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Sitting up in bed Harlow rubbed some of the sleep from his eyes, he was having a hard time sleeping after sitting there literally watching his best friend jerk off. Not only had he not left the room, but he sat there encouraging him, watching his hand move up and down his massive cock. They had taken showers together back in school after football practice, but it wasn’t like he looked at that sort of thing and even if he did it wouldn’t have looked like it did right then, rigid and hard and pointing in his direction.  He needed to get that out of his head and move past it, a trip to the bathroom to relieve himself and a quick shot before coming back to bed would be best.
Putting his feet down and standing up Harlow felt an immediate intense shooting pain run up one of his legs, causing him to plop back down on the bed. “Mou… okay?”
Harlow patted his friend's leg, smirking at him.  He could tell Danny had already fallen right back to sleep after waking up, but even in that state he checked in on him, well mooed at him. Harlow giggled a little before looking toward the bedroom door. He would have to put on the heels just to go to the bathroom, he wasn’t going to get away from the heels till his leg healed. He rotated his ankle and extended his foot, without putting pressure on it there was no pain, but even like that it felt better when pointed. He let out a sigh, just like wearing a cast he was probably going to need to wear heels all the time, even to bed. No one took a cast off when they broke something and something had to have been broken for it to still hurt a few days later.

Sitting down to pee, Harlow closed his eyes thinking about tomorrow he was going to have to ask Val to help him dress like he did on the date. He was going to have to start looking… sluttier with more dramatic makeup and higher heels. Not something he was looking forward to, but the used condoms really would sell the relationship if someone looked in their trash. It was a mistake he started long ago to always do something for Danny or give him something to go along with his schemes all those years ago and now he was paying the price. Still better to pay it, than be dead.

Wiping himself off and washing his hands Harlow looked into the mirror, seeing Lucy in her lingerie, smiling back at him. “I hate that I make a good looking woman… I need to think of a way to pay Jefferson back. Do you have any ideas?” He asked the pretty girl in the mirror. “No, of course you don’t, you're just a ditzy bimbo.” He giggled at his own joke before turning off the lights, thinking about what was in store next for him.

It had been over a week since he made his great escape from Marcus and Oswald before they could take their pound of flesh out of him and hid out with his best friend and thanks to Danny’s sister; now hiding out and pretending to be Danny’s girlfriend. Only one week since he sucked off an ex-quarterback’s cock in the bathroom of his best friend’s house. Not that he wanted to remember that any more than he wanted to remember the other memories he made this week.

After Danny had held up his end and discarded the used condom into the bathroom trash he was certainly grateful to have such a good friend. Even if he had conned him into wearing higher heels and dressing even sluttier than before in exchange for his help.

Of course, Valerie wasn’t through “helping”. No, she had new ideas to help Harlow blend better as Lucy. “So, I was, like, thinking about yesterday and how you had cramps.” She cornered Harlow one fine Sunday in the laundry room.

“I had what?” He didn’t feel sick, what was she even talking about?

“Yesterday you had cramps…in the shower. Like, they weren’t as bad as it usually can be for girls, but they’re still cramps hunnie.”

“Oh…kay?” ‘Cramps’ was better than calling it what it really was, an extremely humiliating moment he couldn’t believe he allowed to happen let alone participated in.

“So it’s probably a sign you’re starting your monthlies.”

“My what?”

“Come on, your mom had to tell you about this stuff by now!” Valerie paused for a moment, allowing what she was indirectly saying to sink in.

“Come on!” Harlow threw his head back. She couldn’t be serious.

“No, you come on.” She pulled Harlow into the bathroom he now shared with Danny. “So all I have left is a tampon or a pad for heavy flow days. Which do you think you’d need?”

“Neither?”

“Hey, we talked about keeping clean.”

“I don’t-” Harlow stopped when he saw the stern look on Valerie’s face. “Know what do they do?” He giggled. He noticed that if he started to object but laughed, or giggled, it off she was a lot more forgiving for him slipping up.

“Oh, sweetie.” She hugged the busty man, enjoying the fact that he had wanted to feel her breasts for years and now was so close yet so impossibly far. “Okay, so this one.” She held up the pad first, “You just put in your panties and, basically, it’ll catch whatever comes out. It feels a little weird at first but you’ll get used to it.” Placing that down and picking up the tampon she barely hid her smirk, “This one goes inside of you, it’s really good but sometimes you’ll forget about it. So you’ll have to remember. Set yourself a reminder on your phone.”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Oh?”

