pulled me closer to her. Somehow, my head ended up resting on her shoulder. We danced in silence until the song ended.
"Thank you. That was very pleasant." She said. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
"Thank you Vera. I enjoyed it." I replied.
Shortly after that, the two of them headed for bed, arm in arm.. Vera apologized for their departure. "Hope you don't mind David, but we're beat. What time do you normally make breakfast?"
"About seven thirty."
"Normally, that'll be fine - but could you make it for a little later tomorrow? Say eight fifteen? Give us a wake up call about seven thirty?"
"I guess that would be fine." I said, now realizing that I was going to be making breakfast for them.
Margaret shook her head. "Aren't you going to ask what we'd like to eat?" She said as if talking to an idiot.
"Oh. I never thought of that. Sorry!" I said before I had time to think.
"Any cold cereal will do, toast - make sure it's hot to the table, coffee - black, nice and strong - the same for both of us - but if you have any orange juice, that'll be nice too. Okay?"
I nodded dumbly. "Yes. I have some in the fridge."
"Great! Margaret said. "Goodnight then."
"Goodnight ladies." I replied.
I wasn’t too far behind them in going to bed, but didn't fall asleep immediately. The humiliating events of the evening wouldn't leave my mind. Gradually I got angrier. Was just on the point of getting out of bed and throwing them out of the apartment altogether, but decided to wait.
The morning brought a new light to it - or at least a different mind set. I mean, after all, they had been pleasant enough? - well maybe a little bossy, and I had accepted a present from them - I mean it was feminine right enough - but that was just a mistake, surely? And I could always throw it away after they had left, couldn't I?
While these musings were going around my head, I was preparing breakfast as requested. I had a couple of types of cereal, and in the bread department I had wheat, rye, and raisin . The orange juice I'd thought I had was over the expiration date on the carton - but Margaret hadn't demanded it, had she?
It tasted a little on the funny side, so I threw it out.
I also found myself in another apron, without even remembering putting it on. Not as pretty as the one they had got me - but a nice one all the same. It looked quite smart actually. I checked the bow that I'd tied at the back. Yes! It was a nice big puffy one - I definitely was getting the knack of tying these bows.
I went to call them at seven thirty, but heard the shower going, so went back to the kitchen. Got the coffee on - a nice blend of Kona and French roast. The smell started filling the kitchen. I set the table with my second best china.
The two women looked refreshed from their nights rest. Vera wore a pair of light blue linen pants, and a fawn, 'v' neck sweater. Just a touch of makeup, small pearl earrings.
Margaret was in a floral print dress, fairly long. High heels. A plain, but substantial, gold chain. Earrings to match. Her hair was still a little damp from the shower but it looked as if she'd spent some time applying her makeup. She seemed in a much better mood as we all exchanged 'good mornings'.
They sat at the table and I poured their coffee immediately. Both took appreciative sips. "Knew that was going to be lovely." Vera remarked "Could tell from the smell."
Margaret nodded in agreement. After I told them what was available, they placed their orders. "And I'll have a nice big glass of that orange juice." Margaret said.
"I'm sorry. Don't have it." I told her.
"But you said..." She started.
"Yeah - but it had passed the expiration date." I said. "Sorry."
She turned to Vera, who was engrossed in the morning paper. "Honey? Isn't Sara here this morning? Was that her I saw in the lobby last night?"
Vera looked up. "Yes. Think it was.. Why?"
Margaret turned back to me. "Just run up to Sara's. Would you? Borrow some from her. She'll have plenty - she's a bit of a health nut."
I pursed my lips. Error! Started to untie my apron.
"What are you doing?" She asked sweetly.
"Going to get your juice." I said testily.
"But why are you undressing?"
"I'm not. I'm just taking this apron off."
"Why? You'll just be putting it back on when you return, right?"
I saw the way the conversation was starting to go. Felt the stirrings of dread. Tried to backtrack. Smiled sweetly at her. "I don't .. I'm not used to wearing .. Something like this outside."
