Simon

[Simonssister]

Chapter XVII  Party Time (Part 3, Party Games)

I think our arousal, heightened by the champagne, had made us almost oblivious to our surroundings.  Our audience had now sunk into a state of silent fascination, and we were focussed only on each other.  Thrusting forward, I slid my hands from Billy’s waist down to his buttocks, and pulled him to me, relishing the pressure of him against me.  Then, sliding my hands onto his hips, and gently separating our bodies again, I felt for the zip of his panties.  I already had my finger through the ring, careless of the consequences, when Sadie’s voice broke the spell.
“Yes, Simon.  Go on - do it.  He wants it so much!” she murmured in hushed but clear tones.
I opened my eyes for the first time, and saw her and Clarissa a few yards away, Clarissa gripping her friend’s arm, and expressions of intense anticipation on both their faces.  To their left, Stella was crouched behind her video camera, recording every moment of our encounter.  The sight of their eager faces jerked me back to reality.  I stared at them for a second, then quickly detached myself from our embrace and took a step back, leaving Billy standing in the middle of the hearthrug looking dazed.  The suspicion that we were being manipulated, whether for their entertainment or for something more sinister, became a conviction.  I’m sure the fact that Clarissa was dressed as a tart and Sadie as a vampire didn’t help.  Sadie’s costume had at least as much suggestion of sexual voraciousness as Clarissa’s.  I found afterwards which catalogue she had got it from and pasted the photos in here to remind me.  However, the atmosphere of disappointment in the room was palpable.
“No!” I shouted at Sadie and Clarissa.  “We’re not your puppets!”
“Pity!” I heard someone in the audience exclaim, to laughter.   
Sadie and Clarissa exchanged a few words.  Clarissa left the room.  Sadie looked serious.
“I’m sorry if you feel we were taking advantage of you, Simon.  I assure you that wasn’t our intention.  But you and Billy are obviously very close, and I have to admit we were enjoying seeing you expressing your affection so freely, that’s all.”
Had I overreacted?  I felt suddenly stupid and naïve.
“I’m sorry, Sadie, I just got a bit nervous at being watched, I guess…” I said, lamely.  She seemed genuinely repentant.
“Never mind, darling.  I’m sorry too.  But we have a couple of little – very little – presents for you, to show our appreciation for your agreeing to come to the party at all.  Clarissa’s just getting them now.”
At that moment, Clarissa returned with a velvet drawstring bag.  She reached in, and with a smile pulled out two little red leather collars. 
“I hope you like these little chokers, boys.  They’re not much, but they’ll complement your costumes perfectly.”
I didn’t know what to say.  They didn’t exactly look like chokers, being quite broad and robust and decorated with steel studs, with a little silver bell at the front of each.  But I felt guilty at having accused them of using us, and now it would be difficult to reject them.
“Here,” said Sadie, “let us help you on with them.  Turn around.”
I was trying to see what they were like, and I suspected they were the sort that locked shut with a padlock.  But Sadie swivelled me round and I couldn’t do much but stand and submit.  She had me standing at one side of the fireplace and Clarissa took Billy to the other side.  What exactly was going on?  I soon found out.  The collar – for that’s what it was – was buckled about my throat.  Sadie took pains to make sure it was comfortable, not too tight and not too loose.  I was standing with my back to one of the columns.  I heard the sound of something metallic being slid in place, my head was suddenly jerked back, there was a click, and to my utter disgust I found myself somehow pinned against the fireplace!
“What?  What’s going on?” I cried, struggling ineffectually and trying to feel behind my neck.  A brief exploration revealed that the locking padlock of the collar had also been attached to one of the big gold rings on the fireplace column.  I was stuck!  Sadie was smiling with cold satisfaction.  Turning my head sideway with some difficulty I could see a bemused Billy similarly attached to the left column.
“You bitches!” I yelled.  “Let us go!”
“Let you go?  No way, kid.  You know, Harriet always said this fireplace was only lacking a couple of statues.  Maybe we’ll leave you here permanently!”
I stood there, helpless, dumb and fuming.  Fancy falling for that!   The guests, on the other hand, were finding it most amusing.
“I have to hand it to you, girls, you organise the most fun parties!” said Harriet.  “I won’t ever forget this one!”
“If you do, you’ll always have the video to remind you, dear,” said Clarissa, indicating Stella, who was panning from Billy to me and back against with her recorder.
“What you gonna do with them, Sadie?” asked Jen.  “They can’t kiss each other no more, can they?  I was just enjoying that.”
“Oh, we’ll think of something.  But first we’re going to make them a little more comfortable.”
Clarissa was now pulling more straps out of the bag, little soft red cuffs fitted with locking rings and tiny padlocks.  We stood unresisting while she neatly cuffed our wrists and ankles.
Our wristcuff buckles were then padlocked to lower rings on the columns, whilst of ankle cuffs were simply padlocked together.  We were totally secured, like two statues indeed.  Two sissy statues.
“There!” exclaimed Sadie.  “Now they’re quite safe whilst we decide what to do with them next.”
“While I decide, you mean!” said Harriet.  “They’re my property today, I believe!”
“Oh, quite so, darling, quite so.  They’re all yours.  But I can’t imagine what you might have in mind,” she added, looking us up and down with a leer.  The backs of our crisp little skirts being pressed against the marble, the fronts had risen up almost vertical, giving everyone a clear view of our pretty, taut little panties.  Stella had immediately taken advantage, panning from our ankles upwards, lingering on our panties, and then up to our embarrassed faces.
“F… off, Stella!” I hissed. 
“Such language, Simon.  Tut tut.  Lucky you’re all tethered up or I’m sure Sadie would give you a good spanking.”
“Yes, Simon.  Stella’s right.  But I think calling Clarissa and me “bitches” probably demands something a little more inventive.  We’ll see.  We’re going to sit down with the girls and discuss it.  Just wait there, would you, if you don’t mind?”

