Further to Andy.Latex's recent Clip of the Week post on Celia Sawyer ( http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2017/09/clip-of-week-celia-sawyer-in-leather.html ), I hope that the attached provides him with some cheer while he supports a friend through difficult times.
When the Stablegirl visits their stall, both the Stallion and his filly Amber are happy. They will do anything to please her including bending over to take correctional strokes from her riding crop if it means they will be stroked and petted by her.
This has taken rather longer to produce than expected but has been fully authorised by Andy.
PART 1 - Friday afternoon
Jane had regretted it as soon as she’d said it. But her boss had irritated her and it was a
way of trying to get her own back through some one-upmanship. It had been intended as a throw away remark,
nothing more. It clearly struck a chord
with her boss though. She’d kept it
lodged in her memory. Something to use
with Jane at a later date.
Rebecca had called Jane into her office after lunch on
Friday. The working relationship
between the two of them had been frosty for a while. Rebecca might be older but most of the
office, Jane included, felt that Jane should have had the promotion. However, Rebecca now had the big office and was
the boss. It had clearly helped that
Rebecca was a close friend of the CEO.
Some of the office thought a ‘friend with benefits’.
Jane knocked at the door to the corner office. “Come in.
Hello, Jane. Thank you for dropping by.” Since her preferment Rebecca had become
quite brusque. “How’s the work on the
Verity account going?”
“Oh, quite well. We’ve almost finished the new model and should
be able to get the proposal done by the end of next week.”
Rebecca stopped and gave Jane a hard look. “I’m having a party tomorrow evening. Just a few guests. Close friends and one or two customers.”
“That’ll be nice.”
Jane wondered why Rebecca was telling her this. It was unusual for Rebecca to stray from the
work agenda. Then she reflected that if
there were going to be customers at the party, Rebecca would want her there
too: Rebecca might be the boss and good
at schmoozing but she would need someone who knew what they were talking about.
“I’m going to use outside caterers,” preened Rebecca.
“Really. That sounds
quite grand.” Jane now realised that
Rebecca was going to use this as a bragging opportunity.
“Yes. They’re meant
to be very good. They’ll even provide
some waiters,” Rebecca purred. “Are you doing
anything tomorrow evening?”
“No, I’ve nothing planned.”
If she went to the party on Saturday, Jane would have to let Andy down
gently. She’d promised him an
afternoon’s shopping and a quiet evening together watching a boxed set of
‘Orange is the New Black’. She knew how
much Andrew loved the episodes with Ruby Rose.
An early night had also seemed in order.
“Good.” Rebecca’s next
statement stopped Jane dead in her tracks.
“You said you have a maid?”
“Well, I …” Jane stumbled.
“What’s her name?”
“Andy,” Jane replied instinctively.
“Andie. I guess she must have been born around the time of
‘Four Weddings’. Andie was quite a
popular name back in the 90s. Is she
"Yes, she," Rebecca retorted, "Andie. Is she polite?"
"Yes, Andy's very well spoken."
"And pretty? "
"Yes, Andy’s attractive." What else could Jane say?
"She sounds eminently suitable," Rebecca purred. “I’d like to borrow her for tomorrow evening,
“What?!” Jane exclaimed.
“Waiters can be so
clumsy. And a feminine touch will be
perfect with the guests.”
“Well, it’s not quite as simple …” Jane stumbled.
“It’s surely quite simple.
Is Andie working tomorrow?”
“Is she going to be out with her boyfriend?’
“No.” Jane realising
too late that she might have made a grave error.
“Well then, I don’t see the problem. I don’t know any companies who hire out
maids and if you have an experienced one, it’ll be so much easier and more
“Well ….” hesitated
“So you are going to let Andie help, aren't you?” Rebecca
continued. “You'll only be without her for one evening
after all. It's so important to show
willing, especially at this time of year."
The barbed comment wasn't lost on Jane. Bonus time was approaching and she needed
Rebecca's recommendation. "Oh, I'm
sure Andy will be very happy to help at your party," said Jane forcing a
smile on to her face.
"That's good. We
wouldn't want to let our customers down, would we?"
