Scene 10

Scene 10

Doing what he could to focus on the now instead of what was to come, Greg sat with his legs pressed together and his hands folded in his lap as he sat waiting for the car ride to be over. Sitting there he could feel the pull of the straps on his bra and stockings, both things constantly reminding him of how he looked. The cool air from the vehicle's air condition ran across his nylon covered legs. Without the stockings he might have been cold, but the feeling of the air blowing across his hairless legs was just another feeling he wished he never had to experience.

Shifting his gaze over to Marcus, Greg took his friend again. The clothes he was wearing didn’t look wrinkled, in fact they looked like they had just gotten back from being dry cleaned and pressed. His hair was brushed back, and Greg was sure he smelled aftershave when they had been close. Marcus was torturing him, yet he looked happier than he had seen him in a while. “Marcus, is tonight going to be enough? I mean…” Greg looked away from the young man driving the car and down at his lap, looking at the long glossy nails on his fingers, too afraid to mention what acts were to be performed.

Giving a sideways glance to the beautiful girl next to him, Marcus reached over and took her hand in his own, happy Genna didn’t try to pull away. “My love, you look so gorgeous tonight that it makes me look forward to a thousand more dates at your side, but the truth is tonight might be our last date.” While he was paying attention to the road he could see from the corner of his eye that Genna had looked up from her lap and back to him. “You are my loving girlfriend right?”

Greg felt the light squeeze to his hand that accompanied the question. He was to be playing the role of a love sick girlfriend, so only a positive answer would suffice. “Of course I do.”

“Would you mind telling me, you can use your nickname for me. I like hearing it from you Genna.” Being called Marky was a way that Greg poked at him, teasing him, but coming from the soft sultry voice of Genna he imagined if she moved her red lips near his ear and said just the nickname he would get goose bumps.

“You are being silly, you know I love you Marky.” It is just words, it is just words, you are just saying what you have to in order to get by, Greg told himself.

“Then what you do, or more specifically how you do will determine if you continue to be by my side. Let’s put a pin in this conversation, we are here.” Marcus said, taking his hand back from his feminized friend as he pulled into the driveway and up to the valet parking. He had no real intention of making Genna give him a blowjob, but over the course of the week he couldn’t get the idea of her doing it out of his mind.

The valet opened the car door for Greg and offered his hand to help him out of the vehicle. Being treated as the fairer sex felt odd, not odd like having his feet arched in the expensive high heels, odd in a good way. No opens doors or even really holds them for a guy, it was like others were inviting him in, instead of tolerating his presence. The cost for that treatment was too high, but he could at least acknowledge one of the benefits that came from looking the way he did.

As they walked inside Greg felt his friend’s hand on the small of his back, guiding him like he wasn’t capable of following the waiter on his own. He couldn’t pull away, that isn’t what Genna would do, so instead as they were shown the table he leaned his shoulder lightly into his companion before leaning up and giving him a peck on his cheek, leaving a red imprint of his lips behind. “Oh look what I did.” Greg licked the pad of his thumb and wiped away the lipstick mark before taking his seat that the waiter was holding out for him.

Sitting down himself Marcus lightly touched his cheek where Genna had rubbed off her lipstick. He watched her remove a compact from her purse to check her makeup and repair her lipstick. It was one of the most femimine acts he thought a girl could do and he enjoyed watching her do it. This entire evening so far she had been smiling, even as she tried to get out of the deal, she still smiled. His friend was always a good con man, but considering how effortless it looked for Greg to be Genna he wondered how much his friend was enjoying the role.

“Marcus, this place is really expensive! You work at a grocery store, you can’t afford this place!” The menu showed that if he wanted wine pairing with your meal it would cost an extra fifty dollars, that wasn’t including the price of the wine. It was just the cost for them to choose the wine to go with a meal. Greg had been to places like this numerous times, not recently with money being tight and definitely not on a date.

Reaching across the table Marcus put his hand atop his friends, running his thumb across her index finger. “Relax, I can afford this for tonight. I can’t always take you out to places like this, but when I can I will. You deserve to be treated like a princess.”

Skipping over the lovey dovey answer, Greg wanted to know how his friend that made around twelve dollars an hour could suddenly have the cash for a place like this. He always complained about how his parents wouldn’t give him any money, how he had to pay for his own car and insurance and now suddenly could drop… Greg looked over the pricing on the menu again, drop two hundred dollars for them to eat here before tipping. “How though?”

“How? Well taking you to places like this, maybe taking you out to buy a dress. Massaging your feet after walking around in those sexy heels for me and doing my best for you to know how much I appreciate you being in my life.”

