CHAPTER 1
The slightly over-weight thirty-something (actually thirty) brunette with arresting near-luminous eyes was working hard in the office gym when Riley Lewis from her office entered as she lifted light weights, feet on the floor and stretched back on the padded bench.
"Gosh Micki your crotch is almost dripping and look at the pool under your breasts. Your armpits must be in line to become cesspits."
"Run along you scurrilous lying a-hole," snorted the attorney to the latest new recruit she'd been asked to pamper. The guy was a senior partner's nephew who'd graduated from an obscure law school. His suitability for sophisticated urban living was zilch. The general opinion in Riley's department was he should be placed in a refrigerated meat container and shipped back home.
"You'd have a great body if you weren't so fat."
Rage ripped through Micki. She wondered if she could hurl one of the 10lb dumb bells at his head without killing him, leaving him with just a headache. Reason returned. She heard in disbelief her voice say, "Want to go out for a wine?"
"Yeah," he grinned. "Providing no one sees me with you. Do you have sunglasses? I'm off to shower. Catch you in the foyer but don't keep me waiting too long."
Before stripping to shower Micki -- only Michelle when introducing herself to clients or when being with her parents -- felt her crotch. God it was damp. Had he really seen perspiration on her black leotard? She very much doubted it. In the shower she thought darkly she ought to fuck the cheeky swine and give him an STD, only she didn't have any, at least not to her knowledge.
Micki was putting on her sunglasses when her phone rang. Oh, it was her mom calling and not a-hole.
"Hi mom."
"Hi darling. Just a reminder the family is here for dinner tomorrow night."
"Oh Christ, I'd forgotten."
"Is that a way a girl should speak to her mother?"
"Sorry mom."
"Thank you darling. Seven-thirty for cocktails and don't forget you promised to bring a partner. Everyone is expecting to see if your tastes have refined."
"Yes mother."
"You sound doubtful. You do have your partner at the ready?"
"Yes mother."
Her mom said goodbye sweetheart and cut the call.
Oh god Micki sighed darkly. Yes she had promised to turn up and had said she'd bring a partner. But it was Friday night and everyone would be dating or gone away for the weekend, males that is.
Asshole?
She shuddered at the thought but then a wicked thought rifled through her. YES! Take him and he'd leave her family horrified, her mother deciding yes her baby daughter would be better off in New York in Uncle David's law office and in a city where men were men. They were, weren't they? Judging by TV series and films made there she wasn't so sure.
She found Ass... er lovely Riley dozing on a sofa outside the gym entrance. "You are so lovely to wait for me Riley."
He looked at her -- she thought appreciatively -- but then: "Flash your tits at me as a penalty for making me wait."
"Oh that wouldn't be a penalty Riley. For that you'd have to ask me to urinate on you."
"Eh, what's up with you? Can we go?"
"Yes darling and please take my arm."
"Darling... arm?"
"They are well-founded words in the English language Riley, even in that dog box state where you originate."
"Victoria?"
"There's no such state called Victoria."
"Oh yeah, didn't you read my CV? As head of department you are supposed to do before my induction."
"I was busy."
"That's a dumb ass thing a woman would say."
"I am a woman in case you haven't noticed."
Riley snorted and said even bulls had tits.
She had no idea what that meant.
They had three drinks and then Micki said she had a headache but before she left she wanted to ask him for a favor.
And now, twenty-three hours later she was driving Riley to her parent's home.
At first he wouldn't get into the vehicle, saying she didn't appear to be a trustworthy driver. She shook her head looking at him. She'd said dress formally so he was wearing a business suit with a yellow tie overprinted with tiny red bras. Meanwhile he'd gotten tired of her staring at him so stepped into the SUV, checked his seat belt three times and groaned when he asked how many air bags did the vehicle have and Micki, lying, replied, "What are air bags?"
Micki pressed the code on her electronic hand control and the heavy gates swung open.
"Oh your parents live in a gated community?"
"Yes I suppose they do if you count residential help."
"What does that mean?"
"Patience darling."
"Why are you calling me darling. Are we going to fuck?"
Micki looked at him with all the distaste she could muster but he didn't appear upset. In fact he grinned and said she had enough fat on her to be rather a good fuck.
She shrieked instead of vomiting and accelerated up the tight winding driveway at almost 30 mph leaving him pinned against his seat and gripping the grab handle in near terror.
Micki's gowned and bejeweled mother came out alone to greet them. Her mouth dropped when she saw what Riley was wearing. As soon as the introductions had been made Zena grabbled him by the hand and said, "Come with me Riley. My husband Ralph has a tuxedo he is long past fitting. Michelle please go in and be with the family. You are a minute late."
Zena emerged with the suit and ordered Riley to strip. She said, "Very impressive but you can put your boxers back on young man."
Two minutes later Zena pressed against Riley, tying his bow tie.
"You have great tits ma'am."
"Why thank you Riley. I'm glad someone around here appreciates them. May I please ask you not to be quite so intimate with me if other people are around."
"Certainly ma'am."
Conversation in the library stopped when Riley entered with Zena on his arm. Micki only just caught her empty daiquiri glass from falling. Her mother had even done his hair! She felt her gut muscles tighten and resisted the urge to rub a breast. Ohmigod, it couldn't be him. The transformation was too incredible. He was even standing straight instead of slouching.
"Everyone, attention please," Zena called. "This is Michelle's young man Riley Lewis. Please welcome him into our midst."
"Nice one Micki -- you've got a real hunk at last," called a woman only a couple of years older. Riley was introduced to her as Micki's older sister Irene. Her husband and her two brothers and wives appeared faceless throughout drinks and dinner.
As the turtle soup was being served, Ralph said from the head of the table, "And what does your father do young man?"
"He's an international diplomat and has just been recalled to Australia. It's possible he will be Australia's next Ambassador to the States but rumors are flying about other diplomats as well."
"Are you Australian?"
"Yes sir. That's why I don't quite speak like you guys."
Micki's expression took on the appearance of someone having been shot.
"But Michelle told me you came from some little place called Victoria."
"Yes, the state of Victoria is not very large compared with all other Australian mainland states. I believe it is a little smaller than Wyoming or Oregon but larger than Utah or Minnesota."
"Well, kick a squirrel. Do you know Crocodile Dundee?"
"The fictitious character in a couple of films? No sir but I did see the guy who played the character, Paul Hogan, in a shopping mall in Melbourne."
"Melbourne Australia?"
"Yes sir. It's the capital city of Victoria."
"Well, well. I understand you work for me?"
