"You like it?" Boner placed his hands on his hips and turned this way and that, showing off the whole ensemble. "I can keep it when all of this is over if you do."
"I like it, but you wouldn't look like you if you stayed that way," she said, as if he needed his ego stroked.
"I don't want to look like not me," Boner said. He caught sight of something behind my right shoulder. His eyes widened. "Cass, my dude."
I looked around to see my brother, sharp as fuck in a dark suit. He'd actually agreed to let Harlow trim his hair so it was off his face.
"You look like you just stepped off Wall Street." I smirked. It was a good look for him, but like Boner, he didn't look like himself. Which was the point, but it was weird on my little brother. He'd always been the guy who didn't give a shit about how he looked, as long as he was comfortable.
"I can't wait to peel that suit off after," Boner said.
"Me too." Harlow stepped over to straighten Cass's tie and press her lips to his.
"I knew I should have saved the suit for myself," I mumbled.
"You looked perfect as you are," Harlow assured me.
"Perfect isn't the word for it." Dorky as fuck was more accurate.
I glanced at myself in the mirror. Adjusted the wig again. I supposed the blonde didn't look too bad, and the rest of the outfit looked professional. Not like Cass, but it'd do. I looked the part we'd agreed on. That was what mattered right now.
We all had a part to play. I'd play mine. By the time we were done, they'd be offering me an Oscar. Maybe a Golden Globe as well. Cass was the actor in the family, but they hadn't seen me perform.
"Archer, are you ready?" Harlow called out in the general direction of his bedroom.
"In a minute," Archer said back, sounding reluctant as hell. Finally, he stepped out of the bedroom, dressed the same as me, except his wig was red and long, tied back in a man bun like Boner usually wore. Thick glasses completed the outfit.
"I hate wigs," he said sourly. "Anything on my head." He shifted his shoulders like he was about to stomp back into the bedroom and take it all off.
Harlow stepped away from Cass and put her arms around Archer's neck. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," she assured him. "We can figure something out."
His lips turned down but he responded with a slight shake of his head. "I can do this. I don't want to miss that delivery."
She placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him. "The quicker we do this, the quicker we can all get back to normal."
Considering her dress was so short, it only just covered her panties, normal had a downside. I'd have to convince her to wear that dress again. So I could take it off her.
"Watch your language or I'll have to spank your ass," Boner growled jokingly. He shook his finger at her.
Eyes shining, she gasped and placed a hand over her heart.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say the word…" In a whisper, she spelled it out, "N-O-R-M-A-L."
"Oh no, you can say it, love," Boner said. "Because then I get to spank your ass." He grinned.
If you asked me, they both needed to work on their dirty talk if 'normal' was their idea of a dirty word. It was offensive, sure, but not dirty.
"If you keep talking about spanking her ass, we're staying here," Cass said. He looked like he was ready to order everyone out of their clothes and onto their knees.
If I didn't want to fuck with Zeus, I'd go along with it. My cock wanted to stay and play. The rest of me? I was done hearing about this Zeus asshole. It was time for us to be rid of him.
"I have the van waiting downstairs," I said.
Once Cass placed that order, we'd done some tweaking to the original plan. Lucky I had a friend with a van I could borrow whoowed me a favor or two. As long as we returned it in one piece, we had it for the next few hours.
"Let's do this then," Harlow said with a smile.
"I don't know if we got the long straw or the short straw," I said to Archer as I placed the last box into the back of the van.
