My life was now settling down into a pattern with James and as more money began rolling in, we began to go out together more often. Well once a month at least. He seemed to get a thrill out of us going out with me dressed as Tammy and so that's what we did for these excursions. I didn't dare to use the local shops to buy new underwear or dresses, but went to another town and had them modelled for me by saying that it was a surprise for my girl friend and so bought new dresses and the rest this way. Some I even bought through a catalogue.
The best for me was that lovely sweet smelling bath and seeing to armpits and groin and then use a nice perfume and make my face up and then having that usual sensation when I put on these silks and things. We would eventually go out and find that I liked being treated as a woman and get the attention that I knew I deserved for I really did look attractive when I was dressed and made up in this way. I could see this in the eyes of the men that looked enviously at James after giving me the once over.
Then when back home, we would sit on the sofa to kiss and fondle each other, his hand going up my dress to handle me before lifting the hem right up and going down on me. It was nice to see his head between my stocking legs as he brought about my orgasm as I lay stretched out and savoured his attention on me. I would then reciprocate like Julie Roberts in the film Pretty Woman where she went down on Richard Gere. I would take my dress off and in just the female underwear, get between the legs of James and unzip him, though I did what the film didn't show. That is to take him in my mouth and really get my pound of flesh as well as the weight and contents of his balls, and we also kissed on the lips afterwards. I loved these sessions.
In my position as Assistant Manager in the bank, apart from overseeing the day to day running of the bank, I was now in the position to agree bank loans, up to a certain figure of course, anything higher would be for William to see to. I would, on request, interview clients who wanted a loan for a variety of reasons. Most were granted after a discussion on their ability to repay on monthly instalments though a few were refused.
There was one I neither granted or refused because it was just an enquiry as to whether there was a chance of being given a loan and what he, the man, proposed. His name was Julian Robards, and he was a free lance journalist as well as a biographer. He showed me his tax returns for the past five years, his age being thirty three and it appeared that he made quite a good living at what he did. He was already a client of the bank and with just a few touches of my computer keyboard found that he had a little over fifty thousand pounds lodged with us which made him relatively important from the usual run of the mill clients.
As you can see what I have already in the bank, what I propose is to find some investors to add another hundred thousand so that we would have a working capital of one hundred and fifty. This would be to get the business going, but to really do it properly,' he took a deep breath, is to see if it were possible to get a loan of, say, the same amount for the purpose of opening up a gay bar and club. The bar to be open to the public but the upstairs club for members only. I have all the details here of what it would be like and an estimate of all costs up until the point it should start making a profit.'
My ears had pricked up at a private gay club and liked the idea as he placed a folder on my desk.
`I don't expect an answer right now. All I ask is for you to look over my notes and tell me later if I do manage to raise the other amount, would I be able to get a loan to go ahead?' He was sitting there sweating lightly as I flicked through the folder as I mulled things over in my head.
`Could you give me a few days with this?' I asked of him, my thoughts racing ahead of my speech.
`Of course. Would this time next week be okay to call in for an answer?' he asked anxiously. I told him yes and we shook hands and he left and I spent the rest of the day reading through his notes. I took it home with me in my briefcase and went and had a lovely bath and was careful in doing my make-up and looking really lovely when I made dinner for James. He commented on the fact and was most aroused at this mid week dressing up as a woman for him.
The meal was by candle light and we both enjoyed it very much and we sat on the sofa with our coffee and after dinner drink as I produced Julian Robards folder for him to look at. He grinned at me now guessing why I had tarted myself up that evening and with him being amused, quickly ran through it.
Well I like the idea,' he said when he'd finished at gave me back the folder. This town could certainly do with a place like this, so why have you shown it me? I can see that it is something ominous for you to have taken this much trouble to look nice for me,' he said.
`What do you think of it first?' I countered.
`As I said, I liked the idea. Knowing by the amount of people that come into the back gallery, I think the town could do with a bar or club like this for them,' he replied.
`Would it make money?'
`Oh no doubt about that. The pink pound is very strong here, so now why show it to me? The man...,'
`Julian Robards,' I supplied.
`Yes, Julian Robards, is obviously looking for funding from the bank and so...?' he left the question in the air. I took a deep breath myself now as much as Julian had done.
