After Monday Night Football -- Gus

We crossed a hallway, the dividing line to the members and guest only areas.
There were no guards, but I wondered what would happen if I had entered this place without Gus.
The library was first. The first floor area was not that large, but there was no ceiling, and the mezzanine and second floor took more floor space.
There were books everywhere, but also computers just about any place one could fit.
"The computers have access to hundreds of news services and all kinds of other sites," Gus said.

"Oh, is that why you men use a computer at the library, to look up news," I mocked. I have become very comfortable with my Wendy voice, and teasing Gus was an indication of how good I was getting with it.
"What would happen if someone pulled up a porn site?"

Gus clicked the history button and clicked again. Pamela and Tommy's famous video was playing on the screen.

Gus showed me the gym that allowed guest.
"The second floor gym and pool is for member's only," Gus said. "We have some old Bohemian members who think the height of freedom is to swim and work out in the nude. It's not a pretty sight."

Walking back to the common area, Gus spotted someone.
"Wendy, do you mind giving an old man a thrill?"

Of course I didn't mind. I was Gus's girl and would do anything he wanted.

We took a few more steps then stopped. Gus's friend continued toward us.
Gus introduced us, and the old guy looked up at me only once. I wondered if this old man had an affliction. Gus chatted with him a little, then said we had to be going to dinner.
The old man turned as we left, and I heard him walk away.

"Wendy, you have just made Carl's day."

I asked how, I hadn't done anything.

Gus stopped. We were standing on the edge of a rug.
"We were standing about the same place on the other rug," Gus said. "Look down."

I did, and I didn't see anything. I could see the ceiling reflected in the polished floor.
Gus had me take a step forward, onto the bare floor.
There I was. Reflected in the floor was a worm's eye view, starting at my feet and going up my legs all the way to the white panties.

"I hope you don't mind," Gus says. "All the naked ladies on the net, all the strips joints about town, and Carl is still turned on by looking up a dress. I bet he's been doing it for seventy years."

"I don't mind," I said. "The old guy is kind of cute."
Then I changed tone and asked, "Tell me, how do I compare? Am I upskirt material?"
Gus stood there.
"That's a hint," I said. "You are supposed to look up my skirt."

"Oh, yes. You are surly upskirt worthy," he kidded.
He examined my reflection in the floor.
"Not bad at all. But I was hoping for a more intimate and private view latter."
Hearing Gus say that pleased me a lot.

Diner was great. The maitre d' introduced himself and showed us to our table.
The entree's all sounded so good. I didn't know what anything cost. My menu didn't have any prices. I must have looked a bit frustrated, looking at the choices. Rodger, our maitre d', was very attentive and came to my aid before I realized I was having a problem.
My only experience with a maitre d' was what I saw in the movies or on TV. But that image is all wrong. This one was a professional, and his profession was making people comfortable.
The problem was I had been given a menu meant for Gus. That's why all the entrees were so, shall we say, meaty.
I don't eat red meat, and sitting at the table, I got the feeling that Wendy was a more enlighten then Kenny and she was a total vegetarian.
I was going to ask for a salad, but the choice was so limited. Again, that was because the menu was meant for Gus. The maitre d' asked me what I liked. I told him I preferred vegetarian.

Rodger, that's our maitre d' name, asked about milk products. I had no objections. He suggested a san carne casserole.

Gus and I chatted over wine as we waited.

"So, it's Wendy Parker," Gus said, referring to my recently created identity.

"Nothing's written in stone," I said. "This girl can easily change her name."

"No need, besides, I like Wendy. It appeals to the boy in me who won't grow up," Gus chuckled.
"I'm just curious. It's not often an adult gets to pick their name. I was wondering what thoughts made you Wendy."

I told Gus about the story about Wendel.
"When I first went to an adult book store, I got carded every time. I got a lot of attention, which I later figured out was because I was short. It makes me look younger.
"The attention kind of turned me on, so I played it up. I created Wendel, the nerd school kid."
I had Gus's complete attention. His pupils were wide with interest.
"I'd wear a sweater vest and glasses, and carry a geography book. Wendel was a hit. And I loved it. The action would stop when I entered a book store. Everything had to wait until I made my choice of who would be the lucky guy to get to suck Wendel's cock."
I told Gus some episodes of the Wendel saga.
"I liked the separation Wendel gave me. The anonymity, the persona of being someone else was a protection. When you took me to Betty's and she started creating, Wendy was the name in my head."
Gus asked me about Parker.
"I didn't like the name 'Valet'," I answered.
That left Gus with a puzzled look.
"When the receptionist asked me my last name, I had to make one up. The valet who parked your car just then came into the lobby. I didn't like Wendy Valet, so I picked Parker."

