The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 19

"Honestly, I can't, I just can't. I'll do anything, just don't make me," Rachel said, feeling the well of embarrassment growing inside her like a pit. As soon as she uttered the word 'anything,' she regretted it. She glanced at the crotch of his well-pressed trousers and then looked away.

"Anything? Really? Anything? How about adding a month to the contract?" Levant asked, experimenting.

Rachel became frantic as their car got in line to drop them off. There was a huge crowd of people and paparazzi behind the rope barriers. Bright flashes went off like a Fourth of July fireworks display.

"Yeh," Rachel said, clutching the life jacket she had been thrown.

Levant paused and took a deep breath. "I wish I had asked for two now. Okay. It's a deal."

Rachel relaxed, and then realized what she had signed herself up for. Levant leaned forward and pressed the communication button. "James, take Miss Price to the parking entrance around the back."

He looked at Charlie. "Make sure she gets in, okay?" Charlie nodded.

The car came to a stop, and Levant reached over and passed Rachel. "You sure?" he said, looking over. To Rachel, his square jaw seemed more handsome and confident than normal. Terrified, Rachel nodded.

"Okay, see you inside," he said, getting out. There was a brief sound of cameras going crazy. Levant straightened himself, looked behind, and instructed the valet to shut the door. With that, the noise died down, and Levant strode off. The car pulled away.

***

The Range Rover drove around the side to the museum's garage. Rachel got out, cursing herself for agreeing. She should have countered with a week and negotiated. Charlie talked his way past the security personnel at the back.

Rachel was not the only refugee being taken through the kitchens. She emerged and came across the Reverend Fitts, who "needed to speak to your husband, Douglas, about a matter of the utmost urgency and didn't want to be seen associated with degenerate art." "This," he had said, "was not God's style."

Rachel promised Douglas would return. They soon rejoined Levant at the foyer, who had run the red carpet gauntlet. The building entrance was smooth, modern, and almost corporate in its clinical elegance. The large open spaces were filled with important people, looking beautiful and wearing the most fabulous clothes. The noise of all the chatter was immense. Waiters in smart white uniforms walked around with the thinnest champagne glasses. Levant took two and gave them to Charlie and Rachel. Here, in high society, Rachel relaxed and tried not to regret her weakness. She told Levant about Reverend Fitts, and to her surprise, Levant didn't seem in a hurry to see him.

"People keep looking at me," Rachel said, feeling like she was under a microscope. How many people were clocking her right now?

"That's because," Levant said, holding her hand to the crook of his elbow, "you are one of the ten women in the crowd of a thousand under the age of fifty. You can feel the envy; you could almost bottle it." Levant looked like he was sunbathing in the attention.

Rachel recovered "Well that's not enough, lets keep moving until we can surf on it." She said.

Levant introduced Rachel to a whirlwind of people. She kept getting comments like "this is the beautiful woman who got the old dog's heart." To which she would respond "That's handy I always be a veterinarian" to much laughter. Soon Charlie disappeared after her phone went off. Leaving Rachel like a moon in Levant's orbit.

A waiter came up to them while Levant was talking to a banker about crypto currency.

"Would you care to order anything?" The waiter asked. Rachel felt undressed by his eyes.

"Do you have any Red Château Mouton Rothschild Pauillac? Mr Levant would prefer that," Rachel interrupted. This gained a pat on her right hand, which was still hanging on to Levant's elbow.

Looking around, Rachel noticed that everyone was ignoring the artwork and talking to each other.

"The pictures were all huge photo portraits of women. After reminding Levant about Reverend Fitts' message, Levant found himself caught in another particularly boring conversation. Rachel bumped into an artist friend called Jessica Shaefer, who was wearing a lovely gold Laramie dress.

"Love the dress." Jessica started looking at Rachel's daring dress, which, for her, was a little conventional as an opening. You could see her eyes running down the organic edging of gold, guessing the cost which had already attached itself to Rachel's skin and would be cast off when the dress was removed.

"Yeah, I was late and collided with a couple of book gilders on the way and didn't have time to swap license details. You look fabulous, by the way, and, most of all, calm. I'm so envious. Tell me, why is no one looking at the art."

Jessica smiled, "By now, it's almost a tradition at any big opening."

Rachel looked around. "It's like we have swapped roles. The people are the artwork, and the artwork is hung up there, viewing us, admiring our brush strokes, our composition, trying to decode our meaning."

