The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 15

A few weeks after the Vegas weekend expedition, Rachel got out of Levant's limo on Bond Street. They were only a few yards from the entrance to "Re," the shop which Charlie's friend Samantha ran. Rachel was still worried about being spotted as Rachel Price. People recognised her, she had thousands of followers on Twitter and Instagram. People would ask to take selfies with her. It was getting too much.

"Come on," Charlie said.

Rachel had relaxed in the Thronbury and even in Vegas, but now she was shaking with nerves.

Rachel checked out the shop sign from the window. "Why is it called 'Re'?"

Charlie shrugged, pushing the door open. "Renew, reinvent, recycle. Sam wanted to open a boutique like this since I've known her."

They went inside and saw a Samantha moving towards them.

Charlie leaned forward and kissed Samantha. "Sam," Charlie began as Rachel moved away from the window in case anyone passed. "Sam, I have a fantastic opportunity ready for you."

"Hi," Samantha said as she moved over and air-kissed Rachel. After a few months of clubs with Levant, Rachel could pretend to be the urban socialite quite well.

Samantha's large eyes ran over Rachel. Rachel had seen that look from men but never from a woman before.

"Why do I get the feeling you're mentally undressing me?" Rachel said.

"It's a professional undressing. It's my job," Sam said.

Rachel smiled. "Well, Sam, in that case, imagine as hard as you want."

Samantha smiled. "Thanks. I will."

They started to follow Samantha up a spiral staircase to her design space.

"Sam, if you sign a confidentiality clause, I can get you the design a line of bespoke dresses paid for by Douglas Levant himself. But I really must know, if you can 100% promise never to talk about this before anyone ever. It will be a legal contract, and you know how awful he can be legally. But it's a fantastic opportunity for you, "

Samantha walked up the spiral staircase towards her design studio. Rachel and Charlie followed, and Samantha locked the door.

"Thanks", Rachel said.

"As for quiet, you know how quiet I can be", Samantha said.

Charlie looked over "No, this is more than us sleeping together in our Sophomore year."

Rachel looked around. The studio wall was full of pinned-up drawings. There was a large cutting-out space and several dummies holding up partly-made dresses. The place was cluttered with cloth.

"I'll sign. You tell me your secret, I'll tell you mine," Sam said, taking the sign. "But for signing that, I want a pop-up shop in the Thronbury for a few weeks. If that's a yes, then OK, give me the paper."

Sam pulled the pen out and held the lid in her lips. With that, she put a florid signature on the paper.

"OK, so what's the big secret?"

"Rachel," Charlie said to Rachel, pausing. "I trust her." Charlie turned back to Sam.

"Rachel is a man," Charlie said frankly.

Samantha looked at them. "Come on, seriously. What's the secret?"

"I'm serious," said Charlie.

Samantha paused for a moment. "Well, this is a fitting, so show me."

Rachel pulled up her short skirt, pushed the panties aside and then undid the gaff, her hands trembling as she did so.

"Oh fuck!" Sam exclaimed getting up. "Gee, I wasn't expecting that. I was between FGM and a bull dyke."

Rachel looked up. "You can't say that..."

Sam looked confused. "FGM or bull dyke? I can say bull dyke because, you know, I am... well, not the bull part. It's like ironic. Don't they have irony in the UK? Okay... this explains a lot. The Elizabeth Holmes voice, for one thing. Welcome to changing sides."

"I'm not," Denver said, using Rachel's voice.

"Not what?" Sam asked.

Denver continued, "Changing sides."

"Believe me, you could have me fooled," Samantha said, nodding at what was on display.

"I'm doing this for a while for him, then I'm back to normal and off to college," Denver said.

Sam put her finger under her chin. "Well, good to know my gender is now a rising vacation spot. I guess people started flying into space as tourists, so I guess this was just a matter of time. I don't want to sound dismissive, but could you put that away? To see something so ugly attached to something so gorgeous is freaking me out. No offence."

Denver took out a strip of surgical tape and moved behind a near by divider covered in mood board pictures.

Sam watched as if she was driving by a car crash. "I did not know they did that," she said. "Can all men do that? Like we could live in a world without unsightly bulges, and no one told me about it?"

"Levant is making me do this," Rachel said, pulling the dress down.

Charlie interjected, "He's on some weird-ass passion project about it."

Samantha walked around, pointing at Rachel. "Hang on. This is the girl who he fired you over, isn't it? This is the 'find her or start sending out pink slips to the staff of the Thornbury' girl?"

