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The Creation Of Shanna

By: qhml1



This is what happens when you get stuck at home for a week reading too much Literotica and running a high fever. By now anyone who has ever read anything I've written knows my fondness for over the top, larger than life characters.

Mike Hogue is my biggest creation to date, in fact I don't know how I'll ever top him.

There will be six chapters, in six different catagories, Transsexual, BDSM, Incest, NonErotic, Nonconsent/Reluctance, and Loving Wives.

This is a long, involved tale, of romance, seduction, and transition. It's not the usual fare on this site, so be warned. Still, if your interested, it's turning into a pretty good read. Enjoy.

The next chapter will be in BDSM.

Enjoy the ride.

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It looked like a postcard or a brochure for a travel agency. Sugar white sands, crystal clear water, lush green vegetation climbing out of the ocean to a peak three thousand feet higher.

Her sensible business suit was a little too much for the climate, she couldn't wait to change into a light sundress or maybe a bikini. Best to get the meet and greet over with, after all this wasn't a vacation, she was working.

The government offices were situated at around a thousand feet, just above the reach of tsunamis that occurred at rare intervals. A sprawling complex of single story buildings, most designated shelters for typhoons and tsunamis, just in case. The doors were never locked.

Navigating the maze, she found the right building.

Raised in Scandinavian countries, she was used to nudity, but the sight of the workers filing, working in cubicles, conducting business in general topless was still unusual. It was the traditional dress of the culture, their one concession to outsiders was to roll the garment up to cover their breasts if they sensed it made guests uncomfortable.

She found the proper office, it was surprising low key for the woman who would have been the equivalent of Attorney General in the U.S., or Minister of Justice in European countries.

She approached the receptionist, a stunning young islander, she thought back and couldn't remember a single person she had seen on the way from the airport who was unattractive, including the older ones. All the women seemed small breasted, but this one was well endowed. European ancestry in there somewhere, she thought.

"Good morning, Anna Sorenson, TCI Magazine, for Mrs. Hogue. I believe I'm expected."

"Of course, Miss Sorenson. Please wait while I announce you."

The girl had an impish grin on her face as she walked to an inner door. Opening it without knocking, she called out.

"Mom! Your appointment is here!"

Grinning, she held the door.

"Please, go right in."

The woman rose to meet her, dressed in the sarong type garment of the island. She was pulling it up, trying to contain B cup breasts that were still firm and without sag, despite her forty three years.

Anna smiled.

"Please Mrs. Hogue, don't alter your dress on my account. I've seen more breasts on my way here than I'll probably see for the rest of my life, one more set won't matter. I'm Scandinavian, it doesn't offend me."

The woman smiled, rolling the garment back down to her waist.

"Thank you Miss Sorenson. This is much more comfortable. After all my years here, I find regular dress constricting. I see you've met my daughter, Michelle, my highly professional assistant."

Michelle stuck her tongue out and closed the door.

They shook hands as she led her to a sitting area.

She refused refreshment, wanting to get started.

"Thank you so much for this opportunity. It's well known that you don't usually grant interviews, Mrs. Hogue."

Shanna Hogue smiled.

"Please call me Shanna. I usual find interviews a waste of time. They stumble around, asking inane questions, when what they really want to know is how a transsexual ended up married to one of the richest and most intriguing men in the world, and how I came to rise to the position I'm in."

Anna smiled.

"That is exactly what I want to know. Arguably, you're the most successful transsexual in the world, and certainly the most public. Your life reads like a fairy tale. Transsexual & Crossdresser International has a surprisingly large readership, they expect this issue will be the most read in their history."

"I take it you don't work directly for the magazine?"

"No, Mrs. Hogue, excuse me, Shanna. Frankly, I'm, surprised I got this assignment."

Shanna smiled.

"I'd like to think it's because of your reputation, Anna. You get people to reveal way more than they wanted to without them even realizing it. Plus, what you report may not be what people want to hear, but is is never done vindictively or with an agenda, and it always the truth."

Anna seemed embarrassed by the praise.

"That's very kind. I just try to do the best I can in every assignment."

"It shows in your work. Are you sure you wouldn't like some tea? It's time for my office to take their break, I'm sure there's some freshly brewed.

You know I was raised in London, tea is in my blood."

"Yes, tea would be nice." Anna sat as she strode to the door.

Shanna rose and strode to the door.

"Mickey, would you bring some tea and biscuits in, please?"

Anna heard a muffled, "Yes, Mum" before she shut the door.

Soon she came in with a tea service and a plate of scones. Staying long enough to pour the tea, she excused herself.

"She's seems a fine young girl. Your oldest?"

"No, she's the baby. Her brother is six years older, he's works in the energy sector. Right now he's involved in getting our solar systems up and running. Five years from now we expect to have 75% of our energy needs met by solar."

Anna stirred her tea.

"May I ask about your children?"

"You may ask anything that comes to mind. I do, however, reserve the right to not answer."

Shanna smiled to take the sting out of her words.

"But for now, Anna, I'm sure you want to get settled and comfortable. We'll talk more after dinner, I promise you. I have another appointment in a few minutes, a Japanese delegation."

Calling out for Michelle, she gave her instructions to have the Japanese sent in as soon as they arrive, and asked her to escort Anna to her lodging.

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Anna found the young woman fascinating and charming. She discovered she had recently graduated from Oxford, and was thinking about returning for a Masters in international politics.

She laughed when she told her the reason for going to Oxford.

"Mum and dad had a right bloody row over our educations. He wanted us educated in America, while mum thought England was best. They finally reached a compromise. My brother ended up going the University of North Carolina, and I ended up in Oxford. You'll see the difference when you meet my brother, I sound British, while he sounds like he just came off the plantation. If he had his way, he'd still be there. He did marry a Southern girl, a local. It took awhile for her to acclimate, but now she won't leave."

They were walking towards a small helicopter.

Anna realized they were heading for it and asked.

"Where am I staying? All I know is lodging would be provided."

"Why, you're staying with us of course, on the family compound. Mum says it will be easier for everyone, she'll be more available that way."

Before she could protest, they were at the helicopter. The pilot helped them in. It only took twenty minutes for them to reach their destination. 

From the air it was quite impressive. Twenty six square miles of island paradise, owned by one family. Most of the island was untouched, but the southern end was developed, fields, small groves of tropical fruit trees, Occasional houses dotting the landscape, ranging from modern to grass huts.

The compound was about twenty acres, surrounded by a high security fence. After they landed she noticed armed guards trying to be unobtrusive and failing.

"Sorry, they don't trust strangers. One of my little sisters was kidnapped a few years ago for ransom. That's when the fence went up."

"Is she all right?"

"Yes, they roughed her up a bit, for show more than anything else, but they weren't stupid enough to actually harm her."

She didn't tell her what eventually happened to the kidnappers, that was a story for her mother to tell, if she chose to.

"Here you are then Miss Anna, please enjoy your stay. Dinner will be at eight, someone will be down to escort you. Relax, and enjoy our views.

If you need anything at all, push this buzzer, someone will be available to you instantly."

She walked off, engaged in a conversation with one of the guards in the native language.

Her 'room' turned out to be a three bedroom villa, with a veranda facing the ocean. She found the bar, surprised to see it stocked with her favorite alcoholic beverages from her own country, as well as the fiery coconut liquer and beer brewed locally. Always one to try new things, she opened the local beer, deeming it safer to try out the hard stuff when she was in for the evening. It was surprisingly good.

She showered, slipped into a bright sundress, sat under an umbrella to enjoy the ocean breeze, and promptly fell asleep.

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Shanna was done for the day, gathering papers up from the conference table, thinking about Anna.

Suddenly she was off her feet, one hand around her waist and the other gently tweaking her nipple. She felt his beard as he nuzzled her neck.

"So, wife, how did it go?"

She leaned back into him, pressing his hand onto her breast. He gently turned her and placed her on the conference table, standing between her legs. Before she answered him she kissed him hard, stroking his bare chest.

"She has a lot of his features, especially his eyes and chin. When are we going to tell her?"

He was stroking her back, tugging on her wrap. She ran her hands down his front, feeling the familiar erection that had given her so much pleasure over the years. Forty nine years old, he still looked in his thirties.

"Give it a week, my love, let her get comfortable around us. It's going to be a shock to her, best to have people she feels she can trust near."

He was speaking between nibbles to her throat, ears, and nipples. Shanna was starting to rock against him, pulling his rigid member out of his male version of her sarong. Reaching into the folds of her dress she pulled the small bottle of lube she kept with her at all times. She kept herself lubed, having made a promise to her husband she would always be ready for him, anywhere, anytime. Stroking the lube on him to ease the way, she leaned back on the table, guiding him in.

She let out a small shriek, it still felt as good as it did the first time he took her, every time. Soon her gasps and cries were mingled with his grunts and groans. The door was open to her office, but neither minded. They were notorious for getting caught, her staff had learned to just shut the door and ignore the noise.

She peaked twice before he came, finally dribbling spasmodically as he stroked back and forth over her prostrate, mewling like a kitten by the time he was done. They lay tangled for a second before she wriggled out from under him and pulled him into her private bath to clean up.

"Come, husband, we have a guest to attend to."

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Anna woke to a gentle shake. Mickey was looking down at her. 

"Come Miss Sorenson, dinner will be in thirty minutes. I'm to escort you."

She looked groggily towards the ocean, to discover a fence blocking the beach. She looked askance at Michelle.

"We close it at night, to secure the compound. Safer that way."

She dashed through a shower, dabbed on light makeup, and another more formal dress, and followed her up to the family house. It seemed huge.

"How many rooms are in your house?"

Mickey stood for a minute, thinking.

"Nine family bedrooms, three guest bedrooms, the great room, the formal dining hall, the family dining area, the kitchen, the formal living room, and the private living space for family relaxation. Oh, and the home office. I don't think I missed a room, but I could be wrong."

She led her through the kitchen to the family dining hall, featuring a massive table capable of seating twenty if necessary.

It was like meeting a legend. The man rose to his barefoot height of six feet six inches, his platinum hair bleached white from the sun and the ocean standing out against the perpetual bronze skin. His piercing grey eyes seemed to look into your soul, taking in all its' secrets.

