Synopsis: David's identical twin sister wants him to impersonate her, but why?

   

Davey

by Caroline J Bradley

© 2007

Chapter 3

Day 11- the final continued

Davey and Caroline arrived at the mall and Davey held Caroline's hand as their heels tapped on the marble flooring. They arrived at the salon where Davey was whisked away for the hair and makeup. Caroline had booked herself in for a facial and manicure so she could watch the final steps in Davey's makeover.

The girls washed shaped coloured and coiffured Davey's locks, sweeping them high and pinning them into a curly "updo" with a pretty curl across the forehead. The makeup was bold with dark blue eyeliner accentuating and expanding his eyes framed in false eyelashes mascaraed electric blue; soft blue eye shadow and freshly plucked arches finished the dramatic look. Hot bronze blusher and soft peach powder on a matte foundation base were contrasted with a ruby red lipstick and darker lip liner. They added a final coat of matching lacquer to his fingers and toes and pronounced him ready to kill.

Caroline shook her head when she saw Davey, "Jesus, I bet Barbara struggles to look this good my girl!"

"I do," Davey grinned. They left the salon and returned to the flat for final preparations, taking care with a fresh pair of sheer stockings and wearing cotton gloves to make sure none of the material was marked. Davey finished off the shoes and jewellery as Caroline fussed over the zipper of the ballgown. Retouching lipstick and with a final flourish of perfume, Davey was ready. Caroline stepped back,

"Wow, you look stunning and I'm so jealous, proud and excited at the same time."

"Thanks," mused Davey, a thoughtful look in his beautifully made-up eyes.

"What's up, love?" Caroline asked, taking Davey's hand,

"I don't really know, this has been such a fantastic experience and I love all of this dressing up and femininity, but I'm worried where it's going and precisely what Barbara, my sister, is up to."

Caroline smiled, "I'm sure you can trust your own sister and why not enjoy this experience. Once the party is over, I think you and I need a talk, girl to girl."

Their intimacy was interrupted by the doorbell, Caroline jumped up to answer the call and bade the driver to wait whilst Davey grabbed his clutch bag and stood ready to leave.

"Wait, I need photos of this ", Caroline fired off a whole series of photos on her camera. She then held Davey's hand, looked into his exquisitely made-up face and air kissed on both sides, "have fun and I'll see you later." She grinned.

The driver held open the door of a smart black Bentley and whisked them across town, Davey waited in the car as Simon, in a very handsome black tuxedo, slid in beside her.

"You look fabulous, Barbara." He smiled and moved to kiss him, "no you don't this makeup cost a fortune." Davey pushed him away.

In silence they drove to the City where the traffic was sparse except in front of a huge glass and steel structure where limos and large cars were disgorging elegantly dressed couples who were greeted by liveried doormen. Simon and Davey's car eventually reached the front of the queue and the doorman opened her door, holding out his hand to help Davey slide out elegantly. Flashlights blazed as he stepped out and was joined by Simon, who took his hand protectively and steered Davey to the front of the building.

The entrance was a fusion of bright lights and even brighter dresses, each couple was announced by a tall usher, "Mr Simon deBrett and Miss Barbara Norton." Simon took Davey's hand and they joined the throng, whispering into Davey's ear,

"Barbara wants us to see and be seen, so circulate with me." They glided across the marble floor, greeting the many guests some of whom Davey recognised from Barbara's training and the photos on the computer. He chatted with a few of them trying to minimise the exposure of his still imperfect voice, even responding to some unexpected questioning from two Japanese men in dark dress suits..

They were called to dinner at an opulent room on the roof of the bank and Davey found he could eat very little due, in no small part, to his nerves and the tight corset. Eventually, the dinner ended and a senior speaker arose, he was announced as Mr Hasimoro, president of the bank. After the initial pleasantries, he paused and held up his hand,

"Ladies, gentlemen, honoured guests," he intoned in flawless English. "I would like to thank you all for coming, including those from our competitors for whom we have a great deal of respect." He paused again and, to Davey's surprise, looked directly at him and smiled. "Hashimoro bank is very proud to announce that we are launching a new service to the international banking sector backed by our shareholding in International Diamond Mines of Namibia. Whilst the service details are complex, we believe that it will drive our market share forward as it allows us to significantly increase our lending powers to industries and governments alike." He paused and smiled, Davey noticed some members of the audience looking both intrigued and worried.

