Masquerade
part 2/3
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: Lostiawen
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB, VM/SB
Summary: Dressing Orli up...
Archive: Mirrormere, Lirimaer, Aniron, More Than Mates. All others please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: cross-dressing, voyeurism, small amount of wanking.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Author´s notes: Yes, I know this was only supposed to be
two parts. ..however, Stephani was hoping that Sean could
have some fun, too, so I wrote him in.
Anyway, my Sean and Orli muses ran away with this part,
so I was forced to turned this into a three-parter, as
opposed to a two-parter. Argh!
I took a few liberties with Sean´s, Orli´s, and Viggo´s
schedules. And there´s a note or two that I tacked onto
the bottom of the fic because posting it up here
would be a spoiler.
Many thanks to Stephani, for suggesting that I let Sean
out to play, and much love to Elizabeth, who helped me
dress Orli and for making a comment that started this
fic rolling.
Posted Nov. 24, 2003.
Oct. 11th, 2002
Sean waited patiently at the airport; he smiled when he saw a familiar mop of curly brown hair. "Oi!" he shouted to get Orli´s attention.
"Sean!" Orli said. Knowing what was to come next, Sean held out his arms, catching the slender bundle of energy.
He laughed and kissed Orli on the cheek. "How was your flight?"
Orli said, "Far too fucking long. God, I *hate* being on aeroplanes for extended periods of time."
"That´s because you´re hyperactive," Sean teased.
Orli stuck his tongue out at him. As they went to fetch the luggage, Orli said quietly, "So tell me why Vig couldn´t make it? He didn´t give me many details when I called him from the plane."
"He had to go pick up some clothes for you. Apparently, one was a custom job and the shop closes right about now. He´s had a hell of a busy day today; plus, he had to drop Henry off with Exene, so he didn´t have any time to go earlier."
Orli grinned. "Not that I mind. I haven´t seen you for ages, mate."
Sean jibed, "You saw me not two weeks ago at dinner, you silly git. And didn´t we see each other a bit during your off hours?"
"Not that I had any," Orli said ruefully. "Hanging with you for twenty minutes here and there is just not enough for me. Not compared to how much time we spent together while we were in New Zealand." He nudged Sean in the arm. "If I ever decide to take a role again that finishes filming in a month, smack me upside the head."
"Enough with the long face. Tell me about your upcoming film," Sean replied. Orli beamed, chatting Sean´s ear off about the possibilities of working with Johnny Depp and Geoffrey Rush while they waited for his bags to appear on the carousel.
It took very little time before his suitcases appeared, and Sean plucked it from the rotating machinery. They walked out to the car park, and once they were relatively alone, Sean said, "I heard about the bet. You´re not going to chicken out on it, are you?"
"Nope," Orli said, beaming. "Besides, I´m wondering what kind of fantastic outfit Viggo picked out for me. He asked for a bunch of my measurements a couple of months ago, and I´m dying to see what he´s done with them."
He yawned at this point. Sean said, "You´re not going to be doing anything until we take care of that jet lag."
"Spoilsport," Orli grumbled, but Sean could see the dark circles under his eyes.
"Vig told me to get you into bed as soon as possible. He wants you fully alert for tomorrow."
Orli laughed. "I´ll have you know that I stopped working out last week so that I wouldn´t look too bulky in whatever frock Vig shoves me into."
"Didn´t you catch hell for it?"
"Nah. Most of my shots had me in sweats, so it didn´t show. But speaking of going in drag, can we pop by the chemists first? I´m almost out of shaving cream."
Sean´s eyes twinkled. "No need. Vig intends to personally do the hair removal."
Orli squeaked, "What? I thought I was doing it."
"Orli, you should know better than that by now. But don´t worry, I´ll be there to watch and keep you company," Sean said, patting him on the back.
"That is *not* reassuring," Orli said as they got into the car. "The two of you are complete sadists."
Sean´s only response was to grin evilly, causing Orli to shift uncomfortably in his seat.
****
Once they were at Viggo´s house, Orli´s adrenaline rush had worn off, and he was now yawning constantly. Sean noticed this and said, "Go in and get into bed. I´ll bring in your luggage and take care of it."
Orli nodded and stumbled inside. Sean grinned and pulled his suitcases out of the boot. He went into Viggo´s bedroom, eyes crinkling fondly when he saw that Orli had already stripped and was curled up under the covers of the king-sized bed. Orli had pulled everything up and wrapped it around his body, creating a tight little blanket-cocoon that made him look ridiculously young.