“Aww, that is sweet of you to say Marky, but I meant how are you affording this. We can’t exactly dine and dash, I can’t run in these shoes.” A foot massage would really feel wonderful, Greg added mentally.

“A few ways actually. I pulled money from my savings account, it was going to be for school books for the upcoming semester… Oh oh Genna I forgot to tell you. I signed up for classes at the community college for the upcoming year. I figure it will be cheaper this way and I can transfer to a bigger school after I earn my two year degree.” Greg could see his friend light up talking about college, but they had talked about going out of state for years to get away from their parents' control.

“What happened to going out of state? Now wait, we are getting off topic.” That was big news and he couldn’t believe Marcus would take money out of his college fund for a date just because community college was cheaper. Marcus was supposed to be the responsible one.

“Yeah, well I actually took the money out for the down payment for our cruise. If you recall Brandi said she would pay for the cruise if I could come up with the down payment. Turns out she just wanted to see me come up with the money, she didn’t actually want any of it. She told me to use the money to celebrate with you, because she was purchasing the tickets for an Alaskan Cruise. Tomorrow when we are with her we get to pick out the excursions we want to go on. Isn’t that great news!?”

“The cruise? Alaska!?” They were supposed to be going to the islands, fun in the sun with girls, not some frigid place with bears and moose.

“Just imagine us cuddled up in a blanket together looking up at the stars and seeing the aurora borealis.”

“Wait, you plan to go on the cruise as a couple?” Greg tried to mentally hit the brakes, this was a chance to cut loose and pick up girls, he couldn’t expect all of this to be still going on when the cruise happened.

“Well the cruise is in two weeks, we will fly out to Seattle and then board from there. It will be romantic and I couldn’t be happier sharing it with you Genna. Though there is a downside.”

“Oh, just one one?” Greg gave a nervous laugh.

“Brandi will be coming along, though she isn’t going to get a room next to ours, she wants us to have our privacy. We will see her for some meals and on some of the excursions, honestly spending time with your Grandma is a tiny price to pay for a free vacation.” Having someone that looked and acted like Genna at his side for a cruise sounded fun, but when he pulled the money out of his account he was thinking it would be as friends again, till Brandi said she was coming along.

Greg blinked a few times, feeling the weight of his mascara covered lashes. It wouldn’t matter if this girlfriend, boyfriend thing was over or not, if she was coming along he would still have to be Genna and there would be no hope of scoring with some hot chicks. “Well that is a lot of news for one day. I hope your week wasn’t full of events like that. Not sure how much more good news I can take.”

“Well there is a bit more, not sure if I should tell you or not. I think Brandi wanted to talk about some of it tomorrow.” Marcus knew some of the other things Brandi was talking about wouldn’t go over well with his friend, but she seemed to be more thinking out loud than saying that it was going to happen.

“Tell me.” Greg said, looking Marcus in the eye, wanting to hear what other horrible news he had to tell him before dinner.

“I may have accepted an offer she gave me, it was just too good to pass up. When I told her I was staying local because I was paying for college myself, she well… She went on about how nice it was to hear about a responsible young man.” Marcus smiled, remembering the compliment. In reality his parents had put away a good amount of money for his college education, but if he didn’t spend it all on school he could spend it however he wanted.

“You are responsible sweetheart, but what else?” Greg tried to sound sweet when he was actually feeling annoyed at how Marcus was dragging this out and how he seemed to be having conversations with his Grandma without him around.

“Oh yeah, yeah, umm hold on.” Marcus said as the waiter came up to the table.

The waiter was a young man older than them, maybe mid twenties. “Could I get you started on something to drink this evening?”

“Sadly we are too young to have wine, but I’m going to have a coke tonight and Genna would like some ice water with lemon please.” The smile didn’t falter on Greg’s face, it was mostly a constant after his mother followed through on her threats to rinse his mouth out with soap if he didn’t keep smiling like a pretty young girl should. At first it literally pained his cheeks, but now it was just his default facial expression. So the smile stayed as he stared daggers at his friend, he wanted a coke or maybe a rootbeer, not ice water with lemon.

“I will get those right away.” The waiter turned to leave when he halted as Marcus called him back. “Actually we are ready to order, though I would appreciate it if you could slow walk it to our table. We would like some more time to chat and to spend some time on the dance floor.” Marcus said glancing over to the open ballroom area, the live orchestra was taking a break, but still music was played over the speakers.

“I am going to have the braised lamb, it looks so good and my lovely date is going to have the Saffron, potatoes and green bean salad.” Greg did not want a salad, he had been practically starved all week. He was not a fan of being ordered for or the fact that Marcus ordered a salad that cost more than the lamb thanks to the saffron. It was not what he would have ordered, even if the idea of eating potatoes already had his mouth watering a little.