"Hashimoro bank has invited you here this evening to showcase the finest diamond since the Koh-I-Noor, which legend has it was discovered in 3200BC. Our shareholding in the new mines means we own this gem and I would like you all to gaze in wonder." With a flourish, he pressed a button in front of him and a curtain slid to one side at the end of the dining hall; in parallel, a series of flat screen monitors burst into life. The audience stood to see the spectacle, there was an audible gasp and a shout from Hashimoro as the camera and audience saw precisely nothing! The elaborate dais and purple cushion were empty.

The uproar from the audience subsided as Hashimoro himself called for calm, "there seems to be some problem here, do not worry, please all go downstairs to the ballroom for the dancing and celebrations." A group of unconvinced diners drifted down to the elaborately decorated hall and were joined by their fellows as the band struck up a waltz. Simon grabbed Davey's hand and they drifted onto the dance floor with a few other couples, moving gracefully and forcing a smile. To Davey's surprise, Hashimoro tapped Simon on the shoulder and cut in,

"My turn, I think Mr deBrett. Well miss Norton, how nice to see you." Davey smiled back, "you look most elegant and dance well if I may say so." Davey inclined his head in thanks. They swirled across the room to admiring glances from the other couples, Davey realised he was being steered towards one of the doors at the edge of the dance hall. "Forgive me for being so rude, Miss Norton, but I need to talk with you in private. Please do not be alarmed, one of my assistants is looking after your escort." He gestured to where Simon was deep in conversation with a stunningly beautiful Asian woman whose dress was open to her midriff showing virtually all of her assets.

Without any effort, Hashimoro steered Davey into a large room where three other, large and well muscled men and one elegant but older woman were sat waiting. Davey recognised the woman as Norita Tomi, the head of Hashimoro's banking activities in Europe.

"Ah, Miss Norton, thank you for coming, I do like your dress; you look different somehow." Miss Tomi extended a well manicured and heavily bejewelled hand, Davey took it lightly.

"Why am I here?" he asked,

"That is a very good question. You see, we are aware of your bank's interest in us and, frankly, were suspicious that you were somehow involved in industrial espionage. My aides have been following you this evening and we think that you are involved in some way with the loss of our precious diamond. Mr Hasimoro has lost much face this evening when the diamond went missing; tell me, how did you do it?"

Davey's mind raced, they had been following him – what did they know? He decided to play ignorant, "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about. I would like to go now."

"I am sure you would like to go, But we have lost something very special and we believe only one person had the knowledge and the capability of organising its disappearance, you Miss Norton." Norita Tomi's eyes hardened, "We have watched you since your arrival and concede that you have not left the steady gaze of our security guards. The diamond arrived whilst you were having dinner and I personally supervised its placement on the dais, so where is it now?"

Relieved that their surveillance had been limited to his arrival this evening, Davey thought carefully, "I am sorry, Mr Hashimoro and Miss Tomi for your loss, but I have absolutely no idea why you are talking to me and what possible actions I could have taken to remove your precious stone." Tomi and Hasimoro stepped aside and remonstrated with each other in rapid Japanese, the woman clearly deferential to the elder and more senior Hashimoro.

"Miss Norton, " Hashimoro began, "I am so sorry to have inconvenienced you. We knew that the diamond was not a closely guarded secret and only a few experts and investment banks like your own knew of its existence. We also know that our recently announced funding capability would harm banks such as yours and hence we invited you and some colleagues from our competitors who we believed could seek to destabilise our investment strategy. Having you close to us allowed us to display our capabilities whilst minimising the risks. We see now that we were wrong, some other agency has stolen our precious jewel, but its temporary loss will not stop us in our quest to lead the global investment market." He held out his hand, "we will, of course, be watching you carefully in the future. For now in the absence of any evidence to the contrary, you may rejoin Mr deBrett."

Davey was escorted out of the room into the ballroom where a gesture to Simon's attractive audience was enough to send her scuttling away to his obvious disappointment.

"You alright, you look scared?" he whispered,

"Dance with me and I'll tell you," Davey grabbed Simon and they entered the swirling mass of revellers. Davey nuzzled Simon's ear and recounted the scene of the last few minutes, Simon listened and held Davey tight.

