Chapter 7

Diego

I had to do this. My mind was unsettled since the day Roberto made the decision that I will be sent as a spy. A nanny of all things. What if the little kids succeed in pulling off my wig when I'm playing with them? I was already informed that they were five years old. Roberto had given me a picture of them. A boy and a girl, both having brown eyes and black hair.

Today was the day for the interview. Inwardly I prayed that I would get rejected among the multiple women that applied for the nanny job. That was my only wish.

“Knock…Knock…Knock…”

A knock sounded on my door. There was only one person at home, and that was Anthony.

He didn't even wait for me to respond before coming in.

“You're not using your blonde wig?” He asked, looking into the mirror and observing my reflection.

“It's for a mission. I need to look different. I don't want anyone else recognizing me.” I responded, styling the black wig into curls, to give me the look of a brunette.

“I can still recognize you,” Anthony teased, with a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

I wore a bra beneath my pink top. The type of bra that contained loads of foam to give me the shape I desired. The pink top was tucked into a grey skirt.

I stood up from the dressing chair and bent down to reach for my shoes. My feet were the only part of my body that could give me away as a man. They were big, and I wore shoes with sizes way bigger than a woman's own.

Anthony stood behind me as I bent down. I could feel his dick hard against my bent butt. He was obviously teasing, holding my waist as he rubbed my butt against his trousers.

I raised my body, and his hands were still around my waist. He held me close against his body, my butt still pressing against his groin.

“I don't really trust your uncle.” Anthony whispered close to my ears. “Why does he want to send you on something so dangerous? He knows you can't do it. Why do I always feel like that man is hiding something?”

“Hmmm,” I muttered, half listening to him as one of his hands moved from my waist and was working its way underneath my skirt.

“Do you like this?” Anthony nibbled the nape of my neck, sucking gently on it. I could already feel his touch against my bare dick as his hand was lost in my boxers. Fondling, teasing, squeezing gently.

A louder moan escaped my mouth.

“Are we alone?” I managed to say, even though it felt like electricity was pulsing through my body.

Anthony let out a small laugh. “Do you really think others don't know about our relationship? Even Roberto knows.”

“My uncle knows?” I gasped, turning to look at Anthony with a shocked face.

“I'm just joking,” He blurted out, laughing.

“Why are you so scared of him? If you don't want to do this mission, you can simply tell him to his face instead of being scared.”

I didn't say anything because I knew Anthony was right. This mission was the last thing that was on my mind. I only did it to prove to my uncle that I was mature enough to run the family business. I was 22 years old after all.

“I need him to see that I'm grown enough to handle the business.” I looked at Anthony's lips as I spoke, my hot breath washed against his face. His hand was still buried in my boxers. Even though I was a crossdresser, I preferred boxers to panties.

“You are.” Anthony smiled. Leaning against me, he pressed his lips into mine, while his hand continued working on the bulge within my boxers. I could feel the fabric getting soaked with precum.

“If you keep doing that, I'm going to come,” I muttered in a raspy voice. His hand thrusts even became faster as he held my cock, sliding it against his hand.

I felt my body getting hot, and rising to a climax. Handjobs always had their way of turning me on. Something hot leaked out, and a wave of ecstasy rushed over me. I came in Anthony's hand.

He pulled out his hand, and reached for my lips again, placing a kiss which was less intense than the first.

My phone rang, interrupting our short session. Roberto was on the line.

“Come downstairs with your things. It's almost time.” He said briskly, ending the call before I could reply.

“I have to go.” I told Anthony. I adjusted my boxers which were shifted to the side and tucked my blouse in place. I looked no different from any regular woman. I had also taken my time to wax out any obvious facial hairs.

Anthony stared at me, as I packed my handbag.

“I hope you get rejected. I don't want to miss you,” He said as we headed for the door.

I placed a light kiss on his cheek, before leaving the room. He followed me anyway. Anthony looked more masculine than I was. Anyone who saw his 4 and a half feet structure with well broadened shoulders, would hardly think he was gay. He often told me stories about ladies who threw themselves at him, but relationships with women always turned him off.

Just as he said he was going to miss me, I will also miss him as well. Miss his intervention when the other men tried harassing me and also miss steamy moments with him, just like the one we had in the room.

Anthony was my secret boyfriend. Always there by my side to encourage me to never give up on my dreams. We planned to become public, but were waiting until Roberto transfers my parent's business to me.

He was the only one that knew that I had dreams of becoming a musician and actor. To me, I was made for the entertainment industry, and not a life of crime.