Sean couldn´t resist giving him a peck on the cheek. "Good night," he murmured, running his fingers through the dark curls.
Orlando smiled sweetly at him and turned his head. He sat up partially and kissed the tip of Sean´s nose, causing the blankets to fall away and reveal his chest. Sean felt his mouth go dry as his eyes roamed over the lean muscles.
"I missed being with you so bloody much," Orli said, his voice a little husky. His wide brown eyes looked searchingly into Sean´s, silently asking for more than friendly contact. Electricity traveled between them as they gazed at each other, their breaths hitching.
Sean broke the tension by kissing Orli again on the forehead and pulling up the covers. "Get some rest, you tosser, or Viggo will have my hide tomorrow." As he gently pushed Orli back down onto the mattress he added, "And no pouting."
"Wanker," Orli replied without heat. "Can you at least cuddle with me until I fall asleep?"
"I´m not sure if that´s a good idea right now," Sean replied, hoping that Orli wouldn´t be too disappointed. The three of them had been sleeping in the same bed ever since they had passed out together in NZ. However, Viggo was normally the one in the middle, and Sean wasn´t sure if he could keep his hands off Orli´s smooth skin.
Orli said, "You know I have trouble sleeping if someone´s not holding me. Being in Australia and England all by myself was bloody hell." The normally mellow voice shook slightly and Sean now saw the loneliness and vulnerability in Orli´s eyes.
Sean felt immensely guilty. He had purposefully avoided letting Orli crash at his place while he was filming " The Calcium Kid" because he knew that meant sharing the same bed. Orli had understood, but now Sean saw the toll that his decision had caused.
"Please?" Orli asked again, and the need in his dark gaze was heartbreaking. "I promise to behave."
Sean couldn´t bring himself to reject Orli´s request. "All right," he said. He removed everything except for his boxers before he climbed into the bed. He wrapped his arms around Orli´s firm body, pulling the slender form against him.
Orli smushed his face into Sean´s chest and let out a gusty sigh. "Better?" Sean asked.
"Mmmhmm," Orli murmured sleepily. Sean could feel the tension visibly draining from him, and he heard Orli´s breathing slow down. Soon, Orlando went limp in his arms, slumbering peacefully.
Sean ruffled his fingers through Orli´s hair again, kissing him tenderly on the head. He was sorely tempted to give in earlier, but he still needed some time. Sean was glad that Orli was being patient, although he was a bit worried over his mate´s insane work schedule.
He frowned. Tonight would probably be the last night that Orli could enjoy relative anonymity. Sean vaguely hoped that his blossoming fame wouldn´t impact their relationships, but he had been around enough to know better.
"We´ll always be here for you, love," he said quietly, cuddling Orli closer. "But I want to wait on the two of us until I see how you deal with being a star."
***
Everything was black around Orlando. He was floating in the cotton fog that existed between the dreaming and the waking world. He sighed, immersing himself in the peaceful emptiness.
A long, loud moan suddenly interrupted the silence. Intrigued, he drifted about, listening. He soon heard it again, the sound dripping with pure need and lust. Orlando quickly forced himself awake, eager to discover the source.
As his eyes fluttered open, the sight of Sean´s head thrown back against the pillows greeted him. Sean´s mouth was open partially as he panted, lids squeezed tightly shut as waves of ecstasy thrummed through his body. Orli´s cock immediately hardened and he looked down, grinning madly when he saw Viggo swallowing Sean´s hard shaft.
Sean made a choked noise and bucked, burying himself deep in Viggo´s throat. Viggo locked his gaze with Orli´s, the wicked gleam within those blue depths brimming with decadence.
Orli felt as if the air had become thick. His breath came in short gasps while he skimmed a hand down his torso. Reaching lower, he grabbed his hard cock, watching Viggo intently.
Viggo pulled back slowly, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked Sean´s length. He paused after he pulled off, slowly dipping his tongue in the slit, his smoky eyes drawing Orli in, trapping him in an erotic web.
Hypnotized, Orlando slowly began to stroke himself, watching as Viggo slowly circled his tongue around, covering every centimeter of the mushroom-shaped head until it glistened wetly, causing Sean to thrash underneath him.
Unable to keep himself quiet any longer, Orli whimpered. Sean´s eyes snapped open, and through a veil of hazy lust, he raked his eyes over Orli´s flushed face and body, licking his lips when he saw Orli tugging on his shaft.