`What if I were to give myself a loan for fifty thousand pounds to go in with him, would you put in the other fifty thousand so that I can then give him the loan to get the thing going and have a third share in the place?' There, I'd said it and now I waited with baited breath because I knew it would be a winner and I hoped that what James had said earlier that he thought so too, enough to invest. I knew that the amount didn't come into it for I knew that he had more than that in the bank already.
He was thinking so long that I had to get up and go and get us another drink before sitting back down, smoothing my dress out as I did so.
`I'd like to meet this Julian first before I say yes,' he said abruptly, which I knew it would be after he had met him. I nearly spilt his drink as I quickly kissed him and couldn't wait to get his cock out from his trousers to blow him.
The following week, dressed in my sombre banking suit, I welcomed Julian into my office and he nervously sat down.
`Have you found another backer yet for the hundred thousand, for if you have, then I would let you have the loan,' I said.
Oh thank you Mr Black!' he said standing up and shaking my hand across the desk, but no,' he said sitting down. `I haven't found anyone to go in with me yet,' he said, looking a little crestfallen at this admission.
`Well I might have solved that problem for you. Without any promises, I want you to meet someone who might be prepared to put up fifty. He wanted to meet you first before committing himself and, if he, or rather you, are agreeable to him, the other fifty would follow close on behind.'
`Mr Black, thank you very much. When can I meet him?'
I suggested that we met at the club I usually had a drink at when the bank closed and we would go on from there. I deliberately didn't mention that it was where I lived and that James was my husband. We met at the suggested time and I could see that he needed that drink we had before we went home. James didn't close the gallery till six and we arrived just before that time.
I introduced them and saw Julian wipe his hand on his trousers before shaking hands. James then locked up the gallery and led the way upstairs. We sat Julian down in the sitting room, or lounge, whichever you want to call it as we went into the kitchen to get some drinks and glasses.
Well he looks presentable enough,' James said to me while in there, do you think he's gay?'
`Possibly, but I didn't ask,' I replied. I only got a grunt from him as we went back out to the lounge and poured out the drinks and was pleased that Julian took a gin and tonic the same as us.
Well Julian,' James said as he sat down with his drink. Timothy showed me your folder and what you propose and now I'd like to ask a few questions.'
`Of course. I expected that you would,' Julian replied, sitting somewhat closer to the edge of his armchair.
Are you gay Julian?' he asked quietly, and raised his hand to stop Julian answering immediately, though it is of no difference to me one way or another.' I had to hide a smile at the way he phrased that last sentence. `Though it may have a bearing on our future relationship if I agree.'
`In what way sir?' he countered.
`You haven't answered my question Julian, are you, or are you not gay?' James persisted.
Yes,' Julian said, his head held up, and I'm not ashamed to admit it,' he said looking him squarely in the face.
`I'm glad to hear it, for it means you know what to expect and what is needed in the running of a gay bar. Now if you will excuse us for a moment, I would like to have a talk with Timothy.' He put his glass down and motioned me into the kitchen and so I too got up and followed him.
I like him,' James said when we were in there. The question now is do we reveal that we are the same?'
`It would be best to. It would embarrassing for it to come out later if we don't lay our cards on the table at the same time.'
`Yes, I agree,' he said.
I know!' I exclaimed. Let's introduce him to Tammy. If that's not laying our cards on the table, well,' I said.
`Now that would be a winning hand,' he laughed and told me to get changed as he would keep the conversation going till I walked in. So he went back into the lounge and I went quickly into our bedroom and got undressed. I didn't bother with a shower but just quickly had a shave and did my make-up before putting on Tammy's clothes and I was all done inside of fifteen minutes, and then made my entrance into the lounge looking every inch a woman.
Oh Julian,' James said as he got up. Let me introduce you to my partner in life, Tammy. Tammy, Julian.'
`How do you do,' I said in my Tammy voice, extending my hand to Julian who had also stood at my entrance.
`Very well thank you, and you?' he asked as he shook my limp hand.
Couldn't be better,' I said, going and sitting down next to where he would be sitting when he sat back down. A gin and tonic darling,' I said to James and waited till it was in my hand before speaking again, to Julian.
`So you want to open a gay bar? Do you think I would fit in there somewhere?' I asked.
`I think you would fit in anywhere, er, Tammy,' he stuttered.
`So would you accept James here putting in one third and Timothy putting in the same?'
`Yes, yes I would. But where is Timothy to give me this wonderful news?'
