The_Test.txt  by Cindy V;  femdom, TV, humiliation

     This fantasy story was inspired by pages 164-169 of the Dec., 1996
Cosmo magazine, entitled "Sexy Little Underthings for Christmas Morning."

     "Oh, please take me out, Andrea.  I really think I'm ready."

     Candy was pleading with Andrea.  Candy was one of Andrea's sissy 
slaves. She wanted Andrea to take her outdoors, fully crossdressed, for 
the first time, to try to pass in public.

     "Now Candy," Andrea replied in a motherly tone.  "Do you really think
you're ready?  Remember that Saturday a few months ago at my office?"
  
    Candy had been Andrea's sissy for several years. Andrea started dressing
him slowly, first just lingerie and a little lipstick, and slowly increased
things.  She made Candy buy her own clothes and makeup.  At first Candy's
appearance was comical, and Andrea verbally teased her about it, knowing how
that fed into her desire to be humiliated.  Andrea made her go outside dressed
in very small, safe doses.  One time they took a drive, with Candy fully 
dressed, and Andrea made Candy order at a drive-up fast food place and handle 
the transaction with the clerk.  Of course the clerk knew right away that Candy
was male, and Candy was delightfully humiliated.  Andrea enjoyed doing this
to Candy, and although Candy would not admit it she enjoyed it too.

     The time at Andrea's office was a Saturday when Andrea wanted Candy to
do some word processing for her.  Candy truly loved to serve Andrea, and
since it was a Saturday when the office was deserted Candy agreed to let
Andrea fully dress her, and Candy would play secretary.  So they did that,
and it was great fun. Until one of Andrea's co-workers showed up unexpectedly.
Unexpectedly - or did Andrea plan it?  Unlike the fast food drive-up which
only lasted for a moment, this time Candy was stuck with a stranger, close up,
for as long as this co-worker hung around.  He thought Candy's get-up was
hilarious, and Candy burned in embarrassment.  How could Andrea do this to
her?  But in fact, Andrea knew Candy all too well.  Andrea would respect
Candy's limits, of course, but she also liked to test her and take her a
little further than Candy thought she herself could handle.  It was a
delicate balance, but Candy had such a genuine fondness and respect for
Andrea, that she trusted that Andrea would never cross Candy's real limits.

     "But Andrea, that Saturday in your office was a long time ago, and I've
come a long way since then," Candy argued.

     Indeed she had.  Under Andrea's tutelage, Candy joined a health club
and modified her diet, losing a tremendous amount of weight.  Andrea took
Candy to Andrea's own hair salon, and gradually Candy grew her hair longer
and lightened the shade.  When dressed as a male, such as for work, Candy
wore her long hair in a pony tail with a rubber band, which as an eccentric
computer programming type he could still get away with.  Not only did Candy
slim down considerably, but Andrea introduced her to moisturizers and other
beauty products, and Candy truly had soft beautiful skin.  Candy had never
been particularly hairy, and a once a week all over body shave was all she
needed.  Candy's pierced ears with tiny stud earrings and manicured nails 
with a coat of clear nail polish raised little attention as well.

     Andrea had dressed Candy tonight in a sheer empire waist red chemise,
showing off plenty of Candy's bosom. (Page 164) Yes, bosom. Although Candy 
had absolutely balked at any kind of female hormones or surgery, she did 
let Andrea talk her into a kind of silicone falsie that slipped into a bra 
cup, hugged the body and looked and felt 100% realistic, as long as no one 
looked too closely at the edges against her skin.  Even in this sexy chemise, 
you could not tell Candy's breasts were not real.

     And that was not all.  At no small expense, Andrea convinced Candy to
buy what they referred to as Candy's "PP" - plastic pussy.  It both tucked 
in the male genitals and presented a female appearance, complete with a little 
fold.  Again, if you looked closely at the edges you would not be fooled, but 
if you were just looking at Candy from outside her panties, it looked pretty 
real. Andrea lifted Candy's chemise a few inches to see her matching red lace 
panties, and Andrea was satisified that the outline of Candy's PP made quite a 
feminine appearance.