Charlie nodded reluctantly.

"Sorry, I don't do men," Samantha said, sitting down next to a plywood table covered in drawings. She got a pen out, looking like she was going to start do work.

"What?" Charlie said, moving closer. "What about Lilly's wedding dress?" Charlie said.

Samantha practically rolled her eyes. "That was ironic, it was about challenging assumptions."

Charlie leaned back. "So is this."

Samantha thought for a second and let out a long breath.

"OK, strip off. Let's have a look at you," Samantha said to Rachel. "Just keep that mess out of the way."

Rachel undressed to the padding, bra, and panties. She stood showing the glue on pads. Samantha looked Rachel over and took some measurements. The noticed the padding could be removed. Samantha was amazed at Rachel's ability to grow or shrink on demand, and it slightly freaked her out.

"What's the problem?" Charlie asked.

"The problem is that Samantha Kline is a brand. Re is a brand," Samantha said. "I have managed to build up a number of clients. Rich clients, the kind that pay," Samantha said. "Levant's girlfriend is one thing, but when they find out... well, I'm not sure they will want to be associated with Re or me. OK, you can get dressed again.... You know I didn't know Levant was gay."

"I'm not," Rachel said. "He isn't either."

Samantha leaned back narrowed her eyes "Well, one of you is in for a big surprise then."

"Tell me about it, Sam," Rachel said, reaching behind herself to pull the zipper of her dress up.

"It's Samantha," Samantha said. "Only my close friends call me Sam."

Rachel slipped her shoes back on and thought about walking out.

"No one is finding out, Samantha," Rachel said. "I can guarantee that."

Charlie looked over. "Sam, seriously. How many budget, no problem clients come in here who are under forty and have a body like Rachel's? For years, you've been telling me about how you want one young woman with cash. You're looking at it. This is your big chance."

Samantha let out a huge breath of air. "You don't understand. I normally get to know the woman and then see how the clothes can reflect the woman given the body she has. Not only is she not a woman, no offence."

"None taken, Samantha," Rachel said, folding her arms over her chest.

"She can have anybody with those stick-on hips. I don't have a body to begin with. Normally, the personality defines the clothes. She... he hasn't got a personality. She's all made up. She's a man pretending to be a woman. She's a shadow, a ghost of a woman. I could do it if she were trans, heck this is the bay, but I can't work with pretence," Samantha said.

Charlie leaned over "It's a challenge. A way of shaking things up. Lilly's wedding dress, reloaded."

"Why did you think I was a bull dyke?" Rachel said.

Samantha shrugged back. "Because you looked wonderful, but you clearly didn't choose what you were wearing. You looked feminine, but you didn't look like you were expressing yourself, and I knew it. I need to express the real you. Who do you want to be?" Samantha said.

"I want to be Rachel Price, the woman who sits in a crowded restaurant. You see her as the sun sets, and you see reds and yellows catch her eyes. There is something about the way she holds her head and even frowns that is indelible. She's alone, but strong, wise but still vulnerable. The rest of the night fades, the years cause the incidents to crumble like ashes in the wind, but that smile still haunts you." Rachel just recalled her first sighting of Samantha in the restaurant.

"I'm not a woman," Rachel said. "I don't want to be a low-grade photocopy of the real thing. I just want to be the best woman I can be. A thousand-dollar dress isn't about reality; it's about what you want to be anyway. If you can't do that, then fuck you. You're not a real designer. No offence."

Samantha sat back silently and paused, looking impressed. "Okay, that I can work with," she said, pointing with both index fingers at Rachel.

Samantha looked away and gazed at her own undoing. "OK, I'll do it. I'm not making a drag dress. I'm making something cool and experimental," Samantha said, while a matching smile appeared on Charlie's face. "It could fail, but it will be unforgettable."

"That I can wear," Rachel said.

"We have a deal then," Charlie said. She presented the contract.

Samantha looked over. "Why do I feel like I've signed away my soul?"

*******

A few more weeks as Rachel passed by. Things were sweet, Denver moonlighted as Rachel a few more times. Sam was a bit cold now, refusing an invitation to go with Charlie and Rachel to a poetry slam in the bay. Levant took Rachel to a few parties with their friends. Denver worried as the time to leave for University was getting close. It was a summer of Rachel was coming to an end.

Rachel came into Charlie's manager's apartment late.