“Marky, that is way too expensive.” Greg said after the waiter had left the table.

“Genna it is fine, I can afford it and besides you can make it up to me later if you like.” He said with a wink knowing the if you like portion wouldn’t apply. “In fact you can make it up to me a little right now.”

To Marcus it looked like Genna’s large beautiful eyes grew several times. He could tell she was freaking out, her gaze went to the table, her fingers touching the white tablecloth that only went a few inches below the table's rim. “I like how you think, but I meant it was time for us to have our first dance.”

Rising from the table Marcus stepped over to Genna and held out his hand, giving her something to brace herself against as she stood up in her heels. With them on she went from five foot eight to just over six foot one, making her about three inches taller than him. He wasn’t a ladies man by any means, but he had heard how girls don’t like wearing heels that will make them taller than their date. He was extremely happy Genna didn’t subscribe to that way of thinking, she looked incredible in her heels.

Still holding Genna’s hand he made his way out to the center of the dance floor, only one other couple, an elderly pair, was out swaying to the music. Moving one hand to Genna’s hip and keeping one in her hand Marcus started to dance. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he did know he was enjoying the fact that Genna had to look away and blushed as he looked at her smiling. I wish he would stop looking at me like that, it freaks me out! Greg thought to himself as he averted his eyes. While Marcus thought more about how Greg was enjoying being Genna.

“So…” Greg said to break the silence as he swayed to the soft music, to try and make things feel less awkward. “Can you continue what you were saying?”

“I think you just enjoy listening to the sound of my voice as much as I enjoy listening to yours.” Marcus said flirting with his date. “Where did I leave off?”

That annoyance from before raised its ugly head again inside of Greg, he was sure Marcus was aware of where he left off. “You were saying how my Grandmother complimented you on being responsible.”

“Aww yes, Brandi was saying how nice it was that such a level headed young man was in the life of her granddaughter. “ He gave a smirk and a little wink to Genna before he continued.

“She offered me two things, saying how it wasn’t right for someone like me to not have the college experience of being out on my own and how it spoke well of me to be working hard even at a low end job, but it also reflected badly back on her that her granddaughter was dating someone that worked at a grocery store.”

“Compliment with an insult, that sounds like something both her and my mother would say. Looks like it worked out great for you, can’t get a girlfriend so you **** me.” Greg said before glancing down at his feet to make sure he didn’t step on Marcus’s toes for the third time as they moved.

“I don’t think it came from a place of malice, she is a nice woman.” Marcus ignored the barb the best he could, though the mental disconnect of saying can’t get a girlfriend, and ignoring the fact he wasn’t dating Holly right now because of Genna’s actions was tough to swallow down.

“You don’t know her like I do. She will smile at you as she chops off your legs saying how it will benefit you to be shorter.”

“Genna that isn’t nice to say, Brandi has been nothing but sweet and caring towards you and I. In fact she offered to get me a paid internship where one of her friends owns a piece of a company. It isn’t some cushy executive job or make it so I can afford a BMW, but it will be a lot better than where I am now, and… she also offered to let me stay in her pool house.”

“Her pool house? You do know she isn’t talking about some shed, her pool house is a two bedroom house that happens to be next to her pool. You can’t accept that offer, what are you going to do when…”

“Hold on there Genna, I have already accepted the offer. She made it sound like a package deal and while she may also be doing this to keep you closer. If we break up and talk about how we left it on good terms or even if it was something you did. Then I doubt she would kick me out, I mean you are going to get what, Millions? Or even inherit her mansion when she is gone. The least you can do is let me have a nice place to stay and a decent job. Right?”

Greg hadn’t really considered much of the inheritance portain of the scheme, just the money for college, money for the car he wanted. He was sure his mother thought of all that, but for the first time he could imagine walking into her massive cold home and asking a butler to go get him a beer while he picked from a few sexy maids to spend his time with. He doubted she had any sexy maids working the property now, but he could change that when he got control of her fortune. “Yeah, yeah, oh you can keep your decent job and little pool house. The future is mine.” Greg said with a genuine smile that showed his teeth that had been whitened at the salon.

“It will be ours, my love.” Marcus said, correcting her and wanting to lay it on extra thick after that last barb.

“Oh, of course my love, it will be ours.” Greg didn’t let what he said ruin the moment. He swayed in Marcus’s arms thinking about starting a car collection when the old lady passed on.

“Ours.” Marcus said again, more softly this time more for himself as he thought of what he didn’t tell Genna. How Brandi was thinking about having Genna and her mom move into her mansion so that its halls would be full of laughter and love again and in return she would solve her daughter in laws financial troubles. Marcus didn’t know if that would really happen, but if it did then Genna would be around a lot longer than anyone thought.