"We need to go as soon as possible, you go to the ladies room to freshen up and I'll see you by the exit door near to the bar." They parted and Davey joined a small queue outside the opulent ladies loo inside which the smartest women were adjusting dresses makeup and bras. Davey followed suit, carefully reapplying lipstick and musing on the comfort that simple action gave him. He rejoined Simon at the door and saw Hashimoro watching him, in a gesture of defiance, Davey took Simon's hand and walked over to Hashimoro,

"Mr Hashimoro, thank you so much for a pleasant evening and I hope your precious diamond is returned to you." Davey held out his hand, which Hashimoro took and bowed, smiling.

"The pleasure has been mine, Miss Norton, I am sure we will be seeing much of each other."

At that moment police arrived with much flourishing of warrant cards. Senior officers held a rapid conversation with Hashimoro whilst junior uniformed men and women stood at the doors preventing the guests from leaving. A tall coloured officer took the microphone,

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Inspector Ian Blair and I must ask you to return to your seats whilst we investigate this crime scene. You should not be detained too long and we will deal with each one of you as quickly as possible."

The guests drifted back to their seats and waiters appeared to take drinks orders whilst a myriad of officers walked around the tables. A smart female officer in uniform appeared at Davey's table and smiled at the guests,

"I'm sorry to detain you, but I need names and addresses for further follow-up in case it is necessary," she smiled at the 12 people on Davey's table. Efficiently she took down each person's details and then moved off, Davey was worried that he had compounded his felony of impersonating his sister by giving a false name and address to the police. After about an hour of chatting and sipping brandies, Inspector Blair announced that he had completed his investigations for that evening and the guests were free to go, but to expect follow up from his officers shortly.

Just as he was finishing, there was a call from a uniformed policeman standing in the doorway of the room into which Davey had been steered by Hashimoro. The audience watched in fascination as the officer carried a large object wrapped in a woman's scarf over to the microphone. There were further hurried conversations between the police and Hashimoro's people; Hashimoro himself looked embarrassed and rapidly left the room, Miss Tomi took the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there appears to have been a misunderstanding and your excellent police have already discovered the diamond." The room burst into uproar, Tomi waved them quiet, "we will be investigating what has actually happened here, but clearly we need detain you no longer. Please accept Hashimoro's sincere apologies for any inconvenience." Tomi stood down and hurried off in pursuit of Hashimoro.

Davey and Simon joined a small group of party goers who were waiting for their cars and soon the Bentley reappeared. To a blaze of flashbulbs, Davey sat elegantly into the plush rear seats and the car drove off. Simon turned to Davey,

"You were simply fabulous in there, you were Barbara completely and I fancy you like crazy." He grabbed Davey and kissed him full on the mouth, Davey found himself responding partly from relief at getting away from the Japanese and partly from feeling so feminine. They parted quickly, each confused. Simon leant forward to the driver,

"Can we go to Barbara's flat please?" The driver nodded and the huge car eased forward through the night traffic.

Day 12 – the aftermath

The car drove away as Simon led Davey by the hand into Barbara's flat; it was 3 in the morning. He busied himself confidently opening a prepared bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses, they chinked the glasses together in silence. Davey finally broke the ice,

"Simon, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't really know," he said quietly, "Barbara has always been closed up about her work and I never know when she's around or even where she is or where she's been."

"So what is this stuff with Hashimoro? Does she have anything to do with the diamond?" Davey was getting agitated, Simon sat next to him and held his hand,

"I don't know," he squeezed Davey's had, who responded by shifting closer to Simon..

"I'm scared," Davey admitted, "Hashimoro and that Tomi woman were angry, they said they'd been watching me, or rather Barbara, what actually happened in there and where the hell is Barbara?"

"Calm down ", Simon held Davey's bare shoulders and his hand touched Davey's immaculately made up face. Davey felt Goosebumps and leant into Simon's shoulder, their lips met and they kissed deeply and passionately.

"Simon," Davey breathed, "I have never been with a man before, nor have I felt so alive and so feminine. Take me."

Simon responded ardently kissing Davey's face, neck and shoulders, eliciting a moan from Davey. They stood in unison, Davey's long fingernails impeding his progress as he pulled off Simon's jacket and his bow tie, opening his shirt. Simon tried to find the zipper of Davey's gown, but Davey batted his hand away,

"Leave that, you'll ruin the dress." Davey took Simon's hand and led him into the bedroom, he turned and ran his nails down Simon's chest and further down to outline the bulge in Simon's trousers, it was Simon's turn to moan.

