The raven haired cutie looked around the street before turning and walking into the darkened alley, briefcase in tow. As she passed dumpster and door alike, she could see the tall latino looking guy in a perfectly cut black suit standing prominently in front of a particularly grimy looking door. She smiled to herself a little and walked over to him. As she approached, he raised a hand the size of a dinner plate and looked over his sunglasses.

"Hold it, list people only" he rumbled in a voice that sounded like distant thunder. The girl crooked her knees to set the briefcase down, before opening up a pocket on top and fishing out something the size of a credit card with a prominent bar code on one side. She handed it over to the looming figure who snatched it before scanning it with a handheld security scanner. After a second, the details therein flashed up on screen.

"Lietgur, Emma, personal assistant to Pearson, Robert. Damn, I didn't recognise you, you look great!" The man said as he handed back the card.

"Thanks Arturo, been a while hasn't it?"

"Yeah, I don't normally do this sort of thing anymore, I'm more legit now."

"What are you talking about?" Emma shot back with a giggle as she placed the card back in the briefcase, "you're guarding the back door to a big nightclub, not watching a banger on a deal!"

"Well yeah, but I'm more prominent now!" Arturo responded, "Last week I was door man for a fancy gala at the big hotel across town!"

"I heard, you're doing well for yourself! Can I go in now?" With a sheepish nod, Arturo stepped aside and opened the door to the club, purple light spilling out and illuminating the trash strewn throughout the alley. Emma picked up the briefcase and walked inside, turning and smiling at Arturo before he closed the door and went back to guarding his post.

It had been a few years since Emma had been in this particular club, but she remembered the layout quite well. Her heels clicked away on the tiled floor in almost perfect sync with the rhythmic thumping bass emanating from one of the upper floors. The main stage was set up for the main act, the man she was assistant to. She smiled as she imagined putting on an entirely different show...

She stopped in front of a large wooden door with the name R.Pearson emblazoned on a placard. She opened the door and stepped inside before locking it behind her. She walked over to the table and set the briefcase down, then she smiled again and kicked off her shoes while untying her hair. Her luxurious black curls fell about her slim shoulders as she shrugged off her beige jacket before placing it over a chair. She then unzipped her beige pencil skirt and slithered out of it before turning her attention to the white suit shirt she wore.

Before she had a chance to go any further, her phone binged with a notification, she reached into her suit pocket and pulled it out, there was a message from Kelly asking if the double date was still on after the show. Emma texted an affirmative before she looked at herself in the mirror on the adjacent wall and smiled. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off, leaving her standing in a black bra, panties and stockings. Seeing her reflection was turning her on, she slowly slid a hand down her toned stomach to a far...wetter place...

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A knock on the door stirred Emma from her post-orgasm stupor and preceded a call.

"20 minutes until showtime, you better be ready by then Robby!"

Emma quickly stood up and unclasped her bra, slinking it over her other clothes and letting her gorgeous C cups free. She cupped her breasts before reaching her hands behind her; one hand pulling her hair apart and the other grasping a mole at the base of her skull and pulled it down with a slight shlurp. As the mole moved down her shapely, pale back her skin parted and revealed darker skin underneath. Once the mole reached the base of her spine, she pulled on both sides of the skin and pulled the head of the skin up and over, revealing the face of a blonde guy with a thick beard. The man pulled the suit down his body, sliding his arms and legs out before zipping the suit back up. He then moved over to the suitcase and unzipped it, revealing his set clothes. As he slid a pair of boxers up his legs, a feminine groan could be heard from behind.

"Mmmmmm, someone's been feeling around, been taking advantage of little old me Robbie?"

He turned to face Emma, now restored. "You know I appreciate me using you as a disguise Emma, I may have gotten carried away though..."

"Not at all" came the reply as she sauntered over to Rob and winked, "I enjoyed it too. Now, you had better get ready for the show, I'm going to have a shower in your personal bathroom here."

As she turned to walk away Rob grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. After what seemed an eternity, they let their lips part.

"I love you."

"I love you too baby, and I really do appreciate it."

"I get enjoyment from it too, don't you worry."

"How am I so lucky to have you?"

"You were smart enough to marry me. Besides, as payment you can let me wear you to the date with Kelly."

Emma then turned and walked to the bathroom as Robby finished getting ready for his act. At the last knock on the door, he stepped out in full costume, ready to blast some beats. Arturo was waiting for him to guide him to the stage.

"Damn man, I didn't see you get in the club. Some days I'd swear you were a ghost."