So they all sat down comfortably in the armchairs and sofas and continued chatting.  More champagne was brought in.  I noticed Betony and Janice with their arms around each other on one of the sofas, getting very friendly.  Betony was leaning over Janice, kissing her and playing with her nipples.  Janice was holding tight to Betony’s neckerchief with one hand, and fondling at the bulge in Betony’s spandex shorts with the other.  I tried to ignore them, but my gaze kept returning involuntarily.  Sadie had been keeping an eye on me.  She called over.
“Do you like that, Simon?  You probably wish that was you there in your Scout uniform.”
“No.”
“You know it’s no surprise Betony chose that outfit.  You love the girls, don’t you Betony?”
Betony detached her lips from Janice’s for a moment.
“I do,” she smiled lazily, “and some of the girls love me, too.”
She returned to her snogging, and Janice’s fingers crept up to the zip ring.  Everyone watched as she slowly slid it down, allowing the bloated, shiny phallus to spring out of Betony’s shorts.  The general chatter slowly died away as the guests watched the pair, waiting for developments.  I looked over at Billy.  He was riveted on the scene, eyes wide, an expression of desperation on his face.
“Billy!  Billy!  Look at me.”  He glanced over.  “Don’t watch that.  It’ll just drive you crazy, and if you start to get aroused it’ll make you very uncomfortable as well!  Let’s ignore at and talk to each other.”
“That’s easily said, Simon,” complained Billy, sulkily, “especially as it was you who got me all worked up there earlier, and then left me up in the air.  I can’t help it.  I’m not a complete sissy like you!”
That last remark really hurt me.  I wasn’t a sissy, any more than he was, was I?  Just because he seemed more interested in those girls’ stupid games didn’t make him somehow normal, and me ….  I frowned with annoyance.  Sadie’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“What’s going on over there?  A little disagreement between friends?”
“Just a spat between sissies, Sadie.  Nothing for us to worry about,” laughed Clarissa.
“I think Billy’s obvious interest in events over here is making Simon jealous,” remarked Sadie.  “Is that right, Simon?  Do you want your little girlfriend all to yourself?”
“Shut up!” I grunted, under my breath, fuming.
“Beg your pardon?”  I bit my tongue and kept quiet.
“You know what I think, darling?”  Sadie was addressing Harriet.  “Of course it’s totally your call, and I know you had plans for the, er, climax, of your party, but how about if we…..”
Her voiced trailed off into a whisper.  Harriet was listening intently, and all at once her face broke into a big grin.
“You are such an awful ….”  Her voice dropped too, but I heard “… I’ll leave it to you.”
Sadie and Clarissa were conferring, and Clarissa left the room.  By this time Janice had her head in Betony’s lap, licking enthusiastically.  Billy was clearly in some discomfort.  The combination of the tight sheath and the restrictive panties would have prevented him getting a normal erection, and the more aroused he got the more uncomfortable it would have become. 
When Clarissa returned there was more conferring, and she and Sadie, still carrying her champagne glass, sidled over to the fireplace.  I guessed some mischief was afoot.  Sadie went to Billy, stroking his hair and being all sympathetic.  Clarissa came over to me.  She went to do the same, then suddenly said,
“Oh, Simon, what’s happened to your little hat?”
I naturally tried to look up – not that I could have seen it – and in an instant she had rammed something soft into my mouth.  I struggled but because I could hardly move my head at all I didn’t have a chance, and within a few seconds she had buckled on a gag on a red strap.  She made sure it was firm and secure and stood back to admire her work.
“There.  That should keep you quiet.  Not too tight, I hope?”
All I could do was to make muffled sounds of protest.  The strap was tight around my cheeks, and the rubber plug in my mouth was, well, anatomically correct.
“We chose it especially,” she smiled, “it’ll be good practice for you.  I hope it’s not too large.  Now Billy can make his own decisions without interruption.”  She patted my cheek condescendingly.  My tears began to well up.  She put on a fake sad face.
“Oh, you poor dear, don’t cry.  We’re going to let you have another treat later.  You’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Sadie was talking to Billy.  She was blaming me for his plight, trying to turn him against me.  She was also allowing him frequent sips of her champagne, softening him up.
“You know, Billy, personally I wouldn’t have involved you in all this.  But Simon had always told us about his “best friend” Billy, and how he could make you do anything he wanted, so when you suddenly appeared at the car park, I felt I just had to invite you along as well.”
“Really?  He said that?”
I tried to shake my head, but I could hardly move.
“Oh, yes.  He said you’d be really easy to control, and that if we had any trouble we could keep you in line with a few strokes of the whip.  He even suggested a finder’s fee!”
“A finder’s fee?”
“Oh, yes.  He’s quite into money, you know.  He gets paid a lot at Holly End, and he’ll get another big pay-off for today.”
“Yeah, I heard he got good dosh for this stuff…”
“Don’t worry.  All the girls are going to have a whip-round for you, later.  We’ll see you all right.  But I was thinking it may be time to teach our friend over there a lesson.”  And they both looked at me, Billy with a distasteful frown.
“Yeah.  He deserves it all right.  What sort of lesson?”
“Well, I can see from your reaction to the girls that, unlike your friend….”
“My friend?  I thought he was.” 
“Well, all right.  Unlike him, you’re obviously totally heterosexual.  I bet you wish that you were over there with Janice, instead of Betony, don’t you?”
Billy nodded thoughtfully.
“So how would it be if you got to watch the girls, you know, whilst Simon there…”  and her voice again sunk into a whisper.
Billy looked rather shocked, I thought.  He stared at Sadie for a minute.
“It would be a nice, ironic touch, don’t you think?  And a good punishment,” cajoled Sadie, giving him another mouthful of champagne. Billy gulped it down.
“It would serve him right, I guess.  I’m so hot watching them. Would he really do it?”
“Oh, he’ll do what he’s told.  He so scared of losing his fat pay cheque.  And we have some amazing stuff on him, Billy.  Maybe you’d like to see it sometime?”
“Yeah.  Cool!”
“What do you think, then?”
“Yeah, why not?  Let’s go for it.  He’s used me, now it’s my turn!”
 

