"It looks good."

Fighting the semi currently trying to make itself known within your pants as you stared at that mountain of cleavage, you stuttered, "It... It looks good." That being just about the understatement of the century.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Randall agreed, still gazing down at himself. "Shame it's gonna be wasted on a bunch of creepy old business men though."

Letting out a sigh, he then made his way back over to the vanity and took a seat in front of it, picking up various little pots and containers of makeup and liberally applying them to his face. You had already noted that he didn't really need makeup to look good, but it did really seem to enhance things. Randall working the various little powders and brushes with as much skill as he had everything else.

"Oh. Can you do me a favor and grab me a pair of shoes from the closet?" he asked, while thickening his lashes with mascara. "There should be a red pair at the front somewhere that'll match the dress."

There certainly was, you discovered, on making your way into the large walk-in closet - a very shiny pair, with ankle straps and what looked to be a 6 inch heel. Randall really was going all out it seemed, and as you had no idea as it was how the hell he walked in his regular pairs, you were utterly perplexed how he was going to possibly manage in these.

He didn't look intimidated in the slightest though as you placed them down beside him. Thanking you as he now set to work painting his luscious lips with the red lipstick you had retrieved earlier. Once finished with this (the application of it on his wide open lips being a show of its own), he then slipped his feet into the heels and fastened them at the ankles, before grabbing a few items out of your Auntie's jewelry box to complete the look. Finally, he finished off with a squirt or two of perfume on his wrists, neck and cleavage. The perfume actually smelling rather enticing, and a lot like roses.

Standing up off the chair then to face you, he held his arms out wide and again asked for your opinion. "Okay. So d'you think I'm good to go like this?" Giving you a little spin as he did, causing the long red dress to swish dramatically round his ankles.

"Definitely," you told him, truthfully. Randall really looking like a million bucks. The heels, jewelry and makeup really adding to the overall effect. Causing his beautiful blue eyes and deliciously plump lips to pop. Forget dinner party, he would look more at home on a red carpet right now - the words glamorous and sophisticated not quite covering it. In fact, so amazing did he look, you were actually having a hard time focusing on anything else. Feeling unbelievably jealous once again that you weren't going to be the one spending the night with him like this. Really wishing that you could.

"Cool. Well I'd better get heading then," Randall told you as he looked over at the clock - it now being around twenty-five to six. "Cole's meant to be picking me up outside."

With the heels on, he now had a distinct advantage in height as he then glided past you and out the door, with you following eagerly behind. "You're welcome to stay though," he continued, "If you want that is. I'd rather not be at this thing any longer than I really have to, so hopefully I shouldn't be back too late." Adding then that he doubted tonight's crowd would be in any way similar to the one in the club,"...seeing how most of them will probably be in their 50's and shit."

It did indeed seem from his description that this was going to be a much different affair. Randall having no allusions whatsoever that he'd actually be having any fun. Resigning to the fact that he'd be doing nothing but kissing ass, talking business and trying to keep Cole from creeping all over him - all three of these things he got enough of during the day.

"Yeah, I can imagine," you said, no longer doubting anything that went on in that office anymore. Not after having seen some of it for yourself.

"Anyway, I'll leave it up to you," he told you - in reference to whether you were going to stay or not - grabbing his handbag from the kitchen counter where you'd left it. "I'd better run. I don't want that pervy bastard coming up here again. Barely got rid of him the last time."

Although you chuckled a bit, you couldn't help feeling sorry for your friend (as well as rather jealous of Cole), as you watched him grab his coat and head out the door. Calling out after him as you bade him farewell, "I hope it's not too boring!"

"You and me both!" he replied, just as the door closed shut behind him. Leaving you alone again once more.

Shit. What am I gonna do now? you asked yourself, having had no real plans when you'd got here. Assuming that Randall would be out and you would just kill a little time playing one of his new XBox games until it was time to head home. Now though, after all that, you felt kind of deflated. Watching Randall prancing around in lingerie having been so much better than playing games ever would. And as infuriating as it was arousing, there was a part of you that very much wanted to stick around to see him return. Holding out perhaps for even more of a revealing peek behind the curtain - even though you very much doubted that would ever actually happen.

Deciding to stick it out anyway - having nothing better to do with your evening - you called up your parents and told them of your plans, figuring that you could hang out in the morning anyway. They were fine with it as per usual, but they did want your assurance that it was okay with Randall as well. Assuring them then that it was, you set about raiding the fridge for something to eat, before turning your attention to one of his games while you waited for him to return. Not wanting to give into the temptation of going through his stuff again - now that the opportunity had once again presented itself.

You managed to both restrain and amuse yourself with other things fortunately, and as promised - just after eleven o'clock - Randall did return home slightly earlier than last time. The sound of the door opening causing you to bolt upright on the couch, having nearly fallen asleep waiting.

"Oh... Oh, hey, dude. Welcome back," you greeted him, rubbing at your eyes and letting out a yawn.

"Hey," he replied, looking slightly sheepish as he stepped inside and hung up his coat.

"How did it go? Not great by the looks of things..."

Being rather non committal and giving you a shrug, he said, "It was okay. You know... pretty dull as expected."

You'd been admittedly looking for a little more of an answer than this, certain that even if it had been as lame as he'd been expecting, he'd at least have one or two good stories to tell. Guys tripping over themselves because of how good he looked, or perhaps even a little glimpse into the bitchiness of high society women. You got none of this though, Randall appearing rather distracted as he placed his handbag down and took off his heels.

"I'm actually pretty worn out, truth be told. You know, all that work crap and stuff. I might just head to bed if that's okay with you."

"Uh, yeah... Sure," you responded. Feeling a little disappointed by this - especially as you had been sitting here for nearly five hours waiting for him to return. But you didn't want to begrudge him an early night. "No problem."

Still, there was something slightly off about how he was acting, truth be told, and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. "You sure you're okay, dude?"

"Yeah... I'm fine. I'm just tired is all," he assured you. Telling you then to "Help yourself to whatever you want and I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Well night then," you said, barely even having time to ogle that glorious red dress that encased his body before he disappeared through the hallway door. Clearly not being in the mood to chat any longer.

This really wasn't like him. You'd seen him both tired and worn out before and he usually still found the energy from somehow to make a few jokes or complain about his day. He was never as quiet as this. Maybe it's some sort of woman's thing or something, you though, recalling the tampons you'd seen in his handbag earlier - having not really thought much about that particular aspect since he'd briefly mentioned it the last time. Aware though that it came calling once a month, and this could well be what it was. Eugh. Poor bastard. Rather him than me.

You didn't particularly want to dwell on this though though, and shaking it from your head, you turned your attention back to the TV that was still blaring away. Hoping that Randall might be a little bit livelier tomorrow...