The Agency Ch. 21

"You look so hot in that dress!" Brenda said just above a whisper, causing the gentleman's eyebrows to raise at the words.

"Thanks." Michelle could feel her face burning from embarrassment.

As the elevator reached the ground floor, the doors opened. With a small flourish the gentleman held the door, leaning forward slightly saying, "Ladies, after you of course!"

"Thank you!" Brenda eagerly replied, taking Michelle by the arm again and leading her outside.

"Are you okay?" Brenda asked as they reached the outside.

"Sorry," Michelle replied softly, "sometimes I still battle with, well, with this."

"With being a girl?" Brenda's voice was filled with concern as she asked the question.

"Yeah." Michelle replied looking downward.

"I think you look amazing," Brenda said, giving Michelle's hand a squeeze, "and while I didn't know you before you started here, you seem quite happy to me! Are you happier as Michelle?"

"I'm definitely less of a loser as Michelle." She giggled.

"Well then, you have that going for you!" Brenda replied. "I think you're pretty damn hot, and you mean more to me than I could ever convey!"

"Thanks," Michelle responded, "it's just that every so often there's this little voice that comes up and makes me doubt everything." Michelle felt somewhat relieved confiding in Brenda like this. "I haven't told anyone that, not even Babette."

"I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me."

Brenda led them into a small bistro, where they went to one of the outdoor tables. With lunch ordered, they continued their conversation. Michelle was far more comfortable, she leaned forward, openly holding hands with Brenda as they discussed her concerns and the voice that reared its ugly head earlier. Brenda was relieved to hear that Michelle wasn't the only one questioning what was going on. It wasn't like this was a normal relationship for either of them! Brenda had met at least 20 other Agency girls while at the plastic surgeon's office, but Michelle was the only one she'd ever been attracted to along the way. She still couldn't put her finger on why, there was just something about Michelle that she connected with.

"Just so you know," Brenda gave Michelle's hands a firm squeeze as she spoke, "I don't know what it is about you, but I connect with you like I've never connected with anyone before, and I've certainly never been in a relationship like this before either."

"With a boy who wears girl's clothing?" Michelle chuckled.

"Or a girl with a penis!" Brenda quickly retorted.

The conversation paused for a moment as the waiter returned and collected their plates, dropping off the bill in the process. Brenda looked up quickly, catching the waiter's eyes lingering on Michelle's cleavage, then quickly walking away after he noticed that Brenda caught him in the act.

"If it's any consolation," Brenda said as she slowly stood, "I don't think our waiter cares one bit either way, but he's definitely a boob man!"

"I'm sure if you weren't wearing that sweater," Michelle said putting her hand in Brenda's arm, "that he'd be checking your girls out too!"

"Imagine if he saw you in that dress from the picture!" Brenda teased as they made their way to the street.

"If it's any consolation," Michelle said looking over her shoulder, "the other waiter seems to be an ass man, and only one of us is showing that off!"

"Don't worry," Brenda giggled, "I'll check yours out when we get back. Maybe I should get a strapon!"

Michelle stumbled at the words that came blurting from Brenda's mouth. "What?"

"Do you really want me to say it again?"

"NO!" Michelle answered, trying to compose herself. "But why would you say that?"

"Okay now, hear me out." Brenda leaned closer to Michelle as they walked down the street. "It's not that I don't love your tongue," Brenda said just above a whisper with an obvious shudder, "and that thing you do with your fingers sends me into orbit, but, there's something missing." Michelle wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or not yet. "Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of something," Brenda continued, "you know, phallic."

"You want me to wear it?" Michelle wasn't sure what was worse, the idea of Brenda pegging her, or having to put on a strapon to please her!

"Well, it's not like I can use yours!" Brenda couldn't help but giggle at that. "If you want, we can get a couple of attachments," she said as she opened the door to their building and held it for Michelle to enter, "and I can try it out on you too!"

"I'm not even sure how to respond to that!" Michelle felt scared and aroused at the same time.

"What's the matter baby?" Brenda asked as she held the door to the stairwell open for Michelle, "Don't you want me to fuck you too?"

"Oh my GOD!" Michelle blurted.