Phew!  I’m quite exhausted copying all this stuff out.  I think that’s enough of the diary for this episode, at least.  Of course, we’ve got it all on video, but my little bro has a way of describing these things, I have to admit.  Anyway, the party's not over by a long way.  I was just saying to Bea the other day, when we started this little project we had no idea what fun it would be, or how long it would go on, or what interesting people we would encounter!  If you hadn’t guessed, Sadie and Clarissa are both honorary members of the committee now, and they really seem to have no inhibitions at all, which is nice for us girls but not always so nice for poor Simon.  But don’t worry.  He’s got plenty of friends who’ll make sure he never comes to any harm.  Sweet boy!

[krystalasbaby2017]

I love this story.  Now you got me sitting on the edge of my seat trying to get stiff in my chastity not fair..giggles.  Looking forward to the plans for both of the sissies, although Billy is unaware he is one..giggles maybe a good dose of suc-king the dil-do Betony is wearing lol.

[Simonssister]

Chapter XVII  Party Time (Part 4, Revelations)

[Editor’s note]  When I read the end of Simon’s description of the party, I was quite shocked.  I never imagined he would go into such detail about what he had done, although he has already proved a meticulous narrator of his own experiences.  But I’m sorry to say he was so explicit that I had no choice but to censor one section severely – rules are rules, I guess - though of course I copied it for the edification of the Committee!  So I’m afraid you will have to make do with a row of dots and your imaginations here and there!  Enjoy!  Stella.

I was feeling seriously alarmed now.  Sadie didn’t waste any time.  She directed a heavy refectory table by the window be placed in front of the fireplace.  The girls pulled up chairs and seated themselves on the far side, and at the right-hand end.  A few lounged in armchairs.  Sadie took up a position next to Billy.  Clarissa fetched a sofa cushion and put it on the left-hand end of the table, then beckoned to Betony and Janice.  They got up from the sofa and came over to the table.  Betony adjusted her woggle, knotted the ends her neckerchief Scout-style, and positioned Janice facing the table.  Then she pushed her face down on the cushion, so that she was bent over the table, her frilly knickers exposed.  Janice turned her face sideways towards us, gently biting her lower lip in apparent anticipation.  Ellen, who was sitting close to her, stroked her head affectionately. Billy and I had a perfect view.  Only then did it begin to dawn on me what we were about to witness.  I blinked nervously, not knowing whether, in my present state, I wanted it or not.  I could feel myself beginning to swell uncomfortably.  I shook my head.  “No,” I murmured, “not now, please…”  But Betony was already preparing.  Squatting down, she slid Janice’s knickers right down over her black, lace-trimmed hold-ups to her ankles, and made her step out of them.  Then she took hold of her ankles and spread her legs apart.  Clarissa, apparently satisfied that everything was going to plan, came over and stood at my side.

My heart was beating fast.  Standing up, she placed herself between Janice’s open legs, the phallus poised for entry.  She looked as us and winked.
“Ready, boys?  Look away now if you’re of a nervous disposition!”
Slowly she pushed her hips forward.  It slid in effortlessly, eliciting a gasp, and then a suppressed cry of pleasure from Janice.  Betony drew slowly back, and then thrust in again, a little more firmly this time.  Janice stretched her arms along the table, and a couple of the girls gripped her hands in moral support.  I was so absorbed in the spectacle I even forgot about the gag filling my mouth.  Soon she was thrusting with long, regular strokes, Janice making weird little whimpering noises.  My discomfort grew with my arousal.  After several minutes the regular pumping began to generate a sticky lather, adhering to Betony’s shorts and spattering Janice’s black stockings. I wanted to avert my gaze, but I couldn’t.  I was almost sobbing with frustration.  I could see Billy was in a similar state of distress, and for a moment that shared misery afforded me a little solace.  But then Sadie made a movement.  Reaching down, she pulled down the zip on Billy’s bulging panties, allowing his engorged member to burst forth!  A tremor ran through his body, making the little bell on his collar tinkle, and he gave a great sigh of relief.  I gaped, and several of the girls stood up for a moment to get a better view. 
…………………………………………………………………..
There was a little chorus of suppressed gasps.  Then another performance began.  Sadie threw up her hands in mock surprise.
“Goodness, Billy.  You are enjoying our little show, aren’t you?  However, it’s not very ladylike, is it?  Perhaps this will help.”  And she produced a length of red satin ribbon, and squatting down, proceeded to tie it around the middle of his member, knotting it firmly and tying it in a big bow.  “There, that’s much better!” 
“That’s all very well, Sadie,” cried Clarissa dramatically, “but that poor boy needs help urgently!  If there was only a doctor, or a nurse…”  She broke off, pretending suddenly to notice me.
“Thank goodness!”  She began feverishly to unlock me from the column, first my head, then my hands, though she left them locked together behind my back, and finally my ankles, which she freed from each other.  I stood unsteadily, not knowing what was going on.  She produced a red leather leash which she clipped to my collar, and led me, unresisting, to where Billy was tethered.  She pushed me onto my knees in front of him, unbuckled my gag and tossed it aside.
“Your friend needs your help, Simon,” she said, softly.  And then, to the others, who were now, with the exception of Janice, all on their feet, “Nurse Simone’s patient is in severe distress.  Fortunately, Nurse Simone knows how to relieve his suffering.  Don’t you, nurse?”
I looked up at Billy.  He was no longer angry or vengeful, just desperate for relief.
“Please, Sim! I can’t stand this much longer.  Please!  Help me!”
How could I refuse him?  The atmosphere of anticipation in the hushed room was palpable.  It was a simple thing, something I felt no aversion to, though I could have wished for a less public arena.  There was no choice.  Without further delay, I leant forward and took him gently in my mouth, closing my lips around the shaft, the bow tickling my nose.  I heard someone murmur, “Go Simon!”  .....................................
I heard Janice orgasm.  She told me the next morning that it was watching us that triggered it.
............................He climaxed at once, with a jolt and a great groan of relief.......................
I had for those few seconds been solely focussed on Billy, on his pleasure and satisfaction, and though I had not had an orgasm myself I felt totally drained. I allowed myself to collapse slowly sideways onto the hearthrug, where I lay still, in a mood of utter peace and fulfilment.  Billy himself was still twitching, hanging exhausted from the fireplace rings.
There was a sudden rush of assistance from the girls.  Billy was freed, I was uncuffed, and we were both helped upstairs to a bedroom, where Kathy and Ellen undressed us, buttoned us both into soft cotton nightdresses, and put us into a large double bed.  It was still light, but Kathy drew over the heavy curtains, making the room dark except for a night-light on the bedside table which she switched on.
“Okay, boys, you can sleep now, yes?  No-one will disturb you.  You can stay here as long as you like.  Night night, sweeties.”  They left, closing the door softly behind them.
I lay there unmoving, facing my friend.  He looked very handsome in the dusk, his black curls fringing his forehead.  I liked this contrast between us, me so fair and he so dark.
“Night night, Billy,” I whispered.  He half opened his eyes.
“Night, Sim,” he murmured.  “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.  It’s fine.”  I paused.  “You know all that stuff she said?  You know none of it is true, don’t you?”
“I know.  I’m sorry. I was just a bit angry with you, an’ I was a bit drunk, an’ I wanted to get my own back.  I’m really sorry.”  And he reached out and took my hand in his.
“Billy,” I whispered very softly, “you know I …”  But he was asleep, his dark lashes still thick with mascara, resting on his cheeks.