He wore the traditional male sarong, wrapped low around his waist and coming to just below his knees.

"Good evening Miss Sorenson, please call me Mike. It's a pleasure to meet someone who will make my wife famous."

Anna grinned, his good humor contagious.

"Nice to meet you, Mike. And she's already famous, I'm just here to add to the legend. Also, please call me Anna."

Shanna had the good grace to flush while the family laughed. She punched Mike in the ribs.

"Enough! Why don't you introduce the rest of the family."

"As you wish my love."

"Anna, this is my son, David, his wife Sarah, and their daughter Mary, my favorite grandchild." 

A native stood, broad shouldered and clean featured. Tall for an islander, he was about five ten. The woman beside him, was almost as tall, fiery red hair, bare shoulders covered with freckles. The child, about six, was a brilliant combination of both parents. Skin the color lightly creamed coffee, her hair hung to her waist, black with red highlights shimmering even in the artificial light. Anna looked at her and envisioned a string of broken hearts all around the world.

They shook and Mary actually curtsied. The child spoke up.

"Know why I'm Grandpas' favorite? Because I'm the only one he has."

That brought a laugh from around the table and Mike twirled the little one around.

"You'll always be my favorite first granddaughter!" He said as he put her down.

"Now, Anna, the lovely lady across from them is my wife Suzie and the two girls beside her are Jasmine and Jade, my daughters."

The extremely attractive woman stood and shook her hand. the girls just giggled their hellos. They looked to be about twelve and nine. The mother was ethnic Chinese, and the daughters shared the traits.

She knew that it was a polygamous marriage, legal here, actually a tradition going back to when the islands that made up this country warred fiercely between each other, causing a shortage in husbands. Still, it was going to take a little to get used to it.

"Just past her", said Mike, after the handshake, "is my wife, the equally beautiful Donna, with my sons Gary and Chad."

The woman was the blackest person she had ever seen, with enormous breasts. A mass of gloss black curls wandered down her back. Her two children were lighter, but not by much. They were ten.

"Now that the introductions are over, shall we eat?"

The room quickly filled with chatter and the sounds of dining, clattering silverware, and clinking plates. There were seafood dishes, two curries, salads, vegetables, and flat breads.

Servants flitted around, removing empty plates and filling glasses. There seemed to be no tone of subservience, they talked freely to the diners, and sought their opinions on various subjects. Anna didn't understand most of it because it was in the native tongue.

After a dessert of freshly made sorbet, the adjourned to the living quarters. The children, especially the younger ones, couldn't resist touching her honey blond hair. 

Anna talked, but in retrospect she couldn't remember much of the conversation. She did notice Shanna and Mike watching her with an expression she couldn't read, but for some reason they looked sad.

After forty five minutes Shanna took her hand and announced to the family Anna was here to talk to her, not them. She was taking her to the office, and they were not to be disturbed. Mike watched them go, his other wives under each arm.

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"So, Anna, what do you want to know?"

"Everything. Start at the beginning and tell me the story of your life."

Shanna sat back, savoring the strong coffee of the area, watching Anna with a pensive expression.

"All right, I was born in the West end of London,

to a mother who emigrated from India. My father was a local, a plumber by trade. When he discovered the pregnancy, he disappeared.I never met him. I had two older sisters, both from a previous marriage."

"My sisters were a lot older, eleven and thirteen when I was born. I never got on well with either, for some reason they resented me."

"Plus, they were tall, attractive women. I never grew, maturing at five foot two, sorry, that comes from living in America. A little over 157 centimeters. The most I've even weighed in my life is one thirty, right at fifty nine kilograms."

"Being small, of color, desperately poor, and shy, my first years were not pleasant. Constantly picked on, no good at sports, teased about my feminine looks, I escaped into books, clinging to the belief knowledge was power. I was very good at studies, so much so I won a scholarship to Oxford, and then another to Stanford in the U.S. to attend law school, specializing in international law. I graduated with honors and decided to stay, if I could find suitable employ. I sent my resume to many firms, and Dream Realty was one of the first respondents. That was the first time I met Mike Hogue, although I knew who he was through his career on the telly."

She sighed, remembering.

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Mike Hogue was huge, Six six and two hundred eighty pounds, non of it fat. Of Nordic ancestry, with platinum blonde hair and skin so pale it was almost translucent.

He was wildly successful. Former Olympian with two medals, former actor, holder of a Masters in finance, minority owner in the most successful international realty company in the world.

Wealthy, handsome, he was very successful with the ladies, but he never had the need or the inclination to marry.

He was a terribly flawed man. Raised in an orphanage until he was twelve, two years in a juvenile facility, and three years in a foster home didn't allow him to have normal interactions or many friends. If fact, if you asked him, he would say he only had one true friend, someone he met in juvenile hall.

The friend lived on the other coast and they saw each other rarely, so he was lonely. This loneliness led him to Shane Jones, and that starts our tale.

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Their business, Dream Realty, was expanding, and new staff was required. As managing partner, Mike had final approval on all employees, even the lowest of assistants. He had only one standard. Loyalty. You were either 100% for the company or you were out. They paid above average salaries, gave good bonuses and perks, like daycare and housing assistance. Never having a family, Mike adopted his employees, and with an almost perfect memory, would ask about children, offer condolences over deaths, and express concern over illnesses.

The women loved him madly, the men respected him greatly, but deep down, they all feared him. It was nothing he'd done, but they could look in his eye and tell instantly this was one person you didn't want to cross. The few who did simply disappeared, gone from the company without fanfare.

The only one who didn't appear to fear him was his boss and principal owner, Angie Browne-Davies.

She started out as Andrew Browne-Davies, but realized by college she was never meant to be a man, but fought against it, even marrying and producing a child. Her true nature one out, and one night she dressed as Angie and confessed to his wife. She immediately took his child and disappeared. He never saw them again. 


The Creation Of Shanna



Angie moved from England to San Francisco and immediately starting building his empire. Intelligent, driven, she was welcomed by the alternate lifestyle population, many of them rich and restless, so he did a good bit of business with them.

When she could afford it, she gave herself a few upgrades, shaving her adams apple down and getting 38D breast implants, permanent hair removal from her neck down except for a small patch above her penis. She didn't take hormones, she enjoyed a fully functioning penis and had no desire to lessen it.

She met Mike while he was working for the IRS after his abrupt departure from acting. She had called them, suspecting her accounting firm of irregularities. Mike was on the investigative team they sent out.

The accountants were indeed manipulating numbers, not just hers but two other major companies. Three people went to jail, and she had to pay some back taxes, but they didn't fine her, and reduced her burden by half as a thank you, mostly due to the urgings of one of the investigators.

He did the exit interview and offered up the thanks of the IRS.

"Off the books, Miss Browne-Davies, may I offer a few suggestions?"

"Please, and call me Angie."

"Angie, you would be much better served if you had in house accounting. There would be no delays, you would always be current on your status, just have an outside firm do an audit at irregular intervals to keep them on their toes and abreast of the latest changes."

"Also, you need to streamline your operations, you have different departments doing almost exactly the same things. Waste, Angie, costs."

She was enchanted by him, and offered him a position. He had committed to two years with the IRS for the experience, but promised he would call when he was free. She never forgot him, and ten months later he called, and she hired him to set up an in house accounting department. 

In three years he was CFO, and minority owner.

Angie had to sell him a bit of the business to keep him, afraid he would go out on his own if she didn't.

He actually went through the course and got a brokers license. Because of his good looks and past history, many of their female clients, many of them mature, insisted he handle them. He was courteous, polite, witty, and a monster in bed.

His stamina and size quickly became public knowledge, and he found himself turning down dates on a regular basis. He was mercenary to a degree, willing to bed a woman to seal a deal, but he refused if they were married or in a committed relationship. This cost the company a deal or two, but soon people respected his boundaries.

His most recent adventure had been with a country music star, sixteen years his senior. She was remarkably well preserved for her age, very, very, rich, and willing to do anything he wanted.

She bought a huge estate from them, barely quibbling at the price. He liked her, was good in bed, and seemed to know everyone, so he got a good bit of referrals and even sold a few properties. 

It all came apart when he picked up a paper and saw his engagement announcement on the front page. Apparently they were to be wed in Nashville next month, and she gushed to the reporter about the romantic way he proposed to her. Her sales peaked and she became a hot commodity on the talk show circuit. He called her in a rage.

She giggled.

"Would it be so bad to be married to me? I wouldn't ask for a pre-nup, in a decade or two you would be very rich."

"Call me old fashioned, Jenna, but I'll only marry for love, and as fond as I am of you, I don't love you. Please don't call me, speak to me, or contact me again. We are through. And make a statement saying it was a mistake, we both realized it wouldn't work. Say you broke it off if you want, but do not make me the bad guy! Do you understand?"

The rejection angered her, and she started to vilify him in the press.

He struck back, hard. The night of the supposed proposal he wasn't even in the country. She hinted he might be gay, and he offered solid evidence she was bisexual, with pictures and audio. Sales of her songs started to plummet, and she begged him to stop.

"I asked you nicely to retract the whole thing, Jenna, and you tried to destroy me. You should have known, as much time as we spent together, that I don't have a forgiving nature. Never speak to me again."

In six months her career was in ruins, she was being sued in court by three of her ex-lovers for outing them and destroying two marriages. A year later her estate was facing foreclosure. Mike managed to get it for an up and coming musical couple, Moria and Wiley Patterson, for two thirds the price. They were friends, having met while he was in Tennessee.

The whole episode left a bad taste in Mike's mouth, and he stopped dating for a bit. He was striding down the halls of his office complex when he saw a woman go into the interview room. He took in the smart suit, the great ass, and short hair in a second.

"Heck," he thought, "My boss is a transvestite, my lead accountant is gay as they come, our most successful sales team is married, and swingers, why wouldn't we hire a lesbian? It would balance out."

Because of her own personal situation, Angie had great empathy for anybody in an alternate lifestyle. She got some very talented people for just that reason, and because she gave them a chance when no one else would, they were incredibly loyal.

Curious, he went into the room. They had hired, at Mike's insistence, two real estate lawyers instead of retaining a firm. It was much more cost effective, and their loyalty was guaranteed.

