This is a little something I'm writing for a friend.  This chapter sorta sets the stage, so to speak.  I do hope he likes it, and all of you that may end up reading it, too!

 Lilly-b

Chapter 1

I looked atmyself in the mirror.  My light brunettehair was pulled to the sides in curly pig tails, my bangs sweeping to the leftjust above the eyebrows.  I'd plucked mybrows to an arc ending just beyond my eyelids. My lashes swept up - a dark brown, almost black.  They were carefully seperated and amplifiedthe blue hues of my eyelids.  The makeupI'd chosen was slightly lighter than the natural color of my face, with aslight blush at the cheeks.  My lips werepainted a fiery red, perfectly matching my finger and toe nails.  He had selected a flimsy white lace bra tohold my B size breasts in place.  Thematching bikini style panties held my 'clitty' firmly between my legs.

I picked up thelight pink tank top from the bed and wiggled it in place.  The bottom hem was two inches above my bellybutton and the light cotton hugged my every curve.  Next, I stepped into the black miniskirt.   The waist fit tightly just above my hips,with the hem falling only a couple of inches below my crotch.  It was full cut so that any breese would liftit, exposing my butt cheeks, or crotch to anyone that might be looking.

I sat onthe edgeof the bed and slipped my feet into the shiney black five and a half inchsandle heels.  The straps criss crossedthe tops of my feet and finally encircled my ankles, ending in three buckles tohold the tortorous heels in place.  I'dnever worn heels so high.  Four and ahalf inches had been my limit to this point. But, He insisted I wear them on this special day.

Carefully, I gotto my feet and, taking short steps, moved to the full length mirror again.  Before me was this 'knock me down and fuckme' brunette.  The lacy cups of the brawere just visible outside the edge of the tank top.  My taunt midriff was bre for all to see.  And, the legs - well, the legs went onforever!  Of course, the fact my skirtbarely went past my crotch added to the illusion I was a leggy slut!  But, I noted with a slight grin, it was stilleffective.

I turned slightlyto see how I looked from the side, and back. My calfs and thighs were taunt from the height of the heels.  I lnew I'd be getting a charley horse, or twobefore the night was finished.  But, thenagain, I thought, that would probably be the least of my worries.

Because I had tostick my butt out to help maintain my balance in the monster heels, I wasshocked to see that the bottom of my butt cheeks were plainly viible with mesimply standing there!  Sexy from thefront - slutty from the back.  I was surethat was exactly what He had wanted when He picked out this outfit for me.

I glced at theclock and realized He would be home soon! I had to hurry and get down stairs. He expected me to be standing at the door waiting for Him when He gothome.  I stopped midway across the roomand moved toward my vanity.  Picking pthe spray bottle of Channel, I placed a light mist of it on my cleavage andplaced a bit behind my ears and on my wrists.

The added inchwas harder to get used to than I had anticipated.  I quickly learned that I would not be movingquickly anywhere.  I had to take smallsteps, or face the very real possibility of falling.  I thanked the gods for the banister as I mademy way down stairs to wait at the front door for Him.

As I waited, Ibegan thinking about what this day was about. He had told me two weeks ago that He had decided to have a barbeque thisvery Sunday for the Big football game on TV. Usually, when He palnned these things, I wasn't invited.  'It's a man thing,' He would say.  'Sissies aren't invited.'  I would have to stay in the room while He andhis male friiends ate steaks and drank beer . They'd spend hours there after the game, going over palys they'd seen.  And, of course, gettin gdrunker anddrunker.  Once they all had finally left,I would be allowed to come out of the room and clean up the mess.  But, I didn't mind.  Afterall, He enjoyed it, and that was whatcounted.

This time,however, He told me I would be the 'hostess!' While He would do the cooking, I was expected to serve the guys theirsteaks, and fetch them their beer whenever they needed one.  I would be expected to be 'johnny on thespot' for whatever they needed.

I was shocked atHis plans.  I had always been His littlesecret.  I was His little cum slutsissy.  He insisted that I always bedressed as a girl.  I didn't mind this atall, in fact that was one of the first things that attracted me to Him.  And, I was expected to meet Him at the doorwhen He got home from work.  He'd kiss medeeply and gently shove me to my knees. Then, He would ram his cock deep into my throat - so deeply I could feelhis pubic hairs against my nose.  Hewould shove it in and out, in and out. Grabbing my wrists in one of His monster hands if I dared to try to keepHim from having His way with me.  He'dshoot his load into my stomch, always saving the last couple of squirts for mymouth.

But, He wouldcarress me afterwards.  And, reward mewith His deep kiss - a 'sharing of His manhood,' He called it.  And, always, without fail, my little 'clitty'would shoot its own meager load!  I wouldhave to excuse myself to change and lick my panties clean - something Heinsisted on.  But, now He was going todisplay me to His frineds.  And, in thisoutfit, display was a very appropriate term.

I wasn't entirelysure what He expected of me today.  And,that worried me somewhat.  To be therefor whatever they needed could mean o many different things.  And, He'd insisted I give myself a thoroughenema this morning.  That usually meantHe and I were going to have some heavy 'missionary' sex.  But, most of the time He got drunk enough toonly want me to suck Him off - if even that. And the outfit showed much more than was necessary for a hostess.  I was totally unsure of just what the daywould end up bringing my way.  But, I wassure He knew exactly what was to happen. All I could do was hope He would watch over my well being.

My musings werinturrpted by the sound of the car door slamming shut.  My heart thumped harder and my little 'clit'grew hard in anticipation.  But, insteadof coming in and kissing me, He opened the door and shouted, "Come outsideand help me unload the car."

I stood there,totally shocked!  He'd never allowed meto go out the front door in the day time. Now He wanted me to help Him unload the car?  Dressed as I was?  Confusion rattled my brain.

'Maybe I shouldhave had you dye your hair blonde," He said angrily.  "You're sure acting stupid likeone.  Now get a move on, before I spankyour butt!"  I came out of myconfusion and moved, slowly, out the door to the car.  As soon as I got outside the breeze picked upmy skirt and exposed my lacy panties.  Imoved my arms down to put the unrully skirt back in place.

"There'll benone of that," He said.  "Letthe skirt go where it will.  Besides,shortly your arms will be full of stuff and you won't be able to control itanyway!"  I blushed, looked aroundand moved my arms away from the skirt.  Inotced a man about two houses down, across the street, that seemed to be takinga lot of interest in the goings on with my skirt.  But, He offered an arm to help me move a bitfaster.  Of course I accepted and eventhen found it necessary to have both hands on His arm to keep my ballance.  this let my skirt to the descretion of thewind.  And, the wind wanted to be naughtytoday.  My panties were clearly visiblemore than they weren't.  And, the manacross the street seemed to be enjoying the show tremendously!