When I awoke I could see bright daylight through the crack in the curtains.  I realised Billy was still holding my hand.  I lay there looking at him, wondering how he was going to feel about the previous day.  I felt completely at peace.  After a few minutes he too awoke.  His eyes opened and he looked at me blankly for a few seconds.  I grinned.  I saw recollection engulf him.  He smiled suddenly, a sweet, embarrassed smile.
“Oh, shit!”
“Good morning to you, too.”
“Oh, f---, Sim, what did we do?  What did you do?”
“Don’t you remember?”
“Course I do, idiot!”  He detached his hand and punched me in the ribs in his confusion.  And he actually blushed!
“Why are you hitting me?  Didn’t you like it?”
“Shut up!”
“Well I did, anyway,” I laughed, “’specially when you pleaded for it!”
That was too much for him.  He jumped on top of me and wrestled me out of bed.  We fell onto the floor in a heap with a thump.  As we lay there, helpless with laughter, there was a knocking on the door.  Kathy’s voice called, “Are you all right in there?”
“Yeah, we’re fine,” I giggled, Billy having decided to punish me with tickles.
“Come down for breakfast when you’re ready.”
“Be there soon!”

After we had sufficiently exorcised each other’s embarrassment, we lay there talking for a few minutes.
“But seriously, Billy, last night you kept saying you were sorry.  Were you sorry we did it, or were you just apologising?”
“I was saying sorry in case you felt obliged to do something you didn’t want to.  But if you did want to, no, I’m not sorry.  Quite the opposite.  Now I think back, it seems to me you didn’t take much persuading!”
“You were in a terrible state.  And I like you, Billy.  You’re my friend.  I’d do anything for you.  Even though you’re “totally heterosexual”, of course!
“Yeah, well, that myth’s been totally exploded, hasn’t it?”
“Has it?  Weren’t you envying Betony, thrusting away there?”
“As a matter of fact, I was identifying with Janice more.  But in any case, you already knew how much I liked you from that amazing kiss.  This is how it is - if I like someone, it doesn’t matter to me if they’re male or female.  And I suppose I like sex, too, so it’s natural to want sex with someone I like.  And I like you a lot, Sim.  I always have.  But I’ve never felt confident enough to tell you.  And we don’t see that much of each other apart from at Scouts, being in different schools.”
“It’s true.  It’s been crap.  But it’s going to change now.”
“I know.  I’m really happy I got dragged in, whatever else happens.”
“You might want to reserve judgement on that, Billy.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll explain in a minute. But I feel the same as you.  The two people I really like above all others are you and Sandra.  I want to be close to both of you.  Sandra’s very cautious.  She thinks it takes us years to understand our own feelings.  All I know right now is that yesterday, I cared only about giving you pleasure.  Nothing else.”
“You certainly did that.”  He looked at me with a sort of strange delight in his eyes.  “I know yesterday was weird.  We were being egged on by all those girls, and manipulated by those two, I don’t know what they are, exactly, those two women, and it wasn’t really a normal loving encounter, yet still it has made me feel very happy somehow.”
“I know what you mean.  I don’t want to say the word….”
“But do you?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
We were quiet for a bit.  Our ordinary clothes had been left on the chair, and we began to get dressed.  Our little party dresses were still draped over a chair.
“What about those?” I asked, “didn’t you like dressing up as a girl?”
“Oh yes.  It made me feel weird, sort of like a kid, wanting to show off.  And to be honest I just love the feel of the material, all soft of soft and starchy at the same time.  And the feel of wearing little panties, with my legs all bare and cool right up to my bum.  And the smell!  Did you notice?  I think they must have sprayed them with perfume.”
“There’s scent everywhere in here.  Like being in a perfume factory!”
“That big fuss I made about getting dressed – you know why?”
“Why?”
“I could feel I wanted to, and it frightened me.  I started thinking, ‘Am I gay?’  I wanted to be forced, so I could feel it wasn’t my choice.  But once I was dressed, I just felt such a buzz inside.”
“Yeah!  That’s right!  I know just what you mean.  Imagine what it’s like for me.  They have so much on me that I have to do just what I’m ordered.  There’s no choice.  But that’s part of the thrill.  I don’t even think they realise.  Of course, I’m always terrified they’re going to go too far, and I’ll be totally humiliated and never be able to show my face in public again.  That’s a risk I can’t escape.”
“That must be a bit scary.”
“Yes.  But don’t you see, Billy?  This is what I meant just now.  They’ve got stuff on you now.  Do you really think they’re not going to use it?”
“Oh!  Do you think so?  I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Course!  Those two must be over the moon the way things turned out.  Just wait and see.”
“Oh my god.  Do you think they’ll tell my friends, or my mum, or show that video to someone?”
“No!  There’s no reason.  If they did that, they’d have no more leverage over you.  They don’t want to ‘out’ either of us.  They want to use that stuff to make us do want they want.  They get off on power, on making us their slaves, on amusing themselves with our humiliation.  We won’t be able to refuse, ‘cos if we refuse then we are no more use and they might as well let everyone know the things we got up to.  Get it?”
“Oh, shit!  Yeah!”
“You may be lucky and get away with it.  But somehow I doubt it.  We’ll just have to wait and see.”
“What about the girls.  Will they talk?”
“I dunno.  Let’s go down and see what’s they’re up to.”

