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Hertz So Good


"Frankie
Al Nez will pay my rent, pay for my schooling, give me an allowance and
all I have to do is dress like this" --Davey gestured at his tight
leather dress-- "and read to him?"

"Or whatever else he wants," agreed Larry.

"That part scares me."

Larry shrugged. "It's going to be better if you take the deal."

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Not really."

"What else might he want?"

"No idea. But the boss isn't a bad man."

"Could have fooled me," Davey muttered. Still, he hadn't been hurt -- except for the waxing, that did hurt.



Would You Believe?


"What do I tell my folks?" asked Davey.

"Tell them as much or as little as you want," said Larry. "Whatever you say, they're going to find it hard to believe."

Davey nodded. He noticed a phone hanging from the wall in the kitchenette. "Can I use that?" he asked.

"It's your phone."

Davey spoke wih his mother for a few minutes, telling her only that he'd found a new place to stay in a nicer part of town.

Larry went to answer the door. Davey had just hung up when he heard Little Ruby's musical contralto, "Baby, Mommy's home!"



So Fine


"What are you doing here, Ruby?" Davey wanted to know.

"Sugah,
you just tell me that you know 'xactly how to make yourself look
scrumptious ever'day and I'm gone." Ruby made leaving-on-a-jetplane
motions with her hands, then wiggled all over and grinned. "I'm here
when you need me, sugah. I'm yo' Uptown Mommy in a Downtown Way."

Davey frowned. "What does that mean?"

"I don't translate, child, 'cause I just make it up as I go 'long."

"I'm not sure..." Davey began.

"Not sure you need me? Honey, babymine-so-fine, how you goin' get out of that dress without help? Mmm?"



Honeycomb


Ruby
"unwrapped" Davey, or Dee Dee, as she called him when she wasn't
calling him "baby," "honey" or "child." Jewelry, dress, shoes and hose
came off but Ruby stopped before removing the padded girdle and corset.
Instead, she showed him how to open the crotch to relieve himself
without taking things off.

"But, but..." he tried to say.

"And
a nice round one you got, long as you're in yo' wrapper." She admired
him extravagantly, bullied him unmercifully, and talked incessantly or
sang. "Lucky old Frank, he's got a hank o'hair and a hunk o'bone, you a
walkin', talkin' honeycomb!"



Worried Cute


Davey, or Dee Dee, wrapped the fluffy robe around his, or her, waist and tied the belt. <!--break-->

"You wrapped that the wrong way, honey," said Ruby.

"What?" said Davey.

"Girls wrap their robes right-over-left, not the other way."

"You're kidding."

"Nuh-uh, here, lemme show you how to do it; You tied the knot wrong, too."

"This is crazy."

Ruby
chuckled. "What's crazy is a girl like you with so much talent she
ain't even discovered. But don't worry, Mommy Ruby gonna show you what
you don't know how."

"Now I'm worried."

"And that's why you're so keeyoot, sugar," said Ruby.



All Sewed Up

Ruby
had him practice putting on and taking off makeup for most of the
evening before finally disappearing about nine p.m. "Get some beauty
sleep, sugah," she ordered. "I'll be back to help you get ready for
your morning classes."

Before Davey could
protest, she was gone. He followed to the door and opened it to find
Larry standing there, smiling, looking him up and down.

"I
can't sleep in this stuff," Davey protested, still wearing the corset
and padded girdle with a pink nightgown and robe over it. "Ruby sewed
me into this, I can't get it off!"



The Important Stuff


Larry had brought a contract for personal services with him.

Davey
read it. A thousand dollars a week to be deposited in an offshore
account, with ten thousand dollar bonuses for the first month, first
six months, escalating bonuses each year and another bigger bonus at
the end of seven years. The amount totaled to $604,000 plus interest
earned.

Additionally, Quentin Francesco Al
Nez Associates would pay 'Dee Dee La Tours' living expenses, college
expenses, medical expenses and up to $500 a month allowance with a cost
of living adjustment each year.

"Frankie's first name is Quentin?" asked Davey.



Sleeping On It


"You want to sleep on it?" Larry asked.

"I don't think I can in this corset."

"A pill?"

"No.
I'm going to read this contract again. Buy-out clauses. Extension
options. Twenty-five hours a week for classes. Five days off a month
and a three week all-expenses-paid vacation. But it doesn't say what
'personal services' are."

"Just being Dee Dee when the Boss wants to see you."

Davey frowned. "Come back tomorrow. I'll decide then if I want to do this every day for seven years."

In the hallway, Packy asked, "She going to sign?"

Larry smiled. "How could she refuse?"