Sissies For Hire

I was driving too fast along a rural road in the twilight. I was late, very late, but I could now at least see the lights of my destination in the distance. My phone rang but I didn't even need to glance at the screen; I already knew who was calling and picked up on the hands-free.

"Where are you?" the panicked voice demanded immediately, without preamble, over loud background noise.

"Nearly there, five minutes at most." It was probably more like fifteen, but I had to keep her calm.

"Please, tell me you're ready."

"How could I possibly be ready? I came straight from work. You can't understand how difficult it was to get away as soon as I did."

"They're all here. I'm completely on my own."

"You'll have to stall for time. You can do it."

"Hurry up!"

She hung up. I reached under my suit jacket and tugged at my shirt. The stress had given me a second reason for an uncomfortable tightness in my chest.

By day I was a corporate recruiter, but by night I ran a special side gig with Zara, my like-minded business partner. We specialized in hosting niche events for a very particular kind of client. Our biggest customer had booked us for this evening but it had clashed with my scheduled office commitments. I had known this well in advance and two new hires were supposed to provide cover, but when the time came, neither of them showed up. One had messaged an hour beforehand to say she was quitting; the other had simply ghosted us.

I was drafted in at the very last second to fill in. Right now I was supposed to be at an industry cocktail reception with my boss, networking for important new business. I'd shown my face, it was unimaginable not to so, but then fled as soon as no one was watching. I was almost certainly going to pay for my unceremonious disappearance in the morning. I'd have to feign illness or something.

I finally reached the large sprawling home. It was a contemporary, glass-walled design, with wrought-iron gates blocking the approach to the perfectly manicured driveway. I'd been there many times before and knew the code to let myself in. I dumped my car haphazardly and reached into the back to pull out a suitcase I kept packed for just such an emergency.

Music thudded from the kitchen, and I could see the shadows of figures moving inside. I couldn't go through the front door in my current state, so I ran around the side, mud caking my meticulously shined oxford shoes. I picked an empty bedroom and flung my case on the bed, immediately ripping off my suit jacket and pants. I nearly strangled myself with my tie and lost a button as I too hurriedly undid my designer shirt, nearly ripping it like Superman to reveal my undergarment.

I'd had it expensively custom-crafted for a perfect fit, and it gave the impression of sculpted chest muscles and well-developed pecs, as long as I paired it with the right fit of shirt. To the casual observer it lent the lie that I was at the peak of male physical fitness, but it was far from an item of vanity; in truth, it served as camouflage. I undid the well-concealed front zip and experienced a wave of relief as I was finally released from its heavily compressive prison.

I turned to stare at my chest in the mirror. It had been a couple of years since I'd first gotten them, and I'd thought the novelty might have worn off, but the sight of my breasts never failed to give me a thrill. My newfound freedom wouldn't last long, though, and I reached into my case for my underwired bra that would push everything up, molding me into an alluring shape. It was uncomfortable, but the effect was well worth it. I pulled on a pair of black stockings with garter belt over my smooth-shaven legs, then tucked away my diminutive manhood into a shape more suited to panties.

I set to work on my makeup with well-practiced but frantic efficiency. I didn't remotely have time for my usual complete repertoire, and the bare minimum would have to suffice. With my hair scraped back into a hairnet and a wig secured, I paused briefly to inspect my reflection. A wide smile rose from my lips, and a warm, wondrous comfort moved through me. I was no longer hidden away in plain sight; I looked like myself again. That simple recognition filled me with dizzying happiness and confidence that made me feel invincible.

I pulled high-heeled court shoes from the case and a dress befitting the occasion. I slipped the black silk over my shoulders. The skirt was a chaotic bell of tiered ruffles and so obscenely short it barely covered my modesty, to say nothing of reaching the top of my stockings. I smoothed down the gold-trimmed, white apron that was tied in a bow at my back.

The unique business I ran with Zara was called "Sissies for Hire." Ostensibly, we offered only catering, but there was a special understanding with our customers that did not feature in any contract. We prided ourselves on our particularly thorough approach to customer satisfaction, and this maid was ready to deliver service.

My heels clicked as I walked toward the kitchen, I heard the music grow louder and it seemed as if my heart pounded in synchronization to the beat. I'd been speaking all day and it took me a few moments to find my female voice again. I practiced a couple of times before bursting into the room and striking a pose with my hand on my hip.

"Hello boys!" I shouted above the din with a wide smile on my face. A man immediately came charging towards me like he was intent on a football tackle. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight with my breasts pressed against him before lifting me off my feet. When I was dropped to the floor, I planted a deep, passionate kiss on him and he worked his tongue into my mouth. His hands lay at my mid-back, I reached behind to guide them to my ass and encouraged him to stroke and squeeze.

"Mia! You made it!" he said when he eventually came up for air. "But Zara told me you weren't coming tonight." Pete was one of my most ardent admirers and followed me everywhere if he even got the slightest hint I was to be present.