“Hocked it.” Harlow shrugged.

“We’ll work on that. For now, we’ll use Danny’s.”

“I think, if I have to choose," he groaned, knowing he didn’t actually have a choice, “I would rather take the pad.” ‘I’ve had enough things up my butt this weekend.’ He added internally.

“Okay, we have enough for the rest of the week but until then you'll have to be careful and make sure you stay clean."

Danny walked to the door, stopping in his tracks when he locked eyes with Lucy. He hadn’t expected for her to actually try to be sexy for him or that he would’ve found the feminized man so desirable. He tried to leave before the awkwardness could set in but Valerie’s hands gripped his bicep, “Oh, Danny. Can I borrow your phone for a moment?”

“For what?” He asked, handing it over anyway.

“Your girlfriend doesn’t have a phone,” Danny and Harlow both blushed and turned away from each other, hearing Lucy referred to as his girlfriend, “so I am downloading an app for the both of you to keep track of her time of the month.”

“What?!” They both shouted.

“It’s Lucy’s and my time of the month, it’s not a big deal, it happens, cycles sync up sometimes. But a reminder will help so you know to make sure she has pads and tampons on hand. In fact, Lucy, you should probably keep one in your purse just in case.”

“O-okay.” Harlow’s face burned blazing red, at this point he wasn’t even sure what he was agreeing too, he just wanted to escape and with the two siblings blocking his only physical escape he had to just agree to whatever she said to end this quickly.

‘Why does she need a pms tracker?’ Danny thought, ‘She’s going a bit far with this. No one will be checking for that…right?’

“There, it’s all ready to go.” Valerie smiled as she handed back his phone, “Sorry Danny, guess that means no sex for the rest of the week.” She giggled. Without thinking Harlow giggled alongside her. When he realized his mistake he turned a new shade of red and tried to hide his face. Unwittingly making himself look more like a blushing coed in front of her crush.

“Sex?” Danny flushed and turned on his heel and walked away. He wasn’t going to have sex with Lucy, ‘No Harlow. He’s Harlow. Lucy isn’t real….she’s not.’

Monday wasn’t any better for Harlow; the night before Danny was constantly tossing and turning, which he normally could deal with but it was when he finally fell asleep and his big beefy arm reached around him and pulled the much slender Harlow into him that he found upsetting. As if being the little spoon to a giant wasn’t bad enough, his struggles to escape quietly only caused Danny’s penis to become erect, slipped out of his boxers and grind into Harlow’s ass cheeks like a mortar and pestle.

“Dan!” He finally gave up and slapped Danny’s arm.

“Hmm?” he groaned sleepily.

"Move your dick!" Harlow whispered harshly.

Danny grunted and kissed Harlow's bare shoulder. "Later. I’ll do it later.” he mumbled and pulled Harlow in closer to him, wrapping his arm tightly around his waist.

Hours later Harlow was rescued when Valerie woke him up to make Danny’s breakfast and of course change his pad. “Feel better?”

“You know it.” He lied with a smile, ‘These stupid things are so thick they feel like damn diapers!’ he screamed inside his head. But considering the alternative was shoving a large wad of cotton up his ass.

Later in the day, Harlow and Valerie walked into the chancery clerk's office. “Are you absolutely sure we’re supposed to go here?” Valerie whispered.

"Yes." He whispered back. "If you just want an ID to get into a bar or casino then you go to the shady guy down the street. You want something that needs to pass background checks, you come here." Even though he kept his voice quiet and feminine, and Valerie had insisted he keep his promise to “dress sexy” he felt more at home and in his element here than he had in the last couple of days.

“Lucy?” A rail thin man in an ill fitting suit called from behind a counter.

“That’s us.” Valerie giggled cheerfully along with Harlow. Reinforcing the habit and hopefully growing the connection between Lucy and happiness for Harlow.

Harlow stood and walked behind the counter with Val to greet the man, “Good afternoon, I’m Jason Abbernathy, I heard you needed my help with some court documents?”

