Seanday Reloaded: To Close

The doorbell rang again. "I'll get it," I shouted over the noise of the party. I looked at myself in the mirror and adjusted my tie. Yeah, I looked good--I always did.

I opened the door, and more of her friends filed in. I smiled tightly as they laughed and pushed at each other; all of them a good five years younger than me. "Mr. A," they acknowledged as they passed. I knew them all, I'd seen them before but not all together. My skin prickled, excitement or jealously I wasn't sure.

Following the new guests back to the party I glanced cautiously around the group. One of them gripped my arm, "This is a great birthday party," Peter told me, trying to be heard over the music.

I smiled. "Yes, had to do something special for my favourite niece," I replied in a raised voice looking over at Emily surrounded by her friends.

Peter tugged at my arm again and beckoning me to the quieter kitchen. "Sir, I don't want you to be mad or anything but we've got a special present for Em'."
"Special?" I repeated looking at him suspiciously. He wilted a bit under my stare as I crossed my arms. His eyes dropped to my biceps struggling to escape the sleeves of my shirt. "What sort of special present?" I asked again.

"Er, a dancer," he stuttered looking at the ground.

"A dancer?" My patience was wearing thin.

"Well, more of a kiss-a-gram sort of thing," he whispered, "it wasn't my idea," he added.

"OK, well thanks for letting me know," I replied guiding him back to the party.

With my apartment being so close to the university, Emily had moved in at the start of term. Her parents had asked me to keep her safe, it was the only condition for her to start her degree. I'd been successful in business, and the apartment was over two floors with five bedrooms so there was plenty of room, big enough to need a live in house keeper.

I watched Em', laughing with her friends as I sipped at my drink. We were close, closer than I'd even thought possible but it just wasn't the same, that envy twisted in my mind. Even though I saw here every day, I wanted to be so much more.

The doorbell went again. "I'll get it," one of Em's friends called out. Some of the others looked over at me nervously and as I started to walk towards the hall one of her girlfriends stopped me with a hand on my chest. She told me to relax, it would be OK she reassured me.

An anxiety gripped me as I waited for inevitable arrival of the dancer. Em's friends smirked, and she looked around their faces as they made a rough circle around her.

The music got a little louder, and the dancer burst through the door. He looked the same age as the as the rest of the party goers, he was shirtless it was easy to see he worked out. Circling the group he shout out for Emily, everybody was pointing and shouting at her.

Breaking into the group he started to dance in front of her, gyrating and flexing. I watched Em' carefully, she was blushing and playing nervously with her hair as he danced around her goading at her to dance with him. He pulled her in close and whispered something in her ear. I was surprised how little encouragement she needed before she was pulling at his ID and nuzzling in close to his neck.

For the moment there was little I could do, if I hadn't seen it myself I would have sworn they knew each other. Em' pulled at his shorts, and with a hoot from the baying group had pulled them off the dancer.

Finally to my relief, he finished and unable to find his shorts wrapped a table cloth around his waist.

Rather than leaving, he stayed around drinking and chatting with the group. I took the opportunity to talk with him, and pulled him to one side.

"Oh hi Mr. A," he laughed nervously. "That's what they call you right?"

"You can call me sir," I growled under my breath. I looked at his ID *Gareth McKenzie*, he worked for an escort agency; I smiled recognising its name, I used to work for the same place once. My attitude towards him changed, "Gareth, you put on a great show. I really think Emily enjoyed it."

Gareth's nervousness evaporated. "Thanks sir."

"She'll be sorry to see you go I think."

"Her friends hired me for the whole weekend, meant to be her butler or something," he shrugged.

"Is that a fact?" I asked, and he nodded enthusiastically. "As I'm meant to be looking after her, I promised her parents. Do you mind if I lay down some ground rules first?" I crossed my arms again and flexed my biceps, his eyes flicked between mine and my arms.

"Sure," he replied as I marched him away from the party. I took him to a guest room, and pushed him in locking the door behind the both of us. "Everything's cool Mr. A," he caught himself. "Sir."

I pulled at his ID again. "So you're Gareth?"

"I am sir."

"How many other Gareth's are working tonight?" I demanded flipping his ID in his face.

He paused for a moment, and his expression changed. "I'm not sure what you mean, I'm the only Gareth at the agency."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Look, whoever you are I used to work for the agency I know they use suits. There has to be three, maybe four other Gareth's running around the city tonight."