Carefully, Davey knelt down in front of Simon and, looking up into his eyes, pulled down the zip of his trousers and his elegant hands released Simon's manhood, it seemed huge and was glistening with a drop of precum on the red tip. Davey licked his red lips and kissed the drop of fluid, it tasted salty. Simon moaned again and held Davey's head as Davey opened his mouth and slowly took a short length of Simon, pulling back, Davey saw a lipstick covered cock in front of his face – was this what the last few weeks had made in into, a cocksucker? Davey felt confused and yet wanted Simon and wanted to please Simon,

"You alright?" Simon asked,

"Confused but so turned on". Davey replied before taking even more of Simon into his mouth, grasping the base of Simon's cock in his hands and running a long red fingernail up the underside of Simon's shaft. Simon stiffened and his cock grew in Davey's mouth. Davey stopped and stood up unsteadily.

"You get into bed, I can't afford to ruin this dress, so I'm going to take it off and hang it up, I'll be a few minutes." Davey grabbed his handbag from the sitting room, ran into the bathroom and quickly stepped out of the gorgeous gown revealing the sexy blue corset, stockings and heels. He repaired his lipstick and looked around Barbara's feminine boudoir, quickly he found some moisturiser and, with a grin at his sister's efficiency, a pack of ribbed condoms. Pulling down his panties, he ignored the small stain from his own precum and liberally lubricated his rectum with the moisturiser.

A final primp of hair and lipstick, he appeared at the bedroom door clad in corset, stockings and high heels, holding the moisturiser and the condoms, Simon was sat on the bed, naked and with a huge hard on.

"Wow, come here" was all he said as Davey strutted to the bedside, pushed Simon onto his back and straddled him. They kissed passionately and Davey pushed Simon's hands away as he pulled back to kiss Simon's cock before unravelling a condom down its twitching length. Liberally coating the condom with moisturiser, Davey raised his body and pulled his panties to one side, positioning Simon's cock at his opening. Their eyes met as Davey slowly lowered his lubed and pantied bottom onto Simon's pole, allowing a slow deliberate penetration. Simon bucked and drove himself deep into the goddess straddled above him, Davey's back arched with the combined pleasure and pain of being opened so wide.

Simon bucked and drove deeper and deeper, Davey arched back and felt a massive warmth as Simon released his load into the condom. Exhausted, Davey slid off and removed the condom from Simon's shrinking cock, then he curled up on Simon's chest, watching the breathing settle and the cock become flaccid.

"Thank you," Davey whispered,

"My pleasure, but what about you?" Simon breathed quietly.

"Don't worry, love, I needed to feel what it was like with a man."

"And?"

"And, I loved being taken like that but I am not sure about anything else."

Davey rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean the moisturiser off and rearrange himself. In the bedroom, Simon was up and dressed, they kissed briefly and then Simon's mobile 'phone rang; he listened and handed it to Davey.

"Hi," it was Barbara, "don't say anything, just listen. You're being monitored by Hashimoro's men, the flat's safe for now but they may have bugged it this evening so I can't stay on line for long. You will be followed so stay at the flat and only go out for normal things, just act normally. I'll explain soon." She rang off.

Davey handed the mobile back to Simon and shrugged, putting a well manicured hand to his lips. Simon grimaced, pecked Davey on the cheek and let himself out.

"What the hell is going on?" Davey thought, a deepening suspicion of his sister was crystallising from the events of that evening. The subterfuge to get him to impersonate her, the unlimited funds, the careful preparations, the party and Hashimoro – Barbara must have something to do with that diamond confusion at the party, but what?

Too wound up to sleep, Davey released himself from the tight embrace of the corset and set it aside; he pulled on a pretty green short satin nightie and a warm towelling dressing gown from Barbara's wardrobe and sat at the vanity mirror admiring the reflection. With an audible sight he reached up and unpinned his hair, letting it fall around his face and proceeded to brush his hair back to its normal (at least Barbara's normal) shape. He cleansed off the makeup and rigorously applied cleansers and night creams, removed his beautiful dangly earrings and the other items of jewellery. The reflection in the mirror was still Barbara and he realised what a good job had been done, but what was going to happen now?

To be continued…..

  

© Caroline J Bradley 2007

  

  

  

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