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The Heiress 17
🕑 Added 2024-01-30 09:39:00 +0000 UTCChapter 17: It’s Dirty Work, But Someone Has to Do It
Another week had come and gone, with Brian still enshrouded in the guise of Roxy Devine, navigating the opulent yet treacherous landscapes of luxury real estate and high society in Los Angeles. Each day was a gruelling marathon of idle gossip at the office, coupled with the task of presenting lavish properties to wealthy clientele. His efforts were not in vain, though; a recent sale had brought a rare glimmer of approval from Melanie. However, this small victory did little to ease the discomfort and indignity of his daily existence.
The return of Evelyn over the weekend brought its own set of challenges. Although she seemed mostly pleased with his progress, her latest intervention had introduced a new trial into Brian's already tumultuous life. Now, each morning began even earlier than before, with a stylist arriving at his apartment to subject him to tedious hair and makeup sessions. The stylist, a perky and chatty professional named Lisa, seemed oblivious to Brian's internal turmoil as she skillfully transformed him into the epitome of femininity.
Lisa, also responsible for choosing his outfits in Evelyn's absence, seemed to delight in selecting the most overtly feminine and revealing ensembles for Brian, much to his chagrin. Today's choice was particularly egregious in Brian's eyes: a cacophony of pinks and reds that he would never have dreamed of combining on his own. The knee-length, fitted pink dress clung to every curve of Brian's new form, accentuating the femininity that had been meticulously crafted through weeks of transformation. The asymmetrical neckline, leaving one shoulder bare, added an extra layer of exposure that made Brian squirm internally.
The ensemble was rounded off with a pink Louis Vuitton handbag which, while undoubtedly luxurious, felt like a glaring beacon of his forced persona. The blazer, notable for its jarring red collar, seemed to scream for attention, a sentiment echoed by the perilously high, cage-like red platform sandals that threatened to topple him at every precarious step.
Brian's lips, painted a glossy, vibrant red, matched his perfectly manicured nails - a detail Lisa had insisted on, claiming it tied the entire look together. However, Brian couldn't help but grimace at his reflection in the mirror. The sight of his hair styled into a blonde princess Jasmine ponytail added a surreal touch to his already over-the-top appearance. Each section of his hair was cinched with whimsical little butterfly clips, which, rather than adding charm, only heightened the sense of absurdity.
The tightness of the dress and the strain on his scalp from the elaborate hairstyle made every movement a study in discomfort. As he thanked Lisa, his words were polite, but his tone belied his hesitancy. Stepping out to his yellow car, the embodiment of the flamboyant persona he was forced to adopt, Brian took cautious steps. The restrictive skirt and towering heels reduced his stride to a mincing shuffle.
The morning in the office was unremarkable, filled with the usual compliments and gossip that had become the soundtrack of Brian's new life. His co-workers, still largely oblivious to the true nature of his predicament, continued to treat him as Roxy, the glamorous and successful real estate agent. He played along, his responses automatic and rehearsed, his mind elsewhere.
By mid-afternoon, Brian was eager to escape the confines of the office. After informing Melanie of his supposed property showing, he grabbed his flashy Louis Vuitton handbag and made his way to the car. The bright yellow Lamborghini roared to life, its engine a stark contrast to the sluggish pace of traffic in Los Angeles. He manoeuvred through the streets with a sense of purpose, heading towards the hills.
The route to the upscale properties had become familiar, a winding path leading to the city's most opulent homes. As he ascended, the sprawling view of Los Angeles unfolded below him, a tapestry of buildings and bustling lives that felt both connected to and distant from his own.
Arriving early, as per Melanie's protocol, always put Brian in an awkward position. He stood outside the property, the towering heels of his shoes causing constant agony. His ankles and calves cried out for relief, but he resisted the urge to sit, aware that the potential client could arrive at any moment. His posture, maintained with almost stoic resilience, concealed the discomfort that pulsed through his body.
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As if summoned from the essence of a high-end car commercial, a sleek Porsche 911 glided into view, its glossy finish gleaming in the bright afternoon sun. The door swung open, and out stepped a figure embodying casual elegance. Tod Stark removed his sunglasses with a deliberate slowness, his gaze landing on Brian with an unmistakable spark of interest.
"Hello, Roxy," Tod greeted, his voice oozing a charm that seemed well-rehearsed. His eyes swept over Brian, taking in the meticulously curated ensemble that epitomized Roxy's extravagant persona. "You look great," he added, his smile broadening into a grin that suggested a playful undertone.
Brian experienced a flush of discomfort at the compliment, feeling his cheeks warm beneath the expertly applied makeup. "Thanks, you're not looking too bad yourself," he managed to say, each word echoing his inner conflict. The moment lingered, filled with a palpable tension, until Tod's casual query about a property tour dispelled the awkwardness.
Seizing the familiar framework of a property showing, Brian guided Tod inside, welcoming the chance to slip back into the more familiar guise of a real estate agent. The house, a showcase of modern luxury, revealed itself to them, each room a tribute to lavish living. Brian led confidently, his voice steady as he pointed out the property's unique features - a state-of-the-art kitchen here, a bespoke home theatre there, each element carefully chosen to dazzle.
Their tour wandered through the spacious living areas, ascended the grand staircase, and ventured into the house's more personal spaces. Brian's narration was interspersed with Tod's sporadic inquiries, his interest appearing sincere as he took his time examining the architectural and design details.
Eventually, they found themselves on an upstairs balcony, a grand expanse of marble that presented a stunning view of the carefully manicured garden below. The sunlight bathed the marble in a warm light, highlighting the intricate patterns within the stone and lending the area an almost otherworldly charm.