"Now, how could I ever be apart from you?" I touched him on the nose and pecked him on the lips.

I saw over his shoulder another French maid rapidly approaching. Zara seemed to have urgent business. "Excuse me, Sir," she said to Pete. "May I borrow Mia for just one moment?"

"Nope!" said Pete. He reached under my legs and swept me up into his arms.

"I'll catch up with you in a minute," I assured Zara as I was being transported away. "It's not like we're going to be long."

I was taken through to a bedroom and thrown on the bed. He slipped off his pants and underwear and dove in beside me. I sat up on my knees and straddled his body, slipping my dress from my shoulders and undoing my bra. He already had a firm erection.

"So you missed me then?" I said, stroking his dick lightly with my fingers. Pete had a problem. With only the lightest of encouragement, he could be a little premature and I knew his weaknesses inside out. I shuffled backwards and leaned my chest over him, my nipple teasing the pre-cum soaked tip of his needy cock.

"Mia..." He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. Within only a few seconds, he popped.

A feeling washed over me almost as ecstatic as an orgasm. I loved that I had the power to make a man do that. It made me feel so desirable. I sat up straight, cum dripping from my breasts. I scooped it up and sucked it from my fingers. "Delicious," I said, continuing until I was clean and then touched my fingers under his balls. "I hope you have some more in there for me, Pete. You know how hungry I can be."

"Honey, give a man a chance to recover."

"I don't think so. I need you too much." I went down on him, enveloping his cock with my mouth. He had been starting to go limp, but within moments he was filling my mouth again. I worked up and down his shaft, building a rhythm, teasing him with my tongue. It wasn't more than a few minutes before my efforts were rewarded. I crawled up his body and drew my face close to his, making sure he could see that I gladly swallowed and then I kissed him passionately.

I moved back down to his member and licked him completely clean of every drop that remained, before snuggling to his side as he rolled over to hug me. "You're incredible, Mia." His words filled me with warmth. "I love you."

"I love you too, Pete." It was almost the truth. I wasn't physically attracted to his body, but I was addicted to him in other ways that mattered so much more. He was sweet, funny, and courteous, but more than that, the attention he gave me was intoxicating. To have someone so devoted to you was something I'd never experienced before. He made me feel like a real girl. I was getting to the stage in life when I was looking for a partner and I wasn't averse to considering the full spectrum of possibilities. I'd never dated a man before, but for Pete I could have been tempted. There was just one small problem.

"I wish Beth could do what you do." He was married, and apparently happily, with the exception that little went on in the bedroom. I filled in the gaps in his marriage where things were lacking. He even implied she had some awareness he was satisfying his needs elsewhere and they had an understanding. I didn't know if his wife knew he was fucking a sissy though.

There was a knock at the door. "I apologize for the interruption, Sir. Is Mia in there with you?"

"Looks like I have to go, sweetie." I started to get off the bed but he grabbed my hand.

"Please stay a little longer."

"I'll come back, Pete. I promise."

I went outside and closed the door quietly."Thank god you made it," said a relieved Zara. "I would have been in so much trouble."

"I can't believe those two let us down."

"We'll talk about this later." She thrust a tray of beers at me. "I'm being pulled in ten different directions." Demand for service was always greatest at the start of the evening when balls were at their fullest and sexual frustration was high. "Take these around quickly and urgently make your way to the new guy; the tall one, wearing a gray shirt. I think it's his birthday or something. He's got to be top priority."

As I circulated through the kitchen, I felt a dozen pairs of hungry eyes lock onto me like I was their prey. Hands wanted to roam freely over my body and I ached to let them do anything they pleased to me. I bathed in their projected desire, it overwhelmed me like a tsunami and then wrapped me up like a warm blanket. Out there I was just a disposable cog in a corporate machine, but in here, in my special little domain of the most open minded gentlemen, I was a pure, sexual creature with no limit to my power.

I served a few beers and stopped at the man Zara had pointed out to me. "Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?" I asked with a smile.

"I'm glad you asked," he said, placing his hand on my breast and squeezing.

"I'm always happy to serve, Sir."

Whereas Pete longed for passion with a little romance thrown on the side, this was the other kind of man. I soon found myself lying face down on an ornate mahogany dining table with my tray of beers at my side. My panties were around my ankles and his hands were under my hips, lifting my bare ass in the air as he worked his cock into me. I didn't even know his name. Some guys were not interested in the full package; they just wanted a docile sex doll, and I was delighted to oblige.

The problem with anal was not that the sex might be disappointing, but that it might be too good. I relied on sexual tension to keep my brain engaged in the sissy world. I desperately didn't want to orgasm this early in the evening as I had a lot of work ahead of me, and if I came, I would surely lose all motivation. Unfortunately for me, though, he hit exactly the right spot.

Pinned to the table as I was by his strong arms, physically I could do nothing but be used as he wished and instead I had to engage my mind. I had to focus my thoughts, to try and force the ruin of my own orgasm. I fought mental battles against succumbing to the pleasure, but distraction was a dangerous game. One small slip, and it was all over. I had my limits.

