Mistaken For A Girl Singer - Chapter 16

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When they opened the door to the suite, Gina ran into John's arms and hugged him while planting a deep kiss on his lips. When the kiss broke, Gina smiled broadly, "Howdy, handsome."  

"Hi, beautiful."  

They kissed again and Gina grabbed her purse while yelling, in a most unladylike way, "Gracie! Rick and John are here! Move your arse!"  Grace appeared with a huge grin, fastening an earring in her left ear. 

"Classy thing, isn't she?" She said to the boys, Terry and Chris. 

"You can take the girl out of the drum kit, but you can't take the drum kit out of the girl."  

Rick kissed Gracie's cheek. 

"Hi, darling. You look gorgeous." 

They kissed full on the lips.  "All set, girls?" John asked.  

"Yup," said Gina, handing Grace her purse. 

"Let's go."  

Grace gave both Chris and Terry pecks on their cheeks and whispered to Terry, "Don't wait up. I think we'll be out for a long time."  

"Ok,"

 Terry said with a giggle. 

"Be good. Love you."  

Chris called as the door was closing, "Where's Margo?"  

Gina leaned back in before the door closed and said, "Don't know. She's been gone most of the day. She said she had to run some errands." Then the door closed.  

Terry looked at the time on her phone and said, "Oops. I need to get ready. Mark will be here in an hour." She ran to her bedroom to start getting changed, while Chris flopped onto the couch, legs folded beneath him, and started flipping through channels on the tv.  

He was trying to enjoy a show about antiques pickers that he had enjoyed in the past, but he just couldn't. Home improvement shows seemed more interesting, but he was getting impatient. Something was nagging at him. Maybe it was connected to the idea of being alone tonight. 

He didn't like that idea, but he did need to get used to it. 

He had to grow up and be mature about this. He was going to have evenings by himself. That was inevitable. 

He took a breath and continued surfing channels till he found a rerun of 'Friends' and he settled on that.  Terry was busy in the bedroom. 

He could hear her getting ready and smell the curling iron and hairspray. When she came into the common area, she looked stunning. Her hair was perfect and her makeup was just so, so pretty. 

Chris envied her ability to primp, to get her hair perfect, to pick just the right shade of lipstick, to be a girl.  

"Will you be ok here alone tonight?" 

Terry asked as her phone dinged indicating a text message. 

"Oops, I have to run. I told Mark to text me when he got here so that he didn't have to pay to park." 

She kissed Chris's cheek, then wiped off the residual lipstick. "Will you be ok?"  

Chris nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, sure. I'm fine. Thanks for such a great day. I really had a good time."  

"Me too, Sissy. Gotta run," and she headed to the door, but, before she could open it, Margo burst in with half-a-dozen bags, garment bags, and a big grin.  

"Hi!" She said breathlessly. 

"Ooh, you look nice! Got a date?"  

Terry kissed Margo's cheek and repeated the process of removing what was left behind. 

"Yeah. I gotta run." 

Then she whispered, "I'm glad you're here. I didn't say anything to Chrissie about your plans."  

Margo smiled. "Great. 

I've made plans. I'm taking him out for a night on the town."  "Great! Gotta go. Love you!" 

 "Love you, too! Have a good time."  

By the time Margo got to the couch to put down her burdens, Chris was up to help her.  "Wow!" He laughed. 

"Did you set out to buy everything in Nashville?" 

 "Nope. I just needed to do something non-band-related or I'd burst. 

So, I went shopping and I called Allan for some help. He got us reservations at a very exclusive dinner club for tonight."  

"Tonight!" Chris said with glee, "but what should I wear? Is the dress I wore to the party the other night ok?"  

"No, it is not ok, because, I bought you a present." 

Margo held out a garment bag while smiling broadly at his pretty boyfriend.  Chris pulled the zipper down to reveal a beautiful summer dress. 

It was primarily green but had a print of large, white flowers (hydrangeas, he would later learn) and leaves.  

"Wow. It's so pretty and so, festive!"  I know, right?" Grinned Margo. 

"Try it on!"  Chris pulled his 'twin' dress over his head and, excitedly, stepped into Margo's gift. 

