By the time Tom got home, I was asleep in ‘my’ bed. The stress and anxiety level from the events of the past few days had exhausted me. Tom was kind enough to let me sleep. I woke up early the next morning, my parents would be home later that day. I went to the kitchen as Amphai, it felt strange to be wearing his (my?) clothes again.
I made a big breakfast for both of us. Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, juice, coffee, the works! Tom walked into the kitchen. Again, he was kind enough not to act surprised or say anything. “Good morning, Amphai. Thanks for making breakfast, I’m starving.”
We ate in silence for a while, just enjoying our meal. “Tom? I just want to thank you again for everything you have done and continue to do for me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
He smiled and nodded. “I know your parents are coming home later today. Maybe that’s a good thing. Instead of being caught up in the whirlwind of being Amy, maybe Amphai can use the time for introspection.”
I frowned. “Are-are you saying you don’t want me back in your house?”
He laughed sadly. “No, nothing like that at all. You, or Amy, are welcome back into my house anytime. Amphai, I had some time to reflect while I was going through Dr. Schmidt’s office. I’m wondering if in some way, I’m no better than Dr. Schmidt.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t EVER say that….” I began.
Tom interrupted me, holding up his hand. “Hear me out. When I saw Amy for the first time that night, I was smitten. The only thing I could think about was what I wanted. It never crossed my mind to think about what Amy might want. I didn’t give you much space or time to do that. I’m sure the incredible wardrobe and freedom to be Amy more often was overwhelming. And whether you want to admit it or not, I’m sure the gratitude you felt for that and opportunity and sorrow for my loss played a part in how you reacted to me.”
I sat there silently. There was a lot of truth in what Tom was saying. I’d never even taken the time to think about these things in depth.
“Wow, who needs Oscar, when I’ve got you Dr. Mason.”
Tom chuckled bitterly.
“Stop that. I wasn’t trying to be mean; I was trying to be complimentary. You have great insight, both into yourself and me!”
We just stared at each other for what seemed like hours but was only moments. “So, so, what do we do next?” I asked, lower lip trembling.
“We’re going to give each other some space; we have no choice. I got a call while I was cleaning Dr. Schmidt’s office. My company has a big project going on right now on the west coast. They’ve run into some problems, and they’d like me to go out and troubleshoot for a couple of weeks.”
“And?”
“And I’ve already texted your parents to let them know I’ve asked you to keep an eye on the house while I’m gone. You can still get as much ‘Amy time’ as you’d like, depending on your parents’ schedule of course.”
“When do you leave?”
“First thing tomorrow morning. My company wants me out there right away.”
I stood up to leave. “I’ll let you get packed. I promise to take good care of the house and not abuse the privilege.”
Tom stood up also. “I know you’ll take care of the house as if it were your own. I’m not in the least bit worried.”
He offered me his hand and I shook it. After everything we’d done together, that felt more than a little bit strange. “I’ll see you in two weeks when you get back.” I left and went back to my own house.
I was playing video games in the living room when my parents got home. I hugged my mom and shook hands with my dad. “Amphai, you look different. More confident, more at ease, I’m not sure what it is.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m doing so well in my classes and it’s relaxing to realize I got this college istanbul rus escort stuff. My confidence is sky high.”
“I’m happy to hear that son, but don’t get overconfident. Keep it going!”
“I will dad, I know I will.”
I didn’t get any Amy time for the next few days. I was able to go to Tom’s house but never had enough time to change. I was only supposed to be checking on things, not spending the day there.
We were eating dinner one evening when my mother smacked her forehead. “Amphai, I’m getting so forgetful. Your father and I leave for the Caribbean tomorrow. It’s our annual 2-week trip with our bridge group. In the past, Tom and Colette always kept an eye on you. Now, you’ll have to keep an eye on both houses.”
“I can handle this mom, it’s not a big deal.”
“Son, you’re turning into such a self-confident adult, it makes me proud.”
“Thanks dad. I want you guys to enjoy your trip, don’t worry about anything here. And I already know, NO parties!”
The three of us laughed together.
I waved one last time as the Uber backed out of the driveway. I pretended to walk back into our house but as soon as the Uber turned the corner, I did a U-turn and headed straight for Tom’s back door. Letting myself inside, I immediately went to ‘Amy’s room.’