I could feel the waves of pleasure start to build as he relentlessly pumped into me and my little clitoris was uncontrollably on the rise. The overwhelming temptation was to just go with the flow and allow him to take me to paradise. When I reached a certain level, ecstasy became inevitable, but I couldn't afford to pass that point of no return. Somehow, I had to resist, but with the bliss of a real man, deep inside me, using me for his pleasure, it was impossible that I would not eventually be overcome. Each thrust of his cock was a lesson in his dominance over me, and sent waves of euphoria rushing to my submissive little mind. He was breaking down my barriers, forcing me to give in to his will. It was not a question of whether I would reach the summit but how long I could possibly last.

I felt him twitch; he exhaled sharply and then I could feel the warmth of his cum slowly filling me. In an instant, it almost took me to the edge and it was more luck than any fortitude of mental discipline that I managed to hold on. I lay there panting as he withdrew and unceremoniously dropped me to the table like a discarded toy. He took a beer from my tray and walked away without a word.

"Happy birthday," I whimpered to an empty room as I recovered. A joyously satisfied smile formed across my lips as I savored the sublime feeling of cum slowly dripping from between my cheeks. Pete had made me feel like a woman, but now I felt like a sissy.

By the early hours of the morning, most of the guests had left. Zara was leaning over the dishwasher, stacking it with glasses. As she straightened her back she massaged her behind.

"I see you've had as a good a night as I did," I said.

"Yeah, but I think I need a new asshole." She worked her mouth open and closed. "And I probably dislocated my jaw."

"I know how you feel." She turned to face me.

"Mia, somehow we have got to find reliable girls. We can't keep doing it like this."

"I completely agree."

"How in hell are we going to cope on Saturday? We've got twenty guys and two of us. It's impossible. What are we going to do? We should have six girls minimum."

"We need a miracle."

"You know about recruitment. Can't you do something?"

"I don't know, it's incredibly short notice. I'll have to think."

"Please, Mia. We're desperate."

"Do not make me tap the sign!" a voice shrieked from across the kitchen. I whirled around at the interruption. Monica was about fifty years old and worked the evening shift as a cleaner at a local hotel. At the end of each night we hired her to come in and help us with the real maid work. It was supposed to be well understood that she was most definitively not part of the entertainment, but heavily drunken clientele were sometimes a little hard of thinking. To this end, she had produced for herself a T-shirt with the words "do not touch" printed on either side as a not-so-subtle reminder. It seemed some of them couldn't read either.

I hurried over and intervened between her and one of our somewhat frisky customers. "Blake," I said gently. "You know full well you're not supposed to touch Monica. Say you're sorry."

"Sorry, Monica," said the chastised client, with his head downcast.

"Now, if you're a very, very good boy and go and sit over there quietly, I will give you one more blow job before I leave." He slunk off to the naughty chair over the other side of the kitchen.

I turned back to Monica. "I don't suppose I could interest you in a new role in our company? It comes with a great uniform." I twirled a little in my dress. "And you get to spend all evening in bed. What's not to love?"

From the look on her face, I didn't think my first attempt at recruitment had been a success.

....

It seems that if you advertise in the right nooks of the internet as to who wants a real life, paid job as a sissy maid, your inbox becomes flooded with an infinite scroll of pantied asses. The respondents were fun, and I spent far too much time chatting with many wonderful people late into the night. With time disappearing, though, by the second day of my recruitment challenge, I realized this was never going to be practical.

I knew most of them were not serious and I had to find a quick way to filter the sissies from the men. In the end I decided online was out, and I would only interview for the position in person and only on my terms. The prospective candidate would be required to arrive at my door, already fully dressed in their most elaborate sissy finery, whatever they thought might impress me the most. They were applying to be on display to strangers at parties, and that at least would demonstrate they had the confidence to risk being seen. When it came to the cold reality of somehow making explanations to significant others and actually getting into a car, I knew that simple change would cause the great majority to vanish into the ether.

The system worked well, but a little too well. The first candidate had arrived quickly and was a great hire, which had lifted my spirits, but then subsequently the numbers had dwindled to desperate levels. The second applicant had been unsuitable. It had turned out I'd written my advert a little too circumspectly and she hadn't realized that the job involved more than just wearing sexy dresses and serving drinks. It was now Friday evening, the last day, and at this final hour, all I had left was rapidly diminishing hope. I had only recently arrived home after working late and hadn't been bothered to change out of my suit yet. I'd just had some food when the doorbell to my suburban home rang. Waiting on my porch was the most delightful vision I had ever witnessed.

In the ethereal, fading sunlight stood before me a fairy, caught partway between dusk and a dream. She was in a fitted, lavender corset-bodice, gleaming softly above a vast, petal-layered skirt of translucent lilac tulle, its ruffled folds floating outward before falling into a misty hem. She was wearing matching pantyhose, ending in tall, platform heels, while enormous ornately detailed, pink butterfly wings rose behind her shoulders in translucent arcs, glittering in the twilight.

