Don't Tell My Husband

Part 2

Chapter 2

Callie awoke to the next day, just like all the others, alone. Turning her head to the right, she took in the blue New York sky. She marveled at the architecture of the historical monuments, magnificent buildings, and countless dazzling skyscrapers. New York was this urban jungle that had everything to offer.

It was time to join the rest of the world below. Maybe then, she could forget herself if for a little while. She knew that although her day would be filled doing the same routine, this day was different. Today was the start of something different, yet familiar. Something new, but also old, and she knew that she had to begin that transformation now because it was someone she hadn't dared to be in a long time.

Would she even be willing to come out of her long confinement? When Callie first worked on the line in college, she'd created an alter ego she named, Tempest, to help her get through each call. Part of her was unsure if she would be able to become that other person after keeping her dormant for so long. Well, one thing she understood was that she had to get her mind ready for the person she had to become tonight. From her choice of perfume to her panties and bra, to her makeup and her clothes,it would all be used to prepare her to become Tempest.

Callie's stomach was in knots. Just the thought of what she was about to do that night made her want to run to the toilet to throw up and that wasn't a good mix. She was sure that it wouldn't be sexy to alternate between throwing up and pretending to cum on the phone. Not sexy at all.

"Stop, it!" she shouted out loud to the fear that was mounting within her. "If I keep this up, nothing will change. I'll still be here rotting in this gilded prison. This job is eighty percent mental and twenty percent talent," she reminded herself.

Piling her curly hair on top of her head, it took at least thirty hairpins to turn her mane into a large bun perched on top. Normally, she would've put on more make-up to add more years to her look. She realized early on that in the circles that she socialized in that no one took her seriously because she looked years younger than her actual age. So, under Jared's advice, she chose colors, clothes, and makeup to keep that from happening. It was something Callie never really enjoyed doing.

"Shit! I have nothing to wear!" Sighing, she threw down yet another outfit. This time, shopping at Chico's and Banana Republic just wasn't paying off. She was in need of BeBe or something like the Body Shop that offered short, tight, and see-through. Even her jeans were of the boy cut style, loose, and non-form fitting over her thin hips and full butt.

She held up a black skirt and smiled. She never considered she would find herself getting happy over the black, cotton pencil skirt she had picked up from The Loft.

"Beggars can't be choosers," Callie said to herself, with a shrug as she stepped into the skirt.

Its not what you wear, but how you wear it, she reminded herself as she switched on the lights attached to the full-length mirror in her dressing room.

She opened the dresser that housed the thin material tank tops she usually wore around the apartment. After much debate, she decided on the heather gray number without a bra. She knew that the shirt was thin enough for the outline of her large nipples to be seen, but still be concealed. She didn't want to be offensive.

Gold, she thought. Oh, and animal print! Anything, animal print, she added as an afterthought.

Fifteen minutes later, she had polished off her outfit with gold and diamond large hoop earrings, a black leather, leopard trimmed hobo handbag, and leopard heels.