“Haven’t you ever fucked all night?”
“No. I mean, I could, but there hasn’t been a woman willing to do it. I didn’t know one existed.”
“Oh, my friend,” Tony said. “You’ve so much to learn. Just wait and see. Are you excited to see Lily?”
“Does Lily participate? I mean, will I get to fuck her again?” Adam raked his fingers through his hair. That subject put him on edge, Tony noted. “I mean—”
“Yes, Adam. I’m sure she wants to fuck you again. She tells me everything. She usually dominates at the ball. It’s very rare for her to get too involved. But this is the one night she really comes into her own, so who knows? She really likes to watch me and Renee play with the guests.”
“I see.”
Tony heard the defeat in Adam’s voice. “Don’t worry.” Tony patted him on the thigh. “I’ve no doubt this year’s going to be very different. She’s never had you there before.”
Tony parked the car on the street in front of an old one-story Creole-style house.
“Where are we?” Adam asked.
“Flatboy’s. We’re going to get you something to wear. I have just the thing. She’s going to love it, and she’s going to have a hell of a time trying to figure out who you are.” Tony enjoyed Adam’s eager smile as they walked into the store. “Hey, Flatboy!” Tony called out. “I need one more for my friend here.”
Adam and Tony approached the beat-up counter. A short, fat little man with a tailor’s measuring tape draped around his neck stood behind several bolts of cloth. His vest was too tight and his not so white shirtsleeves were rolled up over his beefy forearms. “I see. Let’s get you into it, then.” He motioned for Adam to follow him.
Tony followed the two men to the back of the store behind a heavy velvet curtain. “There it is,” Tony said through a laugh of satisfaction as he pointed to the costume hanging on the wall. “This’ll be perfect. It was going to be mine, but I’ve decided to be something else. We’re about the same build. It should be easy enough to alter.” He turned to Flatboy. “Now, fit this perfectly to him. He has a woman to catch.”
Chapter Ten
Lily lay in the bathtub, letting the hot water soothe her as the caterers bustled downstairs. The guests would be arriving in about two hours, and she wasn’t even dressed yet. She took the folded piece of paper from the small table next to the tub. The pink parchment had been lying on top of a dress when Lily opened the garment box Renee had brought. Tony had written on it.
“It was so long since she had been anything near the right
size that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it
in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual,
“Come, there’s half my plan done now! How puzzling all
these changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to be,
from one minute to another! However, I’ve got back to my
right size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden—
how is that to be done, I wonder?
Poppet…follow the rabbit!”
Lily grinned as she looked to the dress hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The light blue dress was a stark contrast to the crisp white apron. She stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her wet body.
She pulled the blonde wig from the white box and set it on the dressing table. The black satin ribbon felt silky as she carefully laid it next to the wig. She looked into the mirror and studied her reflection. The vision of Adam’s taut expression as he came inside her body flooded her mind, and her pale face turned crimson. He could affect her even when he wasn’t in the room. She giggled at the thought of what costume he’d be wearing. He better let her know who he was!
Everyone dressed so creatively it was difficult to recognize anyone. Lily shrugged. Anonymity: that was why the guests were coming in the first place. Sex without remorse. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Lily rubbed her legs together with the notion.
She fastened her hair into a loose bun and sat down on the small stool. She pulled the white, thigh-high stockings from the box. They were thicker than the ones she was used to. The garter belt was also white and fastened the stockings snugly to her thighs. The patent-leather Mary Jane sandals fit comfortably. She stood and turned around in front of the mirror to admire what Tony had picked out for her.
The dress was fitted, with the hidden side zipper easily manipulated. The apron flaunted her curves, which, until Tony taught her to embrace her figure, would have been embarrassing. Tony hadn’t packed any panties, so she was thankful the skirt reached below her knees. The wig was easy to situate, and the last touch was the black bow.