Orli´s other hand immediately drifted down to his crotch, rolling the tender sacs gently as he languidly fisted his cock. Simultaneously, Viggo took the tip of Sean´s erection into his mouth, gently raking his teeth over it. Sean made a strangled noise, and Orli watched every expression flitting across Sean´s face as he came apart under Viggo´s ministrations.
"Vig...please!" Sean gasped.
Viggo gave the tip of Sean´s needy flesh one last lick before he swallowed him whole. Sean gurgled and bucked up, clutching the sheets, chanting Viggo´s name as he came hard.
Orli watched Sean´s ecstatic expression and began to increase the speed of his hand. He saw Viggo gulp down every bit of Sean´s release, his mouth still working until Sean flopped limply down onto the sheets.
Viggo gave Sean´s cock a tender kiss before he pounced on Orlando. Caught completely unawares, Orli froze, and before he knew it, Viggo was straddling him and pinning his arms above his head.
He began to struggle, but Viggo tilted his hips and ground his hard cock against Orli´s. Sparks shot through Orli´s body and he moaned sweetly as he felt the velvety skin rubbing against his own.
Viggo continued to rock his pelvis, rolling his hips and increasing the friction between them. Moisture from his cock seeped out onto Orli´s, causing their flesh to slide tantalizingly against each other.
Orli threw his head back and cried out, his body quivering on the edge of release. Sensing his need, Viggo ground into him hard, bending down to capture his lips.
Orli parted his mouth eagerly, sucking on Viggo´s tongue and tasting the faint traces of Sean on him. He scoured Viggo´s mouth thoroughly, images of Sean´s face on the throes of orgasm scattering through his mind, imagining himself in Viggo´s place, with Sean´s hard flesh pulsing in his mouth and down in his throat.
Viggo transferred his grip and reached down with his large hand to grasp both of their cocks, stroking rapidly. It was too much for Orli and he mewled, his body convulsing as he climaxed, spilling hotly between them. While he was still quaking, he heard Viggo cry out, roaring as he came.
Orli caught Viggo as he collapsed. He pulled his lover closer, and brushed aside the wet strands of blonde hair from his face.
Sean stretched over to kiss Orli lightly on the cheek while they were still drifting blissfully. "Sorry we woke you up," he murmured. "You were pretty out of it, and Vig was feeling pretty randy..."
Viggo snorted, "*I* was feeling randy? You were the one who suggested a nap, and then you kept fondling my dick."
"And you kept grinding your arse against me, you horny bugger," Sean said.
"God, and you call me immature," Orli said, laughing. He kissed Sean and Viggo briefly. "Don´t worry about it, that was an amazing sight to wake up to." He grinned when he saw Sean blushing.
Orli sighed and stretched his long legs. His brain finally caught up with the rest of his body, and he noticed that it was somewhat darker than when he first arrived. "Uh, what time is it?"
Viggo said, "It´s about 5pm on Saturday night."
Orli squeaked, "I slept *all* day?"
Sean kissed his forehead. "I´m not surprised, you´ve been running yourself ragged. And if I know you, you´ve probably not been getting much sleep."
"Not really," Orli said, running a hand through his messy curls. He grimaced at the wetness on his stomach. "Ugh, I need a shower in the worst way."
Viggo said, "So do I. Gotta clean up for tonight."
"Well, the shower won´t fit three, so I´ll wait for the two of you to finish," Sean added.
Viggo reached for some wet-naps and mopped up the stickiness pooled between Orlando and himself. "You need to shave first, elf boy," he said as he got up.
"Shit," Orli replied. "I forgot that I´m supposed to sport a goatee for ´Pirates´. I hope Gore doesn´t freak out when we start filming on Monday."
Sean smirked. "Tell him that you shaved it all off because you were a complete git and you couldn't remember that you had another role to prep for."
Orli blew a raspberry at Sean. "Wanker." He jumped out of bed and was about to rummage in his travel bag when Viggo said, "Sean already put your razors and shaving cream in the bathroom."
"Sean, I take back everything nasty that I just said about you," Orli beamed.
"You´ll change your tune by the time you´re dressed," Sean said mildly.
"Oh, we´ll see. I´m in a fantastic mood now," Orli replied, bouncing into the bathroom. He quickly applied a generous amount of shaving cream and used a safety razor to remove his five o´clock shadow.
He ran his hands over his face once he was done. "There, smooth as a newborn baby´s arse." He turned to look at Viggo, who had joined him. "So, how are we going to do my legs, Vig? Are you going to shave them in the shower?"
