Clap Hands, Here Comes Rachel

by Rachel

  

Welcome to The Club, Stefani or

Move Over, Rachel, Here Comes Stefani or

Misery Loves Company, But Honey, I'm Not Complaining

 

We're not going back to recap this trip. If you're still with me, then let's get on with it. They had Stephen in a somewhat stupor and they were just beginning to do their thing on him. Oh, what was that thing, you say. You got to stay with the story line, hon.

It didn't take Stephen long to recover from his lethargy, in fact, he was all cheery-like, looking around and asking "What's happenin'?" and the girls knew that he was indeed ready. Rachel humored him along as the others worked to fiddle around with his nipples. They sort of coated a broad area around his chest, an area about two inches around his areola areas and expanding it to an area well under his armpits. He could feel the coldness of the fluid, a clear liquid, hardly visible, "Nothing to concern yourself about, Stephen," they assured him. Rachel was right in there with, "Do you like the really big boobs, Stephen, or would you be satisfied with the kind that we've got. Those really humongous bazooms are sort of out of style now, but hey, the girls who got them still got them and I'll bet they are all worrying about the silicon leakage problem. The smaller ones really serve us well, don't you know, you can't always go by size as to what they can do for you." And Rachel took special pride in allowing him a small peak down the front of her blouse – she liked to tease the boys like that, something she had been taught early on. And she recalled the added confidence that she got in herself when her own boobies had become competitive with the other girls. She sort of lorded it over the other girls in that hers were all natural, sort of a back handed dig, don't you know. Don't get me wrong, Van, Samantha, Richelle and Tricia, (Say, honey, can you remember when all four of these girls came into the picture?) they didn't have any augmentation done to them, I know, I've been there.

Rachel ran her fingers over Stephen's face cooing, "Oh dear, how smooth your face is what with all that shaving and lotions that they applied on you. And you smell so nice, so effeminate. Oh, the boys are going to love you, absolutely love you."

And all the while, other attendants were working on his finger nails applying the artificial nails which extended a goodly quarter of an inch beyond the ends of his fingers. And just to let him know the permanency of the application, they added, "These new fingernail adhesives are really tenacious, the fingernails won't be falling off accidentally the way they used to with the older adhesives." (Careful if you choose to use the new nails and adhesives, getting it off can be such a hassle). What color? Why candy apple red, of course, all the boys think that brighter is better and always opted for candy apple red because not only did they show prominently, it always sounded so good when you said it. They gave him his first pedicure and applied color to his toenails, what color, candy apple red, of course. Had the techers been female, they would have selected the nail coloring to coordinate with the rest of his outfit – honey, that's another reason why I say it is so necessary to have female counsel in making the transformation. And honestly, girls have a function other than to accommodate the needs of the male but I wouldn't want the women's libbers to hear me say that.

Rachel slipped the earphones on Stephen and kept him otherwise occupied while the other girls were fiddling with his nipples and getting the make-ready done. But Stephen was busy responding to Rachel ministrations even to returning the small kisses that he was getting and all the while, they were putting new ideas into his head through the earphones. And meanwhile, down on the farm, other hands were busily engaged. Stephen could feel them down there and hearing them talking amongst themselves, "Push it way back down there and smooth it out." And oh boy, they were indeed smoothing it out, spraying it, fiddling with it and smoothing it out, and Rachel was always right there with, "Does that feel good, Stephen, we're just getting it out of the way for you, no big thing, don't you know. And the techers knew that in just a few minutes, the spray on adhesive would set up and when it set up, sure, he could feel it and shift it somewhat but it was always going to return to its original position. And sure enough, it was Tricia who reported, "It's all down now, the way they talked to him through the headphones, it kept shrinking while we were stroking it and we got it laying flat with only a few convolutions showing. We can fill it with body putty if we have to." Stephen could hear but could make no sense of the conversation, just as well. He heard, "We're almost done now," but with the continued smoothing that was going on, it was hard for him to tell that they were done. And Rachel gave him another drink to keep him in a good mood. He heard, "There, that's good, that's the way it's gonna be for the next three days or so. Maybe more."