"Am I a big enough sissy for you?" She threw her arms in the air and beamed a wide grin. To say the woodland creature had completely enchanted me would be a massive understatement, but I held my composure to have a little devious fun with her.

"Erm, Miss, I think you came to the wrong address."

Her expression dropped faster than her arms and she became wide-eyed with fear. "Oh crap!" She panicked and glanced to the side to double-check the house number. "Wait a minute. No, I didn't!" She looked back at me with a mixture of confusion and anger. "This IS the right place!" she announced with certainty.

I grinned wickedly and gestured at her outfit. "Your dress is absolutely beautiful, the best I've seen. You get an A for effort." I motioned for her to come in and she tottered past me on her impractical heels.

She looked at me with side-eye. "Well you get an A for asshole."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

"So you really like it?" she grinned, modeling her dress for me. It seemed my compliments had earned my forgiveness. "I made it myself."

"You're very talented." I was genuinely very impressed.

"Thank you. I absolutely love dressmaking. I was hoping to break into fashion one day."

Her name was Evie and she was 26 years old. I invited her through to the living room and sat opposite her, offered a drink and then started with a little light small talk to put her at ease. "Have much trouble with the traffic?"

"Nah, I don't have a car. I rode the bus. It's got it's own lane that zooms straight through. It's faster actually."

"You rode the bus?" I said with surprise. "Dressed like that?" I gestured at her.

"Uh huh," she nodded. I had deep respect for her confidence. "Did you know they do not have special seating for fairies?" She pointed to her back. "Bus seats are not made for wings."

"You should have flown."

She snapped her fingers and smiled. "I don't know why I didn't think of that."

"Well, either way, thanks for coming out today."

"I'm excited to be here." She slapped her thighs and stared at me expectantly, but I spent a few seconds too long collecting my thoughts and she mistakenly thought she had to break the silence. She leaned forward. "Sorry if I'm being dumb, but what exactly happens at a sissy interview?"

I leaned forward to meet her. "Can I tell you a secret? Even though I work in the recruitment industry in my day job, I haven't got it all figured out yet."

"Oh, well, maybe I can help." She glanced up, gears turning. "I went for a job at a fashion label recently. I got turned down, but anyhoo, they asked me stuff like 'What role do you see yourself occupying in our company?'" She looked at me earnestly, convinced she'd been of great help, though of course I'd been asking variations of that question for years. "Maybe you should ask me something like that."

"And what would you answer?"

"I'd say I was hoping to be used as a sex object."

"Maybe that's why they didn't hire you."

"What?" She looked at me slightly annoyed. "No, no, I meant that's what I would say for this job."

"Perfect." I grinned. "Also, thanks for letting me know we're on the same page. The last candidate I interviewed didn't quite understand the role."

"Awkward."

"Look, erm, this is all way too formal. I want to get to know you in a more casual way." I thought for a second. "Why don't you come with me through to the bedroom?"

"Yeah, this is turning out more how I thought a sissy interview would go."

She followed me and I went to pick up a key from my dresser. When I turned around I was startled to find she was on her knees. "What are you doing down there?" I asked.

"Waiting for you to get your dick out."

"Huh?"

"You invited me to your bedroom." I looked at her blankly, still not comprehending. "I thought this was, like, the practical skills test or something."

"Oh!" I grinned. "Well, I can't fault your enthusiasm, but since you're a sissy I wouldn't dream of questioning your expertise." I held out my hand and helped her up onto her heels. "I mean, asking a sissy to demonstrate sucking cock would be like testing if a fish could swim. Huh?" I smiled, anticipating immediate agreement, but something wasn't quite right.

"Yeah," she said, looking away, evasively, running her fingers through her hair. I reconsidered my own assumptions. There was more to dig into when the time was right.

"What I was actually thinking was, since you like fashion, you can dress me up while we talk. I'd value your opinion on my style. Would you like to do that?"

"Sure!" She lit up. "Love to. Not sure I can improve on that suit though. It's nice."

"I wasn't thinking of a suit." I unlocked my large walk-in closet. "Why don't you take a look in there and see what you can find." She went through and was immediately transfixed by the large rack of dresses at the back. I had a vast collection of female clothing in many styles, bought over many years when I was in all kinds of moods. I'd never thrown anything away, I loved it all too much. While she was distracted, I quickly undressed.

"Amazing collection in here. Are these your girlfriend's?" she shouted through.

"Nope," I said, moving to lean against the doorway, my smooth-shaven body now naked except for a pair of pink, lacy panties, with my breasts fully exposed.

She turned to face me. "Oh my god!" Her mouth fell wide open. "You're a sissy too!"

"Sissy for hire."

"I would never have guessed. I thought you were, like, the pimp or something."

"There's no pimp," I said, slightly offended. "We're independent girls, we do what we do for the love of it."