Viggo chuckled. "I´m waxing them, angel. I need you to sit somewhere."
Orli´s eyes bugged out. "Tell me you just didn´t say that."
Viggo didn´t reply. Instead, he produced a box of cold wax strips from a bag in the bathroom. Sean wandered in just in time to hear a small "eep" slip out of Orli´s mouth.
Sean said, "Looks like I arrived in time for the fun part."
Orli shot back, "Weren´t you going to wait until we were done with the shower?"
"And miss the evening´s entertainment?" Sean replied.
Orli sighed. "I knew that was a daft bet," he said as he clambered onto the cool marble counter. He eyed Viggo carefully. "I hope you know what you´re doing."
"You forget that I´ve been married for a while. I used to help Exene because she couldn´t reach certain spots," Viggo said.
Viggo removed a strip from the box and pulled it apart. He was grinning mischievously as he pressed the strip to Orli´s leg. Orli, however, failed to see the humor in the situation. He gripped the counter nervously, his fingers digging into the surface.
Sean said, "Don´t worry about screaming, I brought earplugs." He smiled when Orli shot him a poisonous glare.
"You´re right, Sean. I´m taking back my take back," Orli groused.
"And you´re mangling the English language," Sean replied.
"That´s because I´m bloody nervous," Orli said, his voice wavering slightly.
Viggo said, "Don´t worry, the first one is usually the worst. The others will be easier." He looked a little worried, Orli was trembling like a leaf and his breathing was a bit shallow. He petted Orli´s head, trying to soothe him. "But if it´s too much, we´ll stop after this one and shave the rest."
Orli said in a very small voice, "Okay." His eyes were as large as dinner plates and fear skittered in the brown depths.
"It´ll be all right," Viggo said, putting an arm across Orli´s lap. He quickly ripped the strip off, bracing himself to restrain a soon- to-be-rocketing-off-the-counter elf.
To his surprise, Orli didn´t even flinch. Stunned, Viggo felt his jaw dropping open.
"Gotcha," Orli said. The fear had disappeared from his face, replaced by an impish grin.
Sean said, "Christ! Why aren´t you screaming like a little girl?"
"I broke my sodding back, remember? This is nothing," Orli said casually.
"Damnit, and I was hoping that you´d out-shriek Billy," Sean grumbled, annoyed that Orli had fooled him so easily.
Orli said, "We could do your legs next..." Sean sputtered incoherently, causing Viggo to chuckle.
"You had me worried for a second," Viggo said as he applied another strip.
Orli almost bounced off the counter. "And it was great, man. You should have seen the expressions on your faces when I didn´t freak out. Am I a fantastic actor or what?"
"What," Sean said dryly. "Don´t let it go to your head, mate. I doubt they give knightships for Mimicking Fear at Impending Hair Removal."
Orli blew another raspberry at Sean. "And I´m brilliant, I tell you."
The friendly jibing continued as Viggo waxed Orli´s arms, legs, toes, and fingers. Once he was done, Orli said, "Um, is that it?"
Viggo fingered Orli´s pubic hair and husked, "No, I want you completely bare." He reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pair of clippers. "Hold still, elf boy. I can´t cut you with these, but they´ll pinch if you squirm too much."
Sean made a disappointed noise. "You´re not going to wax his bollocks?"
"That takes a little more skill than I possess," Viggo said. "And I couldn´t bring myself to go through with it. Even thinking about it now makes me wince."
Orli said, "So I get razor burn instead? I think I´ll deal with the waxing."
Viggo kissed him softly. "These won´t burn or chafe."
"If they do, I´m going to personally call you up while I´m in the Caribbean and whinge for every single second that I have to suffer," Orli warned.
"All right, that´s enough bitching out of you. Shut up and spread your legs," Viggo growled.
Orli smirked as he opened his thighs. While Viggo applied the first set of clippers, Orlando stared in fascination as the hair above his cock was trimmed to stubble. Viggo was using the lightest of touches, and the buzzing instrument left slight tingles as he ran it over Orli´s skin.
Once he was done, Viggo flicked off the switch and picked up the second shaver. It was a cylindrical one, and the top was a smooth dome covered by a small, extremely fine meshed grate. He ran it over the stubble in small circles, trimming it down until Orli could only see smooth flesh.
Viggo turned it off and then knelt down on the bathmat. "I need you to rest your hips on my thighs. It´ll be easier that way."