"No, Rebecca," Jane said, still expecting to be
"Can you drop Andy off at my apartment tomorrow
evening? Say 6pm, before the guests
Will Andy be paid for the evening?"
“I don't think that will be necessary, do you. I’m sure you’ll want this to be ‘pro bono’,
“Er, yes,” Jane hesitantly agreed.
"Thank you, Jane. Oh, and since you're not doing
anything tomorrow evening, can you go a bit faster on updating the proposal document
for the Verity account? Mr.Verity will
be at the party tomorrow and it will be good if I can say the new proposal will
be on his desk on Monday morning."
"Yes, Rebecca," said Jane through gritted teeth.
"Well, I think that'll be all. See you tomorrow at six. Don't work too late, it should only take a
few hours to re-run the models."
"Yes, Rebecca." Jane retreated quickly out of the
office before she could be given more work.
Back at her own office, she slammed the door and leant back against
it. It was going to take ages to build a
new data set based on the revised assumptions Verity had provided that
morning. It would normally take a week
to put together a new proposal and she was going to have to do it over the
weekend with no team to help. At four
o'clock on a Friday it was unreasonable to ask anyone else to wreck their
weekend plans. So much for doing anything with Andy either tonight or
The first problem though was how to tell Andy. Tentatively she picked up the phone.
For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html
PART 2 - Saturday
After calling Andy, Jane worked
at the office till gone midnight. It was too late to head to the coast so
she'd stayed the night at her flat in City. A large gin and tonic, a
quick sandwich and she was ready to crash. In the morning, somewhat
bleary eyed, she caught the train to the coast. A taxi to her house, a
double espresso and she just had time to be ready for Andy's arrival.
Andy knocked at her door all
boyish and grumpy. He was trying to make a point by wearing a black leather
jacket, t-shirt and chukka boots. Although his attempt at a surly, smouldering
James Dean look was rather spoilt by the pertness of his bum in the tight,
stretch pair of jeans they'd bought last weekend. His hair was more tousled
than ever and he'd made no attempt to get ready. His nails weren't done and
he'd not applied any make-up. Jane thought he looked marvellous. He
was such a sweet boy: pretty, feminine features, a rebellious streak, shy but
talkative with her, and a puppy dog's devotion, though not only affectionate
but rather amorous when she gave him the chance. After
complaining on the phone to her, he'd reluctantly accepted the job based on her
assurances that it would help her and that everyone at the party would be
fine. She'd omitted to tell him that the hostess would be expecting a girl. She
just told him to smile nicely and say little.
Jane got him to shower and
whisked him to her hairdresser. His unruly locks were cut and primped
into an elegant bob. For ease and speed she asked the beautician to do
his make up. While Andy was being made presentable for the party, Jane
went on a quick shopping trip. Simply swapping the chukka boots for a
pair of ballet pumps and Andy's transformation was complete. Jane
walked out of the salon hand-in-hand with her attractive niece.
No-one gave Andy a second glance, except for those who admired the pretty thing
chatting merrily to her older friend. There was just time for a quick sandwich
and coffee in a nearby café before Jane took Andy back to her house.
Jane got him to undress.
Andy was nervous about travelling in uniform but there wouldn't be the time to
change at Jane's apartment and he could hardly change in a service
station. Jane dusted him with talc. She smiled as she saw him
stirring. "Don't be naughty, Andrew. There isn't time. Maybe
tomorrow if I ever get to finish the proposal document for Verity
Industries." Andy subsided as he put on suspender belt and rolled his
latex stockings. The latex padded bra came next before he stepped into
his latex maid's dress and Jane zipped up.
Jane knelt down as if to pull on
his latex panties but instead Andy found her handling his balls and
penis. "I thought you said there wasn't time? " he queried.
"There isn't but you need
this ball ring."
"Yes, need," said Jane
as she slipped the metal cage over his limp cock, engaged it with the ring and
snapped home a little padlock.
"What's that for?"
"It's a chastity
device. One of the ladies in 'Latex, Leather and Leisure’ recommended
"Yes, I know what it is. But
why have you put it on?" demanded Andy.