"Hi," said Charlie as soon as the door opened. "How did it go?"

Charlie was wearing a suit, shirt, and tie. This normally meant she would want to play the businessman game. Charlie was smoking a cigar. She had started doing that. Rachel found it strange, but Charlie claimed it was the stress of restructuring some of the other hotels.

"I've got to tell you about tonight," Rachel said.

She then noticed Charlie's tiny pinpoint pupils and looked at the nasal spay on the table.

"What have you got? Rachel said. Taking the spray. When Charlie bought drugs then, the party normally got pretty kinky. It was the sign of a good night of carnal lovemaking.

"fentanyl," Charlie said, smiling. That was new. It was never the same thing every time. Even then, Charlie hardly wheeled out the big guns. Generally, she kept it to when she wanted to do something new.

"That shit is pretty dangerous." Rachel said, "I want some." Rachel grabbed the spray and inhaled. "Oh fuck that's good."

Rachel climbed onto the bed next to Charlie.

Charlie kissed Rachel, "So what happened?" Charlie said, grinning.

"He said he was taking me to a private dinner. He only told me in the car. I was petrified, I can tell you. One day he is going to take me somewhere for dinner and some society woman is going to spot me. So, do you know who was tonight?"

"No," Charlie said.

"Emilia fucking Clarke," Rachel said.

"You're kidding? Really? What was she like?" Charlie asked.

"I don't know, I spent most of the night speaking to George Clooney," Rachel said.

Charlie now turned her head around. "You're shitting me?"

Rachel smiled. "No, I'm not. Levant had gone to some gala dinner for a big charity event and specifically bought dinner with them. They were auctioned off for some huge amount. George Clooney had decided to host it. They had their partners with them, and Levant brought me along as his other. I've never been so petrified in my life. I mean, I've met people out in a club before, but it's usually dark, you know. I wasn't sure I could pass myself off."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're getting very good at being Rachel. The Hollywood types would be comfortable with someone who was trans anyway," Charlie said.

"He must have paid quite a lot to get them both," Rachel said.

Charlie came over and shrugged. "It's tax-deductible," she said. "It's for charity."

Charlie picked up a drink. She was halfway through a glass of whiskey. From the way she moved, it didn't seem like her first. She poured some vodka for Rachel.

"I've got a surprise for you, Rachel," Charlie said. "But to get it, you have to change."

Charlie pulled out a very short skirt and then a pair of boots that went over Rachel's knee. Charlie had gotten them so they could play the businessman and the call girl, 'properly'. Rachel had worn them, but they were slightly too cheap for Levant. Charlie called them the 'fuck me' boots. Levant had bought the short dress, but Rachel was too scared to wear it for Levant. Any gaff failures would become immediately obvious. Charlie handed over some expensive stockings and told Rachel not to wear anything except the gaff. Rachel's heart began to race. There was nothing but some tape between being exposed. Rachel got changed, and Charlie's silence about what was going to happen was part of her foreplay.

Rachel checked herself out in the long mirror. She looked very sexy. Levant preferred Rachel to be more sophisticated, but Charlie could delve into Rachel's dark side. Then, giggling, Charlie handed Rachel a fox girl mask.

Hand in hand, Charlie dragged Rachel out, not to another room but down to an emergency exit. This one had the fire alarm disabled by the staff so they could go for a cigarette break outside. It was late evening, and the space was silent. The blank concrete walls stood as the only source of heat in the cool night air. High above, you could see the faint diamond twinkle of stars. As they emerged, Charlie told Rachel to ignore the security cam. It was broken, and the staff kept it that way.

"Stay here," Charlie said. "When I come back don't use the English voice. Look, I know I was your first but I don't think you know what a great service you've been getting. I'm going to get someone else to do you and I think you might end up being a little more appreciative of my attention next time."

During some of the sex games, Rachel would drop her Lara Croft immigration and speak in a high but soft American accent.

Charlie rushed off leaving Rachel on her own looking fairly cheap. Rachel stood tall in her boots looking around nervously. The night had been so wonderful and the twinkle in Charllie's eye suggested she had something new, fun and a little kinky. Before dinner, Charlie had mentioned the mother of all blow jobs and so Rachel was interested. A few months ago Rachel's pulse would be going wild wondering if this was some kind of exposure trick. Now she felt more relaxed. If she was exposed Levant would be as well. They were public attached. Rachel could play at being trans to the press but Levant's public reputation would be ploughed deep in the ground. The game show exposure fear didn't lurk deeply in the back of her mind any more.

