Bosom Bondage Buddies

by Brandy Dewinter

   

Chapter 14 - Pure Brandy

  

I reached my goal, finally, on the schedule we expected. Kelly told me to hurry home the following Friday. That afternoon would be the last time anyone would see Ran for a while. I was already well on my way to changing and had the wine-red lace-up-the-front corset in place when Kelly got home. It may not have gotten laced as tightly as Kelly usually did, but only because I didn't have as good a leverage. I was determined to maintain the standards we had set for Brandy even without Kelly in attendance.

"Good, you're almost ready," she said. Put on your denim skirt and the red lace blouse and I'll join you as soon as I can. We have an appointment in thirty minutes."

"Where?" I called to her as she went into the closet.

"You'll see," she grinned as she handed me her own corset to lace up the back. Soon she was squeezed down to her own optimal figure and went to finish changing. I completed my preparations, ending with the tight, shiny gloves I typically wore to disguise my hands. Kelly walked in as I was pulling these on and I saw a sly grin light her face.

"What are you smirking about?" I challenged.

"You'll see," she repeated, teasing.

One last check in the mirror and we were ready to go. By now, my swing in heels was so normal that I found myself sashaying even when dressed as Ran. I was going to have to do something about my dual life or Ran's reputation was history anyway. We walked out of the house and I saw Billie Jo leaning against her car door. She was dressed similarly, though she had decided on leather for her miniskirt. She waved and laughed as we moved closer, then opened the car door with a flourish.

"Your chariot awaits, Milady," she called.

Throwing a questioning glance at Kelly, who blandly ignored it, we crossed the small area of grass and were soon in Billie Jo's car.

"Where are we going?" I demanded again.

"You'll see," they said in unison, then dissolved into laughter.

In a few minutes I did see, as we pulled into a nail parlor parking lot.

"Don't you think she needs long, elegant fingernails?" Kelly asked Billie Jo.

"Certainly," Billie Jo replied.

"Okay," I said with an embarrassed flush. "I'll try it, but only if you do, too."

"Why do you think we came along?" Billie Jo said.

Soon we were seated before a manicurist who patiently described the various styles we could choose, explaining the difference between acrylic and fiberglass, built-on and pre-formed nail tips. Billie Jo wanted me to try long, curved, dragon lady nails, but Kelly held out for a straighter shape, though just as long. Again I agreed to anything that they would try also, which settled the question as Kelly said she just couldn't see herself as a dragon lady. In the end, we selected an expensive silk-wrap process. After all, this was the start of a very special vacation. They both insisted I go first, so I pulled off my gloves and extended my hands to the manicurist. She looked at me quizzically for a second, but I only raised one elegant eyebrow, daring her to make a comment. She blushed with embarrassment for having questioned the femininity of such a beautiful woman and proceeded to apply the nail forms. While my new nails were hardening on the forms the manicurist proceeded to Kelly and Billie Jo. We had our own little assembly line set up, with each step demonstrated first on me then applied to the others. Finally my nails were hardened and shaped, extending almost an inch past the ends of my fingers.

"What color polish would you like to use?" the manicurist asked.

"Oh," Kelly interjected, "I have her polish right here."

Kelly offered a deep, frosty red that matched the lipstick she had previously chosen for me. I looked at her with suspicion and her answering grin indicated that she had planned this for a long time. The manicurist quickly applied what would turn out to be the first of several coats of polish and had me place my nails in the dryer as she moved on to trim and finish Kelly and Billie Jo. Periodically she would test my nails and apply additional coats when they were ready. By the time she had the other two ready for polish my own nails were completely dry, with a hard, lustrous shine. I couldn't stop admiring the shape they gave my hands and the grace they gave my movements. Everything I did seemed to send a flash of color. The other two laughed at me as I waved my hands about, but they were clearly envious as well.

I reached to pick up the gloves I had worn in and laughed as my nails hit the table. The tough silk wrap protected them, but I wondered how long they would last as I gingerly took the gloves and then tried to open my purse. The long nails now seemed everywhere, interfering in everything I wanted to do. Taking a deep breath, I decided I would not let the inconvenience bother me. My hands looked gorgeous and I was proud. The other two cycled through the nail dryer, their polish matching the glossy colors of their own lipstick. When they were done, we all went sauntering out to the parking lot and fell off our tall heels into the car, giggling crazily at the intensely sensuous look of our hands, legs, and clothes.

"Where do you want to go eat?" Kelly asked, the sly smile back on her face.

"Oh, I'll thing of something," Billie Jo said with a too-casual nonchalance.