"Just think about it," Brenda teased as she stopped Michelle at the steps, then slowly slipped her hands down Michelle's dress, dragging her fingernails over Michelle's stocking covered legs as she stood and lifted her dress, "think how fun it would be!" Brenda's hands reached the tops of Michelle's stockings, touching the soft skin of her upper thighs, her fingers following the creases of Michelle's thighs while pulling her butt backward into Brenda's hips. "Doesn't it sound sexy as hell?" Brenda bumped her hips against Michelle's ass as she spoke. "I've read that some women even get off using one!"

Michelle's mind was racing so fast it was impossible to focus on any one thing. The rhythmic bumping of Brenda's body against her had her responding naturally with her butt pushing back to meet each thrust. Brenda's right hand slithered forward, coiling around Michelle's hip until she was cupping the front of Michelle's panties.

"Sweep your hair to the right." Brenda's voice firmer than before caused Michelle to automatically comply. "What do you think?" Brenda whispered into Michelle's ear before giving the back of her ear a lingering lick. "Want me to get one so I can fuck you too? It feels to me like you do!"

"Yesssss!" Michelle cooed, as Brenda's fingers deftly rubbed her satin encased balls.

"Mmmmm that's a good response," Brenda wickedly replied, "I guess I'll need to go cock shopping later!" Michelle's eyes fluttered at the thought.

A door on one of the above floors closing snapped them out of their moment. "Okay, that's it," Michelle said as she reluctantly pulled herself away from Brenda's grasp, "you need to stop hanging out with Ms. Allison!"

"Are you sure that's really what you want?" Brenda asked as they started up the stairs.

"Oh I can't think straight right now," a very flustered Michelle answered, "all I know is, I desperately want to please you."

"Sounds like we will have a fun night then!" Brenda replied, giving Michelle's butt a pinch.

"One of us will have more fun than the other," Michelle replied as they passed a woman descending the stairs, "because I'm going to have to figure out a way to get you all that you need and more to keep you from buying one of those things for yourself!"

"And here I thought you wanted to please me!" Brenda playfully pouted.

"Oh I definitely do!" Michelle responded.

"I know you do," Brenda said as they reached her floor, "and while I'm partly serious about toy shopping, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I appreciate that." Michelle responded, hugging Brenda tightly.

"But I just want to say," Brenda smirked as she cupped Michelle's bottom, "you do have a great ass!"

"Thank you," Michelle replied, reaching down with her hands and cupping Brenda's butt as well, "I think yours is great too!"

"Then I'll make sure to wear something to show it off for you tonight," Brenda gave Michelle a wink, "and you wear something pretty for me."

"I can do that." Michelle almost gushed at the idea of dressing up for Brenda.

"That's my girl!" Brenda replied before quickly pulling Michelle's mouth to her own, forcefully kissing her. As their kiss broke, Brenda slowly backed away, eyeing Michelle as she did. Michelle felt excited yet vulnerable, like Brenda was sizing up her prey. "Wear something sexy and pretty," Brenda said as she opened the door to exit the stairwell, "and something even sexier underneath."

Again, Michelle stopped short of calling Brenda Ms. Brenda when she replied. One thing was for sure, she was going to have to put a condom on over her cage, because her caged boy part was leaking like an old faucet at the moment! Making her way down the stairs and to her own part of the building, Michelle retrieved her purse making a B-line for the ladies room. Once in the stall, Michelle lifted her dress, adjusted her panties and removed one of the condoms she always kept.

"And I always wondered why some women carried panty liners with them?" Michelle chuckled to herself. "Although, I doubt it was the result of being horny."

The remainder of the day seemed to crawl for Michelle. One positive to her day dragging, Michelle had plenty of time to decide what she would wear this evening. It would be exactly what Brenda wanted. Michelle enjoyed the train ride home, accidentally letting her skirt slip upward to reveal a bit extra leg to the other passengers. She knew that at least two gentlemen were eyeing her legs, quickly and not exactly discreetly looking away if she happened to glance in their direction. It was impossible for her to deny the fact she enjoyed the extra attention she received as Michelle. There was just something about it that reinforced her self confidence. As her stop approached, Michelle slowly stood, readjusting her skirt, then giving one of her fans a quick wink before rushing out the open door.