Jessica almost laughed. "I like the way you can't stop being a poet. In a room full of empty chairs, you would sit on the floor."

They chatted and attracted some bright young things from an art collective called CODAME. After a while, Rachel excused herself for a bathroom break."

Rachel found herself walking to the men's toilets then caught herself before she went in. The queue in the women's was way too long. Champagne glass in hand Rachel wondered out to look at the art. Everyone stood near the art, but no one was looking at it. Rachel walked, she had been practicing in quite high heels all week for this. The shoes made you stand up straight and be far more judgemental. Most of the pictures were of women wearing to much make up. Except for one which you felt was possibly a transvestite. The model had purple lipstick which went desperately over the edge of her lips, too much dark blusher, a cheap fake blonde wig, and badly applied eyeliner. Rachel cringed, hoping she didn't come over like that.

"How are you enjoying the work Miss Price. Or should I say Miss Cobane?" A familiar voice said. Rachel glanced up then immediately looked back. Hunter was standing next to her looking at the same picture.

"No comment," Rachel said clearly.

"What happened to you will never see me again?" Hunter announced quietly with out moving his lips.

Rachel looked around; there was no one close. It was a quite remote section of the gallery.

"This was in collaboration with MAC Cosmetics. I don't get it, they look terrible, why would MAC do it?" Rachel said, reading from the small card next to the picture. "I mean, there was a black and white one around the corner which was nice. A '60s blonde woman before a lamp. I liked that one. Why does the artist photograph these men and women like this? Many of them look terrible. I mean, do any of the models get a say in how they look?"

"The models are all the same woman. They are all Cindy Sherman," Hunter said.

Rachel couldn't stop herself from looking up. "Oh? Really?" she said.

She began to look at the other pictures. Now that it had been pointed out, she started to see the similarity.

"Shit," she said, then held her hand over her mouth, looking around. She moved to the next photograph to the side of the first.

"Untitled #613. Titles could help me too?" Rachel said.

"Yep," Hunter said, moving beside her. He pointed and spoke more openly. "It's like a laptop that has been decrypted. You can suddenly read a huge amount of information about the artist. You find out so much about them. Important things, but not things that you might always find comforting."

They moved to the next picture, "Untitled #614," another man. Rachel indicated with her half-empty champagne glass, "Seriously, still her?"

"Yep," Hunter said. "You feel the model is somehow in danger."

"I get the feeling that model knows what she has got herself into," Rachel said.

"I think the model is way out of her... fuck it" Hunter got closer. "Seriously, we have to meet up," Hunter whispered, leaning over. He was wearing his formal tuxedo again. He still looked very dashing in it.

"How dare you!" Rachel said loudly.

Rachel slapped Hunter.

It was hard to know who was more shocked. Rachel had never hurt anyone before, and it was odd seeing no response from Hunter. He made no move to move back.

"Charlie," Rachel said quietly looking meanly,. "Coming towards us. Twelve O'Clock. Next Thursday, about two, near the Thornbury but out of sight. I'll pick you up."

Rachel then spoke more loudly. "This is an art gallery you git. Now you fuck off,"

Hunter turned and moved into the crowd.

"You OK?" Charlie said.

"He touched my ass," Rachel said flatly. "What kind of creep does that? In a gallery too, it's sacrilegious."

Charlie almost laughed. "Rule 32 Bad behaviour happens. Your femininity coach didn't mention that? You get that."

"I think life was better with the bum pads." Rachel said straighten her self.

**

Charlie took Rachel's hand and led her away, not noticing Rachel's wry smile as she followed. Later, Rachel and Charlie were looking at more pictures together.

"I really like this one," Rachel said, looking at the early black and white photograph of the woman before the lamp. "It's more meaningful now. It's about the power of transformation and presentation. I think I can clock it."

Rachel had been picking up more art jargon from Charlie and was using it.

"If you like it, I'll get it for you," Levant's distinguished voice said from behind. Rachel turned around to see Levant approaching. There was a swagger to his walk that made Rachel want to kiss him on the cheek.

Rachel looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I'd love a print."

Levant didn't look at Rachel but kept his eyes on the painting. "No, I'll get you the original. I don't do cheap imitations," Levant said flatly, the tone he used when he didn't want to argue. "It's for the house. The Asylum should only be full of things we love. Like you. It's yours, you can keep it."