"Ready?" Said Charlie from around the corner.

"Yeh" said Rachel using her American accent.

"This is Kate," Charlie said as she approached with another woman behind her. "Kate has been visiting our guests a little too much. Mr Levant does not like our guests being fished. However we have come to an arrangement and Kate is claims to give a fabulous blow job. So by way to apology, Kate has agreed to a blind taste test. I'm going to blindfold you. We are both going to do you and you have to tell us who gave the better job.."

"I don't get it?" Kate said.

"You will." Charlie said " Miss Vixen would you mind unveiling yourself."

Charlie reached up and undid the gaff and pulled everything aside so Denver's dick dropped down.

"Now that I wasn't expecting that," Kate said with a slight sense of anticipation.

Charlie produced a cloth and wrapped it around Rachel's fox mask.

"OK," Charlie's voice said as Denver's junk dropped below the level of the mini skirt. "No hints as to who it is. The first one does her best job the other copies and improves. "

Rachel felt someone getting down on their knees before her lifting the mini skirt up a little. There was warm most breath on Denver's dick. Rachel still felt she was in 'Rachel' mode. She was still dressed and in the high boots felt quite sexy. Rachel was more wild than Denver. Denver tried to be more in charge, Rachel let things happen to her, she could be on the bottom. Sometimes Rachel felt just had a very large clit. It came and went as the occasion changed. She could now feel a tongue playing on Denver's rod. She tried to picture Charlie at work.

The tongue went quickly to Denver's sensitive balls. Long licks started on the balls and worked forwards. So far, this could be Charlie, Denver's dick inflated like an airbag to the touch. The prospect of a stranger made Denver's pre-cum float like uncorked Champagne. The lips started doing butterly kisss over the head. Rachel's legs felt warm in the boots. This made the strip of exposed flesh feel cold, like ice. Rachel's imagination caught the scene in her mind's eye. The slut in the mask her back against the brick wall. Her hands were spread out, her chest heaving. She couldn't help but think about someone walking in on them and standing perplexed at what was happening.

The lips parted and someones mouth wrapped around Denver's dick. Hands grasped it. Rachel couldn't be sure if they were Charlie's hands. Rachel started to gasp as her dick started to go forwards and backwards deeper and deeper. The darkness intensified the noise, the panting, the night air, the head moved fast enough to start a fire. Rachel began to moan in appreciation like Charlie did. "Oh Fuck" Rachel said as she began to cum. The head pulled back and Denver spurted a load across the room.

There was panting on both sides but no one spoke. Rachel heard steps. Someone was placed on the ground next to her and two sets of hands guided Rachel down to sit on something like a box. The long boots covered her hot legs and the heels held her feet in a tight embrace.

Throughout all this, not a word was spoken. Everything was through the medium of touch. A bottle of Champaign was passed between them. After a while of sitting, Rachel's knee was patted. Rachel held her hand up and then, after a few minutes, held up her thumb. Someone touched her knee and got down between her legs. Sitting, the sensation of the mini-skirt reminded Rachel of how she looked. Sexy, cheap, and up for a night of thrills.

Then a hand grabbed Denver's dick and stroked it. A strong pulse began again. This time the mouth went around the tip and a tongue began carefully licking at the edge of Denver's helmet. Denver was desperate to move the blind fold up and see if this was Charlie or not. He had the sense this was diffrent, Charlie would be watching but the sensation was electrifying.

There was a beginning of sucking and a tongue swirling around it again. Who ever was working didn't believe in doing the same thing more than a couple of times. Denver could feel the lips move up and down his shaft, then over the head. The lips lost contact and then a tongue began to play with his balls. It was like heaven and hell had been stuffed into a blender on max. This mouth had a rhythm too it. Hands were used to encase Denver's cock and the end. Denver was getting close to the edge, this felt diffrent, new, bad and dirty. Rachel moaned again. Her breathing was heavy and who ever was watching was hot to.

The second time was a little quicker than the first. The load was taken in the mouth and spat out.

"Fuck" said Denver giving up on Rachel's voice.

A number of giggles began and the bottle was pass and shared again. After a few minutes of getting their collective breaths back. Someone got up.

"OK take the blind fold off." Charlie said. Rachel obliged. The women stood while Rachel still sat on an upturned bin. Denver's junk hung down. The mask felt hot on his face.