It had been too long. I luxuriated in a musk-scented bubble bath in the main bathroom. I pampered myself with multiple washings and conditionings of my hair. I depilated even though I really didn’t need to. I shaved three times although my face was completely hairless after the first time. I got out of the tub, dried myself thoroughly and powdered myself from neck to toe with musk-scented body powder.
I put on the lingerie outfit Tom had bought for me on our trip to the mall. I wanted to feel sexy, I needed to feel sexy. I remembered Tom making love to me our first time. Maybe there was some overwhelming sense of gratitude sprinkled in, but I loved making love to Tom that night. He was hot, he was sexy, and he was great in bed! He knew how to satisfy a woman and make her feel good about herself!
I spent the day wandering around his house dressed as Amy. I was in heaven; it had been far too long since Amy had made an appearance. I had a late lunch / early dinner still dressed in my lingerie. I was sipping on a post-meal drink of white wine. I loved white wine when dressed as Amy. There was something about Amy sipping on a glass of white wine that just seemed to complete the feeling of being her.
And then an idea popped into my head out of nowhere. Well, probably not nowhere, it was my brain after all. I just hadn’t been consciously thinking about it. Amy was going out in public tonight for the first time by herself. I’d always been with Tom in the past, except when I went to see Dr. Schmidt, but I didn’t count those trips to my psychiatrist as ‘going out.’
I decided to go to The Blue Note Lounge, the jazz club where Charlie Watkins was a bartender. I went all out; I was probably overdressed for a laid-back place like that, but I didn’t care. I was wearing a black satin bodycon mini dress that featured a sleeveless sweetheart neckline, a padded bust with a wired notched detail at the center, and adjustable spaghetti straps for a customized fit with vertical seams down the front to create an hourglass silhouette.
I completed my outfit with sheer to the waist crotchless midnight-black pantyhose. For shoes, I had chosen black satin open toe, 4″ stiletto heels and rhinestone ankle straps that matched my rhinestone jewelry set. And of course, I couldn’t resist a dramatic nighttime makeup palette right down to sparkling crimson-red nail polish and lip gloss. I put on my last item. It was as much a surprise for me as it would be for any man who izmir escort was with me.
Amy looked hot, probably hotter than at any time except for when I dressed in the lingerie outfit Tom bought for me. I grabbed a black satin clutch purse with a rhinestone clasp, put my ID, credit card and touch-up makeup inside, and grabbed an Uber. The driver couldn’t take his eyes off me. “Um, sir. I appreciate the unspoken compliment but if you can’t stop looking at me, we’re going to get into an accident. Can you PLEASE keep your eyes on the road?”
He blushed beet-red. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never had anyone as beautiful as you in my car before. Are you a model or an actress?”
“No, I’m not but thank you. It’s kind of you to say that.”
We managed to get to the lounge; the driver kept his eyes on the road for the remainder of the ride, more or less. He got out and opened the door for me. I lightly rubbed my fingernails over his throbbing hard-on and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for getting me here in one piece,” I whispered into his ear.
I could hear him groaning as I strutted up to the door. The ID Tom had bought for Amy easily passed the doorman’s scrutiny and I went inside. I was right, I was definitely overdressed for the place, but I didn’t care. Looking around, I saw that Charlie was working. Every male eye in the place was on me, and plenty of female eyes as well, as I strolled to the bar, sat down at the end stool and crossed my legs.
Charlie’s back was to me, he was busy working, mixing drinks. When he turned around, he smiled. I don’t just mean that he smiled. His smile could have lit up the entire bar. “Amy! It’s so nice to see you here. Can I get you a drink? Where’s Tom?”
“Yes, I’d like the most expensive white wine that you have please. And Tom isn’t going to be here tonight. He’s on the west coast on business. Actually, we’ve had a bit of a falling out. We’re taking some time away from one another trying to decide what we want to do next in our relationship.”
If it was possible, Charlie’s smile got even brighter. He poured my drink while he continued working, looking in my direction every chance he got. Two different guys sat down next to me, offering to buy me a drink. I politely declined both times. A third gentleman sat down next to me. Before I could even turn down his offer, he said, “Ma’am, I’m going to politely ask you to leave. We don’t allow professional girls to troll The Blue Note.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“We’d like you to leave. Prostitution is bad for our business, bad for our image. No matter how high priced the call girl, we don’t allow you to look for clientele in here.”
I stood up. “Well, I never.” I slapped him hard. The stinging sound reverberated throughout the bar as everyone turned to stare at us. Charlie came rushing over. “Wyatt, WTF? What’s going on? Amy? Is everything OK?”
