“Hey Chelse… what? No, she’s not ready. Look, she just finished shaving. I haven’t even… It was supposed to be tomorrow… Does she know she’s with me? … Well, why shouldn’t she be prepared? That’s… Oh yeah, I’m just going to go around and fuck all the initiates... Of course not! I haven’t even touched her!” she smiled at me. “Jesus, where did I get this reputation of turbo-dyke? Alright well… Chelse, hold on. We’re gonna go see Denys right now, okay? We’ll be there for an hour, and… Okay, well talk to her.” She put her hand over the phone “Tanja wants you to come in for your initiation today, but…” she removed her hand “Jesus, that’s ridiculous. All right, but if her outfit isn’t ready… I don’t know if she’ll even fit in my clothes. Fine. Fuck. All right, no I’m not blaming you, I know. Alright, I put her in something of mine. We’ll be in the circle in… like 15? I’m at my house right now, so… okay, 20 at the latest.” She hung up the phone.
“Well, bad news, sweetheart. Looks like your preparation is going to be cut short. We’re going to do the initiation now, so I’m just going to put you in some of my clothes and we’ll head over there.”
“Can I ask…”
“No time. Come on, into my room.”
We dashed into Trish’s room. She went through her closet, swearing and throwing clothes, finally producing a red spaghetti strap shirt with white trim, and a matching skirt with a hemline a good inch higher than any I had ever worn.
“It’s not exactly ‘you’ but we can’t worry about that now. Put these on quick.”
“Okay, should I wear the thong, or…”
“Nope. I got a whole ‘nother idea here. No thong. No bra. We’re gonna let the idea of a peek at your goodies work to your advantage.”
“I’m scared.”
“No time. Put it on.”
I put on the top, immediately realizing that the shirt was more of a formal nicety than an actual covering of breasts. The shirt was made with less fabric than it probably should have been, which would have made it rather revealing on anyone else. But moreover, while I had a very modest pair of breasts, Trish had a rack, so the arm holes functioned as a sort of peephole.
The skirt was too big around my waist, so Trish threw a belt at me. I knew that any drastic movement in this skirt would expose more of me than I wanted others to see… except Trish. But I also knew I had to wear this outfit. If I fucked this up, not only would I get Code 13 (damn it! Should have asked what Code 13 was) but I was sure I’d get Trish in trouble as well, and that couldn’t happen. So we dashed out the car, and Trish sped toward our destination. |