We descended the stairs together and approached the living room timidly.  Billy hung back, but I took his hand and pulled him in with me.  Everyone was there, drinking coffee.  Their costumes had all be replaced with their everyday clothes.  Every head turned, and we were greeted with cheers and whistles.
“The boys are here!  Come in and join us, you little pair of lovebirds!” cried Betony.
“Come on, angels.  Here, sit at the table and we’ll wait on you, this time, smiled Harriet.  “Did you sleep well?”
“Very well, thank you, Harriet,” said Billy, “and thank you for loaning us your nighties.”
This went down very well, and soon we were being served coffee in flowery bone china cups and hot croissants on matching plates.  Sadie and Clarissa sat apart in armchairs watching with wry smiles on their faces, but all the others were so pleasant and friendly we felt like celebrities.  I noticed Stella was absent, and I wasn’t sorry.  For nearly an hour we sat about, chatting and being kissed and cuddled and caressed.  Kathy just sat there smiling at us.  In a rare hiatus in the conversation, she remarked, “You two look perfect together.  I can see you have something very special.”  We looked at each other, a little embarrassed, but happy too.
“They do,” said Rana.  “Please boys, stay in touch.  We want to see you again soon.  We won’t ask you to perform again, I promise!  Not for a little while, anyway!”
“We’ve been talking this morning before you came down,” added Harriet.  We’ve made a pact.  None of us will talk about yesterday to anyone outside this circle, be assured. And,” – and here she produced two fat envelopes – “we had a little collection.  This is to thank you for coming along and making my party such a success.  And you will find all our phone numbers in there as well, so you can easily get in touch any time you want to.  We all wish you all the luck in the world.”  And she handed us an envelope each, and kissed each of us in turn.

After many goodbyes we eventually climbed into Sadie’s car, us in the back and Clarissa in the front, and were driven home.  We didn’t talk much.  We both had a lot to think about. Billy got dropped off first. He just touched my hand and smiled as he got out.  "Talk soon, Sim."  Before he could walk to his door, Clarissa reached out of the car window.
“Here, Billy, don’t forget this.  A record of your day.  Enjoy!”  And she pressed a flash drive into his hand.  He stood motionless as we drove away.  That was it.  That was the unspoken message, that now they owned him as well.  When we got back to my house I got mine too.  I slid quickly out of the car and slammed the door.
“Bye Miss Faversham.  By Miss Mitchell.”
“And did you remember your new T-shirt?” asked Sadie.
“Oh, no, I must have forgotten it, Miss. I’m sorry.”
“Never mind.  I remembered it.”  She held it up.  “Don’t worry.  I’m seeing Jane tomorrow.  I’ll give it to her to put with your other clothes in the salon.”
“No, I’ll ….”  But they were gone.  Damn.  Not the sort of thing I wanted Jane seeing.  I made my way inside, my mind distracted by conflicting emotions.

[krystalasbaby2017]

nice to see that they now have something on Billy as well, but they are handling it nicely at the moment.  The fly in the ointment maybe Stella, just have to wait and see

[Simonssister]

Chapter XVIII:  Aftermath

We – the Committee, that is – had arranged to have an extraordinary general meeting the following Saturday evening.  Before the party Sadie had promised everyone an interesting session, but none of us had anticipated just how interesting it would turn out to be.  I had put the finishing touches to the editing of the film, and I had promised that if Simon wrote the party up in his diary, and if I could get it copied in time, I’d read it out as an introduction.  I couldn’t describe the expressions on their faces as I read his description.  You can imagine the sense of anticipation as I prepared to show the video!  But afterwards, as you will see, I discovered that the crafty little rascal had been lurking outside in the bushes checking us out!

Saturday 30 July.  I kept a low profile for the rest of the week.  I did go and polish Stella’s boots on Friday, but I went around in the afternoon while she was out.  Somehow I didn’t fancy meeting her face to face so soon after Wednesday.

I had a full book of clients today.  But checking the list in reception I had no reason to fear anything out of the ordinary, and there were no ‘specials’ – special dress requests or other arrangements.  In the morning Sue let me wear a Holly End T-shirt and some plain red rubber pants.  Oh, and a pair of thigh-length red and green hooped socks, which I thought was a bit unnecessary but which she assured me the customers would love. 
“Come on, Miss, do I have to?” I pleaded.
“Yes, Simon, you do.  Please don’t query my choices. 
“No Miss.  Sorry Miss.”
“And your red Doc Marten’s please.  And your red gloves.  Quickly then.  Get dressed and let me see you.”
I returned from my changing room and presented myself for inspection.
“Yes, that looks nice,” she mused, fiddling with the tops of my socks.  “Don’t forget to wear your cap.  And remember to keep your socks at the same height.  Use your mirror!  How many times must I tell you?”
“Six times a day, Miss?”
“Dear me, you’re such a clown, sometimes, Simon Saunders.”  Sue doesn’t have a great sense of humour.  “Now behave yourself and keep the customers happy today.  I’ll see you at lunch, I expect.”
“Okay.  See you later.”
“Oh, Simon.”  She stopped as she was opening the door.  “I forgot to tell you.  Something very important.”
“Yes?”
We’ve finally got the two-way going.”
“The what?”
“You know.  Not only do we get sound and video from in here, but we can now speak to you from the office.  We have a microphone and if you look up there” – she pointed to a tiny black box over the door of my bathroom – “you’ll see the speaker.”
“Oh great.  That might be useful.”
“It will be.  I’ll test it today sometime to check you can hear me okay.  See you!”