"Because it's the first time
you'll be out without me. I don't want anyone getting any silly ideas,
"You mean you're not going
to be there. But I thought....”
"I'm not invited.
You're there as a maid. A maid, pure and simple. I'm going to need to go
back to my apartment and work while you're helping at the party. My boss
likes to get her pound of flesh."
"Can I have a key then,
"Of course not," Jane
replied. "What would be the point of that?"
"What if I need to
“You'll just need to sit down
like a good girl. It'll be a good way a reminding you. Remember the
people at the party are expecting a female maid."
Another shriek erupted from Andy.
"They're expecting a
girl," explained Jane
"You mean you never told
"It never came up."
Jane stopped and began to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"Well now there's something
else that won't be coming up," Jane tittered.
"Ha, ha," Andy laughed
ironically. "So when will you let me out?"
"After I pick you up
tonight. If you've been a good girl, that is," she said with a
smile. "Now put your panties on, we need to get going."
Jane gave Andy one of her long
Burberry trenchcoats to wear. Andy was very reluctant to step out of the
house in his pink uniform let alone go to the party. There had been tears
and tantrums but eventually Andy accepted that he had to go or he would be
letting his Aunt down badly. His make-up needed retouching but they were still
just on schedule to get to Rebecca’s on time. It might not be raining but
Andy did the trenchcoat up tight before stepping out of Jane's house.
"Darling, this is silly. You only have to walk to the car. We're still
on my drive. No-one can see." Jane didn't want to mention the fact
that lots would see at the party. Little steps were needed if she was going to
get Andy to the party.
Andy took his first little steps
walking to the car. Whilst Jane took it in her stride, Andy wasn't so
accomplished walking in five and a half inch heels on a gravel path. His patent
heels and latex stockings glistened below the hem of his Mac as he stepped out
gingerly and crunched tentatively across the gravel. Jane held the door open as
he lowered his bottom on to the seat and swung his legs together into the
compartment as she'd told him. Jane closed the Merc's door. Once inside
Andy removed the trenchcoat. No-one would be able to see him
through the Mercedes’ smoked glass windows. They could get on now.
Jane had two hours to get back up to London and drop him at
Rebecca's Barbican apartment. It was going to be tight and she was already
Fortunately the journey up to
London was uneventful. Andy maintained a stony silence all the way.
Jane parked outside the apartment block, swivelled in her driver's seat and
kissed Andy full on the lips. "Thank you for doing this,
honey. It means a lot me. I'm sure you'll like it if I get a
good bonus. We can go on lots of shopping trips and maybe a few weekends
"Yes, that would be
nice," said Andy, tears starting to well in his eyes. He would do
anything for her just to be near her and kissed like that.
"Don't cry. We don't
want you messing your mascara or make-up. Now let's just touch up your
lipstick and we'll be ready to go."
At five minutes to six, Jane and
Andy were buzzed into the apartment building. As they went up in the lift Jane
reassured Andy, "You'll be OK darling, I'm sure. No-one will know.
”Andy was nervous and trembling. “Just be sweet like you always are
and everything will be fine.” I'll pick you up later this evening."
On the landing, Jane gave Andy a little pat on the bottom and touched his front
to check that everything was secure. At the last moment Jane fastened a
little ribbon in the back of his hair and secured his French maid’s
cap. Then they padded down the carpeted corridor to Apartment
1. She pressed the doorbell and stood back.
After a few moments that felt
like an eternity, Andy heard heels clicking across a hard
floor. The door opened. In front of him was a vision: a
beautiful graceful lady who could easily pass as Jane’s older sister. She
was even wearing latex. The mature greying blonde wore a chic white blouse
and a tight, over-the-knee, pencil-cut black latex skirt. Andy
couldn’t help noticing that she was wearing very high black Louboutin
courts. He liked this lady already.
slightly deep voice said, “Hello, you must be Andy,” followed by a low whistle
as she looked him up and down.
“Yes, Miss,’ Andy simpered.
"It’s Miss Rebecca.”
Andy felt slightly reprimanded.She was
even sterner than Jane.“Yes, Miss
“Thank you dear.My, aren't you the
pretty one? Where has Jane been hiding
you?And where is Jane?”
