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I'm not usually a great lover of white latex but my heavens Kylie looks amazing in this.
Now a little treat from our friend Ambre Caprise. I create a lot of Ai art for the blog but Ambre can just drop a total treat on me like this one. More will follow but I just adore this one.
Door to door service has never been better.
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3 Days (and a weekend)
By
Skinnie Stallion
Monday morning
Neil had grown to dread being summoned to the corner office. That was no good when he was the C-Suite office assistant and meant to be her personal PA. He was so conflicted. He admired Ms Williams a lot. She was a one woman powerhouse who’d built the Agency into what it was today. She’d foreseen the impact of AI and future proofed the Agency’s offering. AI could do the grunt work but it could never provide the personal touch that made the Agency unique. The Williams touch. Ms Williams believed in customer intimacy and the Agency’s customers appreciated the service it provided.
He admired her in other ways. He’d have ignored any other woman her age. What was she? In her fifties, he reckoned. You didn’t get that kind of experience and have developed such a roster of clients without being around that age. In her fifties but wearing well. Exceptionally well. She had the looks of a twenty year old, well thirty year old, he conceded. A bit too old for him unfortunately. It’s what made it so difficult when he was with her: he found her so physically attractive, and so charming and alluring, yet out of his age range and class.
Why did she have to be so damn attractive? He found it impossible to concentrate when he was with her. Well, he did concentrate but not on work matters. She dressed like his ideal woman. She was almost always in something shiny. Leather pants. Latex pants. PVC Mac. Leather coat. Even PVC pants. Those pants turned the heads of the whole office, even the girls. And her heels. Every day she wore heels to the office. FMH and she knew it, but her whole style made it clear she was unattainable to mere mortals. She was like a goddess in his eyes.
He knocked first. He could hear Ms Williams’ pants squeak as she leaned back in her executive chair when he entered with her coffee. God, he loved that sound. She sent him out each morning to the coffee shop round the corner. He reckoned it was because she enjoyed teasing the barista whom she knew had ‘a thing’ for her. Who hadn’t? Every day she walked down the street to the Agency's office past the coffee shop, past other shops and offices, and heads would turn. Ms Williams was special. This time she’d instructed him to get two coffees: her usual double shot Americano, and one for him. He’d got himself a skinny decaf latte with a vanilla shot. It was clear that she wanted to talk.
She didn’t give him time to put the coffees down before she started: “Neil, it’s only three days to the Trade Association Awards Dinner. Are you fully prepared?”
“I’ve compiled my folder with the bios and the pictures like you said.”
“And have you memorised them all? I can’t have you holding a folder all evening while we talk to guests.”
“Er ……” Neil stumbled.
“You have to memorise them,” Ms Williams demanded. At times like this, Neil felt she went the full Miranda Priestly. If only he could handle her with the aplomb that Andrea had managed. Would that make him her Nell? He’d adore that possibility. “And what will you be wearing on Thursday evening?”
“I’ve borrowed a dinner jacket from my brother. We’re the same size.”
“No, no, no!” Ms Williams didn’t raise her voice which made it worse. Her usual languorous, honeyed tones simply became more staccato as she expressed herself firmly. God, he loved her when she was like this. She might terrify him but she was majestic. Imperious even. “What did I tell you?”
“You wanted me in evening dress,” he answered in puzzled bemusement
“No, I wanted you in an evening dress. We’re hosting Bergman and Knightley at the Dinner; they’re our major client. They’ve nominated us in several categories including Creativity, Art Design and Customer Service. We want to keep their account. Do Bergman and Knightley do cloth dinner jackets?”
“No, Ms Williams.”
“Do B&K do latex dinner jackets?”
“Yes, I mean no, Ms Wiliams: not for men. But they do a design for ladies and for B&K Boys: their take on the old Le Smoking style but in latex. Very androgynous. Very sexy.” He added unguardedly. He blushed at his own words. Was that too much of a giveaway.
“Do they do evening dresses?”
“Yes, of course.”
“In one style?”
“No, they’ve a huge number of variants.”
“Quite. Well, as you know, I wear the trousers in this Agency. I built and own this Agency. I will be wearing B&K’s Le Smoking on Thursday. I expect you, my assistant, to be wearing a B&K evening dress. I want you to be beside me all evening. I expect you to be not only my prompter for the night but my arm cNell too.”
“But, Ms Williams, I can’t ……”
“You can and you will. We can’t both be wearing dinner jackets. You will wear a dress. What is the mantra of this Agency, Neil? You’ve had it drummed into you since the day you started.”
“Customer first. Be Customer facing. Stand in the Customer’s shoes.”
