Clap Hands, Here Comes Rachel

by Rachel

  

Building Up the Inventory   or

Misery Loves Company

  

Stefani went through all the motions as the other girls. Rachel could see Stefani constantly shifting her entire body to maintain her balance under the influence of the four inched heels. Stefani fought to stand tall and grinned inwardly as she emitted a small smile. But she grinned inwardly as she felt the slight uplift of her breasts and the gentle swaying movement that she could impart to them as she moved. She could feel a tightness down in between her legs but noted the lack of anything dangling between her legs. It was something that made her stop short with a start but then again, she found herself giving thanks for The Kitty II. She felt somewhat awkward as she tried to take those long strides of the male but learned quickly that she was to take those short mincing steps. She amazed herself at how well she had learned to place one foot in front of the other which imparted that delightful wiggle to her ass. She found it easy to keep up the slow pace with the others as they paused from time to time to establish rapport with their admirers. And she put on all of her feminine charms whenever she was introduced to the males at the bar. And she found it so natural although she recognized that the only training she had was viewing the videos and observing the other girls. She was in that reckless abandon mode where she threw all caution to the wind and let her inhibitions go along with it. Way to go, Steffie.

They got the wave from the friendly bartender as Van perched herself on the second stool from the end, pointing to Stefani to take the first. And already, she could see Sam engaged with one of her admirers. Stefani gulped as she saw the two hands wrapped around her waist but then again, her jaws fell open as she saw that his hands were firmly planted on Sam's cheeks and oh my, she could even see his fingers flexing against the resilient flesh. Stefani tried not to stare as she lifted herself atop the bar stool, trying to look as though she had been there before. She toyed with the 'on the house' refreshment that the bartender had planted in front of her and sipped at it for lack of anything else to do with her hands. Van gave her a look that immediately caused her to cross her legs demurely and pull her skirt as far down as she could. Oh, you know how it is with those mini skirts. Van gave her the mental thumbs up sign and as she had predicted, the new girls on the block was indeed drawing flies.

Stefani got sort of a panic attack as she watched Van disappear on to the dance floor with an admirer leaving her sitting like the proverbial wall flower at the bar. But not to worry, not to worry. Stefani heard, "I watched you come in with Van and Sam, that dress looks absolutely gorgeous on you, baby, it really shows off your legs. It must be your first time here. Did they help you pick out that dress, it looks as though it is something that they would have worn themselves. Did you apply your own make-up, fix your own hair? And already Stefani could feel the hands coursing up her outer thighs and heard, "Oh my, bikini panties already. They must be moving you along on the fast track."

The bartender made a sudden appearance under the guise of re-filling her glass and nodded towards Stefani's new inquisitive friend. She appeared to have been poured from the same mold as Sam and Richelle but Stefani was just as satisfied that it wasn't a male putting the make on her. The bartender continued, "Want Kristin to have one, honey?" to which Stefani nodded her approval and hoped that it would stifle any more questions. Stefani could still feel herself getting the once-over just as one girl would do to another. She heard, "I heard that Van and Sam would be bringing a new member in this evening but I didn't think you would be ready so soon. When did you get here?" Stefani sort of whispered, "Just yesterday, they brought me up in the morning and we spent time at the beauty salon and shopped later in the day? Stefani relaxed a bit more and found herself giving the answers to questions which she hoped would stifle further questioning. But what the hey, Kristin was company and it didn't make her feel like a wall flower. From time to time, the boys would pass by to make small talk and get themselves introduced to Stefani. And oh my, she was finding out that this was a hugging and kissing crowd just as a way of saying hello. And above all, they liked to feel the merchandise, so to speak. She felt some uneasiness in kissing some of the obvious males, some of whom gave her a good feel-up along the way. Stefani fought off the urge to fend them off. But then again, she could see that Kristin was having the same problem and reciprocating as she went. It was the bar with the lilac blossoms dangling from the ceiling where I first saw that, I mean all that hugging and kissing just as a means of saying hello. And it didn't seem to matter whether it was male and female, female and female, male to male, ugh. Oh sure, a lot of it seemed to be a formality but then again, a lot more of them were intense and exploratory, if you know what I mean. But it seemed to be the character of the place. Stefani thought it might be best to go with the flow, reciprocating that is.

Other girls stopped by to talk with them and made the small talk, some of which pertained to her breasts which she acknowledged had been applied earlier in the day. And much to her shock, she heard Kristin volunteer, "I'm still wearing those weighted vinyls but I'm gluing them on now. I'm glad that they aren't any larger than the B cups because I have to go to my day job as a receptionist down at the vocational center. The boys who come in look me over pretty good and I can see them sneaking peaks down the front of my blouse when I lean forward to give them their papers. I have to wear the mini skirts so I'm giving the boys on the other side of the room a free showing, and I'm doing this all day."

Kristin added, "Hey, Stefani, this is Kim, they have her working down at the physical conditioning plant and Yvonne here works down at The Club. Kim signed a longer contract so they're letting her grow her own. But she realizes that it will take a goodly part of two years before they become a meaningful size to become useful for her. If it looks as though they won't shape up by then, they'll do a silicone implant which is not always a good thing. Yvonne is a GG and her C cups keeps her pretty busy for modeling assignments. Stefani is here for the weekend orientation sessions, I guess they're still evaluating her before she takes her vocational interests questioning so they can establish a career path for her.