Andy nodded down the corridor turning towards Jane.“She’s just here, Miss Rebecca.”
Rebecca stuck head out of the door and called to Jane, “Thank you for bringing
Andie.”She paused, turned and looked
at Andy.Jane saw Rebecca surveying
Andy’s deliciously feminine form."Such a suitable uniform.So
nice that your maid likes latex too,” and with a little wry smile on her face,
“or is that just your taste?”Then
slowly and with emphasis she said,“You don't
need to come back later.I know
you’ll want to get on with the Verity proposal. Tomorrow morning will do.”And licking her lips, “I’ll make sure Andie
is very comfy after our guests have gone.Ten o’clock should be fine."She
turned to Andy.“A pretty girl like you
will need a good cooked breakfast after a hard night.Do you like sausage?”
blushed.He glanced back at Jane with a
horrified look on his face. Meanwhile Jane was too shocked to reply.She gave a little wave as Rebecca took Andy
by the hand.“Come in and let me show
you around,” as she ushered him inside.“I'm sure you're going to do just fine tonight."The door closed and Jane heard the receding
clicks of two pairs of heels.
Tears formed in Jane's eyes as she headed for the lift.She felt bereft.But there was something else nagging at her:
something she'd forgotten but she couldn't quite place.She turned back and looked at the door to
Apartment 1.It stayed resolutely
closed.Then the recall hit her.She desperately wanted to go back and retrieve
Andy but knew she couldn't.Tears
started to run from Jane’s eyes.What
had she done?
Jane drummed her fingers on the
dashboard of the Merc. She turned off the nine o’clock news on the
car’s radio. None of it was good: Syria, Brexit, the pound, Trump.
It just went on. The world was in a mess. But she was worried about
Andy. Her Andy. She was impatient to see her young lover again.
It didn’t help that she felt
exhausted. She wanted a cup of coffee badly but in the City on Sunday
there was nothing open. She’d been up working on the Verity proposal until 3am
that morning. She wasn’t going to stop until it was finished and she was
happy with it. But even when she finally stopped, she couldn’t sleep
despite her tiredness. She wanted to know that Andy was
safe. She’d been thunderstruck as she walked away from Rebecca’s
apartment yesterday by the realisation that she’d let Andy go to the party
wearing his monogrammed piny. How had she let that happen? Tiredness
she guessed. The last two days had been so hectic with so much hard
work. Periods of intense concentration and the worry about Andy had
drained her energy.
The minutes dragged by
slowly. She tried listening to music on the radio. But the babble on
the popular stations was inane. She felt fractious and irritable but knew
her approaching period wasn’t helping. She’d put a pad in her panties
that morning just in case but it didn’t help that she also feeling incredibly
randy. She and Andy had had such plans for the weekend. She felt
thwarted and frustrated. Despite her tiredness, she hoped her young
friend would have some energy left after serving at the party.
Jane scanned through the stations
and finally settled on Radio 3. At least there was no silly
chatter. She dozed fitfully until at five minutes to ten she texted
Rebecca that she was on her way up. She picked up the document case from
the passenger seat, locked the car and went into the apartment complex.
Jane rang the bell of Rebecca’s
apartment. She heard feet pad across the floor and then a
clinking of metal. The door opened a crack. Rebecca put on a
safety chain. It hardly seemed necessary in a secure apartment
building especially when Rebecca had only just allowed Jane admittance.
Jane could see Rebecca was wearing a light dressing gown with what looked like
a flimsy negligee underneath. Unusually Jane had to look upwards to make eye
contact with Rebecca. Jane glanced down and saw Rebecca was wearing a
pair of fluffy mule sandals. They had a transparent platform and
transparent heels. The platform had to be at least three inches and
the heels were probably seven inches or more. ‘Stripper heels’ thought
“Good morning Jane."
“Good morning Rebecca. Did
the party go well?”
“Yes, very well.”
“Was Andy helpful?”
“Oh, most definitely. You have such a good maid. So well trained although
we did find one or two gaps that needed filling.” Rebecca gave Jane a
“Is Andy ready?”
