My Only Talent Ch. 17

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The Goompers lead singer did a double take, and said "I didn't recognize you without the leashes, mask, and whip!" and we both laughed. He introduced me to the tall women, who were actually a 'very progressive country' music group called the Chiksee Dix, made up entirely of historically male pre-op transsexuals, appearing on stage as women. This was definitely for the 'keep Austin weird' crowd. They had formed the group as an inside joke, expecting to perform once at amateur night at a gay bar, but it had proved so popular that they got bookings and had actually delayed their surgeries. Their hormone and appearance regimens were well established, so they all appeared to the causal glance to be attractive, tall, and muscular women, but thanks to their always tight outfits, with some fairly obvious bulges in their pants. They said their doctors were now telling them it was well past time to go forward with the surgery, so the 'addicted to' performance was going to be there final pre-op stage appearance.

My curiosity then raised a few questions that I soon realized I really did not want to know the answers to. They were working with a video crew that was going to make a 'mock-umentary' of their final performance, and also shoot another music video for the Goompers while at the party, and had agreed to provide some footage for Cindy to give to TMZ and perhaps some other outlets. The two groups were going to combine to play for the musical and chorus line finale of the night, played just before dawn signaled the end of the party. The work session wound down, and everyone agreed to reappear for a dress rehearsal Sunday, and we all went our separate ways.

Saturday morning was spent at the Circuit of the Americas, with Millie, Gretchen, and I following Oiler around the pits while he set up wireless gear and monitors for three different constructors and six different cars. Ivor Greentree became a pitiless and perfectionist taskmaster, sending Oiler scurrying hither and yon with a seemingly endless set of tasks and adjustments. That is if someone almost six feet seven inches tall and weighing two hundred eighty pounds can be said to scurry at all. Both girls got their share of attention from the pit crews, and Millie was taking advantage of the abundant sunshine to wear a micro halter top that seemed to call out especially to Italian mechanics. Her command of Italian slang and some very pointed insults kept most of them at bay, but she did get pinched a few times. Gretchen was wearing a Greentree Racing tee shirt and white slacks, but her six foot three inch stature and amazingly full but athletic figure was drawing a lot of attention, too. One very short but very aggressive and persistent Italian back up driver was completely undeterred by her refusal to respond to his endlessly professed true love for her, until Oiler picked him up by the shirt collar and held him up one handed with his feet dangling almost two feet above the pavement, saying "She is my girl, Paco, so stay away!"

This engendered a chorus of laughs from the rest of his team and the other drivers hanging around, and left him sputtering. I also detected a clarion Suzie call from Gretchen, reveling in the attention and the strong claim Oiler staked on her, and guaranteeing him some hot buttered loving later in the evening if he survived his first day as Ivor's assistant. If this was just time trials, I shuddered to think how demanding Ivor would be during the actual race. Millie and I put in a brief command performance appearance at Sapiento's huge corporate suite high above the track, being introduced to a dizzying succession of European businessmen, two Saudi princes, a member of the British royal family whose exact family relationship status I could not completely discern, and a loquacious old British guy everyone called 'El Supremo'. I didn't get a chance to ask him if he knew Abelard Peters. When Millie responded to some of them in fluent Italian, faces lit up and rapid conversations followed. Gatti (the Fiat MILF) and Brujo Lagoria then joined our group, and when Gatti whispered a few phrases in the ears of some of her women friends I got wondrous gazes from most of them, and one surreptitious pat on the ass.

Millie and I left early to attend another work session for the addicted to party, and afterwards all of us roped Suzanne up to the trapeze in Lara's apartment and whipped and ravished her, penetrating her mercilessly with my cock, all of our fingers and tongues, and a couple of strap on dildos, until she screamed and squirted and sneezed so that she almost passed out. We cut her down and carried her to the shower, where she cried a river of happy tears, loudly proclaimed that she loved us all, and got gently washed and caressed. Then we all sat in Lara's kitchen and ate cereal with milk and fresh strawberries, telling stories of the happenings of the day. I had three bowls, and my stomach still growled.