Business had been so good lately there were hiring a third associate, concentrating on the international side of things. So far they had not found anyone they were comfortable with.

He got his first shock when he saw how beautiful her eyes were, almost almond like, liquid pools of warm brown. Her hair hung in glossy curls just below her ears. The lips were plump sensual, made for kissing. 

Imagine how shocked he was to hear him introduced as Shane Jones. Mr. Jones was equally shocked that he would be in the interview room.

Mike gave him his most disarming grin.

"Don't mind me, Mr. Jones. I sometimes audit interviews when I'm bored or particularly interested in an applicant."

His smile, though shy, was dazzling.

"Which category do I fall into, Mr. Hogue?"

"Depends on you resume. May I see it?"

The head of the law department passed it over.

"Please, go ahead. I'm sure Mr. Whisnant is familiar with it. I'll just sit in the corner."

He half listened while the interview progressed. He knew he made him nervous, and wanted to see how he responded when under pressure. He stumbled a few times at first, but by the end he was composed, concise in his answers.

Humm, British, that ought to tickle Angie. Second in his class, only negative seemed to be his shy nature. Probably why he didn't go into trial law.

By the end of the interview he had made up his mind. He pulled Mr. Whisnant out of the room.

"What do you think?"

Mr. Whisnant didn't hesitate.

"He's sharp, just not very confident. Other than that, he's the best so far. If I don't find anyone better, he'll get an offer."

"How many are still scheduled, Mr. Whisnant?"

"Three, all tomorrow."

"Tell me, do any look better on paper?"

"No, but they all seem competent."

"Would you do me a favor? I have a feeling about this one, and would like to hire him."

Mr. Whisnant was no fool. When Mike Hogue asked for something, you didn't refuse.

"By all means. I'll have my assistant notify the others and give them my regrets."

"Thanks, Bob. I owe you."

That made the lawyers' day.

"Don't mention it, Mike.I'm sure he'll be an asset. Do you want to tell him, or shall I?"

"I'd like to do it. Thanks again, Bob."

Bob Whisnant was practically whistling as he returned to his office.

Mike went back into the interview room.

"Mr. Jones, we like you. Tell me, have you had any offers yet?"

Shane felt the room grow smaller and the temperature rise when Mike Hogue re-entered the room. It made it hard to think.

"Yes, one, but I prefer to work here if I get the chance. I do have four more interviews lined up in the next few days."

"Are your salary requirements written in stone?"

Shane was rattled, his asking price was commensurate with the average for his specialty.

"I feel my expectations are reasonable. If you don't think I'm worth the money, say so."

Mike grinned.

"Good answer. Here's the deal. We'll give you twenty five hundred more than you ask, If you agree to start tomorrow. One time offer. If you have to think about it, if you leave before we come to terms, the offer is off the table and I wish you success in your job search. You have two minutes."

It took a full minute to get his mouth in gear.

"Thank you sir, You've just hired a good lawyer who is only going to get better with experience.

You won't regret this decision."

Mike shook his hand.

"See I don't, Mr. Jones. Remember, I value loyalty above all else." He scribbled a note on the resume. "Take this to personnel, they'll get you paperwork taken care of. See you tomorrow." 

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Shane was walking on air. He couldn't wait to tell his wife. They had been married four months.

At five three, she was an inch taller, and loved wearing four inch heels. He didn't like it, it made him seem even smaller. But she loved him deeply, and had a great body, 42 28 40, and was jet black. Even his skin seemed pale beside hers.

They celebrated that night, drinking and dancing. She was disappointed when he called it a night, but the paycheck would improve their lives greatly, they had been living on her salary as a teacher, and it had been tight.

He still didn't get any sleep. They started out with oral, her favorite. He brought her to three orgasms with her mouth before he slid up between her legs. He had insisted they have sex as soon as they talked marriage. His cock was three and a half inches long, and slender. He wanted her to know that was all she was ever going to get.

She told him that it fit just perfectly, and they were married. She carefully kept her collection of vibrators and other toys hidden to keep from hurting his feelings, and to her shame, she used them at every opportunity. She had even had to turn him down a couple times because she was sure he would detect her looseness. She blew him, she was very experienced, and deep throating him was no problem. 

It was a marriage heading towards ruin.

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Luckily, the first day was a meet and greet, settle into your office type of day. His real work began the next day. It was hard, but rewarding. He did manage to find a thing or two in contracts that saved the company money and embarrassment.Things were going well for him, professionally.

Home was a different matter, he never learned to manage money, and Donna was even worse. They were often right on the edge of bankruptcy, despite reasonable salaries.

Donna was a fourth grade teacher, and thought the wife of a lawyer should be dressed to reflect his social position. Her clothes and jewelry were over the top, nine and ten year old children didn't notice, but it made her unpopular with the rest of the teachers, middle class at best.

Mike, who hears everything, found out about their money troubles, and stepped in. Besides Dream Realty, he had another company that bought and sold distressed property. Angie didn't mind, her company didn't deal with properties of that value. Mike had managed to accumulate several decent apartment buildings, and usually had about a dozen houses for sale. He even worked a deal with Angie to offer the lower level employees a discount if they lived in one of his buildings.

It kept his buildings at full occupancy, bound the employees closer to them, and generally the units were respected. No one wanted to explain to their boss how they trashed an apartment he owned in a drunken stupor or domestic disturbance.

"Mr. Jones, How are you? Lunch?"

Shane looked up, startled. Me had only spoken to Mike three times in seven months, twice was just an exchange of hellos, the third was congratulations for catching an error that could have been very expensive to the company.

"Uh, sure. When would you like to go?"

"Right now. Do you like Mexican?"

"Yes, that would be fine. Let me....'

He was cut off with a wave.

"Your assistant can handle things, I've reservations, you know how I hate tardiness."

That part was true. One of the worst mistakes you could make with him was to keep him waiting.

He soon found himself in one of the best Mexican restaurants in town. Everyone knew Mike, and the wait staff practically fought to serve him. He knew their names, their families, and asked about them.

"How does Maria like college life?" he asked the waiter.

The waiter beamed.

"She was overwhelmed at first, she didn't think she would get to go. The scholarship came out of nowhere, I know somehow you were responsible. Our family will be forever in your debt."

Mike seemed uncomfortable in his praise.

"Nonsense, Hermando. She had the grades and drive, she deserved it. Tell her if she needs a summer intern position, give me a call. I intend to exploit her talent all the way to graduation, then I'll try to hire her. You have every right to be proud of her."

After he left, Shane had to ask.

"Did you get her the scholarship?"

"No, I just brought her to the attention of the right people. I wasn't kidding about the internship or the offer of employment. She's pretty sharp."

He changed the subject.

"How's your wife? She's a teacher right? A noble profession, seriously underpaid."

Shane showed him a picture.

"She's a beauty. Look, I've got an offer for you.

I've got a house, we're in the closing as we speak. The couple can't take possession for another six months, he's out of the country and she wants the children to finish the year in their old school district. Part of the deal is I provide a house sitter until they can move. Do you think you guys would be interested? It's a pretty nice place, and it's in your wife's district. It would help me out."

Shane was shocked. His lease was up in a month, and Donna was after him to move, but they couldn't afford the places she liked.

"Could I talk to my wife first?"

Mike chuckled.

"The first rule of real estate, Shane. You never sell a house to a married man, the wife always chooses. Here's the key. It's got a pool, service included, that may sway her. If not, I'll have to look elsewhere."

Shane was in a daze, but he did see the really nice tip Mike left, and an envelope marked "Maria".

Donna was speechless when she saw the house. They christened every room, twice, the first week.

Shane tried several times to thank him, but he brushed it off, insisting he was the one grateful.

Two months later Shane got another visit.

Mike leaned in the doorway, grinning.

"Bob tells me you know how to play golf. True?"

"Ye sir, I was a caddy in college to earn extra cash. Caddies got to play free on Tuesday morning.

I really enjoyed it."

"All right then. We have some people we're thinking about doing business with coming in day after tomorrow. They love golf, so we've arranged an outing. Bob hates golf, and Harry doesn't play.

That leaves you. They like to talk business while they golf, and I find it prudent to have one of my lawyers around. Clear that afternoon, and tell Donna you may be late. They like dinner and a few drinks afterwards."

Shane was excited, then his face fell. Mike instantly caught it.

"Problem?"

"Yes. I don't have clubs any longer. Couldn't afford it after I got married."

Mike grinned.

"That won't do. Call Donna and tell her to be ready tonight. I'm taking you two to the Three Rivers Country Club for dinner tonight, then we'll go to the pro shop and get your clubs. Then you and I are going to hit a few on the range, do a little practice putting. I'm sure Donna can amuse herself at the bar for an hour or so."

Shane was embarrassed again.

"Sir, I don't have the...."

Mike waved him down.

"Don't worry about money. I'm requiring you to do this, we'll consider it a business expense, since it will probably happen pretty often. I'll pick you up at six, the earlier we get there the quicker we can get you set up."

Donna was home by four, and Shane called her to tell her. She probably started getting ready then.

He told her casual, he was going to be hitting golf balls, after all.

Of course that went in one ear and out the other. She was dressed to the nines when he arrived in one of the company limos. She decided on an ivory dress, strapless, that contrasted nicely with her dark skin, and four inch heels, her highest.

Mike immediately swept her off her feet, complimenting her appearance. He told her how much he appreciated her letting him borrow her husband on occasion, and promised to try to limit it to a minimum.

She was living in a dream when they were delivered to the door. The restaurant was every thing she dreamed it would be.

She didn't know what to order, so Mike made a few suggestions. Shane got stuffed sea bass, while Donna and Mike had lobster. The meal was fabulous, and the chocolate dessert was decadent beyond description.

There was a woman at the bar, a business associate from his rental business, that he introduced and who took Donna under her wing, saying she would see her safe while the boys got their toys.

Mike insisted on the best, and had the pro shop open by request and the club pro available.

He got the full package, clubs, shoes, clothing, rain gear. They tried a few balls on the range, and tested six putters before he found one he was comfortable with.

Donna had gotten a little buzzed, and she and her new friend were flirting lightly with the gentlemen at the bar, basking in attention.

