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Quiet Servitude Pt. 01

By: AmandaMI



Author's Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

I would also like to take a moment to thank my best buds for taking the time and having the patience to ask questions about my female alter-ego and to sit there listening to me drone on about the subject of being transgendered. If it weren't for you, this story never would have been born. It was due to all your great questions regarding my transgendered nature and how I would react in particular situations that led me to put them together for this story. Thank you for being my friend and I hope I someday meet a woman like the one I describe as my wife in this story. (At least like the one I describe in the MAIN story listed here.) I'm not sure I'll want to find a woman like the one I describe in one or more of my alternate endings that I have written in order to meet the wide variety of stories enjoyed by the transgendered community. Because this story had so many different, possible endings that came to mind while writing the first nine chapters I have created multiple endings to satisfy as many readers as possible. They alternate endings can be found at the end of the main story.

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

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Chapter 1 - Wednesday, June 4th

I was knee deep in meetings at work when my computer chimed indicating that an email had reached my inbox. My part of the conference call had come to an end and I sat there listening to another person on our team drone on about the project budgets, the driest and often longest part of our weekly calls. These same two hours was roped off on my calendar every Wednesday and once I presented my updates I was essentially free to multitask on other things while the meeting wound down. Today was no different. With no paperwork to do and only other calls to make I turned back to the laptop on my desk and kicked off the screensaver. To my surprise, buried in a couple dozen new emails, there was one from my wife. Two of her old college roommates were coming into town and we had discussed them staying with us. I had no problems with it as we had four bedrooms and they had both accepted the offer. Terry would be arriving mid-day Saturday and Julie around the same time on Sunday. When my wife had first broached the subject of having her two college roommates come to town I was happy for her. We had been relocated to Michigan for my job and although I had made friends through work my wife had only a few people she would consider friends. My wife Christa was literally giddy with the joy at the prospect of the reunion. When we were done with that bit of business over dinner together that night she coyly brought up a bit of news that she, at first, was hesitant to divulge. It seems that Terry, her roommate, was the same Terry she had also dated in college. We had talked about him in the past and I had never made the connection assuming that both her roommates had been women.

"Oh . . ." I remarked as I poked at my potatoes au gratin.

My wife's wide smile started to crack.

"You know I love you right? I DID marry you after all and if you're going to be uncomfortable with this please tell me and I'll have Terry and Julie stay someplace nearby."

It was my turn to smile as I stared at my plate. Christa had talked about the relationship she had had with Terry during the college years and in many respects I was jealous of the bits and pieces I had heard. It wasn't like I had self esteem problems but occasionally felt as though she had made the wrong decision to leave Terry and to have later met and married me. I was stable and made good money. I provided the lifestyle she wanted but couldn't help but think that she had regretted her decision. But after all she did marry me and I was secure enough to know that her feelings for me were genuine. I had nothing to worry about as she was constantly reminding me.

"You have nothing to worry about." She added. I smiled, meeting her eyes.

"I know that." Taking her hand in mine. "I have no problem with them staying with us for the week. It will be nice to finally meet them." 

Apparently these were the right words because the sparkle in her eyes and wide grin had returned.

My mind drifted back from the memory and to the phone call, which had just come to a close. I disconnected and turned back to my laptop, hitting 'reply' on her email. Here came the tricky part. As anyone who uses email to communicate knows, how you reply can say more than what you write and I wanted to make sure that she got the right message. This next week I would do everything possible to make it fun and memorable for her and our guests and wrote as much in the email. Confident that I had phrased it accordingly and was perfectly clear in my meaning I finished up the message by telling her that I pondered her query and had accepted it. I would do as she asked and would clear my calendar, taking the next week off. There wasn't anything on there that I couldn't reschedule or miss altogether. I would have my assistant take the call next week and would spend the time at home with our guests. Within a minute's time I received another half dozen emails, one of which was a response from my wife. She was so excited and promised me that I wouldn't regret it. 

I had hoped that we would take the week off and go somewhere by ourselves but if she had a great time next week that would be good enough for me. I deleted the email, kicked on the screensaver and left the office telling my secretary Debbie that I was heading out for the rest of the day. 

Chapter 2 - Wednesday Evening, June 4th

I arrived home and pulled into the garage. Before I had even reached the kitchen I could already make out the sent of barbecued chicken cooking in the oven and hope the smell wasn't simply blowing in from the neighbor's grill. I wasn't disappointed. When I stepped inside I could see the oven working away as potatoes boiled on the stovetop, my wife hidden in a cloud of steam.

"I don't think I forgot our anniversary." I mentioned to her as I slid up behind her and nuzzled her neck, something that drove her crazy.

"You didn't miss anything darling. I just thought I'd whip up something special tonight is all." I love to see her smile and she didn't disappoint.

"Uh-huh." I said skeptically. "I usually get my favorite BBQ chicken and it comes with strings attached. I don't find out about those until AFTER we eat though and by then you've upheld your side of an agreement I don't get to hear until dessert. Then again, it's not a deal without French silk pie." I looked around and didn't see one so I thought I was safe and maybe she just wanted tonight to be special. It had been a couple of busy months at work and we hadn't spent as much time together.

She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bowl of slaw to go with the chicken. On the top shelf I could see a pie, suspiciously looking like French Silk, sitting alone on the top shelf.

"You are always so suspicious!" she said, pecking me on the lips while she returned to the potatoes boiling on the stove.

"I knew it." I said, resigning myself to the fact that she was indeed up to something. I wasn't going to get anything else out of her until after dinner I decided so after getting a few inquiries rebuked I headed for the master bedroom and changed into my sweats.

"Dinner's ready!" 

Here we go I said to myself as I returned to the kitchen and took my usual seat at the dining room table.

"How was work?" she asked as we dug in.

There was even cornbread on the table and real butter, not that fake stuff we usually ate. This could get expensive.

"Just fine dear." I played along. "How was your day?"

We carried on like a pair of smitten teenagers, while we ate, exchanging comments in between bites.

Two helpings of chicken, three interruptions by telemarketers and a big piece of chocolate pie signaled the end of a meal I had to admit was truly awesome.

"How much is this going to cost me?" I finally asked, noticing that she had jumped up to clear the table and begin to load the dishwasher, a task I normally took care of since she had done the cooking. She finally relented, shooting me a quick look while she finished up wiping down the counter.

"Only a couple of hundred dollars at most."

"We're not adopting a child from South America are we?"

"No no. Nothing like that" she said, sitting back down and taking my hands in hers.

"Then what?" I said, smiling. Hoping to mask the nervous quiver I heard in my voice.

Over the next twenty minutes she outlined a scheme that had caught me totally off guard. She could see my apprehension yet there was something in my face that gave away a hint of excitement as the prospect she proposed.

"Honey. You've been exploring your feminine side for years now, dressing in clothing and you've gotten so much better with makeup. You have been crossdressing all of your life. We've even been going to support meetings every month and I get the feeling that you want to do more, go further, explore that side of you. This would be a perfect opportunity! Haven't I been supportive?" she asked.

"Yes. Of course you have. You've always been there for me. Any other woman would have probably run away screaming. And it is true that I've been wanting to push the boundaries further."

"And this would be a great opportunity to do it here, in our house."

She was right. She had me hooked and could tell it from the gentle nod of the head. 

"I knew I would do anything to make this next week the best it could be for you; for us. I . . . . you just caught me by surprise with this one."

"It will be fun. I'll tell Terry and Julie that you had to go out of town for work and regret missing them. Maybe we can even go out to California to visit them this winter."

"And I'll be here all the while acting as our live in maid?"

"Housekeeper. Light cleaning, cooking, that sort of thing. You can wear those maid outfits you have and get comfortable being around other people here in the safe confines of our own house. You don't know Terry or Julie and they're both from out of town. This could be fun. This WILL be fun. A little role-playing that will give you a chance to practice your makeup, dress, walk and rapport. I think you'll like the opportunity and it will mean so much to me. I know you want me to enjoy next week."

It was that last comment that had driven home my decision well before those perfectly pouty lips had replaced that gorgeous smile.

"OK. All right. You're right, I have been looking for a way of pushing my comfort zone out a little." Even in my chair there at the table just thinking about the deal I had just made gave me the rush I felt while dressing up. This one was just as powerful. I only hoped I wouldn't regret my decision.

"You won't regret your decision." She said, apparently able to read my mind. "Now don't worry, it will be fun and everything will be fine. Since you've gotten so good in your appearance and that they have never met you in person, you should be able to pass if you concentrate. Let's see if we can fool them together all week!"

"It should be interesting. I wish I had the same confidence you do in my abilities."

"It's all about confidence. Remember what they said at the support meetings when we talked to those in the crowd that could pass as women? They said that being confident is the only way that you can pass as a real woman. Here's your chance. Just convince yourself that you can do it and with determination you will. They won't have a clue!"

The excitement in her voice and the confidence she radiated was infectious and I was looking forward to the challenge. This could be fun!

"You're right. I can do this. We can do this." I said, squeezing her hand.

Christa got up from her chair and wrapped those beautiful arms around my neck.

"Let's go in the bedroom. There's something else I want to show you."

She cocked an eyebrow in my direction and did the 'come-hither' finger curl. This was one suggestion I didn't even have to think about.

Chapter 3 - Thursday, June 5th

I tapped my pencil absentmindedly on the blotter on my desk as I pondered the coming week. The only thing keeping my mind off of the upcoming event was wondering why we still had desk blotters in the age of electronics. Convinced that I wouldn't find the answer my mind turned back to letting my alter ego Stacy out for an entire week. I had secretly wished for such a thing to happen but hadn't found an opportunity or courage to ask Christa to make it happen. Now it was going to happen and it was my wife that had suggested it. I would cherish every minute, learn everything I could, practice my womanly rapport at every opportunity and would do everything I could to try and pull it off for Christa and for myself. 

The afternoon hours whittled away as I watched the clock hands crawl around to quitting time and shut off my computer. I was distracted today and got little accomplished. I was sure that tomorrow, the day before Stacy was to take on a life of her own, would be just as unproductive. With that thought I made my way through the lobby and into my car. The daily grind out on the roads was the same as it always was but as we inched forward through the constant forest of orange construction barrels I didn't seem to notice. It was probably better that we were barely moving given my distant mindset.

After an hour I was safely parked in garage, the door rattling down into place signaling the end of another workday. One more to day to go.

Christa had ordered pizza and we sat in the kitchen eating while she did most of the talking, excited about her friends visiting. There was no word of Stacy visiting but we covered the usually chitchat as we finished off the breadsticks.

"Talked to Terry and Julie today. I apologized profusely for you being in Europe on business and sent your regards." She finally said.

Any second thoughts of backing out on my part were gone now and I was relieved. I was sure that I couldn't turn back now after promising Christa my full cooperation and this simply sealed the deal.

"Good. I know they don't know me and I feel bad for not being here myself but I'll get to meet them as Stacy and like you said, we could always visit them in California in January."

"Exactly! They were disappointed but will get to meet you officially at some point. I also mentioned Stacy to them and Julie was so jealous!" Christa's voice rose two octaves when she relayed the conversation she had with her friend. "Julie's been talking about getting some help around the house and when I told her we had a live in housekeeper she was so envious. That might not mean much to guys in general but to women this is like the Holy Grail of our competitive nature. I know it's petty and all but with our nice house, a housekeeper and a husband like you I am so proud!"

I smiled as we tossed the paper plates and headed for the living room to curl up on the couch and watch the news. 

"I still don't know if Stacy's ready for Saturday or the week." I finally mentioned during a commercial break.

"Second thoughts?" she asked, a look of worry creasing her beautiful face.

"No. Not at all. There are just a few things I need is all."

She was beaming again and relieved.

"Trust me. There's nothing to worry about. Just give me a list and I'll pick them up tomorrow."

I gave her a quick rundown on a handful of items and she made a mental note. Nuzzling up closer she said she'd take care of it all. 

The rest of the evening passed in blissful peace 

Chapter 4 - Friday, June 6th

Over the past 36 hours the butterflies were fluttering. Now it was Friday and they were flocking. As predicted I had accomplished absolutely nothing at work. The project was running smooth and with my calendar clear over the next ten days there really wasn't anything to accomplish. I answered a few emails and sat back picturing what was to come. Now that the dice had been rolled and our guests expecting to see Stacy and not I, the pressure was off and I began to get excited over the prospect of things to come. What wasn't a surprise was how fast the hours in the afternoon darted past and it was time to go home. The office was abandoned as I made my way through to the parking lot and swung back out into lighter traffic. I hadn't heard anything from Christa all day and continued to wonder how this would all end. When I pulled into the garage and didn't see her Cadillac I began to wonder what she was up to. Strangely, with her not being home I became even more aroused. I was feeling that glorious rush of adrenaline that normally came with getting dressed up in woman's clothing. The rush only intensified when faced with going out into public view as Stacy. It was a great, legal rush!

I parked the car and went inside, not bothering to call out. Greeting me when I entered the kitchen was a note on the table.

'Grab some leftovers and go take a bath and shave. I'll be home in a while.'

There was BBQ chicken from the other night but I could only eat a portion of my usual serving. The butterflies were taking up too much room in my stomach. I finished off what I could, packed the rest back in the refrigerator and headed for the master bedroom, shedding clothes as I went, dropping them in the hamper as I headed for the bathroom. What I found there was another note waiting for me.

'Not THIS bathroom Stacy. YOUR bathroom. And there's a present waiting for you there.'

I smiled at the note. Apparently Stacy's room was the small guestroom down at the other end of the hall. On the sink in the guestroom bathroom was a bottle of bath soap to soften the skin. Sitting on the side of the tub was my razor and shaving cream. Christa had unpacked my makeup and brush and had even moved my electric toothbrush in here. She had thought of everything, including a candle on the edge of the bath. Thankfully it was not lit. I grabbed the BBQ lighter from the kitchen and strolled back to my appointed task. With the candle lit and hot water filling the tub I settled down into the soft bubbles and relaxed for a few minutes feeling the nerves and tension from the week draining away. I had just picked up the shaving cream and had lathered it on a leg stretching above the suds when I heard the garage door open and a car pull in. We had teased each other about my smooth arms and legs at previous meetings and we both agreed that in a pair of silk nylons and high heels, I DID have a great pair of legs. That gave me some confidence. I was just starting on the other leg when there was a knock at the bathroom door. She normally just barged into the bathroom any other time and I thought it strange that she was knocking.

"May I come in Stacy?" I heard her ask from the bedroom. She was already getting into character! I loved it.


Quiet Servitude Pt. 01



"Yes ma'am." I replied, laying the feminine voice on so thick it was almost comical.

She came in, set a towel on the edge of the tub and leaned in giving me a kiss.

"You shouldn't tease me like that." She said. "In fact, from this moment on we'll start practicing as though Stacy were here. In fact, it looks like she's already arrived." She ran a hand down my smooth shaven leg and I shivered despite sitting in a very hot tub of sudsy water. I could feel an erection shoot up from between my legs but it was hidden under the bed of bubbles. Unfortunately, her hand stopped at the water's edge and she rose to her feet. 

"After you get done finishing up with the grooming you can unpack the things I picked up for you today. Stacy can begin tonight by sleeping in her room. When you get up tomorrow get ready and come out ready to report for work!" she winked at me. "Terry said he'd be here tomorrow around noon. I'll let Stacy get her beauty sleep so she can be ravishing well into the evening before I let her quit for the day."

"Thank you ma'am." I said, starting to enjoy my new role. I wanted to slide into bed next to her tonight but gave in instead. The thought passed while I continued to shave my body. As I started to finish up my mind turned to what the presents could be that she was referring to. I was hoping she wasn't just talking about the nylons, lipstick and other items I had requested.

Freshly shaved and fully plucked, I opened the bathroom door and emerged into the bedroom where numerous boxes lay on the bed. I was savoring the thought of opening them when I realized that I had tossed my clothes into hamper in the master bedroom. Christa had closed the guestroom door and had locked it behind her. I shrugged my shoulders and decided that Stacy would feel more at home in a pair of fresh silk panties instead. I pulled open the closet where Stacy always kept her clothes and shoes and knelt down to open the footlocker where her unmentionables were kept. I opened it and to my surprise found instead an empty container. Puzzled, I was about to ask Christa where they had gone when I stood and spotted the dresser on the opposite wall. With a quizzical look on my face I strolled across the room and pulled open the top drawer to find my odd assortment of bras and panties. I searched the rest and found a few slips, nylons and other items neatly laid out in the drawers completely different than how they had been haphazardly tossed into the footlocker. Christa was really getting into this and it was infectious. 

I selected a pair of satin panties and slipped them, feeling that silky smooth material slide across a full erection. My body shuddered as they slid into place. When I had caught my breath I decide to forgo a bra as it neared bedtime and pulled out a matching nightie, sliding it on over my head, the spaghetti straps straddling my shoulders. It felt so slick across shaven skin, my own nipples getting as erect as they could under the gentle rubbing of the smooth material.

It was clear from the pile on the bed that she had picked up more than nylons, lipstick and some deodorant. I pulled the first box towards me as I sat on the bed and noticed the familiar stripped box with Frederick's in gold across the top. I seriously hoped she wasn't just teasing me with false packaging as she had during last Christmas and found that when I pulled the tissue paper away that she hadn't. Inside there was a new lace a bra and matching silk panties. I checked the size and they were as perfect as they could be for my body. Christa had done her homework. 

"Wonder what the salesperson thought when she approached with these?" I asked myself, knowing that although were the same height, I had much bigger shoulders, a slight tire around the stomach and a waist that was considerably larger than hers. It was a shame really because she always had the BEST clothes and it would have been incredible to be the same size. I was that petite when I was fourteen I remember but wouldn't be again.

I moved on to the next box and found garters and nylons. Not the pantyhose that stretched when you put them on but the wonderful nylons that just wrapped themselves around your legs when you slid them on. They were black and would go perfectly with the patent, black heels and maids outfit I would find myself joyfully wearing beginning tomorrow. It too was black with white collar and white trim around the sleeves. It wasn't a tacky French maid's outfit but rather the English style that was actually worn in service around the world. I pulled the nylons out of the box and let them dangle across my legs and felt another shiver rack my body in pure pleasure. I ran my fingers, now adorned for the week in polished nails with the French manicure style, across the nylons before setting them gently in my dresser drawer, Stacy's dresser drawer. I continued through the other boxes finding my requested items in addition to face cream, slip and other feminine items. With all the boxes open I placed the items in the dresser or in the bathroom cabinets. As she had promised Wednesday evening this would only cost me a couple of hundred dollars and she was true to her word. 

I heard the TV in the master bedroom switch off and assumed that my wife had turned in for the night hoping she would miss my presence as much as I would miss hers. Then again I tended to snore and she might relish the quiet solitude. Not too terribly much I wished with all my heart. 

Confident that I was ready for the challenge ahead of me I turned out the light and pulled back the covers, sliding into bed and quickly dozing off. Tomorrow was going to be something else and no matter what the outcome I was going to make the best of it. 

Chapter 5 - Saturday, June 7th

I woke up in the morning and for a moment I couldn't figure out where the heck I was. I travel a lot for work so I was used to waking up in strange places. Today was no different. I lay still for a few minutes and let my mind catch up with me. I shifted under the covers and felt my shaven legs rub across the silky sheets and it all came rushing back. Under the covers I could feel the nightie and when my hand appeared, long, luxurious finger nails in place, I knew where I was and what day it was. The clock on the nightstand read 9:30 and I knew it was Saturday morning. Today was the day and I could feel the growth between my legs come awake at the thought of events to come. I climbed out of bed and heard the vacuum cleaner running in the house as I neared the bathroom and started the shower, loving the feel of hot water as it rushed across my body driving back the fog. I lathered up and quickly found the erection sticking out from my body, the slick soap covering it. Before I knew it, my hand adorned with the French manicure grasped it light and stroked it quickly. The thoughts of what was to come today had hardened me beyond its normal, upright state and I gasped as the hand continued to slide back and forth, drawing an incredible orgasm in less than sixty seconds. As quickly as I had come, the muscle drew back into its usual state, limp state. I finished up in the shower and stepped out, toweling off and wiping the steam from the bathroom mirror. It was 10 a.m. and knowing that it took an hour for me to get ready I knew I'd be ready to report to work on time. Considering the tightened state of my stomach breakfast, had I had time, would be out of the question. I would nibble during lunch and hopefully be ready to eat for dinner.

After cooling down by strolling around Stacy's room I returned to the bathroom and began the task of shaving my face as close as possible. Convinced that I had gotten it to a state as near to perfect as I could accomplish I continued with the makeup, applying the base coat and trying to make it look natural with light amounts of powder. Putting it on with hands adorned with nails was a little tricky since I usually put on temporary nails after getting ready but was satisfied with the feminine looking face staring back at me. The nose was a little too wide, chin a little too round and the jaw-line a little too square but overall it was better than I could have hoped for. Maybe, just maybe we would pull this off.

I took out the bra and panty Christa had purchased for me and slid them on, my erection returning in record time. I suspected I would be fighting with it all week as I walked around house in my uniform. I put on the exquisite nylons and garter and finally slid into my outfit, pulling the zipper up in back. I had lost a few pounds over the summer and it fell into place perfectly. I stepped into my high heels and wig and strolled confidently back into the bathroom where I pulled my brush from the drawer and straightened up my hair. It wasn't going to get any better but I ran my fingers to loosen it up and strolled across the bedroom to check my appearance in the full-length mirror in the corner. In the light of day streaming in through the lace curtains I was overwhelmed by what I saw. Stacy was looking awesome and my hope rose with her appearance. I tried to smooth out a few creases in the uniform when a knock at the door caused me to jump. It was 11:00 a.m. right on the dot. I brought my breathing under control and answered.

"Yes?" I asked, hoping that Terry hadn't snuck in the house.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked, sounding somewhat hesitant. The look of relief on her face when she opened the door indicated that she wasn't sure I was ready to go through with this.

"Look at you?" she said, admiring my appearance. "I told you that you'd look great."

My face flushes slightly at the compliment and I backed up a few steps to check my appearance again in the mirror.

"Thank you for the presents ma'am. They're beautiful."

"You're quite welcome. I'm sure you'll enjoy them." She said, strolling into the room. 

I looked good but Christa looked absolutely stunning. She had on a cranberry colored silk blouse that drove me nuts every time she wore it. Underneath I could tell she was wearing a thin bra because a hint of her nipples pushed up against the thin material. She had on a short, gray skirt that wrapped around her round hips and ass and hung perfectly. Nylons that were practically invisible wrapped around her long legs and ended at her feet, adorned in black-patent high heels almost identical to my own. She had her long, dark hair in curls the way I like it and had on the diamond earnings and necklace I had given her for our anniversary. Stunning. She was absolutely stunning and was everything a woman could want and everything I wished I could be but never would.

"You look great." She said, walking around behind me and tightening the white apron straps that had come loose. She straightened out my collar in the back and tried, as I had, to smooth out a few of the creases in my uniform. One hand slid down my waist and across my ass, sending wonderful waves of shivers through me. When I opened my eyes she was still standing behind but looking at us in the mirror, a sly smile across her face. She was clearly enjoying the fact that I was enjoying this. The smile retreated from her face when she caught me watching and she walked around in front of me, continuing to adjust my uniform. I could feel the almost constant erection pushing hard against the tight undergarment I wore to keep it in check. When she was finally satisfied with my appearance she spoke.

"Are you ready to do this?" she asked in a serious tone. It was as if she were testing the waters to see if I was ready to go. I couldn't be more ready.

I nodded, a confident smile appearing behind my painted lips. 

She nodded an approval apparently relieved.

"Thank you again for doing this. I really appreciate it."

Following that comment, her smile disappeared again and she became all business.

"Ready to get to work?"

"Yes." I said confidently.

She raised an eyebrow and waited.

"I mean 'Yes ma'am'." I said, turning my gaze down towards the floor in a subservient manner.

"Much better." She said approving. "Now please come out to the living room and finish up the vacuuming for me before our first guest arrives."

"Yes ma'am." I said, closing the bedroom door behind us. Christa sat down at the desk in our study as I stepped to the living room and switched on the vacuum. I normally hated this chore but doing it today, in this outfit changed my mood. The shoes weren't practical for a housekeeper but they felt great and went with the look. I couldn't help but watch the clock as the hands swung towards noon, the time Terry had given for his arrival. The butterflies in my stomach turned it up a notch higher than I thought they could go when I heard the doorbell ring over the growling of the vacuum cleaner. It was 11:40 a.m. Terry was early. I kicked off the power and looked towards the front door, expecting Christa to come out of the study to answer it. The doorbell rang a second time.

"You're going to get it aren't you?" she finally asked from the study.

"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am."

I dashed across the foyer as fast as my heels would allow and peered through the viewing port. A man with a shoulder bag stood just outside. This was obviously Terry. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, unlocked the door and pulled it open, taking a step back.

"Yes?" I asked, trying to sound feminine. Instead, my voice cracked and I sounded horse.

"Hi. I'm Terry. I believe Mrs. Miller is expecting me?"

"Oh yes. Sorry about that sir. Please come in." I motioned him inside.

"Thank you!" he said, pulling the screen door open and stepping into the foyer. Even standing in heels, he was still and inch taller than I was. Through his designer shirt I could see the bulk of muscles rippling.

"Terry! You found the place all right? It's so great to see you!" my wife said as she stepped into view.

"Great directions and I must say that you look sensational!"

It was true. She looked great as we both looked her over. She was nearly six feet herself in the heels she had on.

"Stacy, please take Mr. Williams' bag to the front guest room. And if Terry doesn't mind you can unpack it for him please."

Terry didn't seem to mind. "Thank you Stacy."

Terry handed it to me and I nearly tipped over. Obviously the heels had me off balance but I could help but admire the effortless way he had handed it to me.

"Yes ma'am." I said.

They embraced for a few moments and separated, kissing lightly as one would expect of old friends. When they separated it was clear she felt more than glad to see him. Her voice had dropped slightly, a nervous laugh came out, her face had gone flush and her nipples had come to attention under the thin material of her blouse.

"You don't look like you've aged a day since I last saw you!" he commented as I left the room. 

I set his bag down on the bed, which moaned under the strain. I unzipped it and pulled out the contents, putting the shirts and pants in the drawer. Next came his silk boxers and I put them in the top drawer along with socks and under shirts. I placed his shaving kit in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, sliding my hands through the remaining pockets of his duffel bag. In the last one my hand struck something and I pulled it out. An unopened box of condoms. Wonder if he's planning ahead and expecting some action this weekend. Christa did mention he had also dated Julie in school and in fact she had met Terry through Julie. Not sure where to put them I dropped them back into the pocket, zipped it closed and dropped the duffel in the bottom of closet, closing the doors.

I returned to the living room and my wife and guest were no where to be seen. So much the better I guess as I began to calm down from my first encounter as Stacy. I picked up the vacuuming where I left off and after finishing the living room I worked my way through the house, finally spotting Christa and Terry out back on the patio under the shade. When she saw me she motioned me outside. My eyes darted around to check the neighbors yard and found no one. I slide the screen aside and stepped outside into the shade of the umbrella.

"I don't think I properly introduced you when Terry arrived. Terry. This is our housekeeper Stacy. Stacy, this is Terry, my old roommate from college."

"How do you do sir. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Williams." I said, working to keep eye contact.

"You too Stacy."

"Want something to drink Terry?" Christa asked.

"Sure. It's only noon but a beer sounds good?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Anything for you ma'am?" I asked, feeling more into the role and comfortable knowing that the neighbors weren't out doing yard work.

"Lemonade sounds good. Are you hungry Terry? I think we have cold cuts. Do we have any tuna fish Stacy?"

"I'm not sure ma'am but I can make some if you like."

"That sounds good." Terry said.

"Thank you Stacy. Tuna fish would be great."

I retreated inside, enjoying the sounds of my heels as they clacked against the hard tile floor. I poured a glass of lemonade, opened a beer and found one of the serving trays we received years ago for our wedding. I walked back to the doorway, stepped carefully out onto the deck and under the umbrella, setting down the tray and giving each their drink. I grabbed the tray and was ready to head back to the kitchen when our neighbor Roger rolled passed on his mower and waved.

"Tuna sandwiches will be ready in a moment" I said, grabbing the tray and retreating inside making sure to time it when Roger was rolling towards the back of the yard away from us.

I was breathing easier from the safe confines of my kitchen as I finished the sandwiches, loaded them on plates, added some chips and set them on the tray, watching Roger tooling around the yard hoping to time it right once again. Out in the sun of the deck I was sure he'd recognize me so I wanted to either be inside the doorway or in the shade of the umbrella where I'd stand a chance of anonymity. When Roger had circled the yard and was heading back towards the front of his house I was getting ready to make my move when I saw Roger's wife Lisa had stepped up the steps of our deck, shook hands with Terry and took a seat at our picnic table. The air conditioning was on and the windows closed so I couldn't hear the conversation. My breathing picked up and pulse raced as I stood in the kitchen in my high heels with plans on waiting out my neighbor out before delivering lunch. I felt hope rising when I saw Christa start to get up from the concrete bench and approach the doorwall. 

"Stacy?" she said, sliding the door open.

"Yes ma'am?" I called out.

"Can you bring another lemonade out when you come please?" With that I heard the doorwall slam shut.

Oh no. I looked at my reflection in the stove and took a deep breath wondering if I could do this. Terry might not recognize me but Lisa certainly would. Christa returned to her seat and was enjoying a joke amongst the trio when I decided that it was now or never. I could do this, I said, trying to convince myself. It was all about confidence. Act the part and people will see what you want them to see.

I poured a second glass of lemonade and added it to the tray along with the salt and pepper, napkins and silverware.

Here goes nothing.

My heels clicked again against the tile floor on my way out to the patio and despite the butterflies in my stomach, I could feel my erection returning again as it did whenever I unexpectedly encountered people while in public as Stacy.

I approached the doorwall and could see them sitting outside. I hesitated, unsure if I could do this after all, when Christa saw me at the door with my hands full and stepped up, opening it for me. I stepped onto the deck and out to the table, setting down the tray, unable to look at Lisa sitting across from me. I unloaded the tray, setting a plate in front of Terry and Christa and passed Lisa her lemonade.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 01



"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome." I said, trying to gather myself.

"Lisa." Christa said, "This is Stacy Johnson, our new housekeeper."

Apparently Stacy's last name was Johnson, my wife's maiden name.

"I can't believe you have a housekeeper!" she said in disbelief. "I'm going to have to talk to Roger about this. I could use the help with the kids." 

After gathering herself, she continued.

"It's nice to meet you Stacy. Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thank you ma'am." I said, unable to meet her gaze. The erection pushed even harder against my body.

"This is Mrs. Campbell from next door." Christa explained.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Campbell. Will that be all for now Mrs. Miller?" I asked.

"Yes Stacy. Thank you. You can return to the chores."

I quickly grabbed the tray and darted back inside, peeking a glance as I closed the door but didn't see anything in her demeanor to indicate that she had recognized me. My breathing started to slow as I put the tray away and began to clean up the kitchen. I nibbled some tuna fish before returning to the vacuuming, never before so happy to do the menial chore. Within minutes though I had finished up and was looking for something to do when Terry and Christa came in the house.

"We're going to run out for a while, please clean up outside and continue with chores."

They were heading for the garage when I heard the door open. 

"Can we take the Porsche?" Terry asked.

"Absolutely." She said, grabbing the keys from the hook.

"Goodbye Stacy. We'll be back in a few hours." They headed out, Terry with his arm around my wife's waist.

"In my car no less!" I stepped outside, no longer conscious of being so public. I apparently had passed the Lisa test so Roger, who wasn't particularly quick at noticing things, wouldn't recognize me as I stepped onto the patio and gathered up the dishes and glasses taking them back inside to the kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher and returned to doing chores for several uneventful hours when the phone rang. Caller ID indicated that it was Christa's cell phone. Remembering to play the part I answered accordingly.

"Miller residence." I announced into the handset.

"Hello Stacy." She said, impressed I answered that way I had. I could hear my car racing in the background, gears shifting. Obviously Terry was behind the wheel. "I just wanted to let you know we will be back around three and I need you to run to the store and pick up a few things for dinner. Go ahead and take Mr. Miller's car. I left a list and some money in your wallet. When you get home make the Florida chicken and have it ready for 6 p.m. Bye!"

"But . . . ."

It was no use; the phone line went dead. I redialed the number but got the message that cell phone was unavailable. She had switched if off.

"I walked to Stacy's room and opened my purse. Sure enough there was a sheet of paper and a hundred dollars. I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't entirely sure that I still looked convincing. It was the middle of the afternoon and the stores couldn't be that crowded. I didn't know if I could do this but I had all but volunteered to do it without condition. I could pull this off. In quick and back out again. A few items and through the self-serve check out. I wouldn't have to really interact with anyone. Just ignore the door greeter and take a cart. Load it up and back out to the car. No way I could change back, go to the store and get made up again in time.

I was stuck.

There was one thing I couldn't do and that was going to the store in the maid's outfit I was wearing. She wanted me to go to the store but didn't say how I had to be dressed. Slipping out of the uniform and into a skirt and my own blouse I looked in the mirror again and played with my hair a bit. I slipped on my sunglasses but found that I appeared more feminine if people could see my eyes and makeup. I wouldn't be able to look around to see if anyone was staring but I didn't plan on staying long enough to cause a scene. A final, deep breath and I slung the purse over my shoulder. 

I could do this.

I had driven in heels before so it wasn't a problem as I swung the Cavalier into the lot and parked in what appeared to be a sea of automobiles. People were all over the place but I determined that in a store like this, there was never a lull in foot traffic. Finally resolved that there was no time like the present and that the sooner I went in the sooner I would be out again. I climbed out of my Chevy on unsteady legs. A half dozen people, including a teenager gathering carts, seemed to surround me as I readied myself. I was halfway down the aisle trying to stare straight ahead or pretending to fumble for something in my purse to avoid having to look at anyone I passed. Unfortunately, that particular strategy only works for a minute or two in a bind and even then it shouldn't be tried in a parking lot or behind the wheel of a car.

I avoided any collisions and waited for a clearing in traffic before stepping towards the entrance and what seemed to be a long line of people streaming out. I weaved through the crowd trying to avoid eye contact and made it inside without incident. I grabbed a cart from the greeter and managed a smile. The first aisle was sparsely populated and I ducked inside for refuge. I held the cart handles and tried to catch my breath. I looked down and could see my blossoming chest and bare legs sticking out from under the flowing skirt. I heard the hells of my shoes clacking on the linoleum as I began walking, almost as though they were trying to advertise my presence. In hindsight, some flats would have been better than the heels but I was here and not about to leave without getting what I came for. On the other hand, I could finally walk through the woman's clothing aisles here and browse without getting dirty glares.

I couldn't believe that I had been stressing about coming here and already I was planning an excursion through the clothing department. Frantic one minute and calm the next. It was like this every time I was out in public. I was feeling particularly good until a cart rolled by and the man pushing it turned back and smiled. 

"I am so out of here." I said to myself as I fumbled through my purse looking for the list just as several carts turned into the aisle heading my way. My hands began to shake as I pulled out the list and scanned it. In addition to several dozen items that would keep me here for at least an hour and send me all over the store there were several items that caught my attention.

"Oh no. . . . Oh no. Condoms? Feminine pads? Lubricants? Oh jeez. What's she trying to do to me?"

It was written in at the bottom of the list in Christa's handwriting. I can't believe it.

I closed my purse and onward down the aisle trying desperately to keep from running.

After twenty minutes and only two strange looks I began to feel more confident in my appearance when I hit the dairy aisle and grabbed a gallon of non-fat milk, the last item on my list. I set it in the cart, scratched it off my list and picked up a vibe, looking up and seeing a woman in front of me also grabbing milk. She dropped it in her own cart and walked passed, looking a little too long by normal standards of etiquette. Unfortunately I was blocked in and couldn't walk away.

"You look familiar to me? Do you work or live around here?" she asked inquisitively. She was smiling and I could tell from the look on her face that she hadn't pieced it together. I knew her certainly. She was my own secretary and a very astute person. I might get away without her finding out but it would hit her eventually and I only hoped I wouldn't be around. I could play dumb when I returned to work but if she caught on now she wouldn't let me get away that easily.

I simply shook my head trying to feign disinterest with a touch of confusion while trying to get away without appearing too eager. It was a fine line to walk while trying to keep my breathing in check. I tucked my list away and simply said, "Sorry." 

To me it sounded phony but apparently Debbie either bought it or decided to let it go. The minute I walk back into work and see the look on her face I'll know then if I pulled it off or not.

"Sorry for stopping you."

"No problem." I responded, seeing traffic begin to move around me.

I smiled and started to move on realizing she just had to know. She wore this smirk that let me know I had been made. I didn't care really because she was as trustworthy as they come and no one else would find out she had run into me. Debbie continued on and I began to maneuver my cart through the crowded dairy aisle. One gentleman, in his early twenties was staring at me from a distance of ten feet, his eyes moving from me to my cart and back again. Apparently he had made up his mind and began to move on. It wasn't until I neared the check out that I realized that the only item in my cart that he could really see were the feminine products sitting next to my purse and the pieces began to fall into place. He wasn't sure I was what I appeared and the feminine products had swayed his opinion it seems. I'll have to remember to tell Christa about it when we reviewed how the week went.

The checkout lanes were horrendous and it was apparent from my cart that neither the express lanes nor self-serve checkouts were an option. All I needed was the attention of trying to go through those so I dutifully stood in check out aisle number 12. The one bright spot about check out lanes were that those ahead of you were staring forward and those behind you were staring at your ass, one part of my body I was sure I could confidently pass as long as I didn't stand like a truck driver. 

I shifted my weight realizing I was standing like a truck driver in line. I inched forward finally able to begin loading my items onto the conveyor something to put my hands to use and get my mind off of my surroundings. From between the packets of gum in the rack I could see Debbie, who was standing in the checkout line next to me, tossing an occasional glance my way. Her continued interest was flattering and obviously my identify was driving her nuts, something that would continue to nag her until she solved the mystery. I didn't want to be in line when she did figure it out and I certainly didn't want to be around my car when she popped out into the lot. 

"That will be $108.97 ma'am." The young clerk said to me.

I opened my wallet and realized I was three dollars short. A delay I really didn't want. I smiled at the young lady and pulled out the plastic, relieved that they let you run the card yourself. Within seconds I signed my name, she handed me the receipt and I headed quickly out to my car, relishing the fact that Debbie was still in the checkout lane and couldn't see me through the front window if I exited the lot correctly.

"Thanks for shopping with us." She literally beamed as I turned to leave. The bagger, a teen who was anything but thrilled to be at work didn't give me a second glance and I quickly left the area again enjoying the sound of heels on tile as I left. 

That was the first conscious thought I remember enjoying that was related to cross-dressing and one of the most emotional. It was something about that sharp crack that did it for me as much as the smooth, graceful curves of the heels themselves.

I dashed outside, tossed the groceries in the trunk and raced off hoping to get away from the place before Debbie hit the streets behind me. I turned away from home deciding on a circuitous route instead to avoid any potential traffic jams.

My luck apparently held out and I was able to reach our street without incident. I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding and slowed as I turned in the driveway. The garage door was up and my Porsche back in it's spot. I parked and popped the trunk, grabbing my purse and the first few bags of groceries. I stepped into the kitchen and could hear laughter floating in from the living room. Terry and Christa were sitting on the couch watching TV when I finished bringing in the groceries and started to put the items away.

"Did you get everything on the list?" I heard Christa ask across the room.

"Yes ma'am." I said, stepping into the living room in front of the pair sitting side by side, Terry with his arms spread out on the back of the couch.

"Here's the receipt." 

"It was more than the money I gave you?"

"Yes ma'am.."

"Sorry about that Stacy. I'll pay you the difference. Why don't you get changed and start with dinner."

"Thank you ma'am."

I continued on to my room, closing the door behind me and pulling off the top and skirt. Hanging them in the closet I slipped back into my uniform, fixed my makeup a little and headed back to the kitchen to prepare the meal. Fortunately, it was a simple recipe and even I could make it. I continued to peel the potatoes while bits and pieces of conversation drifted in over the sound of running water. Peeling tiny potatoes is normally difficulty for me but having long nails made the simply task even more tricky. It may have taken a little extra time but I was ahead of schedule as I mixed up the potent potion and dumped it over the chicken and potatoes. Happy that dinner was going well I took a moment to congratulate myself and set the table. A granola bar had been the extent of my diet today and already the smell of the chicken was filling the dining room. 

I was finishing up the place settings when I spotted movement in the living room. From my vantagepoint I could see that Terry and Christa had inched closer to one another on the couch and were now facing one another. They each had an arm on the back of the couch and Terry was running his fingers across her long bare arms while Christa, sitting with one nylon wrapped leg tucked under her and shoes kicked off had a hand resting on his leg. Not his knee but more towards his inner thigh, rubbing her beautiful hand along the material of his jeans. I paused for a moment, unable to take my eyes off the pair as they sat their staring into each other eyes and talking softly. 

His hand moved from brushing her arm up to caressing her cheek where I could see her turn her head slightly and close her eyes clearly savoring the gentle touch. I watched her hand move further up his leg towards his groin trying to compete with the sensations that were clearly overwhelming her body. At first I was shocked by what I saw happening before my eyes but after a few moments, I could hear my own breath growing slow, . . . shallow. I could feel the bulging of my own erection under its restraint much as Terry's now appeared. 

The fingers of his right hand moved from the cheek she had turned in response to his touch to her hair where he is slowly worked their way through the gentle auburn curls. She let own out a small groan when his fingers made it through to the nape of her neck, her mouth open now as she exhaled her speeding breath. My own mouth open to match hers, my breath timed with her breathing, our tongues licking our painted lips to keep them moist. 

I longed to be Terry sitting on the couch with Christa enjoying the soft rubbing embrace of her manicured hand as it massaged his penis beneath the dark blue material of his jeans, my own hand rubbing against the front of my uniform, my groin pushing hard against the material struggling to hold it back. My wife's hand rose higher, fumbling for a few seconds until the clasp on his jeans finally came free, the gap in the material springing open behind the force of his manhood tying to get out. She worked the tab on his zipper free and downwards as the loose material of his boxers pushed upwards unrestrained. 

He adjusted his position on the couch, widening his legs slightly so she could pull down the material and exposed the top of his penis which she took lightly in her right hand and caressed gently. In response to his growing pleasure, his left hand rose up her hour glass figure and across the soft material of her blouse until it cupped her breast in his palm where he turned it slowly, rubbing it gently while his thumb fondled her nipple. I don't know if it was Christa or me who let out a gentle moan but I didn't care. Tucked back safely in the relative darkness of the dining room I found my own hand rubbing the front of my uniform, feeling the radiant heat, while the other caressed my own breast under the course material, hands moving in unison to those I saw in front of me. I licked my lips again and noticed she was doing the same, our breathing growing heavy in unison. Christa's hand continued rub Terry's throbbing penis while his own hand had slid from her breast and had begun to undue the buttons of her blouse, their resistance giving way under his touch. 

Within a minutes time he had worked his way down the front to the last button holding out just above her skirt. She let out a gasp as his fingertips contacted the smooth, bare skid of her stomach and started sliding upwards. Christa was chewing her bottom lip trying to fight the waves of pleasure I could see rippling through her body. I had envied Terry sitting there with my wife caressing her stunning body, but strangely I stood there in high heels and unsteady knees longing to be sitting in Christa's place enjoying the gentle touch of Terry's cool fingers against my heated skin.

They leaned closer together, their breath pouring over each other as Terry's hand found it's way to her chest, his nimble fingers easily unhooking the latch on the front of her lace bra, its material springing open and spilling its contents free. His hand then moved up across her chest and returned this time to her bare breast where is continued its gentle caressing. 

I knew her chest was radiating heat and could almost imagine the cool touch of his palm against her it. I also knew that my own hand pressed against the bosom of my uniform paled by comparison and I longed to feel a firm hand against the bare flesh of my own chest, my own small breasts. I could hear both of them moaning quietly now, trying to be discrete as he shifted his position again, allowing her to grasp his entire penis and stroke it gently. For her part she leaned towards him, rising to her knees and climbed up, straddling his legs and resting her perfect ass on his thighs. She continued to work the muscle between them while her other hand massaged his left shoulder, providing balance when she became unsteady under his touch, one hand rubbing the smooth hourglass shape of her body while the second worked under her bunched up skirt and enveloped one side of her tight ass. He reached around her back and pulled her closer to him, his lips and tongue searching out her breasts as he kissed the region between the bulges in her chest. Her hand slid from his shoulder and rested on the back of his head, trying to urge his face into the proper position. When his mouth finally found a nipple, she gasped loudly and threw her head back in ecstasy, her dark hair dancing across her bare shoulders. While he continued suckling her breast, gently kissing her neck and chest she worked a hand down his own shirt, deftly unbuttoning it quickly. She threw it open and ran her hand down his pecs and across his shoulders, pushing back the material. After a minute of writhing between them he turned his face up to meet hers and she leaned her bare breast against his. Their breath poured out as his lips and hers drew closer until they touched lightly at first, their tongues exploring the mouth of the other until they locked in place and the moaning from each was muffled. 