“And what do I do, Neil?”
“You stand in the Customer’s shoes, Ms Williams,” he acknowledged.
“I do. Today I’m wearing a pair of B&K Bellissimas: black ankle boots with five inch stiletto heels.” She raised her leather clad legs and briefly rested them on her desk. Neil thought she looked magnificent. He’d already needed one trip to the bathroom that morning to calm down and get rid of the distressing bulge in his trousers.
“Yes, Ms Williams.”
“And B&K Slinkys for good measure. Do you want to feel them, Neil? Do you want to feel this soft black leather and understand what it means to be focused on a Customer’s Account. We have to live in the world of B&K. We have to live the Brand to fully understand the Customer.”
“Yes, Ms Williams.”
“That’s why I am a B&K Lady and you need to be a B&K Boy.”
“But…..”
“You heard me: a B&K Boy. I know you’ve been reluctant to take that step but it was a condition of your recruitment. Maybe I’ve been too subtle about it in the past. You’ve not picked up on the prompts I’ve made about your hair, your skin, your nails or your footwear. Maybe too tolerant. I don’t know whether you’ve been slow on the uptake about what I expect from my PA, or whether you’ve just tried to ignore my requirements. My last PA became so enthusiastic and immersed in the world of B&K that he decided to become a full-time B&K Boy. Maybe I should get him back?”
Neil could feel his job slipping away on him. He needed a job. He needed this job to be near her. He’d do anything to keep it. He’d do anything for Ms Williams. “Please don’t do that, Ms Williams,” he mumbled as he started to well up.
“Very well, Neil. We have limited time before the Awards Dinner. I’m calling B&K now to find out what they can do for you.” She flipped her office mobile and started to dial. There was a short pause before a couple more button pushes. Another brief pause then, “Hello? Customer Service? …… Oh, hello Sharon…… It’s Sheila Williams at The Williams Agency ……. Yes, THE Agency….. I need an urgent job by your Feminisation Unit……. It’s a boy……. Let’s just say it’s my boy……..Neil. Neil Trenchard….. Certainly, that’s T-R-E-N-C-H-A-R-D, Trenchard……. Yes, full feminisation.” She stopped and looked hard at Neil. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes, bowed his head and nodded. “Yes, fully consenting…… Height? About five five, I think……..” Neil nodded. “Yes, quite petite but well proportioned. He’ll be better when he’s wearing heels………. Size? I would guess Size 8, ……… Yes, very cute, five foot five and Size 8. He looks adorable when he pouts. ……….About 32-32-32. Yes, straight as a runner bean..…….Sadly, nothing to get hold of ………… Mmmm, yes, some curves would be good if you can manage them. A corset perhaps. Otherwise it’ll have to be tape……….Yes, I always think an over-corset looks good on a boy……. Oh, I don’t know. Just a sec. What shoe size are you Neil?” She paused and looked at him.
“Er, Size 6.”
“I don’t know if you heard that: Size 6………. Yes, that should give plenty of options…………. Oh, I think he can manage four inch to start with but provide some five inch ones as well for when he gets used to wearing them…….. Hair, yes……. Yes, blonde please. He’s ditzy enough.……. Yes, with a ponytail………. Nails, of course. He’ll need extensions……… Make-up? I’ll leave that with you. Nothing over the top but he needs to go for the full B&K Boy look…….. Yes, he’ll need lessons and training since he will be wearing it permanently and I can’t keep giving him time off to go to your Boys Will Be Girls salon……….Right. Clothing. He needs outfitting for office work and an evening Gala Dinner, with some limited leisure wear though the standard B&K Boy look will be fine for that……. It’s the Gala Dinner that’s the priority …..…Yes, THAT Gala Dinner.”
She paused and looked again at Neil. He was trembling and still hadn't put the tray down. She covered the mouthpiece and said to him, “Make sure you don’t slop the coffee, honey.” Honey? She’d never called him ‘honey’ before. He tried to compose himself which was becoming increasingly difficult.