"But it's not outside, is it? Just down the hall a couple of doors? So why don't you.."
Vera looked up snarling a little. "Look girls! I'm not woken up yet. Don't need this goddam nattering going on.." She fixed Margaret with a baleful frown. "You should know better..." Margaret blanched.
Then Vera turned the frown in my direction. "You! Now! Go and ask Sara for juice. If she doesn't have it, go and ask Caroline in apartment F. If she doesn't have it, you'll have at least tried and can come back - but get your ass out of here before I start getting upset. Ok?"
I had been quite glad to see Margaret get her comeuppance, but once Vera's bad temper was focused on me I had no thought but to get away from it as quickly as I could. Apron flowing around me I took off into the halls of my apartment building - a damned sight more scared of what sat in my own apartment than being caught in a feminine apron.
I went down the hall to Sara's. Knocked on the door quietly. It took her just a moment to answer . She didn't pay my apron any more attention than I'd pay a neighboring woman appearing in one. She didn't have any orange juice though.
"Orange juice? Too acidic. I don't drink it - but Jean in apartment 'D' will .. I'd almost bet she does."
She was right, but I had to take the side trip to Caroline's in apartment 'F' because - after all - that was what Vera had ordered, wasn't it?
Her reaction as she answered the door to a young man in a flowing apron - desperate for a glass of orange juice, was almost the opposite to Sara's.
"Yes?" Open mouth. Then, smiling "Oh! You must be David? Carmine back in town?"
When I explained that it was Vera and Margaret who actually wanted the juice, her grin faded.
"Don't have any - for that Vera!" Caroline snapped. "But any time you need it for yourself ? - or Carmine? I'm sure I could find some. Understand?"
I did - only too well. Left, and knocked on the door of apartment D a few seconds later. A chunky redhead in a blue caftan opened the door, and I explained my errand. She appraised my apron with clear hazel eyes, the smiled. "Come in sweetie. I've got plenty." She introduced herself saying she'd seen me in the building now and then. I had to admit that she did look familiar to me as well. Then I stood in the kitchen as she poured the golden liquid - slowly - into a container .
"I hear you did a super job on cleaning up Carmine and Sara's place?"
I shrugged modestly. "It wasn't much.."
She held the glass of juice in her hand. "Well? Me and Sonia? We really need somebody to clean up after us. Are you fully booked? If you are, could we get on your list?"
"My list?"
"Yes. Customer list. You do run a maid service, don't you? I heard you did. $150 for a full clean up, wasn't it?"
"Oh no. That was for cooking dinner too."
"Wow! That too! That would be great! Please? Promise you'll consider us. Please?"
In a state of utter confusion, I promised I would 'consider' this, then left with the needed juice.
"Took you long enough." Margaret said caustically, but took the juice from me.
"Neither Sara nor Caroline had any - I'd to go to Jean's for it." I explained.
Vera looked up from her paper. Smiled nicely. "Margaret? I think you owe David an apology."
Margaret nodded. "You're right. David? I'm very sorry. You've been very sweet. I'm sorry I've been so bitchy, but I'll think of some way to make it up to you. Honest."
She seemed to mean every word of it. Astounded, I told her to think nothing of it, then proceeded to prepare and serve up their meals.
As I started to clear away their dirty dishes, Vera asked me to join them. "Pour a cup of coffee. We've some business to transact." She said.
I didn't know what she was talking about, but was grateful for the chance to sit down, so followed her suggestion.
"Margaret and I were talking while you were gone looking for the juice. How much rent do you pay for this apartment?"
"Actually? None. I own it outright - my aunt left it to me in her will."
"Oh?" She turned to Margaret. "Any idea how much Caroline's paying?"
"Yeah. Last I heard, she and Rhonda are paying $1400 a month."
"$1400 a month!" I interjected, astonished.