It was my own moaning that I could hear now, almost sure they would have heard it had they not been so enthralled in their own actions, their bodies continuing to grow together into one. Although the sounds hadn't stopped altogether I was sure they had to know I was watching by now but if they did they didn't let on. If I had really cared I would have done something to stop them but I didn't. I wanted to see what would happen and they didn't want to stop. Their lips pulled apart and his made their way to the sides of her neck as she slid one hand across his back and after releasing the other one from around his groin she moved it to the back of his head keeping him there. Her face stared off behind him here gaze distant and unfocused but not entirely away from my hiding spot. If she bothered to turn her head slightly to the right and focus her eyes she could have easily seen me watching them but she didn't. She continued to gnaw on her bottom lip as he worked his mouth across the smooth skin of her body. For her part, she inched her hips closer to him and settled down lower, her bunched up skirt wrapped around her thin waist.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 02



Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

Chapter 6 – Sunday, June 8th

My fuzzy mind picked up the sounds first, the noise from rattling dishes and silverware. I noted the sunshine even through my closed eyelids, grudgingly opening my eyes to confirm what I had already suspected; morning had arrived. I wasn’t a morning person and wanted to stay under the covers as long as possible. Even when I stretched and noted the spaghetti straps of my nightgown across my shoulders and disappearing under the edge of my sheets I failed to get overly excited. Apparently Stacy hated morning as much as I did.

The clock’s red numbers glowed 9:48 a.m. and I knew I had to get moving. It normally took me twenty minutes to complete my normal routine but absolutely no less than forty-five for Stacy to finish her primping and yet be presentable.

I pushed the sheets aside and stood, my fingers finding the straps of the gown and slid them away, the entire satin nightie sliding to the floor around my feet. Halfway to the bathroom my manicured fingers had found their way under the sides of my panties and worked them over down my legs, gravity helping them over my knees and onto the carpet to keep the nightgown company.

The tile in the bathroom felt cool on my feet as I padded through the doorway and flipped on the light and called for hot water. The reliable nature of indoor plumbing didn’t disappoint and within a minute I stepped into the tub and felt the invigorating spray of steam begin to work its magic.

I was relishing the hot water but felt a certain excitement to get out and get on with the day. With my makeup and other accessories unpacked and at hand, I had developed a morning routine and was ready before I knew it, Stacy staring back at me from the bathroom mirror, ready to go. I had dropped my black and white uniform in the hamper the night before and withdrew another, this one cut in the same style but pink in color with white cuffs and collar.

One final check in the mirror and I left my room, working my way down the short hallway and out into the livingroom. Having heard the familiar sounds of plates and silverware earlier I stepped into the kitchen and noticed the stack of dirty dishes. I began to run hot water into the basin and added soap when I looked out and noticed Christa and Terry on the deck, finishing up with breakfast.

I could smell the brewing of coffee and noted the half-filled pot sitting in its cradle. I didn’t drink coffee but loved the smell. Christa wasn’t a fan either so the fresh smell was a treat as I pulled the carton of orange juice from the refrigerator, took up the coffee carafe in my free hand and walked through the house to the doorwall. The air conditioning was off and the house airing out as a cool breeze blew through the screen door. Pushing it aside, I stepped out and approached the table, the umbrella missing. Terry and Christa were enjoying the beautiful, summer sun.

“Good morning ma’am . . .. Sir.”

“Good morning Stacy. How did you sleep?” Christa asked.

“Excellent. Thank you. More orange juice?” I asked, looking down at her for a response. She had on a pair of baby blue hospital scrubs, her round, unencumbered breasts pushing out against the light material. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra on under the outfit and I could feel a familiar response under my uniform even before she spoke.

“No thank you.” She said.

I nodded and looked over to Terry, motioning with the carafe.

“More coffee sir?”

“Yes please.” Terry said enthusiastically. “I can’t survive without this stuff.”

I topped off his mug with the pitch-black liquid.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t up yet to fix breakfast for you. Is there anything you need?” I asked.

“No thank you Stacy.” Christa replied, looking even more revitalized this morning. She was smiling widely.

“No thanks. I’m stuffed. I hope I didn’t step on any toes by making breakfast or make too much of a mess. I can clean it up if you like?” Terry queried.

“Don’t worry Terry. Stacy will take care of it.”

“Of course. Don’t worry about it sir. I’m almost finished.”

I withdrew with my load and returned the orange juice and coffee to their allotted spots before stepping back out to the deck to clear the table of the plates, silverware, napkins and other breakfast essentials.

The couple continued to enjoy the day while I returned to clean the kitchen. Just as I was finishing up loading the dishwasher with the smaller items they came inside, the screen door clacking shut.

“Stacy?”

I stopped wiping the countertop and looked up expectantly in her direction.

“Yes ma’am?” 

“In addition to the regular chores, could you please change the sheets in the bedrooms and have a roast and the usual sides ready for dinner at 6 p.m. again tonight? Terry and I will have lunch out but should be back before Julie arrives later today.”

“Of course Mrs. Miller.”

They split up, Terry hitting the couch in the living room and switching on the TV while Christa continued on to the back of the house.

I had just finished up the cleaning when Christa reappeared, no longer dressed in her scrubs. She rounded the corner of the couch and stepped into the livingroom, Terry coming to his feet at her approach.

I suspected her attire was having a similar effect on Terry as it was having on me.

She had on a gold, liquid metal tank top, it shiny surface hanging around her upper body suspended on two thin spaghetti straps, the negligible built in shelf barely able to contain her breasts as they moved hypnotically back and forth with each perfect step. Christa’s legs were wrapped in dark nylons, her feet tucked inside a pair of patent, black high heels, causing her to teeter slightly from the height. Her long legs extended upwards, the nylon continuing over her knees and up until they finally disappeared under the hem of a short miniskirt, the tight black material fitting perfectly over her rounded hips. The entire ensemble must have been new because I didn’t recognize any of it.

She had tousled her hair with her fingers and the curl returned.

She looked so incredibly hot in that outfit, causing Terry to fumble with an endless stream of compliments. I had seen pictures of Christa from her college days and she looked gorgeous then, if a little young and still harboring girlish features. But now, she was all woman and Terry was getting both barrels.

It was clear from her slightly embarrassed response that she was fully enjoying the attention. Mr. Williams on the other hand had on a tan polo and matching slacks, having gone without the jeans that seemed inseparable. A pair of simple slip-on shoes completed the look.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“Oh yes.” He purred.

“Goodbye Stacy. We’ll be back later.”

Before I could step from the kitchen and reply, the door closed shut and they were gone again, the sound of the garage both preceding and following the expensive rumble of the Cadillac racing down the street.

I was alone again.

Having receiving my marching orders I walked to the back of the house and into the master bedroom, throwing back the comforter and stripped the sheets from the queen sized mattress. Balling them up I couldn’t help by notice the unfamiliar stains just barely visible on the deep blue material. It didn’t take much imagination to guess what it was and the pungent odor confirmed my suspicions. I pulled off the mattress cover, it too showing signs of carnal escapades, and tossed it on the floor where the pillowcases landed moments later. Bundling them up and tossing them in the hall I strolled across to the smaller twin bed in Terry’s room and noted that although the covers were back and the pillow disturbed, the bed hardly looked slept in. Doing as instructed, I pulled off the sheets following the same routine and took the armload down into the basement and loaded the washer. My own bed was clean so other than straightening the sheets I simply pulled back the covers to make it look presentable to the casual observer, resigning myself to the fact now that no one, save myself, would be sleeping or doing anything else in it the remainder of the week.

With the laundry spinning, I carefully climbed the wooden stairs in my heels and emerged into the kitchen, fixing a sandwich from the remaining tuna fish. While I nibbled, my mind continued to ponder where Christa and Terry were off to. In between trying to unlock the mystery of their agenda for the day came a mix of other thoughts split evenly between visions of Christa walking the sidewalks around town out in the bright sunshine wearing that incredible outfit and thoughts of me looking like her out walking the sidewalks around town draped in that incredible outfit.

I don’t know why I continued to torture myself with such thoughts. I wasn’t bad looking in a wig with decent makeup, but no matter what I did I wouldn’t be petite and were cursed with wide manly shoulders you couldn’t hid in any kind of outfit. Stacy was indeed suffering from a Cinderella complex and I chuckled, finding the thought amusing as I stood there in my maids outfit wondering where my fairy Godmother was hiding because I had a wish and by now I figured she owed me big time! I smiled and loaded my plate and spoon into the dishwasher and headed back to the basement, the spin cycle complete. 

I switched the sheets into the dryer and dropped a load of darks into the washer before heading back upstairs to finish up the dusting I had started the day before.

Time passed quickly that afternoon as I finished up a handful of miscellaneous chores before gathering up the laundry and making the beds. I unloaded the last load and separated the clothing and towels, carefully folding each pair of Christa’s panties and bras before putting them in the dresser. They were silky and soft as I rubbed my hands across them while putting them away. Everything she owned was top notch. I didn’t mind her splurging on clothes when she looked the way she did because I got as much out of it as she did. Stacy on the other hand went straight for the plain vanilla, knowing that she wouldn’t get a lot of use of her wardrobe. It didn’t make sense spending a hundred dollars on a business suit when she might get to wear it out somewhere once or twice and it wasn’t something to slip into around the house.

“At least you’re getting some use.” I said to the uniform I was holding and the one I had on. As expected, the black and white material was wrinkled from the dryer and I dragged out the iron that rarely saw the light of day and went to work, pressing out the material and making it presentable once again. 

Finally satisfied, I hung it in my closet and returned the iron to it’s hiding place, convinced that I would need it again before the week was out.

The afternoon was passing quickly but I didn’t realized just how fast is went until the front doorbell chimed. A glance at my nightstand clock showed that it was just after four and I assumed that Christa’s friend Julie had arrived.

I turned the corner and stepped into the foyer pulling the door open just as the bell chimed a second time. Good thing Christa wasn’t here to hear that!

“May I help you?” I asked knowing darn well that the blond woman standing on the front stoop next to a suitcase had to be Julie.

“Hi. Is Christa home? She asked.

“I’m sorry Miss, she isn’t it. Are you Ms. Jackson?”

She nodded.

“Please come in.” I said, opening the door for her.

She waved the taxi to depart, smiled, picked up her suitcase and stepped inside.

“Here. Let me take that for you.” I said.

“Thank you.” She said, sounding genuinely thankful. “You must be Stacy.”

“Yes ma’am. Mrs. Miller and Mr. Williams should be back shortly. Let me show you to your room and give you a chance to relax. I hope the trip was uneventful?”

“Other than the hassles of airport commuting and the long lines it wasn’t bad. I’m not a big fan of flying.”

I led her down the hall and into the last available guestroom, setting the case down on the bed where I unsnapped the latches and took the stack of jeans out from on top and placed them in the small dresser off to the side.

“Oh please. You don’t need to do that.” She said, stepping back from the window, trying to take the handful of shirts from my hands.

“It’s all in a days work ma’am.” I smiled and laid the clothes in the drawer next to the jeans. “I’m sure Mrs. Miller will give you a proper tour of her house upon returning but let me hit the highlights and let you relax after your trip while I finish up here.”

I led her through the house and after finishing in the greatroom I asked if she would like something to drink.

“Coke please.” She said, heading for the bathroom.

I poured one over ice and left it for her in the greatroom while I returned to the guestroom and continued to unpack her belongings.

“I left it for you in the greatroom next to the couch.” I said as she emerged from the bathroom. “If there is anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Are you sure I can’t do that for you?” she asked again, clearly uncomfortable with anyone messing around in her underwear. I could relate. I was the same way.

“I can leave it if it’s really making you uncomfortable ma’am but I it is one of my duties and I don’t mind at all.”

She looked sheepish now, trying to decide what to do.

“If you really don’t mind, I guess I’ll live.” She finally said, relenting with a wry smile.

“I don’t mind a bit.”

“Thank you Stacy” she said, turning and walking back to the great room..

I continued to unpack, feeling another wave of intense pleasure rippling through me as I worked my way through the clothes in the suitcase to the lingerie tucked in the bottom. They weren’t mine and they weren’t Christa’s but another woman’s all together and since they were beautiful lace garments and not your typical, boring cotton items it provided a thrill I hadn’t expected. This was much more satisfying than pushing the vacuum and like all great things it ended far too quickly for my satisfaction. 

“We should have asked her to stay a month.” I stated to myself, placing her makeup kit and other essentials in the bathroom. I was convinced I was done when I did a final check and pulled back the flap hooked inside, feeling something square in shape. I pulled it out and to my amazement I held an open box of condoms, half the original contents missing.

“What the heck are we planning here, an orgy?” It certainly was beginning to look that way and my mind began to ponder the possibilities, the frequently visiting erection coming back again. I had returned to box to it’s spot in the suitcase and was closing it when Julie appeared in the doorway.

“I was wondering if you had anything I could snack on before dinner. All they had on the flight were granola bars and I’m not a big fan of those.”

“Of course. We’re always fully stocked.” I said with pride, placing the suitcase in the closet and closing the folding doors. “Why don’t you follow me to the kitchen and we’ll find something for you.”

I was calling off items as I worked my way through the cupboards when I came upon a few boxes of pop tarts.

“Ooh!”

A woman after my own heart.

“Chocolate fudge or cherry?” I asked, holding up each box for inspection.

“Chocolate!”

I held out the box and she grabbed one foiled packet.

“Don’t want to ruin my appetite.” She smiled sheepishly. “The roast smells wonderful.”

“Old family recipe.” I lied, having done nothing but dropped the roast, baby carrots and peeled potatoes into the crockpot along with a cup of water and packet of seasoning.

She caught the joke and thanked me for the snack before heading out of the kitchen and back to the greatroom. As she departed I couldn’t help but admire the view. She had the same hairstyle as my wife but her hair was a pure blond, clearly not original but attractive nonetheless. She had on a navy blue polo and cache hiking shorts along with a pair comfortable tennis shoes and low, white socks. She might not like granola but it was abundantly clear that she watched her diet carefully and worked out, most of which must have been outdoors, her requisite, south Californian tan was flawless. Julie left my view as her tiny five foot four frame reached the steps leading back down into the greatroom. Not thinking of a reason to follow, which neither she nor Christa would find acceptable, I turned my attention back to the duties at hand and began to set the table for dinner, our best china for our two guests.

The settings were in place, the lighting down low, candles lit and the usual assortment of dinner utilities were in place. Satisfied, I did one final check in the kitchen and noted that it was quarter to six when the garage door finally sprang to life.

I walked down the short hall, past the bathroom and unlocked the inside garage door, opening it for Christa and Terry. They were leaning towards one another in the front seat when I opened the door. “Ms. Jackson arrived and is waiting in the greatroom.”

“Christa!” Julie screamed from the kitchen, apparently hearing their arrival.

“Julie!” Christa responded in kind.

The three, wearing wide smiles, were sharing hugs all around, excited to see one another.

“You look wonderful!” Julie said to my wife who was still wearing the great outfit she left in earlier in the day.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she had it on the entire afternoon.

And so it went for the next few minutes as they stood in the kitchen with me as I continued to toil at my tasks, getting ready for dinner.

“Do you need anything to drink?” Christa asked. I turned, ready to fulfill any requests. 

“Oh no. Stacy has taken great care of me. My drink’s in the other room but could use another when we eat.”

“Terry?” she inquired.

“Beer sounds good.”

I nodded and took one out of the fridge.

“Thank you Stacy.”

“You’re welcome sir. Would you like anything ma’am?”

“No thank you. But open the red wine for dinner and could you take the packages from the car into my room?”

“Of course.”

“Come in and let me show you around!” Christa exclaimed as she led the group back to the greatroom while I turned and walked into the garage. I had flipped open the trunk using the keyless remote from the key rack inside the doorway and was unloading the bags from the trunk when I heard the footfalls behind me on the driveway.

“Hello Stacy.” 

I recognized Lisa’s voice before I turned.

“Hello ma’am. How are you?” I nodded, seeing Roger standing next to her but too shocked to look directly at him.

“Fine, thank you. This is my husband Roger.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said, finally able to catch my breath and stare him straight in the eye. I was convinced now that he had to recognize me since we played golf every week but he showed no signs of it. When it came to most things he not very perceptive and apparently my appearance was good enough to fool the casual observer. Lisa was a different story and although she didn’t show any signs that she knew it was me I found it hard to believe that after living as neighbors for two years that she couldn’t recognize me under what I thought to be an imperfect disguise.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 02



“You too. I’ve heard a lot about you in the last twenty-four hours.” He said, throwing his wife a resigned look. “If you have any associates who are interested in light housekeeping please provide Lisa with a way to contact them.” Apparently I might not be the only maid in the neighborhood in the coming weeks ahead.

I smiled at Lisa and she beamed back, clearly getting what she wanted and I was the leverage she was using.

“Can we help you with those?” she asked.

“Oh. No. Thank you. If you wouldn’t mind getting the trunk lid I would appreciate it.”

“I’ve got it.” Roger offered, stepping up and closing it.

“Are you here to see Christa?”

“Actually yes. She invited Roger and I over for dinner.”

My jaw slackened at the revelation.

“I am so sorry.” I said apologetically. “I didn’t know. Please come in.”

I lead the way into the house and set the packages on the counter.

“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked, leading them through the livingroom towards the adjoining room.

“We can wait for dinner Stacy. Thank you.” Roger said and Lisa concurred.

I stopped at the steps and they continued down into the greatroom where they met up with the trio and introductions were made. I placed the packages in the master bedroom and had returned to the kitchen just as the timer chimed and although a crock-pot was very forgiving I was looking for something to do in order to take my mind off of our neighbors unexpected appearance. Convinced it was done I removed the roast, potatoes and carrots and placed them on the serving dish before carrying it to the dining room. Setting a dish of coleslaw and basket of rolls on the table completed the meal and I returned to the kitchen to retrieve the chilled bottle of wine when the front doorbell chimed. I hurried to the dining room to set the wine in its place and was ready to answer the door when Christa walked by to get it.

“I’ve got it Stacy. Thanks.” She said, walking briskly across the living room, her breast swaying as she walked across the carpet in her high heels.

“Thank you ma’am.” I said, walking to the greatroom.

“Dinner is ready.” I announced.

The group in the greatroom rose from the couches and followed me to the dining room where they awkwardly attempted to identify their seats, wanting to follow some unknown rules of etiquette. They left the seat at the head of the table empty and took up positions on either side, Terry and Julie to one side and our neighbors Lisa and Roger on the other.

It was then that I heard voices from the foyer.

“Stacy? Could you give me a hand please?”

I left our guests and went to the foyer, steeling myself for the unknown and drew a breath when I rounded the corner ready to keep my eyes on my wife and to not flinch or hesitate. I still staggered slightly in my own heels when I entered the living room and caught sight of three people standing in the foyer but managed to keep my composure. It wasn’t easy to do when I saw them standing there.

“Yes ma’am?” I said, noting in my peripheral vision another couple, this one my secretary Debbie from work and her husband!

I involuntarily held my breath, as I stood there ready to be of service.

“Please open this and put it on ice also for dinner.” She said, handing me a bottle of white wine that the Hennesey’s must have brought.

“Yes ma’am.” I said, taking it from her and wanting to race away with it.

I turned and tried to make a casual retreat back to the safety of my kitchen, managing to reach the refrigerator and hold onto the handle for support.

“Let’s start eating before it gets cold.” Christa said, leading the Hennesey’s into the diningroom where she made the necessary introductions amidst the flying serving plates and silverware.

I opened up the wine was a satisfying ‘pop’ and placed it into a cooling vessel, crushed ice going in around the clear bottle. Steeling myself for the inevitable, I walked into the living room and set the wine next to the red.

“Can I get anyone else something to drink?” I asked, trying to make it appear that I wasn’t shying away from our newest arrivals. Debbie took up the chair next to Julie while her husband Glenn sat at the end of the table opposite Christa.

“Debbie. Glenn. This is our maid Stacy who just started with us this week. Stacy? This is Debbie and Glenn Hennesey.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” I said, nodding in deference to them as they paused in filling their plates.

“You too.” Debbie replied for the both of them.

“I’ll just have some of the Merlot.” He said, pushing some roast onto this plate. I took up the bottle of red wine and filled his glass.

“Ma’am?”

“I’ll take some of the white when it cools down. Thank you.”

“Yes ma’am. Does anyone need anything else?” 

Terry finished off his beer and handed it to me wanting another.

“Ma’am? Ms. Jackson?”

Julie motioned to her coke while Christa mentioned the Merlot. I stepped over and poured her a glass.

“Mr. and Mrs. Campbell?” I asked, finishing the rounds of the table.

“I’ll just have ice water.” Lisa replied. Roger thought Terry’s beer sounded good.

I picked up the empty basket that had held the rolls minutes earlier and retreated to the kitchen to fill the various requests while the group continued to dine. Within moments, the crowd was satisfied and I had topped off the handful of serving dishes with meat and vegetables.

“In fact I think I ran into Stacy earlier today at the store.” Debbie said as I stepped back into the room and llaid the newly laden main serving dish back in the center of the table.

I nodded an acknowledgment and smiled toward the woman who, until this week, was spending her time sitting outside my office handling various tasks for me. She winked and returned to her meal.

“Yes. Stacy was out picking up a few items for tonight in fact.”

I went back to the kitchen and began moving the empty dishes to the sink when I noted a presence behind me.

“Stacy?” Christa spoke, having left her guests for a moment. 

“I’m sorry ma’am. Is there something you need?” I felt like a frazzled waittress wanting everything to be perfect and feeling as though I had forgotten something.

“I just wanted to tell you that so far your job performance has been splendid. I didn’t think you would do this great of a job right out of the gate but so far I’ve been very impressed.”

“Thank you ma’am.” I said softly, slightly embarrassed, unable to meet her gaze. 

“I hope I can rely on you to make tonight’s gathering a complete success? Yes?” she said rising one eyebrow expectantly.

“Of course ma’am. Anything.”

“I knew you would do a great job here and that you wouldn’t disappoint me. In fact, here is twenty dollars. I just confirmed that both Lisa and Roger aren’t partial to the french silk pie and I need you to run up to the corner market and pick up something else. Strawberry shortcake if you can get it. Won’t have time to get frozen strawberries but some fresh fruit and glaze should work. And make sure it’s cool whip and not the fake stuff OK? I’ll cover things here while you’re gone.”

She passed me the keys to my own Cavalier along with the twenty and she led me down the hall towards the garage. Here’s your wallet in case you need anything. Christa slipped the bill inside a woman’s leather wallet I hadn’t seen before and handed it back to me. I took a quick look and noticed my driver’s license inside, David’s driver’s license. Before I knew it, she had ushered me out into the garage and I stood there looking back at her, keys in one hand and the slim wallet in the other.

“Hurry back, OK? Thank you so much Stacy.”

With that she shut the door and I was alone, realizing that unlike my previous trip out I hadn’t had a chance to dress in something less . . . conspicuous. I did the proverbial hard swallow but my mouth had gone dry. My heart was hammering and seriously considered trying to fake my way back in the house hoping to change before going out but the door was locked and the house key was missing from the keychain. I considered just standing there but knew that I was going to the store and I was going dressed like this, my pink maids’ uniform with white collar and cuffs. I had on a pair of heels but this set was white with a more reasonable heel.

I just needed to think of this as another step in Stacy’s evolution. And if I didn’t get a move on, I suspected I would end up at the store in something even more revealing from my treasure trove of transgendered gear. Finally reducing my options to one I turned and stared out of the open garage. A car had passed a few moments ago and several of the local street kids had gone by in pursuit. As I walked down the center of the garage, swaying between Christa’s Cadillac and my Porsche in my heels I kept an eye out for anyone approaching while enjoying the clacking of my shoes on the cement. Besides a great rush of adrenaline from the thought of my upcoming jaunt to the store I figured I should at least enjoy that small pleasure before I strolled out nervously to the car and quickly climbed in seeking shelter. For the most part the neighborhood was quiet as I reached the end of our street and then zipped across the four-lane boulevard where I found myself parked in the supermarket lot only thirty seconds later. 

The Kelley’s Market sign was already on and glowing despite the sun still sitting up above the horizon. I could feel myself in a near panic when I reached for the door handle and pulled, feeling the door latch pop.

Except I couldn’t push it open. Although it was a small market, and one we rarely shopped at except for an occasional last minute item like strawberry shortcake, it seemed that everyone in town was paying it a visit today. I would almost bet that their sales today would be a record as my eyes picked up a slew of people coming and going. I had been there in the lot for nearly five minutes when I sensed a break in the action and took one last, deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping out, immediately making for the front entrance. As I approached the middle of the parking lot of course a sedan slid into the front spot and it’s occupant, a middle aged business manager like I had been only last week, climbed out and approached the entranceway the same time I was to arrive. He smiled, acknowledging my approach and slowed, allowing me to enter ahead of him. I hadn’t done it consciously but was aware now that I had started throwing my hips into my stride, chasing away the truck-driver walk I was probably exhibiting as I had left the car. I grabbed a cart, relieved that I finally had something to hold onto and quickly walked to the end of the store, snatching up the first several containers of fresh strawberries I could get my manicured hands on and dropped them next to my wallet in the child’s seat before having to traverse the entire length of the store to reach the dairy department.

I passed several people shopping and save for the one or two that were too engrossed to notice me, I received the entire spectrum of responses from amused, stunned, confused and friendly. In fact, there were even a few that I might have considered very friendly, from one male shopper in particular. I was both freaked out and at the same time extremely aroused by his attention as I lingered in the meat section, examining a few sausages, allowing him a few more moments to check me out, which he did, with little regard to being discrete.

“Hello.” He said, also taking time to examine a few steaks.

“Hi.” I replied weakly, trying my best to sound the part.

I set the meat back in the display convinced it wasn’t the kind I was looking for and pushed my cart towards him, passing within a few feet. His eyes met mine until I went was behind him. I turned back to my task at hand but not before noticing that he was watching my departure. For those thirty seconds, I had forgotten about the uncomfortable situation, into which I was thrust but had instead been enjoying it immensely, my heart pounding for different reasons. Other physiological effects were firing off inside my body and one in particular was making my walking particularly amusing. 

The dairy department came into view as I left the bakery, it’s employees long gone for the day and grabbed the final two items I needed. Finding the immediate area deserted I used the opportunity to check out my appearance in the reflection of the dairy cases. As any transgendered person will tell you when they’re out on the town, if you’re feeling insecure about your appearance, don’t look too closely when there is no where to run. My heart told me I looked pretty good considering the day I was having but my mind was freaking out, knowing that I had several dozen people and three cashiers in between me and the relative safety of my car. Resigned to the fact that arriving home sooner would be better than later, I sucked it up and headed for the exit. 

Making sure to always keep moving was a way for transgendered people to stay under most peoples radar. The other killer to passing in public was making sure you weren’t trapped in one spot for too long so you can be carefully observed. The express lane was open but there were still two people ahead of me in my line and my ‘boyfriend’ in the check out next to me. The florescent lights were horribly bright and I felt like I was standing in the spotlight for all to see. Wearing my uniform and not being able to hide between the packed racks of gum and magazines didn’t help. 

I would have pretended to be looking through my purse for some inane object to pass the time and avoid people staring but I didn’t have that option and turned to the second oldest trick in the TG book; a magazine. At least in this case, considering my appearance, I could snatch up Cosmopolitan and enjoy a photo shoot with Britney Spears without feeling too out of place. But I did the math in my head and after looking through my new wallet I only found the twenty and didn’t have enough for the magazine. Regretfully I set it back, placed my items on the conveyor and stepped up to pay my bill. If the old woman behind the cashier knew what I really was she didn’t let on. I guess a woman of working age in such a traditional uniform wasn’t that unusual in this day and age according to her or unusual for this part of town where a few wealthy neighborhoods could be found? 

The young man bagging my items was a different story. He was indifferent when the previous customer had come and gone but had taken notice of me. He gawked and it was noticeable. It was uncomfortable while I gathered up my change and took up the brown, grocery bag but I smiled and made the best of it. He tried without much success to look directly at me as I stepped by him but he was smiling sheepishly as I passed.

“Thank you.” I said, feeling more confident and feeding off his uneasiness.

“You’re welcome.” He said, probably speaking for the first time today as he turned to the new group of groceries sliding his way.

It didn’t dawn on me until I left the cart and began my short walk to the car that the bagger had been the same one I had encountered on my trip to the other store. He hadn’t noticed me then and I can only assume that he was either awake now or my attire had brought me to his attention. Either way, I was back in the car and back in our driveway before I knew it. I parked and waited for a car to pass the house before stepping out, locking up and heading back into the house. I tried the handle, expecting it to be locked but it was open and I went back into the kitchen, leaving the items there. The sounds of voices continued to flow from the dining room as I approached, seeing that the group was just finishing up.

“Everyone left room for dessert I hope?” I said, beginning to snatch up the various dishes that had been pushed away to the center of the table.

Most claimed to be too full though until Christa spoke up.

“Just bring a few plates of each Stacy”

“Yes ma’am. And I’ll bring coffee with me. Thank you for starting it ma’am.”

Christa nodded an acknowledgement and returned to her conversation while I piled up an armful of dishes destined for the sink. Catching my breath I unpacked the groceries and took the pie out of the refrigerator, dishing out a few small servings. I returned to the dining room and passed them out to the guests before retrieving the carafe of coffee. Terry saw me coming and literally took it from my hands, offering to pour it out for all takers. He was savoring his with one hand while the container was still supported with the other.

I removed the remaining dishes and with no further requests I returned to the kitchen and my chores, the considerable stack of plates, cookware, glasses and utensils.

“Any problems?” Christa spoke as she strolled into the kitchen.

“No ma’am. Everything went fine. Here is the change from the store.” I said, passing her the money and receipt.

“Great. Thank you.”

She didn’t say any more but continued to watch me, a twinkling in her eyes and a crafty smile on her full lips.

“We’ll be out on the deck for a while. Please check up on us if you would please.”

She took a handful of beers and a couple of wine coolers out of the fridge, and twisted the cap off one before taking a long pull on the sweet liquid, her eyes still watching me. 

Satisfied, she handed me the cap and took the bottles with her as she walked to the diningroom and asked if they would like to enjoy the cool evening, the summer sun finally approaching the horizon to the west. It was a beautiful evening with the full spectrum of colors present in the sky and I watched from the kitchen while the group settled into place. Terry plopped himself in the corner of deck having taken his coffee cup and the carafe with him. The rest of the group relaxed in the night air, the cool breeze filtering through the trees in the backyard. The three men on the deck sat back and relaxed while the women, as though they were lifelong friends, became animated and boisterous, the alcohol having little to do with their extroverted display. Everyone in their own way was enjoying themselves. Even I was able to listen in and enjoy the small talk from the kitchen window whenever the breeze subsided for a moment and I wasn’t running water in the sink.

I was making my way through the considerable stack of cups, plates and silverware when I caught the name Stacy from the stream of sounds filtering into through the window. It was strange that from the cacophony of sounds competing for my attention that the name David and Stacy stuck out. I couldn’t help but look up when I heard either name, looking to see if anyone was trying to catch my attention. No one had tried to flag me down yet but true to my word I left the dirty dishes behind for a moment and strolled out to the deck to check in on the guests.

“How is everyone doing out her? Does anyone need anything?”

Christa was resting in a deck chair, her knees tucked up under her chin and arms wrapped around her legs. She was still smiling, clearly enjoying having her friends around her. At least I thought that was all she were enjoying but unbeknownst to me there was an inside joke, a new agenda, being negotiated on my behalf even as I was waiting on the needs of satisfying the group.

Terry held the carafe out for me, clearly requiring a refill. Several requested coffee cups to share in the South American treat while the ladies continued to savor the pleasing flavor of more wine coolers. I gathered up the requests using a serving tray and returned to the deck to distribute the various vessels.

“Stacy.” Debbie spoke as the light began to fade on the evening and the soft landscape lights flicked on, providing a golden illumination. I turned to her expectantly. “I’ve been talking with Christa and I have a proposition for you.”




Quiet Servitude Pt. 02



“Ma’am?”

“You may not be aware of it but my husband is on the city council and part of Michigan’s democratic fund raising efforts. With the elections coming up next year we have a full schedule of events coming up including some fund raising efforts. We’re having a small get together tomorrow night at our home. What do you think?”

“It sounds great ma’am but I’m afraid I’m a republican.”

I managed to say it with a perfect, straight face and paused temporarily waiting for a response.

Christa was the first to laugh and I could tell by the giggling accompanying it that she was feeling no pain from the wine and coolers she had imbibed this evening.

Everyone followed suit and I couldn’t help but smile. Playing along, Debbie continued.

“We won’t hold it against you” she said, her husband scoffing good-naturedly. “What we need . . . What we are asking for is your help. We need someone who can work the room, carry drinks and clean up dishes. That sort of thing. Christa says it won’t be a problem with her and we’ll both be paying you for your time tomorrow.”

My wife was balled up in the chair, a big grin on her face while she absentmindedly chewed on her thumbnail without saying a word.

“Thank you for the offer ma’am, but I have a lot to do around here and I wouldn’t want to let Mrs. Miller down.” I stated, my heart pounding as everyone watched me.

“Don’t worry Stacy. I can make due without you for one afternoon.”

“And don’t worry about transportation. Christa mentioned that you don’t have a car so I’ll send someone over to get you around 4 p.m. if that’s acceptable.”

“And a girl could always use a little extra spending money.” Julie added in, trying to help me decide, her head nodding to accept the offer.

I knew from experience that Debbie didn’t mix work and business and that expanded to her husband’s politics as well. There wouldn’t be anyone from work there so I was somewhat relieved at the prospect.

“If it makes it any easier for you, Mrs. Miller, Ms. Jackson and Mr. Willams will also be attending.”

“It sounds like an offer I can’t can pass up.” I finally said aloud, convinced that a small gathering of strangers might provide an opportunity for Stacy to get out and gain more experience. At least several people, even if I had just met Terry and Julie, would be there providing me with some sense of comfort however small that would be.

“Fabulous! Thank you so much Stacy. We’ve hired a caterer to do the cooking for us and he’s going to be shorthanded. I’ll instruct him to bring additional uniforms with him tomorrow. Please wear black stockings and matching flats. With the nice weather forecast we are planning the gathering in the backyard.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be ready tomorrow at 4 p.m. then if this is all OK with you Mrs. Miller.”

“Absolutely! It will be a great opportunity for you to earn a little extra spending money.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll send our car around tomorrow afternoon to get you and I’ll have someone bring you home when we’re done. Thank you so much for your help Stacy.”

Her and her husband Glenn got to their feet and made their apologies for calling it an early evening, reminding them that the party tomorrow evening began around 5pm and apologized that it was formal attire and for the late notice. I knew Terry had a suit with him but Christa and Julie’s eyes were already wild with the anticipation of a spending spree tomorrow. This party was going to cost me. Even I could hear my credit cards calling my wife’s name.

“We’ll just go around the house and out the gate. No need to show us out.”

It was probably the most that I had ever heard Debbie’s husband say when he wasn’t in front of the press.

Lisa and Roger took this opportunity to thank Christa for dinner and bid everyone a good night, stepping across the lawn to their own home next door.

The remaining trio went inside to continue their reunion while I picked up the remaining items and walked into the house, locking it up behind me. Lights snapped on and the house took on an intimate glow while I finished up and wiped down the kitchen, putting on a fresh pot of coffee for Mr. Williams. 

I was beat and it must have showed. Christa walked up behind me and laid a hand on each shoulder. Not massaging them they way she occasionally did but just held me for the first time in days and I relished the contact. When she dropped them I turned around.

“You look tired. Go ahead and call it a day. I won’t be needing you again tonight.” She said grabbing the pot of coffee from its cradle.

“Thank you.” I said, the stress, joy and adrenaline of the day draining the energy from my body.

She smiled, almost looking as though she were dropping the act. Determined to follow through, I wouldn’t let either of us slip up and I headed for my room.

“Good night ma’am. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With that, I returned to my room and shrugged out of the stiff uniform, slipping into my nightie and gown for a while, still in wig and makeup in case Christa needed me. I plopped into the lounge chair in the corner, one of the last remaining remnants of my bachelor days to be found in the house. I often read here, enjoying the chair and despite it’s being banished to this room, it still was here and available to me. With some pleasure, I curled one leg under me and took a seat, my weary eyes scanning the printed words. My bedroom door was still cracked and the sounds of Christa or Julie would trickle in, the trio continuing to catch up on their lives while I sat back and relaxed for a moment, setting down my book and closing my eyes, the laughter receding even further.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep or what had woken me up from my slumber but I sensed light through my eye lids and I prayed it wasn’t morning already or I wouldn’t make it through the day. When I managed to finally open my eyes it became very clear that something wasn’t quite right. 

Instead of leaning back in my old lounger, I was standing upright. I tried to rub the remaining sleep from my eyes but found that my wrists were restrained, my arms extended out away from my body. Instead of the nightie I had been wearing I was again in my black uniform, the material wrapping around my body. 

The fog was quickly clearing from my head and I soon realized that I was standing in the master bedroom next to the bed, but the restraints that I thought were only holding my wrists had a matching pair holding my ankles in place, my feet shackled three feet apart. I tried to pull lightly against the bonds but found they wouldn’t give. 

I heard a sound in the hall behind me and my heart skipped a beat, my breathing becoming shallow trying to allow my ears an opportunity to pick up a clue as to what was happening and how I had gotten here. I had fixed my own plate and had a coke with dinner so I know that nothing had been slipped into my food or drink. Without that opportunity being viable I was clueless as my ears strained to hear more sounds coming from the hallway behind me and just out of sight. I could hear voices but they were either speaking real low or were far off. 

Within a few moments I determine that the speakers were only a feet away when the familiar squeak of the hallway floorboard gave away their presence.

Christa and Julie appeared, strolling casually past me, each wearing a knowing smirk while they sat down on the bed, their robes wrapped tightly around their thin, shapely frames. I talked to them asking if they were responsible for this, pulling on my restraints. My wife nodded yes, clearly enjoying herself. The girls conspired, exchanging sly glances just as Terry walked into the room. He walked over to the bed where the duo sat and kissed each in a romantic yet controlled way, lust clearly in his eyes. They exchanged a few words before he straightened up and walked over to face me.

“Shall we see what we have here ladies?” he asked. 

“Yes please.” They said in unison.

“What?” I inquired, chuckling at the strange events unfolding before my eyes.

Terry stepped forward, knelt down on the cream colored carpeting in front of me and pulled out a pair of large, pointed scissors from under the bed. Without hesitation he took up the front hem of my uniform in one hand and slowly began cutting into the material with the shears. 

I tugged slightly on the bonds, not understanding what was happening, but the restraints, clipped into a sturdy metal frame behind me wouldn’t budge. The ladies were watching with intense interest while Terry continued to whittle away at the fabric, small pieces of it falling to the rug.

He continued his work uninterrupted, moving slowly up the front of my body, the feeling of his hands and fingers sliding across the nylons wrapping my inner thigh. I gasped at his touch and had quickly given up on trying to free myself. When I opened my eyes I could see Christa and Julie smiling widely, clearly enjoying the show. 

I could hear them talking, encouraging Terry as bits and pieces of the skirt area fall away from the front and back of the uniform. The girls were enthralled as Terry continued his work, his gentle hands exploring my body as he went. I could feel a strange tightening in my groin as the scissors cut closer, more nylon covered leg showing as the material was removed. 

Why didn’t you just cut it away in one piece I asked him silently, wishing he would work faster even though I didn’t know what was in store for me when he was done. I could feel the cool breeze as the back of my skirt area was gone and his strong hand sliding across my butt sent shivers shooting through me. But he wouldn’t be distracted and continued to work carefully along the belt line until he was done and stepped back taking the front of my uniform’s skirt area with him. I licked my dry lips and watched the lady’s reaction, the duo cooing their approval. I was feeling so incredible and after enjoying Terry’s admiring stare I looked down, feeling the gentle air currents blowing across my legs. 

I looked down to find that the thick legs that normally propelled me around were thinner and shapelier; longer. My feet were narrower and smaller, more feminine as I teetered in the high heels, the ankle straps still holding them firmly in place. My gaze worked upwards where lacy garters held up the stockings and framed in the groin area where a pair of tiny, matching black, silk panties clung every so loosely to my crotch, the penis that should have been heaving out from there against the flimsy material conspicuously absent, a gentle rolling bulge instead, a narrow slit barely visible. My labored breathing grew even louder. What was happening? How had they done it? The girls were smiling and Terry, although enjoying himself, had stopped for a moment to admire the view.

“My turn.” Christa said rising from the bed. She took the scissors from him and he sat down in her place. “Do you like what you see?” She asked me, clearly interested in the answer.

I was speechless; all I could manage was a nod. Satisfied, she stepped forward with scissors in hand and began to work where Terry had left off near the waist where I could feel her smooth fingers sliding across my mid-drift, it’s view blocked by my heaving chest. 

“Oh God.” I cried, trying to capture every thought, every impulse wishing beyond hope that I could keep it all and savor every last, delicious moment.

She moved on to the sleeves and was slowly cutting through the material when I noticed that the arms that were outstretched and restrained were thin and more feminine, the heavy hands and fake nails replaced with smaller versions and perfect manicured fingertips. The sleeves dropped to the carpet and I could see thin, black, bra straps tracing gracefully over my shoulders instead of the wide ones that I normally wore. I looked into Christa’s eyes and she nodded as though she knew my question. 

My gaze turned downwards as the scissors continued their work, the course material remaining of my uniform finally gave way, the last section across my chest fell to the floor, revealing a perfectly rounded set of breasts pushed up and held in place by a black, lace bra straining to hold them. The breasts were incredible and I couldn’t turn my eyes away, seeing them there as I had always dreamt instead of the fake stuffing I normally used. These were actually flesh and blood.

“They’re perfect, aren’t they?” she asked, knowing that I would agree. 

She continued to admire them while I looked over to see Terry and Julie’s reaction. They were no longer watching us. She had shrugged the robe off her shoulders and Terry was reaching forward with two hands and fondling each of her breasts. I looked back and found my wife watching the pair also.

“Does that look like fun?” my wife asked me.

“Yes.” I pleaded.

That was all I could manage, struggling at my bonds, trying desperately to pull away so my feminine hands could explore all the new curves and features my new body had to offer. As if sensing my discomfort, Christa stepped up and pushed the scissor blades between my blossoming bosom and started to squeeze the handles together, the sturdy band of material under my chest resisting under the growing pressure until finally, it gave way. 

The lace panels darted away to the sides, my large, erect nipples leading my breasts into their natural, resting position. I couldn’t help but stare at the incredible view in front of me. 

Christa finished it off by snipping the straps and the bra fell to the floor. 

I now found my feminine new body naked except for the panties that continued doing their job, a hint of moisture now apparent.

Oh God this was perfect or so I thought until she dropped the scissors and cupped each breast in a hand, teasing and massaging the wonderful mounds, a thumb gently working each of the erect nipples. 

“Oh my God.” I gasped at her touch.

I was moaning now unable to contain the emotions bursting to get out of me. Her hands slowed despite my calls to continue.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded, as Terry had done successfully.

When I opened my eyes I could see her head turned, her gaze falling upon the other couple. Julie had disrobed completely now and Terry had pulled off her panties. She was moaning loudly now and I could see her glistening cunt as Terry massaged her clit with two fingers. I longed to feel the same sensation she was enjoying and had turned back to face my wife, intent on pleading for equal treatment. I found her already on her knees before me, scissors in hand, snipping away my panties. I wasn’t sure they were gone until she tossed them away over her shoulder and they landed at the foot of the dresser. 

Down through the gap in my beautiful breasts I could just push out my hips far enough to see that my penis was indeed gone and was replaced by a thin row of fine hair barely covering the moist, pink slit between my long legs. 

I moaned again when Christ moved her fingers up to my crotch and gently ran them up and down the wet opening. I was wondering just how much more could I take as my head began to swim, glorious pleasure racked my shaking body. 

I moaned.

Julie moaned

I moaned again and Julie moaned louder, faster. 

I was in Heaven now savoring the pleasure but could help but sneak a peek next to us and found that Julie was now reclining against the headboard, Terry’s face buried in her crotch. 

I thought I would pass out when I suddenly experienced a new sensation assault my body and looked down to see Christa there, gently rubbing my clit with her own tongue, wrapping it and drawing it slowly in and out with a gentle sucking motion of her red lips. 