“He’s almost ready, I think.”
‘He?’ thought Jane. “Oh! You know.”
Rebecca smiled rather like a cat who had the cream. “Mmmm,” she murmured.
Or was that a purr? Jane could hear some little moans and grunts
emanating from within the apartment. It was probably Andy trying to get
into his latex uniform: it was always so difficult if you didn’t have talc or
someone to help. Rebecca looked over her shoulder back into the
apartment. “He’s just coming.” Rebecca made no attempt to remove
the safety chain from the door. Jane tried to see past her but Rebecca
remained blocking the doorway. “I hope you didn’t spend long on the Verity
After all her hard work, Jane was taken aback. She felt sure that Rebecca
would be aware just how much work would be involved in putting together the
proposal. All she could manage was the understated, “It took a while.”
“Mr.Verity has said he’s very happy.” The whimpers from within the
apartment were getting louder.“He’s
going to use us in future as his preferred supplier,” smiled Rebecca.
“Oh!” Jane didn’t know whether to be annoyed or happy. ‘Now she tells
me,’ she thought. “That’s good.”
“I’m sure there’ll be a bonus in this for you.”
“I don’t know, “ Jane said modestly, “I really haven’t done anything, and
he hasn’t read the proposal yet.” Jane tried to peer past Rebecca.
She held out the document case. “Here’s the proposal. I
thought you might want to read it before we deliver it to Mr.Verity.” A
load gasp and a little shriek leaked out through the gap in the doorway.
“No need,” Rebecca said curtly, pulling the door closer to.
“As I said he's very happy if not ecstatic,” Rebecca continued.
“But how? That’s not
“Mr.Verity is delighted with what
we do and the service we provide.” Jane thought she heard a man’s voice,
a door close and then some rustling inside the apartment. "In fact
he’s already doubled the size of his order," Rebecca said
contentedly. Jane could scarcely believe what she was hearing after all
the effort and long hours she'd put in. Moments later Andy
appeared behind Rebecca.He was dabbing
at his lips. Rebecca glanced over her shoulder and then took off the
safety chain. She pulled the door wide open so that Jane could at last
see her young love. He was wearing a traditional collarless long
tailed blue man’s shirt. He had no cufflinks and the double cuffs
flapped. The long flowing shirt made it look like a shirtdress. A
thin black leather belt gathered at the waist and gave it shape. Maybe it was a
shirtdress. It certainly suited him. As did the fishnet
stockings he was now wearing and the pink high heels that he’d arrived
in. He was carrying a small shopping bag.
“I thought Andy would be more
comfortable out of his latex. I put his uniform in the bag with his
other bits and bobs. He can keep the shirt, the belt and the
stockings. The stockings are stay-ups but suspenders made them look so
much nicer, don’t they honey?” Rebecca looked at Andy.
“Yes, Miss Bex.” Andy looked down. He knew Jane was staring at him
and he desperately didn’t want to make eye contact. Jane couldn't help
noticing that his make-up was looking rather bedraggled. Jane found it
strange that his foundation, blush and eyebrows seemed surprisingly pristine while
the rest looked tired and in need of a refresh. His eyeliner had
run although his false eyelashes were still in place. His lipstick was
Rebecca took Andy’s free hand. “Thank you, Andy for all your help.”
She turned to Jane. “Your maid was a real hit at the party.”
“Good.”Jane looked hard at Andy and raised
an eyebrow. “I think it’s time for us to go. Are you sure you
don’t need the proposal?”
“No, no need at all. Better keep it on file though just in
case. And you,” she said towards Andy, “you’ve been so good.
Thank you for all your help. Please take this little gift as a token of
my appreciation.” She handed Andy a gift-wrapped little box and then
pulled him towards her, bent slightly, put a hand behind his head and kissed
him full on the lips while staring over his shoulder at Jane. Jane glared
back at her. As Rebecca finally pulled away, “I’d love to have you around
again some day, especially if I have another party."
“Thank you, Miss Bex.”
“Say goodbye, Andy,” said Jane.
“Au revoir, Andy. Au
revoir,” said Rebecca and closed the door.