Stephen could feel his head clearing. Although he had been aware of the activities around him, he was in that docile and amicable mood and maintained his cool throughout the procedures. Docile means that he lodged no protest to anything, amicable means that he accepted everything and anything without complaining. There was also amiable which means that he sort of jovially went along with it all – but you know what I'm sayin'. Oh, he could feel a little discomfort here and there but he was willing to accept it as part of the training. Good boy, Stephen. And damn, Rachel wished that she wouldn't get so much of the flashbacks to her own training days. She cooed, "Oh, you're going to love this, Stephen, you're absolutely going to love this. Well, maybe not."

Stephen shook his head. He could feel the added weight on his chest which seemed to give him an entirely different feel than he had previously experienced. He looked down to see the two bulges which protruded unnaturally from his chest and sort of pushed his nipples right out to the fore. And boeeing, all he had heard through the earphones came right to the fore. He knew what they had done to him, for him? He leaped from atop the table and instinctively crossed his arms over his chest in an effort to stifle the movement of the bulges. The girls laughed, "Oh, look, by the way he's trying to hide them, he must like them." They called out, "Let it all hang out, Stevie, go over by the mirror – you're going to love them, absolutely love them." Stephen tried to shake them away but all he could feel was the gentle stretching of upper chest muscles. He could even feel the stretching from way under his armpits. But best of all, he could feel the pull that they were exerting in that area some two inches around each of his nipples. He finally settled himself and looked into the mirror.

Aaaaaagh, he could hear the girls, "They're beautiful, Stevie, absolutely marvelous." It took Stephen but a moment to fully appreciate what they had done for him, to him. His body was hair free from below his eyes down to his tippy toes. His newly applied breasts were gorgeous, each a good handful by any measurement, perfectly matched left to right with just enough frontal projection to produce a meaningful hang. It was the type which sort of invited cradling, you know, by himself or by others by invitation, you know what I'm sayin'?.

And so overcome was he by the new addition, he barely had time to check on his deduction. The girls steadied him as he gaped at what was no longer there. To make a long story short, they had applied Kitty II to him – you remember all that stroking, sure you remember The Kitty II. Impossible, you say? Well, The BSers had used some of their PIS techniques, this time by way of that ear piece into which they implanted their psyche inversion words into his semi-dormant mind. They could be heard saying to him, "Oh, you have such beautiful breasts now. If you're going to be a girl, you've got to have boobs with the nipples attached. And oh, by the way, you know that obstruction that you used to have between your legs, well, we took that away but gave you what every little girl must have to succeed socially and financially. And we've made a lot of adjustments to your body as well. You'll notice that you cannot see the outline of your ribs nor the angular look at your collar bone. And we've given your thighs a new taper and your arms and legs show little sign of any musculature. Have you checked the smoothness of your body, the flatness of your stomach and oh my, have you given your legs a recent look over. All the other girls have and they all agree, you have such lovely legs, and on and on and on." Repeat something over and over and over again, pretty soon, they have you believing it. Stephen was standing there bare assed naked, keeping his thighs clenched and trying to cover himself with just his two hands. And the video cams and still cameras were shooting his antics from start to finish right through the one way mirrors – oh, they weren't finished with him yet.