My legs shook, only managing to stay in place because of the restraints. The inhibited moaning in the room had turned animalistic as Julie and I worked unconsciously to out do one another in exclaiming to the world the ecstasy we were experiencing!

My wife was working her lips up my body now as I looked to our bed to see what could possibly be in store next and found Terry pressed tightly up against Julie, their mouthing working together. 

By the time Christa had worked over the nipples of my breasts, saliva lubricating the motion, she had gained her feet and stood up straight in her own heels. I was ready and our tongues found one another, the heat of our breath pushing out around our red, engorged lips.

“You’ve been a good girl this week. Following all my orders.” Christa said pulling away momentarily, “So I hope you’re enjoying your reward.”

“Yes. Yes I am. Thank you ma’am.” I cried, hoping it wasn’t coming to an end.

“Are you ready for more?’ she inquired, clearly enjoying the fact that she had me at her mercy.

“Yes. Please . . . .” I begged.

“OK then. Here we go.”

She reached up with her hand and worked a set of switches on the sturdy, tubular frame to which I was strapped and the device came slowly to life under her command. As one, the machine and I began to move.

I stole a quick look to the side and found Terry leaning back this time, resting upon his elbows as Julie crawled on top him. Her hands were on the bed holding the lithe body above his groin, her own red lips engulfing his dick, her mouth wrapping the stiff muscle and sliding up and down on a thin bead of saliva. He fell back onto the sheets, clearly unable to stand her oral performance. He continued to grown loudly, reaching up with both hand and grabbling handfuls of her golden locks, ushering on her effort at pleasing him. 

The machinery stopped moving and I found myself on my nylon-covered knees, my arms still straight out from my body, my own thin frame pushed erect by the padded rack upon which I was strapped down. Julie hadn’t stopped her bobbing motion as she continued to suck on Terry’s penis but both had turned an eye in our direction. Christa bent down at the hips and brought her face to within inches of mine, hooking my chin in her right hand and bringing my attention back to her.

“Shall we continue?” 

I looked back and forth from Terry and Julie to my wife and finally answered.

“Yes ma’am. Please.”

“Very well.” She said standing upright again, teetering every so slightly in her shoes.

I turned from my view of the bed and the duo there who continued to watch us with interest and back to my wife who was slowly undoing the strap on her thin robe, letting them dangle at her sides only a few feet from my body which continued to ache for her touch. Sliding the material away from her chest and over her shoulders she let it drop to the floor in one cascade of silk. 

She was wearing a pair of my jockey briefs and just where her legs came together, a long rounded bulge pushed outwards. The normally beautiful chest that I often found myself lusting over was also missing, replaced by a pair of masculine looking pecs.

I was confused at first at what I saw and looked upwards for answers. What I could see was even more amazing and yet I was even more aroused. 

It was Christa staring down from the top of her six foot frame, but the body she now had, crammed into the high heels was that of my own, the version I had only an hour ago. I recognized the wide shoulders and the small scar running down the inside of the right arm but what I saw had definitely been mine. She reached out and grabbed a tussle of my hair in each hand and I could see that the dark curls of my wig were an exquisite shade of auburn. She pulled on the hair and I could tell that it was no longer just a temporary hairpiece by sprouting from my head. 

I knew what was coming now and longed for it, my chest tightening in anticipation. She pulled back slightly and my chin rose, my face turning to meet hers.

“Do you want it?” she asked.

I nodded, noticing that she now had on my dark brown wig, it’s curls framing her face.

“Are you sure you want it? I can’t hear you and I want to be sure.”




Quiet Servitude Pt. 03



Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

Chapter 7 – Monday, June 9th

If the sunshine hadn’t been so bright I wouldn’t have believe it was 9:30 in the morning. I had gotten eight restful hours of sleep but felt still felt tired until my brain began to ponder Stacy’s agenda for the day. It involved a party at Debbie’s house and although the majority of guests would be strangers, the thought was still a mix of panic and sheer enjoyment. I wouldn’t have to stay in the same place all night or have to carry on conversations with the guest but I would have to make an extra effort to pay attention to how I walked, how I stood and how I carried myself. 

The job, I had been told, was a no-brainer so I would have a chance to study the guests and more importantly the women present to pick up a few pointers. Such an opportunity rarely presented itself and I thought I would get the most out of it. Besides, it would give me something to do to take my mind off the fact that I was a man serving drinks at a party dressed up in a female uniform, undergarments and a wig with makeup smeared across my face.

Terry needed caffeine to keep moving but maybe he should try a little crossdressing instead. Nothing like the potent mix of panic and adrenaline to set the day off right. 

I continued to lay in bed one more minute while I tried to motivate myself. The house was still quiet, everyone apparently still sleeping in, when I climbed again into the shower and felt the invigorating steam on my skin. My room was at the end of the hallway so I didn’t have to worry about waking our guests.

Two showers a day would take a toll on anyone’s skin I noted as I toweled off, the soft material still damp from my previous shower only eight hours ago. I grabbed the container of moisturizer and pumped a decent amount into my hand, rubbing it thoroughly into my face. I took another shot and worked it into my shoulders, arms and across my legs. The makeup had dried my face out but the uniform that I wore each day had done the same to the rest of my body and I enjoyed the way the smooth cream made my skin feel.

The makeup went back on even faster today as I found my stride and my overall appearance looked even more convincing I thought as I did a final check in the mirror. The black and white uniform, washed and ironed, looked particularly crisp this morning. Feeling unusually proud of my appearance I was ready to face the day and slipped my feet into the heels before stepping into the hallway.

As before, the house remained quiet. There was no one about. I took a few steps down the hall heading for the livingroom, noting that Julie’s door was closed as was Terry’s just down from it. Curiosity got the better of me and I took a few more steps passed the juncture of the hallway and could see that the master bedroom door was cracked an inch.

I turned and looked out across the interior of the house and didn’t see anyone. Finally deciding that everyone was still in bed, I took a half dozen steps down the hallway and moved towards the master bedroom door, trying to see in from a few feet back. From that distance I could tell the bed hadn’t been made but beyond that nothing was apparent. I side stepped the squeaky spot and after taking another look around I inched forward, moving my eye right up to the opening where I could see the queen sized matress come into view. The comforter was gone and the sheets were trailing onto the floor. Even the mattress cover was pulled off one corner. The house was cool, the heat having been off all night and I could see three bodies curled up together on the bed, pushed up tight to another to share body heat; a sea of intertwined arms and legs.

“I wonder what I missed last night” I said to myself, noting that all three of them were naked, at least one pair of beautiful breasts stuck up from the backside of the bed, not knowing if they were Christa’s or Julie’s from the angle.

I could feel my familiar erection growing again, wondering if it would ever cut me some slack and was stepping away from the door when someone stirred. Not wanting to get caught, I stepped back into the hallway and darted out quickly into the living room, careful to step quietly until I was solidly in the kitchen and no one would suspect I had just been in the hallway only moments earlier.

I was putting on coffee when I heard a bedroom door closing, the occupant trying to be stealthy. A second later another door closed tightly but this time it was not so quietly done.

With the coffee on I began to whip up some batter for pancakes, hell bent on showing Terry exactly how things are supposed to be done in a kitchen! With the ingredients ready I prepared the grill and started off breakfast by preparing crispy bacon and sausage as the other people in the house pulled themselves together.

The cooked meat was done and resting on paper towel in the serving plate when I first heard voices. Neither woman had showered or dressed, but brushed out their hair and had wandered down to the kitchen, each dressed in a simple robe, Christa padding barefoot across the carpet. If they had anything on under their robes it wasn’t apparent as each had the garment cinched up tightly around their narrow waists.

“Good morning.” I said, preparing to spoon out the pancake mix onto the griddle.

“Morning.” Julie spoke first, eyes at half-mast.

Christa only managed a halfhearted mumble and a slight wave as both women sat down at the barstools in the kitchen on the other side of the counter.

I set a tall glass of cold orange juice in front of my wife and turned to Julie.

“Can I get you something to drink Ms. Jackson?”

Here eyes blinked a few times, chin cupped in one hand, and elbow resting on the countertop.

“We have coffee, orange juice, tomato juice, cranberry juice, milk and water.” I offered a list of available beverages trying to present something acceptable. I was going to toss in wine coolers as an option but thought better of it.

“Coffee . . . Black.” She finally decided.

I poured a mug and slid it under her nose, the steam wafting up into her face where it sat. I set the plate of hot bacon and sausage within their reach, buttered a few more slices of toast and began to pour out the silver dollar sized pancakes, the sizzling griddle sounding unusually loud this morning not having to compete with the normal, bubbly conversation. The first four pancakes were ready when I shoveled them onto the plate and set it next to the others. Christa was nibbling absentmindedly on piece of bacon still looking like she were in a fog. Julie, I was convinced, had fallen back asleep. I saw Terry approach and take up residence in the third and last barstool. 

I was ready for him and set a steaming cup of coffee down in front of him, but he intercepted it in mid air and started sipping on it between phrases he was mumbling like ‘thank you’, ‘bless you’ and ‘you are wonderful’. I took them in stride, knowing it was just the coffee talking and turned back to the griddle, the next stack of flapjacks ready for consumption. I set them on the plate and made another even dozen before rinsing the batter bowl in the sink. 

Terry was the first to stir from his funk and come alive, shoveling a little of everything on his plate and dousing it with a healthy helping of maple syrup. By the time he was half way through both his first cup of coffee and his first plate of breakfast he looked like he was wide awake and ready for the day.

“Would you like some eggs to go with this?” I asked him.

“No thank you Stacy. This is wonderful.” He said through a half-filled mouth of pancake, motioning to his coffee cup. I topped it off and he gave me the thumbs up, lifting it towards his face.

Christa had made it through the bacon she started on five minutes earlier and was starting on a piece of round, breakfast sausage.I noted that she was chewing faster and appeared to be coming around.

“Would you care for something else ma’am? Maybe an omelet?” I asked, offering alternatives.

“Just some toast with jam please.”

I slathered some of her favorite cherry-almond butter jam onto the white toast and passed the plate across to her. Terry was staring at it hungrily and I offered him the same, which he gratefully accepted.

Julie for her part was now propped up on both elbows, her chin resting in her hands and eyes shut. If she wasn’t leaning forward I would have worried she was going to fall off the barstool. Noting that she could fall forward within reach of the griddle I slid it off to the side and began to load the dishwasher.

“Come on Julie. Shake a leg.” Christa finally said, elbowing her friend.

“Hmmm . . .”

“Does anyone need anything? Aspirin?”

Christa looked up at me and paused.

“Not hung over. Just had a rough night.”

Rough night, I thought to myself. Right! Had trouble sleeping did we? I bet.

I turned back to the sink to hide the grin I could feel forming on my face and continued working my way through the stack of plates.

“I’m going to hit the shower.”

With that Terry got up and walked back to his room.

Christa dropped the half eaten slice of bread back on her plate, took a sip of the orange juice and grabbed the cordless phone before she too wandered back towards the bedrooms.

I was cleaning up the plates when Julie finally spoke.

“Thank you for breakfast.” She said, yawning widely and cracked her right eye looking directly at me for the first time this morning. “I just wish I was awake enough to enjoy it.”

“You’re welcome ma’am.”

She smiled and saluted before staggering towards the back of the house.

I tried to conserve hot water and had loaded the last of the machine wash items when I heard Julie calling me. I hurried back and found her door open.

“Yes ma’am?” I said, stepping just inside the door. Around the corner I could hear her in the bathroom moving about. “Can I get you something?” 

“Do you have any shampoo I can borrow?” she said stepping out into view.

The silk robe she had on was hanging open, the ties hanging lazily at her sides. I tried not to stare but her chest was just hanging there above her smooth belly, a small thin tuft of hair running down between her legs. I’m not sure how my brain managed to capture all that information because my gaze snapped up to meet hers a split second after I registered that she was standing there all but naked in front of me.

“Ma’am?” I said, my brain not registering the request.

She smiled and held up the small shampoo bottle.

“Of course. Let me refill that for you.” I replied, flustered and trying to regain my composure as I took the bottle from her. “Any preferences?”

Julie shook her head. “Thanks.”

I dashed out to my own room and refilled the bottle from my own shower and capped it off. I turned to take the bottle back but found my route blocked by Julie who had snuck up behind. She was standing there, her robe still hanging tantalizingly open and a devious smile on her face. I stared down at her from the top of my heels, nearly eight inches taller than her. I held the bottle in both hands out in front of me, using it more as a shield I think.

She reached up and took it in her hands, though not immediately removing it from my grasp. With four hands holding it, our fingers came in contact and held there, our eyes locking and neither pulling away until finally I could feel her take control and take the bottle. Julie finally looked down, a big drop of shampoo smeared across her fingers. She rubbed it slowly between her finger and thumb for a moment, looking at it casually before speaking.

“Thank you.” She said, turning her eyes back up to meet mine.

I nodded, unable to speak.

She looked down at the bottle of cream colored liquid and lazily wiped away a remaining drop that had oozed out the top. I stared down wanting to keep an eye on the bottle as well but my eyes drifted past it to her chest, the soft, round breasts just sitting there, easily within reach. How I wanted to take one in each hand at that moment and just stroke them. I noted then she had finished with the cleanup and was staring at me as I was preoccupied with her chest. Fortunately, she was still holding the bottle in the same general direction and I quickly developed a cover story.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a better bottle?” I asked, swallowing hard while I stared into her dark, blue eyes, unable to think of anything else than her ample bosoms just sitting there taunting me.

“This should work fine for me. Thanks.”

“If you need anything else please ask.” I said, instantly regretting it. I felt like a giddy schoolboy talking to a cute teacher and feeling as though my lame offer was as transparent as hell.

I heard someone speaking in the background but it didn’t register with me until Julie spoke up.

“We’re in here.” 

Christa appeared in the doorway immediately behind Julie and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, having her nearly naked friend standing in my bathroom.

“I just talked to my hair dresser. She worked me in at 3 o’clock and she found an opening for you at 3:15 p.m. so we’re all set.”

Jan was her hairdresser across town and they had appointments this afternoon.

“Great!” Julie replied. “Thanks again for the shampoo.”

Holding up the bottle she turned and stepped passed Christa and out of my room.

“What were you two doing?” my wife asked, smiling deviously.

I shook my head a little too vigorously and denied that anything was happening.

“Nothing. She was out of shampoo and just needed a refill. Really.” I said innocently enough.

“Uh-huh.”

I don’t think she entirely believed me but at least she was smiling.

“I know you will be working late tonight so after we leave make up the beds and relax until your ride arrives.” She said, slipping back into character before walking back to the master bedroom, her long wet hair cascading down over her shoulders.

I bent over at the waist and locked my hands on my knees, exhaling the breath I had been holding for the past minute. I shook it off and walked back into the hallway, heading for the master bedroom. I could hear Christa elsewhere in the house so I took the opportunity to make her bed. As expected, the room was deserted now, but it was clear that it hadn’t been last night. Instead of making the bed as expected, I stripped the sheets off again and tossed them in a pile near the door so I could grab them on the way out. I suspected that making the other beds in the house wouldn’t require such energy. Without looking too closely, I snatched up the clothes strewn about and placed them in the hamper. All of them were women’s clothing but they could easily have been Julie’s. At least the last time I did the laundry it was easy enough to sort them out!

Terry shot across my path coming out of his room and proceeded to the back of the house. I literally picked up one corner of his covers and ran a hand across the comforter and his bed was again made. His room was intact so I made my way to Julie’s room. She was also missing so I quickly straightened up her bed, which looked somewhat slept in, and went back towards the greatroom, my chores now done for the day.

“Bedrooms are all set ma’am. Is there anything else you need?”

Christa pulled the key ring from her purse before slinging it over her shoulder. She slipped on her sunglasses before turning.

“No thanks Stacy. Julie and I are heading out for the afternoon. Chances are we won’t be back before you have to go so we’ll see you over at the Hennesey’s this evening. Terry will be catching up with us later and I told him to take either the Porsche or the Cavalier and showed him where the spare keys are located. If he asks for anything, please see to his needs as best that you can. I did remind him that you were working tonight so I don’t think he’ll be asking for much.”

Julie stepped up, a purse over her own shoulder.

“Ready?” Christa asked. “We’ll see you tonight.”

With that they were gone and silence ensued, save for the television that was on in the living room, Terry sitting on the couch.

Not sure what else to do, I walked back to the hallway and snatched up the bed sheets before taking them downstairs and starting the washer. I returned to the kitchen and munched on a cold flapjack, trying to settle my nervous stomach. The house was in order and I still had several hours before my ride arrived and an interesting evening ensued. Between now and then I would have to find something to do. Watching TV or playing on my X-box was my normal routine for killing time and butterflies but neither were options with our guest settled in the livingroom for the afternoon.

I washed my plate and set it out to dry, deciding to return to my room and my book in hopes of whiling the hours before I ‘went to work’.

“Stacy?”

I spun on my heels and found Terry standing behind me in the kitchen a mere three feet away. My mind was reeling on how he could have snuck up on me like that but knew that my attention was elsewhere, probably still thinking about Julie’s breasts! 

“Yes sir?” I asked.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I nodded, wondering where this was leading.

“Do you find me attractive?” he inquired.

“Sir?” I replied, the look of confusion coming easily to my face.

“I’m fairly perceptive as far as guys go and I couldn’t help but notice that you appeared somewhat uncomfortable when I first arrived.”

Oh geez. I’m acting weird and he thinks I have the hots for him. Perceptive? I’m a guy standing here in a dress two feet from him and he thinks he’s perceptive? Egotistical apparently.

“It’s OK.” He said. “I kind of broached the subject with Christa before Julie arrived and she mentioned that you were acting differently. She thought you may have been harboring some feelings for me and I wanted to clear the air. I don’t want my being here to make you uncomfortable.”

He stepped a little closer while the kitchen sink prevented me from skirting backwards on my heels.

“I . . .. I’m not sure on how to answer that question, Mr. Williams.”

And I didn’t. I could either tell him that my anxiety stemmed from being dressed as a humble housemaid and meeting him for the first time as Stacy or that I was attracted to him, which was partially true I figured. Either way I hesitated and didn’t have time to think up another reason.

“It’s all right. I know that you work here and you have to bottle up your emotions sometimes. But we’re alone and you don’t have to hide it any longer.”

This guy gets laid acting like this? Even so, he did have a certain charm and after seeing him in action a few days ago, the thought of him running his hands across my body held an appeal that was hard to describe. If we were to explore this possibility it would become apparent to him quickly that I wasn’t what I appeared to be.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 03



I turned and faced the sink, staring out the kitchen window.

“It’s true.” I said, letting the statement hang for dramatic affect. “I do have to watch what I say and how I act most of the time. I like working here and wouldn’t want to do anything to risk that.”

I let out an audible gasp when I felt his right hand slide across my ass. A flood of emotions ran through me, and I froze, not sure how to respond.

“It must be hard to hold it all in?” I heard him whisper in my right ear, the hair on the side of my head gently pulling back as his right hand continued to slide across my body.

“Yes sir. Very hard.” 

My eyes closed as I let myself enjoy the touch of his hands, knowing in a matter of minutes that my secret would be out and all hell would break loose if I didn’t handle this correctly.

I could feel his breath slide across my neck a second before his lips contacted my skin, sending those strange sensations coursing through my body.

His right hand continued to massage my ass while his left hand took up residence on my left hip but didn’t stay there long. Terry pushed up closer and I could feel a sizable erection pressing me from behind while both hands now moved forward across my body, his arms wrapping me up tight.

“I know how hard it can be to have feelings for someone and not be able to express them.” He said, trying to justify his behavior. No woman would have fallen for this crap but I had to admit I was aroused and intrigued.

“Very hard.” I managed to mutter as his left hand slid up and cupped by breast. It was the best money could buy and through the uniform and bra it was indistinguishable from the real thing. Where his right hand was headed was a different story. It moved as far across my stomach as possible, which I sucked in the moment he touched me. It stayed there for a few seconds before beginning its descent.

“So very hard.” He whispered again, his slips gently caressing the nape of my neck, momentarily distracting me as his hand swept across my groin trying to find the right spot. I was padded out down there to make it look and feel feminine, but even through the heavy material I could still feel his hand as it rode, unbeknownst to him, up and down across my cock, feeling absolutely fabulous. I could also feel him pressing against me, his hips grinding slowly, maintaining his own erection. 

I kept my hands on the counter to steady myself and had to give him credit. I couldn’t pat my tummy and rub my head at the same time but he was able to do four different things at once and already I could feel perspiration breaking out under the edge of my hairpiece, my body temperature rising in response to the stimuli that seemed to be coming at me from all directions.

“You just have to learn to give in and not fight it.” He said, sensing that I had given in to him. I had straightened up onto my heels and my hands had found both of his, directing them as they continued to explore my body through the uniform. His right hand had slid from my crotch easing my anxiety for a moment until I realized it was dropping down my leg and beneath the hem of my skirt. It rode across the nylon of my inner thigh and despite it climbing again under the uniform I found that my right foot had risen slightly to allow him easier access. 

“Oh God.” I said, bringing him into the conversation once again. 

“Feels good?” he asked, knowing I was butter in his hands.

“Mmmmmmmm . . ..”

He pressed me forward against the cupboard and withdrew his left hand from my breast. I was wondering where it had gone when I began to feel the zipper down my back begin to slide open, his kisses working their way down my bare back, while his right had returned to my groin area, this time with only my panties and padding in preventing him from discovering something I wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

I pushed back and spun on my heels, turning to face him. The hem on my uniform dropped back into place as his hands took up new positions on my hip. I threw one hand across his shoulder and placed the other to the side of his face, pulling him forward and planting my mouth against his, our tongues searching out the other. His strong arms pulled me into him, my breasts, such as they were, pressed tightly against his chest. In the embrace, they felt real enough. Being closer to him allowed his hands to begin exploring again, both sliding down and grabbing two handfuls of my ass, my weight being lifted off my heels.

“Listen.” I said, trying to regain control.

His lips, no longer engaged with mine, moved down to the sides of my neck where they continued their kissing. I was pressed back against the cupboards again, the stiff surface providing some sense of stability.

His brain had shifted in neutral now while I was trying to get his attention so did the only thing I could think of. I slid my hands down the front of his shirt and began to fumble with the latch on the front of his pants.

Bingo!

He paused, his lips stopping their kissing, his hands no longer massaging my butt. I undid the button and lowered the zipper before he looked up at me with a long, wide smile on his lips, one eyebrow lifted in a questioning manner.

I licked my lips in a seductive way while I finished with the zipper, a gently swaying of his hips sending his jeans to the kitchen floor.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be. 

He shook his head, the smile never leaving his face.

My hands had found the elastic band of his boxer shorts and were working them down around his hips as I continued to talk.

“Mrs. Miller did say I was supposed to take good care of you when she left.” I said, carefully working his shorts lower down his legs.

He nodded, knowing what she said but under normal circumstances it probably wouldn’t apply to what was going on in our kitchen.

“And I’m afraid I don’t have much time but think I can spare a few minutes if you don’t mind me doing it this way.”

Terry shook his head, not caring how he got it. As long as he was satisfied I was sure he wouldn’t mind. I pushed him back against the cupboards this time and positioned both his hands on the tiled surface.

“I like to concentrate on my work.” I said. “These stay here.”

He nodded again, eagerly agreeing to the terms.

“And no one knows what went on her this afternoon?” I asked, arching my own eyebrow.

“I swear.”

I couldn’t trust him but I didn’t care. He would be satisfied and I could keep my clothes and possibly my dignity intact.

“Are you sure?” I prompted, drawing a hand under his erect penis and rubbing my palm under his sack, eliciting a sigh of pleasure. It was weird having held another penis in my hand, my first, but it was quite erotic to know that I had him in my sights and under my control. It was all too easy if this was all it took and I knew in my heart that it was because Christa knew how to work me in the same way. I’d have to remember this little nugget of information.

“Positive. No one will hear anything from me, I swear.”

“Hands stay there or we’re done here, understand?”

All I needed was for him to grab a handful of hair and the gig and wig was up.

He nodded now; his eyes closed as his savored the gentle stroking of my hand. I paused temporarily as I slowly sunk to my knees, taking up position on the small rug we kept in front of the sink, his feet together between my legs. I straightened up to bring my mouth into position and ran both hands behind his legs, eliciting another grown of satisfaction. Taking one last look up and finding his hands on the counter and his eyes shut, I ran my tongue around my lips, tasting the lipstick that I had on. Settling on what I was about to do I pushed my head forward and licked along the entire upper side of his cock releasing more sounds from above. I continued to work it from above, below and the side, one of my manicured hands slowly massaging his balls. His knuckles had gone white as he clamped down on the sink trying to keep from shaking.

Convinced now that he would stand there as instructed I took him into my mouth and sucked ever so lightly, drawing him as far as I could take him, slowing bringing him in and out again, trying to keep his shaft lubricated and moist. I had often wondered if I could go through with something like this but in the comfort of my own home I had come across the right conditions to make it a possibility. 

I was really starting to get into it, noticing that my own erection was as hard as it could get, pressing for attention. With Terry going nowhere, I released my hand from behind his thigh and slid it under the hem of my uniform, struggling to get my manicured hand under the edge of my panties without spearing something vital to my manhood. 

I guess I could do at least three things at once as I continued to work him over while getting my right hand into position around my own penis. He was moaning faster now as I continued to work, my mouth growing dry and my jaw starting to ache from this unfamiliar activity. 

His hands were still in place but he began to work his hips to help me out, moving faster and faster as I could sense the pressure building inside him. I could tell he was growing close now as his hips moved faster than my head could follow until finally, he exploded into me, a stream of hot, molten liquid shooting into my mouth, the muscles spasming in joy, each rocking bringing a renewed gushing of cum. 

I sucked a few more times while his hips slowed. I finished up by sliding a hand to his cock and performing a milking motion, drawing out every last drop of his seed. I swallowed, tasting the remnants of the salty fluid in my mouth. When I drew back, releasing him, a final, sticky thread stretched between us, before snapping loose and sticking to my chin. I wiped it away, releasing my own penis and straightened my uniform as I rose unsteadily to my feet, the high heels not helping with my stability. I was still rock hard but would find a quiet moment shortly to relieve myself from the building pressure I could feel inside my body. I had finally done it, unsure if I could pull it off. Thoughts of doing it had come to mind for years, but the thought of performing the act took on different realities based on my own state. When I was fondling a full erection the thought of going down on a man was extremely erotic. After an orgasm, the very thought often turned my stomach. Fortunately, he came before I did and we didn’t have to test how repulsed I might have been if I had been the one to come first.

Terry continued to stand there savoring the pleasure, his hands now hanging limply at his sides. He continued to lean against the cupboards for support, his eyes still shut. I wasn’t entirely sure what to say, this having been my first time performing oral sex on a man and he seemed to be enjoying it far too much to care.

The doorbell rang and I froze, my eyes growing wide at the unexpected sound.

Terry had come to life and was dressed again, following me out of the kitchen. He continued through the living room, heading for the bedrooms, while I snuck a peek through peephole. A young woman was standing on the porch, a briefcase looking tote in hand.

Steeling myself, I opened the door.

“Yes?” 

“Hello there. Are you Ms. Johnson?” 

Christa and I were married before moving back to Michigan so I couldn’t imagine someone coming to the door trying to sell her something by that name. I paused too long in my confused state and seeing this she continued.

“Stacy Johnson?” she said expectantly.

“That’s me.” I replied, now even more confused than before.

“Mrs. Miller sent me over to help you out. Can I come in?”

“Please.”

I opened the door and let her into the foyer just as Terry stepped out from his room, wearing a conservative gray suit, still straightening his tie.

“I’m heading out Stacy.” He said, without looking over at us.

“Yes sir.” I replied before turning back to the woman standing in front of me.

“Please come in.” I said, showing her into the livingroom where she sat down on the couch.

The garage door slammed shut and I heard my Porsche rumble away. Finally able to calm down and catch my breath, I sat down on the loveseat and turned my attention back to the visitor.

“Was that Mr. Williams?” she asked, obviously well informed.

“Ah yes, it was.”

“And we’re alone now?” she continued, looking around our home.

“Yes. We are.” I said, gathering my thought before continuing. “I really must apologize. Mrs. Miller didn’t mention anyone was coming by.”

“Oh. That’s all right. No offense taken. She called me a few hours ago and was wondering if I was available this afternoon.”

I was growing more confused by the minute and she could sense it.

“I work part time doing cosmetics and nails for clients in between going to school.” She explained, the picture growing clearer. “She explained that she wanted to hire me this afternoon and time was tight so I came right over.”

“I see. That was awfully nice of her but . . ..”

Seeing my discomfort, she smiled.

“It’s OK. She explained everything to me and with us being alone this will go fine.”

I nodded, knowing that with Terry’s unexpected departure that we would have privacy.

“You don’t find this job a little unusual?” I asked wondering what she thought.

“I get all kinds of requests and you wouldn’t believe how often I get this kind of work.”

I breathed easier, knowing I didn’t have to keep up appearances.

“What’s the plan then?” I asked.

“Lets take care of one thing first and then you’ll climb in the shower and scrub off what you have on. I’ll unpack and we’ll get going.”

“Sounds good.”

I nodded and got up, heading for my room when I realized she was following me, case in hand.

“I don’t even know your name?” I realized as she began to unload her tools of the trade.

“It’s Kate E.,” she said, offering her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Katie.” I responded, taking it.

“No ma’am. Kate E. as in elephant.” She said, handing me a colorful business card with her just her name and a phone number.

“I see. Clever marking strategy?”

“No. Just can’t stand my last name.” 

“What’s first” I asked.

“Have a seat and I’ll show you.”

I did as instructed and sat down on the edge of my bed. Kate opened up the case and took out a handheld device and stepped towards me, taking up one of my ears in her hand.

“Ear piercing.” She commented, noticing my shocked look.

“You can do that here?”

“Not rocket science.” She replied, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves and setting a small towel on my shoulder. She removed my wig and set it safely aside.

“Ready?”

I nodded and she proceeded, warning me that it might sting for a minute or two. She wasn’t kidding. I wasn’t expecting it the first time but tensed when she repeated the procedure on the other ear. A cotton ball mopped up the few drops of blood that formed and she stripped off the gloves, secreting them in her case.

“Piece of cake.” I said, a tear welling up in my eyes.

She smiled, checking her watch. 

“How are we doing on time?” I asked.

“We’re fine. Won’t take long at all. Four p.m. still our deadline?” She asked, motioned for me to turn around. I complied, feeling her hands on my shoulder followed immediately by the zipper of my uniform as it slid down along my spine.

“Thank you.” Not wanting to look back or balk so I stepped forward into the bathroom and closed the door, sliding out of my uniform and under garments. I stepped into the water yet again, scrubbing at my face while fully cognizant of the stiff hard-on still poking out from my body. Realizing I couldn’t concentrate with it sticking out, I decided to take a minute to deal with it first and was working a hand full of fruity body wash along the shaft when I heard Kate’s voice from the other side of the shower curtain!

“Need to ask you a few questions if that’s all right?” 

I froze in place, my hand still wrapped around my penis, afraid she was going to throw the curtain aside and catch me in the act.

“Fire away.” I said, no longer trying to feminize my voice over the sound of washing water.

She began to run down a mental checklist as I continued to stroke away, fighting to concentrate on her questions while I could feel the pressure begin to build in my groin.

“I’m assuming you are willing be wearing this wig this evening?”

“Yes.”

“With your fair skin and dark hair, you’ll want to go with darker tones, several shades of brown for the makeup?”

“Whatever you think will work best.”

She continued down her mental list asking about hairstyle, type of gathering this evening, appropriate look, etc. trying to determine what she was going to do to me. Hearing her voice a few feet away and convinced now that she wasn’t going to toss the curtain aside unexpectedly, I shuddered when the orgasm hit, the ejection shooting towards the drain. Water washed the evidence from sight and I quickly took up the washcloth and returned to my face, the soap cleaning off the makeup I had applied only hours ago.

“Make sure you cool down in there.”

“What’s that?” I asked, soap in my eyes.

“You’ll want to finish up with a cool shower so you’re not sweating when I start on your makeup.”

“Good thinking.” I replied, washing off the last of the soap and turned the water temperature down. I stayed in there for a minute letting the cool water wash over me.

I snuck a quick peek around the curtain and Kate was gone, having turned on the bathroom fan and shut the door behind her. I stepped out and shaved again, the razor barely finding anything to cut. I snatched my robe from the door hook and slipped into it before peeking out. Kate was sitting in my lounger, working over my hairpiece with a comb.

“Should I moisturize?” I asked, not wanting to mess anything up.

“Yes, but make sure you only use a little and you work it in real well.”

I stepped back to the sink and did as instructed, starting to cool down from the shower’s heat. I knew what she meant now about sweating but after several minutes of rubbing the moist liquid into my face I could feel the heat dissipate from my body. Finally ready I stepped back into the room to put my self and my face in her capable hands. I assumed Christa had hired someone competent in their craft.

“Ready?” she asked, carefully setting the coifed wig down on the nightstand.

“Ready.” 

She waved me over to the bed and sat me down near the window.

“Before we start, have you picked out what you’ll be wearing? If you’re pulling it on over your head we should probably get you dressed before we work on your face.”

“Ah. I know what I’m going to wearing from here and it buttons up the front. I’m afraid I don’t know what type of uniform they have waiting for me.” I said, explaining tonight’s situation.

“I guess we’re ready then.”

She worked in silence for a few minutes, sponging on my foundation while tossing in a few tips now and again.

“You looked good when I first arrived. If I hadn’t been told, I would have taken you at face value, no pun intended.”

I smiled, taking her compliment to heart.

“Is there anything I could have done differently?”

“Not really. You sat down quite lady-like, walked confidently with your elbows tucked at your sides. I think that’s the one thing that often gives people away. Men tend to walk, their arms swings out away from their bodies.”

“I know what you mean. They normally hang away from my sides and I have to make a conscious effort to hold them in.”

“There isn’t much you can do about your speech but your natural voice is fairly neutral and you were fine when I first talked with you.”

“Thank you.” I said, pleased with her assessment of my abilities in both makeup and rapport.

“I also have to say that it’s important that you carry yourself with confidence. When you were dealing with me, I could sense it.”




Quiet Servitude Pt. 03



“I didn’t feel particularly confident.” I replied modestly as she continued to work down my face and around my mouth keeping me from speaking. Filling in the lull she continued to make helpful comments and observations.

“I also have to say that it’s great that a man can explore his femininity. I know that society really frowns on this kind of thing but I’ve met a dozen men like you and they have all been great guys. Maybe you’re just more sensitive and not an egotist like your friend Terry.”

I sat up a little straighter and puffed out my chest at the compliment and she caught my body language.

“Thank you ma’am.” I replied. “When you’re a man who has grown up thinking he’s some kind of freak, you come to the conclusion that when you finally do come out to a girlfriend or spouse that she’s going to run for cover and never come back. It’s a painful way to live.”

She frowned as she continued on my face, working the first layers of eye shadow into place.

I could feel myself frowning as well and was heading towards getting down on myself wondering if I was going to pull it off tonight. 

“At least you met a woman who is supportive of Stacy!” she said.

“You have no idea how lucky I feel about that.” I replied honestly. 

She was smiling now, a twinkle in her eye.

“I always felt, as most transgendered folk do, that no one in the world will accept us for who we are.”

She set one set of eye-shadow down and picked up a lighter color, the brush rubbing gently under my eye brows. I had plucked the hairs before Stacy came out the first time and Kate was working to soften the heavy brow that my masculine face was showing. She then brushed it into place, softly blending the area where the two different shades came together.

“There are a lot of woman like us out there who find transgendered men very appealing. They tend to be more understanding, better listeners, more sensitive to the feelings of others. I know that’s a generalization but in those respects, transgendered men seem to be more womanly in nature. Less messed up with the testosterone in their blood.”

“Where were you when I was looking for an accepting woman like you ten years ago?”

“I was in high school.” She remarked with a smile.

She stepped back to evaluate her work and once satisfied, took up where she left off. Eyeliner came next as she carefully outlined my eyes with a darker shade and laid it on a little heavy trying to make my eyes appear more feminine. She then drew in eyebrows with the same pencil and I was curious.

“I spent this week trying to thin them out and make them thinner and you’re coloring them in?”

“Everyone always asks that!” she exclaimed. “What it actually accomplishes is two fold. It makes the brow you want to show more visible while the other hairs are less apparent. It also helps to define the eyebrow higher on your forehead making it appear more feminine.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.” I said, squirreling away another nugget of information for later use.

“Do you want to take a look?” she asked.

“I trust you. Besides. I don’t want to peek until we’re done.”

Kate smiled and continued.

“Any problems with adhesive?” she asked, holding up a pair of false eyelashes.

“Cool.” I replied. “No problems.”

She slid a small bead of glue onto the lash and set it in place, pushing it gently down with end of a brush. It fluttered when I flapped my eye, feeling like I had something huge glued there. Within seconds I was wearing a second one.

I batted my eyes at Kate and smiled.

“They feel weird.” I mentioned but was secretly enthralled by the prospect of the ultra-feminine touch.

“Takes a little getting used to but by the end of the evening you won’t even notice them. Probably climb into the shower after you get home and won’t remember having them on. If you do remember just peel them off tonight when you get home. If they survive unscathed you can put them back in this case. Here’s the small bottle of glue you can reuse.

“Feel like caterpillars up there but I suspect they look great?”

“They look fabulous. You’re going to really be happy.” 

A touch of mascara on the bottom lash and she moved on to my lips.

“You have a great mouth.”

I couldn’t smile but she could see me strain to stay in place and pulled the lip liner back for a moment.

“Thank you.” I said laughing.

“Most men don’t have any lips and I literally have to draw them on. Looks decent on some people but not so good on others. Your full lips will look great in this shade of red.” She held up the tube to let me see the color. It was a gorgeous shade that would have been too bright for every day use but for a formal affair, as this evening’s gathering was advertised, it would be perfect.

She pulled open the tube, gave it a twist and began to drag it across my lips.

“You don’t use any of that lip swelling stuff, do you? That would be such a shame.”

“What’s that? No. I don’t. This is all natural.” I replied.

“Excellent.” She said, staring at them.

“Actually they aren’t usually this pouty. I found that when I shaved my face and the razor dragged down across the edge of my lips, they puffed up and gave them a little more body. Rub in a some lip balm to keep in the moisture and they are as good as they can get.”

“I’ll have to remember than for other clients.” She replied, getting a nugget of info for me. It still seemed one sided as she imparted her wisdom to me on makeup and presentation.

“Now for your earrings.” She said, getting down on her knees and looking under the bed.

“I don’t think you’re going to find anything under there.”

“Oh yeah?” 

She pulled back and in her hands was a large, flat box, more than adequate to hold a thousand pairs of earrings.

“What the heck is that?” I asked, having never seen the box before.

“I don’t know but is has a bow on it and your name scribbled across the tag.”

“How did you know it was under there?” I asked with a wry grin on my face.

“Little birdie told me on the way over to look for it when the time was right.”

I set it in my lap and took off the lid, folding back the tissue paper to reveal a set of matching undergarments. A beautiful brocade corset in black, crushed velvet with midnight blue detail sat on top, corset straps hanging from the bottom. I pulled it out and admired the construction before setting it to the side and returning to the box, three items still remaining; a matching black panty and hose and small box. I opened the box and inside were small, gold earrings, the type slid through the opening in the ear and hung down.

“Very nice. Small too. You wouldn’t want anything heavy having just had your ears pierced. Your wife really thought this through. I’m impressed! Don’t forget to take a long white tank top with you tonight in case your uniform is white. Wouldn’t want to have that on under a light color.”

“Great thinking!” I hadn’t thought of that.

Kate pulled the earrings out of the box and pushed them through the small opening as I winced.

“You’ll want to work the openings every couple of days to keep them from closing up.” She instructed. “Use alcohol for the first couple of weeks until they heal completely. These are hypoallergenic too. Want to look for that in case you’re sensitive to certain metals.”

I nodded, feeling them dangling against my neck. Never had fake eyelashes before today and now pierced earrings, something I had always wanted but never had gotten the courage to do. I avoided clip-ons in the past because they hurt and only tried the magnetic earrings until I lost one that had become snagged in my hair.

“Ready for the finishing touch?”

I was more than ready and nodded.

She retrieved my hairpiece and wiggled the wig down into position, taking her pick comb and adjusting it here and there until she was satisfied and stepped back to examine her work. Kate was smiling, obviously pleased.

“Am I done?” I asked anxiously?

“And it’s only 3:15 p.m. Right on schedule.”

Taking a deep breath I stood up and walked to the mirror, watching Kate, not wanting to see my appearance until I was ready. She had her arms in front of her chest an anxious look on her face as she locked eyes with me. I closed my own eyes and stepped in front of the mirror taking a deep breath for the millionth time this week and paused, savoring the moment. 

When I finally opened my eyes, the transformation was incredible. I knew it was Stacy but I actually looked feminine, Kate’s artistic talents having done wonders. My hair teased out had changed the shape of my head and face, looking decidedly different even an hour before. I couldn’t help but stare at my reflection, my confidence rising to new heights. It was the first time I could honestly say that I stood a chance of pulling it off this evening.

“You are truly an artist Kate. I’m am so impressed that you were able to this.” I said waving at the mirror. “With literally the same cosmetics and combs I have.”

“Don’t despair. It just comes with practice and it is easier to apply makeup to other people.”

She stepped up next to me and we stared at our reflections.

“If I didn’t know better.” I said. “I’d swear we were sisters! I’d be the older sister of course but with taller heels we’d even be the same height.”

“Twins even!” she added, giggling. “Logical enough. I pretty much did your hair like I do my own and I did the makeup on both of us. I use the same technique too. Why not go with what works, right?”

I nodded affirmatively.

“I can’t thank you enough.” 

I offered her a hand and we shook having completed our appointment.

“Good luck tonight.” She said, packing up her case and lifting it from the bed as I showed her to the front door.

“Oh my gosh. I haven’t paid you yet!” I realized.

“Not to worry. Christa has taken care of everything.” She assured me.

“You’re sure? What about a tip? I can write you a check.”

She was looking a little sheepishly, her smile fading a touch.

“That’s not necessary ma’am. I can assure you that your wife has already paid me and has helped me line up more work.”

“That’s great!” I said. “Maybe you can come back again.”

“That sounds like a plan.” She checked her watch again. “3:30 p.m. You better get ready in case your ride is early.”

“I can’t thank you enough Kate. Thank you so much.”

“Here are the items I used today should you need a touch up tonight. All part of the package your wife purchased." 

“Thanks again.” I said, taking the cosmetics from her.

She nodded and smiled as she picked up her case and left.

I hurried back to my room and threw off the robe, fumbling with the front zipper of the corset. My hands were shaking with excitement as I wrapped it around body and zipped it back into place. I wasn’t particularly heavy set but the gentle squeezing was an erotic rush. With it in place, I slipped into the panties and sat down on the bed, wishing I had started with my pantyhose first but managing nonetheless. After my nails awkwardly succeeded in getting the clasps in place I stood up and looked in the mirror, a familiar part of my body springing instantly to life. Unfortunately, I would have to pad out my groin in case the uniform I was given was a little tight.

It was quarter to four and I couldn’t stand around to admire the view. If someone wasn’t coming for me I might have stood there for hours looking at my reflection. I stepped up to my closet and pulled out a loose, light weight summer dress and climbed inside it, working the buttons up the front; my hands beginning to shake with anticipation. I dropped the only pair of shoes that I found comfortable on carpeted floor and slipped my feet inside the black flats. I put on a few pieces of jewelry and took one final look in the mirror. My appearance wasn’t going to get any better than this and I knew I couldn’t make myself look this good. The bar was set high now but I was excited to know that I could look this good. We would definitely have to call Kate back in for special occasions. 

I finished up by taking out the white tank top she suggested and folded it into my purse, removing the cosmetics that normally resided there. In its place I set the powder, lipstick and eye shadow that she had given me in case I needed a touch up during the evening. I slung the purse over my shoulder and stood there, taking as much time as was available to savor my reflection. I could think of nothing else that I would rather do for the final minutes before my ride pulled into the driveway to whisk me away to the party where I would dote on the Hennesey’s guests during the evening’s events.

It was kind of cute whiling away the minutes standing in front of the full-length mirror in every pose imaginable.

“Would you like another high-ball Senator Cunningham? Can I clear that plate for you Mrs. Clinton? I’m sure I can find some canned yak Mr. Ambassador. I’m so glad you find me attractive but my spouse may not like me to leave with you Governor.”

I was laughing out loud when I heard the knocking on the door. 

I froze, breathing labored. That tight band that magically appears around my chest suddenly reappeared again.

Well here goes nothing. Snatching up my purse I walked to the front door and opened it, a man standing there in a great fitting, charcoal gray, double-breasted suit. Now that was a look I could never pull off, chuckling inside while I stood there in a summer dress and slip-on flats. You needed a thin frame and shoulders to wear something like that or you looked really tacky. He had a clean-shaven face and orderly mop of think blond hair.