"Well, that concludes the tour. But, given that you're probably not here to buy the place, I have something to ask you," Brian said, attempting to conceal the nervousness in his voice as he eased onto the cool marble ledge, grateful for the relief it provided to his sore feet. His posture, both refined and calculated, aimed to preserve the fragile illusion of his female persona. The skirt of his dress, a tight ring of fabric around his thighs, became even tighter as he crossed his legs, the action practised but unnatural.
"I might buy the place," Tod countered, his voice tinged with a hint of challenge as he settled beside Brian on the ledge. "I can afford it." Their closeness was disconcerting, the space between them crackling with an unvoiced tension.
"I'm sure you could," Brian replied, tossing his hair with a practiced nonchalance, the strands of the finest human hair extensions money could buy fluttering in the air. He could feel Tod's peering gaze on him, evaluative and shrewd. "I need to talk to you about Cameron," he ventured, steering the conversation into dangerous waters.
The mention of Cameron's name darkened Tod's expression, like a shadow momentarily dimming a clear sky. "I need to understand what happened to her, and... well... if your father was involved?" Brian gambled, flinging his questions into the fray of a high-stakes game where truths were the currency and the risks were beyond measure.
Tod's reply came after a pause, a silence heavy with untold secrets. "Why does this matter so much to you?" he asked, his question sharp, cutting to the core of Brian's elaborate facade.
Brian leaned on a well-rehearsed response, a tapestry of partial truths and sheer necessity. "Life's been a struggle, Tod. I've fought for everything. But I've climbed my way up by making smart choices and working hard. To be frank, is Charles Montgomery the man of my dreams? No, but he offers me a better life." The words felt hollow, a distasteful falsehood masking a harsh reality.
“That said,” he continued, “he can't move forward until he knows what happened to his daughter, no matter the outcome. I know you care about her. Please help me?” His request was a mix of exposed vulnerability and strategic planning, like a lure cast into uncertain waters.
Tod's response was a combination of conflicting emotions, his furrowed brow and crossed arms hinting at an internal debate. “I like you, Roxy. I do want to help,” he admitted, his defences starting to wane. “But first, I need to know: do you like me, or are you just using me?”
Taken aback, Brian struggled to maintain his composure amidst the unexpected turn in their dialogue. “I like you, Tod,” he stated, his tone smooth though the concept felt alien. “You're a very impressive man.” This strategic flattery seemed to resonate with Tod, his stern expression giving way to a tentative smile.
“Suppose my father was involved with Cameron's situation. What do you plan to do with that information?” Tod's inquiry was incisive, delving into Brian's true motives.
Brian felt a surge of adrenaline at the hint of a resolution. “I'd share the findings with Charles, hoping to bring him some peace. Do you have any evidence?” His voice remained calm, despite the quickening of his heartbeat.
“I might be able to do some digging,” Tod suggested, inching closer. “I can do that for you,” he added, his hand resting on Brian's knee, a gesture fraught with implied promises.
“Thank you,” Brian managed, his voice a whisper of gratitude and apprehension. The moment teetered on the precipice of intimacy, a line Brian felt both compelled and terrified to cross.
But then, as if saved by the bell, Tod stood abruptly. “Just going to use the bathroom,” he announced, leaving Brian both confused but relieved. Alone on the marble ledge, Brian allowed himself a moment to breathe, to collect his scattered thoughts.
But the reprieve was short-lived as Tod soon returned while wearing fewer clothes! The removal of his shirt revealed a toned body, a display that sent a wave of unease through Brian. Tod confidently strode over, standing over Brain, the deliberate unzipping of his pants left little to the imagination regarding his expectations.
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"I can't have sex with you," Brian blurted out, the words rushing from him in a panic. "I won’t cheat on Charles, even if it is a marriage of convenience."
Tod's smile was unnerving in its calm assurance. "That’s okay," he responded, his tone suggesting an alternative that Brian dreaded. "You can satisfy me another way. I’ve been thinking about those fat lips of yours all day."
The words sent a chill down Brian's spine, a reminder of the sacrifice he had already made and the one looming before him now. The thought of repeating an act he deeply regretted was almost too much to bear. But the way forward was clear. With a heavy heart, Brian resigned himself to the role he must play.
"Let me see him," he said, forcing a seductive purr into his voice. His heart sank as he watched Tod's reaction, the man's face lighting up with anticipation.
Tod obliged, revealing himself fully to Brian. In that moment, as Brian took the man between his glossy red lips, it felt as if his last vestiges of dignity were slipping away, like he would be forever changed from the man he used to be.
Feeling sick to his stomach, Brian went through the motions, his mind detaching from the immediate situation as if to shield him from the misery. Rather than focusing on sensory details like taste or smell, he centred his thoughts on his ultimate goal, the driving force behind enduring such humiliation. The prospect of uncovering information about Cameron and ultimately securing his escape from this forced nightmare became the beacon that guided Brian through the degrading act of sucking and licking Tod's penis until it exploded in his mouth.
Comments
ds1000
Hey, I'm so glad you're enjoying the stories. Regarding my DA stuff, I'm not opposed to posting it here too, especially if it's a series like the recent Christmas one. However, I feel it's important to continue making some free content without having to worry about posting it here first. That said, there's no reason why the completed series can't be featured here, so I'll move over 'The Tragic Tale of Pretty Boy Jackson'. The rest of the stories are either unfinished or not up to a standard I'm happy with.
Cerial442
Really enjoying both stories posted here. For this one it looks like someone crossed a path of no return. I was wondering, I see some stuff you are still posting on Deviant Art, would you consider also posting here, so all of your content is available in one place? Looking forward to the next updates for both stories.