And the girls were taunting him friendly like, "I can still see it, honey," and they laughed as he moved his hand from one breast to down between his legs. He tried to cover more of his breast area with his arms to no avail. But he could still hear them laughing and heard from the other side, "You know, you got one cute looking ass back here, I want to see how he's going to cover them. He turned himself quickly and made a move with his hands but the futility of it all quickly stifled the effort. And all the while, the video cams and still cameras were photographing his antics. And the girls were cheerfully merciless as they taunted him with, "Stand like this, Stevie, just like the girls at the nudie joint when they are showing themselves off for their admirers, a little hip roll – now a meaningful bump, beautiful, Stephen, beautiful. You're such a fast learner." And the silly sucker was eating it all up and complying with all requests. Did I mention 'amicable?" Stephen knew when he was licked. He took the attitude of 'if you can't beat them, might as well join them.' Good boy, Stephen, good boy, er, good girl. Oh, it wasn't really a good bump but at least he was trying – and besides, he was showing his potential.

And indeed they had done a job on him. The techers had pulled out their now infamous Kitty II plus the supplementary BS Boobies now in its fifth edition, available in several styles in Sizes B and C cups, other sizes to special order, thank you kindly. Boobies V was available in pair sets only and came attached as one piece in the cleavage area, sort of like a vest. The soft transparent wings projected well out to the armpit area, down close to the naval and a little shorter up at the upper chest, leaving not a trace of the area where vinyl met the flesh. The breathable vinyl was transparent as was the adhesive and blended perfectly with all varying shades of the naked female flesh. The adhesive areas were clearly defined in the instruction pamphlet as being on the outer perimeters, thus allowing freedom of movement of the breasts themselves to effect a more natural swing and sway. Honey, when the admirers of the body female analyzed the product, they were not apt to spend time determining where the vinyl started and the female ended – I think I said that backwards but you know what I mean.

But wait, wait, there's more. The newly developed silicone material had enough heft to, well, move freely just like the ones on the ordinary girls and had built in compartments for small batteries from which some electrical leads could be seen. At the very beginning of the installation procedure when Stephen was still in the docile mode, they pierced each of his nipples and inserted the classic gold rings through them. Oh, really, it's easy enough to do now – I saw it done in a scene performance once when a would-be mistress wanted to show the other dominants that she really belonged with them. She survived the piercing well enough but oh my, how she tried to hold back but her pained howling was clearly audible – that's when they went to push the gold rings which had a larger diameter than the needle. I think they did that on purpose. I was off to one side and giggled during her anguish. You can bet your sweet biffy that I made sure that she never saw me again. They could do only one nipple on the first go-around. And it was later in the evening that she sat to have her second side done. I've seen photos of her in recent years and she still has the rings on. It was sort of an eye-catching novelty back then but now everybody is having it done, I don't know about the nipples but you can see them on eye brows, tongues, noses and navals – doesn't do a thing for me now. Oh, where were we? Oh, it can really be done much less painfully now, but then again, where's the fun in that.

They attached the wires to the ring and plugged them into the battery case during the procedure. And oh my, Stephen was to learn the hard way, every movement of his breasts was transmitted by a little tickling at his own nipple. It wasn't painful per se but annoying since it was a tickle that lasted for some time after the movement which instituted it, did I say, every little movement of his breasts was transmitted right to the nipple itself. When he tried to stifle the movement on his own, he found that compressing the breasts too tightly caused some pins within the apparatus to cause discomfort in an area where he didn't want any discomfort (that's really spelled p a i n, don't you know). And he learned quickly that the discomfort was commensurate with the degree of compression. Translated, it really meant that the inner surfaces of the breasts were lined with pins of varying lengths aimed precariously close to the areola areas. Anybody squeeze the melons any more tightly than the usual sensuous squeeze, Stephen got only a series of minor pin pricks, a little harder, pin pricks a little more deeper, squeeze them too hard, honey, it got his attention, heh, heh, heh. Oh sure, he could get the pins to withdraw but it required practiced manipulation of the breasts but you really didn't want to be seen doing that too often to yourself, don't you know. It was another of those things that was done better with a friend, another innovative teaching tool from The BSers.

Stephen learned that there was nothing he should do to stifle the natural movement of his own boobies. And sure as all get out, he wasn't going to be able to wrap them or tape them to compress them close to his body – man, he knew he had boobs just like the other girls. You know what I'm sayin'? It was almost as though the girls knew what he was thinking, damn, every time he looked at a girl, he could see her boobies swinging freely. He hadn't noticed that before.