This was a huge gesture, and it was made in front of Charlie and a few others. "It's yours, you can keep it" was a sign that Rachel could have it after the scheduled end of her contract. Charlie had said the artist had sold the most expensive photograph ever, in the millions. This was worth at least hundreds of thousands. Feeling very grateful, Rachel felt obliged to kiss Levant.

"Wow, that's fantastic, but you don't need to," Rachel said, kissing Levant on the cheek. As she did, she heard a camera making a shutter noise. Sometimes when she kissed Levant, she thought about using her tongue, but it was always at the most inappropriate times, like now.

**

The art exhibition was transformative in some way. Rachel found herself being introduced to the great and the good, with everyone seeming to be either rich, important, or beautiful - sometimes all three. In particular, some of the young, handsome tech entrepreneurs were confused about the art, and Rachel, using some of the things Charlie had said, came across as the sophisticated, cultured one of the group. Rachel was able to name-drop some of the more famous artists she knew through the exclusive clubs she and Levant went to. While she spoke, everyone stared at the diamonds she was wearing. She realized what they meant. As a poet, she couldn't afford them; they belonged to Levant, so she belonged to Levant. It was the world's most expensive "beware of the dog" sign. Strangely, it felt oddly secure. Hands were close but never touching.

As they left, Rachel felt okay going down the red carpet. The TV cameras had gone. She drifted down on Levant's arm past the photographers to the waiting black Range Rover. As they walked, there were a lot of shouts of "Rachel. Rachel" Rachel smiled back and tried not to flinch at the flashes. Some people asked for selfies, but Levant refused. Rachel held onto Levant in case she tripped at this critical moment. Stairs, drink and high heels were a perfect recipe for a toppling embarrassment. Levant seemed to be enjoying the attention.

Outside the car door, Levant had told Charlie that he had some important business to do, and would she look after Rachel and make sure the rocks got returned to the safe. He turned, walked away, and Rachel could see him getting into a car with the Reverend Fitts.

On the way back, Charlie put her arm around Rachel. Rachel worried about what the driver might notice, so she raised the divider screen. The Asylum was undergoing more "remodeling," so they made the much shorter journey to Levant's penthouse above the Thornbury.

They took the elevator to Levant's office. Rachel watched as Charlie undid the combination to the safe behind the picture. It began with 14, then 42. As the box with the diamonds went in, Rachel noticed the gun with a silencer and Denver's personal documents still being held hostage. Charlie closed the safe and spun the dial, then closed the picture over it.

"What now?" Rachel said. They had some more drinks. Rachel was quite thirsty, so she resisted drinking too much, so she wouldn't need to use the women's restroom. They started to giggle.

Charlie reached out her hand, nodded, and pulled Rachel towards her. They started kissing. Charlie pulled Rachel close, then spun them around so Rachel was pinned against the desk. Rachel felt Charlie move, kissing down her neck. Rachel felt her nipples tighten and hoped the same was happening for Charlie.

Charlie stopped and looked down. "How about doing it on the desk?"

The both froze and simultaneously giggled.

The decision made, Charlie lifted Rachel up seating her on Levant's office desk.

"Oh god you're so hot." Charlie said while stroking Rachel's breasts "I've been thinking how sexy you looked in the dress all night. That make up. I'm so turned on. You're a bad girl. I've been on the edge of fucking you solid for hours. You're turning me on so much."

With this Charlie bent down, pushing her dress aside, licked Rachel's tender nipples. Rachel felt a hot pulse of tender pain running through her young breasts. She moaned in celebration. It was sensitive and Rachel found it a huge turn on for the first time. Rachel reached up and unzipped Charlie's dress pulling it down and leaving Charlie only in her underwear.

Sitting on the desk and slightly lower it was quite convenient for Rachel to begin circling Charlie's nipples with her tongue. Charlie undid the gaff, and her stockings and spread Rachel's legs out. Rachel hung there, she kept the high heels on. Charlie loved seeing Rachel in heels and had a thing about keeping them on during sex. Rachel began kissing Charlie on the neck and stomach. Charlie had a piercing on her stomach and Rachel attacked that. This further inflamed Charlie who reached between Rachel's legs and started to massage Denver's dick. It was already emerging like a chrysalis to a butterfly in spring.

Lifting Denver off the desk and onto Levant's large leather chair, Charlie dropped him on the chair. It swivelled so she was able to continue kissing. They both ran their hands over each other.