She strode towards me. "Your boobs are incredible. How on earth do you keep these so well hidden?"

"I use a chest binder."

"But more to the point, why do you keep them hidden? They're so beautiful. A girl could get envious." She stood right in front of me. "Can I touch?"

"Sure."

"Are they real?" She squeezed and stroked me. I loved every moment of it. "They feel so natural."

"Not entirely. I had a little assistance."

"I'm trying to grow a pair."

"Really, I was hoping my pair would shrink to nothing."

She laughed and stepped back. "I've been on hormones for a little under a year." She wriggled down her bodice revealing her small, but delightful chest. "I don't think I'm genetically lucky."

"You're perfectly formed."

"That's sweet of you to say," she smiled. "But one day, I want to save up for something special, like you have." She pulled up her dress.

"Maybe we'll help you with that." I gestured at my extensive rack of dresses. "So, can a girl get your opinion on what would make her look hot?"

"If you want hot, stay just as you are," she said with a smile. I wondered if she was just being polite, but held hope she genuinely liked what she saw.

"I could really get to like you." If I hadn't already fallen in love with her at first sight.

She spent some time going through all my clothes and we chatted while she ruminated on her favorite choices. She was warm, charming, energetic, funny and smart. I found out she still lived with her folks and beyond a love of fashion, she was a reader, heavily into fantasy fiction which lent inspiration to her dressmaking creations. I'd half expected to end up as an elf but in the end she chose something a lot more suited to my true style.

She dressed me in a high-waisted, softly tailored midi skirt in deep charcoal. It fell just below the knee, with a subtle slit to one side that only revealed itself when I walked to highlight an occasional, sensual glimpse of my stockings. For the top, she selected a fitted ivory blouse with a gently plunging V-neckline. The cut was plenty low enough to introduce a touch of allure, but just about kept it sophisticated. She completed the ensemble with a slim black leather belt with a discreet gold buckle, then suggested pointed-toe heels in a warm nude shade.

"What do you think?" she asked as I admired myself in the mirror.

"Fantastic. I feel powerful, like a boss. I hadn't even remembered I had this top."

"Want to go and try it out?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go for a walk around the block or something. Attract a little attention." She smiled. "Your neighbor is nice, I'm sure she'll give you a compliment."

"You met my neighbor?" I asked, concerned.

"Yeah, when I was walking over from the bus stop."

"What did she say?"

"Just a little chit chat. She said she liked my wings."

"Evie, you have to understand I have these two very separate lives. I'm very strictly, only a girl with Sissies for Hire. No one else knows anything about this."

"That's a real shame, you know." She looked sullen. "You're missing out on so much."

"It is what it is and it's not going to change." I didn't want to discuss it further and switched to a different subject. "So, what made you choose this specific outfit for me?"

She raised her finger in the air. "Well, I could see your progression in your closet. It's like fashion archaeology. You've got your early sissy stuff, where you just wanted to experience feeling like a slut. You wanted to be as far away from anything masculine as a girl could possibly get." She paced up and down like a television detective, imparting her deductions. "That stuff is all towards the back to middle of the racks implying you still wear it sometimes, you're still interested, but it's not now your regular wear."

"Then we have the fantasy clothes that you clearly only use for your work because that's all organized in an entirely separate section, but then there's the stuff you're experimenting with now, which is in the most accessible places. You're trying to evolve, drawing the professional and tailored styling you prefer from your male-wear into your female collection."

"You got me, Sherlock. That's very perceptive." I fiddled with the neckline. "Maybe I wouldn't go quite this low-cut though."

"You must," she insisted. "Boobs like that must always be on display."

"I don't know. I like a certain chic."

"You can have elegance, but at the same time your style needs to always, unmistakably telegraph that this sissy is desperate for cock. That's the rules."

I laughed and turned to her. An opportunity to revisit my previous concerns had naturally presented itself. "I guess someone as pretty as you has a boyfriend to keep her satisfied in that department, or maybe even two I would guess, huh?"

"Nah." I was surprised, but I was elated to hear that.

"Evie, I just need to ask something that's very important for me to understand for the job role," I said delicately. "Have you had much experience with guys?"

...

It was Saturday morning, the day of our next booking, and I met Zara for coffee to talk over the recruitment situation. I got us seated in a secluded booth in a quiet corner of the shop where we could be assured of some privacy for our sensitive discussion.

"OK, so what have we got?" I showed her a photo of my top prospect. "Oh wow. She looks great. Love the dress. Experience?"

"Plenty. To say she's been around the block is an understatement. I think she's probably fucked her way through half the male population of the country. She's even done a little porn."

"This just keeps getting better."

"The clients are going to be in love with her. She is the most talented cock sucker I have ever seen in my life. Want to see?"

"Absolutely," said Zara enthusiastically. I glanced around to make certain no one was watching, turned off the audio on my phone and showed her a porn video featuring the candidate. "Oh my lord," she exclaimed loudly. "This is, like, a whole new education for me, and I thought I was a massive cum slut. I should be taking notes."