Stephen could feel the weight of the boobs pulling on muscles that he had never before had to use. But particularly noticeable was that constant jiggling at his areola areas, I mean it was always there, that's constant, don't you know. In order to relieve some of the weight, he cupped both of his boobs gently and held them close to his body. He heard, "That's why we girls wear a bra, honey. Come on, slide into these mules and toss this gown over your shoulders and we'll go down to the boutique and get you dressed more appropriately.

Rachel was amazed at how quickly they were able to make the transition. Oh, she had been in the same experience herself and knew that they had fixed the image of the new woman that he was into his mind. Oh sure, he had nice legs but not that nice, but it only mattered that he thought they were much nicer than he thought. It was the same with his arms and legs, shoulders and the like, if he thought they were nice, The BSers had done their job. Rachel couldn't recall being able to make the mental adjustment that quickly but then again, they were working on a short term transition for Stephen.

Stephen tried to walk as gracefully as possible on the high heels, and we all know how difficult that is for the first timer. But he was learning to absorb the side comments better now. He heard, "He really knows how to wiggle that ass," which made him smile. All well and good, all he could feel were his boobies, bouncing in unison with his steps. He tried to keep his upper torso steady to minimize the side to side sway but he heard, "Let them swing, Stephen, let them go their own way, that's what the boys like." He got a light hand swat on the ass and squealed. It was just a token swat but it got him to lose his inhibitions. Translated, he leaped forward at the swat, his boobies took a major upwards bounce which he felt as a tug at his nipples – not the electrical tickle, just a good physical tug which settled down just as soon as his boobies settled down. One hand washes the other, so to speak. But just the short walk was sending him the message, like I said, that bigger is not always better when it comes to boobs. He was actually glad that they were not any bigger, no matter what the boys said. Honey, the boobies were working, and would continue to work on him 24/7. No matter what he did he was going to know that he had boobs. But it really made him feel good, it made him feel so, so feminine, he could live with that.

Down at the boutique, they had him stand in front of the mirrors in the gown they had provided for him. Damn, the gown was nearly transparent when they put the lights on him. But the silly sonbitch thought he was a movie star and the girls were encouraging him on. He opened out his gown and posed with his legs showing, he dropped the gown off his shoulders and posed with his boobies in plain view, he moved his arms into various positions just to see the effect it had on his entire body. He opened out his gown and nodded his own approval, damn, he was getting the feel for the modeling bit. You would have thought that it couldn't get any better than that.

But the ladies down at the boutique could see that the hang of his boobies was of great concern to him. They sympathized with him, "Honey, we girls have to put up with them all the time so you might just as well learn to live with it. Oh, they have such lovely cradles for them – let me get some measurements and we're in business." Damn, they took but a few measurements of his bust but they spent an inordinate amount of time discussing and feeling him up on his backsides. Stephen even giggled a little bit at their touch – but man, he thought that one of them was taking extra liberties by flicking at his nipple. And besides, he thought that one of the girls had a voice that was a bit low with a bit of forced sultriness to it. And he knew she would eventually end up pinching his nipples. Yes, and he felt it right down at his own nipple way inside the vinyl likeness, the kind of a tickle at his nipple which caused him to scrunch his shoulders and lean forward, oh, it felt so gooood. Sonbitch, all that teasing of his nipples was keeping them in a constant state of arousal. He thought he could even feel the pounding of his own blood trying to work it's way out of the nipple. Naw, it had to be his imagination.

Van and Samantha could see that Stephen was getting into the act. The effects of the 'on the house' drink had pretty much worn off but the various lectures that he had heard over the ear phones continued to course through his mind. He posed theatrically in front of the mirrors whenever he had the free time.