Jane took Andy firmly by the hand
and led him along the corridor to the lift. He had some explaining to do.
Jane did not
bother helping Andy into the Merc.Andy
opened the passenger door and slid into the leather seat.The leather was cool against his bottom; it
matched the atmosphere within the car, which was distinctly frosty.Jane started the engine, checked her mirrors
and pulled away.It was twenty past
ten.They should reach her house by the
coast shortly after mid-day.That’s if
she didn’t just go direct to Andy’s parents’ house and drop her passenger off
as he was.He could come round and
pick-up his jeans later, if he dared she thought.Neither spoke.
walked away from Rebecca’s apartment, Andy had fallen in behind Jane.Approaching the lift, Jane felt Andy’s hand
touch hers and try to take hold of her palm.She’d pushed it away.She didn’t
look at him in the lift and just stared at the buttons.
Sunday morning in the City and traffic was very light.Jane made good progress, deciding to avoid
the M25 and head due south across the river.All the time she drove in silence.She picked up the M23 and put the throttle down. She wanted to get the journey over with.
Eventually Andy spoke although it was more of a nervous mumble.“Please Aunt Jane, I need the toilet.Can we stop, please?”
“Yes, if we
must,” Jane replied grudgingly.Then she
added, “I could do with a cup of coffee myself.”
Jane is it?Not Jan, or Janey.“
Aunt Jane,” Andy pleaded.
Jex?”Andy did not respond.
the motorway merged into the A-road, Jane pulled off for the Services. Although
it was a small service area and quite busy, there were still a few spaces and
she could park quite near the entrance.As
she came to halt she said, “Off you go then.I’ll see you in the Café.”
move.At last he spoke, “Could I borrow
the trench-coat, please Aunt Jane.”
“What do you
need that for?You seem quite
very happy with what you were wearing,” she said sneeringly.“Don’t you feel comfortable in her clothes?”
Aunt Jane?” Andy implored.Jane was still holding the handbrake
lever.She felt a soft little hand rest
on top of hers.It was trembling.She wanted to push it away but instead turned
towards Andy.It was the first time
she’d looked him properly in the face since leaving Rebecca’s apartment.The front neckline of his shirt had darkened:
it was damp with tears that were streaming from Andy’s eyes.Andy’s mascara and eyeliner had made dirty
streaks across his face and down his chin and neck.He’d clearly been sobbing silently throughout
wanted to be annoyed with him but she was finding it difficult.Her boy was in tears and crying his heart
out.Her heart began to thaw.She said,“Yes, you can borrow my coat.It
sort of suits you.”Jane freed her hand, got out of the car and
retrieved the coat from the back seat.She went round and opened the passenger door shielding him from other
people on the car park.She held out
the coat while Andy, emerging from his seat, tucked his arms into the sleeves. She wrapped the coat around him and knotted
the belt.Although Andy didn’t raise
his head or his eyes, he looked like a bedraggled young waif.She placed her hands on his upper arms and
held him a few inches from her.She
couldn’t bear seeing Andy looking so sad and sorry.She composed herself and said, “You know I
Auntie.Yes, Aunt Jane, I do.”
Jane let go
of Andy and reached into the glove box of the car to retrieve her handbag. “Now
let’s get you to the loo and tidied up.”She locked the car and walked hand-in-hand with Andy across the entrance
to the Services.Andy still had his head
down, not wanting anyone to look at him.As she pointed him in the direction of the Ladies, Jane opened her
handbag and took out her make-up case.“You’ll
find some wet wipes and what you need, she said passing him the case that he
took tentatively.“Come on honey, we
need to get you presentable.”With a
firm on his bottom, Jane pushed him towards the loo.“I’ll be over in Costa’s.Do you want anything?”
latte, please,” he said and went into the Ladies while Jane joined the queue to
place her order.
espresso, a regular skinny latte, and two glasses of water, please.”Jane wondered whether Andy would want anything
to eat and then thought about the hot breakfast he may have already had.“And a pain au chocolat, please.”Jane paid and after a short wait was given
a tray with the drinks and food.There
wasn’t much seating space and she took the only available little table near the
window.She sipped the espresso then
drank some water.