She looked at Mike and her husband, and shamefully admitted to herself how aroused she was around her husbands' boss.

He got a kiss at the door that night, and she felt like her lips were burning. Shane smiled, and agreed with Mike when he said they had to have dinner again sometime.

She destroyed Shane that night, and after she was sure he was asleep, crept into the bedroom on the other end of the house, got out her largest vibrator, and tried her best to kill the batteries while she fantasized about Mike.

The golf outing was a success. Shane didn't play badly considering how far out of practice he was, and really, you're not supposed to beat clients anyway. Business was discussed in snippets on the course and in depth at dinner. Mike was pleased.

It became a habit with them. They often went after work for a round. Mike found him to be competitive when they were alone, and after a few months the only thing that kept him from winning was Mike's ability to crush a drive. Shane was much better at the short game, but you didn't need much of a short game when you practically drove the greens on short par fours.

Donna grumbled about the time away, a little, but she was too infatuated with Mike to really complain. Plus every month or so he had them as guests for dinner, at a restaurant they could never afford. Once, he took them on a golf weekend, them playing during the day and then hitting the clubs at night. Mike was a fair dancer for his size, and Shane was even better than Donna, so they really looked good on the floor.

Donna was hot, and she got asked to dance a lot. She accepted because she loved to dance, but she saw Mike frowning and Shane looking embarrassed after one particular dance when she got a little carried away with the grinding, but the guy's cock felt huge, and she just had to have it against her.




The Creation Of Shanna



She immediately toned it down, dancing mostly with Shane, even making Mike dance a slow one.

He must stuff his shorts, or that thing is enormous, she thought as she pressed against him.

She doubted he stuffed his shorts. It pissed her off that so many women asked Mike to dance, he didn't have to ask for a dance at all, it seemed.

One day Mike dropped by their house just after she got home and before Shane was off.

"I've got something I think you're gonna love." He said after the hellos were over. Her eyes went directly to his crotch, wondering if she had the willpower to say no.

He handed her some papers. It was a weekend trip to a spa, for two. She looked up in surprise.

"This is a bribe. I'm going to check out a business a friend wants me to invest in, and I need to take Shane with me. It wouldn't be fair to leave you at home, but this is business, and you'd be bored. It's a wilderness experience retreat, and you camp, in the middle of nowhere, in the cold. You'd hate it. So, can Shane come out and play?"

Like she was going to turn down a spa trip.

Mike told Shane to get a sleeping bag and pack casual clothes, they wouldn't need suits. He gave a list to him, which he turned over to Donna.

The business turned out to be in a remote location in the Rocky Mountains. It was March, and snow was still on the ground, and would be for another month. The only way to the location was by snowmobile or helicopter. There was a small town of about five thousand people at the foot of the mountains they could get supplies from, and use as a base.

The business featured skiing on a private mountain, no ski lifts, you had to hike up. There was hunting, fishing, in season of course.

The base camp was a group of walled tents. No heat, no air, it was as primitive as possible. They were between seasons now, so there was no one there. The owner was in financial trouble, and they were basically there to see if the land was viable for development.

There was also a bungee jumping platform, something Mike was keen to try. The owner had arranged for a demonstration the next day.

They cooked over an open fire, steak and potatoes.

They were were alone, and Mike had a bottle, so they had a nightcap, one drink. He knew too much alcohol drew out core heat, and he didn't want to be uncomfortable while he slept. It was twenty degrees when they crawled into their sleeping bags.

Shane changed into a pair of sweats while Mike was banking the fire. He rolled out his bag, noticing that Mike was already set up, and had a double air mattress, the biggest he had ever seen.

Why hadn't Donna gotten an air mattress, it was on the list? Mike came into the tent, zipped down the bag, and started getting undressed. Soon, he was nude. It was the first time he had ever seen hm naked, and he couldn't believe how large his cock was, even flaccid, in the cold. His had shrunk to the point of almost being nonexistent.

"Aren't you going to put on anything?"

Mike laughed.

"No, I always sleep nude, and this bag is rated to forty below. I'd burn up with clothes. Good night."

There was a front coming in from the northwest, cold bitter wind. The temperature dropped from twenty above to thirty below if four hours, then two hours later it was forty below, and Shane woke up to his chattering teeth. He had never been so cold. He held out for a little while, then got up, trying to put more clothes on.

Mike heard him rattling around and turned the lamp on.

Shane, what the hell are you doing?"

He was almost crying with the cold.

"I'm cccccold," he finally stuttered out.

Mike looked around. there was a thick layer of frost on the walls of the tent. He hadn't noticed, although in his bag he was a little cool.

Shanes' lips were almost blue.

Mike was pissed.

"Damn it all! What's the rating on your bag? Never mind, you're starting to get hypothermic."

He unzipped the bag.

"Crawl in."

Shane started to get in, but Mike stopped him.

"Take your clothes off, nothing warms a body quicker than direct skin contact with another person."

Shane wanted to argue but was too cold.

He threw the sweats off hurriedly. Mike was stunned. My God, he had almost no prick at all, and he was wearing a green and orange silk thong.

"Nice panties" he said as Shane slid next to him.

He was almost crying with cold and embarrassment.

"Don't be mean. It's a male thong. Donna says I look sexy in them."

Mike grinned in the dark.

"You do."

Shane tried to move away from Mike but he had him in an embrace, spooned to him from behind.

"Stop. The whole point here is to share heat. How we gonna do that if you try to get away from me? Don't worry, I'll still respect you in the morning."

Shane was almost crying, and Mike felt bad for teasing him.

"Shh, now. It'll be better in the morning, get some sleep."

He gently rubbed his shoulders, making soothing sounds, and Shane relaxed into sleep.

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His eyes popped open the next morning, disoriented. It all came back to him, he was in Mikes' sleeping bag. He should get up, he should move, he thought, but it felt so good, and he reveled in the heat, remembering last night.

Then he realized his position. Mike had his arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace, and his were on top of them, he was almost holding his hand. He could feel the erection nestled between the cheeks of his ass. He must have morning wood, he thought. Damn that thing is huge!

Curiosity got the better of him. He could hear him breathing in a deep, regular cadence, and was sure he was asleep. He pushed his ass back, trying to feel its' length. Mike stirred and he froze, waiting to detect if he was awake. Satisfied he was asleep, he pressed back a little harder.

"You do that one more time, and I'm going to have a very good morning."

Shane squealed[like a little girl, he thought later]and tried to disengage.

It was useless. Mike had those big arms around him and one leg over him, pinning him helplessly.

"Lay still, sweetie, all this grinding is making it hard on me. Ha! Hard on me, isn't that funny?"

He was laughing quietly while Shane sobbed.

"Please don't hurt me!"

"Oh, I wouldn't hurt you, you're one of my favorite people. All you have to do is ask nicely, though, and I'm all yours."

He dry humped him a few times to make his point.

Shane was crying uncontrollably.

Mike felt pity on him.

"Tell you what, you say 'I'm Mikes' little sleeping bag sweetie' and I'll let you up, but only if you say it like you mean it."

Shane beat his one free hand against him, it was like hitting a rock.

"Please, don't make me."

"I'm not making you sweetie, I'm asking you nicely." Mike cooed in his ear, "But if you want, I have ways of making you talk."

A few months before Donna had told him how ticklish Shane was, so he took one hand and started tickling his sides and stomach.

Shane was trying to scream and laugh at the same time. After two minutes he begged him to stop, telling him he would say it.

The tickling instantly stopped. It took a few seconds to get his breath back before he whispered "I'm Mikes' little sleeping bag sweetie."

"Sorry, sweetie, I couldn't hear you."

"I'm Mikes' little sleeping bag sweetie."

I almost heard you that time. Say it loud this time or the tickling starts again."

Shane almost screamed "I'M MIKES' LITTLE SLEEPING BAG SWEETIE!"

Mike now knew what he had suspected all along. Shane was a submissive by natural inclination. He decided to have a little fun with it.

Mike kissed the back of his neck. It sent chills up and down his spine.

"You don't have to yell, I'm not deaf. But for the rest of the day, when I ask you what you are, you better look me in the eye and tell me. If you don't, you might force me to spank you, no matter where we are. Understand, sweetie?"

Shane could only nod.

"Good, time to get up. You get to make breakfast. Come on sweetie, up and at'em. We got a full day."

He yanked the sleeping bag open, gave Shane a smack on the ass, and shoved him out. The cold hit him like a slap. He scurried into his sweats while Mike rose, leisurely, shoved his feet into boots, and went to the latrine without dressing.

How can he stand it, thought Shane as he built the fire up, luxuriating in the warmth.

Shane fixed breakfast and washed up in water heated by the fire. Mike frowned when he saw how he was dressed.

"Come on sweetie, let's go to town and get you some decent clothes. We need to meet the owner and do an inspection tour, and he's promised us a bungee jump."

Just before he got on the snowmobile he asked Shane what he was.

Shane looked down and gave him the phrase he was looking for. Mike smacked his ass, hard. He looked up in surprise.

"Doesn't count if you're not looking me in the eye and saying it like you mean it. Do it again."

Mike made him repeat it four times before he smiled and patted his ass.

"Thank you. Now, let's get down the mountain and get my sweetie something warn."

They took a two seater snowmobile with a big storage compartment. In town, Mike bought Shane some thermal underwear, felt lined waterproof jeans, a felt lined flannel shirt. There was a heavy sweater in bright designs that fit him, so Mike bought it.

Shane was embarrassed and the storekeeper was grinning. It was obviously a womans' sweater, a high turtleneck.

Mike overrode his objections.

"It's the only sweater in here small enough to fit you. We need to get you a jacket, people will never see it. And if they do, so what. It's better to be warm."

They got him a Carhartt jacket, also in a womans' size. thermal mittens, and a knit cap, the last one they had left, it was the end of the season after all. It was pink. Shane refused to wear it until Mike threatened to make him say what he was in front of the shopkeeper.

Dressed out in his new clothes, curly black hair sticking out of a pink cap, colorful sweater underneath a partially zipped coat, from a distance everyone thought he was a woman.

The man he was to meet joined them in the only cafe for lunch. Shane had to take off his coat and cap, but still had on the sweater. The man wanted to know if he was his wife.