Oh yes, Stephen was in the proper mood when they showed him the bra. It was a delicately styled which made the one that he had bought for himself at the department stores look as though they were made of canvas and covered him as though it were a vest. Again, but these that they were holding for him were flimsy looking and delicate and of such a daily lavendarish color. He thought they took a lot of extra time to place to bra just so to cup the lower hang of his boobs before they pushed his arms through the shoulder straps. They were grinning as they bounced the boobs into place before reaching behind him to affix the back fastener. They talked to him about front fastening as contrasted to back fastening and casually mentioned that the boys always liked to see the antics girls go through to fasten the back fastening bras. And never mind the trick of fastening the back first in front and then turning the bra to finish up. Oh, it's all right if you're dressing alone but where's the fun in that.

And just before they backed themselves away to let him have a good look in the mirror, they made sure that his breasts were seated properly in their cups. But the silly sonbitch smiled his appreciation, he was loving the attention, sultry voice or not.

He could feel the support that the bra was providing him. He moved his arms this way and that and watched the effect that it had on his bra encased breasts. Sure, he continued to feel the movement at his nipples but now, the movement was much more subtle and controlled, you know, sort of flowed rather than give with the herky jerky motions. He loved it, absolutely loved it. And just as they expected, he postured himself – damn, he was beginning to like the look of his new body.

The matching panties were much smaller and flimsier than he anticipated, but then again, he had forgotten that they would not be performing a support function any more, an honest mistake. In fact, he could even see the darker outline of The Kitty II showing right through the gossamer fabric. But they pointed out to him that all the really classy girls wore the bikini styles rather than the full cut panties. They pointed out that the bikini panties sat midway down on his hips rather than over his hip bones, sort of made him worry that they would slide down. Rachel chuckled to herself recalling how her first garter belt kept sliding down because she didn't have the fleshy hips of the female. But once that diet had begun to show the effects, everything that she put on her hips, sort of stayed there, G strings, thongs, dance costumes and the like. He had no quarrel with them. Stephen shifted his legs to get a better look at the smoothness at his vee. He even turned himself sideways in order to get a better look at his mostly exposed cheeks. He heard the girls, "Way to go, Stephen, stand this way," and Stephen mimicked the poses that the girls urged him to assume. Oh sure, some of the poses were dance oriented, you know, the kind that the nudie cuties assumed for their publicity photos. But what the hey, Stephen had his bra and panties on and damn, the look on his face told the whole story.

Stephen took the time to analyze their selection of the bra. They certainly performed a functional purpose, you know, sort of a cradling effect as contrasted to the push em up and squeeze them in to create an effect, like Rachels, don't you know. The movement of his shoulders seemed to have little effect on his nipples but he could see the gentle swaying that he could impart in spite of the bra. He liked the deep plunge which revealed most of his cleavage. But most of all, he liked the way the outline and shape of his nipples protruded right through the bra. He noted that the shoulders straps were placed well outboard on his shoulders as Tricia added, "You can wear a lot of blouses and dresses that reveal most of your upper chest with that style of bra.

They mentioned sort of solemnly, "You know, you aren't going to get away with just one set of underwear. Girls have to coordinate the color of the underwear with their outerwear and have several sets to wear for every night of the week. Ofttimes, you'll have to change your underwear several times a day and certainly, you'll lose a few during an evening session or give them away as souvenirs. It's all in fun, don't you know, but you lose a panty, you've lost the use of the bra. And besides, you don't want to be spending your spare time rinsing out underwear, don't you know. When we get through selecting your outerwear wardrobe, we'll make a special note as to the styles of underwear which you will need. He recalled that as part of his initial training agreement, in addition to his trial week-end tuition, he would be back-charged for training materials and supplies, special treatments, mandatory field trips and examinations. Great, wasn't that just great.

