Betrayed Chapter 7

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about," she crowed, then paused and winked. "I'm also a secretary. Now, let's get this puppy on you, Sweetie. I can't wait to see."

The elastic mesh cap went over my head first, holding my own longish locks in place. Angie carefully positioned the wig as Mimi had done, cinching the elastic Velcro tabs in back. I then did a credible job mimicking my friends' efforts to anchor my new mane to my own hair with bobby pins. Angelina's smiling face was next to mine, meeting my gaze in the vanity mirror.

"Oh, yeah," she murmured. "Now put on the shoes. I want to see The Strut."

My heart was pounding, but no longer from apprehension. I was into it now. I slipped my feet into the mules. The skyscraper stilettos arched my legs, thrust out my boobs and tush, and made me feel invincible. I conjured up a mental image of Dianna flowing across a room in that effortless way she did. Then, I willed my body to emulate her.

"Oh... YEAH!" the lovely Latina extolled. "Girrrl, that is pure poetry in motion. Two days, my ass! You were born for this. I'm gonna have to work hard just to keep up."

The excitement – and champagne – had caught up with me.

"Angie," I pleaded, "I hate to break up this mutual aberration society, but I really have to pee."

She laughed, nodded, then sat down at my vanity.

"You go ahead, Sweetie," she encouraged. "I'm gonna take advantage of this fabulous collection of cosmetics and touch up my face."

While I was doing my business, I sorted out the tangle of emotions from the afternoon. Once I had gotten over the initial shock of discovery and Angie's blackmail, the whole thing had been an incredible turn-on. I could not deny I had always been attracted to my beautiful secretary; now, more than ever. She had given every indication she felt the same way. Where was she going with this? My instincts told me we were this was going to be more than a casual get-together.