It fit perfectly. It had a fitted top with a smocked back that held the front, bustier-style bodice in place, as did the one-and-a-half-inch straps on his shoulders. 

The A-line skirt had many, casual pleats that allowed it to poof out from his natural hips. The hem had a ruffle that bounced and flounced with each exited step that he took. 

"Do you like it?" 

"I love it!" Chris shrieked girlishly. "It's so pretty." 

"Whew!" Margo's faked concern amused Chris and he gave her a thank you hug and kiss. "It's a Dolce and Gabbana designer dress. The moment I saw it, I wanted to see you in it. It costs a pretty penny, but my girl deserves the very best!" 

 He leaned back in her hug and gave her a flirtatious grin, "Aww, you spoil me."  Margo took his shoulders and turned him towards his room, gave him a soft slap on the rear, and said, "Go get ready, woman. I need to get pretty, too. Willie will be here to pick us up in an hour."  

As he skipped to his room, enjoying the way his skirt moved, he smiled back to Margo, "Poor Uncle Willie. I feel bad having him just sitting and waiting while we eat. Can he join us?"  Margo laughed, "I offered. 

He said, 'no.' We're not just eating, we're dancing to a live band - not a line-dance band, but a real band that plays real dance music like grown-up music. Willie says he'll pick us up again at 11:30 so I can get Cinderella home before midnight."  

"That's sweet," Chris called from his room. 

 "Yeah, 'sweet.' Originally, I said to pick us up at 1:00, but 'Sweet Uncle Willie' said that you're only seventeen and that you had been out late last night, so you needed to be in by midnight, tonight. So, 11:30 it is!"   

Forty-five minutes later, when Margo came back into the common room, she found Chris spinning in circles, admiring the way the flowered, full skirt of his dress filled out with air when he spun. She giggled a little, but it was enough to catch Chris by surprise. He stopped quickly with a shy, embarrassed grin.  

"Oops," he said, "I didn't know you were there. I was just..." he laughed.  Margo was very pleased with Chris's look. He'd used a large-barrel curling iron on his hair to give the back lots of fullness. 

The front was pulled back into a silver, metallic headband making the fluffy back look even more attractive. His makeup was simple, young, and pretty with soft eyes and pretty, pink lips and he wore a small, silver medallion and a simple, silver chain on his wrist. It was all understated and perfect.  

"That's ok, baby," Margo joined in his laughter. 

"Enjoy your dress. All little girls love to feel how their dresses swirl around them. You weren't able to enjoy it when you were little. Enjoy it, now."  

As bright and playful as Chris's dress was, Margo's was a stretchy, lacy, knee-length, form-hugging design that showed off every one of her soft, feminine curves. It was navy blue, nearly black, with a top that covered her shoulders, plummeted to her cleavage, and displayed her breasts beautifully. 

The skirt of the dress was tighter than any dress Chris had ever seen her wear before and had a slit on the right leg, allowing her to be able to walk and showing the perfect curves of her lower body. Her shoes were tall-heeled and primarily comprised of small, shiny straps. 

Her toe nails, fingernails, and lips were all painted the same shade of deep red and her earrings matched those perfectly.  In short, Margo was as perfect an image of womanhood as Chris was a perfect image of girlhood.  As they hugged, Chris whispered, "You're beautiful."  

"You're adorable," Margo whispered back. "I never thought I'd be in love with such a pretty little boy."  

He smiled as he snuggled into her shoulders. "I've loved you for years," Chris confessed. 

"Look at you. How could I not?"  

They kissed and Margo's hands wandered from Chris's hips to his soft, yet firm, breasts. When she swept a finger below their round protrusion, he gave a quick and excited intake of breath. That encouraged Margo to be a bit more aggressive. 

Soon, Chris was so excited that his eyes rolled to the top of his head and his head rolled backward offering his exposed neck and shoulders to Margo.  

Suddenly, Margo pulled her head up and gave a frustrated sigh. 

"No, no. Not right now. We need to get going." 

She gave him one more deep kiss and caressed the back of his dress.  When they separated, she took in a deep breath as she turned to a mirror to check her makeup. 