Suddenly, we were distracted by the clatter of a spoon dropping to the floor and became aware of someone to our immediate right. A mouse quiet server carrying a tray had somehow snuck up on us. She'd been staring, wide-eyed, at the phone screen until she realized she was caught. Her gaze instantly flicked up to meet Zara's fierce glare.

"Erm, who ordered the iced coffee?" she said quickly with a guilty grimace.

"Here." Zara pointed to the empty place in front of her where the cup was dutifully placed.

The server nervously held out a jug to the deeply displeased customer. "Can I top you off with cream?"

"I get enough at work. Now go away." Zara watched carefully to ensure she was gone and returned her attention to me. "Awesome find. I knew I could rely on you. What's her name?"

"Saskia."

"She's so hired, obviously."

I smiled. "You read my mind. Already taken care of. Booked in for tonight." I flipped to the next picture. "OK, next we have Evie." I showed her a photo of the fairy that had so enchanted me. Zara, while not as immediately taken with her as with Saskia, looked impressed enough.

"Yeah, she's got a totally different vibe. She's not like the girls we usually work with, but I can see the potential. Super cute."

"She's great, really awesome. She's charming, sweet and has got a confidence in herself like you wouldn't believe... " She heard me trail off.

"But... experience?"

"None of any kind. She's never even had a boyfriend."

"Shame, that is a problem, but we'll circle back around to that one. What's the next option?"

I looked at her seriously. "That's it."

Zara looked aghast. "Please tell me you are joking." I shook my head slowly. "Oh my god. Mia! We need people for tonight!" she shouted. "Tonight!"

"I know, there was hardly any time, and this was the best I could do." She calmed down.

"You're right. I'm sorry, you tried your best under difficult circumstances and we are where we are." She sank into her seat. "Call Evie right this second. Don't worry about her inexperience, we'll make it work somehow. Do anything it takes to get her on board. Beg if you have to."

"I'm not sure about this. There's no time to train her. We need sissies that can hit the ground sucking."

"This, Mia, is an emergency situation. This late in the day I am so fucking desperate, I will take any warm body that can serve a drink and land on her knees."

Suddenly we heard a bang under the table. "Sorry I hit my head," said the stealth server. "I was just getting the spoon I dropped." She held up the offending cutlery and I watched the server of drinks as she slowly got up off her knees. I turned back to my business partner with a quizzical expression.

"With some obvious exceptions," Zara said firmly, simultaneously making clear the intruder should be gone.

"Look, I think we should pass. We'll have to manage somehow."

"Mia, how in hell are we going to manage twenty thirsty guys with only three mouths? Four's not even close to enough." She sat back and looked at me suspiciously. "So, what's the real problem here?"

I sighed. "OK, I'll level with you. I really like her and I was hoping to maybe ask her on a date."

"Good for you." She looked confused. "And... what?"

"Well, obviously I couldn't date someone I'm recruiting. The candidate is going to think there's some kind of quid pro quo situation going on. It's a betrayal of professional ethics."

She looked at me with exasperation. "What is it you think we do here?"

"We're fantasy experience managers."

"What brand of concentrated corporate bullshit have you been huffing today?"

"All of them, I work in HR."

"Let me clarify the situation for you." She raised her voice to near shouting and slammed her fist on the table for emphasis. "We are two prostitutes, trying to hire other prostitutes, to help us with our prostitution."

"Who wants the check?" We both turned our heads sharply in startled unison. The omnipresent ninja was standing right there again, smiling uncomfortably, pretending she heard nothing. Zara wearily threw her credit card at her and sharply wafted her hand to dismiss her, watching closely as she scuttled off to make certain she was actually gone.

"Hookers, Mia, do not have gold standards in professional ethics," she continued. "First fucking hire her and then fucking fuck her. In fact, fuck her before hand if you think that will help. I don't care what you do. Just get her to the event. Do you understand?"

....

"How did you do it?" Zara asked, staring at Evie with amazement.

"I'm a quick worker when I have the motivation," said Evie.

We were gathered at our next engagement, just waiting for the stars of the show to arrive. Impossibly, she had managed to make herself a beautiful maid's dress at five hours' notice. "That'd probably take me about five months if I managed it at all."

"She's very talented," I said, putting my arm around the new recruit's waist and hugging her.

"Look, I even made my own cock cage." Evie pulled up her skirt and wriggled down her panties. She proudly displayed the pink leather encasement, tied off with a bow around the back of her little balls.

"That's the cutest thing I've ever seen." The doorbell rang, and Zara looked at her watch. "Already?" She turned to my other find. "Saskia, darling, can you get that please? Remember to curtsy, call him Sir, get his coat."

The experienced, tall maid with long blonde hair got up from the couch. "I know the drill." She strutted out of the room with a self-assured model's walk.

"All set?" I asked Evie, offering her a tray of wine glasses.