Harlow’s smile spread even wider somehow as he shook the man’s hand. As he watched him staring at Valerie’s breasts while shaking her hand he was certain he stared at his. And who wouldn’t? As far as the clerk was concerned Lucy was a sexy girl wearing an off the shoulder black knit tube top with sleeves and what looked like no bra. Though Harlow was in fact wearing a strapless balconette bra small enough so only a hint of nipple peaked through his thin top. When Valerie had first thrown the pair of pants at him he was excited that he might get to wear something more masculine, or at least less feminine, than skirts. But as he laid on Danny’s bed sucking in his already flat tummy to get them on he realized there was nothing masculine about the jeans at all. “These are less like jeans and more like paint!” he grunted, finally getting the button to clasp. Harlow looked at himself in the mirror, thankful for once his dick was pulled back and out of the way, since the skinny jeans were so tight they would show any bulge, no matter how minor. The ripped skinny jeans only served to make his ass stand out even further as they pushed his butt up, the flowers that began at the hip and wrapped around, stopping at the top of the wearer's backside ensured no one he walked by would not at least glance at his ass.

When Valerie woke him up that morning to make Danny's breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast he had nearly forgotten, or had hoped to forget, about his deal with Danny. But his fake boyfriend wouldn’t let it go unmentioned. As Lucy kissed Danny goodbye he smirked and said loudly, “I can’t wait to see how sexy you look when I get home tonight.”

“What about sexy Lucy?” Valerie perked up, suddenly interested.

Before Harlow could lie Danny cut him off, “Didn’t she tell you? Lucy was saying she thought her wardrobe was kinda…dull. So she was gonna try dressing sexier.” Danny smirked, he was a terrible liar and everyone knew it but he still looked at Harlow as if daring him to call him on his lie. Of course he would have, had Harlow been more awake and expected Danny to actually let Valerie know.

“Lucy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were unhappy with your clothes. Don’t you worry, we’ll find you something that’ll turn all the boys red.”

Danny smiled again and slapped Lucy’s ass, “Can’t wait.” Before Harlow could refute anything Danny walked out with a grin like the cat who ate the canary. ‘That’ll learn ya.’ he thought. Sunday he wasn’t too upset that Lucy hadn’t held up her end of the deal since he didn’t actually want to be turned on by his best friend, but, the more he thought about it the angrier he got that his friend was yet again trying to welsh on a deal. Especially after Danny had jerked off in front of him-her.

Harlow and Valerie now sat in Abbernathy’s office, a mere formality to cover their asses. “So, you’re aware of the services I provide?”

“We are.”

“Good, then let’s talk price. It’s five thousand dollars, two thousand upfront and three upon delivery.”

“Two thousand dollars?!” Valerie shouted.

“Shh!” Harlow hushed the idiot, “I told you it was expensive.”

“But you didn’t say it’d be that much! Isn’t there a cheaper option?!”

“This is the cost of doing business this way, I’m afraid.” The scrawny man’s voice never changed from the monotone expression it had been since he first introduced himself.

“Can’t you talk him down? I don’t have that kind of cash on me right now.” Valerie whispered to Harlow.

“I told you, quality costs money.” He whispered.

“What about a payment program?”

“This isn’t that type of business…” he stopped when he noticed Jason was staring at Valerie out of the corner of his eye. “There might be a way.” He nodded in the man’s direction.

“Like what?”

“He’s a guy.” He whispered, “I’ll give you three guesses, the first two don’t count.” Harlow giggled without meaning to.

“Are you sure?” She sounded genuinely surprised.

“Totally.”

“Okay.” Valerie turned away from her girlified victim with the same practiced smile Harlow wore, “Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing we can do to…go down…on price?” She made sure to punctuate ‘go down’ with a flirty giggle and was pleased to hear Harlow join in without prompting.

“I…am not inflexible. For the right offer I could be persuaded to waive my initial fee.”

“That would be fantastic. What do you think, Lucy? What would be a good offer?”

Horny and a little vengeful, Harlow eagerly said, “Maybe…a blowjob?”

“A blowjob?” Jason asked with a smirk on his face.

“Are you sure? That seems like a lot.”

“It’s a lot of money.” Harlow reasoned.

“That’s true.” The man smiled, eyeing up the sexy women in front of him.

“How about starting with a handjob and if it takes more than five minutes, then a blowjob. Sound fair?” Harlow said, raising an eyebrow as he met the man’s eyes.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiled, already unbuckling his belt.

Valerie turned to the curvaceous Harlow and quietly pulled his top down exposing his breasts. “What are you doing?” He gasped, pulling his shirt back up just as quickly.

