Darby Dee Daniels 03

It seems like today is going to be a busy day for Darby Dee. I need some new jeans, long pant leg and shorts, so I'm going shopping in Hillsdale. I also want a few customized hoodies. I like the coverage that hoodies provide over my chest, but I want those 3/4 sleeves and I know that Gary's seamstress can do that for me. And apparently, I have to pick up a corset and a body suit for my house cleaner Jill because it seems that I made yet another deal with yet another devil.

Oh, and don't let me forget that I'm looking forward to teasing that little horny devil Lizzie about all of the sexual antics last Monday at Kelli's Closet. If she confesses to all of her bad behavior, I may even send her a copy of the video I took of her in restroom stall #3.

So, away I went to Hillsdale.

"Hi. I'm Frankie. How can I help you today? Hey, wait a minute, are you Darby Dee? The infamous Darby Dee who finally took the edge off of our precious Lizzie?"

"Well, I don't know about all that, but yes, I'm Darby Dee and I'm looking for a few things. Where is Lizzie?"

"Having her lunch break in the back. She will be up here in a few minutes. So, are you going to share that video with us or do I have to hack your phone?"

"I shouldn't share it until Lizzie gives me permission. Where will I find black Denim long jeans and black Denim short shorts?"

"Alright, hacking it is. Denim is this way. Is there anything else you looking for? Lizzie mention that she has an order under your name behind the counter."

"That's probably for my house cleaner. She asked me for a few things while I was coming out here."

"I know that it's none of my business, but is your house cleaner really that busty? I mean, that blue corset behind the counter requires some, well, you know."

"Jill is blessed. Why do you think she would want a corset? I mean, she cleans houses."

"I would say she wants a renewed sex life and my best guess is that she will get it. Or, if she cleans your house in it, well, you should stay inside the house. Anyways, do you like any of these Denim shorts? We have Modest, Risky and I Need Bail Money shorts. The long pant leg jeans are right behind you."

I selected the modest and the risky shorts to try on. The "bail money required" shorts were more for Lizzie than me, at least for now. I grabbed a pair of each color, blue and black along with blue and black long jeans. Frankie pointed me towards the dressing room area.

"Tori, this is Darby Dee. She will be trying on these Denim shorts and long jeans. Please go see Tori. She is our wardrobe queen and head seamstress."

"Ah, so you're our little savior, huh? Right this way please."

"Hi. Frankie, before you go, I also wanted a few hoodies as well. Something that can have the sleeves modified."

I walked towards to where she was pointing. I saw the dressing rooms and headed to them.

"Go ahead sweetie. Use room #3. But while we're here, let me tell you two things. One, all of these jeans will fit you just fine, but try them on anyway. Two, so was Lizzie really that out of control?"

"OMG, it seemed like she was out of control, but she was in control most of the time. She had a lot of fun and OMG did I ever learn a lot. She's alright, isn't she?"

"She's fine, a little embarrassed, but fine. She thinks that you think she's a slut. What did you want modified on your hoodies?"

"Oh, I'm not judging Lizzie. I would like 3/4 length sleeves with a seam or something. When I cut the sleeves off myself, they curl up."

"I can do that and then there is something you can do for me."

"I can't release Lizzie's video without her consent, so please don't ask."

"Hah, Frankie will have that downloaded in no time. I was talking about something else and I mean Scott, your date at Kelli's Closet last Monday. Scott is my ex-boyfriend and I still claim him, so back off. I don't share well. I hope you can understand."

Well, I didn't know that at the time and it wasn't a date. It was a casual encounter at the club, which led to him asking me out for ice cream tonight. I already said yes, so I hope you can understand. Besides, it's just a few hours after sunset to the ice cream parlor."

"Oh, I know all about how you scooped his ice cream already last Monday. Back it off."

"Oh, well, is there where I remind you that not everyone looks like you and some of us have to cherish every date we can get? It's just a sundae. I can't cancel now."

"Fine, but one scoop and no more. And I swear, if I hear about you sharing a banana split with my ex then I will stick you with my straight pins."

"Fine back at you, but all sundae's come with whipped cream, you know. Ouch."

"You leave the cream whipping to the lady behind the ice cream parlor counter. Put on that hoodie and show me where you want to sleeves to end."

"Ouch. About here will do. Ouch."

"Alright. Five modifies hoodies coming up. And now that we agree that you will wear a ski suit on your ice cream date, which will not end at Lover's Lane, how did Lizzie hold up when Dean hammered her?"

"Ouch. OMFG, I have no idea how she was able to walk the next day. Dean has a piece of equipment and some game. I'm pretty sure he struck oil. So, ouch, what if, ouch, Scott wants to share a banana split tonight?"

"Are you prepared to owe me a favor?"

"Ouch, I promise, the most I will do is to whip his cream if his banana is rip and firm. Ouch."

"LOL, so you think you can get away with jacking off your dates, date after date? Whatever virgin, I'll have your hoodies ready by tomorrow. However, here is the trade off for whipping Scott's banana tonight. I'll let Frankie and Lizzie leave work a little early tomorrow night so that they can deliver your specialized hoodies. You ask them inside for a glass of wine and some snacks and then keep the wine flowing Frankie totally wants to nail Lizzie, but Lizzie holds her off. It's actually fun to watch them."