"Come on, we've got to pick out an outfit for you to wear tonight down to The Club." Stephen grinned inwardly, he loved the delicate fabric with which the bra was made, it was so, so, so feminine. Oh, he couldn't really feel it through all that vinyl but his psyche had been so altered that all he knew was that he had the boobies and The Kitty II just like all the other girls. And that was good enough for him.

Rachel grinned as she recalled her first real bra, oh, you remember, it was a demi bra with the lacey see through lace trim. Rachel liked it particularly well because of the lift and squeeze that it provided her. And she could recall the same sensation when she pulled up her first bikini panty – she pulled them up but they wouldn't come up any further, you know what I mean. And now they were going to take her to the dress department, even Rachel couldn't wait to see that. She found herself comparing Stephens needs (for the bra, I mean) as performing a cradling function more so than shaping but what the hey, he wasn't being groomed for a career as a nudie cutie. Oh, I'm not ruling that out, mind you, it looks as though he had all the pre-requisites for that.

Noone recalled who said it but they heard, "Oh wow, 45 KB (Don't you hate it when you have to talk that computer way) and all you got done is that bra and panty set. Better shake those cheeks or Stephen will be entertaining the boys down at The Club in her bra and panty set. They laughed. Stephen worked up a sheepish grin.

They would let Stephen observe the activities at The Club in order that he get a better feel for what girls do. Oh sure, you remember, they let Rachel learn the same thing by allowing her to remain a male accepting the advances from the girls. But Stephen, he was going to be TV and were they going to let him be the object of some male? Same thing, different approach. Hmm. Interesting.

It was an off the shoulder party dress, purplish in color with a short skirt which ended some inches above the knee. The sort of billowing folds of the shoulders permitted the front to sag just a bit, just a bit, my ass, it matched the plunge that was built into the bra. Rachel gulped as she recalled that her first dress was similar to this one, the main difference being that she was not allowed to wear a bra under the dress. She noted a little pride in being able to do that. She also noted the snug fit at the waist which accentuated the somewhat swell of Stephen's hips but also the lack of a pair of full filling cheeks. It gave Rachel a thrill just to be able to recall the appeal of her cheeks and that very first goose. Tricia and Richelle were both fussing with the fit of the dress and how much skin Stephen should be showing. Rachel knew that Stephen with his male thinking would be sort of appalled at how much of his upper chest would be exposed not to mention the expanse of leg above the knees that would always be in view. But what the hey, have you seen some of the outfits that the stars wear to those award shows. Nuf said. It was all old hat to Rachel, she just couldn't wait to see what kind of stockings they had picked for him. And oh my, they were the same color as the dress with a lacey elasticized top. Stephen had long legs and Rachel envisioned that the stocking tops would sit almost up at the cleft of his thighs, just as the long length stockings did for herself. But Rachel noted that Stephen's stockings were a bit short and if she made a wrong move or got careless in her sitting, the tops of her stockings would show. And that wasn't really in the books. But what the hey, everybody to his, her own choice.

Then there were the shoes. Clod heels to be sure but honey, those spiked heels went out of style long ago and The BSers insisted that their girls always stay current on styles and fads, no matter what the costs would be to the girls. Again, none of the girls were allowed to wear the same party dress twice, particularly within the scene community. Rachel recalled how that affected the charges against her account – it seemed that every time she bought a new dress, she would have to buy the accessories to go with it. Thus, her collection of shoes was constantly growing – and damn, she had to retire the spiked heels even after one wearing. She hated the newer styles with the platforms and klutsy looking heels and the girls weren't allowed to wear the canvas sneaker types lest it affect even their walking steps. But she was always appreciative of the assistance she was getting from Van and Sam. You know, if you left it to the guys to pick the outfits, honey, the girls would still be wearing corsets and those waist nippers and panty hose, ugh, don't you know.