Their conspiratorial grins increased as we arrived at the same restaurant which had been the scene of Brandy's debut, though at first the parking valet did not recognize us since we were in Billie Jo's car. As we pulled up to the entryway, the valet hurried to my door on the passenger side. He opened it, then I swung my shining legs out of the car and offered him a glamorous hand for his assistance. His eyes bulged at the long smooth shape of my legs though he still obviously hadn't looked at my face. When he did, a broad grin broke out.

"Welcome back, Miss . . . ," he paused in invitation.

"Brandy," I said. "It's nice to be back."

Dropping my voice to a soft whisper, I continued, "Last time you said you'd take good care of me. I decided to take you up on that."

The intimacy implied by my soft comment reduced the poor guy to stammering incoherence, and the other girls had to get out of the car by themselves. I smiled with the look of cool amusement that had given me such fits when I was on the receiving end and waited patiently for him to let go of my hand. When Kelly and Billie Jo arrived by my side he seemed to come back to life and dropped my hand.

"Three of you," he breathed. "Wherever you come from, I'm immigrating."

"I don't know if you could pass the entrance requirements," I teased.

Shaking out my long hair, I ran my shining nails through it in a slow, sensual motion and then turned toward the door. The parking valet gulped and stared and the bulge in his pants looked positively painful. Billie Jo gasped as well, amazed at the power and poise I had just demonstrated.

"Shameless, simply shameless," I heard Kelly snicker. Billie Jo giggled in response, but she looked at me with more respect.

I let them catch up and whispered to them both, "I said I'd be pure Brandy, I never said I'd be a lady at all. If I were a real woman, I'd tease guys when I could be safe about it, so get used to it. Kelly's the angel, not me."

This time I went to the hostess myself and announced our need for a table. My soft, musical voice was the trigger for attention from the men in the area and I could see the local stud patrol forming. I wondered how they would sort out. As Ran, even before Kelly and I had married, I could never have approached such lovely, sensuous creatures in a bar. I had met Kelly first in a professional setting, at an investment seminar, and she had been well-dressed but not so blatantly sexual. She had come a long way in her own awareness of how beautiful she was and again I was glad to have met and captured her. Her angelic smile and bouncing vivacity added to that new sensual self-appreciation to make her seem like the perfect woman to spend your life with, which was actually exactly right.

Billie Jo had also been transformed. Before she had been in a shell, reserved and a bit severe. Now, the combination of her awakened awareness of her beauty plus her long-delayed understanding of what men were good for gave her a hunger for virile men which matched their hunger for sensuous women. The appraising glance with which she swept the room showed a willingness to meet a man more than halfway, but it would have to be a real man. The challenge in her look actually intimidated a few of the men (as it would have intimidated Ran), but it brought others to attention like bird dogs on a scent. Interestingly enough, the blatant studs with open shirts and chains were among those put off. They seemed to gravitate to the repressed women, the ice maidens, who would presumably be grateful for their attention. The real men with enough self-confidence to meet Billie Jo's challenge did not need to advertise so bluntly. It would take due care to shut down the arrogant, but finding a man with well-deserved pride was obviously Billie Jo's quest tonight.

I leaned over to Kelly and whispered, "Look at Billie Jo. That's a hunting look. I wonder if we'll have to find our own way home tonight, or if she'll loan us her keys. For sure, she doesn't intend to leave alone."

"Look who's talking!" Kelly gasped in wonder. "If anyone is on the hunt tonight, it's you. I really am going back to that parking lot guy with a Kleenex, though he's more likely to need it for the dribble at his pants than the drool at his mouth. You're terrible!"

"Really?" I questioned. "I'm not trying to be cheap, only seductive. I've been teased often enough to figure that it's inherent in femininity."

"No," she backed down, "actually you're doing fantastic and I wish I had your sophistication. From now on, I'm taking notes from you. You come across as definitely not cheap, not easy, but certainly possible. Exactly right for a single girl on the make, or an outrageous tease. Just be sure you're ready if some guy doesn't want to take no for an answer. Teasing like that gets women raped. It's not a valid excuse, but some types of men like to use it."

While we had been whispering, the stud patrol had begun the too-cool-to-rush shuffle in our direction. Perhaps it was because my memory had made him into something better than real, but none of those approaching seemed nearly as interesting as Dart Tanyon had been. Billie Jo seemed disappointed as well. I flattered myself with the thought that she had chosen to share her first man-woman sexual experience with me, even if I had been little more than an available tool. At least her standards were high enough to exclude these approaching would-be hunks. On the other hand, Kelly had again attracted a good-looking, likable type who had drawn her off for a few quiet words so smoothly I didn't know they were gone. As the other studs jockeyed for position, our table was called and I grabbed Kelly's arm and pulled her with us. Billie Jo and I laughed on the way to the table at her dismayed expression.

"What would you have done if you caught him?" I teased.