Sunday we did not get the chance to go to the track, as we spent all day in party preparation. We had the race on the big plasma screens, and it seemed to go well. I wondered how well Oiler was doing. Cindy Nelson had indeed 'sexed up' my sexual fortune teller act, finding someone to make script changes and suggestions, helping to pick the woman we would have on stage, and had also incorporated all the Phi Phi pledges into the final number chorus number brilliantly. There were no other major surprises, except that the dress rehearsal of the final musical and dance number left me speechless, and very aroused. It was based on a music video I had seen before on an MTV segment about their top 20 hottest music videos, but this live version was immeasurably sexier. I was convinced that anyone who came to this party would never forget it. As we bid adieu to all the other workers, Cindy sat down with Lara, Millie, Suzanne and I and talked a bit about security.

"We have got to be vigilant about this party. Spear authorized money for a good security detail, and we have only handed the sheriff's badges out personally, and the final batch is not going out until tonight. But I don't think any of us can understand how hot the paparazzi are going to be to get to this party. They are already in an absolute lather about it, and once the teaser segment runs on TMZ in a few minutes, it will only get worse. Can anyone think of any risks we haven't covered?"

I decided there was one. 'Well, it may be nothing, but earlier this week a woman from the Tattler asked me about my relationship with Suzanne."

Suzanne looked funny. "When was this?"

"She approached me on Monday, during our 'fun run' around the lake. I thought she was one of Bob the Knob's group."

Cindy looked thoughtful. "Was her name Tessa Formby?"

"Yes. First she asked me directions around town, and then asked me out for dinner. When I said I had to hit the books, she asked me if I was hitting Suzanne."

Suzanne bristled. "She's not one of Bob's clients! I should have caught that."

Cindy laughed and adopted a British accent remarkably like Tessa's. "Well, no harm, no foul. She is a good actor and a persistent little bitch, and make you no mistake, Master Robbie! She can act sweet as sugar but she would sell her own mother into slavery for a juicy story."

"I had a negative reaction to her, also. I don't think she really liked me, anyway!" I poked Suzanne in the ribs with my elbow.

Cindy continued. "She also known for bribes to tradesman to dish up info on parties and celebrities, and they are often successful."

Lara said "I have an idea," and then whispered in Cindy's ear. Cindy smiled wickedly.

"Perfect. Do it! We'll co-opt that bitch and cut her off at the pass! Okay, final arrangements: we are running our own shuttle bus up from the entrance to the cul-de-sac, which should eliminate most of the camera from a vehicle tricks, but I am worried about those little hidden cameras that are so easy to buy and use these days. We went over Spear's cellular and camera jamming and focus spoofing systems, which had been upgraded for this event and the metal detectors at the only entrance. Then Lara grabbed the remote control for the plasma screen, and brought up the sound, as the TMZ segment began.

The on camera reporter was the comely young Phi Phi ESU alum that had first broken into an on air role with the AG scandal, and she was made up to the nines and smiling widely into the camera. Behind her was the setting for the "Prohibition Ball' that would kick off soon, billed as the 'last pit stop' and the official final celebration of the race week. "Behind me are the elaborate decorations at the Four Seasons for the Prohibition Ball, the final official social event of the first F1 race in the United States in years. Tonight's party will feature princes, dukes, and racing royalty from all over the world, with live jazz and big band dance music, capping what everyone says was a fabulous race on a wonderful new track and a very successful return of formula one racing to the States."

The camera shifted to a shot from the TV station's tall tower, showing the hotel at a distance and the shimmering sunset city scene around it. The view zoomed out to a distant shot, then out into the hills west of town. "But the real buzz tonight is for a mysterious and unofficial event tomorrow. Called the 'addicted to' after party it is to be held at an undisclosed location and an invitation to this party is literally the talk of the jet set tonight! Many of the glitterati that will fly out late tonight or tomorrow morning in transcontinental private jets would much rather be staying for this 'addicted to' event. Rumors about this party abound, describing it as everything from an ultra chic gathering of intellectuals and thought leaders to an exclusive invitation only sex orgy! But all the rumors agree on one thing -- the party will be addictive, and an invitation to next year's party will be even more desirable than this year!"

"But as usual, TMZ is on the job for you. I can reveal to you now for the first time that TMZ will be bringing you video coverage from the event, and you will not believe some of the people who will be there, and some of the people who will not be there! I can now tell you that at least one of Hollywood's biggest female box office stars will be dancing naked on stage at this event, and I can also tell you that your humble reporter will be too! I will be letting it all hang out, on camera, and on our next TMZ, you will see the video! Who knows who else you might see? Don't miss the next TMZ!"

