The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 15

"So" Charlie began "Which was better the first or the second?"

Charlie and Kate looked expectantly.

"They were both good," Denver said straightening his chest.

"OK but which was best?" Charlie said.

Denver's voice became a bit more casual, he didn't want to offend Charlie, "In all honest. I would have to say by a small margin the second."

"HA!" Charlie said in triumph Kate looked disappointed. Charlie turned to Kate "you see!"

Kate roller her eyes. Charlie handed some cash over.

"There you go. As as the agreement you agree not to come back.?" Charlie's smiled brimmed across her face.

"Yeah" said Kate taking the cash.

Denver felt a little better and stood up pulling the short skirt down but Denver's now limp cock still showed.

"OK, Kate - would you like to show your little secret," Charlie said.

Rachel took the bottle of Champagne and drank more of the fizz down.

Kate smiled "Well, you showed me yours, so I will show you mine." She said, she undid the skirt she was wearing to reveal a dick hanging there.

Denver spat out the Champagne.

"Fuck" Denver said. It was definitely Denver saying this. He felt like he was falling through a trap door into quick sand. A second ago he was revealing in having he second woman and not offending the first. Now he didn't know what to say. A cold fist grabbed his heart as he realised he had just been sucked off by another man.

"What the fuck" Denver said, standing up.

Kate looked confused.

"You should have warned me!" Denver said, He couldn't say anything to Kate. It would feel so hypocritical to say anything. He didn't blame Kate, he blamed Charlie.

The triumph dropped from Charlie's face. Denver turned and rushed out.

"Wait" Charlie said.

Denver rushed and clawed open the emergency exit. He was back inside the Thronbury and racing to the service elevator. While he moved he tried to pull the skirt down and hide his junk. He still had the fox mask on but the dress. Denver hid I the tiny alcove, hoping no one else was using the evaluator this time of night.

Charlie rushed up. "Wait!"

"You should have told me," Rachel said in her English accent.

Charlie rushed over "that would miss the point." Charlie said "I was trying to show you one mouth wrapped around your glands is no different from another. Your such a homophobe Denver. It's like your trying to get your Junior Taliban badge. This is my gift to you. I'm bringing you in to the Twenty First Century."

"You should have told me first" Denver said. The elevator arrived and opened up. Rachel dashed in and stabbed at the 14th floor button.

"Would you have done it?" Charlie said as the elevator closed behind her and began to move.

Denver quivered "I don't know, probably not."

Charlie raised her eyebrows "And don't you feel better now you've done it? I mean it was just fun wasn't it? Nothing but pleasure. That's all just it. It's just fun. Whatever makes you cum is good."

"I'm leaving" Denver said.

"Don't be like that, Denver," Charlie said, using his name for once. "Come on, seriously. It's like OK for a woman to suck you off, but as soon as a man's face gets in the picture it suddenly gets biblical. Don't you see how unfair that is?"

"Unfair is introducing me to facefucking a man without a choice," Denver said.

"Seriously was it any different?" Charlie said then changed her tone, "Look. I'm sorry. I thought you had become more sophisticate. I was wrong."

"Fuck you."

Charlie spoke loudly, "You're over reacting. It's just fun. You know F.U.N. fun."

"F.U. being the operative part here," Rachel said.

In truth, Denver didn't feel any different. He didn't feel like it was wrong. He had enjoyed both of them, and he couldn't tell them apart. His real answer to "would you have done it if you had known?" was most likely a yes. He did feel that he was okay about it, and of all the things, this is what scared him the most.

"It's not like I was going to ask you to do Kate," Charlie said.

"I don't care," Rachel said.

"This is really unfair," Charlie complained, her voice rising.

Rachel felt angry. The elevator reached the fourteenth floor, and Rachel rushed out, got to the room, and locked it behind her.

"Okay, I'm sorry," Charlie said from the other side of the door. "You're angry, I understand. I went over the line, I get it. But this is my mistake. Don't hold it against him. He had nothing to do with it. I just thought you had grown so much in the time we had known each other. You've been such good fun to be with, I thought... Rachel? Rachel, open the door and talk like adults."

Denver knew how to take makeup off as thoroughly as he put it on. He changed.

"I don't want to talk right now," he said, coming back to the door. There was no reply, but looking through the peephole, he could see Charlie standing there.

