Tony drove a low seated, bright red Aston Martin. I had to get down so low that my slitted skirt parted to show off my short black silk slip and the dark tops of my stockings. Tony just smiled as I wriggled to pull my skirt down while the neighbors at their upstairs windows got a good look up my skirt. I tried to frown at his smirk but I'm sure it looked more like a pout. I couldn't get my high heels right and had to wriggle even more to kind of sit side-saddle.
"You look gorgeous," said Tony with a smile.
'If you only knew how long it took', I thought miserably. It had taken me three hours of work to look casually turned-out in a figure hugging dark blue dress, a suede fitted jacket and black high heels. I had parted my hair down the middle and swept it back on either side with little combs holding it in place. A mass of curly strands flowed down my back. I still wore the golden bands at my ears and I had on my red underwear, panties and bra and garter belt. After what Hicke had said about black panties and being a girl who wanted to be laid, which had been right when I was with him, I didn't want Tony to get any ideas.
Continued from #602. Conclusion... If things became complicated in Part One of this story, in Part Two they become downright tangled. Greg is forced to be Jennifer Bracewell full-time now. The thing is, he's so damn good at it, being every bit as pretty as she is. Soon, he finds himself making a living as a showgirl in a club in London for those with special interests. Before things are over, there will be a spectacular wedding. Will Greg/Jennifer be the groom or the bride, though?