“Ms. Johnson?” he asked.

I was ready this time for that inquiry and nodded. Locking the door, I stepped through the screen he was holding open for me and stepped down to the driveway and walked to the Buick that was waiting. Chivalry only went so far with the hired help and I let myself in, pulling on the seatbelt and tried to exhale without causing a scene.

“Please call me Stacy.” I said, feeling more confident.

“Tim.”

That was it as he pulled onto the boulevard and headed for his destination a few miles away. I held my purse in my lap, trying to press it against the butterflies coming to life inside my guts. This was going to be interesting I thought to myself as we were catching every light and making far better time than I had anticipated. We would be there in moments and I would arrive before I felt ready. It was just as well as I suspected I would never be ready and to calm down I would just need to get inside and start doing something.

We pulled into the circle drive where a few other cars were parked and got out. A catering van was backed up to the garage but all activity seemed to have already moved inside.

“This way.”

I followed him through the front door and into the house. Christa and I had been over several times and I was familiar with the general layout. Debbie was going through the house making sure everything was in order when she spotted us walking into the room.

“Hello Stacy! Thank you Tim.”

He nodded with a slight bow and left the room, other duties waiting for him.

“Hello ma’am.” 

“Thank you so much again for helping out. We are shorthanded as we thought we would be and really appreciate you coming over on short notice.”

“My pleasure.”

“Mr. Jenkins.” She called out, waving to a man standing in the kitchen. Debbie started walking his way so I followed until we came together.

“Jerry. This is Stacy. Stacy. This is Mr. Jenkins, in charge of the catering and service for tonight. You’ll be working with his employees.”

“It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“You too young lady. Thank you for helping us out. I’m horribly embarrassed that we had to recruit you for tonight.” 

It was clear that the tuxedo-clad old man was uncomfortable with being out of control and relieved now that he thought there were enough people to handle the expected guests.

“Stacy will do just fine. She handled a dinner party yesterday by herself and did the cooking. She’ll work well with your staff Jerry.”

“Excellent. As requested, I’ve brought a few extra uniforms and have them for you to try on.”

He looked around and called out to a young woman loading a tray in the kitchen with vegetables.

“Tina. Could you come here for a moment.”

The woman put down the knife she was wielding and came over, standing in front of us with hands clasped in front of her.

“Yes sir?”

“This is Stacy. She’ll be taking Audrey’s place tonight in the rotation. Can you get show her where we have the uniforms and bring her up to speed? We’re going to huddle in the kitchen in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes sir. Come with me and I’ll show you where we’re staging this evening.”

“Thank you Mr. Jenkins. Mrs. Hennesey.” I said, nodding and turned to follow Tina upstairs.

We climbed the carpeted stairs and walked through the hallway before turning into an unused bedroom near the end of the hall. On a twin bed, were stacked several uniforms, which she handed me.

“I’ll take that.” She said, motioning for my purse. “We’re stashing them in the closet this evening.”

I turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door and began fumbling with the buttons down the front of my dress with trembling fingers. Once out of the thin dress I set it aside and took a closer look at the sizes, finding a 14 and unfolded it, noting that it was a match for the cute outfit that Tina was wearing. The short sleeves were basic black as was the short skort, it’s hem hanging a foot above my knees. The back of the torso was a matching black, but up the front and across my rounded chest was white ruffles hiding the string of button that closed it up around me. I stepped into it and my legs reappeared through the skirt as I slipped each arm into the sleeves and pulled it over my shoulders. The uniform was sturdy but lightweight, having a lot of elastic to mold it to my frame. It was a great fit and after examining my reflection in the mirror I determined that the ruffles hid the entire black corset I had on underneath. The uniform’s elastic drew in the material but not so tight that the undergarment showed underneath. I pulled down the hem as far as it would go and determined I was ready. I took my dress in hand and stepped out into the bedroom where Tina was sitting. She handed me a hanger and I placed it in the closet and shut the door.

We walked back downstairs and into the kitchen where the rest of the crew had congregated as ordered. Mr. Jenkins was off to one side with clipboard in hand while the kitchen crew in the house continued to work around the stoves and ovens.

“OK everyone. Huddle up for a minute.”

The kitchen crew paused and turned while those of us in uniforms stepped up.

“We have the usual set up tonight. Ben’s leading the cooking crew in here with Scott 1 and 2, Larry and Carl assisting. We’ve got Jim supervising the BBQ out back with Roger, John and Ken assisting him. The party has it’s own staff behind the bar so we’re defer to them. Please be courteous if they get backed up. We’ll have a champagne toast tonight after dinner but I’ll let you know when it’s coming. Anthony will be assisting me tonight to coordinate the entire staff.

“Melanie, Nancy, Alice, Mark and Jeremy will be working the party itself. This is Stacy.” He said, nodding in my direction and I felt a slight panic hit. Fortunately he continued on. “She’s taking Audrey’s place tonight in the schedule.”

“Tina. I’m pairing up Stacy with you tonight so keep any eye out. Stacy? Tina will make sure you’re in the right area and doing the right things. Just watch her and go with the flow.”

He consulted his watch and returned to his clipboard.

“Guests begin arriving in twenty minutes. Appetizers are already out on the table. Begin taking drink orders if you see someone without a drink and continue doing that and clearing and dirty, appetizer plates until dinner begins. It’s a buffet tonight so we won’t have to serve the meal but it will hit quick so be ready to clear plates. We’ll be storing all of the hardware and china in our bin outside behind the bar. If you have any questions step up and ask.” He said, waiting. “If we don’t have any questions the kitchen crew can get back to their duties. Serving and cleanup crew will proceed out back and check on the tables. Make sure that the tablecloths are still in place, silverware is set and candles lit at the tables. Questions?”




Quiet Servitude Pt. 04



Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 



With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

Chapter 8 – Tuesday, June 10th

“It couldn’t possibly be morning already?” I moaned into an empty bedroom.

It was still dark in the room, no sunlight pouring in, but the clock glowed 10:38 a.m. and I knew the night was over. I could hear rain hitting the window and the wind blowing, which explained the lack of sunlight. My mind poured over the events of yesterday as I examined it in detail and found that my own feelings regarding how it went were more positive than expected. Still felt somewhat guilty about what had transpired with Julie but after stumbling across Christa and Terry’s public performance it was something I felt I could live with. I only hoped Julie hadn’t been yanking my chain about having Christa’s blessing.

My thoughts had moved from my above par performance yesterday to those of today, not knowing what the agenda held in store for any of us. I was trying to find the strength to get out of bed and get ready, again pondering how women did this every day of the lives, when I heard the shower kick on next door in Julie’s bathroom. We were blessed with plenty of hot water and water pressure in the house and I found myself climbing into my own shower, not able to concentrate on much other than knowing that less than three feet away Julie was soaping down in a hot shower of her own.

I handled the early morning erection as I always did when I was alone. A handful of body wash and two minutes of thinking about one person or another in here with me and the evidence was flowing down the drain, the stiffening muscle going lax once again.

It seemed that the events of yesterday had caused me to have to tap into my energy allocation for today and I was having problems getting properly motivated to face the day.

I buried my head under the water and let a wide yawn roll out.

If there was one thing a shower was good for beside cleanliness it gave a person ample time to reflect about their life and the smaller events that made the whole. It was in the shower in fact that I had often pondered my transgendered lifestyle and over the years had come to the conclusion that I turned out all right despite all the mumbo jumbo that the intolerant people of the world spit out about how we would all end up burning in hell for what they saw as an immoral way of life. 

I wasn’t planning on making any permanent lifestyle changes so there was no real reason to come out to the world and face the ridicule out there waiting for people like me but knew that most of my friends would understand and support me if I did. It was all the wackos out there that had me freaked out and scared to feel free to let Stacy really explore. It was also in the shower where I discovered the real thing, which allowed me to enjoy being Stacy. I had a supportive wife that was the ultimate blessing but I also knew that by her suggesting this week to let Stacy’s hair down, I would enjoy it without the usual pangs of guilt I felt whenever I slipped into the feminine trappings. 

I had been living with this for decades now and was just beginning to overcome the stigma tossed on me by an intolerant culture that declared itself to be ‘free’. Free, that is, as long as you fit neatly into a category most people were comfortable being around. I discovered that I should care less what most people thought and concentrated more on what pleased me. If dressing up as Stacy was fun then I should do it as long as it didn’t freak people out. I tended to shy away from civilization as much as possible, except for this week, and took as much pride in my appearance trying to blend in. There wasn’t much I could do except to keep improving my ability to appear woman-like.

There were also the detractors who accused us of mocking women. That came mostly from the fact that we couldn’t pass for real women though and not from a lack of effort. We often joked in our support groups that some of the ugliest men in the world were transgendered and made some of the homeliest women! If we couldn’t laugh at ourselves, it wouldn’t be as much fun. In truth, we often felt that the women of the world, who were often introduced as our better halves, possessed the things in life that we should be proud of. It wasn’t that we were mocking women when dressing up like them but rather idolizing the things they embodied. We wanted to shed our testosterone filled bodies and take up the curvy, estrogen shaped ones that represented the best humanity had to offer. 

I’m sure the world would have a lot more people changing from men to women if it was as easy as snapping their fingers, but it isn’t. Surgery, hormones, families, changing jobs and messing up some friendships while building others took an emotional toll on people. You had to admire those that actually went through the expensive process to make their bodies fit with what they felt inside. I had to admire their tenacity. Unfortunately, the finished product often failed to meet high expectations and they looked no more feminine than they did before surgery. In those cases though they had no choice but to face the uncomfortable stares and glares of the critical and often intolerant public. They couldn’t simply strip out of the clothes, wig and makeup and go back out into civilization, people not being the wiser of our secret desires. It was an unsatisfying was to live if you didn’t permanently transition to what you felt you needed but an even tougher row to hoe if you did start down that road towards permanent femininity and were unsuccessful. I admired those who made it and were happy while I feared for the safety of those that revealed themselves and came up against an intolerant wave of humanity that was never going to cut them some slack.

It sucked being transgendered sometimes but it had it’s advantages too. There were a few success stories out there but most were in Europe, South American and Asia where cultures were more tolerant if not more accepting of the lifestyle. People seemed less hung up on it at least.

Here in North America, however, it seems that the gay and lesbian lifestyles had almost become mainstream now. It was once taboo to even speak the subject but now there are television shows on during primetime that dealt with the issues even if they were in a comedic format. People could at least deal with it, it seems. Maybe transgendered lifestyles would eventually reach a certain level of tolerance. The only transgendered people caught on television now seemed to have different issues and weren’t necessarily the best role models for our little community.

I was often chastised for using the word tolerance to explain what I wanted to see happen to our culture as it relates to our lifestyle. For most, acceptance was the goal. Being a person who has studied society in detail, I knew that outright acceptance was not going to happen. Even with a growing tide of support among mainstream Americans I know that there were an equal number out there who would do just the opposite, raising their children to be intolerant of those who would live an alternate lifestyle, be it a different color or make a different amount of money. 

It all came down to respect. If we could just find a little energy to respect one another and our beliefs the world would be a better place and Stacy might find the courage to roam a little further outside her comfort zone and take on a life of her own instead of being held back and kept in the closet like so many others.

I don’t know if I had any more energy than when I climbed in but I was wide-awake now from all the mental gymnastics. My hand had wrapped itself around the shower knob ready to turn it off when I heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“Come in.” I said, already beginning to feel the last of the hot water shooting out of the showerhead.

“Good morning Stacy.” Christa said, “I just talked to Debbie and she said you were wonderful last night and wanted me to thank you again.”

“That’s great. I’m glad I could help out.” I replied, reaching for the curtain when another voice stepped up.

“She did a great job.” Julie said. “Would it be alright if I borrowed some of your moisturizer?” she asked.

Christa knew that Julie knew that I wasn’t really Stacy but standing there in the shower I felt particularly naked and didn’t take a peek from around the curtain. For all I knew Terry was standing there and since he presumably was still clueless to my true identify I didn’t want to take any chances. The façade I wanted to present was the only thing really keeping me going.

“Certainly.”

“Thanks!” she said. I could hear the cap snap open and then closed.

“She you later Stacy.” I heard her say as she stepped out of the bathroom. In the dim light I could see Christa approach through the shower curtain and sit down on the closed toilet seat.

“How are you holding up Stacy?” she finally asked from the other side of the curtain. It was one of the few times she let the employer/employee role slip but I wasn’t sure if she had dropped it completely.

“A little tired today.” I said truthfully. “But being able to help out Mr. and Mrs. Hennesey out was worth it.” I replied with pride.

“It was nice of you and she definitely appreciated it. Looked like they would have really been stuck without you and because of the late night I think you should take the day off.” She said. I couldn’t tell from her voice if she was referring to my late night’s activities with Julie or not but assumed I’d be mopping floors on my hands and knees if she had been pissed.

“Really ma’am?”

I could see her rise on the other side of the curtain, getting ready to leave.

“Absolutely. In fact, Julie and I will be going out today to do some shopping and I’d like you to come along.” 

I paused, elated by the offer.

“That sounds great ma’am. I would love to. I should stop at the bank first though and deposit my check from Mrs. Hennesey. I hope that won’t be an inconvenience.”

“Not at all. Julie and I have an errand to run. Terry wants to hang around here today so get ready and take the Cavalier.” She said, retreating. “After you go to the bank, meet us at The Grille right at noon. We should be there and already have a table.”

Before I could hesitate or protest she had closed the door behind her. I shut off the water and reached for a towel but before I could reach her she had already left the bedroom and closed that door as well.

The mall. I’m going into the mall alone! And The Grille was a restaurant right off the center court. At least it was a workday for most, but the ugly weather outside was sure to drive most people inside. If there was one place they would congregate it was the mall. After last night I was sure I could pull this off but it would be using my own skills and not Kate’s. With Terry around I couldn’t exactly run out looking like I did and doing so was fruitless when I heard the garage door open and could see the Cadillac retreat with it’s two female occupants nestled. 

It was quarter after eleven and if I wanted to make it there by noon I’d have to get cracking. As I applied my makeup and did what I could do to perfect the look I decided I would dare to be a few minutes late in hopes they would already be seated and I could just slide in unnoticed. As it was, I finished up a few minutes early and slipped into a loose fitting, long, black skirt and low heels with a gray cardigan. After yesterdays makeover I wasn’t overly impressed with my appearance, wondering again how Kate had managed the transformation.

I finally gave up knowing it was pretty much all in my head and decided I looked good enough. As good as it would get anyway. I slipped into a light jacket and grabbed my purse, stepping out of my room.

“Good morning Mr. Williams.” I said, stepping from the hallway into the livingroom.

“Morning Stacy.” He replied. Terry seemed enthralled by the TV show he was watching so I didn’t bother trying to converse. I crossed his view and into the kitchen, taking the Cavalier keys from the hook and stepped out into the kitchen, pressing the switch. The door went up and I stepped out to my car, amazed that I hadn’t looked out first. It was becoming second nature and I didn’t care if someone drove past as I popped into view. 

I climbed in and got comfortable, snapping the seatbelt in place. The digital display on the dash read 11:45 a.m. and I faced a ten minute drive to the mall in lunchtime traffic. Relieved that it was time to go and I couldn’t drag my feet I finally drove off and before I knew it I was circling the mall and swinging into the drive through ATM. Even the mundane task of banking was taking on a new delight while I pressed my way through the menus, my long nails striking the various keys. Within seconds the check was deposited and I had two hundred bucks in my wallet. I pulled forward and parked near the mall’s main entrance. Fearing I might change my mind at any moment I was out of the car, putting my keys in my purse and heading down the aisle, quickly approaching the entrance swarming with people. It was all about confidence I knew so I stuck my chin out and kept going.

That was the other thing that drew people’s stares. If you froze or hesitated in any way you were toast. It was a sure-fire way of drawing attention if you milled about unsure where you wanted to go. 

To counter this while I stepped across the main roadway and onto the sidewalk in front of the doors was to open my purse and pretend to look for something. It was a way to keep my eyes off the throngs of people around me while I moved in amongst their ranks. Another way of easing the tension would to be wear sunglasses so you could look around and scope things out without looking suspicious, but with the overcast skies it would have drawn more stares that avoided them.

In seconds I had moved through the double doors and was somewhat surprised to find that the mass of people actually made it easier to move about unnoticed. They blocked the views of most people coming towards me and those in front had their backs to me as we walked up the walkway flanked by storefronts. I had been in this mall hundreds of times but it was profoundly different looking down at my swishing skirt and bulging breasts, manicured hands swinging at the end of arms. It was something I had always wanted to do but to see it actually happening was unreal, yet another first this week for Stacy.

It was noon and I had a feeling we would be doing some shopping after lunch so I skipped the stores and made directly for the restaurant. The butterflies were beginning to flock again as I rounded the bend and spotted The Grille directly in my sights. There was the typical, short line outside the only entrance, but I strolled past it and went inside looking around for Christa or Julie. I made a quick circuit drawing several stares but none that seemed to indicate that I had been ‘read’, the term we use when it’s apparent someone has recognized me for what we really are.

“They’re not here.”

I stepped back out, the first people in line looking relieved that I hadn’t gone in and just sat down while they waited patiently. I took my dutiful place in line and consulted my watch. Ten after twelve. I took a quick look around but knew it was next to useless in the burgeoning crowd.

The line inched forward until I was next in line. My wife and her friend still hadn’t arrived.

“Just one today?” the hostess asked, flanked by two other teenager girls, each trying to keep from laughing by consulting the seating chart. Even the one that asked me was wearing a smirk. It was clear they had easily seen through my disguise but were unable to mask the discovery.

“Three actually. Non-smoking.”

She nodded and gathered up the necessary menus before turning.

“Right this way please.”

The young girl was cordial when she led me back to our booth and set down the menus as I took my seat, the side facing the back of the restaurant only ten feet away. She explained the specials of the day and retreated, both of us relieved I think. 

The waitress, a few years older than the hostesses, took my appearance in stride even though the hostess wouldn’t have had time to alert her. Fortunately, the place was hopping with lunchtime traffic and they quickly lost interest.

“Here you go ma’am.” She said, setting down my iced tea. “Would you like to order an appetizer?”

“No thanks.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for your other guests.” She said, smiling and stepping away from table.

I’m in and seated. Waitress has been to the table and is gone. I was feeling a little more comfortable now as I casually scanned the menu. I really didn’t need to since it would either be their famous Philly cheesesteak sandwich, not a real ladylike meal, or the Caesar salad. It would be the salad I knew before walking in, but continued to scan the menu having nothing else to do since one of the two televisions in the place was on the other side of the restaurant and the second was directly above the booth behind me. I continued to watch the entrance in the reflection of the picture in front of me but still didn’t see Christa or Julie. Since it was after noon I figured they would come in looking for me but I kept an eye out in case they were waiting in line for a table. I could see partially through the restaurant’s faceted glass windows but I didn’t recognize anyone in line.

After reading the menu for the third time and starting on my second glass of iced tea I noticed that the lunch line was gone. Guests were returning to work faster than they were coming in and after twenty minutes, Christa and Julie appeared at my shoulder, bags in hand. They were smiling widely, greeting me like an old friend.

“Can you keep these on your side?” Christa asked, passing them over.

“Of course ma’am.” I said, cringing at the formality. She noticed my reaction as well.

The duo took a seat on the opposite side of the booth.

“Today, it’s Christa and Julie.” She responded seeing my relief at the surrounding booths being unoccupied.

“Yes ma’ . . .. Thank you . . . Christa.”

After nearly a week, calling her out loud by her name sounded weird, no matter how I was dressed.

“Sorry we were late. Any problems getting a table?” Christa asked.

“A few minutes wait but no big deal.”

The waitress, relieved from the lunchtime crowd, noticed we were a party finally and stepped up to the booth.

“Hello ladies. My name is Claire and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you both out with something to drink?”

“Strawberry margarita please.” Julie ordered.

“Make that two.”

The waitress turned from the table and both of my other dining companions continued to examine their menus. I was watching the both of them as they casually read through the items. A moment later, Christa shot me a look, a smirk on her lips.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 04



“What do you think of margaritas Stacy?” she asked a moment later.

They both set their menus down and looked up at me as though they were hanging on my anticipated answer.

“Just not the same without chips and salsa.” I replied.

They seemed to have enjoyed the comment when the waitress reappeared, delivered the drinks and took our orders.

Idle chitchat of their early shopping adventures and the party the night before filled the minutes before our food arrived, the kitchen back on top following the lunch rush. I nibbled at the romaine lettuce and croutons while Christa chowed down on the Philly cheesesteak I really wanted while Julie savored her wet burrito, her taste for Mexican food apparently unquenched from the night before.

I continued to nibble at my salad for fear of eating too much and having to use the ladies room for the second time in two days. It was on the other side of the restaurant and it was still too crowded in here to even think about having to go. I felt full at least and the butterflies had found temporary shelter elsewhere.

Christa and Julie did most of the talking as we continued to eat. I wasn’t feeling particular shy but they had enough to chat about for the three of us. The waitress had made her required visits and never let on that she knew anything was different at our table today. They had worked over their plates and polished off lunch while I had half a salad remaining. Left over Caesar was not one of my favorites so I passed on a doggie bag when it was offered and we were presented with the tab.

“I’ve got it girls.” Julie offered, quickly pulling out her wallet. We did the usual protesting but it really was a half-hearted effort and we thanked her for lunch.

Time was up. I had grown comfortable in the snug booth with my back to the majority of the other patrons but we were done and it was time to go. A few butterflies crept in and began nibbling at my meager lunch as we scooted out and stood up. I felt naked and exposed for the first time in 45 minutes but also felt the rush of adrenaline facing the prospect of making our way back out into the mall.

“May I?” I asked, offering to carry one of the larger bags.

“Thank you Stacy.” Christa said selecting the largest.

It was a gracious move on my part but not without ulterior motives. Holding my purse strap with one hand, I could carry the handle of the bag with my free, right hand. It gave both hands something to do as we stepped out into the exposed air of the building and kept my manly arms from swinging out away from my body.

“Have a good afternoon ladies.” The teenage hostess said as we passed, her companions elsewhere in the restaurant. 

Apparently Christa and Julie had an idea of where we were going next because they both were a step ahead of me when we reentered the mall and made a choreographed turn to the left. As we reached the first few stores they slowed down and I managed to move up beside them as they scanned through the windows looking for something else to spend our money on.

I was feeling fairly exposed now as a constant stream of people worked past us but if you’re shopping it actually involves going into stores and we were a scant hundred feet from lunch when the pair cut through an opening in the string of pedestrians and darted through the open portal. It was an upscale clothing store specializing in wrinkled looking cache and flannel dress-down apparel. I didn’t frequent this store but thought that paying twice the price as similar stores to buy clothes that made you look like you slept in them was as humorous as the clientele who shopped here religiously. At least they had really, really cool hardwood laminated floors that clicked under my heels sending a gentle shiver through me.

A tall, good-looking lad stepped up to offer us assistance, but I could tell he was taken with my companions. It was a mixed blessing really as he conversed with the ladies and all but ignored me as I stepped around the racks looking through the various garments. They were listening intently to his sales pitch and following him around as he pointed out the various sales while I continued deeper into the store, unconsciously moving towards the safety of a relatively unoccupied department.

“Can I help you find anything?” a voice asked from a nearby table.

I reacted on instinct and looked up meeting her friendly smile.

“Ah. No. Thank you. Just looking.” I said, trying to smile but it felt forced as my eyes tried to get away from hers.

“If you do need any help, please let me know. I’m Stacy.”

Stacy. Her name was Stacy. She had been born a woman and was on the short side but had a great figure, beautiful hair and skin and was undoubtedly popular wherever she went. Here I was, a man trying to be a woman, and in front of me another Stacy went about her chores not having the least idea how lucky I thought she was. Life for her probably wasn’t all a bed of roses as the expression went but all I could picture were the positives. As I stood there watching her work I could feel were the lustful pangs of envy at having almost everything I ever wanted, being the person I had always wished I could be. Here I was standing in the store a fraud, wanting to be something so bad and knowing that it was never going to be. Such was the life I led every day, the hardships of being transgendered. In a way I thought it was no different than being an alcoholic or a drug user, the constant pangs hammering your brain for a fix. That was the term I used for my crossdressing habit in fact. In a way, after dressing up as Stacy, I often had a weeks reprieve or more from the overwhelming desire to do it again. After this week, I might be able to go a month or more before slipping back into my feminine self.

She turned back to refolding some sweaters on the table while I went back to my casual perusing. The salesman was done with his spiel but continued to prance behind the pair pointing out all the reasons to buy the various items they took an interest in. He was looking particular rattled, I noticed with glee, when the girls split slowly apart, moving towards different racks, the young man not knowing who to follow. He eventually took up a spot between them, dashing back and forth when he saw the need arise.

“Ready?” Christa asked, floating over to me.

“Yup.”

Stacy looked up and caught some unseen clue from Christa and we slowly walked out, continuing to keep the shops on our left as we moved along the storefronts. Traffic had picked up in the afternoon as people moved about on both levels, most were killing time, getting some exercise or just loitering with friends. Normally I would just stroll myself, but we were shopping and the constant darting in and out of stores gave me a few minutes to catch my breath from the crowds. 

After visiting a few stores we came upon the most glorious of sights. I paused, stunned by the absolute vision that floated in front of me bathed in brilliant, white light. My two companions had made it a few steps ahead before noticing my departure. They stopped and looked back at me before turning in the same direction as I. They couldn’t see what had me so enthralled but after looking up, Christa finally understood and tried to explain it to Julie.

“Stacy has a major shoe fetish.” She explained, pointing up to the sign. Julie had a giggling fit, admitting her own inability to pass by without at least browsing so we went in and had a look around. I felt a little manly in the store. The few shoe stores I had been in before had every model out with each shoe size represented. Here, the different sizes were grouped together and I found myself in the back of aisle in the big girl’s shoes, size 11’s that were woefully under represented in the cool styles. My feet were wide too which didn’t help the fit. Meanwhile, one aisle over, Christa was sitting down watching as Julie tried on several pairs, her beautifully narrow size sevens had the pickings of the best in shoe styles. Even though my choices were limited I was able to find a cool set of platforms that were terribly impractical but were absolutely irresistible! I also found a trampy pair of heels with clear sandal tops. Not something I would wear outside the house but I found them in my hands boxed up and was ready to head for the cash register when I saw the salesperson finally alone. 

“Hello.” She said, staring a little too long.

“Hi.”

“Is this it for today?” she asked. I nodded.

“Will this be cash or charge?”

“Cash please.” I said, fumbling through my purse.

She rang it up, boxed them up and bagged them as she took my money and rang up the sale. I was aware of several people behind me in line but knew it wasn’t Christa and Julie, their voices still echoing from the back of the store.

“Eight dollars and eleven cents is your change.” She said, handing me the money. “Thanks for shopping with us today.”

I smiled, stepping aside to file the change as she immediately went to work on the next sale. I managed to bundle up my purse and packages and stepped back into the store to see how my companions were faring.

As expected, Julie had found a cute pair of low, sensible heels and a flirty, sleek pair of sandals that were barely there. Damn those petite feet I thought to myself, green with envy. I smiled back when they looked up and noticed my presence, another bag in hand.

“Ready?” Christa asked. 

“I am. No hurry though.”

“I’m ready too.” Julie replied, taking her choices up front to pay as we followed at a leisurely pace. By the time we reached the front of the store, Julie had a matching bag in hand and we continued on journey.

I was straightening out my purse when I heard the girls gasp out loud. I’m not sure why I didn’t pick up on it having seen the store a hundred times and wishing every time I did that I could simply stroll in and shop for me instead of having to do it on the web. I thought they might have been kidding when they shot inside the lingerie store.

“I can do this.” I said to myself.

There was a single clerk behind the counter but he could smell the money and quickly offered his assistance to them. I was blissfully left to my own once again and it gave me a chance to roam around the tiny store, running my eyes and hands all over the beautiful garments. Shiny, lace, small, revealing, colorful. They were gorgeous.

“Stacy. Come here.” Julie said, waving me over excitedly.

I put the lingerie I was holding back on the rack and stepped over. The salesman noted we were together and seemed to take more of an interest in me. Julie and I worked through one of the racks while Brad continued to offer suggestions to my wife, clearly going beyond the normal, complimentary sales pitch into down right flirtation.

“This particular model supports the breasts and cradles them while gently easing them together.” He was holding out the bra for Christa to feel, moving his eyes from her chest, undoubtedly picturing her stunning breasts wearing it, to her eyes. She was nodding as he pointed out the garments features, smiling as he continued to pile on the compliments.

“Of course everyone could use a little help here and there but I think for you this bra would be more of an accent to your wardrobe.”

She was watching him through twinkling eyes, her breath drawing in and out of her slightly opened mouth that formed a seductive smile.

“Thank you.” She said. “I’ll take it.”

It was his turn to smile.

“Would you like to try it on?” he asked, motioning towards the changing area, undoubtedly hoping she would want to model it for her friends.

“Why not.” She said, taking a more accurate size from the rack and stepping off to the changing area.

Brad stepped away to answer the phone, clearly pissed off at the interruption, but kept his eye on the swinging doors of the stall into which Christa had disappeared only seconds before. He was poised, ready to hang-up on a moment’s notice.

“What do you think Stacy?” Julie asked, holding out several bustiers in various colors and materials. I had been trying to keep one eye out for Christa and one on Brad but pulled my attention away from each, trying to concentrate on Julie.

They were all nice I told her but I caught my breath when she held one out in front of her. It was brocade material in black with fire engine red stitched through it.

“Wow.”

Julie couldn’t help but smile, as I looked the item over more closely.

“This one caught me eye too but wanted to know what you thought about it.” She said coyly. The others went quickly back to the rack as she stepped to the display looking for nylons and matching panty that would compliment the outfit.

I was looking at a few items myself picturing what it would be like to have a body like Christa or Julie and to be cinched up tight in a particular corset or to have heaving breasts pushed up by one bra or having them pushing through and open bra with the nipple areas cut away. To be able to wear flimsy, semi-transparent panties over a smooth rounded groin was enough to bring on old feelings that were all to frequent this week. Unfortunately it took more than a few pieces of lace or satin to make my groin area look even slightly feminine.

Although extremely aroused it was tainted by the depressing thoughts of not being feminine enough to wear these clothes. Fortunately my painful reverie was short as my attention was drawn back to a commotion nearby.

Christa had poked her head out and finding the store still clear of other shoppers had stepped out into the light and was examining the reflection in the mirror nearby. Brad had been nice enough to position himself between the mall entrance and my stunning wife. Julie hovered nearby, having nothing but accolades for the fit and appearance. The salesman was strangely silent, his back to me but I could see why. The bra had done as advertised although she really didn’t needed it, her breasts lifted slightly in the demi-bra that provided just enough support to keep her glorious mounds from swinging wildly as she took a few steps. As it were, they moved just right in my humble opinion, swaying gently to and fro.

“Fits perfectly. Don’t you think?” she asked Brad, eyeing him in the mirror. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from his chest and was speechless for the first time since we walked in. “I’ll definitely take it.” 

It was a done deal before she tried it on but she was expressing an exhibitionist streak that I didn’t know she had and doubted she was aware of before now. She stepped back into the changing room much to our disappointment and emerged a second later wearing her blouse again over her new purchase. The sway in her step was perfectly mimicked by the now noticeable sway in her fantastic chest under the thin material.

She continued to browse the store looking for other items while Brad’s attention moved on now, trying to convince Julie to try on her selection. Julie finally gave in and disappeared into the changing stall his eyes following her as she left. He must have felt my stare on him because he looked over and for the first seemed to really notice me. I knew what he was thinking but I could tell by the look on his face that he couldn’t figure me out or what my connection was with Christa and Julie. He smiled awkwardly and went back to helping Christa while keeping an eye out for Julie not wanting to miss her emergence. I suspect that he was going through an emergence of his own.

Brad and I both turned when we heard the swinging door of the dressing stall and were both disappointed when we she came out appearing as she did when she had gone in. She tossed me the thumbs up and I smiled, knowing that she was going to buy it and that Brad wasn’t going to get a free show. I would have done anything to see her in it but seeing the disappointment in the slimy salesman’s expression was worth it I guess.

“Are you getting anything Stacy?” Christa asked, moving over near me as she continued to scan the displays.

I didn’t respond but merely shrugged, knowing that despite the great feeling the lingerie would provide, it would fail miserably in making me any more feminine that I already appeared. There were a few items I was interested in but hadn’t really decided.

“What about these?” she offered, holding up several combinations of lingerie. They were all thin and flimsy, transparent materials in bright colors.

I looked at each but shook my head, not really seeing anything that jumped out at me. But having moved the items from the rack revealed one that did catch my eye and Christa caught the look. She set the others back on a hook, picked up the item that I was drawn to and looked it over, her hands moving across the material.

“Find something else?” Brad said, stepping up.

“What do you think Stacy?” she asked, nodding at me expectantly.

“One of our most popular items.” He said, taking the hanger from her. I stepped forward and took it from him quickly, not wanting his paws on it. It was absolutely gorgeous. Unlike Julie’s outfit, this was a crushed velvet bodice in black with tapestry panels in the front. It had the smallest of shelf bra’s to lift up the breasts and hold them out for a loving embrace or a lover’s tongue to tease. The corset didn’t have garters so I was looking around for panties and nylons that would work.

“Your boyfriend will go absolutely nuts. We’ve had nothing but rave reviews.” He said with pride, trying to close a deal that was already done. I suspect that he wasn’t nearly as excited about seeing me prancing about his store in this particular get up.

“Yeah Stacy. He’ll love it!” she said, winking. She was just having fun with me I could tell but he had no idea and continued to extol the virtues that a boyfriend would find wonderful about it’s features.

Julie stepped up and played along, holding out stay-up nylons against the corset and comparing the colors. The hosiery was your basic black that looked great against bare legs but the tops were ringed in various colors. Finding a good match she handed them to me and returned the rest to the display.

“I can almost picture him wagging his tongue when he sees you in this.” Julie remarked stepping away as Christa moved forward and held up several different pairs of black panties, some in lace, some in satin. I looked them over picked a pair she was holding out, the silk feeling extraordinary against my skin. When I took them from her she returned the rest to their place and my decision was all but made.

“Shoes next!” Christa replied, having as much fun as Julie did in dressing me. Julie and my wife might have given Brad a stiff erection but he was still working on commission and my tab was adding up, much to his delight. The shoe selection was small but they had some of the coolest selections I had every faced and with my shoe fetish, as Christa had pointed out earlier, it wasn’t hard to find several styles I was interested in buying. I already had several, having visited their website with frequency, but a few new ones were present on the shelves I hadn’t seen before.

All three of us stepped up and began to look them over. Unlike my two companions, however, my eyes landed on a pair of platform heels in clear plastic. The sole itself was only two inches thick but the heel was five inches and the few straps were also made of clear material, one over the toes and one that wrapped seductively around the ankle.

“Cool!” Julie remarked, taking it from me for a closer look. “Can I try this one on in a size 7?”

“I’ll try an 8.” Christa chimed in.

Brad looked to me and I mumbled an embarrassing size 11. He nodded and disappeared in the back, reappearing a minute later with three identical boxes. We took the only three seats available and he handed out the boxes, keeping Stacy’s as he withdrew the first shoe and gently directed her foot into it, holding her delicate ankle with his free hand.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 04



Christa and I tried our own on shoes and because of the adjustable strap and minimal material they all fit perfectly. The three of us stood and shuffled around the small area laughing at how silly we much have appeared but we didn’t care, starting a three person rumba line going in a five foot circle. Before Brad got in the spirit and joined in, we had decided to get the matching shoes. Unlike Christa’s bra we weren’t going to be wearing these out of the store.

Wrapping up our purchases, we paid for them and strolled out of the store laden with yet more packages. By now, it was late afternoon and the traffic began to thin out letting us traverse our course with minimal resistance. We had worked past a half dozen shops before reaching the major outlet store anchoring this leg of the mall and strolled in, bent on helping out the economy still further. I was feeling pretty good despite catching my appearance in the mirrored columns that dotted the landscape. We were in the mall as far as I could get from the car and if I got cold feet now I would freak out having to make it back outside in order to get away. I just had to make sure to avoid my own reflection, finally able to relate to Medusa, the woman from Greek mythology who couldn’t survive seeing her own, hideous appearance. At least people looking at me weren’t turning to stone and they weren’t running for their lives either, much to my relief. For the most part I was passing unnoticed by the majority of people I had come across today and those who read me weren’t reacting all that bad. I was having fun despite my anxiety and enjoying my first and hopefully not my last trip to the mall.

I was fingering the soft material of a wool sweater, examining my feminine looking hands and nails, but my mind was off somewhere else and Christa had noticed.

“You OK Stacy?”

“Hmmm? Ma’am?” I said, accidentally slipping back into my subservient roll. She didn’t seem to mind and stood there watching my face for some sign that would answer her question since I was slow in doing so. “Yes. Fine. Just wondering if this would work for me in a large or extra large.” I hadn’t even considered buying it at the time but the answer seemed to satisfy her.

“Why don’t you try them on?” she said. “Excuse me. Miss? Where are the dressing rooms?”

She waved to a young lady a few feet away who stepped over behind me while I froze.

“Just around the corner.” I heard the reply, Christa’s gaze following her gesture.

“Thank you.” Christa said, smiling. I couldn’t see her but could sense the young lady moving off.

“There you go. Right around the corner.” She pointed. “Go try them on.”

I took a quick look around and didn’t see any other shoppers hovering around the area so I stepped across the aisle, rounded a few racks and started my way into the dressing room. As luck would have it, a woman was coming out of the open doorway just as I stepped in. Because of the ninety degree turn while entering I hadn’t seen her coming and I didn’t want to turn back to check if she read me or not for fear she was sprinting wildly across the store now waving her arms frantically at seeing a man invading the sanctity of the dressing room. 

Each stall extended well above my head but there was a foot high gap at the floor and only a simple, sliding curtain acting as a door. With doors I would have to be careful trying to find an empty stall but on all but one the curtain was slid wide open permitting a casual view inside. The one questionable stall was near the front and from the noise emanating from it, it was clear that it was currently occupied. Not wanting to get caught in a questionable situation, I selected one towards the back and on the opposite side of the aisle. As anyone knows, the point of dressing rooms is not only to try on clothes but also to see how they look. This stall was no different and had its own mirror installed so I wouldn’t have to step out to see how the clothes looked. I began to undo the buttons on my top while studying the reflection in the mirror. I would normally have avoided it as I had all afternoon, but hearing someone else in the dressing room, knowing I was in a place where only women were allowed to be and to see watch myself as I slowly slipped out of my clothes was very erotic. My body quickly became aroused as I slipped off the top and removed another one from its hanger and slipped it on and fastening a few buttons. Even now I could see that the sleeves were tight around my masculine arms and shoulders. They just didn’t make women’s clothing right! I hung it back on its hanger and slid into the second, a much looser fit over all and just a slight clinging sensation on my arms. On Christa or Julie it would have been a perfect fit, baggy around their long, lean limbs. But for me it worked as well as it could be expected. I put it back on the hanger and was standing there admiring the soft material and feminine color when the curtain flung open unexpectedly. I jerked at the sudden movement and threw an arm up across my chest. It wasn’t something I did when I wasn’t wearing a bra and certainly didn’t have anything in the way of breasts that I would have needed to hide but it felt strangely instinctive. I suppose if it had been a stranger they would have quickly pulled the curtain shut in a flash and I could have passed two seconds of scrutiny while they realized their mistake and turned their eyes away. In this case, it was Christa standing there. I was relieved, but still felt awkward in a way half dressed with only a skirt and bra on. She had seen me often enough dressed up and had seen me work on the makeup giving me tips when she could but had never really seen me in a state of undress before.

She stood there smiling.

It felt strange as I continued to hold an arm across my chest for no apparent reason.

“Bashful?” she asked questioningly with a wry grin. “You weren’t bashful yesterday.”

She handed me a colorful summer garment on discount now that the fall fashions had hit the stores and winked, pulling the curtain back in place. What the hell did that mean? My mind replayed the events of yesterday and the only thing that struck me was my tryst with Julie last night. Oh Lord. Was that what the wink was for? Had Julie blabbed? My mind was swimming with the possibilities as I removed the short sleeved romper from the hanger and stepped into it, managing to work the zipper half way up my back.

“Knock knock.”

The curtain slid aside a few inches and I could see Julie standing there with Christa just over her shoulder.

“That does look good.” Julie remarked, several different sizes in her hands. “Coast is clear. Come on out here where we can get a better look at ya.”

Julie pulled the curtain open and I stepped past them, holding the garment on my shoulders fearing it would free-fall to the floor if I didn’t.

I stepped up to the end of the dressing room and caught my reflection in three different mirrors, as I stood there bathed in bright, white light. I didn’t look all that great but had to admit the outfit was just the right size and it helped to accent the positive. A girl like me had to accept help where they could.

Julie stepped up and I could feel the zipper running up my back and the material hug itself across my chest. Maybe a little too much chest for the outfit but at least I could do something about that. It did pay to have a chest that was adjustable. No longer having to worry about it falling down around my ankles I ran my hands across the material trying to smooth out the occasional wrinkle.

“Looks great Stacy.” Julie said.

“Great fit.” Christa followed, running a soft hand down my back. “Give us a twirl.”

I began to turn and pose in the most ridiculous ways, much to their amusement. Fortunately, I wasn’t over doing it and hadn’t made a total scene when I caught sight of a woman leaving the first dressing room stall. I all but froze when she appeared in the mirror’s reflection and quickly returned to my normal, mundane, feminine self.

“Yup. I’ll take it.” I said, quickly trying to escape back to my own stall as the stranger strolled out of view and back into the store.

“Hang on a sec.” Christa said, stepping after me. It was nice to feel Julie working the zipper up my back but it paled in comparison to Christa working is slowly down again, all the way.

“Thanks.” I dashed back behind the safe confines of the cheap, blue curtain, trying to catch my breath.

“I’ll wait outside for you.” I heard Julie remark.

I didn’t reply immediately for fear my voice wouldn’t pass the test, my appearance often helping my voice seem somewhat more convincing.

I slipped out of the romper and returned it to the hanger before getting dressed back in the original top I was wearing before. Grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder I took up the clothes, pulled the curtain aside and strolled for the exit, pangs of anxiety returning, convinced there was a squad of cops just waiting for me to come back out again. Relieved when I reentered the store and nothing looked amiss I looked around but couldn’t find any sign of the girls. I returned the one top back to its proper place and made my way to the nearest checkout. We were four deep and right near the outside entrance to the mall so a constant stream of people walked passed. I didn’t notice anyone staring thankfully and continued to casually scan the area looking for my companions without success.

The person in front of me completed their transaction and I stepped up and laid the top and romper on the counter where the clerk scanned the tags and bagged the goods.

“Your total is $88.09.”

I handed her the cash and smiled. She took it and made change, handing me the bag while I was still fumbling with my purse.

“Thank you.” I mumbled and took the bag in my hands stepping back into the walkway. I was making my way back towards the inside mall entrance when my peripheral vision caught sight of someone coming up beside me. I edged further to the side of the walkway to let them pass but they slowed as they came up along side.

“How are you today?” he asked, taking a quick glance my way.

“Excuse me?” I asked, staring at him as I continued walking.

“Shopping. Looks like you picked out a few cute items. Bet you looked good in them.”

He sounded strange and was acting weird by all accounts. I wasn’t sure what he was up to but I played along figuring I was more or less in a public place. Figured my odds were pretty good if he was after my purse because he was smaller and a few inches shorter than I was. Odds grew even because I was in heels with no real traction or leverage. I’d be ready if he tried to grab it, tightening my grip on the strap just in case.

“Something I can do for you?”

“There is, as a matter of fact.” He said, cupping my elbow in his right hand and motioning with his left.

“Excuse me?” I said, yanking my elbow loose and standing my ground.

“I just need you to come with me for a few minutes.”

I was looking around the store, noting the occasional stare from other shoppers. Christa and Julie were still no where to be seen.

“Where?” I asked, wondering where this was headed.

“Right through there.” He pointed, trying to usher me along again, motioning towards a set of double swinging doors. I wasn’t moving a step.

“Yeah right! You think I’m going to stroll off into the back of the store with you?” I said, taking my bags in hand and turned to walk away only to be facing another man who had moved up behind me unseen. Unlike the first, this gentleman was more imposing, African-American with large shoulders and an athletic frame just over six feet tall. I moved to side step around him but he wasn’t about to let me do that.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He wasn’t talking so I repeated the question but still received no response. I turned to head back through the smaller of the two but he had his hands up.

