Ransvestia

"Roxanne," said Allison's voice. "Get in." Eddie hesitated momentarily, thought of Ward and Merrick, and got in. Allison was in evening attire, a white silk coat over her dress. "So this is what you look like," she murmured. "You're really quite a handsome guy, aren't you, Roxanne?" She smiled, ran her fingers over the back of Eddie's hair, pulled him towards her and kissed him on the lips. "Ummm," she said, "I can smell Chanel. I never wear it, but I like it because it's so feminine." She stressed the word and closed her teeth on Eddie's ear. Eddie jumped and Allison giggled. "Yes, Roxanne," she said, "I like to take the initiative so to speak." She leaned back, releasing him, but sitting back and watching him tigerishly as the limousine sped through the night.

Allison's penthouse apartment, complete with sunken living room was sumptuously decorated. At Allison's bidding, he retired to the marble bathroom to shower. A silent, Malayan houseboy whisked away his clothes as soon as he was out of them, leaving a soft, white terry-towel bathrobe for him. Refreshed after his shower, he found Allison standing in front of a huge window, the city spread out before her. "Come here, Roxanne," she said, without looking back. He came up and stood beside her. "I may not own it all when I'm through," she said. "But I'll dominate it." She turned and looked at him. "Oh no," she said, shaking her head. "Much too masculine. I like my men much softer, Roxanne. You'll have to remember that. Come into my bedroom."

Eddie followed dumbly. He sat as he was directed on the pillow in the center of the bed. Allison gently touched up his lashes and brows with non-run mascara. Scented powder over his face and chest. She brushed at his hair, but gave up in disgust. "I'll wash that and blow it dry tomorrow," she said, absorbed in her task. Reminding Eddie of Frankie, she picked out a pink nightgown edged with dark-pink rib- bons, with pink lace panties to match. "Put these on," she ordered. As he did so, she brought a thick wide ribbon and bow and tied it about his hair, behind his ears. Then, without further word of warning, she jumped upon him and began covering him with passionate kisses. It took Eddie a while to get into the act. He realized that Allison was getting her kicks out of degrading and dominating him. He realized, too, that he had to stop it and put their love-making on his own, or at least, equal terms, or he'd likely end up like Cissy, stripped even of a minimum protection against Benny. He pushed her over violently, clamping down her arms, so that she was completely trapped. She

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