Under the Influence Part 2

 20/25

I am glad people are enjoying this one as I already have enough ideas for a sequel. Actually I have been having a lot more ideas for longer stories recently - even though I have been too busy to work on them.

Sorry but the picture is small for this one again

'When I wake-up, in my makeup...' The voice of Courtney Love thumped from inside the rock club and Brody thought about how bitterly desperate he was to remove the cosmetics from his own face. If he did indeed wake up like this he would likely cry until mascara streaked down his powdered cheeks. For now, however, he was grateful for the products Claire had caked to his face. They were the only thing protecting what little dignity he had left as he stood outside Ripped Gene's nightclub trying to get punters to go in.

“Not doing too well, are you?” his sister tutted at the full ticket-book clasped in his hand. She took step back to look him up and down. “Well, you certainly look the part.” Brody instinctively pulled the large heart-shaped handbag defensively in front of his body but Claire pushed it away to reveal the zippered leather top and short skirt combo he had been stuffed into. “Hmmm... maybe it was a mistake getting you to help me with my club promoting... Maybe I should just put those pictures on social media and enjoy the fallout...” She laughed at the sight of her brother's suddenly terror filled expression. “Okay, Sis, let me see you work. Maybe I can give you some pointers?”

Brody tried to force himself into action. As bad as this was, everyone he knew thinking he was some kind of pervert would be so much worse. At least he could wakeup from this. Composing himself, he tottered over on heeled boots to a group of girls smoking outside the bar next door and tried in earnest to persuade them to buy tickets. He returned two minutes later with his tail between his painfully waxed legs to his sister shaking her head.

“Well there's your problem,” she sighed, “you don't know your audience. Look..”she pushed his long blonde wig away from his breast forms to give him a bit more perk, “...you aren't a pussy magnet, Brody, you are the pussy. I might be a thirsty lesbian hot for a sweet little thing in leather, but most girls aren't. On the other hand, guys will buy tickets by the handful if they think the club is full of sexy minxes like you.” She glanced at a group of men getting out of a taxi and then back at Brody. “Guys are dumb.”

What choice did he have? Brody adjusted his skirt, paranoid that it may have ridden up again, and turned towards the men. A stinging swat landed right on the tight fabric stretched across his ass from his sister's palm. One of the guys saw him approaching and nudged his friends, a drunken smile cracking on his face.

“Is there more like you inside?” he winked, playing with the cash in his hand from paying the driver. He teased to offer it and then pulled it back. “Just in case there isn't...” he pointed to his cheek, “how about a welcome kiss?” Brody groaned as he watched the other men line up behind for their turn.