The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 14

Denver's dual life as himself and his female alter-ego Rachel was consuming him like a tree shredder, but he was loveing it.

A few trips after the visit to Samantha's shop, Denver rolled over in bed next to Charlie. It was the Saturday morning, the night after the night Friday before. They were in Charlie's apartment, which was a suite under the penthouse reserved for the Thornbury's Manager. The apartment had been decorated in the same style as the hotel, and every inch was wonderful, but cluttered by photos, magazines, books, sports equipment, and the realities of real life. The panoramic windows looked out on a fabulous view of the bay, while Egyptian cotton curtains swung in the gentle breeze meandering its way in from the marble balcony. The bed was soft, a safe haven from the reality beyond.

From bed Denver admired the serpentine curve of Charlie's breast while she looked intensively at the contents of her phone. He was relaxed and in a warm clean bed. There was something thrilling about looking at her naked body. Denver looked up, some times Charlie would take selfies of themselves together in bed on Rachel's phone. She had quite a collection. There were many before/after pictures. These had been curiously reassuring as Rachel really didn't look anything like Denver. Someone would have to be pretty upclose to tell, certainly photos lied. There were other shots. Some were Beth's makeup tests, taken and sent to Levant for and'Ok' if he wanted 'a new look'. Charlie took other personal shots of Rachel 'to help her get turned on'.

"What are you looking at?" Denver asked.

Charlie shivered "Sorry" she said "you still have the wig and makeup on, but you're using Denver's voice that freaks me out when you do that. Look there is another photo of you both on Twitter in your new dress."

Denver sank slightly into the sheets. Levant's regular trips to the bay and their frequent meetings were starting to draw attention to Rachel. She had set up her own email, Instagram, and Twitter accounts because the fake ones others had made were annoying. Levant followed her eagerly, as he loved Twitter. This had led to people following Rachel on Twitter and Instagram. Nevertheless, people were interested in what Rachel had to say.

"Really?" Denver said, using Rachel's voice, as he reached out and tilted the phone towards himself. It was another photo of Rachel and Levant, getting out of a limousine and walking into an expensive restaurant. Denver relaxed, noticing that half of Rachel's head was missing in the photo.

"Why are you liking it?" Rachel said, releasing the phone.

The photos had a couple of responses, mostly people liking Rachel's dress but commenting that she wasn't wearing enough makeup. It hurt because Levant had made a similar comment, which seemed a bit harsh. The Rachel in Denver felt like she had let people down, and liking the photo seemed like a minor self betrayal.

"It's one of Samantha's dresses," Charlie said, taking the phone back. "You should like it too."

Denver reached into the draw and pulled out his pair of glasses. A selection of Charlie's sex toys rattled as he rifled through to find them. Then Denver grabbed Rachel's phone knocking something to the floor. It was a new set of car keys.

One night over dinner, conversation had turned to one of Levant's favourite subjects, cars. Rachel had mentioned her love for driving games to Levant. On his next trip, Levant surprised her with a visit to his motor racing team. They started with a tour of the team he sponsored. Then they drove to a test track in Levant's Porsche 911. He booked a whole racing course for their exclusive use that afternoon. Levant even had someone drive over his Tesla for them to use. The evening had been filled with Rachel racing against Levant's Porsche 911 in a real Tesla Roadster. Despite Rachel's skills, Levant was determined to win. "Racing was tricky in heels," Rachel said, or perhaps she let him win. It had been a fun time for both of them, and Levant was pleased, which made Rachel happy.

At the end of the day Levant said that he was putting Rachel on the insurance for the Tesla and letting her drive it when ever she wanted. Unfortunately, only Rachel's name was listed on the insurance, so it didn't benefit Denver much. Nevertheless, Denver had come over to the Thornbury a couple of times and pretended to be Rachel. She had gone to a poetry slam with Charlie and even ventured out to a liquor store, where she flashed her fake license and walked out with some beers for some school friends back home and decent wine for herself.

Rachel liked the idea of the car, but she was also apprehensive about getting pulled over for speeding. If the police stopped her, they might figure out her real identity, and the whole facade could come crumbling down. As a result, the Tesla normally lived in the hotel's garage, charging.

