So there I was, fifteen minutes late wearing a floofy dress and acutely aware of the dildo held securely in place by a pair of metal underwear that I would have to spend all night making sure no one accidentally found out I was wearing. Which was hard to do at a ball where one dances with their arms around a woman's waist. At least I had the foresight to wear a fashion belt to help cover my sins, but nevertheless, I would need to be careful.
“Darling! You made it!” My larger-than-life boss Carmela was dressed in a hot-pink skin-tight leopard-print dress. She certainly had the body for it. She always managed wild outfits and a wind-blown hairdo to match. I secretly called her Carmela DeVille, although she was missing the long cigarettes to complete the get-up.
I was immediately jealous of
