Fifteen Years Later
Addison rolled his eyes as another customer gushed on and on about Lyle Prince. It had been continuous, non-stop gossip all day long on the, admittedly hot, (or so he'd heard) local celebrity. It came out recently that the twenty-five year old player was given an ultimatum by his parents.
His dad wanted to retire and was planning to hand his big fancy company over to his son. If and only if the guy got married.
And Lyle wanted the family business. Apparently his parents had set up an arranged marriage to some trophy from a fellow business partner. And Lyle Prince hated her. Thought she was pretty but extremely vapid. So he struck a deal with his beloved patents. They would give him until the annual masquerade they hosted in March to find a person of his choice or he'd marry the girl of their choice who had absolutely nothing going on upstairs.
This caused a frenzy, Addison imagined similar to the search for a golden ticket. All the young girls wanted him to pick them and, hey, some of the boys too. (it was a popular rumor that Lyle Prince was a lover of beauty more so than a specific gender). And absolutely every mother of a girl 18-32 was trying to get Lyle Prince to notice their child.
Even Addison's stepmother was trying. Trying a little too hard, if you asked him. She paraded Marissa around to any events that were rumored to have the rich young man and was constantly pushing Marissa bosom first into him.
No wonder the man hid from the cameras. That's right, Lyle Prince was camera shy. Not a single tabloid ever boasted his picture. And since that's where Addison got his news, he didn't even know what the man looked like. He actually felt kind of bad for the guy. And then he sighed remembering his own unhappy life.
Things had changed dramatically since Addison's father died. His stepmom decided she hated him when it was revealed that his father's small fortune was left entirely to Addison. He was supposed to get access to it when he turned eighteen but somehow she had managed to keep the money from him. Which was making it really hard for him to go to college.
Straight out of high school Addison got a low paying job as a cashier. He worked there steadily for two years before applying to college. He got in and received grants that significantly lowered the cost of his tuition. Even so, when he was twenty-one he got a second job as a waiter in a gay bar on the west side of town because being a cashier wasn't exactly covering his student expenses.
He liked working in the bar well enough when the customers kept their damn hands to themselves. And it helped pay for his books and music supplies.
Addison was going to school to be a music teacher. His true passion was in performance and composing music, and he even got a few of his simple melodies turned into jingles. Honestly, composing was what he truly wanted to do, but he figured teaching was something he could do while composing and even performing.
Addison was cleaning his belt when a loud booming voice behind him made him jump, "Hey Addi," Ah yes, Eva, his big breasted pixie of a friend.
He set his towel down and asked pleasantly, "Eva, wanna die?"
"That's okay, I'm partial to living," she sat on his belt. "So... did you hear about-"
"Don't say anything about Lyle Prince. I'm so sick of hearing about that guy," he cut off quickly feeling a little bad about his interruption because of the wounded puppy dog face Eva was sporting like a pro.
"No Eva, don't give me that look. I've learned the guy's whole life story five times over. I could tell you so much pointless stuff about him. And I just don't really understand what the big deal is."
"Have you seen the man?" Eva thought that was enough of a reason. And if that didn't do, his bank account didn't hurt.
"Nope," Addison answered popping the P.
"How have you not seen him?" she asked incredulously.
Addison just gave her a pointed look. "You know why I've never seen him," he said darkly.
That had been a tactless question because she did know that Addison's home life wasn't exactly okay. "Oh, okay. Well," and just like that she was happy and bubbly again, "are you still coming to the university Halloween party tonight? I need my costume buddy."
Addison sighed parties weren't really his thing. Especially Halloween parties. In his opinion they were excuses to sully Disney princesses and dress exceptionally slutty. And if Addison knew anything about the costumes Eva picked it was that, unfortunately, he'd be in the slut group with her tonight. She had mentioned wanting to go as a school girl and was forcing Addi to dress as one also.
"Yeah Eva, I'll come. Is my outfit at your house?"
"Did you ever pick it up?" Eva fired back.
"No," he didn't realize he was supposed to 'pick it up.'
She gave him a satisfied look, "I'll see you after your shift," she waved and bounded out of the store throwing him a kiss when she reached the door.
Five hours and one agonizing headache later Addison was in Eva's room getting ready for the party.
She handed him the outfit and looked at him sternly. "Did you shave your legs?"
"Yes," he hissed and went to get changed.
And, yeah, it was definitely slutty. A pleated skirt that barely covered his ass. Fishnte stockings, a red lacy bra complete with generous padding that stuck out of the white shirt that barely covered anything up top. Eva had also been nice enough to buy him some hair extensions. Last time he wore those things was a drag night at the bar. He quickly lipped them on and then opened the door to let his friend in.
"Shit!" she cursed.
"What?" he asked confused.
"I hate it when guys are prettier than me," Eva pouted. She then proceeded to do his makeup. "You know, you'd think you'd be better at this since you dress in drag on a regular basis." Addison just snorted out a laugh as she put some eyeliner and mascara on his eyes, going for a smoky look, and then put bright red lipstick on his pouty lips.
"I've got one more addition to your outfit," Eva said sneakily.
Addison didn't like the devilish look on her face one bit. Whatever she had gotten him, he probably wouldn't like.
Yup... he decided as she showed him the addition, he definitely didn't like it. "Eva, in case you haven't noticed, I'm six foot two, I don't need six inch heels!"
His friend smiled evilly. "Every slut needs a good pair of ass enhancers."
And the more Addison thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't argue with Eva on that one. He begrudgingly took the cherry red heels from her and slipped them on his feet. "Where did you even find men's size twelve heels?"
"You can find anything on Amazon," she answered sagely.
A few minutes later the friends stood in Eva's common area in their costumes.
"Ready to go?" Eva asked.
Addison bet if she was a puppy she would have peed from excitement. He rolled his eyes, "Oh yes, I can't wait to go awkwardly stand in a corner and have guys hit on me for the next couple of hours." Note the sarcasm.
~ARC~
This party was freaking wild. And full of people throwing themselves at him. Lyle was still trying to figure out how he got into what was supposed to be a university student on party but he wasn't complaining.
"Lyle," a feminine voice whined. He turned to see a cat girl practically attacking him with her tits. "Oh my gawd, you're dressed as Batman, I'm dressed as Cat Woman. It's like it was meant to be," the girl gushed.
Who the hell even was she? He pushed her to arms length, "Yeah... no." And then he heard a commotion from across the room.
There was some hot young stud bothering a very sexy school girl who was being quite vocal about wanting the man to leave. Lyle started to walk toward the arguing pair forgetting all about the titty cat next to him.
"Where are you going?" se demanded.
He squared his shoulders, "to earn this cape," he strode over to help the school girl out.
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