     Andrea brushed Candy's long hair. She backcombed it, giving it more
fullness.  As she did this, she asked Candy what a true test would be for a
sissy to pass.  Candy replied that looking pretty and feminine was a test.

     "Hmm," said Andrea thoughtfully, as she took some liquid makeup and
started smoothing it over Candy's face.  "Well, you do look pretty, I'll
grant you that.  And especially tonight, in just this chemise. But there's 
more  than looking pretty to passing as a woman. How well can you act like 
a woman?"

     "You've taught me how to walk, how to move my hips, what to do with my
hands.  And I've picked up some things too from observing women.  How to
give a tiny smile, how to look someone in the eye for a second and then
avert my eyes. how to flip my hair."

     I'm quite impressed, Candy," replied Andrea, as she stroked some brown
mascara onto Candy's eyelashes.  "That's all very good.  That might be enough
if you were simply buying a lipstick at a department store.  But what about
a longer encounter with someone?  Could you be with a single person for some
length of time and have them believe, not no believe, and have them FEEL that
you are a woman?"

     Andrea was applying a brown eyeliner to Candy's upper eyelids, so Candy
didn't dare move and spoil the line as her eyes looked up and strained not 
to blink.  Then Andrea drew a line on her Candy's lower lids.  As with all
things Andrea does, this was carefully planned.  Andrea had chosen the time
to ask Candy a difficult question as the time when she applied her eyeliner,
knowing full well that Candy would not be able to blurt out an answer until
Andrea was finished and until Candy had time to fully consider the question.
When both eyes were done Andrea put the eyeliner down and paused to let
Candy answer.
   
     "Well, I would be willing to try, to spend some time with a woman, and
as long as she doesn't stump me with a topic that I don't know about, yes I
think I could have her believe I am a woman. But have her feel that I am a
woman - I don't think I understand, Andrea."

     Andrea was delicately stroking a little peach blush onto Candy's cheeks.
"No Candy, I had a little different idea in mind.  I think a better test
would be with a man.  The question is whether he would feel that you are a
woman or not.  Don't you agree that that would be a real test?"

     Candy started to get visibly nervous.  "No," she said determinedly. "You
know that is where I absolutely draw the line.  Nothing in my ass, and no
sucking a guy's cock.  Period."  Candy did have a feminine pout as she said
this.  "And besides, the breasts and the PP would not fool a guy if he saw
them."

     "Now Candy," said Andrea in her reassuring way. "I understand your 
limits and I would never violate them.  Andrea was outlining Candy's lips with 
a lip pencil.  "I would never make you suck a guy or have him screw your ass.  
But, do you think you could turn him on?  You know, a little petting? "  
Andrea was filling in Candy's lips with a lovely burgundy lip color, using a 
lip brush on her lips and putting the color onto the brush from a tube. "Just 
to see if you could do it. And as the true test of whether a guy would really 
feel that you are a girl."

     Candy was weakening on the logic of the argument.  Her limits would
still be intact.  If she really wanted to pass as a woman, this was a valid
test.  Meanwhile, Andrea chose that moment in the conversation to show Candy
her finished image in the mirror.  The first time Candy sees herself right 
after Andrea finishes her makeup artistry is always a confusing moment for
Candy.  Her first thought is "Wow, is that girl cute." Then a moment later
Candy realizes "Hey that cute girl is  - me."  Andrea had tried to explain
the moment in terms of chemical changes and blood sugar and such, but Candy
never understood that.  Nevertheless, the first look in the mirror had that
usual effect on Candy, as Candy's senses and emotions overloaded, while
still trying to respond to Andrea's last point."

     Andrea played her trump card.  "You will do it for me, won't you Candy?"

     Andrea had won and they both knew it.  Candy was more than just Andrea's
sissy slave.  There was more than just the mistress/slave aspect of their 
relationship.  There was a true devotion of Candy to Andrea.  It was not
often that Candy had the opportunity to display that part of herself to 
Andrea, nor was it often that Andrea took advantage of it. Candy did not 
need to reply.  She smiled sweetly.  Her silence was agreement.