She resumed her instructions to B&K’s Customer Service Desk: “He’ll need a proper evening gown ….. A shoulder strapped mermaid dress would be fine. He’ll need the shoulder straps given his lack of other support…….. Yes, latex, of course. Naturally latex…….. Yes, lingerie…….. Latex too, please…….. And something for the bedroom, I think.” She gave him another hard stare. He tried to look impassive but he could feel more stirrings down below. It was just as well she was focused on his face. He might need another visit to the bathroom very soon. “A little teddy and maybe a baby doll too. In latex……..Yes, in latex. I like a nice sticky boy …….. Yes, he will look sweet …….. Oh, and you might as well get him some bedroom mules…… Two inch platforms and six inch heels.…… In Perspex….. Yes, full stripper heels, I wouldn’t want him running away, would I? ………. Yes, he’s the type, or soon will be, even if he doesn’t realise it yet. Quite the sissy ……. Likes to play the shy one, but I’m about to change that……. What else? ….. Yes, accessories. He’ll need his ears pierced. Gold hoop earrings. Two inch diameter….. No necklace but a plain gold choker band to match his earrings…… Some gold bangles, and little stoned ring for his third finger left hand. I don’t want anyone getting ideas about him. He’s taken……. Handbag to match his evening dress …..… Yes, the B&K Little Miss should be perfect for him…… Big enough for his lipstick, compact, a few tissues, keys and a little money …… I assume you’ll equip him with a make-up case to bring home? ……. Good. As I said this is urgent……… I will have him over to you later today…….. Complete. Head to toe……… Not yet, but I will. How long?...... No good, I need him in 3 days………. I understand. No, not an issue, just bill me here……… On second thoughts, charge it to me personally, not the Agency. Yes, Sheila Williams. He is going to be mine, after all. I’ve always wanted a B&K Boy of my very own. You’ll have my account details on file. I’ll have to think of something else for his bonus. Maybe a flat, low profile cockcage to sort out unsightly bulges like the one he’s got now? We’ll have to see.”
“Yes, he’ll be with you soon.” Ms Williams glanced at Neil who was quivering with anticipation. She wanted to cage him. How heavenly would that be? “He just needs time to drink his coffee and, by the look of him, have a nice slow wank. After all, it’ll probably be his last for a long time. Or, more likely, simply his last…….. Yes, I can make sure of that. Boys are like Neil are quite simple, Sharon. You just need to give them what they need, not what they want……… They’ll soon give up wanking when they find there’s a better way…… Oh, thank you for reminding me. Rubber three inches, and one and a half inch diameter for day wear……. Got that?” Neil tried to attract Ms Williams attention. He wanted to gesticulate to get her to stop but his hands were full. “Yes, only one and a half: I think he is a novice in that area…..... Stainless steel three inches, and one and half inch diameter with a jewelled base for evening wear……… Let’s say a ruby red for the jewel to match his lips and nails……. And rubber five inches, and two inch diameter for bedroom and night wear ………. Yes, he’ll probably need a bit of stretching, but he’ll appreciate it in the long term given what I have in mind for him………… Yes, I think that’s all. Send the invoice through to me Sharon…….. Goodbye Sharon, and thank you for your help and guidance. Bye, bye.” Ms Williams closed the call.
“There Neil. All done. Drink your coffee while we run through the lists and I give you a quick test.” She gave him a knowing smile. “I’ll make sure you have enough time for your wank before I get my driver to take you over to Bergman and Knightley. Make sure you enjoy it.”
“Yes, Ms Williams,” said Neil who couldn't believe what was happening. But he had signed the consent form.
“Now what was all that gurning you were doing just before I closed the call?”
“I was trying to tell you that I already wear one Ms Williams. I’m wearing one now.”
“Oh, you darling boy. How sweet. You should have told me. What other hidden secrets do you have?”
Monday morning
Nell walked round to get the coffee order. She couldn’t believe the looks she was getting from passers-by. She’d already had some amazing reactions in the office when she’d walked in with Ms Williams that morning. They were greeted with a round of applause from colleagues for Thursday’s achievement but it was perhaps unusual for a PA to be holding her boss’s hand even if it seemed perfectly natural to Nell. She guessed that HR might have a few things to say about her being in a relationship with her boss, but since it was Sheila’s company, Nell didn't expect there to be problems. Even so, she’d taken off her (faux) engagement ring before going into work.
She’d been on Cloud 9 since last Thursday’s dinner. What a night that had been! She’d memorised her cue cards successfully and been able to prompt Sheila about every representative from B&K, every prospective client and even the judges. The Awards ceremony had been a triumph: The Williams Agency had swept the board in all their nominated categories. Sheila had run out of acceptance speeches after first three awards and had resorted to sending Nell up to collect the trophies. Nell had few words to say but the audience were delighted to see such a pretty girl and cheered her appearance on stage. For the final award for Best Agency, Sheila had joined her at the podium and they’d kissed to tumultuous applause from the crowd. There could be no going back after that. Nell knew there was only one way she wanted to be.