“Store security.” He finally said, waiving some sort of credentials in his hand. “And I’m afraid that you need to come with us or we’ll have the police here before you leave the store.”

“I wouldn’t count on that.” I commented with false bravado. “I’m pretty fast when I’m in a hurry.”

I heard a slight chuckle behind me but this guy was not amused, his hand still pointing towards the double doors. I managed to get one more look around but couldn’t find my companions. The sign next to the exit did mention that somewhere in the bowels of the store there was a security office to be found and if these guys weren’t official they wouldn’t intentionally lead me near there to do anything illegal.

“Lead the way.” I said, finally resigning myself to the fact that I would be going with them and preferred to do it under my own power instead of being dragged kicking and screaming.

The shorter of the two proceeded in that direction with the second following behind me as we weaved around several racks of men’s clothing and through the double doors. The colorful décor gave away instantly to drab, off-yellow linoleum. Even the clacking of my heels provided little enjoyment as we rounded the corner and true to their word we found the security office. So much for my fear they weren’t really with the store. 

The woman in uniform at the counter barely gave them a second glance and I was escorted by the short fellow into an adjoining room where a table and three chairs were set out in the center positioned under the harsh glare of fluorescent light fixtures.

“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”

He stepped back out of the room and closed the door behind him. I took a seat and set my packages down. Having a moment to try and collect my thoughts they first turned to pondering the whereabouts of Christa and Julie. For all I knew they had wandered out in the mall and not finding me when they returned they would probably continue shopping or go home. It was unlikely that they would just wander in here, even if they could find the place. My second thought was in regards to the items I had in my bags from this store. He obviously knew I had paid for my purchases so I couldn’t understand why I was being hassled. I was going through my bag and was examining the receipt detail when the door opened and he entered, taking a seat across from me, clipboard in hand.

I put the receipt back in the bag knowing I could account for the goods and breathed a sigh of relief when I turned to face the man whose eyes were skimming through the paperwork he brought in with him a moment ago. He continued to read silently as the minutes wore on. Finally satisfied he was fully informed he set it to the side, interlaced his fingers and set his hands on the metal table, looking up at me with a mild look of disinterest. I did the same trying to look bored on the outside but felt decidedly different on the inside.

He finally gave in when he realized I wasn’t going to speak first.

“How are you today?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I would be fine if you told me exactly what you think you’re doing.”

“Fair enough. You start and I’ll fill in the blanks.”

I hesitated, trying to figure out what he wanted to hear.

“What is it you want to hear exactly?” I asked. “I come here shopping with friends today and spend money in your store and all you can do is treat me like some kind of criminal. Does wonders for your customer service reputation and I can assure you that your headquarters will be hearing about every single detail of my visit today so tread very carefully.”

Not bad, I thought. In command yet pissed off at my treatment. Riding the fine line between a threat and standing up for myself. It was clear from his response that he had heard all this hundreds of times before.

“Hmmm. Really? Here’s my card.” He said, passing two cheap business cards to me. “That’s mine on top. I would appreciate it if you would spell my name correctly when you draft your complaint. And just so you can report today’s events accurately, I am informing you that our conversation is being recorded and will be kept of file . . .. Should you want a copy.”

He motioned over his shoulder to a camera I hadn’t noticed before and to a second over my right shoulder.

“You can be damned sure I’ll be asking for copies of those tapes.” 

“I’m sure you will.” He said. Something about his indifferent confidence worried me. I had never been dragged into a security office before and being here as Stacy just lead to my anxiety.

“Can we just get on with this?” I asked, setting my bag from the store on the table and pulled out my two items, lifting the receipt and passing it to him for inspection. He took it and adjusted his reading glasses perched on his long nose.

“Yes. Two items in the bag and two matching items on the receipt.” 

He passed it back and I bundled it up again.

“Are we done?” I asked.

“No. Far from it.” He said, giving me a hard look. “You think we brought you in here because of this?” he waved a hand at my bag. “I found you walking away from the register and knew you had paid for them.”

“Then what the hell are we doing here?” I asked, a genuine laugh spilling out.

“We’re here partly because of THAT bag.” 

My eyes dropped down and spotted another bag I had been carrying, noticing for the first time that it too was from this store.

“What about it?” I asked, lifting it onto the table and pulled out the contents. There were two silk blouses and a heavy black, business suit looking skirt. I noticed they were Christa’s size and knew that this bag was one of the two I had offered to carry since we had left lunch. I began to breathe easier as I fumbled through the three items until I realized there was no receipt in the bag for them. At least they would have to contact her now and we could straighten this out and leave as quickly as possible.

“Problem?” he asked as though deeply interested in my answer.

“She has the receipt with her.” I answered. “My friend Christa was shopping here when we met for lunch. We came back here to do some more shopping this afternoon and I offered to carry it for her.”

“Your friend? I don’t remember seeing you with anyone when you left the register.”

I was learning something new about Christa every day and hoped today’s discover didn’t have to do with her having sticky fingers. Lord knows we could afford the items but so could a lot of shoplifters.

“I lost them after trying on a few items and was heading off to find them when you stopped me.”

He seemed to be contemplating my words as he withdrew a pen and made several notes on the back of the form on his clipboard.

“Does Christa have a last name?” 

“Miller.” I offered. I provided him with the pertinent information he requested.

“Your name?”

“Stacy. Stacy Johnson.”

He nodded, continuing to write.

“Address?”

I provided him with my information as well.

“You live together?” he asked.

“Yes.” I knew how this stuff went. Cooperate but don’t volunteer anything or this was going to drag out for hours.

“And you say that she’s in the store today?”

“Yes. At least she was. She’s probably looking for me now in fact.”

He nodded, unclipping a small walkie-talkie from his belt and spoke into it.

“Marcia. Could you have one Christa Miller paged to the security office please.”

“Thank you.” I said. “We can finally get this straightened out.” At least she would know where I was.

He continued to fire off questions and I responded with the necessary information as I watched the seconds tick away on the clock behind him.

“Did Ms. Miller report yet Marcia.” He finally asked into the walkie-talkie.

“No sir. No one has come to the office.” Came the sharp reply.

“She’s probably returned home by now.” I offered in the way of an explanation for her absence.

“Without you?”

“We came to the mall in separate cars.”




Quiet Servitude Pt. 05



Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

Chapter 9 – Wednesday, June 11th

I woke to the sun shining in the window; the clouds of yesterday were gone. The room was filled with the orange light of early morning when I sat up and noted that it was 8:15 a.m., an ungodly hour for me when I wasn’t working. Strangely, I felt full of energy and seemingly wide-awake.

The morning process of showering and a close shave followed by makeup was feeling more like a routine as I finished up and stepped back into my room around nine. I slipped into my clean and wrinkle free pink and white uniform, the pressed surface pleasing to the eye as I admired the confident looking woman in the mirror facing me. Today I was feeling a little sassy so I dug out a pair of off-white pumps with three-inch heels and slid inside them with a shiver. I put in my earnings and slipped on the few rings and the one bracelet I owned. It might have been a little over the top for the humble maid I saw before me but I didn’t care, feeling a larger sense of pride today. I liked what I saw in the mirror, not simply my physical appearance. The twinkle in my eye faded for a moment when doubts began to creep into my reflection. 

I was clearly happy about how the day ended yesterday and despite Christa being visibly turned on by the events, I was hesitant that after sleeping on it she may not be as keen on what had transpired between me and two of her closest friends. I wasn’t disregarding Julie or Terry’s feelings totally but they were leaving later today and it was my wife who was my primary concern now. Despite my apprehension, it wasn’t going to accomplish anything by continuing to stall and remain in my room. One deep breath and I was out the door and into the hallway. 

The house was silent but I could hear the sound of running water and knew that someone was already up and getting ready for the day. All three bedroom doors were closed so I couldn’t tell who was up, who was still in bed and who the heck was where. For having had the week off, I felt horribly out of touch on just what the hell had transpired around here. Even this thought seemed humorous to me today.

“C’est la vie!” I commented, heading for the kitchen.

I hadn’t spent this much time in her since we moved in. Today, I decided, I was going to do it up right. Eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes, hot syrup and toast with butter and jam. I started the coffee brewing and poured myself a glass of orange juice feeling dehydrated. OJ didn’t agree with me but it was ice cold and delicious. I was whipping up the batter for the cakes when I heard an exchange of words followed by hearty giggling and laughter. I couldn’t tell who it was but hoped Christa was part of it. Much to my relief, I saw the pair of women step into the livingroom and stroll my way, clearly appearing happy this morning. I watched them long enough to make sure their mood wasn’t a trick of the light before turning back to my chores. The griddle had just reached temperature and the first set of toast popped when they walked up and sat down across from me, looking cleansed and refreshed and each wearing silky looking robes.

“Good morning.” I said, greeting them when they sat down. I set a tall glass of the orange juice in front of Christa and stood there obediently, waiting to take their order.

“Good morning Stacy.” They both said at once, finding the coincidence particularly funny.

I wasn’t sure what had gotten into them but I liked it until the thought of the master bedroom strewn with illegal narcotics flashed into my mind. After the way this week had gone I wasn’t counting anything out but hoped I was wrong. When Christa turned towards me and looked up from the barstool I was looking for any signs that her and Julie were buzzed on something. Not being particular adept at the symptoms I don’t know that I would have recognized the signs if they were there, short of a crack pipe sticking out of the breast pocket of her robe. 

I checked and was relieved to see the pocket empty! Her eyes looked tired but the twinkle was still there.

“What do we have on the menu today?” my wife asked.

“You are in for a real treat this morning ladies.” I said, running down the proposed menu that they found more than satisfactory.

“Coffee please.” Julie ordered with a smile. “And a plate full of everything!”

Christa nodded at the request and I set to work multitasking the best to my ability. The toaster was toasting and the griddle popping, its hot surface laden with a multitude of items. Buttered toast with jelly, pancakes with maple or berry syrup, sausage, bacon, eggs and even french toast with cinnamon. They took their time savoring the food but it was clear that their appetites were full this morning. Julie motioned for a second cup of coffee, black, as they continued to fill their faces while trying to carry on an animated conversation. It was good to see them in such a good mood, I thought to myself as I continued to cook to order and silently enjoyed their camaraderie.

Everyone in fact seemed to be in a great mood this morning when Terry entered the room wearing sweats and a T-shirt. They exchanged their good mornings while he sat down at the third and last barstool. He looked up when I set a steaming cup of java in front of him and smiled.

“Morning Stacy. How are you today?” he asked, his voice still husky from sleeping.

“Fine sir. Thank you for asking.” I replied. “What can I make for you this morning?”

“Scrambled eggs?” He took a swig of his coffee. “And buttered toast would be great.”

I nodded and went to work as he nibbled on some bacon. The girls were still at it, continuing to eat breakfast between hurried comments and questions to each other. I was buttering his toast as the eggs finished up on the griddle, neither he nor I having anything to say that could remotely compete with the animated girl talk going on between them. Terry was normally a quiet person, I noticed, and really spoke up only if directly questioned or a lull in conversation made him uneasy. I was faithfully upholding my subservient role only speaking if spoken to or if I had a question. The pair was easily making up for the both of us.

I scooped his scrambled eggs on a plate, added his buttered toast and set it in front of him just as Julie and Christa were finishing up.

“Anything else?” I inquired.

“No thank you.” Julie replied, half a mouthful of toast still being worked on.

“Me neither.” Christa said pushing her plate away.

I cleared both to the sink, topped off Julie’s coffee cup and asked Christa if she wanted more juice.

“Please.”

I topped off her glass and my own before returning the container to the fridge.

“I’m sorry Stacy.” She said. “Go ahead and fix yourself breakfast. Don’t mind us.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

Julie and Christa were still picking at the bacon and a half-filled plate of toast so I snatched some extra crispy bacon from the griddle and chopped it up into small bits adding it to the pancake batter with a healthy helping of maple syrup ready to make my own breakfast. A spot of oil and the silver dollar pancakes were underway, the satisfying sizzle sounded perfect to my grumbling stomach. Keeping a tight eye on them I looked up and could see Julie staring at me, the conversation halted for a moment.

“She likes to make them that way.” Christa explained with a smirk and a wink as she took another long pull on her orange juice.

“Would you like one Ms. Jackson? I asked.

“Just one.” She responded, curious enough to poke down one more.

“Ma’am?” I asked Christa, knowing she had tried them but preferred them plain vanilla.

“No thank you.”

“Sir?” 

Terry held up a hand indicating he wasn’t interested, still working on a full mouth of eggs. I flipped the cakes for a second time and slid one onto a fresh plate, presenting it to Julie who was again engrossed in conversation. 

“Thanks.” She said, starting to reach for the syrup. “Am I supposed eat it plain?”

“No ma’am. You can eat it anyway you want.” I chuckled, selecting the blackberry syrup for my own plate. I dug into my breakfast feeling my own appetite growing.

Terry had finished up and I cleared his plate. The girls, it appeared, had finally given up. Breakfast in the Miller household was winding down. Without having to converse I was free to dine at a quickened pace as long as it fell within etiquette guidelines considering I wasn’t alone in the kitchen. I refilled my plate with more pancakes but even now they were losing their special edge. They were still good, don’t get me wrong, but fresh off the griddle was best. I tossed on a sausage patty with the syrup and dug in again, noting for the first time that the conversation was starting to lag as Terry began filling in the lull with a comment here or there. The high carb, high protein breakfast was beginning to weigh on the girls who appeared less energetic than they had earlier. 

I topped off two coffee cups but was waved off on more juice. With everyone’s appetite satiated for the time being I cleared the counter, unplugged the griddle and began to load what I could in the dishwasher. I wrapped up the leftovers and went to work on the larger items as the trio disappeared into the greatroom, their conversation still apparent but not nearly as animated as before.

A few minutes later, as I wrestled the cooling griddle into the sink, Christa, Julie and Terry came out of the greatroom and crossed back towards the bedrooms. From my angle I could only see Terry walk into his room, alone, pushing the door halfway shut behind him. 

I turned back to the cleaning and worked the washcloth into every nook and cranny wishing I could use the scouring pad on the teflon surface. As it was, the batter and grease came loose easy enough and within a minutes time it too was stacked on the drainer to dry. I snatched up the towel to dry my hands when I felt someone coming back towards the kitchen. It was Christa standing there alone, adorned in one of her bikinis. She had several in fact, but this was the first time she wore this particular model, a stunning electric blue model that shocked me when I looked her way. She was a confident woman but on the rare occasions when we visited friends or were out of town together when the hotel had a pool she could never bring herself to wear it. We had talked about having a pool put in but we had pushed it off again until next summer. The small swimsuit had two small, triangular cuts of fabric held onto her chest with a tie around her neck and a second around her back. The same material stretched across her crotch with a narrowed band rising in the back, two thin ties came together on her hips to hold it in place. She was checking out the fit while I was checking out the entire package, her heaving chest having its way with the revealing outfit. I tried to pull my eyes away from her body knowing she would look up and catch me if I didn’t.

“Ready?” Came Julie’s voice from around the corner. The sudden interruption jerked my attention free as Christa turned at her approach. She stepped into view, her blond hair flying around her shoulders. Her suit, also a two piece was emerald green in color with a halter top that help distribute the weight of her larger chest while the bottom had a less revealing cut.

“Yup. One minute.” Christa replied walking into the kitchen. In my heels I finally had her by a few inches. She stepped up close to me and turned around.

“Can you tighten this up?” she asked, motioning to the tie across her back.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied, untying it while she held everything in place. From my vantagepoint I couldn’t help but notice the sweeping curve of her feminine form as it swept down her back and out over her stunning ass, revealed in perfect form by the bathing suit. “How’s that?”

She released her hands from her chest letting the poor things loose they jiggled just a little as they settled into place.

“Great. Thanks. Now I’m ready.” She said to Julie. She took one of our walkie-talkies out of the junk drawer in the kitchen and switched it on; verifying that channel three appeared on the small, digital display. She took out the second and did the same, handing it to me when she was satisfied.

“Lisa and Roger were nice enough to offer us the use of their pool so we’ll be next door. If we need you we’ll call. Please strip the beds again while we’re gone.”

With that, the two girls joined up with Terry in the livingroom before making their way outside, across the patio and over to the neighbors. I rushed to the greatroom and took a quick look through a narrow slit in the blinds. They were still milling around on the deck, testing the water, when Terry jumped into the deep end. The girls chose to enter down the steps into the luke-warm water instead. 

From the window and due to a slight drop from our yard to next door I could see the deck and the three as they swam about in the peanut shaped pool. The water was sparkling under the midday sunshine.

I was erect yet again and tempted to please myself based on my memory of their time in the kitchen but opted to use the time to work on my current chore. I rushed to the bedrooms, ignoring mine again and stripped the bed in record time wanting to get back to my voyeurism in case anything happened. The master bedroom sheets looked the worse for wear and I wondered what on there had come from me during our group romp the previous night. In the daylight, the magic of the room seemed to have lost its aura as though it had all been a dream. The sheets clearly showed that something dramatic had happened here not too long ago. I wadded up the linens and headed for the basement, carefully navigating the stairs in my higher than normal heels. 

With the laundry in and spinning I dashed as quickly as possible back to the greatroom to see what I was missing. I had made it back to the kitchen when I heard the walkie-talkie start to crackle, its solid body bouncing against my groin as I walked.

“Breaker breaker channel 3. Come in Stacy. You got your ears on darlin’?” Christa’s voice sprung forth with a twang. I could hear laughter in the background before she let off the transmit button.

I snatched my walkie-talkie from the pocket of my apron and tried to answer back in a feminine voice knowing this was being transmitted out over the open airwaves.

“Yes ma’am?”

“It’s awfully hot out here. Can you bring us two iced teas?”

“Would Mr. Williams like anything?” I asked, not realizing the faux pas I could have made with such an assumption.

I could hear Christa and Julie laughing on the other end until they came under control and my wife continued.

“He’ll take a beer. Thank you.”

“I’ll be right out.”

I was in the fridge when the walkie-talkie squawked again.

“And move your ass bitch!”

Say what? I was tempted to reply but thought better of it. If it wasn’t Terry that meant someone else was in close so I didn’t want to get them pissed off. I’ll just play the silent card and let them move on and find something else to do. We’d switch channels when I take out the drinks.

“And chips ho’. We want chips too!” came another voice, Hispanic accent clear through the speaker.

“That definitely wasn’t Terry.” I commented to the tray of drinks in my hand.

“Yeah. Chips sound good.”

Oh God. That was Christa getting in on the act now. Chips. They want chips. I set the tray down on the counter, found a brightly colored plastic bowl and dished out some blue corn chips. I knew what was coming next so I shoveled out a small bowl of hot salsa to go with it and added it to the full tray, heading out the back door and stepping carefully across the lawn so my pointed heels wouldn’t penetrate the lawn.

I was stepping onto the patio and nearing the pool when I snuck up behind Julie, walkie-talkie in hand.

“And some salsa please?” she said, barely getting it out before I stepped up to the edge of the pool.

“And here’s your order ladies.” I said, setting down the tea, chips and salsa. They were sitting on the steps relaxing as Terry did short laps.

“Where you like your beer sir?” I asked when he neared my end of the pool. He stopped for a minute and looked as though he was seriously pondering it.

“Right there on the patio is fine. Thanks Stacy.”

I set the beer down on the concrete and turned again to the ladies who were back into their conversation and drinks, Christa slowly running her fingers through Julie’s hair as they talked. They were sitting close to one another, their long legs intertwined under the sparkling water. It was then that I noticed Lisa and Roger’s other neighbor was out in their own yard, taking an active interest in me as I stood out in the open in my uniform. She was down on her knees in the dirt pulling weeds, having lost interest in the swimmers who were low out of sight but I could tell she was scrutinizing me as I stood poolside, my bright pink outfit glowing in the sunshine.

I was feeling awkward and ready to run as Mildred continued to study me from under her shade tree.

“Will you be needing anything else ma’am?” I asked, eager to move on.

“No thank you Stacy. That’s it for now. We’ll call if we need anything.”

I nodded slightly although only Mildred was looking in our direction and walked across the patio, onto the lawn and back inside our house. After shutting the screen door I moved back over to the window and peered out again. Terry was still doing his thing while the girls stayed on the steps sitting impossibly close. Christa was still petting her friend and from the looks of it things might have been going on underwater but I couldn’t tell. 

Peeping out the window at my wife and her friends, my own hand slid up under my uniform and down my hose and panties. The view hadn’t changed and was inconclusive but that didn’t stop my mind from slipping into overdrive just pondering the possibilities, real or imagined, of what was going on under the water.

The washer finished its spin cycle downstairs and slowed to a halt done with its assigned task. I pondered the view which was rather boring by comparison to what I had seen during the week and decided despite the stiff cock in my hand I would hedge my bets, move the laundry over to the dryer and hope that nothing else would happen while I was gone. While charging down the basement stairs I was trying to think of an excuse to mosey on over after changing the loads when the walkie-talkie sprung to life again. Maybe I wouldn’t need an excuse and I was really looking forward to being a good and dutiful maid!

I pulled my upper body out of the dryer and withdrew the small electronic device from my pocket.

“I’m sorry?” I said apologetically. “I’m in the basement and didn’t hear that.”

“ . . . nother Beer Stac. . .”




Quiet Servitude Pt. 05



As good excuse any I thought, slamming the door and stepping back towards the center of the basement.

“Yes sir. I’ll be right out.”

Beer in hand I quickly found my way back next door. Terry had resumed his laps and the girls were still where I left them. I was somewhat disappointed as I neared the pool until I noticed a small pile of wet material next to the pool. I didn’t really recognize it until I knelt down and exchanged the beer bottles and noticed Christa and Julie were wearing less than when they started their dip, having started with very little to begin with. I held the empty beer bottle in my hand watching the two, in each other’s arms and topless, their nipples just barely bobbing above the surface of the water. Christa had one arm wrapped around Julie’s neck and was pulling the pair in tight, her lips kissing the side of her face, nibbling on her ear. Julie for her part had one hand around my wife’s waist and the other cupping Christa’s breast, the water lubricating the motion. Their legs were still interwoven but were sliding now, their feet massaging each other, the agitated water creating a hypnotic effect.

“That will be all Stacy.” Christa said coolly, never opening her eyes or turning towards me.

She caught me off guard in my reverie and I nearly dropped the bottle on the hard deck.

“Yes ma’am.” I said, standing and heading back home quickly, my proverbial tail between my nylon clad legs. I reached the relative safety of the house, trying to decide if I wanted to sneak another peek through the window. It wouldn’t be the same view from the greatroom as the deck around the pool and despite feeling as though I had just been scolded like a child I couldn’t help but take another look. Terry was standing in the shallow end, dripping wet, bottle in hand taking a long pull on the beer. With his frame at full height Mildred was probably getting enough of a view to cause a stroke. Christ and Julie were still kissing, their lips finally meeting. It wasn’t much to see from the slit in the blinds but my mind filled in the blanks as my hand found its way back under the hem of my uniform and wrapped itself around my cock. I could see Terry slide over in front of the pair facing them. Julie hand came up out of the water and stroked him through the loose bathing suit. He was just standing there staring off at the horizon, drinking his beer as though nothing was happening. Just over the deck of the pool I could see Mildred back on her knees in the dirt. The sun was so bright and the shade so dark that it was hard to tell if she was still keeping an eye on the swimmers.

“Swimmers.” I commented to myself, “Swimmers actually swim.” I chuckled.

Terry seemed to be holding out rather well against Julie’s touch but from my view I could only see half of his face. The girls were talking again having turned away from their kissing and had wide smiles on their faces. Terry was smirking. It was clear they were trying to get to him somehow but I had no way of knowing what that was. He was taking another drink, seeming oblivious to the two of them sitting on the steps, still topless under the early afternoon sunshine. I made out two hands coming slowly out of the water and taking hold of his swim trucks, one leg in each hand. They held there for what seemed an eternity and yet he still didn’t seem to flinch, the implications of his ignoring them quite clear. The hands tugged a little as though testing the suit and inched down slightly, the suit coming with it. They stopped again but he didn’t give in still acting as though he was studying a cloud or bird in the sky. I thought he must have had the string in his waist band tied up tight to stand there like that acting as though he didn’t have a care in the world. The hands gave another playful tug; material still grasped in each hand. His suit dropped again, this time down around his hips.

Apparently I was wrong about the string. Terry still didn’t flinch, just egging them on further.

“I’ll have to remember that technique.” I said making a mental note.

Both Christa and Julie sat up straighter now, their breasts coming up for air while they began to wiggle Terry’s suit down around his thighs, the water providing the only resistance now until it swallowed up the nylon fabric. It looked like the girls were celebrating now, Terry standing in the shallow end with water slapping around the bottom of his ass. He had given up the distant stare and was now looking down at the pair as they carried on. With nothing to hang on to their hands reached out for other things to hold. Christa was stroking his erect penis while Julie reached back over her shoulder for something on the deck.

“Stacy!”

I jumped at the unexpected sound, reaching with my free hand into my apron.

“Yes ma’am?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“What are you UP to right now?”

I could hear the tale end of laughter as she released the button.

“Still working on the laundry ma’am. Can I get you something?” I lied.

“Christa and I have everything we need but I think Mr. Williams could use another brewski.”

“Coming right up.”

I figuratively dropped what I was doing and went to the kitchen to grab another beer. Smoothing over the wrinkles in my uniform I opened the beer and stepped back outside. I was more on the ball this time as I approached the pool. Terry was still in place near the steps, hands on his hips; beer bottle still clasped in one hand. The girls were a different matter, however. Julie was sitting on the same step as before but had her legs spread wide open now, Christa nestled in between them, one step down. Both where facing Terry, Christa wrapped in Julie’s soft embrace. I had just stepped off of the grass and onto concrete, careful not to twist an ankle when I looked up and saw my wife’s slender hands reach up and grab Terry by the hips. She pulled him in closer until finally her face was only inches from his extended shaft his toes up against the base of the steps. Christa teased it with her tongue for a few seconds before taking him inside her mouth to a depth I hadn’t though possible.

I froze, not more than ten feet from the trio. My wife’s head was bobbing as Terry swayed back and forth as if in a trance. Mildred might not have been able to see anything from her vantagepoint but if she were to study him now, the look on his face would easily have betrayed them.

“Thank you Stacy.” He said nonchalantly as Christa continued to suck his cock, her hair floating in the water around her head. Her manicured hands were gently massaging his balls as she worked him over. Terry was holding out the empty bottle unable or not wanting to move.

I regained what little composure I could muster and shot a quick look around before stepping forward. Mildred had disappeared, hopefully retreating from the strong sunshine and growing heat and not calling the cops. I swapped Terry for the empty and stood there for a minute studying the look on his face. It looked like a mix of smugness and satisfaction.

“Anything else sir?” I said, somewhat deflated.

“Nope. Got just what I wanted. Thanks.” He lifted the bottle indicating his drink but I wondered.

I nodded, taking the opportunity to study what was going on at my feet. In those five seconds I could see Christa continuing to work him over, a thin layer with saliva flowing out over his dick. Julie was watching the action from behind Christa, her hands wrapped around my wife’s torso, a hand on each of her breasts. No one was paying attention to me and not wanting another scolding I retreated back to our house. The dryer sounded as I stepped inside. I thought about ignoring it but knew there would have been hell to pay if the bed sheets were wrinkled on the master bed. It was one of Christa’s pet peeves and considering the potential embarrassment I faced, I wasn’t about to let it happen so I negotiated the basement stairs carefully in my heels and quickly retreated to the bedroom, fixing up the master bedroom first. As luck would have it, Christa’s sheets were balled up on one end and I made sure they were tucked in at the bottom.

The beds went together relatively quick and within minutes I found myself back in the greatroom heading for my window when the walkie-talkie squawked again.

“Done with your chores yet Stacy?”

It was Christa’s voice this time. I took a quick look wondering if Terry had blown his load and was leaning against the side of the pool. I was wrong again.

“Yes ma’am. Just finished up.” I replied.

“Good. Julie’s laid out her clothes for the afternoon. Please pack her suitcase for her and put it in the Porsche.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I looked out again and saw the scene had changed again. Terry was still standing in the pool but he was thrusting his hips this time. Christa was still on the steps but this time it was Julie’s turn in the middle. She was bent over and getting it from behind, Terry’s shaft penetrating her wet cunt, her bikini bottoms stretched around her thighs. She had her hands on Christa’s shoulders while my wife had a hold of her arms, steadying the petite blond from the pounding she was receiving.

Damn it. I gave up on the orgy happening in the neighbor’s pool and turned to my new task. As Christa had mentioned, there was an outfit lying on the bed. As far as it went, it was rather conservative; t-shirt, jean shorts and slide on sandals. I retrieved her suitcase and loaded it with the contents from the dresser and closet. It wasn’t nearly as exciting or erotic putting the contents back in the suitcase as it had been to unpack it. It was a shame really. She had only been here for a few days but I was going to miss her for more than just the obvious reasons. Terry on the other hand? He was leaving this evening and strangely, despite our intimate contact, couldn’t leave soon enough. In my subconscious, on some deep level, I must have felt threatened by his presence and his history with my wife. I knew Christa was a pretty open-minded woman but this week had really opened my eyes to this fact. From what I witnessed going on in the pool this afternoon I suppose I should have felt threatened by Julie too but it just wasn’t so. I set a pair of panties on the bed with her outfit for the evening and closed the suitcase. After putting it in the car I grabbed a large ziploc bag from kitchen and threw it on the bed for her wet swimsuit. 

I was three steps down into the greatroom and heading for my new favorite window when I heard the screen door in front of me open unexpectedly. Without missing a beat I continued across the room and encountered Christa and Julie coming in from the patio.

“Ms. Jackson’s suitcase is in the car ma’am.”

“Excellent. Thank you.” Christa responded as they continued on through the house. It didn’t take long for me to notice that Christa and Julie were wearing different bathing suits. 

“Oh Stacy.” Julie spoke up. “Could I get a plastic bag from you for my suit?”

She motioned to the suit she was wearing but appeared a bit sheepish when she realized she was wearing Christa’s instead, the material straining to keep her sizeable chest under control. I played along not giving away a thing as she continued to watch me for any reaction.

“Yes ma’am. Already waiting for you in your room.”

“Thank you!”

Julie’s new top was straining to rein in her massive chest as the girls continued past me. I closed the screen door noting that Terry had returned to his laps having no one left to play with.

Christa was the first to emerge from her room dressed in a relaxed looking skirt and blouse, dress sandals adorning her feet, wet hair clinging to her head and shoulders.

“Should I prepare something for dinner for you and Mr. Jackson?” I asked.

She just shook her head, looking around the house as though looking for something but not knowing what that might be. She seemed distant and distracted until Julie’s appearance snapped her from her reverie.

“Here. Let me take that for you.” I offered.

“Thanks.” She said, passing me the bag containing her original swimsuit. I took it out to the garage, now sitting wide open and slid it inside her suitcase, stepping back inside an empty house. Looking around I caught the three on our patio trying to say goodbye without touching; Terry still wet from the pool. A few minutes passed as I wiped up the kitchen and put away the larger items from this morning. The trio came back inside this time together. Terry went to his room and shut the door as the girls came into the kitchen.

“Thanks for everything Stacy.” Julie said. “I’ve had a wonderful visit and you’ve been great. Going to be hard going back to waiting on myself.”

“Thank you ma’am. It’s been a pleasure.”

“Don’t know if I could afford you, but if you’re looking for work please let me make the first offer.” She said with a wink.

“Ready?” Christa asked, seemingly not amused. I felt the smile on my face fade away as I witnessed Julie’s diminished as well.

Julie nodded and the pair exited the garage, the inside door closing with a thud. What the hell was up with Christa, I wondered as I milled about the kitchen wondering what to do next? She made it clear that she didn’t want dinner and with the house in order and Terry in the shower I felt without direction. Not knowing what else to do I returned to my room and my lounge chair, snatching up my book from the nightstand and escaping back into its pages.

The hero had solved the crime and gotten the girl but the criminal was still eluding him when I heard the shower shut off down the hall. Several minutes later a refreshed Terry stepped into the hallway.

“Can I get you anything Mr. Jackson?” I asked, following him into the livingroom.

“No thanks Stacy. Just going to watch some TV until Christa gets back.”

“Yes sir.”

I returned to the pages of my book but my mind kept turning back to my wife. She had had quite a week and I had come to the conclusion that having to face her normal routine again was getting her down. I was pondering a way to brighten her day when I heard the Porsche growl in the driveway. Dropping the bookmark in the pages I returned to the kitchen in time to meet Christa in the doorway.

“Everything OK?” I asked, worried about her.

“Fine thanks!” she replied with a smile. It looked genuine enough and the transformation had me confused.

“Sure I can get you something? Snack? Drink?”

“No thanks Stacy. Mr. Williams and I are going to grab a bite when I take him to the airport. Speaking of that, could you pack his bag also?” she asked, as I followed her into the livingroom where he sat. Before I could answer Terry spoke up.

“All set.” He said climbing to his feet. “I packed up this morning.”

“Well then. Could you put his bag in the Boxter?”

“Yes ma’am.” I replied, retrieving his bag and taking it outside. A car was rolling down the street but after this week I didn’t care. The nonchalant way I felt towards being caught outside as Stacy had really changed since her first full day in the world. Now it was no big deal. Sure. I still wasn’t ready or planning to come out to most of the people in my life but was more confident in who I was as a person and feeling more comfortable being Stacy around other people. Those were on the list of nearly a dozen things I had wanted Stacy and I to accomplish this week and we had managed to not only scratch them all off but even added a few along the way as a bonus.

The car honked as it approached and I turned seeing Lisa behind the wheel. I waved as she passed finishing up and closing the trunk. Christa and Terry were coming out of the garage, arms wrapped around each other’s waist, but split as they approached the convertible. She got in behind the wheel and started up the car as Terry stepped up to me on the passenger side.

“Had a great time Stacy. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure sir.”

“Thanks again for everything.” He said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around my torso. I didn’t know what to say but followed suit and wrapped mine around his neck. Terry pulled back slowly and we kissed. I could feel one hand slide down to my butt and his strong hand gave it a little squeeze. 

As luck would have it, I could hear another car roll by behind me but I wasn’t about to look to see who it might be. This was one of those adrenaline building moments that were becoming more rare with experience as Stacy but one that still provided a rush I found all too appealing.

“Take care.”

OK. It was lame but the best I could manage under the unexpected circumstances.

“Thanks.”

We parted and he climbed into the passenger seat, the car rolling before the door was even closed. I sidestepped onto the grass to clear the way as the Porsche backed into the street.

“Be here when I get back Stacy.” Christa said, slipping the car into first gear and sped away, only the growl of the engine and a short blast of the horn signaling its departure. 

“Where was I going to go?” I wondered, not understanding her meaning.

What came next? I guess only time would tell. Nothing to do now but eat! I wandered back in and fried up some gyro meat, slapping it on a pita along with cucumber sauce and wolfed it down hungrily. Terry had managed to leave me with three beers so I opened one and savored its cold bite. Two sandwiches and two beers later I was satiated for the time being as far as hunger went. The kitchen clean once again I kicked back on the sofa and flipped on the ballgame, relaxing for the first time in nearly a week. During the commercial I did a few calculations in my head. Terry’s plane was outbound at 8:05 p.m. Thirty minutes early to the gate and forty-five minutes to clear security. No ticket and she would have to leave him at 6:50 p.m. Twenty minutes home in diminishing rush hour traffic and she’d be back in my arms at 7:10 p.m. I’m not sure why she still needed Stacy’s services, I finally realized, but having successfully navigated this week’s tests I was feeling particularly giddy and wouldn’t let her down.

The game was only in the third inning but the home team was already down by double digits. Seven o’clock had come and gone with no signs of Christa. Eight o’clock was approaching and still no signs of my wife or my car. It was 9:30 p.m. before I heard the garage door open and a car enter. I kicked off the television and sprinted for the master bedroom trying to get a few things in order before heading back to the kitchen where I stood anxiously in the silence. A moment later the inside garage door opened and closed.



Quiet Servitude Pt. 06



Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

Chapter 10 – Wednesday, June 11th – 9:32 p.m.

Christa stepped into kitchen and dropped her purse in the nook that acts as a catch-all when we walk into the house.

“Everyone make their flight ma’am?”

She stood there in the shadows smiling at me before stepping forward into the soft lights of the kitchen.

“Yes. Everything is running right on time in fact.”

“Glad to hear it. Mr. Williams and Ms. Jackson were nice.”

“Thank you for everything this week. With your help we were able to spend a lot of time catching up and I really needed that.” She said.

We stood face to face now studying each other for a minute before she found something else to say.

“Do I hear water running?”

“Yes ma’am. I thought you might like to take a hot bath.”

She smiled again. Her face told me she was tired but she still looked beautiful.

“Excellent. Thank you. Can you give me a hand?”

She turned towards the master bedroom and I obediently followed. By the time we got there she was already shrugging out of her blouse, passing it to me as she kicked off her sandals. I collected the items as she peeled them off. Skirt, bra and panties, they all came off quickly. The entire outfit weighed nothing in my arms as Christa turned towards the bathroom. She paused slightly when she opened the door and found the dark chamber lit by a half dozen candles spread strategically around the small space. Her back and beautiful ass was turned towards as she stepped inside so I couldn’t see the expression on her face. She continued on without missing a beat, leaving the door open as she stepped into tub, kicking the water hot water up a notch. I folded her clothes and put her sandals in the closet before switching off the bedroom lights and stepping out to the kitchen where I poured a glass of red wine.

I rapped lightly on the bathroom door, seeing Christa already reclined in the steamy water filled with a pile of bubbles. She didn’t answer but looked my way under half opened eyes. Her smile was all the encouragement I needed to step onto the tile and squat down next to the large tub. I held out the glass of wine and her smile grew even wider. From somewhere under the suds a hand emerged to take the cold glass. She took a drink and set it aside.

“Used a little too much bubble bath.” I admitted.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s perfect.” She whispered, her voice keeping with the subdued surroundings.

“Can I get you anything else?”

She started to shake her head when she changed her mind.

“Have a seat. I want to ask you a few questions.”

I dropped the toilet lid and sat down, my hands resting in my lap. For several minutes we sat in silence as she savored the bath. She wasn’t moving and I assumed she had dozed off until her hand wrapped around the neck of the glass and drew it up to her lips.

“Are you going to be here tomorrow Stacy?” she asked, returning the glass to side of the tub.

I was pondering the question, not having given it much thought, when she opened her beautiful eyes and watched me.

“I thought the plan was for me to stay on through the weekend.” I stated more than asked.

“And you would like to see it through.” She commented instead of asking.

Getting ready in the morning was a pain and the run in at the mall should have chased me away from Stacy quick now that the guests were gone, but a part of me was enjoying the part and my role. This was a double-edged sword and often a slippery slope between a transgendered person and their spouse or significant other. Push your hidden identify away and you deny yourself the opportunity to explore who you really were. Embrace the other side too enthusiastically and the deep seated fears that your spouse is harboring start to surface, namely that you’ll discover a new joy you didn’t know was possible and that you would suddenly want to make the change to the other side permanent, driving them away in the process. Most people never get the chance to really explore who they are inside or flat out deny the feelings regarding uncomfortable possibilities. This week opened my eyes to a multitude of situations and pleasures that I secretly knew I would enjoy but until they actually happened I wouldn’t know for sure. It was clear that I enjoyed being Stacy but being with my wife and satisfying her needs and wants was the ultimate pleasure. We had a great life together and that’s what I realized I really wanted after this week. I wanted to be her husband again but I needed to see this through. After returning to work and a hectic schedule I knew that Stacy might not get another chance like this.

“Yes ma’am. I’d like to finish off the week before returning to work.”

Silence ensued for a few minutes until she spoke again.

“I have to admit it’s nice to have Stacy around. I’m sure she’ll be around more in the future but I miss my husband.” She said, steeling me with another look, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

I nodded, unable to keep my eyes from turning to the floor.

“I suppose the house could use a good cleaning and the kitchen restocked before you go though.” She said, seeing the turmoil that must have been on my face. This was a constant struggle going on inside me for years that might never be settled. I was fortunate enough to have a wife that could accept and more importantly like Stacy for what she brought to our relationship and me.

My eyes met hers and we both smiled.

“I’m all set for tonight. Why don’t call it a night.”

“Thank you ma’am.” I said, somewhat bolstered by our talk.

I walked back to my room and cleaned up, feeling better as I stepped out of the shower and into a fresh pair of panties and my silk nightgown. Like other nights, the sandman was lurking around my room as soon as my head hit the pillow. Tonight however, he froze from his appointed duties when the loose board in the hallway squeaked unexpectedly. Curious, I got up from the bed and tiptoed to the door, cracking it far enough so I could see down the hallway. When I opened it though, Christa was standing just outside the door, staring at me.

“I knew you would hear that loose board.” She said, smiling conspiratorially. “May I come in?”

I opened the door to allow her access. In the moonlight flooding the room I could see she was completely naked, her skin glowing brightly. My response was based on instinct as I stepped forward and took her in arms. At first it seemed strange holding her having not done it in nearly a week but within seconds of her doing the same to me, all the familiar feelings came rushing back. My erection shot up as it had all week and I felt electrified when our lips found each other in the darkness. Our hands also began working over familiar territory, the silky fabric of my gown giving her touch a slick sensation. It wasn’t long, however, before she had stripped my body clean of clothing and she led me to the bed where we lay down trying to become one. I might have had fun playing Stacy but in those few, intense moments, Christa made me thank the stars that I was a man as she guided me inside her, my penis thrusting as deep as it could go. All the pent up frustration I had been feeling was suddenly gone in a flash as I burst forth, my face contorted at the release. We huddled together for a while, just laying there silently enjoying hearing each other breathe. When I started going again, determined to drive her to orgasm, she shook her head and rose from the bed.

“Not yet.” She whispered, her white teeth glowing in the dark. “Tomorrow Stacy. I’ll let you please me tomorrow.”

With that she turned and started for the door, my erection springing back to life at the implications.

“Yes ma’am.” I said watching her leave. “I will.”

I hope you enjoyed my story. It was a lot of fun to write and because there are so many possible endings and diverse interests amongst readers I will be exploring alternate endings in the future so please keep checking back for them if you are interested. Thanks again for your interest.

-Amanda



Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a1



Author's Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

NOTE: This chapter is an alternate ending, which replaces the existing Part 06. This section leaves off following Quiet Servitude Pt. 05.

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Chapter 10 – Wednesday, June 11th – 9:32 p.m.

Christa stepped into the kitchen and dropped her purse in the nook that acts as a catch-all when we walk into the house.

"Everyone make their flight ma'am?"

She stood there in the shadows staring at me before stepping forward into the soft lights of the kitchen.

"Yes. Everything is running right on time in fact."

"Glad to hear it. Mr. Williams and Ms. Jackson were nice."

"Thank you. It was great to be able to catch up to them. You were a big help in that." She said, but she seemed a million miles away at the time.

We stood face to face now studying each other for a minute before she found something else to say.

"Do I hear water running?"

"Yes ma'am. I thought you might like to take a hot bath."

She walked through the living room without another word and disappeared down the hall. I don't what I was supposed to be experiencing at the moment but several emotions made an appearance. I was mad, sad but mainly confused. Perhaps the departure of her friends has signaled the return to our previous life, one where she seemed to find little joy. I kicked off the lights and made my way to the master bedroom where Christa was already reclining in the hot water, the hint of bubbles hiding all her head and shoulders. Her eyes were closed and she made no move to indicate she knew I was present. I stepped back to the bed and folded her clothes, carefully setting them on the bureau before turning towards the hallway to leave.

"You did well this week Stacy. I've been impressed thus far but you did promise me that I'd have your help through the weekend so I'd like to continue our arrangement until then if that's alright."

I turned back towards the bathroom and could spot her face just above the lip of the tub, her eyes still closed. My silence must have been too long since her eyes flashed in my direction and rising eyebrow indicating that she was expecting an answer to her query. I was chewing on my lip as I pondered my response. I was having fun as Stacy but perhaps she wanted her husband back. I could lose either way so the best course of action was to tell the truth but the words didn't come. My head nodded in agreement and I could feel my turn downwards wondering if I had made the correct choice.

"Excellent. That will be all for tonight. I'll see you in the morning. Please have breakfast ready by nine, I have places to go and people to see tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled, unable to meet her gaze as I turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind me. I returned to the small bedroom that had become mine, cleaned up and slipped into bed where a fitful sleep awaited me.

Chapter 11 – Thursday, June 12th – 8:51 a.m. 

I was still in a fog despite a very hot shower. What little sleep I had managed to grab was listless to say the least. Although I received the usual rush as I got back into my role that I would play for the next four days it didn't seem as big as it had in the past. I tried a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast but even the sugar failed to give me any energy. Christa strolled up to the counter as I stifled a deep yawn.

"Good morning Stacy."