“Everything is NOT OK!” I hissed through clenched teeth. “This, this, this asshole just all but accused me of being a whore!”
Charlie turned white. “Mr. Turner! This is Amy, she’s a friend of mine. I can vouch for her.”
Mr. Turner looked at me with a critical eye. “Please excuse me, Miss Amy. We’re very protective of our establishment and its reputation. We don’t often see young ladies dressed the way you are. Unless of course, they’re looking for some action.”
Charlie looked away.
“Mr. Turner?” He continued to look at me from under a raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry I don’t fit the established norm for how women are supposed to dress in your establishment. Perhaps you might consider posting a dress code on your door, so ‘young ladies dressed the way I am’ don’t wander inside and offend anyone’s delicate sensibilities.”
“Tou·ché, young lady.”
He izmir otele gelen escort turned to Charlie. “Charlie, please place this young lady’s bar tab on the house.”
He turned to walk away. “Charlie, you will NOT place my bar tab on the house. I will NOT prostitute my feeling of outrage for a few drinks!”
Mr. Turner turned back and looked at me again, REALLY looked at me again. He smiled, bowed deeply from the waist, and then walked away.
“Holy shit, Amy. That’s Mr. Turner. He owns this place and four more nightclubs in the city. I can’t believe you slapped him. I can’t believe he let you!”
“I don’t care how many nightclubs he owns. I’m not going to let some strange man accuse me of being a whore when he doesn’t know the first thing about me.”
“You are a whole lot of woman, Amy Loy. Wow!”
“Thank you for kind of sticking up for me when you told Mr. Turner we were friends, even though you hardly know me.”
I finished my wine. Charlie came back with the bottle to refill my glass. I put my hand over it. “No, thank you, Charlie. I don’t want to stay any longer. I’m guessing this isn’t my kind of place after all.”
He smiled sadly. I pushed my credit card in his direction. “I meant what I said about paying for my own drinks.”
He shrugged his shoulders and ran my credit card. He returned with the multiple receipts you get, one for the customer, one for the establishment, and one for general purposes. I signed the lounge’s copy and returned it to him. There was a very generous tip on it. He wolf-whistled softly when he saw the amount.
I took the GP receipt and wrote something on that. Handing it to him as I stood up, I said, “That’s my cellphone number. Call me when you get off work. Maybe we can get together.”
I didn’t just walk out of the bar. I strutted my stuff. If that asshole, Mr. Turner, was going to accuse me of being a high-priced call girl, I was damn sure going to walk like one on the way out. I saw him standing behind the maître d’ station near the entrance. I blew him a kiss as I slunk out the door.
I immediately flagged down an Uber. Damned if it wasn’t the same driver I had earlier. “Take me to the nearest dance club, Jeeves!” I commanded him.
“Jeeves? Who is Jeeves?” he muttered under his breath.
He dropped me off at ‘Shake It’ which was supposed to be the hottest new club in the city for Gen-Z’ers like me! There was a long line but when security saw me, they waved me to the front. I got in immediately. I guess girls dressed like me were more than welcome at Shake It!
There was a large group of girls dancing together. I joined them. The music was eclectic but all fun. From early 60’s Rock and Roll, through 70’s and 80’s R his lips were hot and moist as he thrust his tongue between my lips. I suckled it eagerly and pressed my body against his. Reaching down, I could feel the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants, and I smiled.
I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I kicked it away from us. Wyatt looked down and saw my surprise. My little ‘clit’ was entombed in a tiny black chrome cage. I’d never worn a cage before, but it was sexy and such a turn-on for me. I was hoping it would turn on whatever man I might be with as well.
Without warning, he placed a handcuff around one of my wrists and began to pull me to his office chair. “Wh-wha-what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re a sissy. I’m going to treat you like one. You’re going to be my little bitch and you’re going to do whatever I say. I’m going to be your key holder. Where’s the key to that cage, bitch?”
“It’s safely hidden away at my home. (Which was a bit of a white lie, it was actually at Tom’s home but that was the address on my fake ID.) No man will ever hold that key. I’m in charge of my body. I had an evil man use me once against my will for his own purposes and I said never again. Never again will I let a man dominate me the way he did. So, if you’re going to rape me, have at it. But I guarantee it will be the first, last, and ONLY time you’ll ever be with Amy Loy.”