“You said you wanted to give this guy a handjob, right?”

“What?! I thought you were going to handle this guy?”

“We are doing this for you.” She reminded him.

“No offense to your friend,” Jason cut in, “but I prefer you Ms.Lucy. I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”

Valerie smirked, once again pulling Harlow’s top down and exposing his fake breasts in the small office. “Again?” He growled at her.

“Hey,” She whispered in his ear, “if you wanna suck this guy’s cock go ahead and put the girls away. But trust me, they’ll make him pop faster. Especially if you act like you’re into it.”

“For real?” He pouted at her, missing just how much more feminine he acted every day.

“Remember to smile.” She turned Lucy around and gave him a small shove forward.

Harlow forced a smile on his face once more and knelt behind the desk, averting his eyes as the cock came into view. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ Harlow thought as he reached out to touch another penis besides his own for the second time in the span of three days.

“Yeah, take it slow.” Jason moaned eagerly as he felt the slender fingers of Lucy gripping his cock.

Harlow would’ve laughed at how small the man was compared to Harry and Danny, if it wasn’t for the fact he could even compare them. Forcing his disgust further to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand. He needed the ID, to get it, he had to jerk off some low rent clerk, because he just had to be a redhead! ‘Don’t think about it, like a bandaid, rip it off.’  Shutting his eyes he started tugging as hard and as quickly as he could.

“Fuck!” He moaned, “You really know your way around a cock.” He chuckled.

Valerie giggled and Harlow joined reflexively, making him seem proud and eager, “I’ll let you two have some privacy.” She said as she stood to leave.

“Nooo.” The man moaned, “Stay.”

Valerie’s smile faded, sure it was fun to torment Harlow but she didn’t want to stay and watch. “I don’t think my friend would be comfortable-”

“No, stay. It’ll be, like, totally hotter.” Harlow smirked when he saw the tormented look in her eye.

“...Totally.” She faked a smile and slowly sat back in the chair.

With a renewed sense of power Jason grabbed Harlow’s hand, “Not so hard, baby. It’s not like one of your toys.”

The girls giggled, “R-right.” Harlow blushed, how did he know that he had those now? Was it really that common of a thing? ‘No, definitely not a time to think about that.’ He told himself and let the man dictate how much pressure was needed. He squeezed Lucy’s hand with a lusty smile, staring the eager slut in the eyes while she jerked him off.

“Play with your tits.” He whispered. ‘Ugh!’ Harlow groaned inwardly but with his free hand grabbed at the fake breasts glued to his chest. “Yeah, you like being told what to do.” The man hissed as he watched the woman groped herself on her knees, all because he told her too.

“Your cock is just so big!” she giggled. “You’re making me so wet.”

Lucy had happily dropped to her knees, she acted like she could barely wait to get her hand on his cock when she saw it. “You’re a little slut, aren’t ya?” It was rhetorical but she moaned affirmatively and twisted a nipple.

“God, I just want you to cum for me!” She moaned.

She was a slut alright. Better, she was a slut for him. He wondered how far he could push her. If he asked her, no told her, would she let him fuck her titties? Or could he tell her to go straight in for a blowjob now?

Just as he was reaching for her head he felt himself pushed to the edge. The thought of her soft pillowy lips wrapped around his dick was too much. Without thinking, and very little other options he shoved his cock in Lucy’s mouth as he felt his body convulse and cum spurt down her waiting throat.

Harlow was barely listening to the man’s perverted and cheesy dirty talk as he mindlessly played with the fake breast. Glancing at Valerie she mimed looking at a watch then mimed sucking a cock. Harlow’s skin crawled with disgust and did the only thing he could do. He recited lines he could remember from porn. A guy like Jason, that was probably all he could get. After another minute of dirty talking the man Harlow sighed and said, “God…I just want you to cum.” Suddenly fingers wrapped and pulled his hair. Before he could swear any obscenities he felt the fleshy tube shoved into his mouth as the first rope of cum hit his tongue. Trying to pull back he only found his head forced back down by the man. Each time he would feel more cum filling his mouth and every time he would pull back only to find himself forced to take the man’s full length again.

Later, Harlow spat and sputtered into the sink before drinking water straight from the faucet. “Hey it’s not that bad.” Valerie giggled.

“Then you should’ve tried it.” He choked as he reflexively giggled with a mouthful of water.