The coffee helped her
clear her head.She knew she’d been
unreasonable.After all she’d allowed
Andy to get into this predicament. It
didn’t help that she was furious with Rebecca.She’d worked hard on the Verity proposal and to find that Rebecca had
somehow already secured the deal was simply unacceptable. She knew she was directing some of her fury
with Rebecca at Andy.It was only
natural that Rebecca would find Andy attractive: Jane would have been
disappointed if she hadn’t.It was what
had happened between her boss and Andy that concerned Jane.That wasn’t just fury.It was jealousy, possessiveness and even a
sense of violation.Rebecca had kissed
more of her coffee.What was keeping
Andy?He only needed a pee and a bit of
a tidy-up.A procession of women and girls
were going in and out of the Ladies but there was no sign of Andy.She wondered if he’d slunk out while she was
buying the coffee.She was considering
going in herself to look for him when he emerged.The mascara streaks and lipstick smears had
gone.He’d not only wiped them away
he’d also removed his false eyelashes.In place he had a complete new appearance.His complexion was darker; he was wearing a
different foundation and powder.Although his cheekbones were still contoured his bronzer was lighter and
more subtle than last night, with a delicate blush. His eye shadow was a smoky
grey rather than the bright blue of yesterday and early this morning, while his
lips were no longer a pinky shade; they were a deeper red.
walked across the concourse to the café, Jane went all fuzzy as recognition
dawned:she realised she was looking at
a mirror image: a somewhat younger image perhaps, but a close likeness
nevertheless.Andy had used her make-up and styled his face
exactly like hers.His skills with cosmetics
had certainly improved.He had
delicately applied eyeliner to achieve a sharp narrow cats-eye, had blended
well with the brushes, and had used pencil to give his lips a sharp outline and
complement the carmine red of the lipstick.He looked lovely.Heads turned to
see the pretty, stylish girl with pink heels and tightly belted trenchcoat
walking through the café towards the somewhat older lady seated at the far
table. From bedraggled waif, he now had
the appearance and style of chic French film star.Jane beamed at him.Andy did not notice:although he walked with more confidence, his
eyes were still down.
As Andy sat
down opposite Jane, she said, “You look gorgeous, honey.”People in the coffee shop were staring at
them both transfixed.Were they mother
and daughter?Or perhaps an older sister
with her younger sibling?
up sheepishly.Their eyes met.“Thank you Auntie.”Jane got up from her chair, leant across the
table and kissed Andy on the lips. Andy’s eyes lit up.Jane pulled
back while he composed himself, then she kissed him again.Some of the older ladies in the coffee shop
looked away shocked.Maybe not sisters,
then?Some of the younger girls looked
on in admiration and envy.So the lady
had a cutie.
latte, honey.”Jane smiled at Andy.“I’m sorry I got you into this.It’s all my fault.”
stupid to let Rebecca borrow you for the evening.I should never have mentioned that I had a
maid.It was just that she’d annoyed me
so much talking about her new car and her new apartment now that she’d been
promoted.I just wanted to get back at
“But you do
have a maid, Aunt Jane.”
“Yes, I know
honey but now she knows all about you too.I felt so silly when I remembered and your pinafore.How could I have been so forgetful? I guess it was just the pressure of work.”
remembered.Don’t blame yourself.I didn’t notice either.”
wear that monogrammed pinny was just plain silly.When did Rebecca notice?”
didn’t at first.She just showed me round
the apartment and the rooms where the party was going to be held.She told me where to put the coats and where
guests could change if that wanted to.”
surprised me too.I thought the guests
would arrive dressed for the party.”
they?” Jane asked
did.It turned out it was like a fetish
Halloween party, although it was more fetish than Halloween.”
