It wasn't planned, but this smile of fortune could easily last for more than just one night...
Transcript: “Don’t you know it’s rude not to knock?” Marcus heard the angelic voice reprimand him playfully as he impatiently barged in to see what was taking Alex so long.
It’d been an hour since Marcus had last heard the heavy sprinkle of the water droplets pinging against the shower curtain and Marcus hadn’t been able to for the life of him understand why Alex wasn’t ready yet. Marcus had been exasperated as he had furiously paced the hall outside Alex’s room. Alex was going to make him late for his boss’s dinner party and that was not the sort of positive impression Marcus wanted to make his first month on the job! Fed up, Marcus had intended on giving Alex a piece of his mind, only to find every word vaporized by what awaited him in Alex’s room.
“It’s also rude to stare you know,” the voluptuous beauty he saw sitting on the edge Alex’s bed and who looked nothing like his housemate teased, before parting the curtains to give Marcus a better view—even the finest panorama of the world atop Mt. Everest on a clear perfect day would’ve paled in comparison.
The simple words seemed awkward coming out of his dry mouth, “I’m sorry, it’s just that…I’m not sure I…understand.”
The buxom bombshell, who Marcus knew to be Alex, but still couldn’t quite believe actually was, answered his half question-half statement nonchalantly, “I knew you only asked me to go with you to your boss’s dinner party as a friend because you couldn’t find a date, so I took matters into my own hands. I thought your boss might be more impressed if you showed up with a girl on your arm.”
Marcus nodded, the pieces slowly coming together. “Yeah, but…I mean…err…” Marcus hesitated, unsure of how to phrase his query, “you’re not actually a girl…right?”
Alex flashed Marcus a mischievous grin, pleased that he’d had to ask. Alex deftly uncrossed and re-crossed her unbelievably smooth long legs, pausing just long enough for Marcus to catch of glimpse of her carefully concealed cock, which had been securely tucked and taped between her supple thighs. She smiled innocently as Marcus’s cheeks grew redder than a summer strawberry. Marcus’s gaze slowly drifted upward towards her chest.
“Temporary silicone—self-adhesive breast forms, but very life like,” Alex explained as her hands cupped and squeezed her twin gorgeous peaks in demonstration. “I promise no one at the party will give it a second thought. Well maybe some of the men…after the party, when they’re alone…but anyways!”
Marcus watched mesmerized as Alex removed her head scarf and sashayed over to the vanity, her luxuriously hips swaying hypnotically from side to side, where a silky gold mane lay brushed and styled atop a faceless plastic head. Moments later, luscious long locks rolled gently over her shoulders, falling perfectly into a natural frame around her pretty face; the light blonde streaks did well to emphasize her spellbindingly blue eyes. And as Alex secured it with special tape and combed it to an even part, it was nigh impossible to tell that the luxurious locks were not her own.
Marcus’s gaping was interrupted only by the black lace push up bra that came flying into his face. “If you’re going to stay, you might as well help me get dressed,” Alex shrugged as she slid up a pair of sexy matching panties up her glorious legs, effectively concealing her little secret, her smooth flat front hinting at nothing but feminine allure. Marcus’s trembling hands probably doubled the time it would’ve taken her to put on her bra, but she just smiled as she let Marcus fumble with the clasp, then apologized as she ‘changed her mind’, undoing all his hard work in a matter of seconds and then asked him to help her into an exquisite, sheer, deep-purple dress instead.
“Well, how do I look?” Alex asked as he dabbed a few spritzes of perfume behind the ears.
“Stunning,” was all Marcus could utter as he stood there dumbstruck for a few moments. “Say, you wouldn’t also happen to be free Friday night…for dinner…just the two of us…would you?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Alex asked coyly.
“Only if you say yes.”
“Then it’s a date.” Alex planted a quick peck on Marcus’s cheek before grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. “Now come along dear, we don’t want to be late!”