When she finished, she turned to grab her clutch as Chris checked his lips.  She came up behind him and smiled as she watched him primp and prepare for her. 

'How can I be this lucky?' she thought as her eyes wandered from his head to his feet.  When Chris turned away from the mirror she said, "Before we go, baby, why don't you put on your sandals? They'll look prettier with that dress." 

Chris smiled, "Well, either I can wear these, or we can stop on the way for a new pair of sandals." 

 "What happened to the ones you bought the other day?" 

"I traded them for a pair of Old Navy flip-flops." 

Chris's grin indicated that he found this very funny.  

"What!? Those were expensive!"  

"Yup, they were, but I can buy more. Let's go."  

 The black limousine, Uncle Willie had insisted that, since this was a date, a limousine was required, pulled to the entrance of an elegant, yet understated at least by Nashville standards building with a green awning with gold trim and a green carpet beneath it. 

The doorman opened the rear passenger door and offered his hand to Margo, who took it and seemed to emerge from the car with the grace of a queen.  Willie opened the rear driver's side door and helped Chris out. He hugged him before letting him move on. 

"You get more and more beautiful every time I see you, young lady. How is that possible?" 

Chris smiled, "I don't think it is, Uncle Willie. You're just a very sweet man who likes to say things that make me feel good. 

Thank you for stopping at the shoe store on the way. I appreciate it."  

Willie laughed. "I'm betting that your needing shoes has something to do with Jojo having a new pair of expensive shoes. What do you think? Your Auntie Sophie suspected that they came from you."  

Chris kissed the older man's cheek. His smile could not have been broader. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about."  

Willie smiled and shook his head. He looked to the sky, "Lord, what am I going to do with this child!?"  Then he smiled back at Chris and offered him his arm. When they reached Margo, she took Chris's arm and thanked Willie.  

"You are very welcome, Ms. Margo. Take good care of my favorite niece, now! I'll be back at 11:30 and I better not smell alcohol, tobacco, or marijuana on her breath. You understand me?" 

His words were harsh, but his smile indicated that he was being funny.  "Don't worry, sir," Margo said as if she was a boy talking to the father of his prom date, "I'll get her home safe and sound."  

Willie smiled and kissed both of his passengers on their soft cheeks. Then he pointed at Margo, "See to it. I'll be out here at 11:30. Don't make me come in there after you." He winked and went back to his limousine.   

As they entered the dinner club, both realized that this was a very fancy place. 

"This looks pretty fancy," Chris whispered. "I don't see a any other people our age."  

"There's a girl, over there. She can't be more than twenty-one."  "She's with her parents."  

"Well," Margo smiled, "most people our age can't afford a place like this. We can. Let's enjoy it."  

The maitre'd, who wore a black tuxedo with a tail-coat, walked them to a table next to the dance floor where two waiters, each in a tuxedo with short, white jackets, held out a chair for each of them. 

When they were seated, the waiters pushed their chairs in for them, then stepped back while another waiter, this one in a standard, black tuxedo, came forward and said, "Good evening, ladies. 

May I offer you a glass of wine before your meals?" 

Chris smiled and giggled, "Umm, no thank you. I'm old enough to drink wine."  

"As you wish, miss," he smiled and turned to Margo, "and for you, miss?"  Margo smiled and said, "Not at the moment, thank you, but could we have some mineral water and, perhaps, some sweet tea?" 

"Of course, miss, and..." one of the white-coated waiters produced two menus, seemingly from nowhere, "...here are tonight's selections. The orchestra will be starting in a few minutes. If you need anything, my name is Maurice."  He stepped away from them and disappeared into the semi-darkness of the club leaving Chris and Margo to read their menus. Seconds later, the two white-coated waiters appeared again and placed cold glasses of sweet tea and a bottle of 

Perrier on their table. When a younger waiter in a black vest, bow tie, and shirt sleeves appeared with a selection of cheeses and bread, each of the white coats took a napkin, shook it, and placed it onto the laps of Chris and Margo. Then, they all disappeared, again.  

They both smiled and shook their heads. 

"Fancy, huh?" Margo laughed.  

Chris raised his eyebrows in amazement at the precision of the waiters. 

 "There are no prices on this menu. I don't know what anything costs." 

