Eventually, Candice and Karl untangled themselves and rose from the floor. Karl left the room to allow his buddy some privacy to strip off his costume and don his street clothes.
"I better be getting home," he said to Karl in his regular voice as he headed toward the door.
Karl only grunted a response and he hit the button to raise to door to their building and allow him to pull his car out, nothing else was said.
As Tyler drove home he ignored the slight burning in his butt as his mind was awash with questions.
"What have I done?" he asked out loud.
"You know very well what you've done. You allowed your best friend to fuck you," the female voice in his head answered.
"I could have said no," he said out loud.
"Quit whining," the voice said. "You wanted it just as bad as he did."
One safely behind the closed doors of his apartment he carefully removed his wig and makeup and then stripped off his clothing and headed toward the bathroom where he stepped into the shower. The hot cascading water removed what was left of her makeup and Candice vanished and Tyler reappeared.
Wrapped in a towel he headed to the kitchen and poured himself a health shot of Jack Daniels in a rocks glass to which he added ice cubes and a splash of Coke. He took a seat and took a long sip.
"He didn't even say goodbye, hell he wouldn't even look at me," Tyler said aloud.
Tyler wondered if that was how those born females felt after giving their pussy to a boyfriend and he leaves without so much as a goodbye.
"He was probably processing all that happened, it's a lot to think about," his inner female stated.
Tyler quit questioning himself and went to bed, where he dreamed about Karl fucking him in the ass. He woke Sunday morning and proceeded to push himself through his workout regime. This was a necessity if he wished to keep his body firm. There was no call from Karl all day and Tyler began to feel depressed.
The new work week started and Tyler buried himself in his assignment, he didn't even respond when his attractive co-workers flirted with him, he was busy thinking about his friend and all that had happened. Tyler finally received a call from Karl on Thursday informing him of a gig on Saturday.
"There would be no need for rehearsal as it is a repeat of the first show of the season," he was told. Karl was curt on the phone and there was no warmth in his voice that was usually there when they spoke.
"So that's it?" he questioned himself. "I give him my butt cherry and now he won't speak to me."
"Relax," the voice told him.
Saturday afternoon was drawing to a close as Tyler took a seat at his makeup table to begin the long process of becoming Candice again. Once completed and he was satisfied with his appearance he went to the dresser to don his lingerie when the voice stopped him.
"Let's change things up," it said.
An hour later he arrived at the warehouse and Karl buzzed him in. As he helped Karl load the truck there was no conversation and Tyler was depressed. He headed to the back room, where he stripped off his street clothes and donned his costume. He then put on a pair of baggy sweat pants and hoodie to protect his pretty costume as he was informed that they would have to unload the truck themselves and he didn't want to risk getting it dirty or torn.
Tyler kept the sweats on until Karl took the stage. He then stripped them off until he received his cue to enter and assist Karl. When Candice entered from the wing Karl's eyes went wide for just a second as Candice had redone part of her costume. She had forgone the fishnets in favor of thigh-high nylons stockings.
Karl stole glances at her legs as she moved around the stage. The flash of her smooth thighs between her hemline and the tops of her nylons got him very excited and he had to concentrate on what he was doing and not on his assistant's legs.
The show was another success and afterward, as Karl chatted with those that had booked him, Candice donned her sweats and began to pack up the equipment. Karl soon appeared and assisted in loading the truck and they departed for home, once again, nothing was said.
The truck was backed into the building and unloaded and when they were finished Tyler headed to the backroom to remove his sweats and costume and don his street clothes. Once again, just as Candice started to remove her costume, she saw that Karl appeared in the room and approached her from behind.
"You changed your costume," he stated.
"Yes, did you like it?" Candice asked.
"I love it," Karl responded.
"It would have been nice to hear that," Candice responded with the tiniest hint of aggravation in her voice.
But Karl was silent.
"Nothing to say?" she asked, still with the hint of aggravation in her voice.
"I have plenty to say, I just don't know how to say it," Karl responded.
"Just say it," Candice responded in a calm voice and took a half step closer.
"How do I tell you how sexy you look and how you make me feel? How do I tell you that you were the best fuck of my life, even better than Wendy? How do I tell my best friend that I wanted him to stay so I could fuck him again?" Karl said in one non-stop sentence.
When he stopped talking Candice closed the gap between them and pressed her firm breasts against his chest. She wound her arms around Karl and placed her lips on his and what followed was a brief but passionate kiss.
"But I'm not your buddy, I'm your assistant Candice and I want you just as bad as you want me," she said softly.
"Now, let me take control," the inner voice said.
Candice released Karl and dropped to her knees, where she slowly unbuckled his belt and slid his tux trousers down his legs. When they reached his ankles she removed his glossy black loafers and then removed his trousers taking his socks with them and tossed them aside. Her hands went to his waist and she slowly drew down his boxer briefs causing his hard cock to jump from its prison.