The scene then changed to the 'bullpen' area where the TMZ staff is often shown discussing their stories. There were shocked looks all around.

A blonde surfer looking guy said "Forget about the Hollywood stars. I never believed that our own little ingénue even got naked to take a shower! But appearing naked in public and on video? That is the story of the century no matter what else happens there. How can I get to this party?"

The senior editor said. "Right now, everyone is asking themselves the same question. Plus I really want to know which stars are going to be there! I guess we will just have to wait and see!"

They cut to commercial, and Cindy Nelson drew in a sharp breath, saying "Holy Shit! She's going to do what I asked! This is going to be epic!"

Millie screamed in surprise. "I can't believe my Phi Phi sister is actually going to do it, but it will sure help her career!"

Suzanne, Lara, Millie and I had to get going for the Prohibition Ball. Suzanne drove us to Lara's place and we changed into the costumes Lara had ordered. I was not too familiar with the cable TV show that seemed to inspire the theme, but had seen a little of it in the TV lounge of the dorm as I walked by. Lara had on a red wig, and was dressed as a character called Gillian, an apparently crazy flapper madam, and Millie and Suzanne were dressed as two of her prime hookers. I was to be a character called Richard, dressed in a black suit, complete with little round glasses and a plastic mask covering half my face. I was soon pressed into service dancing with all three girls, and the band was really good. I also danced with Erminia, with some photographers taking pictures, for what purpose I was not sure.

There were conversations in at least ten languages around us, and all of the ones I could decipher concerned the 'addicted to' party. I heard that it was in a hidden ballroom in this very hotel, at Willie Nelson's golf course, and at an infamous nudist camp outside of town. I heard that everyone must enter nude, that you had to have a net worth of over $100M to be invited, and that the party was actually being thrown by Scientologists, Devil Worshippers, or both. The girls giggled at all this, able to understand even more of the conversations than I could.

Soon that 'El Supremo' guy and the mayor took to the stage, and announced a few of the visiting dignitaries. Then he announced that Sapiento and Erminia Gallo were making a $100M donation to found a neurosciences institute at the new medical school, and none other than Dr. Asa Weltschmerz appeared to accept the donation. Lara whispered in my ear, "Sapiento wanted to mention you, but I made Asa promise they wouldn't. I figured you would like to stay under the radar."

I gave her a hug. "Thanks, beautiful. I also want you to stay under the table whenever I ask!" She gave me that wonderful little smile. We danced a few more dances, but skipped the parties at the Bullock museum and at Haven. I was looking for some haven for the rest of the night, and some sleep, as I had two exams on Monday, and more on Tuesday a few hours after the 'addicted to' party ended. Cindy Nelson was off to both late night events, with Millie as her wing woman, plus two other even later parties at private homes, making sure she was plugged into all the gossip.

Suzanne, Lara, and I went back to Lara's place. Even though I had hit the appetizers pretty hard at the Prohibition Ball, my stomach was growling loudly. The girls promised to fix me a midnight supper if I would focus on them for a while. I could never refuse a lady, especially not two super hot ones. It soon become another of those 'shared body experiences' as I was so tuned into them that I lost track of where my body stopped and theirs began, and feeling their orgasms through our Suzie links became more pleasurable (and more frequent) than having one of my own. But I got a chance to do both, plus lots of hugs and then steak and eggs. Life was good. I walked back to dorm sore but sated, and fell asleep instantly.

Monday I hit early breakfast and tanked up, even though Suzanne and I had agreed not to run, given the hectic day and all night party plans. There was no exam in Rhetoric and Composition, we had a walk from the class, and Ms. Wyrickie was alone in the classroom to help anyone who needed last minute consultation on our term papers. I had already uploaded mine to the class webpage, but I gave Wyrickie a little stolen kiss and a butt pinch and headed for Engineering 101 early. I found an empty classroom and reviewed the units briefly, and when class started, I was ready as I was ever going to be. Lillehammer handed out the exams and it was taken almost verbatim from the UDP test files. I aced it, no problem. I then had the luxury of going to early lunch and eating a full and unhurried meal.

When I sat down, I saw many of the usual faces that frequented early meals. Two very attractive black girls sat down at the other end of my table, talking a mile a minute, and both radiating some very promising Suzie signals my way. I tried to keep my smile a few notches below a leer, and they giggled. The one girl stood and said "I have to go!" and took off, putting her tray in the clean up line and dashing out.