She looked at me with determination in her eyes. "I came here to drink champagne and suck cock." She picked up a flute from the tray and swigged it down in one gulp. "And I've just finished my champagne."

"Actually, this is for you to serve to the customers."

"Oh."

"But keep up that enthusiasm."

Sakia came back through and who else did she have on her arm but my biggest fan. We hadn't expected anyone for half an hour but Premature Pete was nothing if not early. He rushed towards me and stuck his tongue down my throat. It was not unwelcome and I didn't want it to stop, but after a few moments of delightful kissing I was forced to pull away as I had urgent business. "Pete, sweetie, I need a big favor."

"Anything for you, Mia."

I pulled Evie in close. "You see this cute little fledgling I have here under my wing? She's called Evie. Well, you see, she's never sucked before and I need to get her game up to scratch and fast before I throw her in at the deep end. For that I need a wonderful, loving, real man like you. I know I usually do you, but is there any possibility you could make an exception tonight and help out a damsel in distress?"

"No problem Mia, whatever you need."

"Thanks Pete, you're the best." I hurriedly took the pair through to a bedroom. "OK, you stand there Pete." He unbuckled himself and I pointed at Evie. "Knees." I sat myself on the bed, ready to direct proceedings.

Evie beamed a wide grin as she got down in front of him. "I'm so excited."

"Okay," I said. Unusually for Pete, he was flaccid. "Lick it until he shows his appreciation for you." I didn't think it would take long. She tentatively touched the end of his cock with her tongue as if it might be poisonous. "Evie, show him how desperate and eager you really are for that delicious cock. Kiss it. Lick it." It didn't take long before Pete was ready for action.

"Now get to work." She put her lips around him. "Form a nice tight seal and get your head motion going, backwards and forwards." She only moved a couple of inches down his shaft. "Get as far down as you can, as deep into your throat as possible." She was sucking with more depth, but was far too slow. "Come on! You're a sissy, don't let me down, give me some enthusiasm." She picked up the pace.

"Darling, you're doing great down there," encouraged Pete. "Don't you worry about little miss dominatrix over here." Perhaps I was being a bit harsh, but I had one shot to make a true sissy out of her or we were in trouble. I'd have to be bad cop to his good cock.

"Let's give him a bit of variety," I said. "Lick the length of his shaft for a while." Evie switched it up. "The secret to a good blow job is never to keep doing the same thing for too long. Work your tongue under the tip. You know where he's most sensitive."

"That's awesome, sweetie," said Pete. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were Mia."

"Okay, back to sucking. Now I want you to make some noise, moan like the whore you are." She made some suitable sounds of enjoyment. "I want you to visualize that with every stroke a man is pumping deeper and deeper into your ass. With each suck of your lips, you're getting closer and closer to orgasm." I saw her hips start to move in time to her mouth motion as if she were imagining being taken. "He's huge Evie, he's found your spot, he's stretching you out, he's so big that you can hardly contain him. He's banging you Evie, harder and harder and harder." Her moaning, got louder and louder, reaching a fever pitch as she sucked with intense energy.

She was doing her best but seemed to be flagging a little. I was surprised Pete was lasting so I thought I'd hurry it along. I knew all he needed was the right encouragement. I dropped the straps of my dress and smiled at him while playing with my breasts. I could see from his face that the magic was about to happen and he closed his eyes, almost immediately blowing his load into her mouth.

The influx of cum surprised her and she almost gagged, quickly withdrawing from his cock. It looked like she was about to spit it out, but I tipped her head back. "No, no, sweetie. Swallow for me." She gulped and took it all down, then sat up with a triumphant smile.

"Was it okay?" she asked, hoping for validation.

"Awesome," said Pete. "I think that's the best one yet. Evie grinned but I was offended. "Present company excepted," he quickly added.

"Congratulations, I think you're going to make it as a sissy maid," I said to her. "You've passed cum-slut 101 with flying colors."

"Woo!" She threw her hands in the air. "I'm a certified cock-sucker. I'm exhausted though and I think I nearly came myself."

"Let's take a break. You need to save you strength for the next ten to twelve blow jobs you'll be dispensing tonight."

"Is that all?" she said with a defiant smile.

The three of us climbed on the bed with Pete in the middle. He turned toward me and we started kissing for a while before I rolled onto my back and became lost in thought. My hand instinctively reached over to him and I started stroking and teasing his balls.

"Pete, sweetie, you know I adore having sex with you, but I was starting to ache for a little more in life. Something like you've got going with Beth."

"Can't blame you, Mia. Everyone needs a Beth."

"I fell in love with a girl Pete, almost at first sight, and I think I'm going to have to cheat on you a little."

"You're only human, Mia. If she's the right one, I'll allow it."

"I'd appreciate your opinion on that. Why don't you turn around the other way and let me know what you think of her."

He rolled to face Evie and then turned back to me. "She has my approval, Mia."

"Thank you, sweetie. Could you deliver a message for me, please? I would be honored if she would consider going on a date with me."