Orli said playfully, "Why do I think you´ve had practice with this before? Have you been shaving other blokes behind my back?" He looked as innocent and angelic as possible when Viggo glowered at him in response.
"If he´s being too stroppy, I can take over," Sean said helpfully.
Orli sputtered, "No way, man! My bollocks will look like a poodle with mange after you´re done butchering them."
Viggo sighed. "Orli, just get your ass down here. We still have to shower, make and eat dinner, take care of your hair, and then do your make-up." He glared at Sean. "And you´re not helping any. What the hell has gotten into you two? I´ve never seen you guys bitch so much at each other."
Sean said apologetically, "I´m sorry, love. I haven´t seen Orli for a while, so I had all this teasing saved up." Orlando nodded in agreement and tried to look innocent. Too innocent. Viggo sensed that something had happened between Sean and Orli, but he knew that they´d basically deny everything until they worked things out for themselves. Shrugging, he hoped that it wouldn´t get too out of hand before they returned to normal.
Sean kissed Viggo on the back of the neck, interrupting any further thoughts. "Make it up to you later?" he purred sensuously.
Viggo squirmed a bit and breathed, "Okay." Sean continued to nibble and lick his nape while Orli jumped off the countertop and flopped down on the mat. Orli then scooted upward, resting his arse on Viggo´s thighs.
Once Orli was in position, Sean pulled back. Orli closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down as he heard the clippers buzzing. Even though he trusted Viggo, he was still slightly nervous about having anything sharp near his most vulnerable area.
He felt the light brush of the clippers against the tender sacs and his breath hitched slightly. When no pinch occurred, he exhaled, relaxing with a sigh.
As Viggo continued, the brief touches against his sensitive skin started arousing him, and he moaned as Viggo skimmed the clippers over the inside of his thighs and down the cleft of his arse. He made a small noise in his throat as the shaver was applied, trimming off the stubble and electrifying his flesh as it glided smoothly over him. By the time Viggo was finished, Orli´s cock was fully erect.
Orli almost shot into the air when he felt Viggo´s hand stroking over his freshly shaved skin. "So soft..." Viggo purred throatily. He felt his bum being lowered to the ground and he cried out when he felt Viggo´s tongue brushing against his cock.
Viggo traced a hot swipe down his hard length and over his now-smooth bollocks. The wet path continued, sweeping over the skin just behind and stopping short of his entrance. Hot air wafted over the pink skin, causing Orlando to tremble in anticipation.
Orlando mewled when Viggo started licking him. His skin was still tingling from the recent denuding, and the slow circles being traced around the small pucker were driving him insane. He writhed, head tossing back and forth as he lost himself in the heated caresses.
Viggo explored him slowly, flickering against his entrance without breaching it. Frantically, Orli pushed down, demanding more, but Viggo turned a blind eye to his silent pleas.
Orli growled, "Fuck, stop teasing me." Moisture was welling out of the tip of his cock and he pushed his arse urgently towards Viggo again.
Viggo suddenly pulled back. "We´re running late, and you need to deal with your armpits, still. I´ll get you off at the end of the evening."
"You bastard! *That* wasn´t part of the bet," Orli pouted.
Sean said, "You should know by now that any bet with Vig gets modified as he sees fit, as long as it doesn´t violate the original agreement."
"I´m finding that out the hard way," Orli grumbled, shooting daggers at Viggo while he got up and turned on the taps for the shower.
***
"Holy shit!" Orli said as he looked in the mirror.
"Glad you approve of our handiwork," Viggo replied with a chuckle.
After dinner, Viggo and Sean had pooled their collective experience from both theater and their ex-wives to do Orli´s face and hair.
Viggo stood back and admired the results. Orli´s skin was now a pale alabaster; carefully applied eyeliner and mascara widened his expressive eyes and emphasized his dark lashes. Strategically placed blush highlighted his perfect cheekbones, and dark, plum-colored lipstick made his lips look full and pouty. A wig of shoulder-length, straight black hair framed his face, making it look more delicate and feminine. His fingers were tipped with artificial nails that were painted black.
But the transformation didn´t stop there. A black, short, scoop-necked silk blouse covered the bra that Orli was wearing. Silicone inserts filled out his non-existent cleavage, giving him a natural, rounded look. A very short miniskirt made out of slick black vinyl barely covered his ass and hugged it like a second skin. The skirt dipped slightly in the front, giving his hips more curvature.
"So, uh, am I done?" Orli said.
