Bosom Bondage Buddies

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 23 - Pure Brandy, True Life

  

The next morning I dressed in a midnight blue lace blouse and a snug leather mini while Kelly chose a cheerful ice-blue sundress. We climbed up on our impossibly high heels and swayed arm-in-arm out to meet Rocky who smiled in appreciation of our appearance. Kelly readily confirmed the relationship Rocky and I had defined the night before and we made plans for the day. Rocky was going to have to go back to the Pacific Northwest so we took him to brunch on the way to the airport. We laughed together at the envy in other men's eyes for Rocky and at the envy in other women's eyes for our looks and our massively masculine date. Finally we were at the airport, working to maintain the cheerful mood and avoid a tearful good-bye. Kelly and I placed matching lipstick marks on his cheeks before he went down the jetway, the difference in our lipstick shades demonstrating that two women had been involved, and I wondered who would be the first to let him know about them.

I sold Ran's pickup truck and bought a wine-red 300ZX convertible. That year I had to be Ran a couple of dozen times. The next year it was four and the one after that I was only Ran on my birthday when I went to renew my driver's license. Billie Jo's eyes glinted with amusement as she helped me personally, but the amusement now was not the coolness that promoted distance but a warm sharing of our secret. My birthday present from Kelly was a complete laser hair removal procedure for my face and body hair which eliminated the need for me to shave. It was pretty expensive, but I never had to worry about five-o'clock shadow again.

From somewhere Rocky obtained a Social Security card and certified birth certificate made out to Brandy R. Dewinter (rich people can accomplish amazing things) and I used these to become a formal partner at Ran's investment firm. I pay taxes, for goodness sake. The staff quit worrying about it after a few visits from Ran to convince them he really wanted to work at home. My business keeps expanding and I make a lot of money for my clients, though they think my recluse brother does all the analysis. The word quickly got around the up-scale men's clubs that Brandy Dewinter was the best investment counselor around. I don't know if it's true but I don't think they care as long as I give them lots of personal attention and they keep making money. Rocky gradually moved more and more of his investments to my firm, which gives us lots of good excuses to get together.

Kelly and I take a cruise on one of Rocky's ships two or three times a year and he joins us when he can. We always have use of the owner's cabin and wonderful care from the staff who really like Rocky's ladies. I don't suppose it hurts his reputation to have two beautiful women in his bed whenever we visit and while we sometimes flirt with other men on the ship, our commitment to Rocky keeps anything from going too far. I also meet him alone somewhere for a long weekend every month or so which gives Kelly an opportunity to use my absence for her own variety interests with Billie Jo.

We three ladies have become a hit at the restaurants and clubs in the area. One year when Billie Jo's birthday rolled around we had her handcuffed and up on stage at the stripper club, but she didn't even try to play hard to get. Her burning hunger for the stripper playing the cop was so powerful that every woman in the place must have been flowing with juices. I know I didn't dare stand up for a while. Kelly threatened us with all manner of dire consequences if we ever do that to her but it's just a matter of time and she knows it. Billie Jo and I are sure she really wants it but we're working on a surprise approach. We may make Kelly a fake license and slip it in her purse so we can get her a birthday show when she doesn't expect it.

After a few months when we heard nothing from Dart Tanyon, I figured he had left our life forever, until one year when I got a photo Christmas card from a family I didn't recognize. A beaming, portly man was surrounded by a nice-looking woman with light-brown hair, a boy with a mischievous grin and a beautiful little girl with long dark hair. Inside was a note.

"Dear Brandy, I wanted you to know that I turned my life around after that night. I had never understood how ugly a thing a bully is until then. Candy and I went away until the dye wore off and somewhere during that time we realized that we ought to stay together and we got married. I've never been happier. If you ever see that big guy who helped you, tell him he was right. Thanks to you both."

It was signed, "Mr. and Mrs. Roger Tanyon, Dart and Brandy."

There was a post script as well. "By the way, we kept the clothes. Candy thinks they're fun and I have to admit I do, too. Our life is never dull. Thanks for opening my eyes to that particular experience as well. Our best wishes will always be with you, Brandy, the most beautiful lady we ever met."

I wonder if I should write to him with a terrific weight-loss plan I know about.

 

THE END(?)

This is where I first ended the story. Later, I decided to pick it up again. This chapter is replaced by the first chapter of part 2, if you're interested in continuing.

  

  

  

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