The morning went without incident, and without excitement.  Mainly mothers with daughters.  The last client before lunch was a Mrs Westfeather, a large lady with very well-worn leather boots, with her little daughter.  The daughter, a serious-looking little girl with piercing black eyes and straight dark hair, I took to be about seven.  I addressed her accordingly when it was her turn to have her boots polished.  She was looking at me with an expression I interpreted as a combination of shyness and anxiety.
“Now darling, just put your feet on this little platform here…that’s right…now, this won’t take a moment….”
“Why are you talking to me as if I’m an idiot, boy?”
“She’s eleven,” stated her mother blandly, with the air of someone who was used to correcting such misapprehensions.
“Oh, I’m sorry.  I thought…”
“What did you think?” asked the girl.  “Don’t judge people by their appearance.  If I judged you by your appearance I would probably think you were some sort of gay fairy!”
I was speechless.  I knelt there blushing.  Mrs Westfeather smiled sympathetically at me and nodded, as if to say, “now you understand what you’re dealing with.”
I got on with polishing her boots, keeping my head down so I didn’t catch her eye any more.  But she wasn’t going to let me off so easily.
“Why do you wear rubber pants, anyway?  And rubber gloves.  Do you like wearing them?”
“Geraldine….”
“I’m only asking a question, mummy.”
“So tell me…what’s your name?”
“Simon.”
“Tell me, Simon.”
“Well, it’s my uniform.  And it’s so I don’t spoil my ordinary clothes with polish.  I don’t choose them myself.  Mrs Dawson is my employer, you see, and she makes the rules.”
“But do you like wearing them?” she frowned.
“I don’t mind.”
“I think you do.  You look very comfortable.”  I made no response.  I could feel her staring at me, weighing me up.
“Actually, they suit you.  You look sweet.  You should wear them all the time.”
Imagine my chagrin.  It’s one thing being patronised by a young woman in her twenties, quite another when it’s a precocious little brat.  I fumed inwardly but said nothing.
“Darling, I don’t think Simon wants to wear his work clothes all the time.  People like to change when they go home, you know, just like you change out of your school uniform when you come home in the afternoon.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve already told you I don’t like the look of my new school uniform.  I’d rather change out of it before I go to school!”
“But darling, Queen Alexandra’s a lovely school.  You’re going to be so happy there.”
I froze.  I knew this was going to happen one day, but I’d been refusing to face up to it.
“Which school do you go to, Simon,” asked Mrs Westfeather.
“I, er…er, I er, go to….” I stammered, trying desperately to remember the name of Billy’s school.  But at that moment Sue’s voice cut through my embarrassment.
“He goes to Queen Alexandra too, Mrs Westfeather.  He’ll be in the sixth form this year.”
“Oh, you do?  That’s lovely.  You’ll see Geraldine there, then.”
“Oh, er, yes.  I just couldn’t remember the name for a minute…”
“You didn’t want to tell us, did you?” observed Geraldine, slyly.  “Were you afraid I’d tell all my friends about your little rubber panties?”
“Geraldine!  That’s enough!  Apologise to Simon at once!”
“Sorry Simon,” she said in a sing-song voice, “I was just joking.”
“Thank you.  I’m so sorry.  She can be quite wilful, you know.  She’s awfully clever for her age.”
“That’s all right,” I said, finishing her boots.  “I’m all done now, anyway.”
“Thank you.  You’ve done a wonderful job.”
“But will you be my friend at Queen Alexandra, Simon?” asked Geraldine, innocently.
“Yes, Geraldine, of course.”  I thought I’d better appear compliant.
“And mummy, could Simon come to my birthday party next month?”
“Oh, I don’t know, dear, I don’t suppose he’d want to go to a party full of little girls….”
She smiled at me, apologetically.
“Wouldn’t you want to come to my party, Simon,” Geraldine said sadly, pretending to be on the verge of tears.  It’s on a Saturday.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.  “Oh, I’d love to come, Geraldine, but I have to work here on Saturdays.  Mrs Dawson wouldn’t be able to spare me.  I’m so sorry.”
The speaker crackled.  Sue’s voice cut through the silence again.
“Oh, Geraldine, don’t be sad.  I may be able to arrange for Simon to come.  If you and your mum would call in at reception we’ll have a look in the diary and see what we can do.”
“Yippee!” shouted Geraldine.  “Thank you, Mrs Dawson!  Come on, mummy, let’s go!  Bye bye, Simon.  Maybe you can come to my party after all!”
They left, closing the door behind them.  I slumped onto the couch, head in hands.
“Never mind, Simon, I’m sure you’ll have a great time with all those little girls,” said Sue over the speaker.  There was a pause.  “Miss Faversham tells me you have a little nurse’s costume now.  Maybe you could wear that?”

