the bedroom.
***
It’s taking me longer than usual to get ready. Davis is already showered, dressed and out of the bedroom. I’m moving a bit slowly. Dragging my feet on purpose? Still a bit pouty? I just don’t feel quite right, but decide to pull it together and get going.
I have a great little dress for the party that PJ picked out for me from costume storage. It’s a red flapper dress, but instead of the usual fringe, it has strips of fabric with jet beading. It swishes and sparkles. I also have amazing “underpinning s” as PJ calls them – red bra and panties with black polka dots and satin trim. Roll top stockings, too. Very authentic. I want to be fun and sexy from the inside out. I’m feeling pretty good about the outfit, and I’ve spent a long time on my makeup. Did my research online. Bright red structured lips with a perfect bow and smokey eyes. The only other time I wear this much make up is on stage. The final touch is a black bob wig. Chin length. Smooth, shiny and sassy. When I put it on I hardly recognize myself. I wonder what Davis will think. As I finish up, I hear the door bell ring. That will probably be Smitty.
***
Entering the living room through the French doors of Davis’ bedroom, I am met with a pre-party party. Smitty is being introduced to Kathleen. Davis has pulled a bottle of champagne out of a bucket of ice and is just pouring the first glass. He looks up as I come through the doors and has to quickly pull the bottle back, as he was pouring and not looking and almost overfilling the glass.
“Oops, shit,” he says, shaking some champagne off his hand and wiping it on the towel around the bottle. “Lizard? God, you look so different. I mean, good .. Great, like you, but different. And Jesus, HOT. Smokin’ hot.” He is effusive with his praise of my look, while at the same time not believing that it’s really me. “Smitty, Kath … doesn’t Biz look … Oh my God, HOT.”
I tease him because I’ve never seen him act this way before and I am getting a big kick out of it. “You said that already.”
“It bears repeating. HOT.” He is finally making his way over to me with a glass of champagne. Attired in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back like a 1920s gangster, I could say the same about him. HOT. When he gets right in front of me, he doesn’t touch me, just puts his forehead on mine and breathes out, “I am totally going to get to fuck a hot flapper tonight. The wait is going to be excruciating” – and then he bites his lip. He’s barely touching me and he is arousing all my senses. Jesus, now my little polka dotted panties are in flames. And we still have a party to go to.
Smitty interrupts our private discussion by clearing his throat, “Ahem. Other people in the room. You two are not alone. I apologize for them , Kathleen. It’s really embarrassing.”
“I think it’s great,” Kathleen comments. “I’m glad that Davis is so happy with Biz.” If it was hard to be mad at Kathleen before, it’s impossible now. I am beginning to understand why Davis minimized her coming. He probably figured I’d come around quickly. He was right.
Because Davis’ response to my outfit was so animated, I am only just now getting a look at Smitty and Kathleen. Standing next to each other they look almost like a couple. Smitty has round 20s-era tortoiseshell glasses on and his brown hair parted in the middle. He is wearing a tweed suit with contrasting vest and brown shoes with cream color spats. The only thing out of place, historically, is the expensive, modern digital camera hanging around his neck. Kathleen has on a green velvet dropped waist sleeveless dress with a long strand of black pearls tied in a knot near her waist. Her hair is in long sausage curls with a green velvet band across her forehead. Her
***
It’s taking me longer than usual to get ready. Davis is already showered, dressed and out of the bedroom. I’m moving a bit slowly. Dragging my feet on purpose? Still a bit pouty? I just don’t feel quite right, but decide to pull it together and get going.
I have a great little dress for the party that PJ picked out for me from costume storage. It’s a red flapper dress, but instead of the usual fringe, it has strips of fabric with jet beading. It swishes and sparkles. I also have amazing “underpinning s” as PJ calls them – red bra and panties with black polka dots and satin trim. Roll top stockings, too. Very authentic. I want to be fun and sexy from the inside out. I’m feeling pretty good about the outfit, and I’ve spent a long time on my makeup. Did my research online. Bright red structured lips with a perfect bow and smokey eyes. The only other time I wear this much make up is on stage. The final touch is a black bob wig. Chin length. Smooth, shiny and sassy. When I put it on I hardly recognize myself. I wonder what Davis will think. As I finish up, I hear the door bell ring. That will probably be Smitty.
***
Entering the living room through the French doors of Davis’ bedroom, I am met with a pre-party party. Smitty is being introduced to Kathleen. Davis has pulled a bottle of champagne out of a bucket of ice and is just pouring the first glass. He looks up as I come through the doors and has to quickly pull the bottle back, as he was pouring and not looking and almost overfilling the glass.
“Oops, shit,” he says, shaking some champagne off his hand and wiping it on the towel around the bottle. “Lizard? God, you look so different. I mean, good .. Great, like you, but different. And Jesus, HOT. Smokin’ hot.” He is effusive with his praise of my look, while at the same time not believing that it’s really me. “Smitty, Kath … doesn’t Biz look … Oh my God, HOT.”
I tease him because I’ve never seen him act this way before and I am getting a big kick out of it. “You said that already.”
“It bears repeating. HOT.” He is finally making his way over to me with a glass of champagne. Attired in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back like a 1920s gangster, I could say the same about him. HOT. When he gets right in front of me, he doesn’t touch me, just puts his forehead on mine and breathes out, “I am totally going to get to fuck a hot flapper tonight. The wait is going to be excruciating” – and then he bites his lip. He’s barely touching me and he is arousing all my senses. Jesus, now my little polka dotted panties are in flames. And we still have a party to go to.
Smitty interrupts our private discussion by clearing his throat, “Ahem. Other people in the room. You two are not alone. I apologize for them , Kathleen. It’s really embarrassing.”
“I think it’s great,” Kathleen comments. “I’m glad that Davis is so happy with Biz.” If it was hard to be mad at Kathleen before, it’s impossible now. I am beginning to understand why Davis minimized her coming. He probably figured I’d come around quickly. He was right.
Because Davis’ response to my outfit was so animated, I am only just now getting a look at Smitty and Kathleen. Standing next to each other they look almost like a couple. Smitty has round 20s-era tortoiseshell glasses on and his brown hair parted in the middle. He is wearing a tweed suit with contrasting vest and brown shoes with cream color spats. The only thing out of place, historically, is the expensive, modern digital camera hanging around his neck. Kathleen has on a green velvet dropped waist sleeveless dress with a long strand of black pearls tied in a knot near her waist. Her hair is in long sausage curls with a green velvet band across her forehead. Her
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