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“Have a wonderful day Brandi, it was a pleasure to see you again! Cynthia waved her hand a few more times in the air as she watched the driver help her mother in law into the back seat of her car. Closing the door she flipped the lock and turned to look at her disguised son behind her and his friend.

Soon as the door closed Greg pulled his hand away from Marcus, before moving to sit on the couch. The smile slipped from his face, and just for a second he mentally debated what was more sore his face from constantly having to smile all week because that is what a pretty girl does (or so his mother kept saying) or his feet from having to wear heels. Slipping his feet from the incredibly high shoes he began to rub them, feeling instant relief from the tension from wearing the shoes he would have found sexy if they weren’t on himself.

“Now that she is gone we can drop the act and you…” Cynthia pointed at Marcus who still had the smug smile on his face that he had worn all day. “You young man are going to tell me what you think you were doing here. I told you if you interfered there would be hell to pay.”

“Relax Mom, I asked him before if he wanted to help out, but he was being a stick in the mud. Though Marky went a little too far with the act… and you could have told me what you were going to do man. That could have gone bad if I didn’t play along. And that line, play along or else. Of course I was going to play along, you didn’t leave me much of a choice man.”

Looking over at her son who was sitting with his legs crossed like she had taught him as he rubbed one of his feet. “I told you not to call me Marky.” Marcus glowered at his way too pretty friend.

Greg smirked, batting his mascara covered eyes. “Aww is that anyway to talk to your girlfriend.” He said before starting to laugh hard enough that he felt the need to hold his sides. Having to wear makeup, dresses, a really uncomfortable corset and heels was horrible, but at least he still could have a good laugh at his friend. Though the corset did make laughing more difficult. The way his mom was standing told him she wasn’t nearly as amused.

“Marcus, tell me exactly what you are doing here and what you are trying to get. If you ruin this for us so help me I will use what power I have to ruin your life. You were warned before and if you don’t think I can do anything to you just imagine if I made a few phone calls and suddenly not one, but both of your parents lost their jobs.” She wasn’t sure she could get either of them fired, but Mega Corp had a lot of reach and she had made a lot of contacts over the years. This little welp had the potential to ruin everything. She needed the money to get herself out of the hole she was in financially.

Everyone around her level at Mega Corp had a financial background check run every year, to make sure no one with real influence was open to bribery and ****. No one had ever been fired, but she had seen more than a few people voluntarily leave the company when the house market crashed years ago, and she wasn’t going to be one of them. She wasn’t going to lose everything she had built because of one mistake, when it could all be rectified by taking advantage of a bitter old woman that had blamed her for her husband's ****. Jackson would never approve of what she was doing now, dressing their son like a young woman or using his mother’s failing mental state to their advantage, but if he had taken better care of himself, then he would still be here and none of this would be happening.

“Mom, listen. I already told you he is just trying to help… Well that and he scored us a vacation on a cruise line. How cool is that?! The two of us off on the ocean with babes in bikinis all around us. Man I wish I thought of that first, but wow, yeah. That is going to be so awesome!”

Glancing over to his friend, he could still only see Genna. She uncrossed her legs and then recrossed them the other way to rub her other foot, while she looked over at her mom with the biggest smile on her face. He knew it was Greg and not Genna, but it was hard to reconcile what he knew with what he saw and heard. He had a hard time thinking of that person as Greg, he wasn’t attracted to Greg. Greg was the person that deserved to be taken down a peg or two and so did his mother, but he had never stopped to consider what she could do to his parents. At most he thought how she could get him for trespassing before, but with the grandmother around and the story there was no way that could have happened. He was feeling suddenly unsure this was going to work. Would she call his bluff when he threatened to expose her? If she did, was he really willing to call the police on his friend and her. Greg had been a poor friend, but he still enjoyed hanging out with him.

If he did this his friend would go to jail, or at least they would go to court. That would stop them from getting anything from Brandi, but it would be him ruining two peoples lives. “Genna, he is capable of answering for himself.” Cynthia said, ignoring her son as she bore her eyes into the blonde haired young man in front of her.

“Are you going to answer me or should I just start making some phone calls?” She said, snapping her fingers to get the boy's attention. His smug grin had faded when she made her threat and knew now was the time to push. “Tell you what, if you apologize for sticking your nose in family business and then run along home. Promise to not mention this ever again, we can call it even. No lasting harm done, and it sounds like you will even get a cruise out of this. How does that sound?” A little stick with the apology, and little carrot with the cruise, the boy was going to fall over himself to keep things from spilling over to his parents, she thought.