"Nope" said Mike grinning, "this is my lawyer."

The man, a big, gruff rancher, shook his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am."

Shane flushed and mumbled a reply. Mike hugged him.

"Don't mind her, she's a little shy."

She glowed all the way to the bungee platform.

It was cold, the wind was blowing, and the platform was high. Shane was afraid of heights, but didn't want to disappoint Mike, so he followed him to the edge. Two locals, part time employees of the rancher, were waiting. 

The one who rigged Mike and Shane was a professional and took his job seriously.

"Remember, If you decide not to jump, all you have to do is say so. No one jumps unless they want to. Ready?"

Mike let out a mighty yell and dove off the platform, whooping all the way down.

Shane looked over the edge and froze.

"I don't want to do this."

Her handler wasn't as professional as Mikes', in fact he was a general fuckup, working only because he was related to the owner. He had already knocked down a pint of brandy they kept around to give the jumpers a shot, celebrating the experience. He wanted to get back to the bar.

"Come on, lady, jump."

He taunted her.

"Come on, girl, don't pussy out now. Show your man what you can do."

Shane was trying to back away from the edge.

"I ain't got all day, girl, jump!"

He pushed him, and he went over the edge screaming while the other man tried to stop him.

Two things happened. He fainted and wet his pants.

He came to on the platform, jumped up into Mikes' arms and started crying hysterically.

Mike was hugging him, trying to calm him down.

The professional was apologizing while the part timer glared. He knew he had screwed up and was trying to bluff his way out of it.

Mike was furious. The rancher had been in the truck, and when he realized what was happening he jumped out, but it was too late.

"This is what you call a thrilling experience? Shane could have had a heart attack! I hope this isn't how you treat all your customers. No wonder you're trying to get investors."

The rancher was apologizing, sacking the part timer on the spot.

They drove back to town in silence, Shane was holding his hand and refused to let go.

They stopped by the general store and bought a new pair of jeans for Shane, and went to the rancher's house for dinner. The woman mothered Shane, tsking to her husband about her cousin.

"You knew he was bad to drink. I can't believe he did this."

They dined and took the offer of hot showers. They would have stayed, but Shane was uncomfortable, so they snowmobiled back to the camp. He built a huge fire and wrapped Shane in a quilt he had bought. They sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

He reached over and rubbed his cheek.

"I'm sorry Shane. Why didn't you tell me you were afraid of heights?"

"I didn't think it mattered. I wasn't planning on jumping. I geared up so I would feel safe watching you jump. Who knew my rigger was a drunk asshole?"

Mike sighed.

"I'll make it up to you, somehow. Ready for bed?"

Shane nodded, and Mike banked the fire.

Mike thought he was going to sleep in his own bag, it wasn't as cold, and the new quilt would have kept him warm. He was surprised when Shane asked if he could sleep with him.

He threw back to edge of the bag.

"Come on."

He was wearing a powder blue thong this time.

"Tell Donna she has great taste in panties, sweetie."

Shane snuggled in.

"Don't be mean to me tonight, I've had a bad day."

Mike smiled in the dark.

"Next you'll be telling me you've got a headache."

"Mike!"

"Sorry, sweetie. Goodnight."

Shane lay for a long time wrapped in Mikes' arms, thinking.

The next day, after Mike made him say he was his sweetie, they broke camp. Eating lunch with the rancher, they made tentative plans for a partnership in a resort, if Angie was game. If not, Mike might go it alone.

They turned in the snowmobile, and were just about to leave when Mike saw the part timer go into a tavern down the street.

"Care for a drink, Sweetie?"

"Mike, please don't."

"Come on, one drink, what can it hurt?'

The man was whining about getting canned when they took a table. He noticed him in the mirror.

"Well, well, if it isn't the giant and his faggot girlfriend. These slickers got me fired." He told the patrons.

The bartender warned him not to start something, but he couldn't let it die.

He stomped over to the table. 

"Get up, big man. I'm gonna fuck you up, and just plain fuck your little girlfriend. She won't be tight when me and my buddies get done with her."

He stood back swaying, pleased with his wit. Mike smiled, a tight lipped smile with no mirth.

"That explains a lot. This is a gay bar, who would have thought this far out in the boonies.

Sorry boys, he's not gay. You'll have to fuck and suck each other, I guess. Then again, if you ask me nice I might let you blow me. I've not had a woman in five days, I probably can give you a ton of cum the first time. Gotta warn you though, I don't like spitters, swallow it all or don't bother, unless you want it in your ass. Of course, with the long winters you have up here, you got nothin' else to do. You could probably drive a Winnebago up your ass and have room to turn around."

The man went pale, then red.

"You son of a bitch" he screamed, and swung his fist. Mike just leaned back, and it went whistling by.

Mike held up his hand.

"You need to stop. Know who I am? I was the bronze medalist in judo at the Olympics twelve years ago. I'm a fourth degree black belt. Leave us alone, we'll leave and let you go back to watching Priscilla, Queen of the Desert."

"I don't give a fuck! If a belt don't hold up your jeans it ain't worth shit. I got buddies, you can't whip us all."

True enough, four or five of his slacker friends had gathered behind him.

Mike grinned.

"Wanna test that theory? Take a swing."

Of course the idiot tried. He was the first to go through the plate glass window. Two more went out in succession. He was thumping on the other two when another slipped up behind him with a pool cue.

Shane just reacted, grabbing a full longneck and brought it down on his head. Mike looked around.

"Thanks, sweetie" he smiled, just as the last of the men fell. 

He sat down and ordered another beer. The bartender looked at him.

"Are you crazy? You just trashed my bar and now You want another beer?"

Mike just smiled. 

"I didn't start it." He pointed at a video camera in the corner.

"The tape in that machine will prove it. But, I'll tell you what, bring me another beer and I'll pay for the damages, provided you give me no grief when the cops come. Think you can get the money out of those assholes?"

The bartender brought them another round, on the house. After the report was made and the check was written, they went home.

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"There you go Anna. Now you know about the first time I slept with Mike Hogue. It's getting late, I'll have someone escort you back to your house.

Goodnight, Anna."

It was three days before she got to spend more time with Shanna. The family kept her occupied, swimming, snorkeling, sailing, horseback excursions, mountain climbing. She collapsed after dinner ever night. She couldn't remember the last time she was this relaxed.

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Shanna made plans to spend the day with her on Saturday. By now all the kids were calling her Aunt Anna. Jasmine had adopted her, following her around, guiding her when she needed it. She even slept in her house one night.

"The kids are a handful aren't they?"

Anna smiled.

"It was odd, your children and the others following me around at first. They all seem so happy."

Shanna smiled back.

"They are happy, for the most part. Don't get me wrong, there are bad apples in every society, even this one."

"But these people have more affinity for children than anyone I've ever met. Our laws reflect that. Physical child abuse carries a heavy penalty. And raping a child gets you the worst punishment possible in our society, right up there with murder and adult rape and abuse."

"You have the death penalty?"

"No Anna, we have something worse. Banishment.

We don't execute or do long term incarcerations, we 'outsource' it to a neighboring country."

"If, for instance, you rape a child, you get banished for life. We don't just send you away, you serve fifteen years in their prisons. Those prisons are not pleasant, that's why we use them. If you survive your jail term, you're sent to yet another country. You are never allowed to leave it. We pay for burial expenses, but don't support them."

"The same rules apply for foreign visitors. They go to the same prisons, and when they are released, they can return to their native land.

We're probably the only country in the world who doesn't grant criminal immunity to diplomats. We don't violate their embassies or try to find out their secrets, we just insist they follow the same rules."

Anna found that fascinating.

"Don't countries try to pressure you about that?"

Shanna grimaced at a memory.

"Some have tried. One country had an senior member that raped a woman and they flew him out of the country while charges were pending."

"We expelled the whole delegation, shut down their embassy, and severed ties completely. No one from that country can enter ours on pain of a years' imprisonment. No negotiation."

"Did they accept that?"

"Oh, they blustered and threatened, and when they found us serious they tried to compromise. That was three years ago. Now, countries make the diplomats fully aware of what they face when they get posted here. Incidents are rare and dealt with swiftly. It works well for us."




The Creation Of Shanna



"I want to talk more deeply about your legal system. I know you were almost singlehandedly revamped your legal code. but before we get too far into that, I'd like to return to your history. How long did it take you to realize who you are, and get together with your husband?"

Shanna smiled, remembering. What virgin forgets her first time?

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It took a little time, but the bad memories of the camping trip faded. He still woke up occasionally screaming, dreaming he was falling.

Donna would cuddle him until he calmed down.

She chewed Mike out when she found out what happened. He apologized to her, offering to pay for therapy.

"He'll be all right. But the next time you drag him off somewhere, make it warm, and make sure he's safe!"

Mike thought about that for awhile. Angie wanted him to check out a resort in the Caribbean islands that was rumored to be in financial straits and could perhaps be acquired reasonably. She was off to Scotland, to mediate the purchase of a castle. Things were going well for the company.

He stopped by Shane's office.

"Morning, sweetie."

He developed the habit of calling him that since the camping trip, but only when they were alone.

Shane had gotten used to it, even feeling disappointed sometimes when he didn't.

"Good morning, Mike. What brings you down?"

"School is over for the summer isn't it? Good.

Go home tonight, tell Donna to pack her bags. Tell her to pack light, we'll be on an island.

Four days. She can soak up sun and get some spa time while you and I work. Think she would like that?"

Shane smiled at the thought.

"Mmm, let's see. Four days on an island eating, drinking, dancing, being pampered, or four days at home bored out of her mind. I'm sure she'll have to think about it."

Great. We leave next Wednesday, with a stop over for me in Atlanta. I'm going to see an old friend. I'll join you Thursday"

Donna probably didn't sleep at all before the trip. packing, unpacking. They were 'housesitting' again, this one the most opulent so far. Shane wondered what would happen to them if he ever fell out of favor with Mike. Best not to think about it. 

They stopped off with Mike long enough to meet his friend. Shane wanted to see the man Mike called his closest friend, perhaps because he was a little jealous.