As I returned from lunch, I was thinking the day couldn’t get any worse.  I was walking back down the path when I bumped into Jane.
“Hi Sim!  Sweet outfit!  How are you?  How was the party on Wednesday?”
“Hi Jane.  Fine.  Yeah, it was fun.  How are you?”
“Oh, I’m very well, thank you.  I’ve put your new T-shirt in the locker.  Is that your name now?”
“No, so don’t even think of it!”
“I asked Sadie what that was all about, but she just laughed and wouldn’t tell me.  Maybe you’d like to?”
“No thanks.”
“Oh, well.  I’ll find out eventually, you know that, don’t you,” she said, with a mischievous grin.  “Have to go.  Got a lot to do, and there’s a meeting tonight.”
“Meeting?”
“Oh it’s nothing.  Accounts or something.”  She looked flustered.  “Gotta go.  Bye!”
I found my next customer waiting at the door of the salon.  I unlocked it and let us in.  Very smart expensive leather boots.  She talked incessantly the whole session.  I didn’t mind at all.  It allowed me to think.  I wanted to see Billy again.  He’d been busy with jobs on Thursday and Friday, and now I was busy the whole weekend,.  Maybe Monday.  After she left I dropped him a text.  He replied when I was working on the next customer, but using my phone in the middle of a session was not cool, so I waited till I was free.  Great!  He would be free on Monday so we could get together.  I said I’d phone him Monday morning.

It was a busy afternoon.  By five o’clock I was knackered.  I think I was still recovering from the party.  I slumped on the sofa.  I felt so tired I decided to have a nap, so I locked the door, turned off all the lights, and lay down.  I slept longer than I had intended, and was woken by a knocking at the door. 
“Are you in there, Simon?” asked Sue’s voice.  I struggled to a sitting position, and was about to reply, when I heard another voice which I recognised.
“He wasn’t back when I left.  He’s probably either on the way or he’s gone to Billy’s.”  It was my aunt.  What was she doing here?  I kept quiet.
“Yes, he normally leaves at five.  Come on, we can have a drink before the others arrive.”
I heard them retreating up the path.  I gave them a minute, then quietly unlocked and opened the door.  I could see them standing just outside reception, chatting.  Jane was with them.  This must be the meeting.  But about what?  It could only be the Committee!  I decided to do a bit of spying. 
The path ran from the car park to reception.  The lane leading to the car park ran roughly parallel with it, but between the two was a grassy bank, thick with gorse bushes, and with a perimeter fence running along the ridge from the entrance gate at the bottom to the beginning of the main fencing way past the office complex.  I crept out, locked the door behind me, and scurried across the path and up the bank until I could hide myself in the bushes.  I noticed people in the car park as well.  Then I made my way cautiously up the hill, until I was overlooking reception.  I squatted in the bushes, watching them.  Yes, sure enough, there was Sue, Bea and Jane, engaged in conversation.  I was about to write “earnest” conversation, because they literally had their heads together, but there was a lot of sniggering so that wouldn’t be entirely appropriate.  Then I noticed figures coming through the gate and walking at a leisurely pace up the path.  Stella!  Not in her riding gear, so she had clearly been home and changed.   And – surprise – Sadie and Clarissa, Sadie in leather pants and jacket, Clarissa jeans and leather jacket.  Stella was carrying a little black case, and it dawned on me suddenly what this was.  The party film premiere!  It must be.  No wonder Jane was flustered.  But Jane!  Why was she in on this?  She must be on the Committee then.  If so, I was totally stuffed.  She was so thick with Beth and all the others, she could never keep her mouth shut about it.
The three newcomers joined the others – much hugging, “mwahs”, and laughing.  Mary appeared with a tray of wine glasses, and they stood there, sipping away and chatting happily.  Oh, if I only had had a few stink bombs with me, I would have spoiled their fun for them!  What were they waiting for?  Then I saw.  More arrivals.  Mrs Willoughby, with someone else.  Not Sandra, please, I thought.  Leave me one friend.  But no.  Not Sandra!  Miss Benson!!  I could hardly believe it.  My teacher was on the Committee as well!  The phrase “done up like a kipper” passed through my mind.  Sue greeted her like an old friend.
“Patricia!  Darling!  So glad you could make it!  From what I hear, you would have been mortified to miss it!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything, Susan.  He’s my favourite pupil!”
“Do you know the other one?  Billy something?”
“No, unfortunately.  He doesn’t seem to be at Queen Alexandra.  But when Stella rang me, she said he’s just as cute!  I hope so!”
“Where is Stella?” asked Sue.
“She’s just adjusting the screen,” called Clarissa, and we’re getting the chairs sorted.  Is everyone here?”
“We’re just waiting for Rebecca.  She got held up.  Oh, is that her?”
A figure was hurrying up the path.  Rebecca?  I was trying to think who that could be.  But once she got near, waving to the others, I realised it was the judge from the horse show.  That didn’t surprise me.  I remembered how enthusiastic she’d been about my outfit.
So the coven was assembled.  I stayed hidden until they’d all drifted inside, then scrambled down the bank and ran back down the path.  My face was burning at the thought of them all sitting round sipping their wine and watching the whole thing.  They’d all get copies, of course.  And not one of them could be trusted to keep it to herself.  It was a disaster.  I spat on a couple of the cars and headed home.  I got a bus.  I wanted to think.  If only I could get something on them!  But I couldn’t see a way.  Oh well.  Work again tomorrow.  Then I’d get paid.  And Billy on Monday.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Love it i wish there was a way Simon and Billy could get the ladies back.

[Simonssister]