Marcus blinked at Greg’s mom a few times, annoyed at her snapping at him like he was an animal. She was acting like she had all the cards, sure she could get his parents fired, but would that even hold up if she was going to court or jail for fraud? She wanted him to apologize when it was them that was trying to steal. Marcus shook his head slowly, a grimace forming on his face as he looked at Cynthia. “No.” He said in a firmer voice than he really felt.

“I am being more than fair with you young man.” Cynthia said, taking a step closer to Marcus and poking her long nailed index finger into his chest. He was still about an inch taller than her, even in her three inch heels, but she had torn down much bigger men than him back in her office.

“I said no… I’m not going to do that. In fact not only will I not be apologizing. The two of you are going to do what I say or else I will give Grandma Brandi a call about how she actually has a grandson, not a granddaughter.”

“Hey Marky, that isn’t cool man. My Mom wasn’t really going to do anything to your parents. Right Mom?” It had been a long time since his mom was hard on him and controlling, this last week she made up for all the years of letting him do what he wanted with the walking lessons, talking lessons, how to move his hands, to always smile and so much more, but everyone was going to get what they wanted. She just needed to chill out.

“She sounded serious to me, Genna.” Marcus didn’t look away from the older woman as he talked to his friend. Cynthia staring the young man in the eye, knowing prolonged eye contact made people feel uncomfortable.

“Brandi knows she has a granddaughter, the two of them spent the morning talking in her room and then she saw the two of you acting like a couple this afternoon. Somehow I doubt she is going to believe you, especially if I let her know the two of you had a bad breakup.” Cynthia smiled wickedly at the boy, knowing she had him where she wanted him.

Moving his tongue around in his mouth Marcus felt like he needed a drink with how dry his mouth was. He wasn’t good at this, if he was good at standing up for himself Greg wouldn’t have been able to push him around for so many years. “What about the police? Fraud is a crime last time I checked.”

It was Cynthia that broke eye contact first as she stepped back, feeling like the word police was a physical slap to the face. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Marcus still wasn’t sure if he really had it in him to make that call, but he needed her to believe that he did. Instead of saying anything he just raised his eyebrow as he looked at her, not trusting his voice.

“The cops? Marky you are supposed to be the sane one, stop talking nonsense. Mom, you are only provoking him. Can we all just please stop all of this?” Greg stopped rubbing his sore feet, slipping them back into his heels to stand up. Greg has been told more than once over the course of the week to not walk in the house barefoot, and didn’t even consider that he put the heels back on to just step a few feet. He was about to walk between them, but stopped when he saw the glare his mom gave him.

“Genna sit back down and stop talking.” Cynthia said in a harsh voice, suddenly very worried. “Marcus, what do you want or should I say how much?” She didn’t want to dance around the matter, just cut right to the heart of it. If this was about morals he wouldn’t have inserted himself into the party today and that left only money. He wanted a piece of the pie, but wanted to do it while acting like he was morally superior.

“I wanted to date Holly.”

“Who is Holly?” She asked, giving a glare to her son to stop him from talking. Over this last week she had washed his mouth out with soap a dozen times, used her hairbrush on his rear almost as many and used the threat of both many more times. She had gotten into the habit of calling him Genna, something easy to do when he looked the way he did. She didn’t get enjoyment out of punishing him, but it was nice to have a well behaved child again.

“Holly, was my girlfriend until Greg played a prank that caused her to break up with me. Holly was the type of girl that enjoyed going down on her boyfriend, and Greg couldn’t help himself or because he was jealous of the time I was spending with her... Well, I lost Holly because of Greg, so Genna can take her place as my girlfriend.”

Greg’s eyes widened in surprise and horror at what he had just heard. “The fuck?”

“You are doing this because you want a blow job?” Cynthia threw her head back and laughed, some of the anger leaving her. He was just a horny teenager, sick that he would want her son to do that. Genna was definitely pretty enough to garner attention, but Marcus had to have been hard up to think of his friend that way with how long they had known each other. Though it would make sense if Marcus was in the closet about being gay.

“No, I just want a girlfriend.” Marcus felt his member twitch a little in his boxers thinking about Genna on her knees in front of him like Holly once had. Genna was beautiful and spending time with her would be a lot better than with Greg and it would have the added bonus of taking his old friend down a pep.