Gus laughed.
"Wendy, I love you. You're not only beautiful, you're smart. Practical intelligence smart. Coming up with a name like that shows you're a fast clear thinker."
Gus was complimenting me, and I found it embarrassing. I think I actually blushed.

I changed the subject.
"Did you really mean what you said when you were looking up my skirt? About getting a more intimate and private view."

That made Gus pause.
Then he took my hand and spoke.
"Wendy, You know I like you." He lowered his voice and whispered. "I like Ken too."
Then back to normal voice, "I would like to spend time with you."

"Promise?" I asked.

He looked confused.

"Gus," I said. "You have all ready won me. Remember?"

"But I don't want to be taking you for granted," Gus responded.

I thanked him.
"It is all right to take for granted that I care about you, Gus dear. I'm glad you want to be with me. Because I want to be with you, for as long as you want me," I said.
I noticed I wasn't getting emotional. I was using my emotions, and communicating those emotions to Gus. Wendy was expanding me.
"Gus," I said, looking straight into his eyes. I took a breath and let it out slow. "Yes."
Dear Gus, he was smart enough to not say 'yes, what?'.

Dinner was wonderful. Wendy was served an assortment of veggies is delicious and rich sauces.
Gus had a steak, thick, juicy, and probably putting a fine coat of cholesterol on the arteries to his heart.

I turned down desert, but was chided by Gus. When the staff took Gus's side, I agreed to share a desert with Gus.

After dinner, Gus took me into the club proper and introduced me to some friends. I was introduced to a columnist that was famous city wide, and some people who were not famous, but controlled things instead.

The wife of one of Gus's associates chatted with me.
"I'm so glad to see Auggie out, and with such a charming young lady," she said. "That young man works too hard. I never see him having any fun."

I said that I didn't know Gus, I mean Auggie, had such important friends, and the wife turned away from interrogating me and talked about herself.
I did get from her that Gus was now the youngest Vice President in his company.
Gus came to my rescue. Well, I wasn't a lady in distress. But I was worried about how good my being Wendy was. There was too much I didn't know about being a girl.
So I had played naive and dumb. I had a high school girl who worked for the messenger service in mind. She is as bouncy as a kitten until she has to deal with a customer. Then she becomes shy and withdrawn. I hope I gave the right performance.

"We must do lunch, Wendy," the wife insisted.

"I'd like that, Grace," I answered. I couldn't be a total nerdette. I reflected on Gus and his judgment.

We then went to meet Gus's boss. It was Mr. Drake, the elderly man from that Monday night. Mr. Drake remembered Wendy, and greeted me warmly. I wondered what he was thinking. He was from an older generation, one that would question a girl who would suck a stranger's cock just because she liked sucking cock.
But Mr. Drake was nice, and seem to be sincerely interested in me.

Gus and I bid our good-byes and left the reading room.
We were in the elevator hall when I saw Carl again. I led Gus so we ended up standing next to the old gentleman.
He talked to me with his head down. I knew he was staring up my reflection's dress, staring at my panties. I smiled at thinking he probably wished I wasn't wearing panties, and laughed to myself at imagining his reaction if he could see want I really had up my dress.

Gus took me to his room. The room was modest in size but had very nice appointments. It was like a small hotel room. Just the one room, with double bed occupying the center of the wall, but with a desk and couch in a corner sitting area.
Gus got out part of a word when I cut him off with a kiss.
The kiss kind of took him by surprise. But then he returned the kiss. It was a sincere kiss, a real kiss, and it made me feel so much a girl.
He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He kissed me again and laid on top of me. I could feel his erection as it rubbed against my stomach.
Oh, I wanted him so much.
As we kissed, Gus's hand went to my knee, then up my thigh, raising my dress, until his hand was between my legs.

"Oh, yes, darling," I said. "I want you to take me, make love to me."

Gus answered by breaking the kiss and moving to the floor. He knelt on the floor as he removed my pantihose. He kissed my bare thigh. Higher and higher. He kissed me through my panties. I let out a gasp. I was being taken.
Gus's lips traced a trail of kisses down my other thigh. Then he turned me over and kissed his way up the back of my legs. He pulled my panties down, uncovering the derriere. His kisses continued on my behind, over each cheek and across the small of my back.