"Listen to you!" she giggled. "We might have had to find out just how silver your tongue is if one of those hunks had latched onto you."

The three of us were the focus of all the eyes in the room. I distinctly saw one overweight geek (about like I used to be, I supposed) edging a spoon to the side of his table. Choking down my mirth, I danced lightly to the other side of our group but Billie Jo had no idea what was going on until the spoon fell to the floor with a tiny ring just as we passed the table. The geek bent down to pick it up, clearly going for a beaver shot. We all laughed hilariously, which had him blushing furiously just as he deserved. At least I had never been that much of a geek.

"What do you suppose he would have done if he got a look at what I have up my skirt?" I asked innocently, which provoked fresh gales of laughter.

"If he had been in here the first night and you tried that little dance, you'd have ended up on your ass and everyone in the place would have known your secret," Kelly giggled.

"Don't remind me. I felt like I had a flaming arrow over my head saying 'Look at this clumsy fool!'"

"Well, he did get a look up my skirt," Billie Jo grinned, "and I have on a tiny g-string even more sheer than the one you guys gave me. He knows a secret you two don't even know yet."

"What's that," we chorused.

"I shaved this morning, all over. I'm as clean as a newborn baby down there."

"Ooh," Kelly gasped, "that'll bring your nipples up."

"Speak for yourself," I laughed as I poked her in her corseted ribs.

This set us all off uncontrollably. We were laughing so hard that the people at the tables around us began to grin as well. Our infectious laughter soon spread throughout our section of the restaurant (except for the geek's table) and in a few moments, the manager came by to see what was going on. The people at the first table he reached were laughing themselves by then. When he politely asked them what was so funny, they suddenly calmed and admitted that they didn't know, which set them off again. He chuckled with them and moved on, finally realizing that the epicenter of the mirth explosion in his restaurant was at our table.

"I'm glad to see you ladies are having such a good time," he began with a smile.

"Yes we are," I giggled, trying to get the others to calm down. "Your parking valet promised us you would."

"Would what?" he asked in confusion.

"Show us a good time," I responded with a wink.

The manager flushed, but I could see another tent pole forming.

"He said I would show you a good time?" he queried with a little annoyance.

"Well, actually, he said 'We'll show you a good time', but I figured if it was your restaurant then it fell to you to make good on any commitments made by the staff," I explained, almost able to get through that whole outrageous statement without snickering.

The manager was a good-enough looking guy, fit and trim. He probably didn't have much trouble finding women, though he had no wedding ring. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to decide whether to encourage this flirtation. He looked at Billie Jo and Kelly, who were red in the face from laughing and were trying to appear innocent (an easy job for Kelly, but impossible for the hunting Billie Jo). Then I could see his expression change as he reached his decision, unfortunately.

"Well, Miss . . .," he paused.

"Brandy, Kelly, Billie Jo," we chorused in confusing counterpoint.

"Well ladies," he began again, not sure why this simple statement also threatened to set us to giggling again. "You've made my restaurant a happy place tonight. I'll have your waiter bring you drinks on the house. But please, try and keep it down. Some of the patrons come here to relax, not laugh so hard they hurt."

"Really?" Kelly questioned, "tell us who and we'll go cheer him up."

"Yep," I grinned. "I bet we could put a smile on his face."

"Just like yours," Billie Jo chimed in, pointing out the embarrassed grin worn by the manager.

He shook his head and moved off, but a few minutes later the waiter did come by with drink refills. We finished our meals and got ready to leave.

"Watch out for teetering spoons," I warned with a grin.

"Watch out yourself, I've got nothing to hide," Kelly retorted.

"Well, I guess I've got nothing left to hide," Billie Jo added.

"Right," I rounded out our little vaudeville act.

"No, left," Billie Jo repeated.

Those near enough to hear us grinned with us, watching in appreciation (if male) or envy (if female) as we strolled to the exit.

The valet had parked Billie Jo's car close to the entrance and as we approached he scurried to get it. In a moment was holding my door again, offering me his hand to steady the fall off my towering heels into the seat.

"Did you have a good time, tonight?" he asked.

"Not entirely," I pouted, though the twinkle in my eyes contradicted my full lips. "But the night is young," I continued with a wink. As he let go of my hand, I let a long nail scratch lightly at his palm. His gasp was enough to catch the other girls' attention. They looked at me with fake glares and then broke up laughing again.

"Shameless," Kelly admonished.

"Completely," Billie Jo confirmed.

I pretended to blush, but they both knew I wasn't sorry at all. The parking lot attendant carefully closed my door after I had swung my legs in. His blush was real, as was the reaction demonstrated in his pants. I wondered if he could even stand up straight. As we drove off I tossed my hair around so I could get a look at him, and saw him gently rubbing his palm where my nail had trailed across it.

  

  

  

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