Star-crossed double-cross 13

Chapter 13 – On-call

Waking up in a cold sweat, Lucian looked around his drab little bedroom, feeling numb. Physically and mentally exhausted, he needed sleep. But every time closed his eyes, the memories of the previous few days came flooding back.

He would suddenly be transported back to in front of the airport, indecently dressed and teetering on his sparky heels. Every eye was on him as the cold evening wind assaulted his pantyhosed legs. Rooted to the spot, he would grin like a fool as the shouts from all around deafened him.

Then suddenly, he would be in the back of a car, racing through the streets of New York as the Paparazzi gave chase. Tossed from side to side as the car sped through traffic. There was the feeling of nausea as his tiny skirt rode up to his silky thighs before resting halfway up his plump backside. When the car finally stopped outside a fancy five-star hotel, the back door would fly open. Refusing to get out, he would then be dragged to his high heeled feet before being escorted inside to the safety of the luxurious interior of the building.

After a short ride in an elevator, he would be back in the hotel room. The type of room, he had only seen in movies. Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and a hot tub overlooking the iconic city skyline. But Lucian would have no time to admire his new environment, coming face to face with Mariana, who stepped forward as soon as he entered the room to hug him. She would congratulate him on a job well done before proceeding to help him out of his sexy outfit.

He had lived through the same dream many times, but he still had no idea what she said as she removed his makeup, including his fake nose.

Transported forward in time, he would then wake up in bed the next morning, tired and confused. This was one part he enjoyed, rolling around in the silk sheets as his fatigued body sank into the memory foam mattress. But this little moment of bliss was quickly taken from him as Mariana ripped back the duvet and ordered him out of bed. Resenting her and full of anger, Lucian would silently obey. Only for his mood to change as he noticed they weren’t alone. Fear would take over as he spotted the masked beautician standing across from him, next to a makeshift makeup station.

His would then flash forward again. Now staring into a mirror at a different version of himself. His makeup was subtle (well as subtle as it could be with his long fluttering lashes and bee-stung lips). All the colours were light and understated, giving him a more natural look. On top of his head, his long hair had been tied up in a bun, with just two longish strands left loose to frame his face. He was now dressed in one of the hotel uniforms. The plan was to walk out one of the side exits and enter a waiting taxi before being taken back to the training complex. The paparazzi, who were still hanging around outside, would hopefully be none the wiser.

The plan worked. And in the last part of his dream, dressed in a tight navy-blue pencil skirt and matching blazer, he would mince out into the street and hop in a cab. Arriving home, the fake nose would be instantly put back in place before he was told to sit and wait. He was on standby.

That had been his life for the last three days. Waiting around for Bianca to call. Waiting around, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Where he would surely be thrown into some humiliating situation, he wanted no part of.

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On the fourth day, the call came in.

“Get that sexy backside of yours up. It’s time to go, princess,” Mariana announced as she entered the room to find Lucian lounging around on the sofa, watching a popular reality TV show.

“Go where?” He replied, looking up from the sofa, already knowing what the answer would be.

“Bianca’s got caught out by the Paparazzi while out shopping. They have her trapped,” Mariana answered, motioning with her hands for Lucian to get up.

After a quick change of clothes into an inconspicuous casual outfit, Lucian was bundled into a car and whisked across the city. The last part of the journey was on foot, with the car stopping a few blocks up from Bianca’s location. Walking alongside Mariana, Lucian didn’t need to ask where they were going. The crowd gathered outside the shopping mall was causing quite a stir, and the scenes only got more chaotic as they entered the building

Taking a hold of Lucian’s long-nailed hand, Mariana guided him through the crowd. He followed her lead, keeping his head down as instructed. Not that anyone would recognise him anyway with a scarf wrapped around his lower face, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, and a big floppy hat atop his head.

They found Bianca in a public toilet, frustrated and annoyed. “I just don’t understand how they found me,” she moaned to one of her entourage as Lucian and Mariana entered the room.

Looking over at the tarted-up pop princess, Lucian had a fair idea. She wasn’t exactly blending in her flashy outfit, even if she had placed a wig on her head to try and disguise her look slightly.

“Oh, good. You’re here,” Bianca screeched before running over and grabbing Lucian’s hand.

After dragging him into an empty cubicle, she wasted no time in getting undressed. Within seconds, she was down to her underwear as Lucian stood staring down at her perfect body. “Hey, wake up and put these on,” Bianca snapped, pointing to the pile of clothes she had placed on the back of the toilet.

“Err… sorry,” Lucian muttered, feeling embarrassed. Standing next to one of the most beautiful women in the world, who happened to be half-naked, he couldn’t help but admire her sexy body.

Bianca huffed before flinging open the door to join her entourage, who, as it happened, had another outfit waiting for her. Before leaving, she stopped briefly just outside the door. Looking Lucian dead in the eyes, she peeled a long red wig from atop her head. “Here,” she announced, passing the fake hair to the nervous boy. “laters,” she added, blowing him a kiss before skipping out of sight.

The door closed, leaving Lucian to change. And wanting to get things over with as quickly as possible, he wasted no time stripping down to his own bra and panties. Searching through the outfit left for him, he found Bianca’s discarded pantyhose, still warm to the touch. Picking them up, he brought the thin nylon material to his nose and inhaled deeply.

“Are you ok in there?” Mariana shouted from outside the cubicle. “Do you need any help?”

“Uhm… no. I’m fine,” Lucian shot back, feeling panicked. “I’ll be right out.”

Quickly sitting on the closed toilet seat, he rolled the pantyhose up his legs before locating Bianca’s top. Again, warm to the touch and reeking of perfume, he made quick work of the top, slipping it over his head before stepping into Bianca's skirt. A frilly, short number, but not too uncomfortable. He had worn shorter! Zipped in, Lucian lent down to collect together the boots, Bianca had kicked off earlier in her haste. Thrusting his feet inside the tall platform boots, he struggled to tie the laces with his acrylic nails.

“Ah, good. You’re almost ready,” Mariana announced, having pushed open the door to check on her protégé. Pushing his knees together, Lucian grinned awkwardly. “Let me help you,” Mariana added, leaning down to tie the cross-dressed boy’s shoelaces in a double bow.

When done, she helped him to his feet before holding out Bianca’s colourful fur coat for him to slip his arms inside. She then positioned the wig on his head and placed a different pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his prosthetic nose. “Ok, that will do,” she remarked as she passed Lucian the same diamond-encrusted handbag he had been forced to hold outside the airport.

Tottering out of the cubicle behind Mariana, Lucian was surprised to find three members of Bianca’s entourage still present. “Step over to the sink, please.” One announced, holding what looked like a makeup kit in her right hand. “I need to get you looking presentable. Then we’ll head over to the nail salon. Miss Cabello just had her nails done this morning and yours are the wrong colour. So, keep your hands in your sleeves until we get yours to match.”

Lucian stared at her as he wobbled atop his tall platform boots. Rolling his right leg slightly, he got the feeling it was going to be a long and tiring day!

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