Martin Coombs was a giant, easily four inches taller than Mike. Black, stylishly dressed, he had one thing in common with Mike. They oozed power, Mike in an understated way that only came out when he wanted it to, but Martin with pride. He looked dangerous, and Shane felt he was.

They hugged like brothers, and when he introduced them, Shane felt they were being judged like livestock. He held Donnas' hand a little longer than necessary, looking at Shane. It was like he was letting him know he was the Alpha, and if wanted her there was nothing he could do about it.

Donna was looking at him like he was a god. He couldn't wait to get on the airplane.

Mike joined them the next day, and while Donna was getting the full treatment at the spa, Mike and Shane went over the books. The place was shabby, and in need of some maintenance. Both suspected the books had been cleaned up a bit.

The two owners seemed just a little too anxious to get them out of the office. 

The next two days were given over to enjoyment, the owners making sure everyone knew they were very important, and they were treated like royalty.

They played a round of golf the next day while Donna sunned, noticing the sad shape of the greens. They listened at the clubhouse as other patrons expressed disappointment at the amenities.

The resort was all inclusive, and they complained about the quality of the food and drink. The clubs were all right in the muted light, but in full sun they seemed a little shabby.

Donna loved to dance, and Mike had treated her to some new dancewear. She never missed a song, but had learned to save all her slow dances for Shane, with at least one for Mike. She developed a habit of getting her partners on the far side of the floor, where she could grind into them discretely. She was always aroused by the end of the evening.

Mike had no trouble finding dance partners, and before the night was over he had a tall brunette on his arm. Both Shane and Donna felt jealousy when he took her back to the suite.

They had a two bedroom suite with a large common area between, both with private baths.

Donna pretty much raped Shane, making him eat her to her usual three orgasms, before giving up her ass. She actually preferred it because it gave her a pleasant full sensation, but wouldn't tell Shane to spare his feelings. When he was spent he fell asleep almost instantly. Donna lay there, unsatisfied.

She was going to slip quietly into the bathroom and masturbate, when she heard Mike and his brunette. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided she needed a drink. She crept into the common area.

Mike had his bedroom door open. There was muted light, and Donna got a full view. The woman was riding him reverse cowgirl, facing the door. Donna watched in amazement as she plunged up and down, rising to reveal a cock at least twice as long as Shanes'. Her hand went to her mouth when Mike casually flipped her off and mounted her doggie style. My god, that thing must be a foot long, she thought, as she watched in fascination, before creeping to the bar. She drank two beers before the noise stopped.

"Hello, Donna" came a voice behind her.

She twirled around to see Mike, naked, his still semi hard cock dangling.

He walked around the bar and fixed two drinks.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked casually.

She could only nod.

"Me too. Now, excuse me, it's time for round three."

He came around, gave her a hug, and went back to his room. He didn't bother to close the door.

Donna looked at her watch. They had been in the suite for two hours. Round three?

Then she noticed she hadn't tied her short silk robe, and she had sat before him at the bar with all her charms in view.

She went back to their room, slipped into the bathroom, bit down on a towel so no one would hear her scream, and masturbated for an hour.

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The next morning they had breakfast in the suite.

The brunette was long gone.

"Sleep well?" asked Mike with his customary grin.

"Like a rock" said Shane, as he reached for a scone to go with his tea.

"How about you Donna? I heard you rattling around pretty late."

Her blush was evident, even on skin dark as hers.

"I was a little restless, but had a nightcap and it settled me."

Mike grinned wider and winked at her when Shane poured his tea.

"Good, I have a surprise for you. We're going out to a remote location most tourists don't get to see, and do some snorkeling."

Donna was apprehensive.

"I don't know, I'm not a very good swimmer."

"Don't worry, Donna. It's pretty shallow where we are going, and we'll have two guides to watch over us. You don't have to, but I wish you'd come along."

That decided it.

She had a ball. The guides were attentive to her, helping her in the water. They got a little to touchy when Mike and Shane weren't looking.

She flirted, enjoying the attention. They couldn't take their eyes of her breasts, One even held one while he showed her how the snorkel worked. It made him too bold, and when he thought it was safe slid a finger underneath the back of her thong. When his fingers grazed her pussy she tried to yelp but got a mouthful of sea water.

Mike had risen up at just that moment, and something in his eyes made the guides scurry back to the boat.

"You all right?"

Donna was blushing again. "Yes, but please stay close."

Shane surfaced at that moment, eyes shining in joy. They stayed for another hour, and the guides seemed to keep the boat between themselves and Donna.

They returned for lunch and Mike told him he had a surprise for them. There were two packages on their bed.

"We're going to another part of the resort, their most private beach. It's supposed to be their most popular feature so we need to check it out.

Now, go open you present."

They were stunned. It was matching thongs, in neon orange. They looked up in wonder.

Mike had done this deliberately. He already knew Shane had submissive tendencies, and he suspected Donna did also. This was his acid test.

"Guys, it's a topless beach. You're both so attractive, you'll steal the beach!"

He put his best smile on and continued.

"They want to turn this place into an all adult site. This is just research."

He looked sad.

"Of course, if you don't want to go, I'll understand. But before you decide, why not try them on. And model them for me. Donna if it doesn't make you uncomfortable in front of me, you should be okay on the beach. We'll both be with you, I guarantee your safety. Try them on, what could it hurt?"

He left them and went to make a drink.

Donna looked to Shane, but he couldn't make a decision. He wanted desperately to please Mike, but wasn't at all sure about Donna being topless.

Donna took command, she wanted to please him also.

"Well, it won't hurt to try them on."

They stripped, and had to actual help each other adjust, they were that clingy.

Here goes nothing" said Shane, going out the door.

Mike was stunned. The tight thong combined with his small penis gave the illusion of a flat chested woman. The only flaw was the mass of pubic hair flowing out of the sides.

Donna came out slowly, keeping her arms over her breasts.

"Donna!" said Mike, with the firm voice of command, "Drop you arms. There's going to be forty to sixty people on that beach, and you'll share one thing with all the women there, you'll be as bare chested as they are."

Donna found herself instantly dropping her hands to her sides, sticking her chest out.

Mike whistled in appreciation.

"I take that back, you won't have anything in common with them. You have the most impressive set of tits I've ever seen!"

Donna suspected he had seen quite a few breasts in his time. That and the way he said tits instead of breasts made her nipples harden instantly.

"Oh, like being bragged on, do we? Turn around both of you."

They obeyed instantly. He had two attractive asses before him, the small strip of cloth disappearing between their cheeks. Shane's slender, light brown bottom contrasted nicely with Donnas', dark, full, conjuring up images of a Nubian fertility goddess. He got a massive erection, and he couldn't tell which one it was for. Both, he decided.

Donna was proud of her thick bush, and only shaved the area necessary for swimwear. That wouldn't work in the thong.

Mike grinned, he hadn't told them to turn back around and they still stood with their backs to him.

"Relax, have a drink. I have to make a call."

They were sitting there with a beer when the knock came. Two people entered the room with fold down tables and carryalls.

They guided them to the tables.

"Strip, please."

They looked over at Mike.

"Come on, my lovelies, can't have that unattractive hair sticking out, now can we? They're professionals, the quicker we get this done the quicker we can hit the beach."

The fact that Mike never left the room and watched their naked bodies being made hairless made them very aroused. By the time the lotion had been applied Shane had the biggest erection in his life and Donna was dripping, her pink folds in startling contrast to her ebony skin, slick with arousal. His technician stroked it a few times when Donna wasn't looking, giggling as she did. Hers teased also, slipping his hand into her and flicking her clit furiously for a few seconds, almost bringing her off the table.

Mike tipped the technicians and thanked them, before turning back into the room.

"Well, my lovelies, looks like you two need to relieve some tension before we go out. Thirty minutes enough time?"

Shane was trying to decide whether he wanted them to fuck in front of him when Donna dragged him to the bedroom.

After a quick oral orgasm Donna mounted him, reverse cowgirl, and guided his cock into her pussy for a few strokes before sliding it into her ass. She rode him, one hand flicking her clit while the other tweaked and pulled her nipples.

She looked up to see Mike, watching. She deliberately plunged her hand into her soaked cunt, brought it up to her nipples and coated them with juice before going back to stroking her clit. She took each breast and held it up, using her tongue to lick them clean.

Mike responded by dropping his shorts and stroking his enormous erection. The sight of it triggered a huge orgasm and she screamed. This drove Shane over the edge and he deposited the largest load he could ever remember into her ass.

He had no idea Mike had watched them, his view was blocked By Donna, and when Donna regained her senses she looked up in panic, but Mike was gone.

...............................................

Mike came back in a small Speedo.

He noticed the looks.

"Sorry, can't fit into a thong, things keep falling out. That would get us thrown off the beach. Shall we?"

He helped both of them into short, silky robes, before donning one of terrycloth.

They took a courtesy golf cart to the beach. Enclosed by a fence, access was carefully controlled. They were expected, and welcomed, with chairs, a table, and umbrella already set up. Large towels and lotion were on the table.

They were allowed to keep the robes on until they reached the table. The attendant stood patiently, waiting.

"Come on guys, you have to give up your robes. Keeps the sightseers out. They'll be returned when we leave."

He handed his robe to the man and stood there waiting. Finally he told them what he expected.

"If you don't want to stay, go. I'll understand. I need to stay, one of he owners is meeting me here."

They couldn't stand the tone of disappointment in his voice, both stripping off the robes quickly.

They were rewarded with a bright smile.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Look around, there isn't a more attractive couple here."

He was right. There were a few hardbodies, really attractive, but most were in their thirties or older, average people with average bodies, out for a unique experience, bragging rights to the guys back home.

Many a guy got some good loving when they describe the experience to friends, telling them their wife was the hottest woman there, even if in reality she had sagging breasts and wide hips. To them they probably were the hottest things on the beach. The women would be impressed with their daring, grumbling to their husbands because they've never taken them on an adventure.

He sat under the umbrella. 

"Come here, let me lotion your backs."

They stood in front of him submissively as he oiled them from neck to cheek, almost caressing them.

"Now finish each other, and be careful around your bottoms, it'll still be a little tender where the hair was removed. Can't have you burned and spoil the rest of the trip.

