Moonshine - 6. Chapter 6: The House of Corona

MoonShine

The House of Corona

The esteemed Lady Monette entered her fitting room. What has that man sent her this time? Another impossible monster to wrap up and tie with a bow. And always on short notice. I must work magic. Call forth a miracle. Well this time I am going to say no. It is impossible. I will not work this way. There is nothing for me in this, except credits. I am sick to death with credits. I am an artist and where is my art, in the crapper with all the credits.

Lady Monette saw her personal assistant first. “Maurice is this hide and seek, where are they? This is impossible today. We are sorry, but today… Hmmmm. Today I will make time. Maurice clear my desk. We start now. Quick, quick, quick. Chop. Chop. I have vision.”

“So, you three, new to the business right. I haven’t seen any of your portfolios but I can see your potential. Well, it can be a mean business, so look after your own T & A. Obviously, Mr. Frontier has plans for the three of you. Jock strap models, right. Underwear is a good way to begin in the business, then branch out. Yes, I can see you all doing good in undertrends. Maybe I will use you this fall for Fashionwalk.” These boys are the three muses, oh I am young again.

“Lady Monette, a word please.” Maurice interrupted. A moment later Monette turned back to her clients. First a frown, then a gleam. I will have what I desire.

“I’m sorry gentlemen I understand you are guests of Mr. Frontier and are in need of proper attire for the evening. So, no time to waste. We must get busy. Strip please. I must see what I have to work with. Hurry.”

“Maurice, I have some thoughts already. Listen and code for me as I call out the items I want.” I could play all night. I felt like a revival.

“I said strip gentlemen now. We need to do a body scan for your dimensions. You do want your clothes to fit. We have time to tailor everything, but it will be off the rack. Not enough time for custom designs.” Lady Monette’s mind was flashing with images, design after design. It was her life’s dream. She would change fashion galaxy wide. It would be a revolution.

“It’s a shame, I want all three of you for my next showing. All three of you could have careers in fashion. You honey are very familiar. You have done some modeling haven’t you. I know I have seen you before, recently too. You have beautiful coloring. And you. What a brute. I can just feel the squeeze. And not at all last, you. Perfection. Confection. You could all be galaxy wide stars, not just sector wannabes. Yes it is a meat market, but you all have the right packaging.” These three will be my vanguard. I strike the first blow tonight.

Lady Monette ran a constant monologue. She expected other people to listen but not comment or interrupt. Maurice and the other staff new the routine, but the guys were learning the hard way. And Comet seem to be in the know also; he keeps coughing and choking or is that laughing.

“You first, stand there. Count to ten then turn to the side and count again and so forth until you make a complete turn. The machine likes to see you in motion.” All three have such natural grace and deportment. I will not have them trained in the walk. I will encourage their unique prowl into its own dance.

“Okay next. Yes I know exactly how to dress you, my brute.” Suddenly, Lady Monette was inches shorter, she had kicked her heels away. Her toes were curling. She pulled the pin from her hair. She was decades younger as a smile transformed her mien.

“Please step up, don’t be shy, my last but not least.” It is my time at last. And I am young again. And I am free to do.

“Okay, now spread your wings my peacocks. I must see your endowments fully displayed. It is important to the fit of your breeches. Hurry, hurry. Maurice help the gentlemen with their shyness. We have so much to do.” It’s heaven. It’s paradise.

Was Comet chuckling, again?

“No! no helping hands please. Felix take care of this okay.” A pleading Eddie asked a laughing Felix. This was how Felix’s trouble with the cadets started. He would bet a cadet he could make him get hard just by looking at him. Felix would jack the cadet around, verbally, until the cadet had bet a full month’s stipend. Then pop goes the weasel every time. Felix would stare the cadet hard in sixty seconds. This went on for a long time until the story was so wide spread that even new recruits new of it before they enlisted. But still every once in a while a cadet would challenge Felix only to regret it later.