Back in her condo, Michelle quickly removed her heels and dress, placing both neatly in the closet, before retreating to the bathroom to redo her makeup. As she entered the bathroom she turned on her hot rollers before sitting at her makeup table. Michelle went a bit darker with her lips, a touch more blush and mascara as well. Not enough to qualify for her strutting on a stage in Las Vegas, but enough to help her features stand out more in darker lighting. With that set, Michelle returned to her walk in closet, stripping her green lingerie and stockings in favor of a snug fitting white thong that rode high on her hips while plunging dangerously low in the front. The back of the thong had a small silver heart where the material met instead of the traditional fabric. Michelle then picked up a matching white bra with convertible straps, which she set to go over her right shoulder only. The bra had small pillows in each cup, and while they were removable, Michelle left them knowing they would only enhance her cleavage. Before leaving the bathroom, Michelle placed the hot rollers in her hair.

"Now, where is that dress?" She asked herself. "Oh, there you are!"

Michelle pulled a white satin dress from the hanger before carefully stepping into it. With the dress in place, Michelle slowly tugged the side zipper up until it reached the top. The dress covered her bra strap with a single strap, before cutting across her chest, showing plenty of cleavage as it did. Just under her right breast the dress had a triangular cut out, making it seem like it coiled around her body. The bottom had just enough ruching in the back to highlight her pert ass while giving enough extra material in the front to cover the bump from her cage. Michelle settled on a pair of white satin 4-inch heels with small ankle straps before returning to the bathroom to finish her hair.

"I never would have imagined it took this long to wear so little!" Michelle giggled to herself.

Michelle removed the hot rollers, letting the large rollers add body as well as curl to her long hair. Sweeping her hair back on the sides, Michelle slowly shaped the cascading curls down her back, which reached several inches below her shoulders. Quite pleased with the way her hair framed her face and left her shoulders bare, Michelle strode confidently back to the bedroom to rummage through her limited jewelry selection. She quickly settled on a gold necklace, with a small heart which sat just above her breasts, three gold bracelets for her wrist, and a pair of dangling earrings. Stopping at the full-length mirror, Michelle gave herself one final look over to make sure she had everything.

"I'd better take a cab tonight," Michelle said as she slowly turned to the side, "the subway is definitely not safe looking like this!"

Michelle picked up a small wristlet, transferring her ID, cards, and cash into it before adding her lipstick as well. As Michelle exited the condo, she locked the door, dropping the key into her wristlet and heading to the elevator. When the doors opened a couple was already inside, the older gentleman appeared quite thrilled to see Michelle, while his wife gave a rather disapproving look. Michelle took both as compliments for her appearance and happily joined them. As the elevator reached the lobby, Michelle stood aside, letting them exit first. She knew she couldn't trust herself not to give them some extra hip sway if she were to walk in front of them.

"Hi Mikey!" Michelle called to the doorman. "Could you be the wonderful man you are and hail me a cab please?"

"Anything for you!" Mikey said with a warm smile and wide eyes.

Michelle waited patiently for Mikey to signal, when he had a cab he waved, Michelle stepped out into the cooler night air, stopping more than a couple men in their tracks as she walked to the cab. Lightly touching Mikey's arm, and giving him a peck on the cheek as thanks, Michelle slipped into the cab giving the driver Brenda's address. As the cab took off Michelle texted Brenda letting her know she was on the way. Brenda replied back almost immediately with a few emojis, mostly of kissing faces. Michelle sat back and tried to relax as the driver negotiated his way to Brenda's. When they were less than a block away Michelle sent another text letting Brenda know they were pulling up soon. Before the cabbie even stopped Michelle could see Brenda approaching.

"Holy shit!" She said a bit louder than she'd wanted before sliding over in the seat.

"Wow!" Brenda exclaimed as she slipped into the cab next to Michelle. "You look hot!"

"Thanks." Michelle responded. "I like your outfit," she replied before leaning closer to Brenda, "there's no doubting who's wearing the pants in this relationship is there?"

"You're not mad about that are you?" Brenda asked as she placed her hand on Michelle's bare thigh.

"No, not really," Michelle replied a bit too terse to be convincing, "let's just say I am more shocked than anything."

"You know," Brenda leaned closer to Michelle as she spoke, "you're damn sexy when you're upset."

"Thanks." Michelle replied with an exaggerated eye roll.

