Star-crossed double-cross 23

Chapter 23 – A whole new world

Swivelling to the side, A nervous Lucian moved his gold mini-skirted backside into a position where he could see the entrance. And after sweeping his shiny red locks behind his right ear, he now had a clear view in case his new boyfriend came back early from the restroom.

He had finally been gifted a few rare moments of privacy, but even so, the skirted boy knew he’d have to be quick if he didn’t want to get caught.

Swiping Zane’s phone from the table, Lucian clumsily entered the pin he’d previously overseen his gropey popstar companion use. With a flash of light, the phone unlocked. Revived that his tipsy mind had remembered the six-digit code, Lucian allowed himself to smile. But the smirk on his plump red lips lasted but a second as the hard work was only just beginning. He needed to send a text message, and with the long red acrylic nails attached to the end of each of his fingers, the task was going to be tricky at best.

With a heavy sigh, Lucian looked around the brightly decorated room, and with his ears throbbing from the pulsating music pumping in from the nightclub below, he cursed his luck. A phone call was out of the question, but he’d still been given an opportunity. A chance to send out a plea for help. A chance to contact Nancy.

He started the message three times, each time deleting what he’d written. “Come on, focus,” he voiced aloud, rubbing his smooth patterned thigh through his pantyhose. He’d been dreaming about this moment for months, carefully Structuring the perfect message in his mind. But now, under the pressure, he was freezing up.

How much was he going to tell her? They hadn’t spoken in such a long time. All she knew was that he’d been hired by a record company in New York. He hadn’t told her about the crossdressing, the dance training, or how he’d been transformed to look like an exact copy of one of the world’s most famous female singers. And that was all before he’d been essentially kidnapped and had his body surgically altered.

Hearing a noise from the doorway, Lucian panicked. Thinking fast, he crossed one nylon-clad leg over the other, leaving one of his ludicrously tall, high-heeled pumps dangling in the air. He then quickly rested an arm on his knee, made a duck face and snapped a selfie. Panicked, he slowly turned to explain to Zane how he was just borrowing his phone to take a few sexy pictures.

The fake smile on Lucian’s large, rubbery lips quickly changed to a pout. Suddenly annoyed at being disturbed but also relieved that the person standing in the doorway wasn’t Zane, the stand-in Bianca Cabello stared at the man with disdain.

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“What do you want?” Lucian roared above the thump of the music.

Taken aback by the outburst, the nervous-looking waiter almost dropped his tray. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Miss Cabello. I just came to see if you wanted another drink or had any empty glasses that needed clearing.”

“What I want is to be left alone!” Lucian screamed. “Wait a minute. Did you wait for my boyfriend to leave before coming in here to attack me? I don’t know exactly what you had planned, but if you take another step forward, I’ll rip your balls off before feeding them to you.”

“Err… no. Of course not! I didn't plan anything like that. I would never!” The flustered young man stuttered. “I’ll leave right now. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

Watching the waiter quickly scurry away, Lucian felt a little sorry for the young man. After all, he was just doing his job and didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that. But then again, he needed to get rid of him fast, and with Bianca Cabello known for being a bit of bitch, he hadn’t acted out of character.

Getting back to his message, Lucian tried to focus. There was so much he wanted to tell Nancy, so much he wanted to get off his chest. He wanted, more than anything, to tell her about the months of movement and voice training he’d had to endure. The endless hours of schooling where the topics were memorising Bianca’s mannerisms and the phrases she used in everyday speech. Then there was the physical and mental pain he'd suffered through, trying to come to terms with the incomprehensible modifications made to his body. “No, keep it simple,” he told himself as he once again started tapping his long nails against the screen. “Tell her you’re being kept against your will and need her help. The Bianca part can wait until later.”

Sending the message, Lucian slipped the phone down the front of his panties, where it nestled in oddly, sending a shiver up his feminised body. Just in the nick of time too, as Zane almost instantly walked back into the room.

“Hey, Baby. I’m back,” he announced as he strode confidently across the room. “Did you miss me?”

“Like herpes,” Lucian mumbled, forcing a smile.

“What?” Zane asked, having not heard the comment over the loud music.

“Like, of course, Babe,” Lucian said as Zane sat down next to him and started to run his pantyhosed knee. “But can we like go soon? I think I’m getting a headache or something.”

“What! No way. Come on, Babe. We’ve only just got here. The night is still young,” Zane replied, leaning in for a kiss. Lucian turned his face away.

Annoyed, Zane leaned back and folded his arms. “Fine, be like that. I'm going to... Hey, where’s my phone?”

“Phone? What phone?” Lucian stated, trying not to sound or look suspicious. When he’d taken the phone, he knew it was a risk, but how else was he supposed to read Nancy’s response?

“My phone. I left it there on the table,” A slightly flustered Zane announced, pointing his finger as he manoeuvred to get up.

Grabbing Zane by the arm, Lucian dragged him back down onto the sofa. “Just get a new one.” He said, placing his long-nailed hand on the man’s crotch. “focus on me instead. Your girl needs some attention.”

Feeling sick inside, Lucian watched as Zane’s eyes grew wider and a smile crossed his lips. The last thing he wanted was to give the horny singer any encouragement, knowing it would lead to another heavy make-out session followed by Zane’s wandering hands roaming and fondling his girls. If he was lucky, he’d be able to make an excuse before he ended up on his knees choking. But that seemed unlikely, given the circumstances. There always was going to be a price to pay to get out of there without the cell phone tucked away in his panties being discovered, and this, unfortunately, was it!