Chapter #9Hostess for a night by: Unknown “A table for two? Yes... I see you have a res-a-va-tion. This way. Sir, madam.”
Half an hour into service and you love your new role. Your heels click across the hard floor of the restaurant, a smile teased out of your perfectly pouting lips. You are Angelica Maria Baggio. It says so on your driving license. You look like her, smell like her, sound like her. Is that all identity is?
You've been pretending to be her for the past couple of hours. You started off reading her diary, getting to understand her mindset as you smoked her cigarette. That didn't last long: you're a guy in a hot woman's body, after all. It was only a matter of time before you slipped off her clothes (yes, the ones that took you five minutes to don the first time) and became intimately acquainted with your new skin. And, once you had experienced what this incredible body had to offer, you stayed up in her room, staring into the dresser, practising every facial expression your mask could make. It was a full hour before you had cleaned yourself up, donned her clothes again, and headed downstairs, ready to temporarily take over her life.
Nobody questioned who you were or where you had been. Nobody seemed bothered when you insisted on talking only in English. As for running a restaurant, so far it's been surprisingly easy. You direct people to tables – the real Angelica has already assigned each table to a booking – and let the waiters handle the rest. You charm the customers a little, make a few jokes, hurry a few waiters. It's a pretty easy role to play.
You bow as you seat the couple, give them one last dazzling smile with your perfect teeth, and head back to the front of the restaurant to plan your next move.
At first, you had no idea what Jessica was planning. In fact, you thought you may have got it wrong: after all, she hadn't given you a reservation time at Baggio's. What if that had been a clue she was going to the gig? But then the first candidate arrived, and you had barely been able to hide your arousal under the mask of Angelica's warm, professional face.
Candidate number 1: Hannah Wellington, the statuesque anchor for a local TV station who lives next to Trish, with her lush, brunette locks falling around a curvy bombshell body. You've been in love with her for years. Jessica knows all about your crush, and has even teased you mercilessly about it. If she was going to be anyone to 'reward' you in this fantasy game, Hannah would be the perfect candidate.
Ms Wellington arrived about half an hour ago, with a table booked for two, and has started on the antipasto. So far, nobody else has shown up. She seems to be clock-watching a little, occasionally checking her phone: it's the same make as Jessica's. She's also wearing a magnificent crimson gown, with a red rose pinned in her hair as a fascinator. So far you've only spoken to her briefly as you took her to her table, asking if anyone would be joining her. The answer was enigmatic: “I hope so”.
You were sure it was her. But then a second candidate walked in you just couldn't ignore. It was a woman who took your breath away: the veritable girl of your dreams. Jessica knew exactly what pushed your buttons – and this woman, in her late 20s, hair in a stylish, shaggy blonde cut, meets all the requirements. You felt Angelica's body tense as you spoke to her, and struggled to keep in character as she gave you her faux-fur coat to reveal a small, tight-fitting black sleeveless dress. On her arm: an ornate red rose tattoo.
You busy yourself as Angelica, before slipping outside to the alley, taking a cigarette break to think. The stunningly beautiful stranger is booked under “Walker”, and had introduced herself as “Monica”. If it was an alias, it's exactly the kind of joke Jessica would make. But does that mean Hannah Wellington is really here? It's an odd coincidence. And if Hannah is really Jessica, what are the chances of such a beauty turning up by accident?
You have no idea what to think now. But you're going to have to act. The two women won't wait around forever, and, if you're going to pretend to be the hostess and seduce your girlfriend, you'll have to start heading over there to comfort and console your choice. The only question is: which?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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