The other girl said "Orinda, wait, where are you..." but then she paused and looked at me funny. It hit me like a ton of bricks: I had heard her Suzie before, in the laundry room last Saturday night. Advantage, Mr. Roberts, and his serve. This might be fun.

"Hello, I'm Robbie Roberts!" I stuck out my hand.

She just looked at it, but her Suzie swooped and growled. Finally she said "Lizzie. Lizzie Reagan."

"I am pleased to meet you, Lizzie!" I reached out and took her hand, and raised it to my lips, kissing the back of it gently. Her Suzie blared again. I let her stew a moment, trying to detect images on her carrier and access her 'flight data recorder'. No luck so far, but I suspected she had somehow witnessed my session with Lara, and she had not withdrawn her hand, either. The closer view afforded me more details, and I liked what I saw. She was very shapely, and her clothes fit her just perfectly. Her dark brown eyes mostly danced with intelligence, even though they were staring at me dumbfounded right now.

"Do you live in this dorm?" I asked her.

I counted to three in my head, and then she finally said yes.

"I think I have seen you at early meals before." I waited a beat, and then said "Do you remember seeing me?"

Her eyeballs bounced. "No, I don't think so..." she let it hang. Lizzie was a very poor liar. Her eyes gave her away, even if her Suzie had not telegraphed excitement and suddenly her carrier and her 'black box' (so to speak) was revealed to me. She had seen Lara and me all right, from a few feet away in the laundry room, and she had really, really liked what she saw. I decided to have a little more fun with her.

"I know this is a busy time of year, and we probably both have busy schedules in general, but perhaps after the break we could spend some time together and get to know each other better?"

She looked doe eyed, and said nothing. Finally, she said "Well. I am pretty busy and I have a boyfriend, and..." she let it hang again.

"Oh, no pressure at all, Lizzie, and didn't mean to come on too strong. I would be very surprised if a lovely girl like you didn't have several boyfriends. But since both of us live in this same dorm, maybe we could just do laundry together, or something?" I sent a very powerful Suzie image of her up on the washing machine naked, with me kissing her. Sonar Contact!

I took her hand, still in mine, and kissed it again, keeping eye contact all the time. Her eyes got big as saucers. I suppose a fellow has to try to set up a pipeline for next semester, just in case. It's my dating duty, after all.

I went back to the room and found Kevin just beginning another last minute cramming session which would extend until his last exam on Wednesday morning. He would then join his dad and wife number three, currently on good terms, for Thanksgiving in the Bahamas, and Lou was going too. My they were becoming quite a couple, and he had not brought up the two on one scenario with her again. I grabbed my backpack and the materials for my last two exams and went looking for an empty classroom, having to go all the way north of Taylor Hall to find one. I knocked off all my review points and could recreate the old tests and answer keys from memory, and I could work all the problems in the text book chapters assigned, and my answers checked. I was ready, and by then it was almost time for the supper line to open. It was the perfect timing for steak night, and I chowed down enthusiastically, with two desserts for brain food. Fully sated, I planned a two hour nap before showering and heading to Lara's for our final costuming session.

.....

Tessa Formby was getting desperate for some solid information on this final after party. The TMZ tease segment flaunting their obvious inside access had sent her editor and publisher totally round the bend, and her phone was full of texts and emails demanding some sort of scoop to compete with TMZ. Her usual contacts would only tell her that they had invitations, but were afraid to tell her anything more, fearing they would lose their invites if it came out that they were her source. One of them showed her his sheriff's badge invite, but would only let her take a picture after he obscured the serial number and QR code so it couldn't be traced back to him. She suspected some of the others didn't even have invitations, and didn't want to reveal that fact to her. She had tried bribing folks at the Four Seasons, and the top caterers that might be serving, and the booking agents she knew, with no results. She did discover one magician who pulled out of an appearance at the last minute to take a big gig in Vegas, but that was just an aside, not a real story. Finally, down to her last hope, one of the concierges at the Four Seasons called her back, saying he could put her in touch with a limo driver who knew all about the party. The driver would pick her up at the front of the hotel, and guarantee her a major story, but she would have to leave all cameras and recorders behind, and he would make her prove she had no such devices with her, and would demand several pre-conditions and would still be owed some future favors in return. She agreed, as she really had no other options.

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