`I think that Tammy here speaks for Timothy as they are one and the same,' James said in a drawling voice.
What?' he exclaimed aghast, looking at me much more closely. Bloody hell! I can't believe it!'
Well believe it,' I said as I patted his knee. James and I are gay too, and that is a fact that we don't really advertise.'
`Well you certainly fooled me Tam...er, Timothy. I can't believe it. You look so...so...different,' he finished lamely. Both James and I laughed.
So Julian,' James began, both Tammy, or I should really say Timothy and myself,' he chuckled, `will put in a third each and expect the same in the returns. After, of course, when Timothy approves your loan which will give you three hundred thousand pounds to get the ball rolling, and you expect to have the place up and running within ten months?'
`Yes. This money will allow us to start with the leasing of the building I have in mind, see the notes, and have it all ready with the work done, the place stocked and opened to start repaying the bank's loan. That comes first before we start repaying ourselves and the rest as they say, is gravy.'
`And you reckon within eighteen months after opening?' James put in.
`Sooner, God willing,' Julian said fervently.
Great!' I said, now how about a spot of dinner to celebrate this union?'
`Er, before we, er, begin this, er, celebration, can I make one thing quite clear,' said Julian.
`We're listening,' said James.
Well, it's that I run it along the lines as mapped out in my notes. Please,' he held up his hands. I'm not trying to say that everything I want or do happens without you knowing, but there can only be one control if you know what I mean,' he tailed off, not quite sure how we would take this.
That's fine with us,' James said, as long as Timothy is the book keeper to supervise the costs and expenditure. As to the running of the place when it is actually up and running, it will be left to you. We will be the silent,' he put his fingers to his lips, `partners. What name have you proposed to the bar?'
`I...I haven't really got round to that yet,' Julian said.
How about Julian's,' I said. It has a nice ring to it and it's the least it could be called.'
I agree,' said James, all those in favour?' and his hand and mine went straight up and Julian's face went red and agreed, so we three that night, started in motion the gay bar and club of that name.
The dinner that I cooked was a simple Spanish omelette with salad and wine and we went into further discussion on the interior decoration and it was suggested that a statue be made for the inside of a nude male to emphasise that it was a gay bar. James being the artist had brought this up and it was agreed and I just knew that I was going to be the model for this statue.
Next day, as agreed, Julian came into the bank and I approved a loan of one hundred and fifty thousand pounds to the Julian Bar account, after first having made myself a loan of fifty thousand pounds to put in along with James cheque. At the same time, an agreement was signed saying that James, Julian and I were the three owners and directors of said establishment, of which I got James to sign later.
I've neglected to say that the night before, James and I had a brilliant sex session at our entry into another business and I only jokingly said that if we had Julian with us that we could really cement the collaboration, which happened a few weeks later at James instigation.
But before this happened, we, that meant James as well, was invited to the monthly dinner I had with Mark, Tracey and Diane, as they had something to discuss with us as a group. We thought that was in relation to the books that were now being published and we were starting to get a return on the investment. James was really pleased because he'd had several queries already for copies of some of his illustrations and by advertising a modest sum, was getting orders.
We weren't prepared for the bombshell that the girls dropped in our laps that the both of them were pregnant. Us three men looked at each other, Mark looking the smug one of the trio because of Tracey, but I had had Tracey not that long ago in the studio and I didn't feel at all smug because I'd also had Diane. But then, so had James was the thought that ran through my mind, so which was the father of her incipient baby, James or myself? Many thoughts like this ran riot in my brain that I might even be the father of both the expected children but then might not be the progenitor of either.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, ran through my mind as I tried to come to grips as the others kept on talking round the dinner table. This news put what we had wanted to tell them on the back burner for the time being as this was more personal.
I was glad that I hadn't gone to this monthly dinner dressed up as Tammy as I had first thought I might with this news that I was the possible father of two children by different women. So with this pall hanging over me I didn't quite enjoy the evening as I thought I was going to, and I really felt relieved when it was time for James and I to take our leave.
`Well that's a turn up for the book or should I say another story for Diane to write,' James said when we were being driven home in our taxi.
How can you say such a thing?' I cried, giving him a slap. The child that Diane's carrying could be yours.'
I doubt it,' he said drily and gave me a kiss. Your spunk is more virulent than mine,' he whispered in my ear.
`The driver!' I hissed at him for giving me a kiss in public as it were.