     But Candy was also aware that Andrea was careful not to overuse this
trump card, and she always played it within Candy's limits.  "Uh, Andrea,
did you have someone specifically in mind for this," Candy asked
innocently.

     "Well, as a matter of fact, Candy, I do," Andrea replied, almost too
quickly.  "He was a potential client for my business that I saw today.  I 
thought he was going to make a big purchase from me.  His hands got a little 
too close to me too many times for it to be a coincidence.  And he made a 
double meaning reference to my sucking his cock. I let it pass because I 
thought I was going to make a sale.  But it was clear that although I had a 
product he needed and I had a good price, he was only using me, toying with 
me.  Using me!  How dare he!  We're going to get him for that."

     "Just go along with me on this Candy.  We'll fix him good.  And, you'll
get in the practice you need.  A win-win for both of us.  I'm going to call
him up right now."

     As usual with Andrea, once she had an idea in her head, things 
steamrolled along pretty quickly.  Andrea called him up with her sexy telephone 
voice and hinted that she had reconsidered their earlier conversation.  She 
invited him over right away, saying that she was running a little late but 
that her personal maid Candy would be there to greet him and to take care of 
his EVERY need. Andrea said the word "every" in such a way that he could expect 
more than a glass of wine from her.  She ended the phone conversation with 
"Great, then you'll be here in a hour."

     Candy had a terrified look in her eyes as Andrea hung up the phone. "Now,
precious Candy, you don't think I'd leave you alone in this situation, do you?
I'll be in the bedroom watching and listening to everything.  I'll put a little
microphone in your ear, under your hair where it can't be seen, and I'll 
suggest what to do or say if it looks like you're getting stuck.  And I'll be 
in the living room in a flash if things get out of hand.  And if things even 
hint of getting out of control, I'll beat the shit out of him, don't you worry."

     Andrea resumed brushing Candy's hair, which had a calming effect on her.
The two girls went over the things Candy would do with him.  Andrea wanted 
Candy to turn him on, but not to let him remove her chemise.  As long as the 
chemise stayed on, nothing could happen.

     Suddenly the doorbell rang.  The sixty minutes had flown by.  Andrea 
checked Candy carefully from her long flowing hair, to her perfectly applied 
makeup, to her red chemise.  Candy looked very enticing indeed.  She felt 
absolutely naked in the flimsy lingerie, and her heart was beating furiously.  
"Relax," Andrea said, as she sprayed a little Chantilly perfume on her.  
Andrea clicked on the hidden camcorder aimed at the sofa, kissed Candy on the 
cheek and wished her good luck, and then hid in the bedroom to watch the fun.

     Candy took a deep breath and opened the door.  "Good evening Mr. Thomson,"
said Candy in her best feminine voice.  "My name is Candy, and I'm Andrea's
personal maid.  Andrea is running a little late, and she asked me to take care 
of you until she arrives."  At Andrea's instruction and as Candy had rehearsed 
it, Candy had emphasized the words "take care of you" and had added a little 
wink, so that it was obvious that Candy would do more than just take his coat.

     "Call me Bob," he said, giving Candy a long approving look up and down.  He 
gave her his coat, and watched her ass wiggle as she walked away and hung it in 
the closet.  "May I ask why you're dressed like that?"

     "Oh, Andrea just likes me to entertain her guests, to give them the royal
treatment. Please sit down and relax, Bob."  Bob sat on the sofa, but the cushion
was soft and sunk down. Candy stood behind him and leaned toward him, making him 
look up in order to see her. This gave Bob a good look at Candy's breasts and 
cleavage.  (To the reader:  we have finally made it to the photo in Cosmopolitan 
on page 165.)  Candy boldly began unbuttoning his shirt buttons.  "Is there 
anything I can do to make you more comfortable," she asked sweetly?  Candy 
seemed to be getting into her role.