Pete rolled back over again. "Mia's a fantastic girl, Evie. If I weren't married, I'd have snapped her up myself. I would be privileged if you would take care of her for me."

Evie gave Pete a gentle kiss. "Can you tell Mia, please Pete, that I would love to go out with her." He was just about to return to me when she stopped him "There's just one thing. I hope she's not expecting me to put out on the first date."

Pete looked shocked at the accusation. "Mia's a true lady, Evie. She will always respect you."

"I have no doubts about that, Pete. I'm more worried that after fucking my way through a dozen guys tonight, I won't have the energy."

...

It was early on Sunday afternoon. After our respective duties were done, we'd spent most of the previous night at the client's house, kissing and talking excitedly about anything and everything, like two silly girls at a sleepover. After a few hours' rest in each other's arms, I'd taken Evie into town and we were walking hand-in-hand through a busy street, idly considering where to stop for lunch. She had on a white mini-dress covered in black polka-dots, but I'd regressed, back into jeans and a shirt.

"You know, a boyfriend has his charms." She stopped walking and squeezed my hand, pulling me towards her for kiss. "And I really feel like a girl right now." I smiled. "But I wish Mia could be with us."

"I'm right here!"

"No, you're not. You faintly resemble Mia, I think you might be her brother, but you're different."

"How am I different? I'm the same person."

"No, you're not. You walk differently."

"I'm not wearing heels."

"That's not it. And your gestures are different too. Mia's so expressive, she's alive with movement!" Evie waved her arm, simulating what I apparently unconsciously did.

"You've been holding my hand the whole time, how could I be gesturing."

"You don't smile; she smiles all the time." I forced up my lips. "That's not her smile."

"Maybe it's because she wears makeup." Evie got a lipstick out of her purse.

"Can I check?"

"Not here!" I protested.

"You're so stoic, you're so reserved, you keep your emotions tightly locked up. She's gregarious, full of stories and never stops talking. She babbles everything that's on her mind. You're the strong, silent type."

"I've said words."

"Not much beyond asking where we should go for lunch."

"I was busy thinking."

"What were you thinking?"

"How hot you look in that cute little dress."

"You're a wonderful boyfriend," she kissed me again. "But tell me, what does Mia think about it?"

"She's insanely jealous of you, and is desperate to be wearing that dress right now, but she can't."

"Your mind is so much like mine. It's a weird, conflicting, duality of thought we have, isn't it?"

"I wrestle with it every day, but it's who we are."

"You know I wore this dress today because it has a special meaning to me and today's a very special day, being my first real date with a boy and all."

"Did you make it yourself?"

"Nah, I bought it and there's a little story behind how I ended up with it. Only about three years ago, Evie hadn't yet come out into the world at all and was nothing but a figment of my imagination. I was in a clothing store, the one just a couple of blocks back actually. I was wearing jeans and a shirt, much like you and browsing for a new jacket in some bland style or other, but then I glanced across into the female section and I saw a woman picking out this exact dress. I was completely captivated, watching her holding it against her body, checking herself out in the mirror."

"This wave of intense jealousy like you wouldn't believe washed over me. It just wasn't fair that I was consigned to the boring men's section. Why was I forced to pick from six indistinct gray hoodies? I wanted to be over there, with all the pretty dresses and cute skirts. That's where I was meant to be. Do you know what happened next?"

"What?"

"I rage-quit masculinity on the spot."

"Wow. That sounds like you turned into the Hulk and ripped apart your shirt or something."

"Pretty much. I went over there, tore that dress from the rack and bought it. The lady at the checkout couldn't have been nicer. I didn't lie, I told her straight-up and proudly that it was for me and I was excited because it was my first ever dress. She sold me some underwear and shoes to go with it. I went to the changing rooms and put it all on, I dumped my man clothes on the spot and just ran out of the store twirling around like I was insane. You can't imagine how incredible it felt. After years of pent-up frustration, finally I was free."

"I can almost feel the release with you."

"I walked for block after block smiling at anyone who's eye I could catch. I must have gone for a mile, but then I realized something?"

"What?"

"I'd left my wallet and phone in my jeans pocket, back at the store."

"Doh!" I grinned.

"Yeah, I had to go back with my tail between my legs. I found the same store assistant again and she helped me get it back. She sold me a purse." Evie held up the bag she had over her shoulder. "But do you know what I've felt, every single day since then?"

"What have you felt?"

"Pure happiness."

"Good for you Evie." I hugged her and started to cry a little.

"Careful your manly mask is slipping and a little bit of Mia is leaking out." She wiped at my tears.

"Evie, I wish I had the confidence to be like you. I wish I could let Mia out from her fantasy world and set her free. I want to so much, but I just can't. I have so much invested in this male version of me that it's hard to leave it behind."

"Every journey has to start with a single step." She turned around. "Do you think we could skip lunch?"

"Erm, sure. What have you got in mind?"

"I would like to buy you a new dress, and I know just the right store."