"Photos of shoes are easier," Denver said as he reached over to Charlie's thigh. He just wanted to look into her eyes in the morning. She was wearing no makeup and it gave her an innocence he couldn't define. Charlie didn't release her fierce grip from her phone while Denver explored her flesh. Suddenly Denver found something and stopped.

"Are you wearing William?" Denver asked.

Charlie looked over and shrugged "What if I am?"

Amongst Charlie's sex toys were two double-ended dildos, named Richard ( long for Dick) and William ( long for Willy). Richard was a smaller diameter one which was designed for pegging. It had a vibrator in the base which could massage a prostate. William was a double-ended life-sized flexible cast of a man's dick complete with balls and a small pump.

A few times, they got drunk and then went into one of the normal cheaper rooms and played sex games. Charlie continued the one called 'The business man and the call girl' another was the 'Lesbian love affair' and 'the actress and the director' with Charlie as the director.

During the third 'businessman and the call girl' session, Charlie had begun by giving Denver the mother of all blow jobs. Then she had slipped on a shirt, jacket, and tie on and insisted that they swapped rolls. Rachel had licked Charlie out before, but this time Charlie had slipped a jell dildo on. Rachel, who at this point was both high and fairly drunk, had obliged and taken the jell dildo into her mouth. It was just a lump of plastic, after all. Charlie had luxuriated in every second of this.

Rachel justified to herself this she had been OK with this as the whole organ wasn't real. Rachel had taken the jell dido as deeply as she could. They had laughed, and Charlie showed how much further she could go on Denver's cock. Now challenge Rachel had demanded a second go and got further but was still behind. After another session, Rachel got a bit further down the shaft. They competed, seeing who could take the most with the loser taking shots. Then giggling, Charlie had produced William.

Denver couldn't remember much about the night, but William did have a slight hint of honey and pistachios. The only other arguable fact about the night was that Charlie had made the loudest orgasm groan she had ever done. It was like an angel hitting an epiphany, the sound had been so beautiful. Then Charlie had squeezed a pump that had squirted some vodka into Rachel's mouth. Charlie had taken a few private shots of Rachel face fucking William between Charlie's pin stripe suit legs. Rachel wanted them deleted, but Charlie said she found them incredibly hot. Rachel's phone had been out of her control enough. Rachel knew if Charlie wanted to blackmail her, she had enough material to make sure Denver's family would never speak to him again. Some of the shots were so bad some of the men in his neighborhood would probably stab him. Still, it had been a fun night. Rachel had done gone down on William a few more times, getting better but still not beating Charlie's record.

Charlie laughed when Denver challenged her about Richard. Richard, she told Denver she had read, was about communication between couples. Finding out what each other liked and wanted.

"I told you before I'm not into that gay..stuff." Denver said. "I bet you have never done this with Logan."

"Ha," Charlie said "Who do you think I got Richard for? He has a very erogenous prostate. He says you really haven't come until you've come like that. I've lost count of how often I've banged him."

"And what about William?" Denver said.

"Well, that's more for oral play. If we were around full time he said he would love to get a series of dilators until I could use William on him," Charlie said while she was scrolling through her photos.

Denver wasn't sure what a dilator was but winced at the thought of it.

"And," Charlie said, "he's secure enough in his manhood to be taken by a woman from behind."

That was Charlie's second unanswered request. Last night Denver had agreed to hold Richard and a hand full of Maude Shine lubricant on Charlie's 'Rear cunt' as she called it. Her back had arched gracefully under Rachel's attentions. It was like stroking a hugely satisfied cat. Charlie's slim body had a wonderfully toned ass. The curve in Denver's mind evoked the image of a crest of smooth Virginian mountain snow. Rachel had held it and pushed it up Charlie's rear. Once Richard had brought her to orgasm Rachel had lifted up her short skirt and began taking Charlie doggy style. It had been disgusting and fun. Now Denver felt terrible, even dirty.

Charlie relaxed. "Look, I'm sorry. I know you're young. I keep forgetting that you're not really Rachel's age. People of my age, from my social set... we can't spoon each other for the rest of our lives. Truth is, I'm finding work stressful. It's quite a learning curve and quite demanding. Levant has his standards, and I'm having to let some people go tomorrow. And I know this sounds strange, but I find wearing Richard, well, comforting. I know this is a gender stereotype, but I don't feel their pain as much when I'm wearing Richard. It's not the best part of my job, having to give good people bad news. Oh, here!"