Looking over at Brenda as they rode along, Michelle was slightly envious and very impressed by her outfit. Brenda had on the same or a similar pair of dress pants from earlier in the day, the turtleneck was gone, which was replaced by a dark gray satin blouse which gave just a hint of the black bra she had on underneath. Her hair was still in the French braid, but she now wore a short black jacket that fell between her waist and hips. If it weren't for the cut of the pants, the heels and blouse, Brenda's outfit had all the makings of a men's casual outfit. It was certainly more masculine looking than the snug fitting dress Michelle wore. If anyone assumed they were a couple, they'd automatically know who the "guy" in the relationship was without trying! The cab driver stopped in front of a rather busy looking restaurant where one of the staff quickly opened the door, extending his hand for Brenda.

"Here you go," she said to the driver, "keep it!" He nodded quickly as Brenda stepped out of the cab, then turned to Michelle and extended her hand. "Ready Sweetie?"

"Thanks." Michelle replied as she took Brenda's hand, instantly feeling incredibly exposed.

Brenda took Michelle's hand in her arm, leading her to the front door, which was held for them by the same person who'd opened the cab door. Michelle could see the young man looking her over and smirking slightly. Once inside, Brenda shook the Maître D's hand, which Michelle was sure included her passing him money, then referenced Ms. Allison in their exchange. The Maître D gave Michelle a cursory glance then nodded to Brenda. In spite of the large number of people standing around, obviously waiting to be seated, Brenda soon led Michelle to a small booth table for two. Brenda even went so far as to hold Michelle's hand as she sat, further emphasizing her gentlemanly role.

"Did you slip the Maitre D money when we got here?" Michelle asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes," Brenda smirked in reply, "pretty sly huh?"

"It definitely caught me by surprise!"

"Good evening ladies," the waiter said as he arrived, "here are the menus, can I interest you in drinks?"

"Yes," Brenda replied casually, "a cosmo for my friend and a glass of your house merlot for me please."

The waiter happily nodded before walking off. Michelle wondered if she should question Brenda ordering her drink, but, in actuality she more than likely would have ordered a cosmo anyway. There was also something nice about Brenda taking charge as well. Similarly, Michelle didn't protest when Brenda ordered their meals. Again, it was what Michelle would have ordered for herself, so she didn't protest.

"So," Brenda started as they enjoyed their meals, "you definitely managed to wear something sexy on the outside, what about underneath?"

"I believe your request was for something," Michelle paused, looking around a bit before continuing, "sexier underneath?"

"That's correct."

"I've definitely complied with that wish as well." Michelle answered with a slight blush.

"Was it a wish?" Brenda asked, "Or something more direct?"

"I guess it could be either," Michelle answered, beginning to wonder herself, "but I think more direct would have been if you told me what color to wear."

"Maybe I'll do that next time," Brenda replied, "or I'll just lay out a few things for you to put on."

"That would be interesting," Michelle said, "but it would remove the mystery of what I have on underneath."

The waiter returned, Brenda passed on dessert and asked for the check. Fifteen minutes later they were on the way back out of the restaurant and getting into a cab. As they sat in the back seat Brenda placed her arm around Michelle's shoulders, then placed her hand on Michelle's exposed thigh. Her fingers lightly stroked Michelle's thigh as the driver took off.

"While I do love this dress on you," Brenda whispered softly in Michelle's ear, "I have to admit I like you in stockings that much more."

"Really? Why?" Michelle whispered in response.

"I love the way the garter straps frame your sexy ass," Brenda replied before lightly nibbling Michelle's ear, "and they're kinda naughty."

"I honestly didn't think you paid attention to them." Michelle replied, stifling a soft moan.

"I didn't at first," Brenda replied, moving Michelle's hand to her thigh, "then I got a few pairs."

Michelle's eyes went wide as she touched the unmistakable lace top of Brenda's stockings through the thin dress pants she wore. Her fingers lightly glided over Brenda's leg, finding there was no garter clasp holding them up. Michelle's interest was now piqued, what was Brenda wearing underneath? How would their stockings feel rubbing against each other while they kissed? Michelle had to focus, her rebellious appendage was straining at the confines of her cage, aching for release.

"We're here ladies!" The cabbie exclaimed while taking a long look at them in his mirror.

"Here you go," Brenda replied, stuffing a few bills through the divider, "keep the change!"