“What the hell is all that crap?!” Jill screeched upon seeing Ryan unloading the huge box from the back of their van. Brightly colored streamers were bursting from the top and Ryan was using his chin to stop a pile of bunny-ear headbands from falling to the floor. With a confused expression on his face, Ryan lowered the carton to the ground and Jill began to rummage through it. Together, the pair owned and ran a new and already struggling party hosting business and while they were supposed to be partners, having put up most of the investment money and the down payment on the company van, Jill was very much in charge. “What is all this?” She was pulling out items at random – plushy bunnies, paper plates, little yellow fluffy chicks, and dozens of small colorfully wrapped chocolate eggs.
“It's the stuff for Little Benny's party.” Ryan responded as if the answer was obvious. “You know, the Easter Jamboree. I just figured we were going with the standard egg hunt and party games and spent the budget accordingly. What's the big deal?”
“The big deal?!” Jill's mouth dropped open. “The big deal is 'Little Benny' is an ironic nickname. The big deal is Little Benny is a six foot five dude turning thirty this weekend and his friends are turning up here in two hours expecting us to have a surprise party for him, and my idiot partner has just spent our entire budget on baby chicks and chocolate eggs. I bet you haven't even booked a hostess, have you? Did you even read the booking form?”
“Well... hmmm...” Ryan blushed deep red and stammered sheepishly. He hadn't, of course, and was scanning the box of Easter knick-knacks for some inspiration. Finally, his eyes settled on a pair of the bunny ears and he raised them for Jill to see. “Well, I suppose you could wear these, and play the role of hostess?”
Needless to say, Jill did not play the role of hostess. That honor fell to the junior member of the partnership, Ryan. A hasty run to the store for some crates of beer had been enough to distract Little Benny's friends from the lack of an organised party – especially once the hot little bunny girl made her debut. Jill had sped home and returned with a satin corset and matching panties, as well as a blonde wig and her makeup box. She had been merciless in packing Ryan into the underwear, not so much showing him how to tuck as stuffing him into the knickers like a turkey. There was no effort spared when it came to shaping his body with the corset either and by the time it was firmly tied, Ryan could barely breathe. Makeup was then slathered on and by the time Jill was finished with him, he didn't even recognise himself.
“Oh, hostess!” Jill called coyly across the busy room to where Ryan had been trying to hide in a quiet corner. He had spent the last three hours serving beers, listening to drunk guys try to chat to him and dodging the odd wandering hand, and he just wanted the whole humiliating experience to be over. “We're about to sing Happy Birthday to Little Benny!” Ryan glanced to the table where the cake was waiting and braced himself for trying not to drop it while tottering across the room on six-inch heels. He adjusted the top of his corset to make sure the silicone padding was sitting naturally. “Oh no, I've got that.” Jill said. “I have promised the birthday boy that the beautiful hostess will sit on his lap while we sing!” Ryan paused – his stomach would have dropped were the corset not clenching it so tightly, and looked sideways to where Benny was sitting. He really was a mountain of a man – a wide grin on his face as he patted his thigh invitingly.
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