"Well, I will be home and I have a really nice outdoor deck that is lined with Tiki Torches with a great view of the river. I'll get some wine and I have a neighbor who may whip us some snacks. But I get to keep my date tonight. Ouch."

"Tiki Torches around a deck, huh? Sounds good. I guess we'll give you a 30% discount for today and I suppose I could let it go if there was a double scoop thing going on, but just this one time, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear. I should get going now, you know so I have time to change into my ski suit and while I still have blood left in me. You would be welcome tomorrow as well. Ouch."

"Stop staring at my boobs. Don't be surprised if I show up tomorrow night."

"Ouch. I promise, two scoops only."

I made my way to the cash register counter and threw my Denim selections on the counter. I smiled at Lizzie and hand waved Frankie over.

"So, do I need to apologize for my behavior last Monday? I didn't mean to embarrass you, Darby Dee. I just needed a few things. You know, some relief."

"LOL and you got a few things. It's all good Lizzie. We'll do it again in a few weeks. Maybe we'll check out Candi's Corner next time. By the way, about that video I took of you and Dean???"

"Well, I was going to ask you to delete it, but Frankie already hacked your phone. Frankie is quite the techie. Here is your receipt. Are you seeing Scott again or has he dumped you already?"

"Oh, we're on and we're on for tonight. Banana Splits down by the river. Bye Lizzie, bye Frankie."

I left the store and immediately contacted Scott to let him know that he should pick me just before Sunset. Oh yeah, I also advised him that our banana split date is tonight.

After that, I had to do three things quickly. One, drive home fast, two, get changed into Thursday night casual date clothes and three, beg my neighbor Trudy for a quick facial makeover. I'm proud to say that all three tasks worked out for me and I had a chance to ask Trudy for another favor as I sat in front of her.

"So, Trudy I need a favor tomorrow night. I'm having a couple of people over about midnight tomorrow night. Do you suppose you could whip us up snack food, like trays of this and that?"

"Whoa, you want me to cook for your date? What is this, a 3-Way or something?"

"No, no, Trudy. It's Lizzie and Frankie. Lizzie is a Trap and Frankie is a Tranny. I'm just the middle man for match making night. Our other friend thought some wine, some food and the festive atmosphere of my back deck might do the trick. You are welcome as well."

"Are you asking me to prepare food trays and serve your guests in my undies and apron?"

"Well, yes, yes I am. However, to keep it semi formal, you should wear a garter belt and stocking as well."

"Color?"

"Black or red. Here's some cash. Pick up some wine too please. I don't know red from white from blue when it comes to wine."

"Fine, but I will be needing two other things."

"Please make them something reasonable."

"Hah, one, Jill cleans my house tomorrow morning on your tab. Make that happen Darby Dee."

"Agreed. And the second thing?"

"You have to do me within the next five days. Doggie is preferred, thank you very much. I mean, I've been lonely lately."

"Black bra, red panties and blacking stockings???"

"Hmmm, mix and match, huh? You better not being trying to trick me and I better not find you as a sandwich between those other two. What's the difference between a Trap and a Tranny anyways?"

"Well, a Trap likes to wear female clothing and a Tranny likes to wear female clothing. I'll send Jill over in the morning. If you're naked under your morning robe she will "accidently" brush against you to open up the robe."

"LOL, silly fem boy. It won't be closed. Hold still. There, all set."

Trudy finished my eyebrows and left smiling. The smile on her face scared me, but at least she was smiling. I had a flash back reminding myself once again that her husbands missing person case is still open.

I elected to wear my modest black Denim shorts tonight just in case there is some spillage of chocolate ice cream. I mean, that would look like a disaster on white Denim shorts. I went with a hoodie with the sleeves pushed up and a tube top. I wanted to wear a crop top, but I soon realized that the adhesive breast forms would require a bra for that. I had a pair of flip flops waiting for me by the front door so I could run straight out as soon as he pulled in my driveway. I'm still a little nervous about who knows what in the neighborhood, so a quick exit seems like my best bet for tonight. I wasn't expecting him to pull in my driveway with such a large sedan, but there he was, driving a motel on wheels.

"Right on time Scott. Are you ready to go?"

He seemed to take the long way to the ice cream parlor, but we finally made it. Hah, another trick. He wanted the sun to fully set before we got our creamy smooth snacks.

"Alright Scott, we can go somewhere now, but I think Lover's Lane is off limits for tonight. I'll hold your banana while you drive."

"Well, I know you like the sounds of the river, so I was thinking about parking under the Stillwater Bridge. Is that alright with you Darby Dee?"

"Perfect. There is a little cove on the west side of the bridge."

LOL, I sent Frankie a text, you know, just to stir the pot.

"Firmest banana I've ever seen."

Frankie's reply was swift.

"Best peeled slowly"

What I didn't like was Scott's driving, especially when I'm holding my double scoop and his banana. He drives too fast and weaves in and out even when there is no other traffic.

"There is a little cove to the right, Scott. It might be a little more private. Turn here."

"Oh yeah, I like this spot. Let's eat our ice cream."

End Darby Dee Daniels 03