 "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, sweetie. 

You take care of business in the band. I'll take care of this. Remember  I spoil you."  Chris smiled some more and tried to figure out how any of the fancy food described in the menu would taste. 

 As they indulged in the cheeses that were on the tray, they were reading a small card that explained the farm and breed of animal that contributed to each cheese. Up until that moment, neither had ever had any cheese that wasn't processed and sliced for sandwiches. This was all amazing.  

As the band started playing, a nine-piece group with three singers, two girls, and a guy, began to perform while the young lovers ate their salads. Not the typical iceberg lettuce with a thick, oily dressing, but a delicious assortment of delicate greens with a light topping of grated cheese and spices.  

"Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have" the male singer crooned. 

"Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have"  Chris joined in, singing quietly across the table to Margo, "If I made you feel second best Girl, I'm sorry I was blind  You were always on my mind You were always on my mind."  

Margo smiled and said, "I like, your voice better than Willie Nelson's."  

Chris smiled and flirted back at her. 

"I don't sing better than Elvis, though and that was an Elvis song years before it was a Willie Nelson song."  

She raised her tea glass in a toast and said, "Touché. I stand corrected."  

Their main courses were served as one of the female singers sang, "Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely I'm crazy. Crazy for feeling so blue."  Margot had a grilled tilapia with a sauce that she'd never tasted, but that excited her tastebuds to no end.  

Chris had duck prepared in three different ways. It, too, was like nothing he'd ever tasted before.  

The dance floor began to fill with happy, romantic couples as they pushed their plates aside and the band sang, "Don't know when I've been so blue Don't know what's come over you 

You've found someone new And don't it make my brown eyes blue."  At this point, they had been in the restaurant for nearly two-and-a-half hours. They were pleasantly full and coffee and dessert were yet to be served.  

"Want to dance?" Margo asked  

"No," Chris shook his head. 

"That would look kind of weird."  

She laughed, "Why? Look at the dance floor." 

 When he did, Chris noticed that, although most of the couples were men and women, a good-sized sampling of the people were same-sex couples. Well-dressed men and women, but dancing with partners of their own sexes.  

"I asked Allan if there was a place where same-sex couples would be comfortable dancing. He recommended this place. He said that it was not a 'gay' club, but a place where affluent, free-thinking people came to relax. Perfect, right!? Come on. Let's dance."  

Just as they reached the floor, the singer sang the final strains of that old Crystal Gale sang, "Don't it make my brown eyes Don't it make my brown eyes Don't it make my brown eyes blue."  

Everyone applauded politely. 

"They really are very good," Chris said to Margo. 

"I love to play covers, but I don't think I could ever sound as much like the original artists as they do.  

Margo nodded in agreement.  Then, the quiet arpeggios of Dolly Parton's most beautiful song began playing, "If I should stay I would only be in your way So, I'll go, but I know I'll think of you each step on my way"  

As the song began, Chris put his hands in the traditional position for a woman who was ballroom dancing the way that Garth Brooks had shown him a few days earlier but Margo took his hands and put them both on her shoulders, pulled him into her and, resting his head on her shoulder and began to sway softly, intimately, gently.  

Their breasts pressed together, Margo's higher than Chris's and his just below hers.

 As they and the other dancers moved about the dance floor, her hands drifted slowly from Chris's lower back to his upper rear end and she pulled him even closer so that their hips were pressed against each other. 

He was glad that, due to the fullness of his dress's skirt, he had chosen not to wear a gaff tonight, but, instead, had chosen a silky pair of high-waisted panties. As they swayed together, he felt his penis start to wake up in its feminine surroundings. 

He could feel it swelling against Margo's tight, lace-covered thigh. He leaned his head back just a little so that he could look up at her beautiful face and her smile told him that she could feel it, too.  

As they stared into each other's eyes, they both sang quietly, "And I will always love you I will always love you"  

As the second verse began, Chris smiled and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

 Margo's perfectly painted, red lips smiled and her eyes closed slightly as she accepted the compliment. She smiled and said, "That's only because you can't see yourself. There is no question in my mind; you are the prettiest thing in this room right now."  