"Oh God think how angry he would be if he knew we made out on his desk" Charlie said "He would spank both of our assess."

Charlie reached down between Denver's legs and continued to massage his dick.

"Oh I so fucking want you." Denver said pulling Charlie closer so their nipples rubbed sexually against each other.

Charlie began pumping Denver's dick, but it wasn't starting up. Charlie looked down, then back up "I love Rachel's eyes." Charlie said, focused on the mascara orbited diamonds.

Charlie kept pumping Denver's dick, but nothing happened.

"Oh fuck" Denver said, desperate to fuck Charlie.

"Its OK it's OK. Let me do it." Charlie said, going even faster than before. It started to hurt.

"Shit," Denver said.

Charlie wondered what this meant and felt a small warm pool of cum and pre-cum leak from Denver's flacid man skin.

"I'm sorry," Denver said in Rachel's voice.

Charlie looked at the mess in her hands "It's OK. Its OK", she reassured him softly. "This is fine."

"It's the chemicals," Denver said."it's not you. It's so not you I desperately what you."

"This is OK," Charlie said very firmly.

Then she wiped her hand on the Italian leather. "He's going to be very angry when he finds this. So you're going to lick it up with your tongue."

Denver looked up. Charlie looked down and slightly broke her stern expression and almost winked at him.

"Oh OK," Denver said getting down from the chair on to his hands and knees.

"Maybe if I got changed?" Charlie suggested.

"Yeah maybe," Denver said apologetically. He was drawn to Charlie dressed as a woman, but didn't want to break the moment.

Charlie grabbed the gaff and the tape from Rachel's handbag.

"I'm going to put this mess away, I'm going to get changed and I am going to have fun another way OK Rachel?"

While she spoke, Charlie taped the damp mess away.

"OK." Rachel said using her voice. She felt confused, she was hot, she had been looking forward to this for days. She missed contact with Charlie, but now she was a live-in lover the events which triggered things got messed up. Charlie Unzipped Rachel's dress leaving only her bra, panties and high heels on. There was a ring of gold leaf around her shoulders. Charlie took the dress away stroking Rachel's bottom then went to the bedroom.

"Are you still licking?" Charlie said from the bedroom.

Rachel licked up Denver's cum. She was getting used to the taste and texture. The nutritionist made a salty health drink which had the same consistency. Licking felt like a suitable punishment for failing Charlie like that. She felt awful.

When Charlie had returned she had changed into a black suit, she was also wearing a black suit and tie. She had pulled out her hair extensions leaving the boys hair. She covered up her make up with a pair of dark sunglasses.

Rachel looked around. She was on her hands and knees facing away from Charlie.

"I'm Charles. You wanna please me don't you?" Charlie said in a slightly lower register.

"Yeah I'm sorry. I'm really.. its." Rachel said.

Charlie looked down. "Shut the fuck up. Slut. Stop whining. Do you want to please me or not?" She asked.

"Yeah. I do. I do. Charles, " Rachel said.

Charlie passed out some poppers for both of them. They both inhaled in unison and Rachel felt the rush pick her up and sooth her fears.

Charlie moved forward and unzipped her trousers. From her crotch stood a small narrow metal cock. It was attached to a harness which kept it held to her crutch.

"OK. Then you can please me by recreating my favourite moment in Deadpool." Charlie said.

Rachel regretted watching the movie with Charlie. Charlie had loved it, saying it really turned her on. It looked like she had got Richard out. Rachel looked away and felt Charlie get down. She felt Charlie rub something on her ass, lubricant.

Then Charlie knelt and moved forwards.

"How do you people do this?" Charlie said in a slightly less angry voice as the tip bounced against Rachel's round ass.

Rachel reached between her legs and grabbed the dick between two fingers. She guided the probe to her ass hole. Then swallowed.

"Relax, Rachel." Charlie began."Relax"

Rachel felt, the probe go up her tender sphincter for the first time.

"Do this for me," Charlie said. "Oh, God, this feels good."

Rachel felt super guilty, somehow not being able to get hard for her seemed like the greatest insult. It was like she didn't like her. Hopefully, this fantasy would even things out. Charlie slowly partly entered Rachel's ass, she then started to move her hips, moving the stem forwards and backwards. It didn't feel as bad as Rachel had expected. It kind of hurt but was pleasant at the same time. Rachel moved forwards deeper into Rachel's rear.