     Bob stood up and removed his shirt.  He reached out for Candy's hands and 
pulled her toward him.  He started stroking her thighs.  In return, she teased 
his nipples with her fingertips until they were erect.  He touched his forehead 
to hers and looked deeply into her eyes, as she shyly looked downward to avert 
his gaze.  (Page 166)

     Bob began to get even bolder with Candy.  He ran his hands over Candy's
breasts.  Candy moaned softly, forgetting that the breasts he was touching were
not real.  Bob began nuzzling against her, kissing the back of her neck, then
licking her ear lobe.  Meanwhile his hands were all over her, including between
her legs.  Thank goodness that PP hid Candy's cock.  But Candy was getting more
and more nervous as to where this was going to lead.  Candy looked over towards
the bedroom where Andrea was hidden with a look in her eye that said, "Andrea, 
please stop this."  But Andrea, who was watching it all through a crack in the 
door, was not ready to stop things just yet.  Although Andrea was not sure who 
she felt needed a little more embarrassment, Candy or Bob.

     Candy was doing her best to pretend to be interested in Bob, without 
providing much direct stimulation.  Bob was giving her little kisses, telling 
her how great she smelled.  One of his hands was groping at Candy's crotch, and 
it seemed like he was about to pull her panties down.  Meanwhile with his other 
hand he grabbed Candy's hand and put it on his own crotch.  Yes, Candy thought, 
he was aroused.  But what would it take to induce Andrea to end this charade?

     Bob was getting Candy to massage his cock through his shorts.  He decided 
the extra material was just getting in the way, so he helped Candy to yank his 
own shorts down. And suddenly there was Bob's quite erect cock, bobbing up and 
down.  "Come on, Candy," he cajoled.  "You know you want it.  Kneel down and suck
it."

     Poor Candy knew he could easily overpower her if she didn't comply.  This 
was not how the evening was supposed to turn out!  And what about Andrea?  
Andrea!  That was it! While Candy always admitted how much Andrea understood 
Candy's sissy fantasies and need for humiliation, Candy had also thought that 
she understood something of Andrea too. Sometimes she would tease Andrea a 
little bit if she were sort of playful and Andrea would go along, but there was 
a line in the sand and you could not cross out without Andrea getting really mad.  
And hell hath no fury as a dominatrix scorned!

     So Candy said to Bob, "Oh Bob, don't you want to wait for Andrea?"  Candy 
correctly predicted his reply.  "Screw Andrea, I don't really care about her."  
And suddenly the bedroom door flew open, and there was a very angry Andrea with 
her hands on her hips.

     "Screw Andrea?  SCREW Andrea?," she screamed at Bob.  Candy had played in 
chessplayer fashion, forseeing the consequences of a few moves.  Candy knew Bob 
would rather get his rocks off with the person he had in front of him, rather 
than wait for Andrea.  And Candy knew once Bob said something negative about 
Andrea, that Andrea would never let that pass unpunished.  Candy smiled, sort 
of pleased with herself that she got Andrea to appear before Candy had been 
forced to do anything really disgusting with Bob.

     Andrea, of course, played this to the hilt.  She confidently walked over 
to Bob and Candy, and sharply slapped Bob in the face.  Then for good measure 
she did it again. "Screw Andrea?," she repeated to him.  She really was livid.  
"You fucking pervert," she spat at him.  And while he looked quizzically at 
Andrea, suprised that she had been at home all this time not sure why she had 
called him a pervert, she quietly commanded Candy to tie his hands and ankles 
behind him.

     Andrea looked him right in the eye as she continued to scream at him.  
"Pervert, why are you calling me a pervert?," he asked her, in between her 
tirade. He didn't even notice Candy efficiently putting his hands and then his 
ankles in a pair of velcro handcuffs.

     As Andrea looked down at his erect cock, first she talkedd to Candy.  "Well,
I guess you did prove your point.  You did turn him on.  Although you didn't 
seem to get him very big, did you?"  Was that a dig at Candy or at Bob, or both?