“The way you’re going we probably should get you a travel toothbrush, or at least a small bottle of mouthwash. You know you could make some money doing that with how good you are. What was it he just said? Your mouth was made for sucking cock.” She teased.

“I’m not some prostitute!”
“Don’t sell yourself short Lucy, you can be whatever you want, but you shouldn’t give away something you are good at for free.”

“Oh yeah? What if I wanna marry your brother?” Harlow smiled, hoping to cross a line and, if nothing else, piss her off.

But, Valerie simply smiled, “You would make a lovely bride, Lucy. But I’ve got dibs on maid of honor.”

Shaking his head, Harlow turned back to the sink, “It was a joke.”

“Nooo,” she put an arm around the feminized man, “I’ll throw you the best bachelorette party ever!”

“It’ll never happen!” He snapped back.

“Not if you keep sleeping with every guy who gives you a compliment but maybe someday. I think it’s very sweet of Danny to support you through all of this.”

“I’m not sleeping with anyone!”

“You seemed eager with the clerk guy.”

“What? I was trying to get him to hurry up. I’m not gonna sleep with some shrimp dick twig boy!”

“Oh. So you like em big.”

“No! Can we just drop this?!”

“Hey, you should be proud of your skills.”

“Whatever.” Valerie’s tormenting of Harlow continued the rest of the day until Danny came home when new torments began.

Harlow had to of course help make dinner for Danny, but probably what was worse than slaving over a hot stove was the fact that Valerie decided to play pop music the entire time and insisted Harlow join her in singing. “It’ll help your voice.” Harlow rolled his eyes, but thought how often he felt his voice cracking as he spoke while shopping at the mall, and joined in reluctantly. So when Danny walked in he found his sister and his best friend dancing and singing to Katy Perry. When the song ended they both giggled happily. It was odd to see his friend laughing and enjoying being so…girly. “Look who’s home!” Valerie cheered. Lucy quickly ran up to Danny and kissed him before pulling him into a hug.

“Hey, baby.” Danny winced but continued to hug Lucy. He hadn’t meant to call her that, but it was a common term he fell in the habit of calling his girlfriends. He would have to remember that no matter how pretty she was, she wasn’t actually his girlfriend or a girl.

Harlow took the opportunity to frown. Valerie pinched his ass as soon as she saw Danny and shoved him into the bigger man. He still had to kiss his friend, still had to let himself be hugged, all while he still held a smile on his face.

Tuesday after dinner, Valerie had pointed out that he had smudged his makeup at some point during dinner and was insistent he fix it and by himself, “for practice”. It took him a few tries to get it just right, before she would let him sit back down she had to be sure the colors matched, the first two times they did not, and she refused to tell him what shade to use. When he finally had the colors matched she told him to be sure they passed the kiss test. For a moment the fool had hope he might kiss her, but he had to prove that the amount he used wouldn’t leave a stain on Danny’s neck or lips. “Dealer’s choice.” Of course Harlow chose to kiss Danny’s neck believing it to be the less intimate of the two. And for a time it was, until about the fifth time of having to remove and reapply his lipstick and waiting for Danny to stand up he simply sat in his lap, kissed Danny’s neck deeply as, “Pecks don’t count.” he was reminded every time. At last when he had figured out what turned out to be a very simple trick and had left no marks on his faux boyfriend’s neck he giggled cheerfully along with Valerie and threw his arms around Danny, kissing him as he did so. Harlow’s eyes locked, widened, with Danny when he realized what he had done. He wanted to promise his friend it was an accident and it would never happen again, but with Valerie close by he had to stay in character. Even if he could promise such a thing, however, he wouldn’t be able to keep it. The following morning Harlow had to once again make sure his makeup passed the same tests. And any time he was reminded to check his makeup, which was often but much more frequent if Danny was around, it had to of course pass the kiss test.

Every opportunity she got Valerie would steal the entire couch for herself, forcing Harlow to sit in Danny’s lap. Wednesday night he had put on a quiet romantic comedy, which Harlow couldn’t help but fall asleep partway through. When Danny noticed he shook the sleeping girl in an attempt to wake her. “Val,” he whispered, “can you help me out here?”

“Hmm? Oh. No. You don’t wake a girl if she’s asleep on you.”

“Oh come on!”

“You can’t, I’m sorry. Sleeping is good.”