Charlie held up a selfie photo of herself with another man. The man had a short designer beard, a neck that flared out through strong sinew neck to broad shoulders. He had a wonderful, powerful jawline and a brow which somehow brought out his dark brown eyes. His narrow lips supported a cheeky grin on his face, hinting at a fabulous smile. His hair was neatly clipped, framing his wonderful face.

"Don't tell me," Denver said, "he's either a Navy Seal or a firefighter."

Charlie laughed. "Yeah, he was a firefighter for a while, but his acting career took off. He's in a couple of off-Broadway shows."

She flicked to more photos of them together. Denver could see the trendy New York bar in the background, and the beautiful, smiling, metrosexual friends near them. Denver zoomed in to see the woman in red he had seen on the first private dinner with Levant with another woman.

"Who's the cute girl?" he asked in Rachel's voice.

"That's Sam and Lea. They met at University. They split up after Sam came out here. Couldn't make a transcontinental relationship work well. Shame, Lea was nice. It's why I try so hard with Logan."

"Hence the rules," Denver said.

"Logan thinks the reason you won't let me peg you is because your latent homophobia is actually a manifestation of your actual underlying desires," Charlie said flicking from one perfect picture to the next.

"Huh people always say that," Denver said. "Hang on you've talked about me with Logan?"

Charlie got out of bed. William was now standing to attention between her smooth arching hips and under her model flat stomach.

"I told you. It's part of the deal. It's either that or I have to stop with you, no lies, no secrets. I told you that. Believe me, I'm fuzzy with the specifics. To be honest I think Logan has tolerated this so far because, well he doesn't feel threatened by a woman. He's only seen pictures of Rachel. If you were Denver all the time he would probably have got me to drop you long ago."

Denver eye's were caught by William, Charlie noticed.

"If you think this is big..." Charlie said then caught the look in Denver's eye and changed track.

Rachel reached out to an expresso cup.

"That's mine" said Charlie.

"No yours is the one with Kaplan MD Perfect pout Melrose on it, mine is the one with the Rouge Casaque By Hermes" Denver said said handing the cup over.

"You sure?" Charlie asked.

"It matches the color my dick, and the Rouge Casaque matches the color on your clit look if you don't believe me."

Denver moved over and looked out of the window. On so many mornings, they would wake up and see the cloud tops below them stretched out like a huge carpet. Out of the clouds stood skyscrapers, stabbing through the cloud base like a strange city built in the sky. The dream-like quality of the world added to the trance-like quality of their time together. But it was a trance Denver knew he might one day wake up from.

"You would have done that? Dropped me if he told you to?" Denver asked, accepting the cup. "Just followed his orders?"

"No, I would have seen the bigger picture and done something I would not have preferred to do," Charlie said.

Denver couldn't stop looking at Willam. It felt like their life was so thin, like a stage set, perfect from one angle, but made of cardboard, duct tape, and pretence from every other angle.

Charlie noticed Denver's gaze at Willam.

"Sure you don't feel tempted?" She said moving her hips showing off the stiff smooth silicon dick.

"No." Denver said flatly sipping the stone cold coffee "So what are you telling Logan?"

Charlie started to arrange the bed. Denver got out and helped her.

"I say well Rachel won't go down on me. Rachel and I did the businessman and call girl in the room where they found the blow up doll. I came so hard that time it was like someone had hit me with a wrecking ball wrapped in a twist of lemon. So I don't talk details, just feelings. By the way, he says he would love to do a threesome with us sometime."

Denver stood there "He knows I have my own permeant fully working William?"

Charlie bent down and began ease to William out of her. She then started to tidy up some of the clothes strewn in a hurry near the doorway.

"You can be so silly sometimes. Naturally, he knows. Quite a turn on."

"And you still are attracted to a man who is attracted to other men?" Denver said copying Charlie's work.

"This is a threesome but sure." Charlie said as if explaining simple math to a toddler "The more people desire a man or a woman for that matter the more desirable they become. He's confidence with men or women well it's kind of horney don't you think? Gets me wet. No? Well fine no problem."

Then a message came in on Rachel's phone. Denver could tell from the way it vibrated that it was from Levant. Charlie reached for her phone on her side of the bed and checked her messages.