"That's a bargain." Vera replied. "Two girls getting a nice place like this for a base for $700 a month each? That's a steal!"
"And that's only for a one bedroom." Margaret added. "Don't forget that. And the living room here is a lot bigger than theirs."
"True." Vera said.
She turned to me. "Last night, I said we'd compensate you for your room and services. Here's my offer. You'll do breakfasts and dinners, clean up after us. Make the beds, do our washing and ironing - maybe some other little chores?"
I was horrified. These women expected me to be their servant! I almost got enough courage to say something, but she continued and effectively shut me up.
"As Margaret said. You've been very sweet. Made a couple of mistakes of course, but you obviously keep a nice home, and look like you're obedient. All you need now is to learn our likes and dislikes. How does $400 sound?"
"Four hundred dollars?" I said slowly. Totally amazed.
"She forgot to say that we'd also pick up the groceries for the week - including what you get for yourself." Margaret said quickly.
I've always been fairly astute mathematically. I'd been paid $150 the other day. On Friday, I'd be picking up another $400. Not only that? It sounded as if my grocery bill was going to practically disappear - for at least one week. This was all tax free! Not only that, apart from some little chores, I was making a lot more money than I normally did bookkeeping, for doing just a little more than doing my normal housework and following my own routine!
But I'm honest as well as poor. "I wasn't complaining about your offer. It just seems awful high to me. If you'd asked me, I'd have said about two hundred and fifty - something like that."
Both women looked at me in amazement. Margaret spoke first, laughing. "David? You're very sweet. Really! Now Vera may end up screwing you - she likes obedient young boys like you - but neither one of us will screw you financially. We offered you a deal. It's more than fair to us, and you don't seem to mind. The offer still stands. Do you want to take it?"
"I don't know what to say." I said. "It's very generous of you both."
"That's settled then." Vera said crisply. "What do you have scheduled for today?"
I shrugged. "Tidy up. Make the beds. Dinner later. That reminds me. What would you ladies like for dinner?"
"That's one of the reasons I asked." Vera said. "Why don't you and Margaret go out shopping this morning? After that, you'll have a good idea of our likes and dislikes, so that when we're scheduled to come back again, you'll be more likely to have everything all ready for us.”
"But? I thought you were only here for one week - or at least until Friday?" I asked.
"That's true." She said. "But we generally have about one week off time every month. We like this city. It makes a great base. So we’ll be coming back on a regular basis. Does that create any problems?"
So. Not only was I making money this week - it looked as if this might be a fairly regular thing! "No.. No problems." I answered.
"Ah." She said. "I almost forgot. Us stews? We're like gypsies, so we carry a lot of wash and wear stuff with us?"
I didn't know where she was going, but nodded understandingly.
"But we do like to have some dressier stuff - you know , our evening gowns, expensive outfits, that kind of thing?"
I nodded again.
"Well we'd really appreciate it if we could leave most of our better stuff here. It's a lot to ask, but you look as if you have a ton of closet space in there. Would that be all right?"
"No problem, Vera."
"That's very nice of you. Thanks." She smiled. "When you and Margaret go out you can take some of our stuff to the dry cleaners. Then, when you come back, you could do our laundry?"
"Laundry?" I thought. "Washing a bunch of women's stuff? Oh god!" But I just nodded obediently.
"And? Would you object very much if we had Jean and her roomie over for drinks about four? Not for dinner, just a couple of drinks. We'll provide the booze as well. Ok?"
"It sounds like fun. Could we ask Sara too?" I asked. "She's very nice."
"Of course." Vera said. "We just didn't want to overload you."
I had the place presentable in less than half an hour. Margaret had got ready to go, and had collected the stuff for dry cleaning in a paper tote bag. I finally got the chance to take off my apron. We left just a few minutes after that. Vera had called the other girls we'd talked about and they'd said they'd all be delighted to come visit us.
"We'll need to remember to get some munchies." Margaret remarked. "Can't have a small party without them, can we?"