“I know, but come on,” he shifted in his seat, trying to angle his legs to keep her from falling to the floor, “If she’s sleepy she should go to bed.”

“She’s not sleepy. She’s comfortable.”

“W-what?”

Lucy groaned and shifted, pulling herself closer to Danny, “I don’t wanna get into the science of it all, but basically she fell asleep because she feels safe with you. After everything she’s been through? She needs that. Even if she doesn’t know it consciously.”

Danny frowned, looking down at his friend. He couldn’t imagine her life wasn’t stressful, but his request that she dress sexier was now biting him in the ass with Lucy’s cleavage on full display thanks to the push up bra she wore. The soft material of the velvet dress made her feel so innocent yet look so ready, ready for him. Danny groaned quietly and carefully reached a hand to Lucy’s butt, when he was sure Valerie wasn’t looking, and he pulled her up into his lap to keep her from falling off the edge even further than she already had. Of course this put her square over his crotch.

Harlow eventually woke up several hours later, unaware when exactly Danny had carried him off to their bed. Looking to the clock he realized it was now two in the morning, ‘When did that happen?’ he thought groggily and stood out of bed to go to the bathroom.

Opening the door he found Danny, phone in hand, boxers around his ankles, “Oh-”

“Je-What are you-”

“Shh!!” Harlow hushed loudly, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” Danny growled.

“Me?!” He whispered angrily, “You’re jerking off!”

“So you come in?”

“I panicked, I didn’t want your sister to see us-I mean you. Just…” He took a deep breath before continuing calmly, “...hurry up. I’ll go use the other one.”

“Yeah, great.”

“Just remember to use a condom.”

“Oh, come on.”

“We had a deal, Daniel.”

“Fine, whatever. Just go.”

As he was about to leave, Harlow stopped and turned back to his friend, “Have you been doing that since we made the deal?”

“I don’t think that’s relevant right now.”

“You have!” Harlow stamped his heeled foot, immediately regretting it but pushed through thanks to his adrenaline, “We had a deal, I’ve kept up my end of the bargain!”

“Chill out, it was like once or twice.”

“Fine, whatever.” Harlow hurried out of the room.

Danny sighed with relief. He waited a minute before returning to his phone when once again the door opened. “What now?”

“You forgot something, sweetie,” Harlow angrily flicked a condom at Danny.

“Thanks. What are you doing?” He asked when he saw Harlow had once again locked the door behind him.

“Obviously you can’t be trusted.”

“So you’re gonna watch?”

“Not the first time.” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I guess…” Danny hesitated before tearing open the condom, doing his best to avoid looking at his sexified friend.

After spending a few minutes of searching and jerking Danny failed to find anything that interested him, at least not when he had a hot girlfriend in the room with him. Even if she was pretending on both counts. When he finally did look in her direction Lucy had noticed the state of her makeup and had already started fixing. Danny watched as she tied her hair back, before leaning over the sink and sticking out her ass. The way she reapplied her blush, brushing the powder off of her chest after it fell, how she smiled as she applied eyeliner to her lids, traced her lipstick across her lips and kissed at the girl in the mirror before pulling down her top exposing her red bra with lace trim to him and how it hugged her well endowed chest. It wasn’t inherently erotic, but after how she had been teasing him for days, kissing him so much, the way she always sat in his lap and the memory of her lips on his neck was enough to send him over the edge he had nearly reached before she barged in all bluster and fury, which he had found oddly attractive from her.

“Oh you’re finished?” She smiled, “Great.”

“Y-yeah.”

Lucy bent over, exposing her chest even further and kissed Danny’s neck. “Good, get rid of that and go to bed. I’ll be there in a bit.” Danny nodded and quickly did as instructed.

Harlow of course had no idea the effect his makeup habit had aided Danny, he noticed the makeup was messed up and fixed it, half way through putting on the lipstick he realized he wasn’t supposed to wear it to bed according to Valerie. When he finished he blew a kiss to the ditzy bimbo in the mirror and began to take the dress off the way Valerie had instructed him when he heard Danny groaning as he filled the condom. He didn’t know what else to say to make things less awkward. He didn’t think much of his chest being exposed because they were fake, and seeing Danny after finishing his makeup, he did what he had been practiced to do so often. He kissed his friend. “G-good….Get rid of that…and go to bed, ya know. I’ll be there in a bit.” ‘Fuckin hell why did I do that?!’ he screamed inside as his friend left.