"Levant wants to know if I have seen you? If Rachel has slept well and might like breakfast with him? He's flying out this afternoon," Charlie said.

Denver took a deep breath.

"Once more into the bleach, dear friends," Denver said. "Do I get paid?"

"Sure. Look, why don't we set you on a retainer? You get a regular income, Levant will cover it. This way, we don't have to keep negotiating, and I don't have to keep track of the payments."

Denver walked over to Rachel's case and pulled out another dress. If he got regular money, he could set up some better health insurance for grandpa.

"OK. But Douglas does know I'm going to university at the start of term?" Denver said reaching for the gaff. "This isn't going to last forever."

"He knows," Charlie said and paused and pulled close to him "When you're gone I'm going to miss you."

When she spoke her words played on Denver's lips.

Denver checked his legs for stubble then stepped into the gaff and began pushing his balls gently inside himself. The gaff squeezed. Rachel stood up and smiled.

"How long should I say before you're ready to meet him?" Charlie said, looking at her phone.

"Well, all I have to do is get dressed and quickly do my face, which will take twenty minutes, so tell him about two hours?" Rachel said smiling.

Charlie smiled. "Now you're talking like a woman. You know what's funny?" Charlie said. "Rachel is so much more relaxed, happy, and confident. I think that's why I like her."

Rachel went over to Charlie's bathroom. Charlie had his and her sinks. Each sink had makeup on either side, and Rachel's pile of makeup was larger and, by all accounts, more expensive than Charlie's.

"Yeah, well Rachel doesn't have to think about the future or the past," Rachel said, starting to get ready.

"He's asking how you would feel about flying to Las Vegas?" Charlie shouted to the bathroom.

Rachel looked up from the makeup mirror and stopped. She pursed her lips. "No way."

Charlie came over to Rachel. "This is Vegas. Why not?"

"You know. I mean, at the airport. What if they wanted me to, you know, get scanned? This wig has a dozen hairpins. They do searches in airports. So no," Rachel said, showing her fear of being exposed in public.

Charlie laughed, grabbed a brush, and began working on Rachel's face.

"I like the way you seriously think Levant flies coach," Charlie said, smiling.

Rachel looked up. "First class too same problem."

"You know he has his own airstream, right?" Charlie said. "We go out this morning, stay overnight in Las Vegas, and back by Sunday afternoon. No security."

"What about clothes?" Rachel said.

Charlie struggled. "We can get some more while we're there. We can do some wild stuff. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

"I'll think about it," Rachel said, then paused. This was a big risk. Being trapped hundreds of miles from home. Rachel couldn't shake off the idea that this was some elaborate setup. Charlie kissed Rachel.

"OK, let's do it." Rachel said.

*******

"O.M Capital G," Rachel said nearly shreiking as she got out of the limousine and walked towards the door of Levant's private jet. "Seriously, that's yours?"

Levant nodded. He had been standing next to the stairs as they arrived. The plane's exterior was polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the sunlight in dazzling bursts. Its body was long and slender, with a pointed nose and swept-back wings that seemed to stretch out to infinity. The engines were running, and the noise and heat haze added to the bustle.

The door hinged down from the base to form the staircase leading into the body. At the top stood a woman in an air stewardess outfit.

"Wow, this is amazing," Rachel continued as her head ascended the stairs and she entered Levant's jet. She noticed every detail as she stepped inside. The door was adorned with a gold-plated handle, which opened to reveal a plush, cream-colored cabin. The leather seats were wide and comfortable, with plenty of legroom, and the walls were lined with rich mahogany paneling.

"Ooh," Rachel continued her commentary. Looking around, it was hard to believe they were actually in a jet. The large sofas and thick chairs were arranged around the edge of the walls facing in. Marble tables sat before each of the chairs, all suggesting the immobility and weight of a British Gentlemen's club. The windows were squared off, with gilt decorations and intensive use of recessed lighting that seemed to suggest this was actually an expensive hotel room that could fly. Even through the soles of her stiletto shoes, Rachel could feel the soft wool carpet. It felt more like walking through a grey patterned meadow than a room.

Levant positioned himself with a good view of a large plasma screen in the bulkhead. It turned out there were two hostesses busy getting everything ready for the flight. Levant grabbed one of them. "You can tell the pilot it's okay to leave."