“Here let me show you something.” Cynthia moved over to her purse, fully ignoring the young man’s rebuttal and pulled out her work phone and moving to some photos she had saved. “See her?”

On the phone was a top heavy redheaded woman in a long black pencil skirt, tiny red belt, a tight white blouse that looked like if she moved the wrong way was going to bust a button. She was fixing the tie of an older large man, while she had one of her feet that were perched in six inch patent red heels popped back. She was a sexy woman, the image looked like she was about to kiss the man with her glossy red lips before going down on him. It looked like an image from some porno he hadn’t seen. “That is my Jodie Applegate, my new secretary. I could easily find a reason for her to come over. She is the type of bimbo that would probably start sucking your dick before you introduce yourself to her if you had your dick out already. How about I give her a ring and the two of you can get acquainted and I would imagine it wouldn’t be hard to convince her to come around from time to time.”

Shifting in his seat to look at the phone Greg saw the sexy woman his mom was talking about. He had heard her talking to people about the bimbo she hired to distract clients, but this was the first time he had seen a picture of her. “Can.. can I get to know her too?” He asked, forgetting completely about what his friend had just said as he thought about that sexy creature crawling between his legs, his imagination going wild at the idea of her lips around his manhood. He immediately felt his dick start to come to life, but had nowhere to go tucked between his legs, secured in the soft panties.

Marcus couldn’t help, but lick his lips looking at the woman as he thought about the offer. He wanted to say yes, but doing so would put her in the position of power again. Greg and her would continue to think they could just get away with whatever they wanted. The offer was more than tempting, but he had to refuse. “That girl, Jodie. She is hot, like wow.”

“I will give her a call for you then, the impression I get from her is she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.” Men are always thinking with their dicks, she thought with a smile.

“No, I will be dating Genna, I don’t want you to call your secretary. Or… you could call this whole scam of yours off.” Marcus tightened one of his hands into a fist as he tried to keep himself focused on the goal, even while his stomach felt like it was moving around like a tiny boat in rough seas. If he was thinking with his groin instead of his head he would have jumped at the chance to spend time with that twenty something sexy woman.

“Oh no I’m not!” Greg cried out, baffled by what he had just heard. Wondering what the fuck his friend was playing at. Was he actually trying to get more money and play a prank on him at the same time?

“Genna we are talking about you, not to you. If you can’t keep your mouth shut you will get a bar of soap in your mouth and be sent to your room.”

“But that isn’t even…” His voice trailed off as the vivid memory of burping up a soap bubble as he laid in bed the other night came to mind.

“Look, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t throw around threats and then demand my son give you a blow job. If this is because you are gay and think this would be okay because he is wearing a dress, then I have news for you.”

“Cynthia, can I call you Cynthia?” She had offered to buy him off, with an offer he really wasn’t sure he should have turned down, but her doing that told him she did believe he would go through with calling the police. “I can demand whatever I want, but I didn’t say anything about Genna blowing me. You are a very attractive woman and keeping talking about blow jobs. If I told you to get on your knees and blow me right here while Genna watched, then you would have to do it. If I said I was going to sit on the couch while you and Genna worshiped my cock, then that is what you would do, but that isn’t what I’m saying. Genna and I are going to be dating, that is what I’m saying. Or… again you can stop everything.”

Marcus wasn’t sure where any of this was coming from, but pushed on. “Your daughter, Genna is going to be my loving and adoring girlfriend so long as you are going ahead with your little scheme.”

Greg’s jaw just hung open as he sat and listened to his friend. He had never heard Marcus act so in command before. Sure he put up some resistance when he pushed him to do things, but he never acted like this and considering what he wanted it made him feel very nervous.

Clenching her jaw Cynthia looked at the young man over again, she had misjudged him in the worst way. She had judged him in a way that made herself and her son ****. Greg had been put through a lot with how she was manipulating him, but she was easily able to justify it as they were both getting things they wanted out of the deal. Taking a few deep breaths Cynthia walked over to her kitchen table to put down her phone and give her a second to think.

This was bad, but mostly for her son. Brandi was fully on board with them being a couple and if Marcus got what he wanted, she would still get what she was after. Having her son act like a prostitute wasn’t ideal, but with the money she could afford to send him to therapy. “What if I offered myself, and I don’t just mean giving you a blow job.” She was older and had lost a few steps, but she still had enough curves that she saw men paying her attention. Heck if he slept with her instead maybe she would find his youthful vigor exciting in the bedroom. It would be a win, win situation that way and save her boy.