     "And you, you pathetic worm, "Candy returned her attention to Bob.  "You had
no attention of buying anything from me today, did you?  You just wanted to see 
if you could feel me up and get me to suck you off.  And then despite the fact 
that my maid was showing you a nice time, I heard nothing about how you might 
pleasure her, just that she should kneel down and suck you off.  And then when 
Candy reminded you that maybe you should wait for me, what did you say?  Repeat 
it for me."

     Bob was totally overwhelmed by this turn of events.  Things had been going 
so well. He had come over for a date with Andrea, and he had found this lovely 
maid willing to do anything for him.  Bob didn't know how to reply to Andrea, 
so he said nothing.  Andrea would not accept his silence, and repeated her 
question, at greater volume, putting her face right at his.  "Repeat it for 
me," she screamed at him.  Bob didn't like Andrea screaming at him, inches 
away from his face, and backed up.  That's when he realized his ankles, and 
his hands, were tied.  He tripped and fell.  He tried to ask, "Hey, what's
going on here?," but Andrea roughly grabbed him by the hair to pull him up, 
and then pressed down hard on his shoulders to leave him on his knees.  She 
slapped him hard with one hand, while still holding his hair with the other.  
By now Bob was genuinely in fear of Andrea, as he realized he was bound and in 
her mercy. 

     "I'm not going to stop hitting you until you repeat what you told Candy 
about me," Andrea said to him.

     Bob had no reason to doubt her.  She had really been hitting him hard. 
Very softly he replied, "Uh, I said screw you.  I'm sorry Andrea, I ... "

     "That's quite enough, Bob, I don't want to hear your lame excuses."  Then 
turning to Candy, Andrea asked, "What do you think we ought to do with him?"

     Candy had been observing all this quietly.  This all began for Candy with 
her trying to prove her femininity to Andrea. Candy didn't want anything more 
to do with Bob.  But she knew that was not the answer Andrea was looking for.  
And in Andrea's state, Candy was not going to do anything that might make her 
even madder.

     "Well, I guess you could spank him a little bit," Candy suggested.

     Andrea sighed.  "Candy, Candy, Candy.  You do have a lot to learn about 
how to be a woman, you know."

     Candy was now confused, wondering what lesson she was about to learn from
Andrea.  Candy's mind was working quickly, trying to come up with something.
Candy had gotten what she had wanted out of all this:  Andrea's approval of
Candy's ability to act as a woman, and secondly she had gotten out of a
delicate situation with a guy with her sexual identity not compromised.

     Andrea could see that Candy was not going to come up with the right answer.
"Oh pretty Candy," Andrea said in her big sister tone of voice.  "I think
after all you've been through tonight with Bob, you've earned the right for
a little pleasure.  And I think Bob should be the one to give it to you."
And with that, she pushed Candy towards Bob until Bob's face was at Candy's
crotch.  Candy now understood what Andrea had in mind.  Bob, of course, did
not yet understand quite all of the details.

     "Go ahead, lick her, you pervert," Andrea sneered at Bob.

     Bob still did not understand why she was calling him a pervert. and
despite the embarrassing circumstances, he did not find the aspect of going
down on Candy objectionable.  In fact, Bob was still erect at the idea of 
this. He started licking Candy through her panties.

     Candy on the other hand was not sure about this at all.

     "Uh, Andrea wait a minute.  I'm not sure I can go through with this,"
Candy said in a nervous voice.

     "Now Candy.  First of all I have always respected your limits.  If you
think carefully, this does not violate them."  Candy thought about this, and 
as always, Andrea was right.  "Well, yes, ...., but I don't know," Candy
tried to look for a reason out of this.

    "I know what your problem is Candy," Andrea replied comfortingly. "You
prefer girls, don't you?  Maybe we can make a few little changes to Bob's
appearance so that you can pretend he's a girl?"  And with that Andrea
went into another room and came back with a cosmetics kit.