"Good morning ma'am. I have pancakes this morning and bacon. Would only take a few minutes if want eggs."

"Pancakes are fine, thank you."

She looked up at me for a moment, a flash of the old Christa appearing as quickly as it disappeared again. Her smile faded and her eyes turned to the folded newspaper lying next to her plate which she read in silence as she ate. I was just finishing up when she finally spoke again.

"I have several appointments this morning and I need you to run an errand for me." She said as she flashed those eyes again in my direction. My mouth was hanging slightly, the thought of stepping into public again wearing the crisp uniform filling me with a hearty mix of terror and exhilaration. Christa easily noticed the look I was transmitting despite my attempt to hide it.

"Don't worry." She continued. "I just need you to take some boxes over to Debbie's house for me."

I nodded, somewhat relieved.

"Of course ma'am."

"Thank you Stacy. Breakfast was great." She said as she got to her feet, slipping them into a pair of black, business pumps that matched the professional looking skirt suit that was expertly tailored to her curvaceous frame. Grabbing her hand bag from the nook she turned back, finding me standing in the kitchen.

"Debbie is going to send a driver over with their SUV. The boxes are in the garage. Please make sure they get to Debbie's and see if there is anything else she needs. Help her out if you can." Her eyes, which had been examining something on the floor I couldn't see turned up to meet me for just a second before they turned away and she was gone, the sound of the garage door rumbling into the house. I heard the car start and pull away, the garage door rumbling back into it's closed position. Silence.

Christa hadn't mentioned when Debbie's driver would be around but the doorbell rang thirty minutes later just as I had finished up in the kitchen and made the beds.

"Good morning Ms. Johnson. How are you?"

"I'm fine Hal. Thanks for asking. Here for some boxes I understand?" I asked, amazed at how casual I felt as Stacy. He nodded. "They're in the garage."

He stepped back outside and popped the hatch. I locked the front door, grabbed my purse from the nook where it too had set and stepped into the garage, noticing the half dozen boxes for the first time. The garage rumbled up again, this time with one car missing. Before I could lend a hand the SUV was loaded and Hal was back behind the wheel. With nothing left to do I started the door on it's return trip and stepped outside into the beautiful morning air. The sun was already up and the fog was burning off. It was going to be another warm day I thought as I slid into the passenger seat and we rolled. Hal was of few words as always as we neared the end of the street, prepared to merge into traffic. Apparently Christa's first appointment was at the bank as I spotted her car in the lot, one occupant behind the wheel. We stopped at the light and Hal honked, also spotting Christa's Cadillac. If she heard it, she didn't respond.

The light changed and we were off for the remaining drive over to the Hennessey's. Within minutes we landed at the front of the home which was becoming more familiar with each passing visit.

Hal had the rear hatch open and was unloading the boxes when Debbie stepped out and greeted us.

"Good morning Ms. Hennessey." I said in greeting, the formality sounding strangely familiar.

"Morning Stacy." She replied, the normal spunk replaced with a chilly tone. "Can you take those boxes up to the room you changed in on Monday? When you're done, open up the one on top there" she said, indicating the smallest box in the group. 

"Yes ma'am." I said, happy in my heels that the first box wasn't extremely heavy. I slipped inside and up the stairs where I deposited the box on the bed where I had made love to Julie earlier in the week. The thought providing more of a jolt than caffeine or sugar could ever accomplish. By the time I returned to front steps, both Debbie, Hal and the SUV were no where to be found. I snatched up the next box and hauled it to the bedroom, repeating the procedure until all six were neatly stacked on one side of the room. There were still no one about on the second floor of the home so I did as commanded and pulled the heavy duct tape from the smallest box and pulled back the flaps.

I must have stood there for an entire minute as the ramifications began to wash over me in waves. I recognized the first few articles of clothing as Stacy's from my dresser at home. A quick flip through the contents revealed the rest of the box contained even more clothing, my intimate apparel. On top was a simple, white envelope. I took it out held it in my hands for a moment, noting that it couldn't hold more than a simple sheet of paper. When my brain failed to comprehend what the hell could be happening I gave up, hoping instead that the envelope held the answers I was seeking. 

My hands were trembling unexpectedly as I slipped a manicured finger inside and drew it through with nothing resembling lady-like fashion. As expected, it held a simple sheet of white paper, neatly scribbled words I recognized as Christa's writing.

Dear Stacy,

 I didn't tell you before but after catching up with Julie and Terry it was clear that a week wasn't going to be enough to satisfy my needs. We talked it over a couple of nights ago and Julie invited me to visit her place. Debbie said her regular housekeeper would be a way for the next two weeks and that she would keep you out of trouble and put Stacy to good work so behave and take care of anything she needs as any good employee would do for their employer and I'll be back in a few days. Take care and thanks.

Love Christa

Wow. I didn't know what to say or feel. Numb was probably a good description but there was a hint of betrayal. Another couple of days playing Stacy wouldn't be bad I thought after a few minutes. I had begun to empty the boxes and set them in the closet where I hung up the rest of my clothes. Debbie walked in just as I was finishing up.

"Everything OK?" she asked, no hint of concern in her voice. The smirk she had been wearing in my presence as Stacy was gone to.

I nodded. "Yes ma'am. I understand I will be working for you until the end of the week."

"I know." She said, an ill-timed smirk appearing on her face. "But unlike Ms. Miller I am quite a bit more demanding of my staff. As you know, my regular housekeeper will be gone for the next week and a half so you will be picking up her duties while she is gone. A list of which you will find downstairs in the dining room. Get acquainted with them right now and help out in the kitchen to get lunch prepared. Just do what our cook needs done and we'll work through the list after lunch. If you need anything, please ask one of the other staff."

With that she turned on a heel and strolled from the room.

"MS. Miller?" I thought to myself. Things were definitely going to be different this week but Sunday evening was only three days away and I would just have to make due.

Chapter 11 – Thursday, June 12th – 12:15 p.m. 

I had set up the dining room table as instructed and had brought various items to Mrs. Hennessey. Her husband, however, had decided to work from his home office where I split my time and attention. He was far less demanding once I brought his lunch, which he poked and prodded as he worked, oblivious to my coming and goings. I didn't desire to start any conversation and retired back to the dining room and Debbie, who managed to keep me on my toes, a sure sign of things to come. My duties in the Hennessey household were going to be very real, in sharp contrast to the play acting I had been doing at home. Any apprehension on my part quickly faded as the first two days came and went, the long list of chores having kept me busy. I was told that Sunday would normally be a day off from my duties but since this was my only week in the employ of the Hennessey's that I would have some things to do that day as well. 

Saturday morning met my eyes when I peeled them open. It had been another restless night and I was thankful that there would only be one more night before I could finally crawl back into my own bed and hopefully resume a normal life that didn't involve high heels or uniforms. As enlightening as my life had become with Stacy in it, I was eager to take a break from all the shaving I was doing as I stared into the mirror once again following the brief, hot shower.

The daily regiment in the house allowed me to fall into step with the flow relatively easy and the pattern became predictable until Debbie caught up with me in the hall with an armload of bed sheets.

"Stacy. I need you run to the store and pick up some items for our cook. Hal will take you up there and drop you off while he runs another errand."

I froze slightly, aware once again how I was dressed. Debbie must have noticed my discomfort and after receiving nothing but cold admonishment from her the last two days I could only expect that I would be returning to the store dressed in my current pink and white uniform.

"Go ahead and get changed into something more casual. Hal is downstairs waiting on you so don't take too long. The account card is in the glove box. Hurry back. We still have a lot of work to do."

Relieved beyond belief, I nodded vigorously.

"Yes ma'am." I said, turning to my room where I deposited the sheets in the corner for later and quickly got changed into a pair of jeans and loose blouse and flats. It was clear that the usual store at the end of the street wasn't our destination so my mind began to ponder the possibilities as I gathered up my purse and hurried downstairs and out the front door. As promised, Hal was behind the wheel as I slipped into the passenger seat. By the time we were out into traffic I had the account card and knew we were headed half way across town to an up-scale grocery store that sold the typical produce at three times the price. I couldn't help but laugh at that fact as we rode in silence as we neared our destination. Because I wasn't driving I wouldn't have time to hesitate in the parking lot. After several days, I was far less hung up on going into such a public place now as Stacy and started to climb out as soon as we pulled up to the front door.

"I'll be waiting out here in twenty minutes." He said, as though reading my mind.

"Got it. Thanks." With that, I slammed the door and watched him pull away, my only refuge pulling away into the distance. Feeling a bit vulnerable suddenly in the front of the store I walked inside, dropped my purse in the cart and tried to get on with the task at hand as I navigated towards the nearest aisle to get away from the bulk of the people. I fished out the list, figured out what products were around me and managed to concentrate on shopping rather than who was around me and what they were thinking. Half way through the list I realized that I had forgotten that I was a man, standing in the middle of the store dressed as a woman. Perhaps I was reaching a comfort level required by a transsexual who needs to live life without worrying about those around them. 

My reverie was short lived however when an old woman in aisle three, hands firmly dripping the handle of her cart, stood staring as I approached, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. I guess we really can't fool everyone all the time and for the remainder of the shopping trip my attention was once again on the shoppers around me. I suspected at this point that feeling comfortable enough as Stacy to live this way full time was not something I could choose to do. But in life, sometimes decisions can be made for us as I soon found out as I stood in the checkout lane. It had taken me nearly a half an hour to grab the required groceries in the unfamiliar store so I knew that upon exiting I should find Hal waiting and wouldn't have to stand awkwardly out front.

The clerk rang up the groceries without incident and I handed her the account card. I had the cart in motion and was headed quickly for the door. Although I had every expectation that Hal would be waiting, I was disappointed to find that he was no where to be found. As I feared, I was standing out in the open. In hopes of escaping increased scrutiny I slid down from the front door to a less traveled path where I could keep a look out for the familiar vehicle if it entered the lot.

And that's when it caught my eye.

Lined up like obedient soldiers were a row of paper boxes. Car fliers, real estate magazines and newspapers were available, but it was the local newspaper box that drew my attention.

I pulled the cart off to the side and slid over to the box, oblivious to the world around me. It was headline that caught my eye but the opening of the story held it. The name of my company was plastered across the front and a story about missing company funds ran on in great detail. I had no idea who could have been behind such a scheme but there were a few slime balls who were capable of something like that and now, it seems, it had caught up with them. My heart skipped a few beats when I reached the bottom of paragraph one and found my name there. It seems, that I alone had been implicated in the scheme and that the police were looking for me. Without a care of anything going on around me I dropped my purse and knelt down trying to read more but it ran behind the window. I fumbled for my purse and snatched out my wallet, praying that the emergency change I kept inside for a phone call would be enough. I took a quick look around but none of the people were looking my way. Stacy, it seems, could walk around the town without anyone thinking I was the town's most wanted. As I loaded in the change I took another look around and spotted Hal turning in from the street. I couldn't believe Christa had anything to do with any of this but if I didn't do it then Debbie was the prime suspect. And until I had some answers, Hal couldn't know anything was up. I fumbled with the door as soon as the change hit bottom and nearly had it slip from my hands before snatching up three copies of the paper before the door slammed shut again. I tossed the extras back on top and quickly unfolded, aghast at seeing a cropped photo of me from the company Christmas party last year. I stepped to the cart, trying desperately to hide the paper inside one of the plastic sacks just as Hal pulled up in the handicap spot behind me, my shaking frame hiding my work until the last possible second.

I heard the door open and the rear hatch pop. Convinced that I could do no more to hide the paper in the thin, white, plastic sacks, I turned and tried to smile, pulling the cart towards the curb. Hal stepped up and started loading the bags while I tried to keep my on which one held the paper. I spotted it just as Hal's grip grabbed hold and he set it inside, the print clearly visible but fortunately, not the story. He closed the hatch without apparently noticing it and we were on our way back home, my head swimming with complications. I couldn't tip Debbie off but needed to get home and get a hold of Christa for help. I would play along like the subservient employee and slip out in the evening and make my way back home and hide out until I could figure out what was happening.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a1



We turned back down the streets and I was happy that we were able to ride in silence without tipping off Hal that anything was wrong. I assumed that we would be home free literally until we turned down the street and Hal pulled into the drive, parking behind was clearly an unmarked police car. He seemed oblivious to this fact, popped the rear hatch and walked towards the garage. Clearly I would be taking the groceries inside. I walked around to the rear of the vehicle and was tempted to snatch the paper from the bag but the front door opened and Debbie stepped out with two serious looking men in two. I watched them through the tinted windows as they climbed back in their vehicle and pulled away. Debbie waved and smiled until they were out of side and then turned, starting right at me even though she couldn't see me through the darkened glass. Once the car was away she turned and walked towards me.

I snatched up several bags and pretended that I didn't know she was approaching. Faking the unexpected encounter I tried to look started and smiled, unable to think of a single thing to say. Debbie, however, wasn't at a loss for words.

"Hello Stacy. Everything go alright at the market?"

I stuttered, confused that she didn't let on that anything out of the ordinary was happening despite clearly being questioned about me. Finally snapping out of it I replied.

"No ma'am. Nothing wrong. Everything went fine."

She nodded and stepped passed me.

"Let me give you a hand." She said, taking up the rest of the sacks, the one in her left hand holding the paper I wanted desperately to read.

"Thank you ma'am." I said, following her into the house where we navigated the path to the kitchen. She set down the bags on the counter and I did my best to nonchalantly load mine in front of hers. I only hoped she wasn't so cooperative to suddenly decide to help unpack them or the paper, which hadn't been on the shopping list, would tip her off that I knew something extraordinary was happening and that I must suspect her. This might have started out as a game, but it had suddenly taken a very serious turn. Hopefully Christa and I could straighten it all out. I needed to get home.

I started to unload the items from the bags nearest me, hoping Debbie would lose interest and go back to her own work, leaving me free to liberate the newspaper and at least get it someplace safe where I could finish the story.

"Don't bother with that Stacy. Albert," who had just re-entered the kitchen, "will take of all that. I need you to finish up on the beds."

The sheets were still piled in my room.

"Yes ma'am." I said, walking upstairs, not knowing if Mrs. Hennessey had gone about her business or was standing in the kitchen examining the results of her handy work. Fortunately, the kitchen was on the way to the basement laundry so I raced upstairs in record time to retrieve the bed sheets and to back track downstairs where I hoped to retrieve the paper. I tried to act casual as I stepped onto the tile but I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest and my eyes darting around the room, trying desperately to see who was around. Only the cook was in the kitchen but all of the bags had been unloaded and the ware setting out on the counter. He was busy with other chores so whether he unloaded the items or Debbie had I didn't know. She wasn't around and with the cooks back turned I wiggled myself up close to the counter, laundry in hand, and grabbed the paper with my fingertip. I tucked tightly up under the bed sheets and tried to hold it there just as Tommie turned from the sink.

"Need something Stacy?" he asked, the permanent scowl on his face.

I simply shook my head. "Nothing thanks. Anything to go in the laundry?" I motioned with the laundry and he looked around for a moment before tossing a handful of kitchen towels on my pile and returned to his work. I took it as a sign to run and in moments I was down in the basement, washer running and my body tucked behind the furnace with paper in hand. I had been Stacy for seemingly forever now and the picture of me in a business suit looked almost alien to me. But I shook it off and turned to the story, keeping a wary eye on the stairs, the only access to the basement, while I wildly scanned the pages. The story read like pure fiction, a wild tale of company greed. It seems that I alone had cooked the books and had made off with some cash. Not a terribly huge amount, but just enough to qualify for ten to fifteen up the river. Just great. I was so screwed and the window of opportunity to gain my freedom was growing smaller with each passing hour. There were a few friends I could count on even with the police looking for me so we had room to move if I could just get a hold of Christa. That meant getting home.

"Is there something I can do for you Mrs. Hennessey?" Tommie asked her as she stepped back into the kitchen. 

"No thanks Tommie. Just wondering if Stacy picked up everything you needed."

He scanned the counter, unsure exactly what it was she needed.

"Yes ma'am. Looks like everything that was on the list."

Debbie was starting down at the counter, a devilish grin on her face.

"Excellent. Glad to hear she's working out." She said, handing him the receipt from the morning shopping trip and returning to the living room.

I wanted to scream from the very bottom of my lungs but managed to stifle the nearly overwhelming urge. The remainder of the afternoon would be a nightmare. Trying desperately to maintain a sense of normality in the house, while completing my required chores was going to take all of self control. I only hoped that by burying myself in the assigned duties that I would be able to push away thoughts of my escape and make the afternoon go that much faster. The dryer buzzed and my thoughts were back to the task at hand as I was powerless to do anything right now. I folded up the paper and wedged it in the rafters, hoping it would go undiscovered, and began folding the load of laundry that had tumbled to a stop.

Chapter 12– Thursday, June 12th – 7:00 p.m. 

Dinner was scheduled late to correspond to Mr. Hennessey's schedule. Of all nights, it had to be tonight. As if that hadn't been bad enough, it seemed to me that Debbie could not have eaten slower. If I didn't know better I would say that she was intentionally dragging out the meal. The last couple of meals shared together passed without barely a word between them. Tonight, however, Debbie droned on about everything and anything, hardly taking a bite when she came up for air.

I moved between the dining room and the kitchen, fulfilling each request and trying to usher on the meal but volunteering to clear away as many dishes as I could get away with. I had been hopping from chore to chore all day and my heels were killing me. I was convinced that it would be after dark before I could make my escape, so maybe it was better this way. The meal had to be coming to an end and Mr. Hennessey, who could never sit still for more than five minutes was getting antsy to return to his office to escape, I can only imagine, his wife who began to get on my nerves as the hours of servitude passed.

Unexpectedly, Debbie abandoned the remainder of her dessert and promptly rose to her feet.

"That will be all for tonight Stacy. Clean up the dishes and call it a night."

She turned and strolled after her husband.

"Yes ma'am." I replied, trying not to sound overly excited.

The dishes made the trip back to the kitchen in record time and were deftly passed off to Tommie who didn't look overly enthused to receive them. With my chores done for the night I hurried my way back to my room and quickly slid out my uniform, putting on my jeans, a thin sweater and my tennis shoes for the long walk home. I had managed to make it this long but couldn't wait any longer. The Hennessey's were night owls and I knew that trying to sneak out and back in through the security was impossible so I went the other route and announced that I was going for a walk.

As luck would have it, I had run into Glenn and he barely acknowledged my departure with a slight wave as he continued to scan the fax he held in his hand. I was moving quickly out the front door when a voice caught up with me.

"Going out Stacy?" Debbie asked, stepping up the front steps as I was ready to pull the door closed.

"Ah, yes ma'am. I thought I would get some fresh air."

I swallowed hard, wanting to run for my life but I knew I had to remain calm. I kept my eyes on her although I desperately wanted to push them up passed her as though I would be able to see my home from the front porch.

"Do you need to go somewhere? I could have Hal drive you."

I shook my head. "Just going for a walk ma'am."

Debbie and I changed places, her frame sliding into the house as I stepped onto the porch.

"Don't be gone too long" she said. "Or I'll have to send out Hal to find you."

She tried to laugh as I walked away, but it sounded more like a cackle. I couldn't let her know that I was trying to make my way back to my own home so as I hit the bottom of the driveway I turned right, away from the closest path that would have gotten me to my destination. I had a handful of cash on me but the odds of having a taxi swing down the street seemed long so I made the most of it and picked up speed once I felt the weight of her stare off of my back.

I couldn't contain myself any longer and had broken from a jog to a near sprint, as the yards went by. I could feel the strain of sweat breaking through the makeup I was wearing and the stubble starting to come out as I crossed several yards and returned to my own street, trying to slow to a walk to keep from arousing any suspicion. I had worked my way closer, and had come up on a side street. From that spot, I could see from the back of the house that the lights were off and the entire house was still dark. The light of the day was failing and I decided to approach through the backyard and slip into the house unseen. The neighbors weren't out and I didn't see any inquiring faces looking out so I slipped up to the back door and tried the handle. My anal attentive nature knew it would be locked but I tried it just the same. I didn't have a key to the doorwall. Taking one last look around I made my way around the house and came to a heart stopping halt in my tracks, frozen just as I stepped onto the driveway. My brain failed to comprehend what my eyes seemed to be telling me!

Chapter 13– Thursday, June 12th – 7:38 p.m. 

I couldn't believe it! If it wasn't so quiet there standing on my driveway I probably wouldn't have noticed the heavy breathing. Maybe the heaving of my breasts would have given away the first signs of a panic attack quickly coming on but my eyes were locked on the bright yellow sign in front of me. 'SOLD' was blazoned across the tiny placard setting straight in a groove along the top of the wooden support announcing to the world that the house in which I called home had changed hands. It couldn't have happened officially of course but with all the things going on it looked like my goose had been cooked. It was clear that Christa had sold me out and had no intention of returning.

My head was spinning at the ramifications and I felt dizzy so I considered dropping to ground right there but staggered towards the front porch where I sat down to catch my breath. Another set of boxes waited me on the porch, three small boxes to be exact. There was no way they held all of my belongings. A note, similar to the last, was taped to the side but I couldn't open it. Instead, I hoped for the best and stood, fishing my keys from my front pocket.

But it was no use. The locks had been changed. I stepped to the side and took a peek through the narrow gap in the closed front curtains. My heart sank as it could clearly see nothing that should have been clearly visible. The beige carpet and neutral walls were the only thing in view. The couch and Terry Redlin paintings were gone. I presumed everything else was long gone as well.

I was too tired to cry, but the start of tears were beginning to form. It wasn't something I needed to do but I needed to read the note for answers. It was getting late so I'd have to abandon the boxes, which could only hold the last of my feminine attire, and get back before Debbie got suspicious. Time was running short as the last of the daylight was fading. The front lights flipped on, casting the driveway in a ghostly glow. At least the porch upon which I had previously owned only a few days ago was cast in shadow. I snatched the note from the box and used the last of my strength to pull it open. This time, it was written on a fax, in familiar handwriting of Christa's. Which meant that I was on the run from society as I knew it and would be faced to either turn myself in or live in a den of traitors, hell-bent on keeping me under control and under their thumb. 

I had caught a couple of words on the sheets my didn't comprehend anything. Instead, I crumpled up the fax in my hands adorned with painted nails and stuffed it in the nearest box just as an SUV approached down the street and pulled into the driveway. When the headlights shut off I could make out the forms of two individuals in the car. The driver's door opened and Hal stepped out. From the dome light, I could tell that Debbie was seated in the passenger seat, her face hidden in shadow.

The rear hatch on the truck popped open as Hal stepped up.

"Let me get those for you Stacy." He said, the true sound of regret in his voice. Maybe he had been through the same ordeal.

"Thank you Hal." I muttered. I rose to my feel and followed him to the car where I silently climbed into the backseat where we rode 'home' without another word. It didn't seem real to me as we got out and I walked to my room to get cleaned up. Hal deposited the boxes and withdrew.

I climbed from the shower and huddled on the bed, wrapped in a robe. The house had grown quiet and it was clear that my day at least had come to and end. There would be no more answers.

Chapter 14– Friday, June 13th – 8:04 a.m. 

The sense of dread hit me first when I awoke the next morning. I could tell from the burning that I must have cried at some point during the night but didn't remember it. The other sensation I was experiencing was a headache, the likes of which I had never felt. Instead of a sharp pain, it was a dull thud as though my brain had been bouncing around inside my skull. The bed in which I lay felt like my only refuge now but it was morning and time to get ready once again for another day. Shower, shave, makeup, wig adjustment and clothes. The routine that had once elicited a quickening of the pulse was now a chore that I had come to dread. As my mind wandered, trying to find an angle out of the mess in which I now resided, it came up empty. My hands were on autopilot now so before I knew it, I was dressed and ready to go again with my chores. At the appointed time of 9 o'clock I made my way downstairs to begin the day.

Instead of the normal, hurried state of the household, it was relatively quiet. Hal and Tommie were nowhere to be found and Mr. Hennessey apparently had had an early morning appointment. Debbie was sitting at the dining room table when I walked in.

"Good morning ma'am." I said, taking up my dutiful place near her side.

"Have a seat Stacy. I have something for you."

I did as I was commanded and took the seat immediately to her right. I had no idea what she had in mind but there were several bulky envelopes next to her. It had gotten to the point where my subconscious mind couldn't find any hope now in anything an envelope might contain. Without another word, she slid the first item my way and I opened it with trembling hands, placing the contents out in front of me.

It was a collection of various documents from credit card receipts to bank statement to phone records and emails. It was clear that the various bank accounts, from far flung establishments all over the globe in my name were the tool used to illegally gather and wash the funds I had supposedly stolen. The emails and phone records, associated from my office phone after hours were another damning bit of evidence. It was clear that Debbie had planned everything out carefully since she could easily have constructed it all from her own desk just outside my office. When I was done I gathered up the slips of paper, returned them to their envelope and set it aside, eyeing Debbie without a hint of emotion. She was smiling when the next item was slid in front of me.

I opened it and slid out the contents. The first item I picked up and flipped over was a drivers license with the name Stacy Johnson on it. My heart sank as I stared at the official document and the permanency it represented. The picture looked enough like me to pass too and it didn't dawn on me for a few moments that the face staring back from me was that of the makeup artist I had first met only a week earlier.

"It wasn't cheap, my it was worth it. She took the cash, dropped out of her classes and went home. If it's any consolation, she had regrets after she left the secretary of state."

I nodded as I examined the other items, a fabricated birth certificate, social security card and two credit cards rounded out the inventory.

"You're quite thorough." I said, gathering up what little I could cling to in the way of an identity.

"Don't be so hard on us. You have an excellent credit rating and several thousand dollars of credit on those card." She said, chuckling.

The largest envelope came last and was holding a video tape devoid of any markings.

"That's a little memento you can watch tonight but I thought I'd give it to you now to pique your interest!"

This delicious game was far too entertaining to this bitch, I thought to myself as I sat there, my head still throbbing.

"Thank you." I managed to meekly respond.

"Don't mention it. Now then. You look like you're sitting there with the entire weight of the world on your shoulders but that doesn't do me any good. I need a housekeeper who is totally committed to her duties here and to find her inside you, I will need to drive out the last vestiges of your old self. My previous housekeeper didn't go on vacation, she has changed employers. You, my dear, will be her replacement for the foreseeable future. And before you get any ideas about Christa coming to your rescue, I will tell you that everything that is happening to you was thought up by her. She came to me with a plan that I found quite delicious, and after hearing it all I signed on happily since I would be in the market for a new housekeeper and found the challenge in transforming you into an obedient, prissy little woman simply irresistible. You must admit though that the idea isn't totally unacceptable to you. In a way, maybe you'll eventually thank us for helping you become the woman you really wished you had the courage to become on your own."

I pondered the idea for a moment but knew that even though it was true, she wasn't going to get any thanks from me.

"Granted, I didn't really want to resort to blackmail, but Christa thought might be the only way to get us over the hump and set us all on a new journey. If you play along and be a good little girl and do as I say, everything will be alright. If not, that pretty little ass of yours will make someone a nice little bitch in prison. If you sweated during your time in the mall security office just wait until you find yourself in a real facility with some prospective boyfriends."

She paused for a moment to catch her breath and relish the moment.

"Now it's clear that you will require some additional obedience training and some other skills to help you through life and those will begin later today. For now, I need to know that we're on the same page and that you are ready to take up your role as the subservient maid in this household." She took the glass of clear liquid, which had been sitting in front of her since I sat down and slid it across the table in front of me.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a1



"I understand that one of your favorite movies is Total Recall." She continued. "So this scene should look relatively familiar."

My eyes were locked on the glass in front of me as I listened to her words, unable to understand where she was headed with all this.

"In the movie, Mr. Schwarzenegger is presented with the story that he has suffered a schizoid embolism and that the doctor talking to him was merely an implant. The good doctor hands him a pill and tells him to swallow it. There isn't anything to it he says but rather that it is a symbol of his desire. The glass in front of you is just such a symbol of your obedience to me. Picking it up and drinking it will show me that you recognize my authority and that you too are giving up some of your freedom to my wishes. Go ahead and drink it."

I hesitated for a moment and lifted the glass to my lips, but stopped just short.

"That's a good girl. Drink up. If you do, you'll be going on your errand today in your casual attire. If not, you'll be going out in that pretty little French maid outfit I hear you like so much."

I tipped back the glass and drank it completely down, a slight bitter taste left in my mouth.

"Happy?" I asked, finally able to make eye contact.

"It's a start." She replied. "We'll start chiseling away at that attitude this afternoon. It also appears that you're still harboring some home behind those pretty eyes of yours and until we extinguish that, I don't think we'll make any real progress. You still think that I'm holding something over Christa's head and that she'll return and rescue you from your new life."

I didn't answer her one way or another. The outlook on Christa not being involved seemed slim but I wasn't ready to give up all hope.

"Did you ever wonder how you managed to embezzle all that money? I certainly had my work cut out for me framing you in that but I couldn't have done it without all the personal information Christa provided me. In fact, I know more about you than the credit agencies do." She said, chuckling again. "Or what about you temporary incarceration at the mall, hmmmm? Think it was strictly a coincidence that the one receipt that would have cleared you was the only one not in the bags but in Christa's purse? Think she just happened to take it out of her purse when she came looking for you in case you had been arrested for shoplifting that bag of goods? Come on now. Who do you think reported you in the first place to store security anyway?"

Debbie's teeth were showing like a snarling wolf, her wide grin growing even larger at my obvious discomfort.

"But it's clear by your demeanor that you are still unconvinced."

I didn't know if it was indeed my demeanor or the pounding headache which continued to throb in the veins at my temples that make me unruly. If was she was telling me a lie, the pieces fit wickedly together and sounded valid. 

Debbie then lifted several sheets of paper near her on the table revealing her cell phone.

"Did you get all this?" she asked the tiny phone. I was confused at first until I heard the roaring laughter on the other end. When that started to die down, a familiar voice came on the line.

"Sorry Debbie." The voice continued laughing. "I had the phone on mute. . . ."

It was Christa's voice coming across the crackling cell call.

"Glad you enjoyed it. You should see the look on her face. Better yet, here you go!" Debbie picked up the phone and before I knew it, the phone flash went off and my low-res pictures was winging itself off her to some unknown locale.

The line went quiet for a few minutes before the laughter began again.

"Poor thing." Christa said mockingly. "Don't look so down. You'll be so much happier as the woman you always wanted to be and I just needed to move on to something better."

"I don't think she's figured it all out yet Christa. Maybe you should explain that your old roommate Terry really was a woman and that gorgeous man you were screwing right in front of Stacy was someone you picked up one night almost a year ago and had been finding time to fuck whenever you could find the time when your dutiful husband was busy at work. Even doing it in your own bed at home too!"

The laughter was in stereo at my own expense. I was just too stunned to speak as I continued to stare at the tiny phone as it began to utter words again from a woman who I thought I knew and trusted.

"And what about Julie?" Christa asked rhetorically. "Also a college roommate but I haven't heard from her in years. The woman you met was merely someone I befriended and hired to play a part. I must admit that she was far more convincing than I thought possible. She was having so much fun. I wasn't going to tell her the motivation behind my plan but after I did she almost returned the money I gave her. It seems she was all too willing to fuck up the life of any man she could. A truly bitter woman but she would be thrilled at the results of her work."

The voice stopped for a moment while noise could be heard in the background of the call.

"Hey Stacy. How are things?" It was Terry's voice or the person who played Terry. "Just wanted to say thanks for the blowjob. If it's any consolation, you're the second best blow I've every had."

I could hear giggling in the background.

"Have fun Stacy!" Christa finally said. "We're going to be all over the place Debbie but I'll be sure to check in every so often so you can give me updates on how the bitch is working out for you."

"Ta-ta dear. Talk to you soon!"

Debbie pushed the disconnect button and sat there.

"If that didn't convince you, I don't know what will. Are your ready for your first lesson?"

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled, aware that my head was in a fog and my willpower was non-existent. I had been beaten and was now resolved to my fate which rested in her hands.

"Excellent. Now run upstairs, get dressed in something casual, get your purse and meet Hal out front."

Without another word, I rose to my feet and walked upstairs, feeling as though I were walking through water.

Chapter 14– Friday, June 13th – 9:55 a.m. 

We had been in the car now for twenty minutes, with Hal behind the wheel. It was better that way because I was in no condition to drive as I sat there, my purse in my lap. The nice part of town had receded long ago and the less desirable areas were coming into view. Property values were way down and many of the storefronts were empty or abandoned. I wouldn't have been surprised if I was headed for sale at a slave market down here where the alcoholics and drug users walked the sidewalks by day and the prostitutes by night. Hal much have sensed my discomfort because he spoke up as we finally left the traffic and came to stop at a small warehouse with no signs posted. A single door was visible on this side of the building.

"This won't be so bad if you try to enjoy it. Chances are it will be as much pleasure as it will be work so give it a chance."

I shrugged, unable to put up any kind of resistance.

"Let's go." With that, he stepped out and I followed him towards the building where he held the door open for me and we walked inside. The room that greeted us was nothing that I expected. Instead of a gloomy opening it looked like a doctor's waiting room, with a receptionist at a small desk in the corner and several people sitting around watching TV or reading the magazines from the old coffee table sitting in the middle.

"Have a seat Stacy. I'll let them know you're here." I took a seat, no longer caring who the others were or what they thought of a man sitting in their midst wearing a skirt. I might have been feeling lethargic as I sat there but my mind was interested in what could be happening. I spied Hal signing the guest book and hand an envelope to the receptionist who had a Goth look to her. She smiled at Hal who walked away without looking back and nodded in my direction before returning to her work.

Several people left the waiting room while I sat there in silence but none came back out the single door leading deeper into the building.

After several minutes of anticipation, it was apparently my turn.

"Stacy?" the receptionist called out. I stepped up to the small desk and stared at her in anticipation. In return she stared at me, wondering if I had a question. When it was apparent that I didn't and knowing that this was my first visit she smiled and nodded in understanding.

"Sorry. Your turn." She said, motioning towards the door. "Just try to relax and have fun."

"Thanks."

I turned on a heel and walked through the door, eager to unveil the mystery. If anything, the waiting room had heightened my anticipation but I still felt as though I were floating in a dream, unable to muster any real energy. I stepped through the door and found myself in a long hallway, with numerous doors on either side. No pictures. No numbers on the door. No carpet. The term non-descript even failed to do it justice. I took a few tentative steps down the hallway, unsure of what to do, when a door behind me opened and a young woman stepped out and looked my way.

"Are you Stacy?"

I nodded.

"In here today." She said, stepping back inside, allowing me to follow. The room was small, similar in size to a doctors examining room, but it wasn't really decorated that way. There were two dressers in the room on opposite walls adjacent to the door and a plain mirror on the remaining wall. There were no other pictures on the wall I noticed when I stepped in. The only other item, which could even be considered a feature were two small, yellow lights mounted in the wall next to the door opening. The woman was a short brunette with a slim and athletic figure; quite striking if my head wasn't swimming in a fog that kept me from thinking straight. The morning's events had affected me, but it was clear now that the show of obedience earlier with Debbie wasn't simply a glass of water as I had originally suspected.

The woman finished consulting a clipboard and turned herself back to me, running an examining eye up and down my body, taking in the details.

"Do you know why you're here today?" she asked, with a smile that seemed sincere and friendly.

"No ma'am. I don't have a clue. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." She said approvingly as she made a note on the clipboard. "It's actually better if the client comes in with no reconceived notions. I also understand that you were recommended by one of our best customers who is picking up the tab for the experience here. Since you are the one here, however, I need you to sign this form stating that you are here willingly. What you will experience here has been designed to be intense for a purpose and we just need to know that you are up for it."

She passed me the clipboard and indicated where to sign. I took the pen and without any hesitancy, I signed my name, Stacy Jackson with no hesitation. I wanted to stop and read it but my hand held it out for her to take.

"Great. Ready to get started?"

I looked around, unable to understand what exactly it was I was supposed to do.

"It's natural to be disoriented when you first come here but don't worry. The staff here will tell you often exactly what we want you to do and what not to do. If they haven't told you to do something, just stay put and don't do anything. The key to your individual program is obedience. Right now, you have a choice of giving us your cooperation. If you want to do something you'll do it. If you don't want to do something you try to resist and we coerce you into doing it. In some cases, you will be restrained and we will force you do to things you normally wouldn't want to do. Eventually, we will lead you down a path towards your goal. After we have worked together for a while and have tailored your experience to match with your personality we hope that we will move you closer to the objective selected for you. When we ask you to do things in the future two things will happen if we're successful. One, you will do those things asked of you without hesitation. This may sound logical now if you wish to do them, the key is to overcome the resistance you my harbor and to allow you to carry out those tasks willingly no matter what they are as long as you are commanded by key people in your life. The second goal involves doing the bidding of others in the hopes that your obedience brings them pleasure. There are those who find pleasure in commanding others and those who find pleasure in being commanded to obey. We understand that you like to be dominated but are unable to enjoy the situations because you feel guilty. We will drive our your ability to resist the commands and this in turn will provide you with the pleasure you enjoy without having to deal with guilt."

I nodded, unable to usher any feelings of resistance.

"Great. Let's get started. We are here in what we call the preparation room. It is here where we start most new recruits and where you will prove to us that you have the capacity and willingness for obedience. After I leave this room, you will have four simple task to accomplish. After I leave, you will remove all of your clothing. Top, skirt, bra, panties, shoes, everything. You can keep your earrings in and rings if you like but everything else goes in here." she said, pulling open the top drawer. She pulled opened the bottom drawer of the other dresser and pulled out two items and set them on top, a pair of handcuffs and what looked like a small sack, the opening held closed with elastic.

"Second, you will remain here until the first light on the wall here goes on." She said, motioning to the top light of the pair. "At that time, you will remove the contents of the top drawer here and get dressed in the items you find. You will remain here until the second light goes on and we're ready for you. You will immediately put on the hood and cuff your hands behind your back as so. When those two items are in place, you will open the door and step through, letting the door close behind you. You will then stand off to the side with your back against the wall and remain there until someone comes for you. If anyone asks you a question, you will now respond with 'Yes mistress or yes master.' Is this all perfect clear?"

I nodded again but only received a raised eyebrow. Apparently this was test number one.

"Yes mistress." I said, bowing my eyes in deference.

"Excellent." With that final approval she turned and left the room. I eyed the two small lights mounted in the wall and having no idea how long they were going to remain dark and not wanting to start out this bizarre adventure in a hole, I slowly began to undo the row of buttons running down the front of my blouse. As the seconds ticked by, two things happened. First, I grew worried that the first light would tick away and I wouldn't be ready so my fingers began to work faster, tugging at the button and zipper that held my black skirt in place. The second thing that happened was the rush of excitement I felt as the layers of clothing came off. The trembling of my fingers grew greater as the remaining items came off. When I had met the requirement I folded my clothes and placed them neatly in the drawer and closed it. Now that I had completed the first step and the two lights were still dark, I had nothing else to do. I stood there examining my naked form in the mirror, my penis clearly erect and my senses aroused. Stroking my penis gently as I studied the mixture of woman and man reflection it dawned on me that I could be called upon to finish my tasks and step from the room, the erection still present. I pulled my hand away hoping it would recede back to its normal state but the erotic nature of this place kept it in place. I could only hope that whatever clothing waited inside the drawer would help hide it. I would know soon enough as the first light sprang to life. I opened the drawer with trembling hands and pulled out the few items it contained. Any hopes of hiding my erect penis were dashed when I took out the panties, bra style top and low pair of slip-on heels.

I excitedly slipped on the panties and, as expected, the erection hung straight out against the flimsy lace. The bra sat flat against my round pecs with nothing there to press against the see through cups. I ran my hands across the frilly, ivory colored material and felt a rush of excitement course through my body. Watching my form move around in the mirror enhanced the feelings even more. As the minutes passed the joy started to subside slightly although the erection carried on. Guilt at enjoying such a bizarre experience began to set in slowly at first.

The guilt began to grow until finally I didn't feel as though I could enjoy myself dressed this way. There would probably be hell to pay when Debbie found out but I knew I couldn't stay. I had convinced myself that leaving was the only thing to do and went to retrieve the clothes I wore coming in.

But the top drawer in which I had put them was now empty. I ran a hand to the back but came up empty again. I tried the other drawers further down but they were just as empty.

My breathing grew heavy and fast as I pondered how my mysterious host had managed to make off with them but came up empty. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Either way I was suddenly faced with making a decision as the second light came alive like the first.

My pulse quickened as the tiny bulb continued to burn. I was racked with indecision until both lights flickered out.

"Oh my God!" I cried. What if I was too late? I quickly stepped into the shoes which fit perfectly, pulled the hood over my head, stunned by the complete darkness and fumbled to get the handcuffs in place behind my back. My wrists could feel the cold metal as I turned around, trying to find the doorknob. It took several precious seconds to locate it but I managed to pull the door towards me a few inches and work my fingers into the crack until I could put a heel inside and push it all the way open.

I did as commanded and stepped gingerly into the hallway. I eased the door shut behind me but stopped when I heard a noise coming from down. I frozen, with my back against the door. Hearing more voices now, I tried to push my way back inside the safety of the room but the door had latched! I tried for the handle and managed to grip it but it slipped in my sweaty hands. The sounds grew closer but it was clear that the handle, no matter how dry my hand, simply wasn't going to give way. The door was locked and I wasn't going to get back in the room.

From the sounds of the shoes on the hard floor and the murmur of the conversation, I deduced that two people where approaching, and having nowhere to hide I stoop up straight and tried to blend into the fake woodwork. The comments from the pair walking by, clearly one man and one woman I knew now, changed from normal conversation to comments that were clearly directed at my appearance. 

The hood in front of me flapped as my breathing grew heavy again, the heat of the breath on my face. My erection, which had calmed down somewhat in the room was again totally unmanageable as it struck out from my torso. I could hear the pair pass by, the cool air following them rushing past my nearly naked form. I was so hard and stiff I wanted to end the delicious agony but they had planned ahead and made sure to clearly state that my hands were to be cuffed behind my back. They knew exactly how I would react; even more so than I knew myself!

I heard a door down the hall open and after it closed again I knew the couple had gone through it. The hall belonged solely to me once again. Remembering my instructions carefully, I shuffled slowly to the side and took up a place next to the door jamb with my hands pressed against the wall behind me. 

It went on like that that for twenty minutes as various people came and went. Few made it past me without comment and even if fewer walked by without stopping to say a few words. It was an ego boost to hear compliments from most but it soon passed when they began to comment on the frilly bra and very unfeminine-like bulge in the front of my matching panties. I could sense a few coming closer or imagined them reaching out towards me but no one laid a finger on me. I found the sense of disappointment to be quite interesting.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a2



Author's Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

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Chapter 14 - Friday, June 13th - 1:03 p.m.

It didn't take long for a few answers to trickle in when I felt the air rush by from the door being pulled silently open.

"Hello Stacy." A woman's voice said from beyond the portal.

"Hello Mistress." 

"Why don't you come in and join us?" she said, taking my elbow and leading me into the room. The first thing I noticed was a drop in the temperature. What had been a rather warm hallway apparently opened up on a cooler room of large proportion as several voices seemed to echo around me mixing with a variety of odors, none of which I could immediately identify. We walked slowly through the group as I listened to her making small talk but a part of my mind was tuned in to the cacophony of noises around me. Strangely, the murmur of conversation carried on unabated as we walked slowly amongst the different people. I could feel the ruffles of the panties brush on my shaven skin as I walked and was aware of the growing erection returning to life. My mind swam as I pondered how I must have looked as I was being escorted to an unknown destination and no one seemed to notice our passage.

"Here is your first stop. Wait here for a moment."

I did as I was told and waited patiently. With my sight essentially useless, I concentrated on capturing every scrap of sound that made its way through the dark hood. From what I could gather at the time was that my mysterious guide had gone through another door and was making a noises a few feet away. Within seconds she was returning and I could hear her shoes clacking on dense wood as though she were stepping down to my level.

"All set." She announced. "We're going to take a few steps up now."

"Thank you Mistress."

She chuckled as she helped me up the steps.

"With an obedient attitude like that, we're going to have our work cut out for us to make you obedient." She said as I felt her tug as the handcuffs behind my back. "That last comment might not make any sense now, but you'll eventually see what I mean." 

"Yes Mistress. Thank you."

"Great. How's that?" she asked.

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant but when I tried to move, it was clear that the handcuffs had been secured to a post rising up from the floor, which was securely fastened to the floor just behind my feet. I was able to shift slightly from foot to foot and swing to the side, but it was clear that I wouldn't be going too far from where I stood.

"I supposed you have no way of knowing how that is if you don't know what you're supposed to be doing. The purpose here is to keep you from running off and yet be somewhat comfortable. Knowing this, would you say this is the case?"

"Yes Mistress. I won't be going anywhere." I replied. It was true. I wasn't going anywhere without assistance.

