David to Dee

The movie opened with an odd camera angle on a woman's heels. As it panned upward, the camera showed a very feminine, large-breasted woman, in full Domme regalia, wearing a huge strap on dildo, talking on the phone. The camera panned back even further to show another figure tied over a bar stool. A few moments later, it proved to be a she male, her ass gleaming with lubricant.

Just then the phone rang, startling Dave into spilling his wine onto his false breasts.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, reaching for the phone. "Hello!"

"Oh my!" It was Gina."Am I interrupting something important?"

"Oh! No, sorry. You just scared me into spilling my drink."

"Why don't you come over and fuck my little slut?" said the woman in the movie.

"Ack!" Dave hit the remote just a second too late to mute the movie.

"What was that? Do you have company, Dave?"

"No, why?" He sounded so nervous!

"Did I just hear a woman tell me to come fuck you?"

"What? No...um...uh...so what...er...how are you?"

"I'm fine, or I was," Gina nearly sobbed. "What's going on, Dave? I know what I heard!"

"No. It was a thing on the TV."

"I'm coming over, Dave. I really want to talk...tonight." She hung up on him.

Dave was frantic. He gathered up all the movies, grabbed the lube and dildo, and tripped over his heels trying to get to the closet.

He hadn't noticed the caller ID. Had she called him from her cell phone? She could be in the parking garage!

He kicked off the heels, grabbed everything he had carried and stuffed it all into the back panel of the closet. Struggling with the bustier, he finally got it off, dropped the huge falsies, gathered them back up, stuffed them in the secret compartment. He nearly had the stockings rolled down when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck!"

He'd torn a big hole in the left stocking, so he ripped off the right as well, and threw them both into the back panel of the closet. Then he grabbed his robe, and shrugged it on as he went to the door.