Life and Time of Lady Vargos Ch. 14

Chapter 14

"Friend or Foe"

Martin sat on the bench with Darren in the garden trying to determine how this young man was going to take advantage of this situation for his own gain. What was his angle? Martin now believed that everybody had a reason or was being rewarded in some way for being near him.

Martin wasn't sure how to approach the man. He hadn't been hostile or aggressive toward him. He had actually seemed quite pleasant so far.

"Darren, you do know why you are here don't you?"

"Spend some time with a lovely crossdressed man such as yourself," he said looking at Martin with a pleasant smile.

"You are here to have an affair with me so I can get a divorce from my husband. We need to have obscure meeting places and well you know..."

"Sex?" the young man said still smiling.

"Yes. Sex," Martin said with less enthusiasm than Darren had just displayed. "We must be seen in public showing some affection for each other also to start rumors.

Martin lowered his eyes and straightened his skirt at the thought of doing such a thing.

"That's fine, I can do that for you," the man said seeming ready to start right away.

"Look Darren, I know you are a professional concubine and that sex with strangers is something you are used to, but it is not as easy for me. Can you understand that?"

"Sure," he said just a little to quickly for Martin's satisfaction.

"I am only doing this with you because it is the only way I have of getting this divorce and getting out of this hell I'm living. I'm not gay. Understand? So could you take it easy on me when it's time? Please?"

Martin looked to the man with serious but erotically made up eyes.

Darren took Martin's hand in his. He looked at the large diamond on Martin's wedding ring, and tilted his hand to get the full effect of the sparkle.

"Mrs. Vargos," he started then shook his head with a quick chuckle, "I am not as you say a professional concubine. I am only guilty of enjoying the company of pretty crossdressed men such as yourself. I do have my name on dating and TG sites looking for such beautiful men to rendezvous with, and you are one of those men Mrs. Vargos."

"I don't want to be the beautiful crossdressed man in your life Darren, I want out of my marriage to the Baron and then out of the country all together. I want to be a man again."

"I understand, but what is it you want from me then? I'm being honest with you. I do find you very attractive dressed as a woman and you having a male anatomy and looking like that has an arousing effect on me personally."

"Oh great, you should fit right in with the rest of the perverts around here," Martin said at that statement.

"Mrs. Vargos, I was contacted on your behalf. I did not seek you out. You are the one who is asking me to have sex with you and treat you as a woman but you don't want me to like doing it? Are you sure you want me to do this at all? I don't need the insults."

Martin looked at him.

"Yes I want you to do this. Geez!" Martin said in frustration. "I can't believe I'm saying this, just please understand I am a straight man. I am trapped here. I feel imprisoned in this arranged marriage that is based on sick ideas of wife ownership and I am doing this because I have no other choice."

Darren stood up and then held out his hand to help up Martin.

"I will help you, but I want you to be beautiful and sexy for me while we do this. It has to work for both of us Mrs. Vargos," Darren said looking at him seriously. "It would be difficult for me otherwise."

He turned and began walking holding Martin's hand in his. Martin pulled his hand away and Darren stopped.

"What is wrong?" Darren asked.

"I don't want to hold hands while we are walking. It just makes me feel like some silly schoolgirl walking with her steady boyfriend."

"So?"

"I can't explain it Darren. It's just very humiliating is all. It's like I am happy being a girl, and I'm not." Martin said looking off in the distance.

"You mean you are willing to kiss and fondle me in public and then pull your panties down and let me mount you in private, but we can't hold hands because you feel like a silly school girl?" Darren looked at Martin. He touched Martin's chin and turned his head to face him.

"I find you very attractive dressed as a woman Mrs. Vargos. I know you are a man, but that is what turns me on about all this. I will do this for you and I will be gentle and caring, even loving. I might be a little bashful myself about doing some things in public, but I am willing to do them if that is what you want. I will help you get your divorce."

Martin looked at the sincerity in the man's eyes and then lowered his lashes.

"Thank you Darren."

"Your welcome. I would like to hold you hand as we walk. May I?"

Martin slowly extended his delicate hand with his long red fingernails and offered it to Darren. Darren slid his fingers between Martin's and gently closed his hand. He then proceeded to walk back to the house.

Martin didn't see any of the domestic help as they walked and nothing was said. Darren was taller than Martin even in heels and he had to look up slightly when looking him in the eye.

Martin wasn't sure what to think of this young man. He seemed very pleasant and willing. Martin knew now this man was in this for the fetish thrill. He had made that clear. What did it matter, he was a man willing to be seen around with Martin.

"At least he has no connection with these other sick bastards," Martin thought as they walked hand in hand. "I have to dress up anyway he might as well get a kick out of it if that's his thing."

Martin really couldn't convince himself of that though. Any man that was getting aroused because of him was humiliating to start with. Martin just knew this man had a hardon right now because he found him attractive. That was not something that made a straight man feel good, even a crossdressed man.

At the side door Darren stopped and kissed Martin's hand and then his cheek. Martin closed his eyes but stood still expecting a kiss on the lips next. It didn't come.

"I will see you tomorrow for lunch at the little cafe as over the plan. The motel is within walking distance from there," Darren said.

"Plan? I was unaware of the plan."

"That's what I was told," Darren said smiling. "I will be there."

"Ok," Martin said reluctantly.

The word motel just screamed sleazy sex to Martin. It was almost as if the words were interchangeable. Martin watched the young man walk away.

"I am having sex with that man tomorrow," Martin said softly to himself.

Martin found himself wishing to be in the company of the man now. Not because of any physical attractions but because for first time someone was actually nice to him, even if he was going to have sex with him. The man was understanding of Martin's feeling and seemed to want to help him through this ordeal.

Martin stepped inside the house and walked to the study.

"Oh there you are Mrs. Vargos."

It was Leanne who approached him at a quick pace. She was usually gone by now. He turned to face her.

"What is it Leanne," he said in a strong demanding male voice.

"Which color do you want. Platinum Blond, Cotton Candy Pink, or Jet Black," she said holding up samples for him to look at.

Martin looked at her. She grinned and pushed them closer so he could get a good look.

"You are usually gone by now."

"Yes, well I have decided to color your hair this afternoon. Then tomorrow since the Baron is gone, I will set your hair in the morning for the day. That way I can have a shorter day tomorrow."

Martin stared at her for a moment. "Was she aware he was having this luncheon tomorrow and meeting this man?" He wondered. She was doing all this to add humiliation and discomfort to the plan. But no that couldn't be. Constance had reason to keep this under wraps, and she couldn't know of the plan. It was just a coincidental and unfortunate timing for Martin who would have to endure this little surprise of Leanne's.

"Platinum blond would be fine," he said in a matter of fact type way. "When are you going to do this?" he asked.

"Now. I am ready. Let's get you strapped in the chair and we can get started."

"Fine," Martin said moving down the hallway to the styling chair his arms straight and palms facing the floor with a slight swing in his hips from walking heel toe in high heels. It was still a humiliating way to walk and still caused snickers behind his back from the domestic help in their frilly maids outfits.

Martin wasn't going to let her get under his skin.

"Do what you will bitch," he thought to himself, "I am on my way out of here."

As Martin was strapped in the styling chair he looked in the mirror. His hair was already in an ultra feminize hairdo and about to be redone on the whim of a woman had no concerns or use for the meaning of masculinity or manhood.

The chair was leaned back and Leanne began the process of changing Martin into a platinum blond.