"Not yet," Viggo replied. He pulled a box out of the closet. "Sean told me that you wanted to know what I had custom made for you."
"Uh huh," Orli said, almost bouncing in excitement. He abruptly squawked when Viggo pulled out a black leather waist cincher. "Shit! Aren´t those things damn uncomfortable? There´s like, 3 million jokes in the ´Pirates´ script about how Elizabeth´s corset is bloody hell to wear."
Viggo said calmly, "That´s because she didn´t break it in gradually, and went straight to closing it too tightly. This doesn´t cinch up that much, just enough to give you a slight waist."
Orli sighed heavily. "All right, put it on me, Vig, but I´m going to scream bloody murder if I feel it squeezing my guts out."
Sean rolled his eyes. "Christ, aren´t you done whinging yet?" Orli was about to give Sean a comeback, but he noticed that Viggo was glaring at him. He sat down meekly instead, carefully examining the carpet.
Viggo undid the busk* and loosened up the laces. After positioning it on Orli, he carefully fastened the clasps and gently tugged on the laces, closing the cincher until Orli´s waist was reduced by two inches.
"How´s it feel?"
"I´m amazed. It´s actually pretty comfy," Orli said.
"Good," Viggo replied, tying the laces in a bow. "Now, let me get your footgear and then I have to get dressed."
"Um, Vig...could you hand me my thong? I´m assuming that since you didn´t give me any knickers, I was going to wear that underneath."
Viggo replied, "Nope. You´re going commando tonight."
While Orli was sputtering, Viggo tossed him a pair of long, black, high-heeled boots. "Put them on, and let´s see the final result."
Orli grunted as he pulled them on, lifting his legs high in the air so that he could get his foot seated properly in the boot. Viggo and Sean grinned as Orli´s skirt rode up, exposing his crotch. Once he finished donning them, Orli pulled the laces on the back of his new footgear closed and tied them.
He stood up, teetering on the four-inch heels. Viggo licked his lips; the tight boots reached up to Orli´s mid-thigh and hugged his legs tightly, making them appear longer and more elegant, and the black leather emphasized the creamy expanse of his satiny thighs. The tremendously high heels also made Orli´s ass look even rounder and firmer, which was something Viggo didn´t think was possible.
Sean whistled. Grinning, Orli tried to bend over to show off his butt but he stumbled a bit. Instead, he threw himself onto the bed and arranged himself in his best imitation of a cheesecake pose. "So, Sean, what do you think?" he said, batting his eyelashes.
Sean exhaled a pent-up breath. "Incredibly sexy. Even if you are dressed up like a tart."
Orli flushed, but Viggo interrupted the impending fight with a suitably nasty looking scowl. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and said tiredly, "I have to get dressed now. And since I don´t feel like listening to the two of you bitch, I´m going to change in the other room." He picked a couple of clothes out of the closet and grabbed some of Orli´s make-up on his way out.
"Can´t wait to see what you´re wearing, Vig," Orli called out at the retreating figure. He turned to look at Sean. "What about you?"
Sean spread his hands deprecatingly. "It´ll attract too much attention if I join you. Besides, the club that Viggo is taking you to is not really my cup of tea."
Orli flicked his hair back and said, "You´re probably right." He looked at Sean and turned on his puppy dog eyes. "Truce? I need your help."
"With what?" Sean asked cautiously.
Orlando slid off the bed and stumbled as he tried to stand up. "These heels are a bitch to walk in, but if I keep cocking up like this, Vig´s going to be completely smug all night."
Sean nodded. "And we can´t let that happen." He paused and then said, "All right, Orli, truce."
Orli almost fell backward as he tried to navigate around the bedroom. "Christ, how in hell do women deal with these things?" he growled.
"It´s just a matter of getting used to it." Sean held his arms open. "Try poncing around the room until you get the hang of it, and I´ll catch you if you start falling."
Orli´s face lit up with a megawatt smile. "Thanks, Sean. I knew I could count on you, even if you are a fucking bastard sometimes."
"I could say the same about you," Sean replied. "Now, try walking over here before Viggo suspects. I want you to give him hell while you´re at the club."
"I don´t think that´ll be a problem," Orli said mischievously. "I´m already forming a plan."
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end part 2
*this is not a typo. A "busk" is a fastener for the front of corsets, consisting of a small metal button that goes into a wide hook. Some corsets have a solid front, but the busk allows the seamstress to split the corset in front, making it easier to put on.