“Gosh!I didn’t know Rebecca was into that.I ought to have realised from her latex
didn’t wear that for the ‘real’ party.”
mean the real party?”
began as one party but then became another after the caterers left.Anyway, so Rebecca showed me round and then
took me to the kitchens where I met the caterers and the waiters.I got some little whistles when I went into
the kitchen." Andy blushed.“At
least I think they were for me and not Rebecca.”
at Andy.He looked embarrassed but
secretly she was proud of the pretty thing he’d become: as pretty if not
prettier than any girl and with, in so many ways, a greater sense and aura of
femininity. All the reasons why she
loved Andy came flooding back.She
wanted Andy as not just her lover but her girlfriend too.She'd had close girlfriends before but none
had been as sweet and affectionate.It
had been fortunate that she had kept the little toys from those earlier trysts
and love affairs.It meant she'd been
well prepared for her new 'girlfriend'.
one of the waiter boys who noticed 'Andrew' written on my apron.He just pointed and said something like 'Is
Andrew your boyfriend's name?'I didn't
know what to say at first.Rebecca could
see I was all confused and then she chimed in with, 'That's an unusual
coincidence Andie: Andie and Andrew.' I said that I didn't have a
boyfriend.She replied, 'I thought Jane
said you had.' Did you Auntie?"
point it was Jane's turn to get flustered. "Well, I never said you
never said you did," said Jane trying to recover.
would they think of me?"
you were a very pretty girl with a very lucky boyfriend.What do think they'd think?"
suppose so.The boys certainly looked
more hopeful.Anyway, I said that
'Andrew' was the name of the manufacturer.That seemed to satisfy the waiter, but Rebecca fixed me with a rather
"Yes.She got out her mobile phone and started
tapping away while she took me round the rest of the apartment.It was very large. She must earn an awful lot
of money." Jane harrumphed: that job ought to have been hers, she
thought."She showed me the
bathrooms and then took me back to the coat room and said it would be my
bedroom when the guests had gone."
had your own bedroom.Good."
yes."Andy sipped his latte." Auntie is it possible to have
something to eat, please. I'm famished."
thought you were getting a cooked breakfast?"
really wasn't time."Andy went back
to looking sheepish and turned his head down to avoid having to look Jane in
there's something you're still not telling me.Anyway, what would you like?"
croissant, please.An almond one if
they've got them."
well.I'll get you one but I expect you
to tell me everything that happened last night. And I do mean everything."Jane stood up leaving Andy staring down at
the table. As she passed him she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed
the top of his head.This time most eyes
in the café were on the extremely attractive older lady wearing a dark navy
cashmere sweater and a grey woollen skirt falling just below the knee.Her silvery-grey coloured hair had slightly
bouffant curls than ran down to her shoulders at the back although her roots
confirmed that she was still a natural blonde.It made her look distinguished as well as sexy.While her calf length black patent boots with
sharp, shiny gold stiletto heels provoked both interest and sadness with men
resigning themselves to the beautiful lady's inclination, though even they
couldn't fault her having feelings for her pretty young companion.
strolled to the counter and ordered a croissant and another double espresso.
She needed it to help stave off her tiredness and maintain her
concentration.She'd gone back to
feeling annoyed but couldn't work out whether it was with Rebecca or with
herself. What she did know was that it wasn't with Andy. She'd put him in this
predicament. She had only herself to blame for that.But through it all Andy, her Andy, was still
the same sweet boy: more kind and feminine than any of her former girlfriends,
more docile and affectionate than any past boyfriends, and definitely more
lithe, energetic and attentive. She just needed to know what had happened to
him.He didn't seem hurt, he didn't seem
injured.In fact it seemed she'd hurt
him more with how she'd treated him this morning than anything Rebecca might
and took the croissant and her small cup back to their table.She put the food down and tousled Andy's hair
again.She turned Andy's face up towards
her; once again tears appeared to be welling in his eyes."What's wrong, honey?"
about what, darling?"
you're g...g...going to be ann....annoyed," stuttered Andy.
honey.You're so sweet." Jane
stooped and hugged him kissed his cheek."Any fault is all mine.” She kissed him on the lips. There was a
low gasp from certain parts of the café.Jane didn’t care.So what if she
kissed her girlfriend.It was a free
world.Who wouldn’t want to kiss her
beautiful boy?As she stood back up, she
said with a smile, "At least our lippie matches so we shouldn't have
smudged too badly."She went round
to her seat."Now what happened