Gareth took a step back as I approached him, "Sir, I don't want any trouble." He stopped abruptly as he reached the wall.

"Just remember I'm watching you," I growled, he sidestepped me and headed for the door. I wanted to be closer to Em' and this looked like an opportunity to good to miss. Before he'd reached the door, I'd reached out a strong arm and reeled him into a choke hold. He struggled, but I was stronger and moments later he was limp in my arms.

I held him up, and pulled at his mouth. With a practiced move I pulled Gareth's face up and over the occupants head. I laughed, it made sense it was Jason. I'd seen him with Em' more and more over the past couple of weeks, and it explained why they were so familiar. This was going to be perfect for me.

Bit by bit I pulled the unconscious teenager from the suit. Separated I dropped him onto the bed and pulled a syringe from a side cabinet. Tapping at the cylinder, I cleared the bubbles from the dark liquid before kneeling and injecting it into Jason's neck. He let out a gasp, and I knew it was starting to work already. It would take at least four hours before he'd be ready to wear.

I looked at the lank Gareth laying on the floor, it was time for him to return to the party. I'm guessing Em' might be looking for him soon. I started to undress; waistcoat, tie, shirt and pants. I stood there naked for a moment looking at my reflection and flexed, tensing all my muscles. I had to admit it was an impressive body.

Sighing I stuck my fingers in my mouth and tugged, there was a release of suction, and my face shifted, stretching as I pulled it from my own head. I'd been Em's uncle for the past three months, I'd been obsessed with her since I first met her, but she'd done her best to reject me. She hated my tattoos, so I'd taken the next best thing after seeing her uncle. He was rich, handsome and strong but more importantly she lived with him--I could at least be with her without fear of rejection. I'd knocked on the door of the large expensive apartment, I was ready for him and lunged with the syringe of gunk when he answered--he really didn't stand a chance. Four hours later I was pulling on his tanned muscular body, closely followed by some shorts and a shirt. With his memories open to me I was fixing a snack when Emily returned home; she didn't notice any change to her uncle.

I pulled myself from the suit, and discarded Mr. A. to the ground. Without pausing I pulled on the agencies Gareth suit, the cocky dancers persona washed over me as I returned to the party. I was spotted by Em' and she pulled me to one side. "Where have you been? Someone said they saw my uncle pulling you into the back."

"Yeah, he did," I whispered looking around the thinning crowd. "Said he wanted me to act responsibly as I was meant to be your butler for the weekend."

"More like a slave," she giggled tracing my new pecs, "where is he now?"

"I'm not sure, he went upstairs," I lied.

"Good, I'm glad it'll give us some time for some fun," she stroked my cheek, "Jason--Oh I mean Gareth," she laughed.

We continued to dance, and when the last of her friends had left she pulled me upstairs to her bedroom. Locking the door she started to pull at my face, I stopped her. "I want to try it as Gareth, besides it might be fun." She conceded, and for the first time my dreams were fulfilled time and time again.

I jerked awake, and found myself next to Emily still sleeping. Quietly I left and returned to the guest room downstairs, Jason looked like he was sleeping on the bed. I pushed on his chest, and with a gasp from his mouth it deflated. Quickly I pulled the Gareth suit off, and after glancing briefly at my old self once again I climbed inside the empty Jason suit. There was something special about his physique, lean and tight. Finally with his face in place his memories became mine and I grinned. He'd been seeing Em' secretly for the past month, and he'd paid the agency escort $100 to take his place at the party; good for me, not so good for the real Jason.

I hid the uncle suit in a trunk, and padded my way back up the stairs dragging the Gareth suit behind me. Em' was awake when I returned and when she saw me with the Gareth suit a sparkle of mischief glinted in her eyes. She walked over and kissed me long and hard giving my hardening dick a tug. "Give me a few moment," she whispered and kissed me again on the cheek.

She took the suit from me and went into the en-suite, I sat on the bed and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened and Gareth stepped out. "Hey Jason," he chuckled and flexed his arms.

"Emily?" I croaked.

"Call me Gareth," came the reply, and I was surprised when he joined me on the bed and kissed me. "Jason, you pushed me over the top last night, it was like you were someone else. Now I want to return that favour," he chucked my chin, "I've been the girl in your life, now let me be the man as well."

I grinned realising what Gareth was offering and gladly accepted. I'd have to explain some kind of mystery business trip for her uncle, but for the moment that would have to wait as I climbed up Gareth's body, kissing him gently.