     "The slutty look seems right for Bob, don't you think Candy," asked
Andrea.  Although Bob tried to move his face away, he was on his knees and
bound and had nowhere to go.  Andrea quickly applied some liquid makeup, 
some garish blue eyeshadow, and a rather thick black line with liquid 
eyeliner.  "No need for blusher - his cheeks are certainly red enough,"
Andrea decided.  Then in a strange fashion move, Andrea outlined Bob's
lips in a black pencil before filling in his lips with a lip pencil in a
dark color.  "It's called 'blackberry', Candy," said Andrea.  "I know you
would ask."

     Slutty was an accurate description of Bob's face.  The eyeshadow and
eyeliner made him look like a hooker.  Meanwhile the black lip liner,
several shades darker than the lipstick, had sort of an erotic look but in
a very cheap way. Andrea and Candy giggled at how ridiculous he now looked.

     "How's that, Candy?," Andrea asked.  "Can you get into it now?"

     Candy reluctantly nodded, and Andrea pushed her back into Bob's face.

     "Well, the moment of truth approaches," Andrea announced.  Then to Bob,
"Use your teeth and gently lower Candy's panties."

     Bob felt ridiculous with the makeup but he was still turned on by the
whole scene.  He felt for the top of Candy's panties, and as ordered he
grabbed them in his teeth and with Candy helping by wiggling, he lowered
them to her knees.  Candy stepped out of them to finish the job.

     Bob closed his eyes and started to lick Candy.  But it only took a few
licks for him to realize something was not quite right.  Candy's PP was
in fact, made of a plastic material and was not made to fool a tongue.
Bob opened his eyes with a questioning look.  Andrea said to Candy, "Why
don't you get more comfortable, dear?," and there was no doubt Candy's mind
what Andrea meant.

     So, with Andrea and Candy riveted on Bob's eyes to watch his reaction,
Candy carefully undid her PP, and out popped a very excited cock.

     Bob's mouth opened in amazement at this new development, and Andrea
and Candy laughed hysterically at him.  But then when Bob realized the
implication and what he was expected to do, he quickly closed his mouth
as if he was locking it shut.

     "Now Bob," said Andrea sternly, "You know what you have to do.  And
you must know I have no end of ways to make you do this if you resist."

     Bob was furious.  "No.  I'll never do it.  You can't make me.  I'll
bite it if you make me."  Candy let out a high pitched scream when Bob said
that, but Andrea calmly replied, "No, Candy, you have nothing to worry
about.  Nothing. He wouldn't dare.  I'll be right back."  Andrea left to get 
something from the bedroom.

     She returned a few moments later with something behind her back.
Neither Candy nor Bob could see what it was.

     Andrea positioned herself facing Bob from the side, but still hiding
something behind her.  She took Bob's chin in one hand and raised it up
slightly.  Then very sweetly she spoke to Bob.  "If you so much as give
Candy one instant of discomfort, I promise you this."  Then she revealed
what she was holding behind her back.  It was a giant dildo - maybe twelve
inches long.  "If you give Candy any problem whatsoever, I will personally
strap this dildo on me and shove it up your ass.  How would you like that?
Do you think for a minute that I am kidding?"  Bob shook his head No.  Then 
turning to Candy, Andrea asked, "OK, is that satisfactory?"

     Andrea had answered all of its Candy's objections, so Candy sheepishly
nodded Yes.  Candy pushed her cock towards Bob's mouth.  Bob's lips were shut
tight and Candy was not sure what to do.  Andrea truthfully had any number of
ways to get him to open his mouth, from pinching his nose shut to kicking him
in the balls.  She chose a solution somewhere in the middle.  She reached out
and fondled Bob's little nipples, and when they were erect enough Andrea stopped
rolling them between her fingers and instead used her nails to squeeze on them.
Bob forget about keeping his mouth closed and opened it wide as he screamed.
Candy understood what to do, and used that opportunity to push her cock into
his waiting mouth.

    "Now lick and suck, Bob," Andrea commanded. "And remember my little friend
here, nodding toward the dildo.  So don't try anything cute."