“If you want to be involved you can teach Genna how to be good in bed. Think of it as a mother daughter bonding experience.” The woman had nothing but sex on the mind, and considering how embarrassed he was when his parents wanted to talk about the bird and the bees, he could only imagine the humiliation Greg would go through if she told him how to please a man.

“Okay.” Cynthia said in a flat voice, not enjoying being rejected so out of hand. “Thanks to your meddlings, Greg will have to stay as Genna till after going to the yacht club. After that Genna won’t need to be around anymore. So the act will be over so will whatever this is that you want to get your rocks off.”

“If she is good enough by then.” Marcus moved his stance so he could see both Cynthia and Genna at the same time. Genna looked confused and worried, her eyes wide somehow made her look even more attractive to him.

“What do you mean good enough? What, you want Genna to be better than your floozy ex-girlfriend at giving head?” Cynthia said, narrowing her eyes.

“You know what… sure.” Marcus said giving up on telling her he wasn’t trying to have sex with her fake daughter. “Here is how this is going to work. Genna is going to act like a love crazed girlfriend, always trying to touch me. When we are apart she will be texting me, sending me selfies, making sure I know how much she loves me. All of that can end soon as she is just as good, or better than Holly at giving blow jobs. I mean using just her mouth to get me off in less than five minutes. As soon as she can do that… she is free to live her life. I would imagine with some help from you she could be good enough to end this before the cruise Brandi is going to send us on. Otherwise Genna and I will be spending a lot of time in our cabin together.”

She was only really hearing what she wanted to hear, and making Greg panic about what he thought was going to happen could very well just be icing on the cake.

“No, stop it. I have heard enough! Mom why are you even entertaining this shit!? Marcus if you think this joke is funny, then you are way wrong man. Just tell us how much you want, my grandmother is loaded. Just say a number.” Greg said, waving his arms in the air like he was trying to chop the idea itself of this conversation away.

“Money isn’t what I am after. Either I’m getting a girlfriend again, or you can call the scam off.” It seemed like good leverage to get them to stop what they were doing to the nice old lady, but if they didn’t then at least Greg wouldn’t be getting away free like when he got picked up by the police for his prank.

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t stay quite Genna.” Cynthia crossed her arms. It didn't matter so much now, the negotiations were wrapping up. Not that she had won any ground, something that was going to bother her much more as time went on she was sure.

“Soap in my mouth would be a thousand times better than what he wants me to do. You are sick and mental if you think I am going to be telling you I love you and sending you selfies, let alone going down on you.“ It felt like his head was spinning, Greg couldn’t fathom Marcus’s angle here.

“Would you mind if I talked in private for a moment?” She needed to somehow convince her son, who she had dressed up like a girl, that it was in both of their best interests for him to date and give multiple blow jobs to his best friend, and if she didn’t not only would they not be getting the money, but they could both end up in jail.

“Sure go ahead, I will just go get myself a drink in the kitchen.” Soon as he was out of sight of the two Marcus let out a long breath and drooped his shoulders. He felt worn out from that conversation and couldn’t believe how it went. Taking his time to fill up a glass of water from the fridge he drank it down in a few gulps before walking back into the living room. Seeing Cynthia sitting on the couch with a scowl as she spoke to Genna in a soft enough voice that he couldn’t hear. Though considering the disgusted face on the young “girl’s” face, it was clear how it was going.

“So do you have an answer for me?” Marcus didn’t dare smile, he thought he was going to get his way, but what he was demanding really was weird. So if they came back with a no, he would try and settle for that redheaded girl blowing him. At least if she really wanted to, he wasn’t going to make some girl that was innocent go down on him if she didn’t want to. He didn’t really think he could call the police, and if they weren’t going to stop what they were doing, then he needed Cynthia to think he was bought off or she might make good on her threat about his parents.

“I ahh, I will be your girlfriend.” Greg said feeling defeated. His life suddenly felt like it was completely out of his control. His mom had explained to him if they didn’t go along with what Marcus wanted that they both could end up in prison and that if anyone even heard a rumor that he dressed up like a girl to commit fraud, then he could end up servicing much more than one person and for a lot longer of a time.