`Ha! Peter! How many pictures of mine do you have?' he asked of the driver of the taxi.
`Only three of Mr Timothy, that's all I could afford,' he shouted over his shoulder. James gave out a chuckle and gave me a look as if to say what else is new?'
`God, how many other people know about me?' I asked in a whisper.
Enough for the new club of Julian's to be oversubscribed I should think,' he said with another chuckle, and even more when I've finished what I've set in motion.'
This, to what he had alluded to was that he had been to the local art school and after studying some of the students work, had commissioned one of them to make a statue. Of me!
I can't say I was humiliated but I was at least very embarrassed at having this young female making a plaster cast of my genitals. The rest of the body, including the face wasn't so bad, but my cock and balls, well!
She spent a week, evenings only, to make these plaster casts of my complete body to take back to her studio to cast me in bronze. When these casts had hardened and taken off, there was a certain residue left that had to be washed off and I insisted, more to annoy James for putting me through this than anything else, that she washed me down. If only she had known after taking an inordinately long time when it came to my prick and bollocks in the cleaning process that all she was doing was for James' benefit and not hers. I'd already been giving the hint, nudge, nudge wink, wink you know what I mean, come on, to which I didn't rise. This I mean in both senses of the word.
I did jokingly say that I wouldn't mind being slightly enlarged in the tackle department and I'm not sure if I was pleased at her reply or was she just buttering me up, for she said that she couldn't in all honestly improve on what nature had already provided me with. It was as big as it needed to be and to increase it would make it disproportionate to the rest of my physique.
Anyway, to jump slightly ahead, the finished statue was, to my mind, a work of art that rivalled Michelangelo's portrayal of David, plus the fact that my cock and balls were that much bigger. Julian and James gushed over it so much that they decided to go ahead and have at least a hundred miniature copies that could be sold behind the bar. To add to the intrinsic value, they would be numbered though one to six would be reserved for us, Julian insisting that I have the prestigious number one as the statuette was of me. It time, they did increase their original purchase price and became very collectable. But more of this later.
I didn't realise how fast time was flying by and realised it was just on a month when my desk phone rang.
Timothy?' it was William, my manager. Do you think we could have a private meeting in my office.'
`Certainly sir,' I replied, being polite because others were in earshot. I told my secretary, I was entitled to one now, who had been taking dictation, that we would finish later as I would be in the manager's office for about twenty minutes and we were not to be disturbed.
I knocked at his door and went in.
`Lock the door please Timothy,' he called out from the bathroom, which I did and waited till he appeared, slightly red in the face for he was minus his trousers and his cock was fully erect with a condom on. I smiled at him and undid my trousers and let them drop to my ankles as I turned towards his desk and leaned over it, spreading my legs as far as I could.
`Thank you Timothy,' he said from behind me as I felt one hand come to my hip and his cock nuzzle my entrance. It was nice in the middle of the afternoon to have a piece of meat slide up into me and feel the hardness rub my insides. He held me quite firmly as he worked himself in and out of me as he fucked and gripped me harder as he came ramming himself up tight to the cheeks of my bum as he pumped out his load.
He gave out a groan as he came and I gave one too when he pulled out of me and I quickly turned round and went down and pulled off the condom and took him into my mouth to suck out the residue. This brought forth another groan from him as I sucked and licked him clean.
`I'll get rid of this,' I said when I'd finished, picking up the used condom, and pulling my trousers halfway up so that I could walk, my erection leading the way, went into his private bathroom and dropped the condom into the toilet bowl. I then began to jerk myself off to get rid of my erection, but didn't know he had followed me in there until he spoke from behind me.
`Do you want me to do that for you?' he asked. I could only stutter out yes for it was unexpected that he would want to do this for me. He stood behind me, his now limp cock pressed against my bum as he put one arm round my waist and with his right hand, began to rub my cock for me. It was nice to have him do this.
`Hold it tighter and go faster,' I gasped as I began to approach my climax, which he did, carrying on as I shot my load, missing the toilet bowl completely because he couldn't see where he was supposed to be aiming it at. It was great having him do this for me, and after I'd wiped my bum, I cleaned up my mess and pulled my trousers up while he got dressed in his.
`Thank you Timothy,' he said again as we went back into his office.
`Thank you too William,' I said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek before unlocking the door and returning to my desk quite satisfied with myself.