And then there was another barrage of questions, "Did you sign any sort of papers before you came here?" Stefani replied, "Sure, I signed the application for enrollment papers and some tuition forms for the accounting department and a lot of other stuff in which I agreed to and grant permission to, and save and hold harmless – a lot of stuff I didn't even bother to read. But it must have been all right, they asked me to come right up. I don't even know where I am right now, they gave me driving directions – up the freeway for an hour and twenty minutes, turn left, down the street two blocks, park the car. And they came to get me and I don't know where the shops are, where the boutiques are, the The Club is – we were driven here in a limo and came in through the back door. I remember only that we came here in a limo and that Richelle gave the driver a good scroooch as he stood holding the door open for us. Oh, it must have been so humiliating for him. Do all the girls do that?" They looked sort of solemn but replied, "No, not all, most of the time I get gooses." And it was Yvonne who added, "Oh yeah, hey, Stefani, want a pinch my C cups?" And that was the end of that discussion. Rachel could only recall that it was pretty humiliating for her, her first public goose, I'm talking about.

Stefani found it relatively easy if she followed the leads of the other girls. She could sense that the boys who approached her did so with some trepidation and she felt it better if she made the overtures which welcomed their attention. She was learning that it was better to tolerate the touching of her more intimate parts recalling that as Stephen, he would have done the same thing but probably with a lot more tentativeness and timidness. From time to time, Rachel would appear with tips on how to position her body while at the bar, where to place her arms and hands so as to not restrict a view of her body and implant that viewpoint that she was a product on display.

By the end of the evening, what with the 'on the house' drinks and the staged 'hitting on her' productions, Stefani was getting into the mood, you know, just like Rachel – the more she got to thinking of herself as a girl, the better she felt and the easier it was for her to assume the role. She saw him approaching and knew the look and heard, "I'm Hammer," and even before she could respond, she felt herself being drawn to the dance floor. And in the short ten feet or so to get there, she knew she had been felt up. She recalled her days as a male and doing his own share of feeling ups but honey, she knew that she had been subjected to a feel up by a practiced expert. And oh honey, there was never a time that in getting to the dance floor and in the act of dancing itself that her body was not in contact with his. And I don't mean just touching, he knew how to get her body moving. First it was the inadvertent touching of their more sensitive parts which progressed until the crotch to crotch dancing had become the norm. She was first embarrassed by the touch but she actively participated, giving as good as she was getting. Her feet hurt because of the tightness of the fit of the heels not to mention the strain that it was putting on heretofore unused muscles of her legs and thighs. But she endured because that's what it was that she was to do. Besides, honey, when you can feel his hardness pressing into you, it sort of makes you forget everything else and become wholly participative. Go for it, Stefani, get as good as you're giving.

It was difficult for Stefani to shake and contort herself as a female and again, when she reminded herself that she had the boobies and the ass to shake around and got herself involved, that was the key, she had to get herself involved. She threw her arms up a bit higher when she improvised and followed the lead of her partner, never sure that it was a he or a she. But by that time, it had become a no never mind. She recalled the moves that she liked as a he and wiggled her ass. She recalled that she liked the girls who were willing to shake their boobs and for sure, he knew that girls who could and would do a meaningful bump and grind drew the most attention. And then there was always the opportunity to dance crotch to crotch, like I said, she didn't know whether her partner was a he or a she, but she knew Hammer was a he, no way could they strap one on him, or her, which would have the live action of a real one. Stefani thought it would be too bold for her to initiate the move but once involved, she didn't know where she had learned it but let it be known that she knew what it was all about. And when Hammer was done with her, the other guys seemed to enjoy her participation just as well.

Oh sure, she knew she was making a spectacle of herself but she thought the onlookers looked upon her as having had a few too many – and what the hey, they were thinking that they might want a piece of her for themselves a little later. But Stefani began to think in terms of girls seemed to have much more fun. Honey, when you get to that point, you're hooked.

But just as things were beginning to look up for Stefani, the weekend was drawing to a close. She still had to go to his day job. But Rachel, Van and Sam knew how to keep his interest up and started the wind down process. They reduced his theatrically applied make-up to a more conservative makeup commensurate with the time of evening they would be dealing with. They would send him out on the road some time after dark in order that he would be home elevenish or so. Actually, they wanted him to experience being out on the road while there was plenty of traffic on the freeway and pedestrians at the stop lights in the city. Actually, I found that drivers give only a passing glance at that hot looking blonde driving alongside of them and really are not a menace to them, to the blonde, that is. I had to do that drive myself after having my first make-over done at the beauty salon in a suburb quite a distance from the household. Other than for the apprehension, I had been put into much more precarious situations such as the solitary walk across the parking lot in my heels and off the shoulder party dress. I told you about that one, that's the one where I got my first 'whistled at,' don't you remember.

But now it was Stefani's turn to sink or swim.

  

  

  

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