"Excellent. Just wait here for a while and someone will be here to get you when we're ready."

"Yes Mistress."

Chapter 15 - Friday, June 13th - 1:58 p.m. 

The time had passed slowly as I stood there in the short heels, thankful that the handcuffs weren't too tight and that they were tied down to a post that felt as though it must have been sized just for my comfort. My visit here had been a rollercoaster of emotions with more surely to follow. It seemed that hours had passed but I knew that it couldn't have been more than an hour. I felt as though I had been secured in a closet and forgotten. They had all mentioned the word obedience and I only hoped I wasn't going to spend the night here on my feet getting 'softened up' and worked over tomorrow. My fears were unfounded it seems as sounds began to reach my ears. A moment later, yet another new voice called up to me.

"Ready for your close-up?" the woman's voice asked jokingly.

"Yes Mistress." I replied.

We went through several more doors and the murmur of people from before died out as we stepped into another room, apparently our final destination.

"So this is the new recruit?" one voice asked.

"Yes. This is Stacy and she's here for our obedience training program." Another voice replied.

The room felt small but apparently there were several people already inside.

"Always love to start out working with a newbie." A third voice chimed in. I wasn't sure who said, it but I felt a hand slide across my ass and grope a cheek before giving it a hearty smack. Involuntarily, I took a step forward, which elicited a round of laughter.

"Sensitive too. This is going to be some much fun!"

"Let's get started, shall we?"

"Damn straight. What do we have on the agenda for today?" one voice asked. I got the idea in my head that the group around me were carefully studying my plan for the day because conversation stopped for a few moments.

"Alright!" the said as one, the joy and excitement was clear in their chatter.

They broke from their huddle and I could hear them move around in me, preparing something. I felt a tug at the handcuffs behind my back and for the first time they were free. My shoulders ached and I tried to loosen them up a bit, which was a mistake.

"Shoulders ache Stacy?"

"No Master." I lied.

"They should be sore as long as you had them on. Are you sure they don't ache?"

I didn't know how to answer was about to fall into my first trap.

"No Master. They're fine."

It was strange, but when he spoke again, I could hear the grin in his voice echoing in my ears.

"I think you're lying to me Stacy and that's no way to start out our relationship. You know as well as I do that a key component of any good relationship, especially one where I dominate and you are to be obedient is a relationship based on complete and open honesty. So I will ask you again. Are your shoulders sore?" 

"Not really Master."

"Oh. So I ask before and they're fine and now they are sore? Either you were lying to me before or you're doing it now. Either way, you are yanking my chain so we're going to have to motivate you to be more open and honest."

I was yanking his chain? I felt a strong grasp on each wrist and it was clear it was two different people. Since he was still talking to me, everyone must have been helping out. A few seconds passed and I could feel new shackles being tightly strapped around my wrists. They were wide and cushioned but they still held me firmly. When they were in place I was pulled forward and down where they were clipped into place, the top half of my body folded over a padded support of some kind, my chest floating in the air horizontally with my arms pulled out in front of me. My legs were still vertical, frilly covered ass up in the air with my heels barely touching the floor.

Strong hands started to strap similar restraints to my ankles, securing them to similar rings mounted in the legs of the support.

"Now then." The voice started to say from somewhere behind me. "What shall we do to convince Stacy that lying is something we don't condone here."

I felt the answer a second later when something smooth and flat was slapped across my ass, the sound of the loud crack making the slight sting sound worse than it really was. Involuntarily, I flinched, my entire body tugging uselessly at the restraints that clearly wouldn't budge.

Silence ensued while the echo died out. The anticipation grew with each passing second until the device struck again and my entire body shook with a combination of fright, adrenaline, excitement and glee. I was breathing heavy now inside the hood as a repeated volley of strikes soon followed. My ass was tingling, but it didn't really hurt.

"Now then Stacy. Are you going to be open and honest with us?"

"Yes Master. Yes."

"Atta girl." He said as the floor upon which we stood began to vibrate. I could sense the motion and new that we were rotating slightly until the floor stopped and we still once again.

"I have to tell you, that we pretty fun," he continued as I felt a pair of hands tugging at my panties as they were slid down over my ass and down as far as my spread legs would let them go. Stopping at mid thigh, the hands release them and began to run themselves over my cheeks.

"Very nice Stacy. They reddened up nicely. Would you like some more?" he asked, as I felt his large, warm hand gently stroking my erect penis.

God, it felt great. 

"Stacy? You failed to answer my question." He chided.

"Yes Master. I would like some more please." I wasn't sure if that was the right answer but I didn't care. The loss of control over what was being done to me allowed me to enjoy it a little instead of feeling the shame I thought I would.

"Good girl."

A moment later, different device found its way speeding towards my ass where it landed with more force. I continued to struggle against my restraints, but it was more from joy than the fright I had experienced earlier. A minute later, as the blows continued to land, a buzzing sound reached my ears and I hoped that it didn't signal the end of my training. Instead, I heard a woman's voice answer so it must have been a phone coming to life. There were a few moments of silence as my ass began to sting, before the woman spoke again.

"Don't worry. It's coming."

The regular routine of smacks ended and I was left alone for a moment while the group huddled again. As commanded by unseen hands, the floor rotated again and stopped.

"Ready to redeem yourself Stacy?"

"Yes Master."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Master. I'd like to redeem myself."

"Redeem yourself for what?"

"For being untruthful earlier." I explained.

"You mean lying?"

"Yes Master. For lying."

"Good. I like the sound of that. How's your ass feeling?"

"It feels wonderful Master." I said, telling the complete truth.

"Is that so?"

"Yes Master."

"Would you like some more?" he queried.

"Yes Master. I would."

"I thought so. Maybe next time." He responded. "For now, we have something more in mind."

"Whatever you like Master."

I could hear the chuckling from the group.

"I wouldn't say that Stacy." Came a different voice in my other ear. "I've known him for many years and I can tell you that from the lust in his eyes that there are many things he wants to do to you. One needs to be obedient and respectful but you should be careful."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"Oh oh Stacy. It looks like he's taken your comment to heart. He's all lubed up and you're already in a good position. Do you want to get fucked today?" the voice asked.

I hesitated as I pictured someone nearby who was fully erect and l dripping with lubricant, a look of lust in his eyes. I wasn't sure how I wanted to answer the question.

"Stacy? Do you want him to fuck you?"

"I'm not sure." I finally responded. My own erection was never harder as it hung down between my legs.

"That's not going to work Stacy." I heard the woman whisper in my ear. "He's going to do it any way so it's probably best to play along and ask for it. Respectfully of course."

"Yes Mistress."

"What's that Stacy? Are you saying that you want him to fuck you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"What did she say?" his voice boomed again in front of me. I couldn't be sure but he sounded like he was standing right in front of me, the instrument of his sexual being must have been inches from my face.

"I want you to fuck me Master." I replied, the hesitancy in my voice evident to my own ears at least.

"Really? I wasn't planning on doing that."

I didn't know whether or not to believe him.

"If it would please you, I would like you to fuck me Master."

"It would please me greatly Stacy but I want to make sure that you would find it pleasing as well. Would YOU like to get fucked Stacy?"

"Yes Master. Please."

"You're not going to start crying out for me to stop when we get started, are you?"

"No Master. I won't."

"Promise?"

"Yes Master. I promise."

He must have lied earlier because no sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt his powerful hands take hold on my hips and began to feel the tip of his cock begin to press gingerly at my asshole. I tried to relax but could feel my body tense as he began to increase the pressure. When it became clear that my body was about to be invaded and he managed to push the entire head of his penis inside my asshole, I relaxed slightly. He had been gentle to this point but once I was opened up to the necessary diameter, he began to press harder and with more force. Fortunately, the lube mentioned was a fact and he managed to slide deeply inside until he came to a stop. Because of the way I was restrained, I could feel the front of his thighs smacking against the back of mine. It didn't stop once he bottomed out but continued to move back and forth, the pace quickening.

"How is that Stacy?" the woman's voice asked.

"Great Mistress." I moaned. "Thank you Mistress."

"It seems he likes it too. He's absolutely speechless." She replied.

"Fuck you." He replied, clearly caught up in the same moment as I continued to revel in the feeling. I could feel the tip of my own cock twitch as he began to thrust with more force behind me.

"I'm sure you'd like to but you look like you're busy." She said before turning back to me.

"Would you like him to stop?" she asked.

"No Mistress. Please. No."

I could sense the pleasure in her voice as she continued.

"He's really enjoying himself back there. You must be a so tight inside Stacy."

"Yes Mistress."

"Well don't worry. Before we're done with you, you'll loosen up and relax."

"Yes Mistress. . . awww God. Thank you Mistress." I managed to moan.

The pace had quickened and I knew from my own experience being on the other end that he was getting close now. I envied him because I was ready to blow, but without stimulation I knew it would be impossible.

I felt the shudder behind me and the drop off in speed before I heard him moan. He had exploded inside me and I only hoped he was wearing a condom and I would have to worry about it running down my leg later on. A few seconds passed as his grip loosened and I could feel the hot, stiff shaft of his cock as it slid slowly backwards until it finally fell out and away, leaving my ass alone once again. I was breathing heavy now, tugging at my restraints, wanting desperately to finish myself off and experience the release of tension I knew I needed. But I didn't dare ask for help or I'd be strapped down here for a while to cool down. As it went, the group was milling about around me and I was left alone. Within a minute, my breathing was returning to normal and I could feel the blood rushing out of erection, the flesh turning soft as it hung limply from my groin.

"Well now. Isn't that just like a man." One of the women said. "He gets his jollies and runs off to leave poor Stacy here all hot and bothered."

I listened with interest as the two or three women continued to discuss my predicament. Fortunately, it seemed as though all three had reached a consensus that was completely in my benefit. The only problem left to be resolved, was which of the three was going to have the honor.

Several hands were running themselves over my shaven skin as the two wrist restraints were pulled loose from their bindings. They were lifted up and attached above my head as I was righted to a full vertical position. A moment later, the fixture to which they had been attached several feet apart began to rise above my head until I was standing fully erect, matching my penis, which had come to life once again. It didn't take long after a feminine touch took hold of it and began to caress the shaft and sack beneath it. The trio made comments about how shameful it was that such a lovely cock was going to go to waste but I didn't care. I could feel the condom being rolled on and I was lost to my own world as a pair of lips took up position around it. With a flow of saliva reducing the friction, the mouth began to move up and down my shaft, the exquisite sensation driving out all other concerns in my life.

I was disappointed though that barely thirty seconds later, a combination of the woman's great oral skills and my own, incredible heightened sense of arousal that, that I could feel the pressure begin to build and within seconds I could no longer hold back the tide as I exploded into the condom and groaned at the incredible release that continued to push as my body throbbed a half dozen times before coming to rest.

"Did you like that Stacy?" I heard the voice ask from a kneeling position in front of me.

"Yes Mistress. I like it very much. Thank you." I replied.

"You won't forget it, will you?"

"No Mistress. I won't forget it."

I thought it was a strange question to ask, considering the unique conditions in which I now stood, strapped in a standing position in a warehouse somewhere on the wrong side of town. Little did I know how long it would be before I would experience the incredible sensation again.

"Which one are we using today?" a voice asked. I could hear a rustle of paper before another of the group answered.

"Stacy is getting the X-1." Came the reply.

"Wow. One key?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry Marta. Stacy here isn't soon going to forget about your blowjob any time soon!"

I wasn't sure what was happening until I felt a pair of hands grabbing my limp penis which failed to come alive even under the circumstances. The hands were working it every different way and I could tell that they were holding something else.

"Two, five and three." Said one voice.

"Got it. Here you go."

I heard the crinkling of plastic and then something cold being slipped on over my cock and balls and secured in place, the material pulling down over the head of my penis.

"This will expand a little bit." One voice explained. "But you won't have to worry about it tugging in there too long." It was clear that I had had something strapped down over my cock and secured in place but didn't understand the comment.

"Thank you Mistress." I replied.

Silence only ensued as I was handed a small box, a ribbon tied around it and one of the ladies began to escort me out of the room, leading me by the elbow.

"I hoped you enjoyed yourself Stacy. Future lessons will be a mixture of emotions, some of which won't be as pleasurable."

"Yes Mistress."

We continued through two more doors and stopped before she spoke again, taking the small box from my hands.

"We are back in the changing room. After I leave, you will remove the hood and place it back on the dresser where it was earlier. You will get undressed and place the clothes back in the top drawer like before. You will get dressed and take the three boxes with you when you leave. You'll exit this room when you're dressed and proceed down the hallway, going through the last door on the left. You will wait in the room until the other door in the room is opened and you will proceed out of the building where your ride is waiting. Do you understand?"




Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a2



"Yes Mistress. But . . will I see you again?" I asked.

It was her turn to hesitate.

"If you behave and cooperate, you will see me again."

"I would like that." I replied. "Thank you Mistress."

"You're welcome Stacy. Now get ready and do as you're told."

Before I could reply I heard the door open and she was gone. I pulled off the hood and frilly clothing and put them back in their proper place as instructed. In the mirror was a face staring back at me that I didn't recognize. It was filled with a mixture of emotion and tired. I quickly got dressed and touched up my makeup before taking the three gift wrapped boxes in hand and stepped back into the hallway, the ability to see once again feeling strange. I turned away from the door in which I had originally entered the hallway and walked the length in the other direction until I reached the door I had been instructed to pass and walked through it, closing it behind me.

Unlike the changing room in which I had been earlier, this was really nothing more than a four foot section of hallway with a single light, two doors and not furnishings of any kind. I tried the other doorknob but it was locked.

Chapter 16 - Friday, June 13th - 3:30 p.m. 

I had been there less than a minute when I heard a buzzing sound. My ears searched the small space for the source but didn't find it. As quickly as it appeared it stopped. I continued trying to look around even though the sound had quit but couldn't find what had made the noise. It happened again a few seconds later and I again looked around, more curious now, but still came up empty. When it happened a third time, it dawned on me and I grabbed for the second door know. It didn't turn, but when I pushed on the door it swung open easily. I noticed the power lock when I walked out, my purse over one arm and the three 'gifts' in the other. I also noticed the chastity type belt strapped to my groin as I walked. It wasn't bulky enough to be noticeable under the gaff I was wearing but it would be a reminder of my trip here today.

Far in the distance, some two hundred feet away, I could see bright light flooding the end of the hallway. Following my instructions, I started down the path towards what I assumed innocently enough would be a hallway ending in the parking lot where Hal would be waiting for me. After taking a few steps, a window opened up on the right and I could see for the first time, the warehouse portion of the building. It didn't, however, hold any of the normal things a warehouse would have like hi-lo equipment, racks or inventory. Instead, dozens of occupied folding chairs were grouped together and were facing away from the hallway in which I continued to walk. The people seated out there were facing away from me and were all facing large displays in front of them expect for the few that were mingling about or walking in or out.

A man seated in the back row had been looking in my direction and talking to another man as I stepped into view. My appearance elicited an applause from the pair and soon others stood up and joined in. I wasn't sure what was happening until I got a view of the window they were facing and it became clear that they were all watching the action going on in one of the several windows I could now make out in the wall of the warehouse.

"They had seen it all?" I asked myself.

They had indeed and the group now applauding must have been there for my entire performance. I had had a hood over my head but it was clear they knew it had been me. In the neighboring window, where another mixed bag of people were seated, I could see a person being worked over and recognized them from the waiting room I had left, what seemed like days earlier. Unlike my experience, he wasn't blindfolded. I knew now what was in store for me and wondered if the glass separating the performers from their audience was only one way. I suspected it might have been both as one 'performer' was pandering to the crowd while a second seemed to stare obliviously at their reflection.

I knew now what was in store for me in the weeks and months to come. Feeling just a bit overwhelmed at my newfound celebrity, I continued walking, noticing my ill-timed erection had returned but was unable to grow out to it's normal length. The end of the tunnel was coming near as I stepped out onto the sidewalk and tried to breath normally, wishing the erection back into slumber. I first noticed a line of people to my right, anxiously in queue as another man was taking tickets and letting those few inside the door. None here seemed to take any notice of my exit and thankfully, Hal and the car were waiting at the curb as promised. The sun was out now and I had to adjust to the light as I stepped up and climbed back inside the passenger door.

Hal didn't bother to ask any questions as he dropped the car into drive and wiggled back out into the evening traffic. It wasn't the best part of town, but if it could shave ten minutes off a drive, most commuters with well running cars took advantage of the traffic. The car directly beside us had a man behind the wheel in a business suit and I felt a pang to return to such a life that I had held only a few weeks ago before my normal world had been turned upside down.

As traffic continued to inch along, another revelation had been revealed to me. We had only traveled fifty feet as I stared out my window quietly and noticed several storefront windows to my right. They were also part of the warehouse building and the five that I could see were all occupied during the nightly rush hour. One individual either stood or sat in each window opening and even an individual a wheel chair occupied a space. They were dressed in various form of clothing, some of which pushed the legal boundaries, even in this neighborhood. Most of the passerby's continued on without a second glance but a lot were congregating around one particular window. Some enjoyed the view from the place in line, trying to get into the building. Traffic finally moved far enough that the spectacle was out of view and my attention swung over to Hal who seemed interested only in traffic but a smirk on his face told me he knew what I was going to ask.

"It's quite disorienting in there, isn't it?" he queried.

"Yes." I replied. I could feel the blood rush to my face. "Was that where I was kept for nearly an hour?"

He didn't answer but simply nodded. It was my turn to shake my head.

"I feel like a piece of meat in the grocer's window."

He nodded. "You should. They advertise what's coming up later on inside to draw in the crowds."

My mind was whirling, trying to calculate how many people had traversed the road or sidewalk the entire time I was up there, the erection coming to life yet again as I pictured folks watching me as I just stood there unaware of the audience. Hal must have read my mind when he responded.

"If it's any consolation, you were up between the lunch rush and rush hour."

I nodded but said nothing. A certain sense of disappointment must have been broadcast.

"You did draw quite the crowd though. Bigger than anything out there." He added.

I felt a smile on my face and a feeling of satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

We inched our way through traffic and as the mile continued to drop off behind us I began to notice that we had rolled out of the red-light district and back into the more generally accepted parts of civilization. We had spoken no more but I simply had to know.

"If you saw the crowds earlier today, did that mean you saw me up there too?"

He nodded again. "You were quite fetching in ruffles."

"I new I liked you Hal from the first moment I met you!"

We both had a good laugh, but the streets had taken on a familiarity and we knew that five minutes from now we would be back and the Hennessey's. Silence ruled in the car once again as the tension ratcheted up in both of us. The car stopped in the driveway but we both just sat there, neither really wanting to get out. 

"Any idea what I'm supposed to do with these?" I asked, holding up the three boxes.

"Yes." He said. "I hold on to this one until tomorrow and you give the other two to Debbie."

That was the first time I heard him refer to her as anything other than Mrs. Hennessey or ma'am. I nodded and handed him one of the two identically sized boxes and stepped from the car when he opened his door. Hal continued into the garage as I walked up the front steps and was met by Mrs. Hennessey.

"How was the first day of training?" she asked.

"Fine ma'am. I understand that these are for you." I said, handing her the two boxes. 

"Thank you. Now go up, get changed and get ready for dinner."

"Yes ma'am."

I started up stairs to my room where I slipped out of my casual clothes and grabbed my uniform, daring only to take a minute to examine the contraption that was thoroughly strapped to my privates. From what I could tell, there was just enough room to urinate or for water to get inside for cleaning but nothing else. It was secured in a solid fashion and without a key, it wasn't coming off easily. I changed quickly it a fresh uniform and headed downstairs to tend to dinner. Other than the occasional request for fresh pepper or seconds of this or that, dinner passed without incident and I didn't receive a single inquiry on how my day went. Life in the house had returned to normal.

The meal completed, I helped clean up until Debbie came in and caught my attention.

"Stacy. I have another assignment for you. Run upstairs to your room and open the box on your dresser. You'll know what to do. I'll be up shortly."

Tommie carried on as though he hadn't heard a thing.

"Yes ma'am." I said, setting down the last of the plates and walked upstairs to my room where I did, indeed, find a large box had mysteriously materialized on my dresser. Pondering what domestic task it entailed I took it down, pulled off the top and froze. Inside were various items of clothing, including a uniform of some sorts, crinoline, nylons and patent black pumps with spiked heels. I reached down inside and took the items out, making a mental inventory of each. A single sheet of paper lay in the bottom and in handwriting that was clearly Debbie's it stated on no uncertain terms that I should put on the items and come to the master bedroom down the hall. If I took too long, there would be hell to pay although the exact details of which were not given. Taking her word for it, I quickly got undressed and slipped into the items from the box include the black hose with stay-up tops and a barmaid type outfit that was a combination of vinyl and lace including matching choker that was a bit too snug and a small cap to complete the look. I slipped into the shoes, which were uncomfortable from the start, and took a quick look in the mirror. The crinoline skirt came last and slid up under the uniform's skirt. I didn't find any panties in the box and thought I had missed them, but the crinoline was tight enough to hold restrained cock in a position where it wasn't likely to fall out unless I started doing jumping jacks in the spiked heels.

Fearful that I would be late drove me towards the door, but the idea of playing any type of sexual game with Debbie offset my desire to leave. She held all the cards now and I knew that one way or another I was going to do her bidding. It was best to just get it over with so I stepped to my bedroom door and peeked out. No one was in the hall and the door to the master bedroom was also closed. I turned off my light and stepped out onto the carpeted hallway where I made my way down to the appointed door and rapped carefully, hoping to not attract the attention of Tommie or Hal downstairs.

There was no answer so I knocking again, this time with a little more energy. 

"Come in Stacy." I could hear Debbie command from the other side. I opened the door and started to step in when I saw Debbie sitting on the bed with her back on against the head board fully dressed and her husband, Glenn standing near the closet, hanging up his pants. I stopped in the doorway, unsure what to do.

"It's alright Stacy. Come here please."

I did as I was instructed and as always, her husband didn't acknowledge my presence.

"Ma'am." 

"Let's have a look at you. Turn."

I spun around slowly in the same spot and stopped again facing her.

"Are you wearing my gift?" she asked. I must have looked confused because it was clear that I was wearing the uniform.

"The X-1?" she asked, a raised eyebrow for emphasis.

"Oh that. Yes ma'am."

"Well let's see it?" she demanded.

I reached down with both hands and took a hold of the crinoline, sporting a quick glance toward Glenn how had his back to us and lifted it for her review.

She looked down at the chastity belt and smiled, her face having an evil shadow across it. In fact, she couldn't pull her eyes off it until her husband turned and stepped up to the foot end of the bed.

"Fabulous." She said, turning to her husband. "Show Mr. Hennessey what you have there."

I stifled a sigh and turned towards him, repeating the procedure of lifting my skirt for his review. The normally docile politician smiled now, the same evil look on his face.

"Come over here Stacy and have a seat."

I walked around the edge of the bed and sat where he indicated.

"Let me show you mine." He said, slipping out of his underwear, letting them fall to the floor where he kicked them away. Mr. Hennessey was naked now as he stood in front of me, he cock pointing right at me but it was devoid of any type of apparatus. 

"I don't have a chastity belt but go ahead and have a closer look." He said. "That's it. Give it a good look."

I wasn't sure wasn't sure what he wanted me to do so I reached up with my hands, long fingernails and all, and carefully looked it over.

"C'mon Stacy. This isn't a medical examination. Pet it. Rub it. Get to know it a little better." He said teasingly. I couldn't see Debbie but she had gone quiet and had nothing else to do but watch was transpiring at her feet. I took his long shaft in my hand and rubbed it gently, moving one hand underneath to softly massage the balls underneath. He made a soft moaning sound and it was clear where this was headed. When he quit making any noise, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the side of his cock while I continue to work my hands around the rest. This received another moan and he stepped forward to encourage this behavior. I continued to work my tongue around his erect penis and once it was slick with saliva I wrapped my painted lips around it and drew it inside, drawing on it like a sucker. It started out with me pushing and pulling my head back and forth slowly but soon, after the moaning had increased in volume, I felt a pair of hands on the back of my head helping with the action.

"She's a natural Deb." He said as I continued to draw his cock deeper inside my mouth. His hips joined in at this point and we both began to work the motion.

"That's a good start Glenn but move on." She said. 

I wasn't sure what she meant but he pulled away and I eased him out, red lipstick still evident on the skin. He stepped over to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer, extracting a condom and a tube of lube. I know knew what was coming next and I could feel my ass involuntarily tightening. This afternoon's experience had been pleasurable but the painful revulsion I was feeling now, despite the hard on I had cramped inside the unforgiving chastity belt, was growing with each passing second. Before I knew it, he had it on and was ready for me. 

He held out a hand and I took it without thought. With it, Mr. Hennessey, helped me to my feet where I wobbled on the heels, unused to the height. He put one hand on each shoulder but before I turned, I could see the evil glean in his eyes and a lust on his lips, his tongue slowly working it's way around the thin opening.

My brain went into defense mode and I withdrew inside myself, the room thankfully becoming more of a dream-like state only I was caught up in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. Like a child, I could feel the force of his hands on my shoulders while my torso was tipped forward, only my own wobbly arms keeping me from falling face down on the bedspread. I could feel his hands running down my shaven legs wrapped in nylon as he grabbed each ankle and carefully spread them apart on the carpet until he was satisfied. He was taller than I was normally but with the heels he needed to spread my feet to compensate. I felt what must have been his cock pressing against my bare and exposed asshole and then withdraw as he continue to adjust my body to get the perfect height.

I was in a fog now, oxygen seemingly in short supply as I continued to stare at Debbie who sat passively back and watched with a smile that told me she was enjoying the humiliation I was experiencing and the obvious lust for control over me. When it was finally time though, I could feel her husband working his cock inside my tight ass as it had been penetrated earlier today. He found the mark quickly and shoved all the way inside.

My eyes widened as wide as my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips at the combination of pleasure and pain that suddenly racked my body. I felt faint but his powerful grip around my waist kept me in the proper position and steadied me atop the high heels that were spread out several feet beneath me. I looked at Debbie who stared back, enjoying the show as her husband continued to pound away, slowly at first but much quicker as he came so much closer to orgasm. I finally turned my eyes downward trying to hide the fact that I was deriving any pleasure from the intrusion I was experiencing. But apparently Debbie had had enough and didn't demand that I look up. A minute later, I felt the spasms which told me that Glenn was done and I could feel him finally slipping out, his tall frame stepping to the bed where he rolled over on his back and rested, his heavy breathing the only noise in the otherwise quiet room.

For my part, I leaned back and stood wobbly on the heels, my hands smoothing the skirt and crinoline as best I could. The shame I felt kept my eyes turned downward until Debbie finally spoke up.

"That was excellent Stacy. You can go wash up now and call it a night. We'll see you for breakfast in the morning."

"Yes ma'am." I said, stepping from the room with my ass still burning from the experience of being penetrated twice today. I quickly took off all my clothes and returned them to the box which I set back on the dresser, unsure of what to do with it. Without hesitation, I rushed into the shower to scrub off everything that would come off. Feeling the weight of my situation finally coming to bear I slid to the bottom of the tub in defeat and let the water try to clean away the dirt that I knew was inside and would come off. I was pissed at the erection that was again making an appearance and I tried every conceivable way to stroke it to orgasm but it was clear that while wearing the chastity belt, there wouldn't be an orgasm coming. Frustrated by so many things, I sat there in the bottom of the tub and sobbed uncontrollably, hoping that the sound of the shower was covering my temporary breakdown.

Chapter 17 - Saturday, June 14th - 7:37 p.m. 

The LCD digits from the tiny radio alarm clock was glowing in my face when I opened my bloodshot eyes. I continued to lay there for a minute knowing the alarm was set to go off at 7:45. I spent the last remaining minutes of peace I would have today trying to unravel the large knot of feelings that were all balled up inside me. It had been a fitful night and I worked diligently trying to decide what I remembered happening on Friday from those things that had appeared in my nightmares. I don't remember it being so difficult separating fiction from reality as I did this morning. Fearing I would need a few more minutes in the shower to get my head back on straight I shut off the alarm and climbed back into the shower, managing to keep the sobbing at bay. Some how a night's sleep always helped me get my bubble back towards the center and keep me somewhat level.




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I finished up, shaved again and did my makeup which I had been getting pretty good at doing now. The routine seemed normal now I think and I would feel out of place if I wasn't doing it. Finally done, I was back in uniform and found myself at the breakfast table where Glenn was no where to be found. Debbie was expecting breakfast and I delivered it to her myself. When she was eating, she asked me to sit and I did as commanded. She passed me the 'water' glass again and demanded that I prove to her my continuing loyalty. I drank it down and set the glass aside.

"Good. Now put the glass in the dishwasher and begin working on your chores. When I'm done, you can come back and clean all this up."

"Yes ma'am." I replied, rising to complete my appointed tasks which went off without a hitch as I, like my makeup, quickly picked up. The day, like those before it, concluded without fanfare. Debbie and her husband had retired upstairs while I finished cleaning up from the late dinner. Tommie had already left for the day since he lived on his own. I made myself comfortable in the living room and kicked on the television. I avoided the local channels, which still had an occasional blip about the local theft of company funds masterminded by the single criminal still on the run. It also talked about calls to local friends and family by the mastermind that I had become, looking for help. Records showed that I had made the calls from various places here in town but so far the police had come up empty much to their chagrin. 

I no longer bothered to call anyone I knew. Some had called the cops to turn me in but so far the news hadn't been made aware of the video tapes thank God. I was surprised that Debbie hadn't leaked them to the press but that wouldn't have put the general public on my new feminine trail and I got the impression she was far from being done with me.

No doubt the cops had copies and were piecing together my 'disguise', which was supported by surveillance cameras they reviewed at the scenes where I had placed the calls. There was a slim chance they could recognize me but I didn't go out unless it was at Debbie insistence. I could go longer seek temporary refuge from my wall-less prison, an irony that Debbie found simply delicious.

I dropped the video tape that Christa had been kind enough to pass on to Debbie and watch for the first time, my life being unraveled. From the beginning I had been set up in my own household and it was clear from the tape that several professional surveillance cameras had been set up to monitor everything which had transpired during our guest's visit. It was also clear that it had been carefully edited to make only my face clear to the viewer. Damn her!

I was sitting with my head in my hands, shaking my head at knowing exactly what my friends and family had received, and could understand why the conservative shitheads had turned on me in my time of need. Watching the tape was frustrating to watch but seeing me on it, doing such things had it's erotic edge to it that aroused me physically.

The tape was just finishing up when I sensed someone behind me. I tried to pretend they weren't there hoping if it was Debbie or Glenn that they would go away but they didn't.

"How's it going?" Hal asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, climbing to my feet to retrieve the rewound tape the VCR had spit out. When I turned back again he was still there, a small, black box in his hand. I didn't recognize it immediately. 

"I told you I would hold on to this until today." He said, clearing up my confusion.

"Right. One of the three mystery gifts from yesterday." 

I took it from him and opened it, seeing a DVD inside with a label listing an item number and a web address. Lifting it out, I examined it as though I could somehow deduce what was on it through increased visual scrutiny.

"You have to actually put it in the DVD player to watch it you know." He quipped, a smirk on his face. I couldn't help but smile too despite the weight bearing down on me.

I dropped it in the player, switched settings via remote and it started playing. Even from the beginning it was clear that it was nothing more than semi-professional raw footage. The opening scene was that of a non-descript waiting room that looked instantly recognizable. As the first few seconds clicked off my shape came in to view as I took a seat and waited my turn. At the allotted time I rose from my chair and could be seen walking through a door. The next scene wasn't from the hallway but showed my time in the first waiting room as I was torn between running and complying. It was clear that the mirror itself was one way and a camera was positioned behind it as it caught primping and posing in the frilly lingerie. It was extremely erotic, but strangely bizarre to be watching myself doing such things with Hal sitting next to me. While watching the video, it seemed that my Australian co-worker had taken up a seat next to me on the couch and I hadn't noticed.

And then a thought occurred to me as I paused the DVD.

"Debbie got a copy of this? That's what was in the other box?"

Hal nodded. "Most likely."

She had showed the video tape to all my former friends and distant relatives so I guess I wasn't too horrified that she was holding a copy of the DVD.

"Wait a minute." I said. "Why did you need to hold onto this version then until today? Need to make copies for her?"

He shot me a glance and chuckled quietly. It hit me then and I could feel my face go flush.

"You wanted to watch it!" I confronted him. Strangely, I could feel the flush drain from my face and build up in the groin, the warm, glowing sensation tugging at the belt I was forced to wear.

He just continued to smile as I studied his face looking for any sign of deception.

"Can't blame me, can you?" he asked. "I had to wait in the car for you and didn't see anything after the took you out of the front window display.

"I guess not." I tried to look hurt but it wasn't working and I knew it. "Like what you see?" I asked, hoping to turn the tables on him.

"Very much. Thank you."

He was far too cool to get flustered by the DVD so I got to my feet and retrieved the evidence from the player, returning it to the case. Walking back over to him, I helped him to his feet.

"Did you order your copy yet?" I said with a smirk.

"No. I had to hit the sack after watching it last night."

"Consider this an early Christmas present then." I said, handing him the DVD and case. When he took it in his hands, I stepped forward, took his face in my hands, drew him within an inch or two and feeling no resistance I kissed him softly. I stepped back and smiled. "Thank you for everything."

With that, I went back to upstairs to my room and cleaned up for the night.

And so it continued. My duties around the house went on unabated Monday through Saturday, including the daily ritual of proving my obedience. Every couple of days I would continue my lessons at 'the factory' as it became known where I experienced so many new things. It started out easy, but as I was told it would, I was beginning to do many things I never thought I would do. Likewise, I had unspeakable things done to me I never thought I would have done. I know now what they meant about obedience being easy when they asked something of me that I wanted to do but obedience became far more difficult when asked to do something you really, really, really did not want to do or have done to you. At first restraints were used to ease me into things but to prove myself and my new mindset I had to do things I didn't want to do but did so out of obedience. 

As the weeks started turning into months, I began to feel my resistance slipping away. Someone would command me to do something, things they knew I found resist, but I would jump now and do it without question even though my conscious mind was screaming at me not to. It was as though I were watching life go on through someone else's eyes. I could watch and experience it all but do nothing to stop those around me from asking things of me I never thought I'd do. What was even more amazing was the fact that I was doing all this in plain view of the audience, the glass in certain cells was plain and not just one way.

I even failed to get angry at my inability to get angry when I thought about everything that had been done to me and what I was becoming.

It would be another two months before I had my first clear thought since this all began.

Chapter 18 - Wednesday, October 6th - 7:28 a.m. 

I started the day as always, with a hot shower. I'm not sure what it was that morning that had been different but it began when I realized, while I stood in front of the fogged mirror with razor in hand, that I barely had any facial hair to shave. It had been a problem a few months ago when my facial hair grew back quickly and I often had to shave twice a day if my duties called for a long day. Now it was all but gone and I hadn't noticed a difference.

My makeup went on quickly since I developed an efficient routine and a deft hand and I was dressed for the day and ready to go. Examining my appearance in the mirror had always the last step before beginning my duty and today was no different but there were little things I noticed. I looked much leaner, I noticed as I stepped closer to the mirror for a better look. My arms appeared longer and less muscular. Even my hands appeared more feminine but that could have been due to the replacement of my fake nails with my natural ones which had finally grown out.

The figure under the uniform was more of an hourglass shape too and I wasn't sucking in the small gut I used to tie back with a waist cincher. It was much thinner now as though I had managed to lose twenty pounds over the night which was an absurd notion. I looked in the mirror again, pondering the possibility that I was still dreaming and would rudely wake up soon, pained that I was wasting my dreams on work as well has my waking hours.

With the narrowed waist, it helped my hips appear wider, bolstered by the hip pads I wore. Strangely enough, it appeared that my uniform no longer fit well. It was tighter in the bust and hips where it used to fit loosely and now had extra room around the stomach and shoulders where it used to be snug. I pondered the possibility that it was time to replace it and decided I had a few minutes until I was due downstairs to begin the day. I reached back and undid the zipper, slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor before snatching it up again so it wouldn't need an iron taking to it. I returned it to it's hangar and took out another uniform in pink and white. Returning the hangar to the closet my eyes spotted something in the bottom of the closet. It was the hip pads that I thought I had been wearing. I looked down at my sides and noticed that the lace panties I had on were pulled up over the chastity belt and gaff, but were riding smoothly across the smooth flesh of my hips. I ran my hand down my left hip and confirmed what my eyes were telling me. The flesh was rounded, no sign of the usual bony protrusion of the pelvis that had been there. 

My hand slid around behind to my ass so I could get a better look and it too found nothing but a nice round feature. Confused, I stepped back to the mirror to examine my body closer and indeed it appeared that I had blossomed a perfectly round pair of hips and an ass that filled out my panties as though they were designed that way. It was a rare event these days that I had an erection, and my last orgasm had been during my first day at 'the factory', but my dick had grown fully erect now when I noticed the physical changes in my body. 

I was so aroused in fact, entranced by the feminine hips and buttocks that it took a few minutes before I moved up further and noticed the hourglass shaped waist that rode higher than the spare tire I once wore around my waist. Working my way further up, I realized that I had cleavage bursting out above my bra when was straining to hold back the flesh. I dropped the uniform and my manicured hand moved up to the rounded mounds. I understood now that the combination of bra and fake breast forms were pushing what little breast I had out the top. I reached back and found the hook, undoing it with practiced ease. When it came undone, the bra sprung forward but nothing fell out. Smooth flesh dropped below the wired cups but stopped immediately. I pushed my arms forward and the straps from the bra slid down them until the bra itself dropped off to the carpet at my feet. I watched it fall as though it were in slow motion. When it hit the rug, my eyes dropped even further down and I could clearly see the two, large, bulging mounds of flesh darting out from my chest where once it had been flat. The areolas were still a pure pink but instead of being the size of a U.S. quarter they were larger, more like that of a silver dollar.

I raised my trembling hands, hoping that it wasn't all a cruel dream. With my fingers touched the warm flesh I knew that they were real and they were perfect. Warm and soft. They extended to the side and sat wider than my ribcage. Pressing them together, I had the cleavage I had always dreamed about! I wasn't sure what was happening but my hands caressed the new flesh I possessed and my eyes were transfixed on the reflection that was so feminine I nearly ruined my fresh makeup with tears.

"Get a move on Stacy. You have a longer list than normal." Debbie said from the other side of the bedroom door, snapping me from my reverie. I through my arms up across chest in case she burst through the door, not realizing until a few minutes later that she and her husband, along with hundreds of other people over the past few months had seen this much of me and more.

"Sorry ma'am." I croaked. "I'm just finishing up!"

I paused for a moment and listened, wondering if my explanation would suffice. No more words came through the door and I thought I could hear her walking away over the beating of my heart. I didn't want to go but, wanting instead to stay and examine the new me in the mirror, but there would be time for that later on. I snatched up the bra and worked it back over my glorious breasts and slipped into my uniform, fumbling with the zipper until it too was in place. I checked my appearance, closed the closet door and tried to walk casually downstairs. When I came into the kitchen Tommie had Debbie's grapefruit on the counter so I snatched it up and took it to her.

As had become our routine, I set down the beginning of her breakfast and took my seat next to her where she presented my morning test of obedience. I drank it as always and retreated with the glass where I dutifully placed it in the dishwasher. I took the remainder of her breakfast to her and went about my chores, suddenly feeling as though she were scrutinizing me like she had the first day. I also felt as though I were hiding something, but knew that wasn't the case. Maybe it was guilt I was trying to hide from her but that didn't fit either. 

It took several hours to figure it out but I came to the conclusion that I was able to think clearly again and that the fog that had been growing thicker inside my brain since my servitude began here had broken up and was fading fast with each passing hour. I had managed to keep my senses in check through lunch and dinner, staying busy with extra chores in preparation for Debbie's birthday party on Friday night. For the most part she were off making arrangements which meant I could do the work without worrying about my performance.

I was breathing easy, hoping to get a reprieve from my local lessons but that didn't happen. After getting cleaned up, Debbie and I ran through the list of chores I was to accomplish today and checked them off. The butterflies in my stomach were spinning with anticipation as I had only managed a quick examination of my new feminine body during potty breaks during the day and I was aching to explore it more when I retired for the evening. I tried my best to play the role I had done over the past few months and sitting still was difficult as we talked about what I had accomplished. I also tried to look passive on the outside and although I had gotten a few questioning looks from her that day it had been fairly successful.

"I guess we're set for today." She said, setting the list to the side. "Go up and get ready and come to my bedroom when you're ready."

I wanted to throttle her, desperately wanting to have the evening to myself instead of playing the faithful and obedient plaything for her husband but it wasn't to be. The fog had lifted and I could feel emotion again welling up inside me but my brain didn't respond to my demands. Instead, I responded with the obligatory 'Yes ma'am.' and rose to my feet, heading for my room. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't seem to resist and in a way the experience of what was about to transpire was all the more horrifying because I didn't have the foggy senses to soften what was going to happen to me and what I would be asked to do over the next hour. I walked into my room, and instead of picking out an outfit I already had been given, I found another box on the dresser. I picked it up obediently, took out the contents and began to get dressed. As though it were a sign of things to come, I began to get dressed in the outfit of all white as though I were being married off from one life and into another until death did us part. It was a costume resembling that a bride would wear on her wedding day under her dress or more realistically during the night following her wedding. White stockings and unrealistic shoes, a white, skirted bustier with ruffled panty and along with all the details, include a pearl choker necklace that fit perfectly. There was even a pair of white gloves in the box to complete the 

Before stepping into the hallway as had become the routine I checked my appearance in the mirror and reveled in the view, the suddenly discovered breasts pushed up by the bustier were sitting there tantalizing to the touch. The bustier even cinched by narrowed waist further and the skirted area accentuated the widened, feminine hips. I slipped my feet into the white, slip-on heels and stepped from the room and down the hall to the master bedroom where I knocked on the door and awaited the command to enter.

Today, however, the door was opened from the other side by Debbie who was standing there appraising my appearance with the wicked smile that I was used to seeing.

"Come in Stacy." She commanded, stepping back to let me enter.

"Thank you ma'am." I replied, walking in and stood there awaiting further orders.

"You look very nice tonight Stacy. My husband will be extremely pleased."

"Thank you ma'am. I hope he will find pleasure in my appearance. Thank you for the outfit. It's very beautiful." I said, with nothing but admiration in my voice. I was standing there feeling many things, but the words that came out of my mouth seemed contrary to the way I felt inside and I struggled to understand why it was true. For Debbie's part, she eyed me curiously before shutting the door behind me. I could see she was still cautious when we faced each other again.

"I'm glad you like it." She said, appearing to select her words very carefully. "I don't know if you know this Stacy, but I think tonight will be a very special night for you and I. Mr. Hennessey will be out in a moment and I want this evening to be very special for him. Do you understand?"

"I will do whatever you ask of me ma'am."

We were now face to face and it was clear she was looking for something in my face to indicate that I wasn't being entirely truthful but after a few moments she stepped back, unable to see any deceit in my eyes.

"Well then, I hope you are especially pleasing to him tonight. When he comes out, use every feminine tool at your disposal to make sure he is pleased."




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Author's Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy. 

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

NOTE: 

Quiet Servitude Pt. 01

Quiet Servitude Pt. 02

Quiet Servitude Pt. 03

Quiet Servitude Pt. 04

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Quiet Servitude Pt. 06

Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a1
Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a2
Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a3

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Chapter 20 - Friday, October 8th - 11:03 a.m.

The phone continued to ring, the noise echoing through the home. After a minute, the noise stopped and the house returned it quiet state, save for the breathing of the furnace that kicked on every so often to keep it at the perfect temperature for the occupants who would never return again.

"That's strange." Christa said quietly to herself as she dialed another number.

The ringing was different, but the result the same. No one had answered at Debbie's house and she didn't answer her cell phone which never left her side. 

Christa set the phone back in the cradle of her hotel room and would call again later after a refreshing dip in the pool, just outside the balcony from where she sat in shade enjoying the hot afternoon. She rose to her feet and was halfway to the door when her own phone began to chime.

"It's about time!" she smiled, knowing that Debbie wasn't about to let a delicious week of torturing her ex-husband go by. She snatched it up wanting to hear all the delicious details of what had transpired since their last call.

"Hey Deb!" she laughed into the phone, knowing Debbie was the only one who knew where they were staying at the moment. There was no reply from the other end of the phone, only silence. She was about to hang up when she heard a weird gurgling sound coming from the other end and a raspy voice began to speak weakly.

"Christa?" the voice croaked as though about to expire. "He shot Glenn . . . he's dead . . . I can't believe he shot me!"

It sounded like Debbie but she couldn't be sure. The only person who had this number was her as she clutched the phone, wondering what to say?

"Who? . . . Who did it Debbie? Who shot you?" she pleaded, knowing in her heart who 'he' had to be.

