Sissy Story Chapter 04

The Adult Sissy

Black silk shirt, short black leather skirt, black hose, black garter belt, black panties, black bra, black patent leather 5-inch heels and black onyx disks for earrings were, I thought, the perfect outfit for Campbell’s Happy Hour. Campbell’s was the most popular bar downtown and its happy hour was legendary, not for the prices, but for the customers. I’d been there before, and knew a couple of the staff, including the manager. He liked good-looking clientele–they dressed up the place, so he liked me.

It was 5:15 when I got there. Mom and her cop were already in a booth, which was definitely a less desirable place to sit than a table, but perfect for people watching. They came to see, I came to be seen. John was there, looking nervous and holding down a table. The manager nodded to me as I entered the bar. I waved and strutted through the gathering crowd to our table and waited while John held my chair. I acted like every eye in the place was on me. John got a dazzling smile. I settled into the tall chair with my legs crossed like I was sitting on the peak of Mount Olympus.

“Get me an Aggravation from the bar, John. With a straw, one of those nice thin red straws they have. Tell the bartender to put it in a tall glass and use ice cream instead of regular cream. I’ve come here before, they’ll probably remember, but it takes an ounce and a half of scotch and I like mine with a full ounce of Kahlua. And tell them to whip it, John, I like it whipped.” My smile never wavered as he went full bore to the bar reciting my instructions. I looked around at the crowd and noticed numerous gentlemen eyeing me. At Campbell’s, as it got crowded, people just plopped down in the chairs, or took them from the table to their table. It was all very informal.

As surely as night follows day, as soon as John left for the bar they started calculating their chances. The first guy to rush to the table opened with a “Hey Beautiful, did that creep leave you here all alone?”

I turned and looked him up and down. A jock type, he had black hair and tan skin and a big white smile with thousands of dollars invested in dentistry. I didn’t return his smile, “The fellow you seem to be referring to is at the bar getting my drink.”

I went to my phone and paid attention to it instead of him. John was at the bar, the guy had my drink in the blender and John didn’t know what to do. He decided to come back to the table, “They’re almost through, Sissy” as he came up.

“Thanks, John, you’re so sweet,” and a big smile, “I know I can be a pain,” which would normally do it, but the fellow just stood there waiting with his hands casually in his pockets for John to leave again. The manager was watching this little drama play out and started easing toward my table. He gave a bouncer the high sign and the bouncer started toward the table with a great deal less subtlety. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea parting for Moses. He stationed himself between the crowd at the bar and our table and watched. John stood there waiting, determined not to leave until the jock left. So the manager took the opportunity, picked up my drink from the bar and brought it over.

“Here you go, Sissy, it’s great to see you again, you don’t get in here enough.” He put down a napkin and put the drink on it.

I smiled at him, “Thanks Hugh. Have you met John?”

“No. Glad to meet you, a friend of Sissy’s is always welcome at Campbell’s.”

John gave him a “Hi, thanks” and sat down.

The manager motioned one of his minions over and pointed toward the extra chair, “Put this at one of the tables in the back, Sissy and John don’t seem to want a lot of company”. He looked at the jock pointedly.

The bouncer, the size of a small Mack Truck took this as his cue and came up to the table, “Hey, Sissy, great to see you again, how you doing?” He put his arm around my shoulder and smiled, but it didn’t really look totally like a smile.

“I’ve got no complaints Rico, really. Have you met John?”

“Glad to meet you John” and he offered a hand the size of a basketball.

Then his smile vanished and he looked, without saying anything, at the jock, who finally got the hint. He took his hands out of his pockets and backed away, back to the bar, from whence he had come.

“I’ve got this, Hugh,” the bouncer said, and casually sauntered over to the jock and his group at the bar where he they all engaged in a fairly serious, though not intense, conversation. At the end of it he was making that face which passed for a smile, and he shook hands with everybody in the group. The jock and his friends leaned back over the bar finished their drinks and left.

“Geez, you know everybody,” John commented.

I smiled at him, “Not everybody, John, but I’ve been here a few times and I know some people. Hugh didn’t know me well enough to get my straw, for instance.”

I watched John head back to the bar and get one of the red, thin, tall straws and bring it back.

I smiled. “John sounds so old and mature. I like Johnny better than John.”

“You call me Johnny, then,” he said.

I really shined on him then, twisted in my chair in response to a noise to emphasize my breasts and re-crossed my legs. My smile showed my dental work to good advantage, too.

“Thanks for the straw Johnny, it’s the right one,” I puckered my lips on the straw and sucked.

“That hits the spot, Johnny.”

He looked confused. He looked confused a lot, but that was part of his charm. He watched me and I smiled at him before he finally came out with, “I work down the street in the Turnbull Tower.”

“I don’t work.”

“I’m a tax lawyer. I work at the biggest tax firm in the state.”

“That’s nice. Johnny what did I tell you I like to talk about?”

He looked chastened. “Uh, fashion and what you’re wearing and you, you like to talk about you.”

I smiled, “That’s right, Johnny, very good. But just knowing something is only part of it, using that knowledge is the other part.”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Johnny.”

“You look very sophisticated, all in black except for your lipstick and nail polish.”

“Thank you Johnny.”

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, Johnny. Do you like this outfit or the red hearts outfit better?”

I turned to a noise and let him see my breasts and legs and shoes and then turned back to him. He was struggling.

“Well?”

“They’re both beautiful.”

“That’s nice Johnny, but you surely have a preference.”

He looked at me and settled for “Those red hearts were perfect for the Italian restaurant and the sophisticated black outfit is perfect for Campbell’s. You’d look beautiful in anything.”

“Oh, Johnny, do you really think so? That’s sweet.” My smile was the best yet. “Scoot your chair over here closer, you’re hard to hear over there.”

Johnny got up and moved his chair over toward me.

“Closer, I don’t bite, much of the time,” and I gave him another smile. My jaws were starting to hurt.

He put his chair closer. I drug it over touching mine. He sat down, honestly, on the right side of the chair so he wasn’t touching me.

“The chair can’t get any closer Johnny. If you don’t sit in the middle of the seat you are going to wind up with an unsightly crease in your butt.”

He turned red and moved to the center of his chair.