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April 30, 2016
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April 30, 2016 As the end of the month approached I knew I was running out of time and had no more excuses except to face my problem and find a way to finally put this all behind me. After receiving a message on my answering machine informing me that the date of the gathering had been finalized and that a Fed Ex package would include the instructions for attending the party Kate was hopefully a step closer to being out of my life. When the package did finally arrive I quickly realized that the syndicate had returned to their old ways by doubling down on security. Fortunately, I read that Kate wouldn't have to drive, which meant door to door service for my return at the end of the night. The Friday before the gathering I bumped into Steve in the parking lot. It was hard for me to be around him because it reminded me that he was partially his fault for getting Kate into this predicament, "Hey, what are your plans this weekend?" I came back with an easy lie, "I haven't been feeling right all day, and I'm going to take myself home and lay low the whole weekend." It was actually a half truth without him knowing it because I hadn't felt so much like Kate since I opened my party instructions. He was already passing me as he added, "I wish I could do that. I'm already behind schedule and it's 4 pm. Big weekend for me. Get better bro." It was almost a relief to know that he had worked himself out of our 'circle of friends', which would help me extract myself strategically. The final unopened envelope inside the Fed Ex package had a message written on the outside of it instructing me to open the morning of the party. My hands were actually shaking as I was having trouble with the reality of crossing back into this world. My mind went blank for a moment and when I opened my eyes the envelope had been ripped in half and a small pink index card fluttered to the floor. Without even picking it I could clearly see a phone number written on the card. Lifting it closer I suddenly felt kind of committed, even though a part of me was convinced I could just back out of going once again. Picking up my cell phone, and punching in the number I did pause for a moment before pressing the call button. It only rang once before it was answered. A voice I had never heard before gave my instructions without allowing me a chance to ask any questions before he finished and cut off the connection, "Slave Kate, you will be picked up at 5 pm outside your condo. You are to wear only pink lingerie under your clothes, although you can attend the gathering in your everyday male clothes. You have this one choice. Do not expect to return home until sunrise the next morning. And one last thing, bring the envelope of photos you found in the air vent >click-buzz<." Well, I felt a bit of a victory after the phone call, as I wasn't expected to arrive dressed as Kate. The lingerie under my clothes was a nasty habit I was trying to break, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for me to go out dressed that way. The fact that it would be known what I was wearing under my male costume always made my hands tremble as I wrapped the pink lace garter belt around my slim waist. With the garter straps dangling down my smooth things I rolled the pink stockings up both legs and attached them taught against my skin. I ran my hands over the smooth texture of the stockings and felt an electric charge jump through my body. The pink half cup bra, once I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, looked so empty without any forms that I decided to stuff them with the smallest enhancers I owned, and if it looked like it was too obvious once I arrived, I could always remove them before becoming too humiliated. The wait in the lobby seemed like an eternity as I waited for my limo ride. When my phone rang at five I knew things were already in motion, but I was more shocked to hear Robbie's voice on the other end of the phone call, "Your driver will be arriving at your residence in one minute. Step outside and he will pick you up at the curbside. It will be good to see you again in the flesh, and not on a video screen." I wanted to respond, but once again was not allowed to respond before the call was ended. Stepping through the glass doors I saw a car drive up and didn't realize who it was at first until the horn from his car shook me to my core. It was Steven and I instinctively clutched the envelope of Kate's photos to my chest as I slowly walked up to the car. I thought this must have just been a coincidence as I was looking for my limo as I leaned in through the open window, "Hey, what's up?" Steve gave my a knowing grin and said, "Looks like we are both back in the inner circle once again. Get in, time is wasting. I don't want to miss any of this tonight." There was no limo. My friend was my driver, and with it an added level of danger of Kate being exposed to the wrong person. I settled into the passenger seat as Steve added, "It's just like old times." As he drove us away I knew that this was nothing like it once was. Things did feel eerily familiar as we proceeded through the old runaround before finally arriving at the location of the gathering. This time before we entered the rundown warehouse we were both frisked, and I got a knowing look from the muscle guard when he felt the corset I was wearing under my clothes. He was about to say something when Mr. Paul saved me the embarrassment of being outed in front of my friend, "Hey, long time." He reached out and shook Steve's hand and then turned and looked at me like he didn't know who I was. The mustache I had grown couldn't have hid my identity that much but I decided to play along as he questioned who I was, "Have we met?" Steve leaned in and introduced me, "This is Dave. He was at one of the auctions a couple years ago." He played his part perfectly acting like he was trying to remember who I was, "Oh, nice to see you again. Lots have happened since then. Have a great evening. It's our first major night back in the States, so I've got a lot of mingling ahead of me." He turned to Steve, gave him a slap on the back, and was wading off into the crowd near the entrance. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I saw it as hopefully an opening to truly end this without any further damage to my reputation. Inside the warehouse it looked like a Vegas casino with a large stage filled with a four piece band playing Beatles tunes. I was about to comment to Steve that they must be expecting an older crowd, but when I turned to say it to him he was already gone. I suspected I would find him anywhere that a sex act was taking place. He was like a hound when it came to finding the action. I moved over to one of the bars and settled in with a drink as some of the female guests were already putting on quite a show on the dance floor. From behind me I heard someone say, "Hey, don't I know you?" When I turned around the female bar tender was smiling widely, "Great costume!" It was one of the bar tenders that also knew me as Kate. "You got the police looking for you...like our employers?" I tried to laugh it off and made my point, "I'm here as a guest, not as an employee." She shook her head and barely made her comment above the roar of the crowd, "Nobody gets away that easy." The red head turned and moved down the bar to serve another couple waiting patiently. Just when my confidence was at a peak, her final five words shook me to the core. I was ready to leave, and if I didn't find Steve quickly I would find another way home, As I was bolting for the front entrance Mr. Paul blocked my escape with two of his men, "Leaving already?" I looked around like a trapped animal as I fumbled to find the right words, "I was just going outside to get some fresh air." Mr. Paul moved closer and with his eyes piercing though me ushered me away from the front doors, "Before you go, we need to talk for just a few minutes to clear things up...if you really must go already." The bulge in the jackets of his guards made me quickly realize that going along with what he wanted was probably also the best thing that I could do. As we entered a side room I recognized the gathering around a slave chained to the floor as an auction bidding war was in full swing, Paul leered at me and nudged me, "Bring back any memories." I could feel my face blushing as we moved into a smaller office where the guards waited outside as the door closed. Check back later for the whole story... |
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