“Okay, look me in the eye and take deep breaths, my cadet. Eddie my sweet I thought you would never ask.” David didn’t complain, but this was not making him happy. Eddie just sighed. This was not the first time Felix had demonstrated this talent for Eddie, just the first time on him. In sixty seconds all three models were sporting their best profiles.

“Okay five seconds each for the scanner.” The preliminaries are almost complete.

“Lovely hon, too bad you can’t go nude.” Yes, my centerpiece.

“My, my. It’s brute junior, or should I say major.” Bookend one.

“Perfection, simply perfection. Candy from a potent fountain.” Bookend two.

“Now, we begin in earnest.” The game begins. The chase is on.

“Maurice, pass out these items. Help the guys dress quickly. They need the experience if they are going to work for me later.” They will be mine until the galaxy takes them away.

“No, not that. Keep that. Try it with this. I want to see this one again. Hold on to this one. Try a different color. Turn for me please. What about hair, Maurice have you thought of any ideas. Get more help in here. What was I thinking, definitely no. Oh, that is much better. Yes I like that. Hush hon. I’m thinking. What about make-up?

“No. No. NO!” Finally the three got a word in, one word only though.

“Okay you three, how about war paint. Subtle and tasteful and it wont smudge or smear. And a little eye liner, that’s not make-up. Don‘t just stand there. Dress. We have more to try.” Well I can give a little, once.

Is Maurice helping or giving a body search complete with cavity search?

“Yes, we have direction now. I can see a theme to it all now. Let’s think accessories now.” I can smell triumph.

“Let’s pull it all together. Get the boys in the hygiene chamber first.” My climax comes.

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Eddie was standing in a room surrounded by mirrors. He was thinking this all over. ‘I don’t think you could call them new clothes, not in a normal sense. They were more new formal evening wear. They were trend wear or designer wear. And it all happened so fast. Clothes, hair, war paint, accessories. I was like a physical attack. A transformation assault. A man made over. But made into what? It was a bit much.’ He was wearing capri toreador breeches. Pink capri toreador breeches with ribbon lacings up the outside seam of his right leg. They hung low on his hips and ended below the knee with gathered lace and pearl buttons. The fly…? The zipper was in the back? It was ornamental and large and black and had a pearl stud pull tab. The material was clinging and soft, especially the part covering his butt. It was his crotch that got his attention. He was wearing a ultra light jock under the breeches that pulled him forward and up. Bulge was an understatement. He was covered, but totally displayed. His chest was covered with a sleeveless muscle ‘T’. It had a sideways slit at the neck. At nipple level the shirt was cut in strips to show alternate areas of skin and clothe. The shirt ended at his belly button. Over this he was wearing a short bolero jacket with tiger embroidery. And his hair had been jack-knifed, completely. Oh yeah eye liner and war paint, two marks under his right eye. And finally a pearl ear stud. He said no to the nose and nipple and belly and penis studs. He did like the boots.

Eddie turned and looked as David entered the room and decided he was lucky.

After all David was his date and he was a god. David was wearing a wrap sarong. The outside of his right leg was exposed from hip to toe. The sarong was held in place by a ruby/diamond clasp. The fabric clung to the muscle tension in David’s body. And David’s package was on display. His chest was crisscrossed in two, ruby/diamond studded, body straps. On one arm was a bicep cup bracelet and a wrist guard bracelet. On his head was a orchid crown, real flowers frozen forever in stasis. Cadets have shaved heads. And finally a snake skin shoulder wrap with a thousand pockets. Oh and ocher war paint and eye liner.

What was there to say? It was stare and point time.

Felix entered now. He was stunning. His shirt dress was stunning. It was simple, elegant, understated. It draped his body from neck to toes in folds of colored air. His hair had been rolled and bladed. He was wearing a knuckle band on his left hand studded with deep blue amethysts. Lapis lazuli war paint. Felix turned. The back was bare skin crossed with lacings from his shoulders to his knees. And from his neck hung a heavy linked chain of platinum ending in an ivory carved tooth. It rested in his butt crack. Guess what it was carved into.

What was there to say. It was time for staring and pointing.

David turned now. From his neck hung a chain ending in an ebony carved tooth.