And then there was that whole bit about accessories, no, not only the jewelry but belts and let's not forget that purse, every outfit required a purse commensurate with the style of the outfit. Even Rachel had to concede how much accessories contributed to the whole outfit. Earrings had to have that heavy appearance and dangle right down to her shoulders. Oh sure, it took a lot of getting used to what with all that weight and movement dangling from your earlobes but honey, when they said wear the earrings, honey, you wore the earrings. And pretty soon, they became old hat to you, just like the boobies had become. Besides, you learned quickly that what The BSers wanted you to do, you did it smilingly.

They locked a wide choker necklace on him to conceal his adams apple. Well, that's what they told him but to the scene aficionados, it was the mark that he was already under the wing of The BSers, oh, it would take a little time but in the end, he would become an owned chattel – honey, that's just like a slave, don't you know. Rachel recalled that she proudly wore a special collar to designate her as a slave belonging to Mistress, through the indentured servant path – oh, it took a little extra time until she became an owned commodity, but like I said, she loved it that way.

Tricia and Richelle rushed Stephen along. They picked out the customary shortie nightie and gown shutting off any discussion on the matter with, "Different strokes for different folks," which really meant that there was no standard way to use the nightwear – it all depended on what your partner wanted, you know what I'm sayin'? You look in the catalogs and they even added G strings or panties to the shortie gowns, but like I said, you never know when they're going to come in handy, you could always take it off but not having one to put on could become a real problem, I guess.

Then there was the matter of his going away outfit, something which wouldn't attract undue attention as he drove himself home. Oh, sure, he could have a lower heeled shoe to facilitate his driving, but what's the fun in that, and honey, do you know that the girls wear an entirely different style of underwear under slacks. Like man, they're so fussy that they even have special 'no panty lines showing' panties. All Stephen could see was that his 'supplies and wardrobe' charges accumulating against his account. Aw, honey, you just can't imagine what maintaining both a male and female wardrobe can do to your, . . . to your closet.

They helped Stephen apply his makeup in the nighttime mode, a little more flashier and a lot more intense. They showed him how to use perfume in places where he thought it ought to be applied and he made a mental note of the places where the girls applied it. Stephen posed before the mirrors again as the girls ooood and aaaaad as he playfully assumed poses that he had seen in the magazines. He heard, "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling, the boys are going to love you. The secret is to not turn any of them down but to keep them on the hook. If you become a turn off for them, you might end up chasing them during the course of the evening. We'll be watching you when we can but generally, at The Club, we can get pretty well involved, if you know what I'm sayin'?" Stephen nodded his head in understanding. Van added, "And by the way, when you are dressed like that, your name will be Stefani, Steffi for short." And that was it for Stephen. Rachel mused, "Well, they didn't have a christening party for me either."

The limousine dropped them off at the stage entrance. Stephen noted that Richelle gave the male driver a good scroooch (that's like a frontal goose, don't you know usually used by a dominant female on male slaves to reinforce her superiority, may be applied as a prolonged loving token move or with punishing violence supplemented by the lift, twists and a shake or a combination of all three moves. I got to tell ya, it is a particularly effective and efficient move and a sure fire method to insure lasting obedience and subservience. The scroooch may also be used on the female for like purposes but it is important that the scrooocher establish a firm and positive grip in order to avoid an inadvertent 'fall away'. Oh yes, I've seen it done more than once but it was in conjunction with a stage performance, but oh my, the screams emanating from the scrooochee sort of indicated that she didn't like it one iota which is understandable in that it was what the scroooch is supposed to do. I am extremely happy to have cleared that up for you) and watched as the driver scrinched up his face like it was good but then again, maybe not so good. Rachel could feel the sympathy for him as she passed him on the way into The Club.

The girls made sure that Stefani was as presentable as she could be before they did their own final touch up on their make-up and hair. They stood her in front of the mirrors and again told her, "Oh, you look so beautiful in your new dress, Stefani, now all you have to do is act real lady-like and you'll draw flies. Come on, the three of us will go in together and then play it by ear from there on. Whatever you do, don't freak out. It's your first experience, let it become a good memory."

  

  

  

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