Denver opened the door to see Charlie crying. He had never seen that before. Denver pulled her hand in, and she followed, sniffling.

"Look at me," Charlie said in tears. "I'm crying. I haven't cried since fourth grade."

Denver knew this was a lie; she had cried at her mother's funeral. Fourth grade was when her father had died.

They went and sat on the sofa. Charlie curled up on the sofa, tears running down her face, and laid her head on Denver. Denver felt defeated, like a blimp with all the gas let out. It was a funny night. Rachel wanted to talk about George Clooney, how lovely his hands were, of all things. He had laughed so well at her jokes. They had ended up listening to the Velvet Underground for a reason he couldn't remember. It had been such an amazing evening.

Then the blow jobs, well they had been on such a diffrent planet. The boots had been so voluptuary beyond belief.

The night had taken such a handbrake turn that it was hard to believe. It was more of a shock than anything. He would tell her that in the morning, possibly by SMS.

Denver lifted his head up. It was the dark hour before the dawn stirred. He must have fallen asleep. Charlie was still curled up against him like a miscreant cat, sound asleep. There was a deep warmth between them. Denver didn't know how he felt. He slowly and carefully unpeeled himself from her and replaced himself with a number of cushions. Covering her with a sheet, he stood back admiring her sleeping face. Asleep, he could see the innocence which she did so well at hiding when awake.

"Why do women have to be so complicated?" He found himself asking himself.

Denver went back to the routine which removed the last tiny trace of Rachel from him. He got dressed and then carefully packed Rachel's case like he normally did. He walked to the door and when outside, paused. Then he reopened the door and came back in, and wrote a note. "All is forgiven. See you next time," he wrote.

It wasn't true, but Rachel could be complicated too.

Message done, Denver walked quietly down the service corridor to the stairs. The opulence was gone and only the brutal, efficient concrete remained. Denver wanted to get away as fast as possible. He didn't want to let her catch him at the elevators. He didn't want to stand at the elevators. He wanted to move.

As he descended the stairs, he felt his genitals move, which reminded him that they had been in a man's mouth. He shuddered. He had let Levant put his arm around him, kiss him, and tell himself that it was just a part of acting as Rachel. As he reached the eleventh floor, he remembered that he had taped himself up at home and felt a strange sense of comfort in doing so.

Now, at the tenth floor, he realized that he had gone too far. He had been tainted by his experiences with Charlie, Levant, and the Thornbury. The term was starting soon, and he needed to get away from all of it. He had already started saying goodbye to his friends. Each trip with Levant brought in money that he needed for his mom and grandfather, so he was holding on while he could. But this experience had made up his mind.

By the ninth floor, he had promised himself that he would break it off with Levant on the next trip. By the eighth floor, he wondered if he could find a shower to wash his genitals with. By the seventh floor, he was seething with discontent.

Denver stumbled slightly and grabbed one of the metal railings. Pulling him self up he moved a little more slowly. By the sixth floor he began to convince himself he was over thinking the whole thing. So what if he had got sucked off? It was just one body part around another. It didn't mean anything. A little more slowly he past the fifth floor. This level included some of the facilities like the gym which he could smell. By the fifth floor he had decided that really was it.

At the fourth floor, Denver knew he was on the restaurant level. He moved into the corridors which led to the top of the old Thornbury, using some of the back routes designated for people in wheelchairs and used by staff pushing trolleys. He wanted to be sure he couldn't get caught by anyone. So he went out the back alleyway, past where the scene had just happened. He emerged into the cold night air, with the space lit by the neon glow of the city. He thought he could smell Rachel's perfume, and possibly the smell of cum. He saw the inverted trashcan he had sat on earlier.

Looking at the scene. He felt he would have let Kate suck him if Charlie had really asked him. He was curious. Rachel might, just might, have returned the favour as an experiment. She had suckled at William enough times. Rachel would have been curious if she could actually do it well enough on the real thing to make Kate cum. Charlie had got him to push his finger up her rear. It turned her on so much. He had toyed with fucking her rear cunt. He would do it for her. Now this. This felt like betrayal.

Denver punched a cinder block in frustration. This was going too far. He could live without the money. He had been a coward. It was time to end it.

The street lay beyond and he could merge into the anonymity of it. He looked up at the Thornbury.

"Next time I'm gone" he promised the baroque bricks..