As if on cue, the second refrain came around and the sang quietly to each other, "And I will always love you I will always love you."  

When the song ended, they kissed deeply while the rest of the audience applauded. Then, they returned to their table while they continued to stare into each other's eyes.  

There were more dances and kisses, coffee so smooth and delicate that it tasted like warmed up, high-end ice cream, and a crème brûlée for two that made them sigh with satisfaction.  

As 11:30 approached, Margo waved to Maurice to bring the bill, but when he approached, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Your bill has been taken care of."  The double take that Margo took was as confused as it was sincere. 

"Taken care of? By whom?"  

Maurice smiled and nodded towards two middle-aged men sitting at a table on the other side of the dance floor. 

"Mr. Francis and Mr LaFontaine paid your expenses this evening"  

Margo eyed them with a bit of suspicion but waved her hand in a gesture of thanks. She turned to Maurice and said, "Please thank the gentlemen for us."  

Again, Maurice smiled, "No need, miss. 

They are coming over, now."  Margo's head spun towards where the men had been sitting, but they were only a step or two away from them, now. 

Chris, who had been unaware of anything looked up, startled, as the larger of the two men, both of whom were wearing conservative, dark suits, white shirts, and muted ties, said, "Good evening, ladies. 

We didn't want to intrude, but we just wanted to say hello before you leave." 

 Each man extended a hand. When Margo and Chris received the hands, assuming they were shaking them, the men helped them to their feet and kissed the backs of their hands, not letting go.  

Chris was awash with feelings of feminine vulnerability, but Margo was more cautious. 

"Umm, gentlemen," she began, "my friend and I..."  

"Friend?" The smaller man giggled. 

"We have been watching you all night. You certainly didn't look like just friends."  

Margo's hackles were rising. 

This was getting a little creepy. Just as she was about to ask the men to leave them alone, the taller man spoke again, "Allow me to introduce us. I am Paul LaFontaine and this is my husband, Bill Francis. We own this club and we have seldom seen a more beautiful couple in here before." 

 "You, you own this club?" Margo stuttered. 

"I thought, well. I thought that I'm sorry, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Margo and this is..."  

The smaller man interrupted, "This must be the charming Miss Christine that Allan Bennett raved about when he called earlier. We are so looking forward to hearing you sing someday, Miss Chris." He kissed his hand again.  Chris gave an appreciative and genuine smile.

 "Well, thank you, sir. And thank you for everything, tonight."  The taller man smiled at both of them, "You're very welcome, but that's not the only reason we interrupted you."  

"No," said the smaller man. You see we also own the William Paul Boutique and, unless I am very mistaken, this lovely Dolce and Gabbana dress was purchased there. Am I right?"  

Chris shrugged the question over to Margo who was still recovering from what she had been sure was an attempted pickup by these older men. 

"Yes! Yes. I was there earlier and bought both of these dresses there."  The taller man smiled and said, "We thought so. You know, when that dress came in, Bill fell in love with it, but I thought it may be too garish for our boutique. Thank God I was wrong."

 He looked at Chris and his dress and sighed, "Little lady, I'm sure that you have heard this every day of your young life, but you are just beautiful, and in that dress, you are a vision. Simply a vision."  Chris beamed with appreciation. 

"Well, thank you, sir. You're very kind."  

"Come," the man continued. "We will escort you to your car." 

 It was exactly 11:30 as they exited the club and Willy was standing by the limousine waiting. 

"Willy!" called out the man named Paul. 

"So good to see you! Are you chaperoning these young ladies, tonight?"  

"How are you, Paul?" Willy smiled as he shook the man's hand. 

"Bill?" Bill gave Willy a hug and a peck on the cheek.  

"Willy. I miss you and Sophie. You have to come back to the club."  

Willy smiled. "We miss you, too. Lots going on right now, though. 

Once we get Jojo off to college, we'll be back. And, yes, I am escorting these young ladies this evening. I hope that they were no trouble."  

Everyone laughed. 

"No trouble at all," Paul said. 

"They were the belles of the evening. Thank you for coming, girls, and please, please come again."  

It took another three or four minutes to wrap up the thank yous and goodbyes before the limo was able to pull away from the club.