     Bob was beaten and he knew it.  He had also been on the receiving end of
enough blow jobs in his time, so it didn't take him long to figure out how to
give one.  Candy closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.  Bob knew how to lick
the head and the underside of Candy's penis.  Candy grabbed Bob's head to
control the rhythm of her thrusts.  Bob sucked and sucked and Candy forgot
just who was providing this pleasure to her.  Candy tensed for a instant and
then shot her load.  Andrea had been watching from a distance, seated, and had
her fingers in her panties since she too was turned on by the way the scene had
unfolded.

     When Andrea saw that Candy had come, she called out to Bob, "Swallow it.
Every last drop."  Bob had not thought about that and his cheeks reddened with
embarrassment at this latest indignity, but he reluctantly complied.

     Candy removed her cock from Bob's mouth and replaced her PP.  Meanwhile 
Andrea walked over to the bookshelf, fiddled with something, and announced, 
"Well, the videotape is just about at the end.  Just in time, Candy.  I think 
we're finished with Bob, don't you?"

     "Videotape?," screeched Bob, who had just finishing swallowing Candy's cum.

     "Yes, Bob," replied Andrea.  "Just a little insurance that you don't come 
back some other time and do something to either Candy or me.  If you never cause 
us any problems, this tape will remain our little secret.  If not, well, who knows 
where selected copies might turn up."

     Meanwhile Andrea rewound the videotape in fast reverse, stopping to review a 
few poses.  She found one pose she liked and pressed a button.  There was a whirring
sound.  Andrea emerged with a printout of one of the poses.  She showed it to Bob
and Candy.  There was a good shot of Bob in his makeup and dark lipstick, his cock
jutting out, with his lips wrapped around Candy's cock.

     "Here, Bob.  Why don't you keep this as a little souvernir?," said Andrea as 
she started to untie him.

     "Andrea, Andrea, Andrea."  Candy was using a patronizing tone.  Andrea knew
that it was Candy's teasing tone of voice.  Candy had an annoying habit of trying 
to tease Andrea when she thought she could get away with it.  Candy would sneak as 
close as she could get to that imaginary line, beyond which Andrea would punish her 
for going too far.  It was a delightful game between them, and they both enjoyed it.

     "No, Andrea, I don't think we're quite done with Bob yet.  Goodness, sometimes 
I wonder what you would do without me!"

     Andrea had quite an astonished look on her face at this outburst from Candy.

     Candy continued, "Andrea, don't you think you should give Bob another opportunity
to close that business deal with you?"

     Andrea smiled, and Candy melted.  Andrea could never find as supportive and 
helpful a business assistant as Candy would make.  Too bad Candy had a much different 
day job.

     Andrea and Bob talked business for a few minutes.  Bob was not sure if Andrea 
would blackmail him into buying her product, but he didn't want to find out.  Andrea 
brought out some contract papers and Bob signed them.  "By your own free will, right 
Bob?," Andrea asked.  Bob confirmed "Yes.  It really is a fair price."

     Candy smiled.  It was so much fun to help Andrea with her business.

     Andrea now seemed in quite the benevolent mood as Bob got dressed to leave. 
"Here, Bob," she said magnamously, giving him some moist towelettes.  "Better wipe 
that makeup all off."  Bob scrubbed his face, Andrea looked at it critically, she 
rubbed a tiny place on his eyelid, and pronounced him OK to leave.  For good measure 
she rubbed another towelette all over his face and showed him no more makeup came off 
on it. She kissed him gently on the cheek and thanked him for being a good sport.

     After he left, Andrea and Candy waited a few moments to be sure he was out of 
earshot, and then broke down in hysterical laughter.  They were literally rolling on 
the floor. 

     "Andrea, rubbing that last towelette over his face just before he left was 
brilliant," Candy complimented her mistress.

     "Why thank you," Andrea replied.  "That 'All-Day' lipstick is a bitch to take 
off, isn't it Candy?  And especially in a shade that strong.  I wonder how long it 
will take before he figures out he's still wearing it?"