Nell hadn’t gone into the office on Friday. Sheila had said that she could have time off in lieu after their very late night at the Awards Dinner. Ms Williams wasn’t worried: she’d decided to work from home that day. She’d been as energetic as ever, while Nell had spent most of Friday in bed, admiring the trophy statuettes on the bedside tables. On Saturday, she’d gone shopping with Sheila. Sheila had insisted on taking her to B&K who seemed intent on showering them both with gifts of complimentary clothes and shoes. They were delighted that pictures of Nell and Sheila had not only filled the trade press but had also reached the national dailies. The internet was abuzz. There were photographers outside the B&K store when they were leaving. They were news and, more importantly, B&K was news. The Sundays would have splash about them. They’d even had a kiss for the paparazzi. The gossip pages and magazines were going to have a field day.
Nell spent most of Sunday in bed relaxing and reading the papers. Sheila’s bed was so comfortable. On Friday it had felt like her second home. By Sunday, it was home.
The barista gawped when she placed the order: “One double shot Americano and a skinny decaf latte with a vanilla shot, please.” No doubt he’d seen the pictures in the papers. Her pictures. Her pictures with Sheila. He’d have to quell his yearning for Sheila. Sheila was hers, although more correctly she was Sheila’s. Nell did not intend anyone else to get a look in.
“For Ms Williams?” he queried. Nell nodded. “So what happened to the kid who used to come for coffees? Couldn't stand the Ice Queen any longer, I bet.”
“I……. He…….. Not sure. I think he moved on.”
“Shame, he was kinda cute. I’d been wondering about asking him for a date.”
Nell’s heart skipped a beat. Surely he liked Sheila? “But don’t you fancy Ms Williams?”
“The Ice Queen? I did once. She looks great but I couldn’t. Not a woman like that. I want someone more my own age. And my own sex,” he added. “I really fancied that kid. He was sweet. Always running errands for her. He seemed under her thumb. It’s why I call her the Ice Queen. I felt sorry for him and always gave him an extra vanilla shot in his coffee. I guess I wanted to give him my own vanilla shot, if you know what I mean,” he added with a wink.
Nell gulped. “Oh!” Now she knew why her coffee had always been so deliciously sweet.
“I could tell you were ordering for Ms Williams. The kid always used to come in about this time asking for a double shot Americano. She likes it strong and black, I used to joke with him. You don’t have his number do you? Or know his name?”
“I could try to find out,” said Nell, but knowing in her heart that she wouldn’t. Neil was gone. Neil had been fucked out of him in the early hours of Friday morning when they’d got back from the Awards Ceremony. Thoroughly fucked out of him. Sheila had delivered the finishing touch to what B&K’s Feminisation Unit had started. A lot of touches and a lot of fuckings. Any final vestiges had gone over the weekend when Sheila had used the collar and cuffs on him. Sheila had made a promise to her. Sheila wasn’t going to allow Neil back. She was Nell now: Ms Williams’ PA, Ms Williams’ Nell. And Ms Williams’ girlfriend, Nell reflected deliciously while squeezing hard on the plug Sheila had inserted in her that morning. A special plug that B&K had engraved with Sheila’s name. Now she’d never be able to forget that Sheila was her squeeze. She’d carry Sheila with her wherever she went.
“It’s strange because he used to like a skinny decaf latte with a vanilla shot too,” the barista mused while looking hard at Nell. “I never forget what a customer orders.”
Nell wondered whether he recognised her. Or had he been reading some of the more scurrilous gossip columns in the red tops? “Oh, really? Yes, that is a coincidence.” Nell was relenting. The barista did seem quite a nice young man. And if he wasn’t after Sheila, the new Nell was willing to accept a challenge. Maybe she could get him to like girls. After all, if Nell was going to be Sheila’s B&K Boy, she ought to live and behave like one. Neil might be gone, but Nell still had certain appetites that would need satisfying, especially when Sheila was away meeting clients. A little variety would also spice up her life: it might be nice to have something organic inside her for a change. “Look, I’ll see what I can do. I’ll ask around. Can I have your name and number and I’ll get back to you?” It was strange what wearing latex and heels did for a girl’s confidence.
“Gosh, I never thought that I’d have a pretty girl like you ask me for my number.”
“You’ll be surprised,” said Nell. Very surprised, she thought.
A few minutes Nell walked out with the coffees and his details. She knew she’d have to ask Sheila. There was no urgency. Knowing Sheila, she’d enjoy letting Nell tease the barista whatever the outcome.
Thank you for publishing. What a marvellous collection to start the year: Kylie, Amanda, perfect work by Amber, and the undiscovered gem of 'Travelling Alone'. Thank you. I hope people enjoy the story (typos n'all).
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