There was nothing but an uncomfortable silence building on the other end of line.

"Damn it Debbie. Tell me who did it!" she literally screamed into the phone, tears building in her eyes.

And then a familiar voice, cold as rock, came on the line.

"Hello dear." I said. "Time again for our weekly call already? Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?"

Christa's heart seized in her chest, keeping her from taking anything but shallow breathes as she gasped for air and stars began to circle in her head.

"Cat got you tongue? That's understandable I suppose."

"What . . have you done?"

"I killed the bitch. What do you think I did? I couldn't put up with this hell you two were nice enough to create for me and I just thought I'd dish out a little payback so I popped them both. Look absolutely brutal here. Walls look like a God damn Jackson Pollack masterpiece bitch and I'm hoping to redecorate at your place in the near future. Ta ta." I said and hung up.

Christa couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

"Stacy has this number!" she exclaimed, her extended honeymoon suddenly coming to an end. 

Then she heard the lock on the hotel room door click and her heart began to pound as she saw it swing open towards her and a person strut towards inside. Even though her eyes had seen it was Terry, whose real name was Jeff , her brain couldn't make the connection so quickly and he was almost to her when she felt the strength drain from her body, slumping to the bed, the phone still clenched in her white knuckled hand.

"He did it. . . ." she said, staring at her reflection in the black television screen.

"Who did it? Who did what?"

"Stacy. She killed Debbie and her husband!" suddenly springing to her feet, dropping the phone.

"She killed them?"

Christa started darting around the room throwing their belongings in their suitcases.

"Christa! Talk to me. Who was that on the phone?"

"Stacy. It was Stacy. She killed them both! We need to get out of here!"

"This is nuts. Even if she did, she can't get us here."

"She knows the number. She can find the hotel. We need to get home." She said, her face suddenly draining of color. "We'll need to switch apartments too, with no forwarding address. They have our address here when we registered. We'll have to leave there too."

Clothes continued to fly as they packed up without another word and changed before heading down to the lobby where Terry was checking them out. He was contemplating slipping the clerk a hundred dollar bill and try to get the info erased but even if a reservation is cancelled, the info still resided in the hotel's secure system.

"We can't remove the data from the system Sir and I can assure you that no unauthorized personnel have access to it either."

He nodded. They would have to move unless they wanted to keep looking over their shoulders. Maybe it was all a bluff they couldn't take the chance.

While he continued with their departure arrangements, Christa slipped off to the payphones and frantically fed it with all the loose change she could find. Dialing information, because 911 wouldn't work, she was connected with the police station a mile from the Hennessey household. The switchboard picked up the call a few seconds later.

"Hello. Yes. Hello. I need you to send an ambulance to 1266 Lincoln immediately. There's a chance there could be at least two gun shot victims at that house. Please. Just send someone now. Please."

"Ma'am. Please calm down. Let's start with your name."

Christa hesitated, unsure what she should do.

"I can't tell you that but please, can you just send someone."

This time there was a hesitation from the other end of the line.

"I can assure you ma'am that there isn't anyone there. Everything is alright now."

"Please. You don't understand."

"I do ma'am. The tragic murder/suicide that occurred there yesterday was shocking to us all. Most of us new Glenn and his wife and it will take a while to sink in."

"Yesterday?" Christa asked, now thoroughly confused.

"Where are you calling from ma'am?" the police operator asked.

Suddenly aware that the seconds were ticking away and that the police would know her location, she hung up the phone and walked quickly towards the front door where she met up with Terry and the luggage. Christa stopped when she heard the payphone ring behind her. Fearing that someone might answer it and see her, she slipped on her sunglasses and the pair slipped melted quickly into the crowd.

I hung up the receiver of the pay phone at the bus stop and smiled with extreme satisfaction. There was no intention on my part to track anyone down at the moment but knowing the number that Hal had provided prove irresistible. It wasn't much, but if scaring her was enough to keep me going, then it was worth it.

The clock over my shoulder was nearing 11:30 and my next bus was getting ready to leave from it's terminal in Chicago. The Windy City was a large bussing hub and no one would have a clue on whether or not I had back-tracked to the south-east, turned to the south-west or headed for the Great Plains. I climbed on the bus and headed off on the next leg of my journey.

Chapter 21 - Friday, April 1st - 10:45 p.m.

I was uncomfortable in the strange bed but couldn't roll over. I kicked off a reading light on the desk next to me and felt the sleeping pill finally starting to kick in, my breathing becoming more regular and shallow. The tendrils of sleep began to tickle my brain as the worries of the day began to fade away.

"Your nurse friend just came out on break and confirmed that she's inside." Terry said as he stared at the small, brick building from his perch under a nearby tree. From his vantage point, he could see the entrance to the medical facility as only a few employees came and went this late at night.

"She actually went through with it?" Christa asked.

"Clip and snip she said. Stacy, or should I say Amanda Taylor went through surgery this morning and now has an 'innie' instead of an 'outie'."

Terry could almost imagine her nodding as the silence grew on the call.

"What do you want me to do?" he finally asked.

He listened for a few seconds.

"Yup. I'm on it. Call you in a few."

He snapped the phone closed.

I had been asleep but something had brought me around, much to my dismay. The pill had calmed me down but now that I was a awake again, it would have just the opposite affect. I was feeling groggy and confused but fidgety and unable to sleep at the same time. I was determined to get back to dreamland even with the voices of passing nurses roaming the hallway right outside my room. They poked there head in occasionally to check on me but something was different as the door to my room opened silently and someone slipped inside, keeping the room light off. My head swung over in that direction but my gaze was blurred and it was too dark to see anything. I could sense movement coming towards me but no one spoke and the room was still dark.

A chill moved through me even with the heavy blankets lying across my form as my hand drifted the cord they had passed me in case I needed anything. Desperate now to signal for the nurse, I gave up on stealth and began fumbling in earnest for the cord. 

My hand wrapped around but before I could tug, I felt a strong pair of hands seize my wrist and hold it in place. Completely drained from the surgery, I couldn't even fight back against the force. I was trying to fill my lungs full of air to attempt a scream when I heard voices right outside my door, shadows from several feet dancing under the crack. It seems that both of us in the room held our breath in anticipation, one hoping that they barged in and one hoping they wouldn't.

Thirty seconds later, the people in the hallway drifted away and we were left alone. I was hoping this was only a nightmare and I'd wake up but it felt so real. Maybe the drugs were causing it.

I tugged again but to no avail as I wondered where this was leading. 

My fears, it seems, were completely unfounded when the small light on the nightstand snapped on and I stared up into a beautiful face I hadn't seen in over six months.

"Hal?" I said as he stared and smiled down at me.

"Hello love!" he whispered.

"What's going on? How did you get in here?"

"Let's just say that you and I have a friend who works here, who tipped me off that you were here." He said. "The problem is that your ex and her beau also have a source in here that tipped them off and unfortunately, they've called the cops who will be here any minute."

The lights snapped on and a voice boomed from behind us.

"Four minutes to be exact." The nurse said as she stepped into the room.

"I don't know what they told you Angie, but they were all lies." I slurred.

"Nothing personal." She said. "But they paid well for the tip."

The nurse stepped up closer and smiled smugly at Hal who smiled back.

"Nothing personal either." He said, punching her with a left cross just as she recognized what was coming. She hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"We need to get you out of here to some place nice to recover." He said as she dropped me gently in a wheelchair and placed the nurse in the bed in my place. Finding the hallway clear, we turned a hard right and made our way to a back entrance. Hal had bypassed the alarm and we slipped unnoticed into the parking lot and into a waiting sedan with heavy tinted windows. Once I was seated in back and strapped in, he pulled away towards the exit. We had almost made it to the street when we rolled by the front entrance and my eyes focused on a form that was standing in the shadows under a maple tree talking on a mobile form. 

Hal didn't seem to notice and continued to stare straight ahead as we made our way to the street as I stared back over my shoulder. I was still in a fog, but if I didn't know better, that was Terry under the tree.

"Was that Terry?" Hal inquired, his eyes watching me in the rear-view mirror.

I nodded.

"We'll have to switch cars again." Hal replied, completely at ease as though he were describing a trip to the gas station.

It was only two cop cars, but they had the lights on and were headed in the opposite direction, passing us in the opposite direction.

"That was too quick." I said, nervous that they would know I was gone that much sooner.

"Better this way. If that was Terry, he could have noticed and called in the plate on this car. If we passed those cops ten minutes from now, they would have stopped us instead of continuing on."

We turned off the main road and onto gravel, traveling for several miles until we reach an industrial complex. As promised, we changed to an unmarked panel van which Hal had loaded up for our comfort and a long haul. He wiped down the other car like a pro and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Ready to go?" he asked, but I was already asleep.

Terry watched as the two squad cars pulled in up front and three of the officers walked inside as the fourth swung around back. Ten minutes later, they were back out front and rolling away empty-handed, much to Terry's amazement. He popped open the cell phone and speed-dialed.

"It's me. They left already. Stacy must have gotten out."

Silence.

"I don't know what happened. She'd be in cuffs by now if she were in there."

Silence.

"Look. I'll find out what I can and call you back. . .Wait. Someone is coming this way. Might be our girl."

The nurse approached and glared at Terry while she rubbed her chin, a bruise already beginning to form.

"Give me the phone." She demanded. Terry complied.

"She's gone. Some guy helped her." The nurse said, relaying the details. "I still expect the cash for the tip."

Terry took the phone back as the nurse turned on a heel and walked back towards the building and out of the chilly, night air.

"Yeah." He said.

"It was Terry. He must have gotten her out before they arrived. A car passed me a few minutes ago but I didn't catch the plate."

"Drive around and look for it." She instructed.

"Don't want me to call in a tip so the cops are looking for it?"

"How are you going to explain why you're doing it? Just drive around and look. Probably a lost cause but the town is only so big. Give it two hours. After that come back here."

He hung up and headed for his car to begin the fruitless search. We were already across the state border and well on our way to our next destination as I continued to sleep comfortably in the back of the van as it gently rocked its way down the road with my knight in shinning armor behind the wheel.

"I'm coming back. Didn't find any sign of them. Cops don't look overly concerned either since they only have one car out according to the scanner and it's doing leisurely turns around the other side of town."

Terry hung up the phone and turned onto the interstate and left the Rockies behind him in the review mirror as he turned towards the lightening sky in the east.

Chapter 22 - Saturday, April 2nd - 9:18 a.m.

I hadn't come fully awake when the truck slowed and left the interstate, but the aroma of food and my empty stomach was enough to draw me from my sleep. Remembering we were technically on the run again from the law I lay quiet until we picked up speed and were safely under way again.

"Bacon egg McCroissantwich or pancakes?" Hal asked, setting the bag on the floor between the seats without pulling his eyes from the road.

"What if I want both?" I asked teasingly.

Hal didn't respond but simply held out his own sandwich, already open and half eaten. My stomach was still doing flip-flops so I decided to go with the stable cakes smothered in maple syrup. When those were gone, I tried for a more comfortable position and started on the greasy sandwich. I hadn't been allowed any fluids since my surgery and drank down the milk and orange juice with gusto. When breakfast was finally completed I bagged it all up and lay back down.

"How did you find me?" I finally asked.

"Only so many places to have surgery like you had and it just took a little bit of cash with the promise of more to find you. Tough part was waiting."

I nodded, staring at the top of the moving vehicle.

"What if I decided to not go through with it? Did you know where I was before scheduling it?"

"No. You did a pretty good job covering your tracks since leaving Detroit. Didn't pop up on the usual radar screens any way. Seems our 'friends' also had a pretty good idea you would end up at one of the surgical centers here in the states as well.

"I was going to compliment you on your methodology but since they figured it out too, I'll just keep that to myself."

"I expected you would cruise through surgery and disappear again into the wood work but alas, Christa and Terry were tipped off too quickly for you to make your escape."

"You were just going to let me disappear again?" I asked, disappointed.

Hal chuckled again as he was often apt to do.

"No. You weren't going to get away from me again. I was going to sweep away anyone following you and then tail you home, wherever you've been keeping yourself lately. Hope it wasn't too nice of a setup."

I smiled at the thought but knew he couldn't see it.

"I can't go back there, can I? This seems to be becoming a habit."

"Only one or two more moves and you can call it quits for a while I think. And the smart answer would be no. My contact informs me that the approval procedures are pretty strict and that the hospital needs to confer with the doctor who approved you for surgery. Since you registered under the identity that I gave you, I can assume that the hospital and the doctor are both aware of your living arrangements?"

I nodded to myself. "I did give the psychologist a bogus address but he found out I wasn't there. Told him I had just moved and had to give him the new address. Not sure if he believed me or not but he kept me on and we worked through it until we were both convinced I truly wanted the surgery."

We rode in silence before I spoke up again. It was strange, but since my escape from Detroit I really didn't have an opportunity to just talk to anyone.

"Guess I won't be going back then?"

"Even if you had managed to leave for home uninterrupted, I would have caught up with you and tried to convince you of the dangers of going back. They had a source in the hospital as well and can only assume they would have been waiting for you there. If I were them, I would have waited for you there. They got sloppy and impatient."

"No loss I can assure you. It was a dump."

"I figured it had to be if you managed to scrimp away enough cash to have surgery. No worries though. We still have cash on hand for our grand escape."




Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a3



I liked the sound of that. Fortunately, we continued to talk about some lighter subjects and moved far away from a topic I didn't want to discuss and that was how I had managed to feed and house myself in addition to earning enough to pay for surgery, not all of it legal but easy enough to do given my training.

"I didn't really want to go back to North Dakota." I said, the winter dragging on like it would never end.

"That might be a problem then." He said chuckling.

"Spit it out."

"We're heading for Montana. Not only bone chilling cold but a foot of snow when I left."

"Great!" I exclaimed, wrapping myself even tighter in the blanket to keep out the imagined cold my brain had conjured up.

"Not to worry Love, it's only a temporary retreat while. Warm destinations in our future after that!"

I had thoughts of tropical climates in my head as I lay back down and drifted back into an easy slumber as the road pitched higher into the Rockies as we made our way to our next destination.

Chapter 23 - Tuesday, June 14th - 1:00 p.m.

The last of the snow was finally gone and the forecast said it was the last of it until the fall. I, for one, was glad that it was gone but it appeared that we would skip the spring and jump right to summer as the warm weather finally made it to our doorstep. We had landed just outside of Yosemite Park and a small home awaited us there. Hal it seems had some talent as a photographer and had all the right equipment scattered around the living room. He didn't do it for the money necessarily, but when the few visitors came around it provided a perfect cover given the proximity to the park. It wasn't really an occupation but more of a hobby that helped him pass the time as I recovered over the next couple of weeks. As we passed the first month away I was fully healed and began to set up our little household, much in need of a woman's touch. We were renting so there was only so much I could do.

I was starting on dinner when Hal came in, carrying an armload of photographic equipment.

"Hello Love." He said, walking up behind his happy girlfriend who had adjusted to the wilderness.

I turned and we embraced, kissing softly in the glow of the cheap fluorescent lighting.

"Have a good day?" I asked.

"It was an interesting day to say the least." He said as he pulled away and dropped his digital camera into the docking port attached to the printer station. A few buttons later and the printer went to work kicking out a few selected shots from today.

The stew for dinner had was several hours away from being edible so we nibbled on bread and lunch meat and chatted about a few inconsequential things. When we nearing the end of our meal, I cleaned up as he went to check on the printer. When he returned a minute later, he held several in his hands and the usual smile was more forced. I noticed the change in his demeanor immediately.

"What's up?" I asked. "Today's work stink?"

"Recognize it?" he asked, handing me the photo as though I would know what famous landmark in the park he had photographed today. I had been out with him a few times but was hardly a tourist guide in training. The photo in my hands wasn't the landscape I was expecting. If I didn't know any better I would say it was taken not too far from the house.

"That the stand of trees down my the road?" I asked.

"Yup. Recognize him?"

I shook my head.

"Nice composition though." I remarked, noticing how the man was framed and the lighting perfect.

He chuckled at the levity but I could tell by the look in his eyes that this was serious.

"Who is he? Feds?"

"No. Doesn't look like a Fed. If he, the game would already be over. Must be a PI. Looks like your ex is still worried that you're out to get her."

"I don't know if she should be." I said, leaning against the counter, suddenly weary. "I wanted to get her something awful, but had resigned myself to get on with my life once I had the surgery."

"But her meddling and Terry's appearance changed that?"

I nodded.

"Probably my fault for calling her up and threatening her." I said.

"You have to admit though it was pretty funny."

"Yeah. It was. Gave me all the justice I felt I needed, considering the circumstances."

We hugged again, holding each other for comfort as the minutes passed. We finally pulled away when I heard a car approach on the gravel out front. We often kept to ourselves so it wasn't often when someone just stopped by. The pickup truck stopped right out front and a man and his dog jumped out and came up to the door but they didn't bother knocking because Hal had stepped out.

"Hello Carl." He said. "Come on in."

They came inside and his golden lab came over to me in the kitchen, drawn by the aroma of the stew on the stove. I loved dogs and was sure I would have another one day. He followed me back as the introductions were made. It's a good thing Hal did the introductions because my name had changed yet again to Katie Wilson, Mrs. Katie Wilson, the happy wife on Ronald Wilson, an up and coming wildlife photographer.

"This is Carl Johansen. Deputy with the local police department."

I did the gracious thing and shook hands, not missing a beat, but went back to petting his beautiful dog so I wouldn't have to fear tipping our hand.

"Want a beer?" Hal asked. "Come on in and sit down."

"Love to but I can't stay long. Just wanted to swing by on my way home and let you know that there was a guy in today asking about you. Private investigator from the southeast." He said, passing Hal a slip of paper with the info on it. "Thought you'd like to know."

"Appreciate it Carl." Hal replied. "This him?" he asked, fishing out the photo from his pocket.

The deputy took it and studied it for only a second before nodding.

"Yup. That's him. Came in late yesterday and talked to Charlie but he didn't give him anything. This the stand of trees down by the road?" he asked, holding up the photo.

It was Hal's turn to nod.

"I'm heading into work now. Need anything?"

"Are you going to be out this way around seven?"

"Sure. I'll be out in the car tonight. What do you have in mind?" he asked casually.

"Need a few hours here to get ready to go. Can I call in a suspicious person roaming the woods nearby and have them call it in to you?"

Carl smiled.

"No problem. I'll take him for a long car ride and ask him a few questions. We'll lock him up until morning, then I'll have to let him go. He alone?"

"Yeah. All by himself. Don't know for how long but if he isn't there will only be another two people with him most likely, a man and a woman."

"Alright. I'll be out this way at seven then. If we get strangers in before then I'll give you a call."

"Appreciate everything Carl."

"No problem Ron. Take care."

With that he departed and life for us was going to change again. Even before the deputy and his dog were gone, Hal had already begun packing up his camera gear. We didn't have much else in the way of possessions so I had our clothes packed in a matter of minutes and everything but dinner was safely stowed away in our SUV in the garage with little effort.

I was getting ready to pull the stew from the stove when Hal stepped into the kitchen and stopped me.

"We need to eat."

"Don't feel much like eating." I said dejectedly, staring out the kitchen window until I realized that was where the private investigator had set up shop. "This isn't going to end, is it?"

"Doesn't look like it. As I see it, we have four options open to us. One, we can turn ourselves in and deal with the results.

I didn't like being on the run but was liking the new me and potential life I had with Hal.

"Two, we can run again and hope they don't find us. Don't forget that the they're the only ones looking for us. The cops never bothered to look for two missing employees after their employment ended."

"Nope. Next option?"

"Three, we turn the tables, hunt them down and persuade them to turn the other cheek and get on with their lives."

"I don't think that will work either. Look at the lengths they've gone to so far." I said, motioning towards the PI hiding in the woods outside.

"Fourth, we find them and deal with the 'problem'."

I knew what he was referring to and although it appealed to me, I don't know if I could go through with it. I didn't know about Debbie and her husband until it was over. I often thought about what would have happened if I had knew what Hal was up to. I loved the man even though I knew what he had accomplished. He had done it for me and I knew he would do it again. It was hard to believe that a man who was so gentle and kind could be capable of such violence.

"We don't have to decide now. We can just relocate and begin a passive search for them. Unlike us, they aren't living off the grid. Shouldn't be too hard to pick up the scent and when we do, we can work our way down the options, keeping them on the run and see what happens."

"That sounds like an acceptable plan." I said.

We milled around, trying to preoccupy ourselves until the appointed hour. I was impatient to get on our way and pulled the stew from the stove as soon as it could possibly be done so I would have something to do. As it was, it finished up around 6:30 and we ate in silence as I continued to watch the clock. Unable to contain myself any longer, I encouraged Hal to make the call ten minute early and at 7:08 p.m. we could see the squad car pull up and throw on his lights. The deputy strolled from his car as though on a mission and stepped out of sight into the woods, returning a few minutes later with a man clearly agitated, hands cuffed behind his back. Thirty seconds later, the lights went off and the car turned around in the short grass and was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding and turned away from the window.

"Ready to go?" he asked. "Your chariot awaits."

I tried to smile but it felt weak as we climbed into the vehicle and pulled away on the next leg of a journey that had grown tiresome. I'm sure Hal had already decided, but I knew then that we would never truly be free while Christa and Terry were running around, spending resources on tracking us down. The law wasn't after us but with money, unpleasant 'accidents' could be arranged and I was determined now that if they happened to anyone, it wasn't going to be me or Hal, a man I had grown to love.

Chapter 24 - Friday, June 17th - 2:35 p.m.

For the first few minutes, it actually felt like we had begun life anew and as I lay on the bed with my ears closed, I could picture the hotel as a fancy honeymoon suite. I didn't even have to hear Hal coming down the hall but simply sensed him there as he walked in, strolled over we kissed gently, his comforting hand holding my feminine waist.

"We could just stay here you know." I said quietly.

"Might take a few days to get a new set of ID's but we could run again too." He responded. 

I knew now that it was hopeless to run but was having problems finding the energy to do either. It pays to have someone nipping at your heels if you really need to be motivated and fortunately we didn't at the moment.

"My hotel room ready?" I asked.

Hal set the key on my stomach.

"Connecting room. Any trouble and I'll be in there in two seconds."

"Do I just scream if there are any problems?" I asked.

"No need. I set up a small camera on the dresser and ran the wire under the adjoining door to the TV in here." As if to emphasize the point, he flicked it on by remote and a view of a hotel one just like this room came into view.

"Bottle of wine?" I asked, seeing the cheap ice bucket and bottle neck sticking up from it, two cheap, plastic glasses on the nightstand.

"Thought it might be nice to edge off." He said smiling.

"Work, work, work." I said feigning my exasperation. "That's all you use me for any more. Slave labor."

I started to get up and was rewarded with a tender smack on the ass for my sly look. He was smiling to.

"I better not catch you in here whacking off by yourself either."

"I'll try to wait for you."

I walked through the connecting door and shut them both behind me, confirming that Hal had disabled both locks first. The wine hadn't gotten fully chilled yet but the taste was very nice as I sat on the bed and danced seductively around in front of the small camera lens I had found. It was a new model and if I hadn't known where to look I never would have found it. When the knock at the door came, I tossed back the last sip of wine in the glass, set it on the nightstand and walked to the door. When I flicked it open, there was a young man standing there, wearing an uncomfortable grin on his face.

"Hi." He said.

"Hello." I smiled, chewing on my bottom lip in a way that was perfectly clear. "Come in."

I stepped back and let him walk awkwardly inside. Not sure what to do, he continued a few more steps and ten stood there.

"It's Kevin, isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Ma'am? We're all friends here, aren't we? Please call me Shannon." I said, running my hand across his arm as I laughed lightly. "Thanks for coming up by the way."

"My pleasure. Is that the camera there?" he said, strolling over to the spare bed and picked it up, moving nimbly through the switches and settings.

I walked over and took the camera from his hands and tossed it back on the bed. I could hear the cursing coming through the wall knowing that Hal had just seen me tossing his expensive equipment around as though it were a toy. Good, I thought, he was paying attention. Kevin must have heard him to because he looked towards the wall dividing the two rooms. I stepped up face to face with him when he turned back to the camera lying there. He looked thoroughly confused until I pressed my breasts right up to the edge of his chest and wrapped my two arms around his neck. He was a good six inches taller than I was so it was a stretch but since Hal was the same size I had had a lot of practice.

The look on Kevin's face changed immediately. It was clear that camera was no longer on his mind. We really were like clay in the arms of a woman, I thought, the situation so ironic with the table turned. I was on the other side of the coin and it seemed so easy and it was.

"I'm afraid I didn't really need any help with that camera Kevin."

"You. . . you didn't?" he asked, looking uncertain.

"Un-huh. You see, I came here for a little relaxation but I was just lying to myself. I've only been here a few hours and realized that what I really needed to do was find a real man to give me what I'm looking for. And you looked so sharp in this uniform." I said, running my hands down the rows of buttons holding it on. "I just was hoping you're not married."

He had the look on his face as though he had just verified the winning numbers on a lottery ticket. The gears were turning and beginning to fall into place when he realized where this was going, but he was also trying to keep it all in check figuring it was too good to be true.

"No. . . I'm not married. No girlfriend either." He emphasized.

"You know right where I was going with all this, didn't you. I'm just a giant open book to you and you were toying with me by looking at the camera, weren't you?"

He nodded, trying to look nonchalant. God this is so easy.

"You can hold me too you know." I said.

His hands dropped to my waist, but he laid them on there like he was carrying groceries and I could tell he was unaccustomed to the situation but not at all uncomfortable. Kevin's breathing had picked up and his mouth hung slightly open and I knew that the hormones and millions of years of wiring in his brain were beginning to take over. Instinct was driving him now as I pulled him closer and leaned up, pressing my lips to his, working our mouths slowly together, tongues gently probing each other.

If his hands were inexperienced before, they caught on quick and began to work themselves across the sides of my tank top which was pulled out from the tops of my shorts, his fingers excitedly finding the flesh of my torso. I had his shirt off about the time his hands worked up my belly and found the large mounds of breast, gently held by the tank top that quickly came up over my hand. I could feel his body tremble under my touch as we stood there, half naked, a heat building up inside our bodies. I pulled him back towards the bed and lie down, pulling him towards me as we continued to kiss. It wasn't long though when his lips pulled away from mine and began to work their way down the sides of my neck.

Holding him tighter to me, his mouth latched onto a breast and he went to work suckling on the erect nipple there. Knowing darn well that Hal would be sitting on the edge of the bed now, watching the porno going on in the next room, I looked right at the camera and began to moan loudly, arching my mouth open as though an orgasmic scream was about to leap out. I couldn't help but laugh though, continuing to watch the tiny lens and picturing the tortured man on the other end of the tiny cable. I turned my attention back again as the young man tried to consume me as though the ride was coming back into the station and wasn't ready to disembark.

I would be lying if I didn't say it felt good but I could feel my control slipping away again as he became more animated like it did with the Hennesey's. If the kid new the routine, he could have commanded me to do anything and I would have jumped at the chance. Always in a hurry to score a homerun, I could feel his hand around my navel as he switched to the other breast. The shorts I had on had a simple elastic waist and I could feel his large hand slide inside and move gently down between my legs that I spread without the slightest hint of resistance.

I arched my back as two of his fingers slipped inside me. It was a new sensation that was so erotic, knowing as I looked down that the only bulge there was his hand and that he was reaching inside me now.

It was so easy to manipulate him and derive pleasure for myself at the same time. 

"Not yet." I managed to breathe, but he didn't appear to hear me and I could feel my shorts and panties come off as one and fall to the cheap hotel carpet. His hand slid up on thigh and I spread myself wider, ready to give myself to him totally, despite needing his help.

"Wait." I pleaded, as he continued to rub his fingers between the new valley between my legs. "Stand up."

He must have understood my intentions because he heard me and did as I asked, facing me as I sat up on the bed.

"You want to suck it, don't you?" he asked but it registered in my brain as something else entirely.

"Yes please." I said, reaching up automatically and undoing the belt from his waist. His own shorts landed near mine and he kicked them to the side, confidence growing within him to match the erection clearly evident under the thin material of the boxers that failed to contain it.

"Keep going." He said and I did. I reached up with manicured hands and slid them carefully into the elastic waist and tugged them to the floor where he shoved those to the side. The huge erection was flopping out in front of my face and I wasn't going to be able to resist I knew, my body beginning to shake with anticipation.

"You're going to suck it and you're going to like it. Got it?"

"I'm going to suck it and like it." I echoed, reaching up and taking his cock in one hand and slipping the other under his balls, which elicited a moan of joy from him.

"Suck it." He commanded, not really knowing if I was going to do it. He didn't have to wait long to find out as I slid my head forward to meet his hips pushing forward and I took him into my salivating mouth quickly finding a rhythm that both of us found comfortable.




Quiet Servitude Pt. 06a3



"Oh yeah." He moaned, in his own world now.

I had been the seductress ten minutes ago but was now the one eating out of his hand.

"I'm getting close. Lay back and spread those beautiful legs." He said as I complied and was on my back, my legs wide open for him. He had a lustful sneer on his lips as he crawled onto the bed and stared down at me. I could feel the tip of his cock dance around the narrow funnel between my legs as she lowered himself further, taking the tip of a breast in his mouth. Finally convinced it had found his mark, he twisted his hips slightly and pushed at my body, in and out slightly until he was sure he had found the target and pushed with gusto. Knowing it could come to this I had lubed up generously and he slid in as far as my limited femininity would allow, but he didn't seem to notice my shallow restriction as he pushed and pulled the end of his shaft in and out.

"You like that bitch?" he asked and I did.

"Yes."

"That's good because I'm going to fuck you all afternoon."

"Please. Fuck me all you want." I responded as programmed, his sneer had grown wide from my submissive behavior.

He continued to pound me until the door a fist began pounding at the door to the hallway. Kevin froze, his body stopping in mid thrust. 

"Don't stop." I pleaded.

"Shhhhhh." He commanded and I felt quiet, trying to twist my hips to get him jump started again, my hands working sliding across his chest as he continued to stare at the door as though willing it to stay in place. The pounding repeated itself and it was clear it was the door to this room that was receiving the blows.

"Who is it?" he asked nervously.

"Hotel security! Open up!"

"Aw fuck." He whispered, sliding out of me and back into his clothes.

"Where are you going?" I asked, still wanting him as I had been taught to do.

"Shhhhhh. . . . Get into the bathroom and close the door. Stay in there."

Reluctantly, I complied and disappeared into the tiny room, closing the door behind me. I could hear the outer door open and the voice from the hall move inside.

"Jones. Corporate security for the hotel chain. What are you doing in here? You know hotel employees aren't allowed in the room unless they're making deliveries and I don't see food or flowers, so what's your story?"

Even from the bathroom I could picture Hal, pretending he was security, leaning over the stuttering hotel employee.

"I . . I . . got a call from the guest here about some tech support." He stammered.

"All through here then?"

"Yes Sir."

"Beat it."

I continued to listen from my perch on the toilet as I pictured the dejected hotel IT guy shuffle from the room.

"One more thing. A pair of hotel guests stayed here last October. Checked out on the 8th. I need the names of all guests leaving here that day, paired up or single including home addresses. Get it now and bring it back here on the double. You've got twenty minutes and keep it under wraps, we don't want this kind of thing to get out. Now beat it."

I heard the heavy room door slam shut and a moment later a rap of knuckles brought me back around.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Who do you think it is?" Hal asked, stepping into the room.

I rose up toe to toe and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Since you chased him away, you better be ready to pick up where he left off because I'm all fired up and ready to go!" I said with a smile.

He took my hand and led me back into the room where he shed his clothes and lifted me back onto the bed.

"Get on all fours." He said with a devilish grin.

"Yes Sir." I replied, unable to resist his commands as he took up position behind me. It didn't take long before he was inside me and I was back in the heat of the moment, enjoying the delicious feelings ebb and tide through my soul.

"Can't wait to watch this on DVD tonight!" he said with a heavy breath.

"You are recording this." I moaned.

"Yes. And you're going to like it! Got it?"

"Yes. I'm going to like it." I replied.

I felt Hal exploded in me as I roared, certain that the patrons in the nearest rooms must have heard. We were both breathing heavily when a think stack of computer paper slid under the hotel room door. Collapsing in each others arms we giggled like a pair of love struck teens as a slow set of feet shuffled slowly away. We woke up together just as dinner approached, one kind of hunger replacing another.

Chapter 25 - Saturday, June 18th - 7:55 p.m.

"See anything?" I asked, climbing back into the sedan as Hal continued to eyeball a building in the distance.

"Nothing. It is Saturday night after all. If they come back at all, it could be late."

I passed him the sack of food after removing my burger and chocolate shake as I sat back nibbling on a handful of fries.

"Shall we kick the door down?" I asked with a mouthful of food. Hal and I were beyond social etiquette after our short time together.

We finished our lunch in silence over the next few minutes and bagged up our trash.

"Shall we?" Hal asked.

"Shall we what?"

"Go knock."

"Beats wasting a Saturday afternoon."

We crawled out of the car and headed for the buildings entrance. Hal's disguise consisted of the grungy Chiefs hat he never managed to lose despite my best efforts.

"Why is it called a baseball cap if it has a football teams logo on it?"

"I'm from Australia. You're the yank. Aren't you supposed to know the answer to that one?" he chided with a grin as we strolled inside. I would be lying if I didn't feel a spasm deep inside my gut when I realized I was drawing up to an apartment door, behind which my loving ex-wife was waiting. As though sensing my discomfort, Hal wrapped a reassuring arm around my shoulders and drew me closer as we climbed the second and final set of steps..

"They are probably gone you know."

I nodded.

If he hadn't been with me, I was sure I wouldn't have made it into the building but as it was now, we found ourselves standing in front of the door only seconds later. Hal reached into his pocket, withdrew a sticky note with some scribbled message across it that was all but illegible and pressed it firmly against the door over the peephole. Before I could stop him, he knocked firmly and then grabbed my shoulders moved me off to the side. A few seconds passed and we could hear steps approaching. Without hesitation and with no fear, the occupant pulled the door open fully and greeted Hal.

"Yes?" the woman asked. I could tell it wasn't Christa.

"Hello ma'am. I'm Roger and this is my girlfriend Britney. We're looking for our friend Carla. Haven't talked to her for six months but we thought this was her place." Hal said, trying to look embarrassed at our intrusion.

"I'm sorry. I don't know who the couple was who lived here before me. They left suddenly I know because I was on a waiting list for an apartment here but only for a few weeks and was told it would be much longer."

"So you haven't been here long?" I asked, stepping towards Hal. I couldn't help but look passed the elderly woman and into the apartment. She was eyeing me curiously as she talked but my eyes continued to scan the room, expecting to see Christa standing inside or some of our belongings. I couldn't figure out whether or not I was relieved or disappointed. Either way, knowing that Christa and Terry had lived in the space and breathed the air really seemed to piss me off enough that my normally good graces when talking to someone went right out the window. Hal picked up the slack and continued to ask all sorts of questions, trying to tease out any bit of information but he was running dry. He finally gave up and we walked back to our car.

"Britney?" I asked. "I like her music, but you wouldn't seriously do that to me would you?"

He smiled as we climbed back inside.

"Running out aliases for you!" he mocked.

It appeared as though Hal had another destination in mind as we pulled away and jumped on the freeway, leaving Phoenix behind us.

"Where to now?"

"We are heading East my dear!"

"Can you be more specific? There's a lot of real estate east of here."

"Thought we'd take a trip to Tampa."

I knew where he was going with this. Our last lead was the investigator who came after us in Montana.

"Think they're in Tampa?"

"Most people don't have a PI in their rolodex. When you need one you either get a recommendation or grab someone out of the phonebook. Money doesn't seem to an object but I'm guessing that they went with local talent."

Sounded logical and we didn't have much else to go on.

"And if they don't show up at his office I can always schedule a 'private' interview or toss his office. One thing about PI's, they aren't normally overly cautious in their own little world despite being a paranoid lot. Probably has your wife's number on his desk."

"Paranoid? Something you know from experience?" I mocked with a smile.

"I did the PI thing for a while."

He was wearing his trademark smirk and I didn't know whether or not to believe him.

"That make you paranoid?"

"You and I avoid the law, escape from a PI and live for months under assumed identities, successively I might assume. That takes a load of paranoia so I'm not the only one."

We were laughing now and it felt good to cut loose as we pulled out of town and headed east, continuing on a journey I wasn't sure I was ready to make.

Chapter 26 - Friday, June 24th - 6:10 p.m.

The door to the motel room opened and out of paranoia, I looked up from the kitchenette area to verify it was Hal. He looked tired and I knew the long hours over the past few days were beginning to wear on him. I didn't even have to ask.

"Don't know how they picked this guy but he's not even a very good investigator. Lives on a broken down boat across town, eats garbage all day and your ex must be his only client. Can't see that he does anything really."

"He DID manage to track us down though."

"He did indeed. But when we're your only case and cash is thrown at you maybe he picked up his motivation a bit. Maybe he has a strong network of people." He said with a shrug.

"Ready to eat?"

"Yeah. Taking the evening off. Once he headed for the strip club I figured he was done for the evening so I'd call it quits too."

We dished out our favorite, mac and cheese, and sat down at the bar with the local news on just in case. So far, my search at the courthouse and local papers had also come up dry. Knowing Christa, she always propagated to the spotlight so if they were in Florida it was only a matter of time.

My mind began to wander and delicious thoughts slowly invaded.

"You don't think Christa's working at the club do you? Terry working as a bathroom valet?"

Hal nibbled at a fork full of noodles as she sat there smirking, one raised eyebrow pointing at him.

"You didn't?"

"Of course I did. Had to keep an eye on him and make sure he wasn't meeting them there."

"I can't believe you!" I said with mock shock. 

He shrugged.

"Might have to check it out again tomorrow. They might only meet on the weekends."

"That right? Maybe you just need a better show around here to keep you home at night."

"All I have are twenties?" he said, emptying his wallet.

"That's more than enough Love! Let's retire to the living room, shall we?"

The dishes could wait.

Chapter 27 - Saturday, June 25th - 7:30 a.m.

We woke up together but just stayed in bed, enjoying the warm sunshine streaming into the bedroom. It was a habit I was looking forward to continuing, long into the future. We talked about little things in life, wants and desires, but after an hour, Hal's stomach growled from under the sheets and mine responded.

"Suppose we should eat." He asked.

"Suppose we should." I replied.

"Then we make a little run downtown for some B and E?"

I just continued to lay there staring at the ceiling.

"No?" he asked. "Do we just make a run for it instead?"

"No. We need to see this through." I sighed, resigned to the fact that we were going to have to tippy-toe back across the line and do some criminal things again to get the info we needed. "Maybe just roughing up the investigator wouldn't be quiet so . . . illegal?"

"Maybe we could do that for fun after this is all over. Easier to just do a little snooping."

"You're right. Let's do it and get this over with."

"Not losing your nerve, are you?"

"No. Just want to be back on the right side of the law eventually."

"Then you're in?"

"Yes." I replied. "This a test or something?"

"Yes. As a matter or fact it was." He said, reaching across to the nightstand to retrieve something.

"What's this?" I asked, taking the folded piece of paper from him.

Hal got up out of bed and strolled towards the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He just chuckled as I started tossing out an excited string of obscenities. With a wide smile I kicked the door open and hoisted the note towards him.

"You already broke in?" I asked, somewhat relieved.

"No. Once I saw what a crappy PI he was I went for the wallet and bribed him. Didn't take much."

"How much money do we have exactly?"

"No worries there. I used to be an investment banker."

I eyed him warily, not knowing whether or not to believe. In either case, we were on the road in twenty minutes, dining once again from a greasy sack.

Chapter 28 - Saturday, June 25th - 4:05 p.m.

"Welcome to South Carolina."

I stirred from my carbohydrate induced slumber as the afternoon grew long, the sun casting bright sunshine down upon the state.

"Always loved it here." I remarked. "Thought I would get a chance to live in Charleston at some point in my life; walk the beaches at sunset."

"Can't promise you'll do that for a lifetime but I think we can manage it tonight." He said, trying to put a smile on my face. There was a very good chance we'll be meeting up with Christa and Terry in the next day or two and my nerves were growing ragged. I hadn't slept well the last few nights and it beginning to show in the reflection I faced in the mirror each day. The woman who stared back was starting to look older by the day and it was a trend I wasn't looking forward to continuing. Either way, a decision would have to be made and action taken. Ultimately, I would be the only who would face the choice that I would have to make and I wasn't entirely sure I could do it.

Three uneventful hours later we parked and strolled into our hotel lobby just off of Battery Street downtown. It wasn't a beach, but it was on the water and the fresh air gave the evening a magical feel. I was trying to soak it all in, hoping it would drive the dread I could feel building in my guts.

"Let's find some real food." Hal said as he stepped up next to me our front. He had changed back into his jeans while I had chosen a summer dress with spaghetti straps. It was going to be a cool evening but the chilly air sweeping in off the ocean felt invigorating as we walked slowly along the avenue in search of local cuisine. With a slew of restaurants offering seafood in every shape and variety, it didn't take long to make our selection. The main brunt of the dining brunt had moved on to local nightclubs for Saturday night entertainment so we were able to get a table for two near the window with a decent view of the harbor. It was the perfect, romantic setting I always pictured ourselves sharing as we ate our appetizers and danced as our meals of surf and turf were being prepared in the back.

"Is it always going to be like this?" I asked as we returned to our table and our meals.

"Absolutely." He smiled.

I wasn't sure if he could divine our futures but I had to admire his optimism. He always exuded a positive sense about him while I, it seemed, was always seeing things through a pessimistic lens. He could sense the growing concern in me so he continued.

"After this week is over with, everything is going to be just perfect."

I nodded as I dug into my crab legs with a hunger I didn't realize was there. Hal had opted for lobster and he seemed to be harboring the same sense of hunger as we began to eat in silence until the hunger was at least partially satisfied. We continued chatting away like a young couple on a first date, completely engrossed in one another. No room for dessert, we elected for coffee and continue to sit there making eyes at one another until I froze, my stare shifting away from Hal to a spot just over his left shoulder. 

I could almost feel time begin to slow down around me as though I were in a bubble. The clamor in the restaurant suddenly dissipated, the noise that had filled the place only seconds early suddenly began to recede into the distance. Hal continued to laugh, his motions in slow motion, the sound not reaching my ears. The only thing I could hear now was the raspy breathing as I inhaled and exhaled heavily. My heart had picked up speed and was hammering in my chest. In my peripheral vision I could see Hal turn slowly and looked over his shoulder, a look of concern replacing his jovial smile.

"Is that them?" he asked desperately.

My eyes continued to track a man and a woman walking passed the restaurant across the street.

"IS that THEM?" Hal asked again.

I still couldn't speak but felt my chin nodding slightly as my eyes were still locked on the pair, walking as though they didn't have a care in the world.

Hal motioned for the waiter and tossed some bills on the table as he took my arm as casually as he could and I felt myself being led through a maze of tables. It felt like a dream until the night air rushed over us. Hal still had his arm around my waist as we continued down the sidewalk. Christa and Terry were thirty or forty yards ahead of us and across the street but I felt naked as we walked across the street in the same direction. If they turned, I'm sure they wouldn't have recognized us as Hal kept our pace nice and slow to match theirs but it felt like we were out in the open with no where to hide.

"Just relax and breathe." Hal instructed.

We made two turns down side streets and continued to drift further back, giving them as much room as we could afford. If it hadn't been for Hal, I would have turned and ran in the other direction. I could feel my legs grow wobbly as we continued our unhurried pursuit of my ex-wife and her lover.

"Let's just go back to the hotel, Hal?" I pleaded. "We can come back tomorrow."

"Sorry Love but we can't. The address the PI gave me is clear across town and it's clear they aren't walking back to their car. We have to find out where they're going."

I wanted to turn and run but the strong arm wrapped around me kept us moving forward. As we neared the next intersection, I could see Christa and Terry turn and walk up a set of stairs and into a townhouse buried in a row of a dozen others just like it. To keep from arousing suspicion we continued on down the street. A hundred yards up the way we stopped in a small park and took a seat on a wooden bench.

"Stay here for and wait for me. I'll be back in a few minutes." He said, wrapping his windbreaker around my shoulders. The heated sweat that was popping out of my skin earlier at the restaurant was gone now and I had grown cold and numb from the sudden appearance of Christa on the street.

"Where are you going?" I asked, finally snapping back to reality.

"Just going to take a quick look around. I'll be back in ten minutes."

With that he was gone. Instead of heading back towards the townhouse he went the other way and disappeared. I tried to look calm and collected as an occasional person or couple walked by. They didn't stare at me so I must have been passing for just another casual citizen out on a brisk, summer evening. My eyes to continued to stare down the street, scanning anyone walking or driving towards me, my fear that we had been spotted and led to this part of town for some nefarious reason.