He sat in the shade and watched as they gently lotioned each other before lying down on the towels. Mike starting working with his laptop, and stopped when the owner came by, talking quietly. He kept an eye on Shane and Donna as he talked.

They drew a crowd, mostly guys. Mike watched in amusement as they both got hit on. Some were surprised Shane was male, the others didn't care.

Two guys got a little aggressive and they looked to Mike for help, so he strolled over.

"Time to turn, my babies. Don't want you sunburned."

One guy looked at his size and took off right away, the other stood his ground.

"Which one is yours?"

Mike eyed the guy, half drunk and wanting to appear macho.

"Both, and I don't share. Wouldn't matter, they're both addicted to my ten inch cock, think you can compete?"

The man looked down involuntarily at the front of his speedo, which hid nothing. He immediately turned red.

Mike looked at his loose baggy trunks that went to his knees.

"I guess we see who the bull is now. Run along."

He said it in a light voice, but the look in his eyes wasn't friendly.

The guy whispered "you lucky bastard", and took off.

He looked down, Shane had rolled onto his stomach, cute butt on display, and Donna was on her back, proud breasts pointing skyward. She had on sunglasses, but he knew she was watching him when he saw her nipples harden.

He bent over managing to graze a nipple with one hand and slide the other lightly over Shane's bottom.

"Twenty minutes and we need to go. We have dinner reservations."

He left them to stroll. The drink station needed painting, and the lifeguard was more interested in staring at Donna than scanning the swimmers. He frowned.

They had retrieved their robes and they drove back, discussing the day. They all agreed the place had potential, but was badly mismanaged.

Donna was still aroused, she had discovered she was an exhibitionist, and loved the attention she got. She couldn't wait to do it again.

.................................................

The owners pulled out all the stops, taking them to the most exclusive restaurant and club in town.

Mike let his hair down, and they partied hard. Shane and Donna barely remembered getting back to the suite. Mike was pretty buzzed, but he did manage to get them into bed. When he managed to get their clothes off, they still had on the matching thongs. He left them on, stripped, and since he had dropped them in his room, with the only bed that was big enough for his size, he stripped off and got between them. He went to sleep with them snuggled under each arm.

Two hours later Donna woke up, trying to figure out what she was hearing. It came to her, she was snuggled up to Mike. Where was Shane?

She felt a bit of panic until she felt his arm, lying next to her on Mikes' stomach. 

We must have really been buzzed, she thought as she lay there. Should I wake Shane and get him into our room? No, too much trouble, besides, she liked having his huge arm wrapped round her as her nipples pressed into his side.

She lightly slipped her arm down. Yes, he was naked, and yes, she had her hand just above his cock. Lightly, she grazed the head, rewarded by a little lurch. She snatched her hand back for a second, but his breathing didn't break pattern.

She grinned in the dark, took Shanes' hand, and slowly slid it down, shocked when his hand instinctively wrapped around it. She moved his hand up and down, slow, so slowly. His cock immediately started swelling.

She did this for several minutes before she felt Shane wake. Frozen, she waited to see what he would do. He raised up slightly to look. She looked into his eyes, then felt his hand move on its' own. Up and down, up and down, slowly, softly.

She took her hand off and placed it beneath his, amazed that there was almost two inches left over.

She used her hand to guide him, speeding up, slowing down. Mike was starting to move around, and she was afraid he was going to wake. She was starting to stroke faster. Recognizing the impending explosion, she panicked. How were they going to explain how his cum came to be all over the sheets.

Just as he was about to explode, she wrapped her lips around the head. That set him off, and she was swallowing furiously, barely keeping up. Damn, was he never going to stop cumming? He had even placed a hand on her head. Was he awake? No, just afterwards his hand dropped and the snoring resumed.

Donna slid off the bed, motioning for Shane to follow. They went into the bathroom. 

She twirled, giving him a deep kiss that tasted of Mike, then sat down on the toilet to talk.

Her bottom no sooner hit the seat when Shane grabbed her head and jammed his small cock in her mouth. This wasn't what she expected, and despite his length she gagged. It wasn't mutual, he held her head and slammed into her furiously, blowing in about three minutes, ramming it in the full length and keeping it there.




The Creation Of Shanna



Still not saying a word he took her hand and led her to bed, but not before they took a warn cloth and cleaned Mike, trying to destroy the evidence.

Shane kissed her in the bedroom, told her to never speak of what happened, and went to sleep.

Donna was aroused beyond measure, and without the benefit of her toys was going crazy. Finally she slipped from the bed, went to the bar, opened a long neck beer, poured it out, and masturbated relentlessly with it for thirty minutes.

Mike was first up, grinning when they came out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, my babies. Sleep well?"

All he got was a couple noncommittal grunts.

"Looks like somebody had too much fun last night! I know I did. Tell me, who did I bring home last night? I don't remember a thing."

They assured him he had brought no one home.

"Strange, I could have sworn I got a.... never mind, must have been a dream.

It was a quiet plane ride home.

...............................................

They didn't invest in the resort. deemed it too risky. Angie didn't invest in the mountain retreat but Mike did, sending up a professional manager and making upgrades. It became profitable in the second year.

Donna and Shane finally talked, agreeing it was a once in a lifetime experience, never to be repeated. But the seeds had been planted. Donna dreamed of huge cocks, while Shane fixated on Mike. Things were headed for a crash.

Angie Browne-Davies was infatuated with Shane, flirting openly, telling him how cute he would be as a girl, how she would love to train him in womanly ways. It made him nervous, and one day it was so blatant that he went to Mike in tears.

Mike was furious. Ir was the first and only major disagreement they ever had.

"Angie, you have to stop. You've gone over the edge on this, he has a real strong sexual harassment case here. Besides, you like the rough boys, and he's a mouse."

She was adamant.

"I could train him, you know. I've done it before.

A little slap here, a little paddle there, and he would be all mine."

"You'd destroy him, Angie. He's married, his wife is a nice girl. Let it go." Mike pleaded.

"Would you try to stop me?"

Mike stood, his body seemed to swell. Power poured out of him as he bent over her desk. She instinctively shrank back.

"No, Angie" he said quietly, "I would stop you."

"I'd stand beside him on the complaint. And I would sell my shares of this company and go out on my own. Is he worth that to you? He is to me.

I don't have many friends and he is one of the few. I used to think you were my friend, maybe I was wrong."

Angie was shocked. She had never seen him like this. They had gone public a year ago and had made a bundle. She knew Mike had quietly been buying up shares and approved, believing he would always be by her side. She still held majority ownership, but if he dumped his stock and started a new company he could hurt her badly. The little bitch wasn't worth it.

"Mike, please, calm down. I'll leave him alone, there are plenty of other little playmates out there, I'll forget this one by tomorrow.

................................................ 

Things went well for them that year, very well.

They made a really good profit, following Mikes' lead, buying distressed properties of millionaires that suddenly found themselves broke. Foe every three that went broke, there was one who managed to profit, and wanted the best. They made sure they supplied the best. Their peak came when they sold one whole island of a small Pacific country that needed the money to stay solvent to a multi-billionaire whose girlfriend thought it was cute.

It was the jewel in their crown, and Mike brokered it.

The Fourth of July was coming up. As a Brit, Angie found it distasteful. To counteract it, she declared a British style holiday, and gave everyone three weeks off with pay and a bonus.

Shane was worried. Donna was getting out of control, maxxing their credit cards and straining their finances. They had to move in a month, and Mike didn't have a house for them. He was sure he had something in one of his apartment buildings, but it wouldn't be the same. 

Angie got wind of this, and used it to her advantage. She had never quite given up on Shane.

She struck a deal, One week with her, sex free, if he did what she said. In return he would get an extra ten thousand on his bonus check.

They kept it a secret from Mike and Donna, telling Donna he had to work and he couldn't take her with him this time, and telling Mike he was going to spend some alone time with Donna.

Mike thought something was up because Shane couldn't look him in the eye, but put it down to marital stress.

He took the first week of the holiday working on projects he had on the side, before going to Vegas for a few days. They were holding an auto auction, and he was interested in three. Angie was there, they were going to get together for drinks and dinner.

Three days before he was to leave, Angie sent him a text and picture.

"Your perfect girl" it said, showing a stocking clad leg in high heels.

Two days before she sent another text and picture.

"She wants you."

It showed a woman in profile, so dark you couldn't make out any features, but the overall impression was of beauty.

The day before he got there she sent him one last photo.

"She's yours if you want her." It was a picture of a profile, curly black hair covering all her face except her lips.

Mike was intrigued, but Angie refused to talk about it, asking him to meet her at a nightclub at ten the next night.

Mike arrived in Vegas, Angie had made his reservations, so he was settled in his suite quickly. He texted her he would in town and would meet her later, and spent the afternoon checking out cars. He ended up buying a 1968 Firebird convertible with a 400 ram air engine and a four speed transmission, candy apple red with black interior and top, rebuilt from the wheels up. He arranged to have a temporary tag put on it so me could drive it home. He intended to take ten days and just ramble, no firm destination.

He dressed for the club, wondering again who the mystery woman was.

Angie sent a text that they had already started and he needed to get his ass it there or someone else would snatch her up.

He was reading the text as he stepped out of the elevator in front of the club.

His eyes were drawn to a petite woman in a black dress, long black hair cascading down her back.

The dress was backless, held up by spaghetti straps. She was accompanied by two large men who had her arms, pulling her along. He could tell she was a bit drunk.

She was struggling against them. 

"Please, leave me alone! My boyfriend will be here any minute, he won't be happy. Please."

Her voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it.

One of the men laughed.

"We know your type. You girly boys all want the same thing, a big cock. Lucky you, we're going to give you two."

She struggled harder and lifted her face, looking right at Mike.

It was Shane. He was halfway to her before he thought.

"Here's my boyfriend now! You better leave."

They looked at him, not letting go of her arms.

"Fuck off, big man. We found her first. There's two of us, we're not scared."

Mike didn't even speak. His leg flashed out. It was cold, calculated, and meant to hurt. He buried one shoe in the nearest mans' crotch. He was in such pain he didn't even cry out, collapsing onto the floor.

He smiled, an evil look, and said "Now there's one of you, scared yet?"