Chapter XIX:  Sunday

31 July.  I went to reception when I arrived to check in as usual.  I noticed the recycling bin outside was full of bottles.  Mary was at reception, looking a bit the worse for wear.  Sue was nowhere to be seen.
“Hi.  I’m here.”
Mary immediately brightened up, staring at me with an idiot grin on her face.
“Oh, Simon!” she cried, as if she hadn’t been expecting me, “how are you today?”
“Same us usual, thanks, Mary.”
“You look very nice today,” she wittered, still gawping. Mary didn’t know much about me really.  I couldn’t imagine she was one of the inner circle, but as the permanent receptionist they couldn’t very well have excluded her from the viewing.  I guess she was trying to reconcile her mundane view of me as the pathetic boring little boot boy who always did what he was told with the gay transvestite sex maniac she had seen on the screen the night before.
“Just called in to check my schedule.”  I went to the notice board.  Fully booked.  The first session after lunch had been altered, “Erikson” deleted and “Faversham” written in over the top.  My heart sank.
“Oh, yes.  Mrs Erikson cancelled, so Miss Faversham said she take the spot,” she explained, apologetically.  “Wants to have a word with you, I believe.”
“Okay.  See you later, Mary.”
I headed down to the salon.  I could see Jane hanging about by the building, but on seeing me she suddenly started up the path, looking at the ground and pretending she hadn’t noticed me.  We met half way up.
“Oh, Simon, hi!” she cried with fake surprise.
“Hi Jane.  Okay?”
“Yeah.  Just heading up to check Gabriel.  He had a bit of colic last night, I think.”
“Really?  Better go, then.”
“Oh…yes.  Er, you all right, then?”
“Yup.  Fine.”
“Cos someone said, you know, you’d had a hard time at that party, and I thought…”
“Come on, Jane.  You’ve seen the video.  I know.”
“Oh my god, Simon, it was so hot!” she suddenly blurted out, actually reddening in her excitement.  “You were so hot!  Oh god, I wish I could have been there.  And I love your friend!  I’m sorry, it’s just that I didn’t know you were gay.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re not?  No, that’s what Miss Benson said!  Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t worry.  I know everyone that was there.  What did she say?”
“Oh, well, er, just that, you couldn’t be called gay, cos you like girls too, that that other stuff was just cos you were…”  She paused, embarrassed.
“What?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Jane, what did she say I was?”  She looked at me, doubtfully.  And the, slowly,
“She said…. you were a classic sissy!”
“Oh, that was nice of her.  What do you think?”
“I dunno.  I don’t care, actually.  But I thought you were great!  So sexy.  I felt all tingly.  And some of the women were…you know!  I know we’d all been drinking quite a bit, but they all got so excited.  When I left they were watching it all again.  I’m sure that Miss Strickland was, like, orgasmic!  I was watching her.  She wanted Sue to employ your friend too, so she could have a session with both of you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah!  And Miss Faversham said “no problem, Rebecca!”.”
“Oh, did she?  Shit.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.  Just don’t mention anything to the girls, okay?”
“Oh!”
“Already?”
“Sorry, Simon.”
“Never mind.  I’ve got to go.  I can see my first customer’s here,”
“Okay.”
“Oh, one more thing.”  I hesitated.  “Did you get a copy of the film?”
“No.  Me and Mary never got one, but everyone else did.  I think it was only for the Committee proper.”
“Okay.  Thanks.”

All through the morning I was thinking how I was going to keep Billy out of this.  But there seemed no way.  I was still cogitating as I walked back up the path to get lunch.  Leaning against the wall of the offices were Beth and Denise, smirking all over their faces.  They were each holding one of those milk lollies   They had melted lolly all round their mouths and running down their chins.
“Hi Sim!” called Beth, triumphantly.  “Would you like a taste of my lolly?”
“No thanks, Beth.  Kind of you to offer.”
“You should!” said Denise.  “They’re so sweet and milky and sticky!”
“Yes,” added Beth, “the shaft is quite hard but when you put it in your mouth it just melts, and all this lovely tasty gooey cream oozes onto your tongue.  Can you imagine what that feels like?”  And they both collapsed in hysterics.
“Sod off,” I said, rudely.  I was annoyed with them but I couldn’t think of a good put-down.
“Ooh, what grumpy sissy!  Missing your little lollipop, are you?  Never mind, I’m sure he’ll soon be back for more!”  retorted Beth.
I ignored them and headed for the canteen.  Denise called after me, “See you later, nurse!”  How much had Jane told them?  Thank goodness she hadn’t been given a copy of the video.

Returning after lunch I saw Sadie waiting at the door of the salon.  No riding gear, just the same outfit as last night.  We didn’t speak.  I unlocked it and let her in.  She seated herself in the chair.  I waited for instructions.  With a slight motion of her hand she indicated I should kneel.
“We need to make some plans, Simon.”
“You do.”
“Yes, sonny, and that means you do too!”  She glared at me.  “Your friend Billy.  We’re going to need him.  When will you next be seeing him?”
I wasn’t going to make it too simple for her.  “Well, I’ll probably see him at Scouts Tuesday evening, if he comes.  Otherwise…”
“Well you’d better make sure he does, or I’ll go and drag him out of his house in front of his mother.  I want you both here Wednesday.  You can ring me and make an appointment, but I need to see you that day.”
“What’s the big hurry?”
“The “big hurry”, as you call it, is because Miss Strickland is having a little soirée on Thursday for a couple of her friends, and she wants you boys as waiters.  Miss Strickland is very important to Holly End.  As an important official he’s been instrumental in raising the profile of the shows and gymkhana, and she’s supported Sue in all her plans for expansion and publicity.  Sue owes her a lot.  And when she saw Stella’s film, she was so impressed…”
“I heard,” I remarked.
“What?  Be quiet when I’m speaking, please!  As I was saying, she was so impressed that she asked for you two to come over on Thursday.  So you’re going, and that’s all there is to it.  Understand?”
“Yes, Miss.  I’ll speak to Billy on Tuesday.”
“Yes.  Speak and make sure he understands.”
“Yes.  Of course.”
“And whatever she wants, you do.  Clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?
“Yes, Miss.”
“And you address her as Madam.  And don’t forget it.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Right.  Stand up.”  I did as I was bid.  She reached out and for a few moments toyed thoughtfully with the frills on my pants.  Then she began to run her finger-nail playfully up and down the mound of my boyhood.
“That was a great show you put on the other day, Simon.  Well done.  Miss Strickland enjoyed the video very much.  But I got the distinct impression she’d be even more thrilled to see the real thing.  If that turns out to be the case, please don’t disappoint her, will you?”
I felt myself hardening under the gentle touch of her fingers.  She registered it too, with obvious satisfaction. 
“No, I see you won’t.  Good boy.  I’ll hear from you on Wednesday then.”  And she rose, smiled an ingenuous smile, and left.
I gave a sigh of relief as the door closed.  I wondered how Billy was going to react to this development.  Not well, I guessed.  But I’d have to convince him, or there’d be trouble for us both.