Before it got any farther three bouncers rushed out of the bar. The man let go of Shane, and he collapsed into Mike, sobbing hysterically.

"Miss, miss, are you all right?"

One of the bouncers was speaking, she was still sobbing so he talked to Mike.

"Sorry we're a little late, we had a bit of a dust up on the dance floor, and before we knew it they had hustled her out. Our monitor man notified us, we got her as quick as we could. They wouldn't have gotten far, hotel security had already been alerted."

Just as he said that another elevator opened and three men came rushing out. The bouncers waved them off.

"Sir, if you wish to press charges, we can furnish video. If you don't want her to go through a trial, we'll handle it in house. These two will be banned from the club and the hotel."

He paused, looking at the men.

"I'm sure they can be persuaded to leave quietly. If you wish to go back into the club, please, be our guests."

Shane had calmed down, and Mike had a burning desire to talk to Angie, so they went back in. He found her in the VIP room, with a boytoy on her knee. She saw the look in his eyes and threw the boy off, rising.

"Mike! Did you enjoy your surprise. I hope..."

That's all she got out before Mike slapped her, rocking her head back.

"You stupid bitch! She almost got raped tonight, where were you? Why weren't you keeping an eye on her?"

Angie noticed the use of the pronouns, but said nothing, holding one hand out in supplication, the other to her jaw.

"I'm sorry Mike! She wanted to surprise you, and I found the cutest little companion. I didn't know she was in trouble. Please Mike, calm down."

The bouncers had arrived, wondering how hard it would be to take this giant down, when Shane spoke up.

"Please, honey, it wasn't her fault. I was nervous, and drank more than I should. One asked for a dance, and when we got on the floor the other appeared and got me out the door. It wasn't her fault, please don't be mad at her."

The 'honey' comment barely registered, but it calmed him down. He sighed.

"Sorry Angie, it was the heat of the moment. What have you two been up to?"

Angie smiled.

"I'll tell you, but first let us go to the ladies room and fix her face."

Shane's makeup was a mess, and he thought it would give them all a chance to settle down. He apologized to the bouncers, and asked for a drink, soda water with a twist of lime. He didn't think alcohol was a good idea at the time.

They came back and Angie was smiling, holding Shane by the hand.

"What do you think Mike? Isn't she adorable?"

She twirled Shane around, giving Mike a good look.

High heels, at least four inches. Patterned black thigh highs, simple black dress, breast forms so cleverly matched to her skin color you couldn't tell unless you really looked close, long, flowing hair, obviously extensions, and simple understated makeup that really brought out her eyes. Diamond stud earrings and a simple gold chain round her neck. All in all a very attractive package.

"Beautiful actually," he said noting her blush,

"but tell me, how did this come about?"

Angie smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

"Simple. After our first, er, discussion about Shane, I knew you cared for her. She is quite beautiful, I just wanted you to see it."

"I have a friend here that runs C.D.U., Cross Dresser University, that teaches trans how to dress, how to behave, how to apply make up, and generally learn the things that will make their lifestyle easier. She wants to franchise, and wants me to buy into her business. I persuaded her to take Shane as a student, and add some private tutoring. What do you think of my creation."

"Just how did you talk her into this?" asked a curious Mike.

"I paid her, giving her some extra bonus money."

Mike looked at Shane.

"Is that true?"

Shane nodded.

"Where's Donna? Why isn't she here? And why did you agree to it?"

Shane hung his head.

"Donna is home, hanging out with friends. She thinks I'm working. I did it for the money, Donna is in over her head, I'm going to take the money and pay off a credit card. Please don't tell her what I'm doing."

"Don't worry, I won't. You know you could have come to me, I would have helped." Mike said, sadly.

Shane burst out.

"I owe you too much now. If you want to help us, help me come up with a payment plan to keep us out of bankruptcy. I swear I'll stick to it."

Mike reached out and took her hand, it seemed natural.

"I'm sad you couldn't come to me. And Angie is right, you make a very attractive girl. I'm leaving tomorrow, I bought a car, and I'm going to drive round the country for a time before I go back to the office. Don't worry, I'll be ready to go when the holiday ends. We'll work on your finances then."

He kissed both on the cheek, and strode out of the club.

His phone rang several times but he ignored it.

He was in his suite, just about asleep, when it started ringing again. It was Shane. He started to ignore it, but decided short of turning it off the best thing he could do was answer it.

"Hi, Shane."

"Mike, please come! Those two gorillas are out in the hallway, I'm scared."

He sat up, instantly alert.

"Where are you?"

"I'm two floors down, 2334. Please hurry!"

Mike was already dressing.

"Call hotel security, just in case. I'll be there in five minutes."

He got there just after security. Facial recognition software had flagged them when they entered, it was a standard policy after someone had been banned, and they were escorting them down into the waiting arms of the police, to be charged with trespassing, a pretty big deal in Vegas.

He knocked on Shane's door.

She flew into his arms, sobbing again. He told the security people he was taking her up to his suite for the night, just to give her peace of mind. They noted it and offered an escort. He declined and they left.

He sat on her bed.

"well girl, you've had your share of adventure tonight. Ready to get some sleep?"

She fidgeted.

"Mike, can I stay with you tonight? I'm afraid they'll come back."

"Oh, I doubt they will, they'll probably be guests of the city tonight. But if want, you can. I had already planned on it. Grab your clothes and let's go. But first, who are you?"

Shane seemed confused for a minute before she looked up.

"I'm your little sweetie."

Mike rubbed her cheek in a familiar gesture.

"Yes you are. Now bring what you need and let's go."

She packed a small case and followed him.

There was only one bed in his suite. He noticed her looking at it. Mike smiled.

"I wasn't expecting a roommate. It's not like we haven't slept together before. I'm tired, let's turn in."

She hesitated. 

"What do you want me to wear?"

He found it an odd question.

"Oh, wear what you've been wearing to bed, or wear nothing. I bet you got some cute panties in there somewhere," he said gesturing towards her bag.

Shane gestured towards her breast forms.

"I meant these."

Mike considered it.

"Take them off, if we touch I prefer the feel of skin. Now quit stalling. I'm going to bed."

He casually stripped and climbed into bed.

It took Shane half an hour before she was ready for bed. She had a sheer babydoll with matching panties that Angie insisted on, but she had never worn it. The pale green contrasted beautifully against her brown skin. It just seemed the right thing to wear.

Mike was asleep when she came out. She turned on lights, dropped things, bounced on the bed a couple of times. He woke with a start.

"What the hell..."

He stopped, staring at Shane. She gave him a smile.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

He was speechless, drinking in her beauty. She flounced, twirled, turned her back and lifted the hem of her gown, exposing the green lace panties.

"Are these cute enough to get me in your bed?"

Mike darkened.

"Where are you going with this? Do you really want me to do something about the way you're teasing me? If you don't, turn out the lights and get into bed. Otherwise, I might turn you into a woman right now."

Shane quickly turned out the lights and jumped into bed, staying on the edge. She just wanted to tease and show off her new look, not get raped.

She said as much to him. He reached out and drew her to him.

"Sweetie, you know I'd never do that. I love your look, and it does make me want you. I've got a feeling sometime soon you're going to make a decision about how you want to live your life, and when you do, you'll ask me to make you a woman. Until that time comes, let's just enjoy each others' company like we always have."

He kissed her neck and spooned to her, and was asleep in minutes. She noted even asleep he kept his erection for a bit. She smiled in the dark, knowing she caused it. It was a long time before she slept, trying to figure out who she really was.

..............................................

They breakfasted with Angie the next morning.

When she found out Shane slept in his bed the night before, she smiled. Mating dances are complicated enough with regular couples, when one was 'special' and the other was straight, it led to all kinds of complications. Add to that one of them being attached made it even more so. Angie knew from hard experience how painful that could be. If it happened, she hoped they could deal with it.

Shane had gone back to her room to dress, a simple smock and flats, comfort clothes. It looked good on her.

"Do yo have any male clothes?"

"Only the suit I had on when I arrived. Angie insisted, saying she had my wardrobe all picked out."

Angie beamed.

"Not much, but a few really cute outfits. No use getting carried away if she doesn't choose this lifestyle."

They went to look at his car. It wasn't quite ready, they were waiting on paperwork that wouldn't be finalized until that afternoon. He was going to have to stay another day.

Mike wasn't pleased, but there wasn't much anyone could do about it. They had a pleasant afternoon, talking about nothing. 

Angie and Shane were surprised when he didn't join them for dinner. He sent them a brief text, saying he had plans and would see them in the morning before he left. Shane was bitterly disappointed.

Angie took her to a club that catered to transsexuals, and tried to cheer her up. She was hit on constantly, from a tiny blond with huge breasts and, according to her, an eight inch cock, to an Amazon black woman, easily seven feet tall. None interested her, but she did dance a good bit.

Angie had gotten a companion for the evening almost instantly. Shane knew Mike was a little worried about Angie, she was sleeping with just about everyone she hooked up with, and didn't use protection.

Shane finally went back to the hotel about midnight. She sat on her bed, thinking. Making her decision, she packed another small case, and headed up to Mikes' room, getting the staff to let her in, saying they had agreed to share the room for the rest of their stay.

She gave the assistant manager a wink, and a hundred dollar bill. Security knew she had spent the previous night, so they had no problem.

She went into the bathroom and spent an hour getting ready, doing her makeup, making sure she was absolutely hairless, something she had come to enjoy from her experience on the island. A long, almost floor length gown, translucent white.

She was brushing her hair when she heard the door open. She opened the door, calling out.

"Mike, honey, is that you?"

It was Mike, and he wasn't alone. A petite black woman was with him, hanging on his arm and stroking his erection through his pants.

Everyone was surprised into immobility for a second, before the woman pulled away.

"Damn you! I'm not into this kinky shit. No three ways for me. I hope you and your wife have a nice night."

She slammed the door, hard.

They stared at each other for a bit before Mike exploded, pushing her to the wall and lowering his face to hers.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Shane started crying.

"I wanted to surprise you, spend another night. Can I please?"

"So, it's all about Shanna now, is it? Never mind what Mike wants, what he had planned. Ever consider for a minute I might want someone else in my bed?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'll go."