Cinderella
Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]
Cinderella - Book One
by T.S. Severe
Chapter Three
I knew what I had to do, but I'd been putting it off. Trying not to think about it. Robert wouldn't have done it in a million years, I knew that, but I wasn't him anymore. I was Cindy now and as my wife had said the last time we'd spoken face-to-face, I had needs.
About twelve million of them.
"Good afternoon, Miss." The security guard smiled at me and I smiled back. He was older and a pretty decent guy, a real fixture at the bank and I must have said hello to him a thousand times.
"Hey Ralph," I said without thinking. He blinked at that and I realized I shouldn't have used his name. It wasn't like he was wearing a name tag or anything.
I walked past him quickly, across the gleaming expanse of the bank's marble floor towards the elevators. The man was wondering if he knew me, or more precisely how I knew him, and it was a good reminder that I had to be smart now. A lot smarter than I probably was and screwing up ten feet into the building wasn't a good sign. I had to be sneaky, since I couldn't very well go to my own office. Robert wouldn't be in today and my secretary, Robert's secretary, would never let me into his office by myself. I had an idea though.
"Hold the doors," I said with a breathless click-clacking of heels and a man held out his hand to catch the doors of the elevator as they started to close. "Thanks!"
"Anytime." He smiled as I stepped inside and I could feel his eyes stripping me down. "Which floor?"
"Four, please." I smoothed my dress and I knew the man. David Canders, one of the loan officers who worked on the second floor, except he wasn't pushing that particular button.
"Sure." He hit the number four and stepped back, turning slightly so he could face me. "I'm Dave," he smiled at me. "I work here."
"Great." I nodded agreeably as the elevator began moving gently upward.
Dave was a good looking man, although I'd never really noticed that about him before. Tall and sandy haired, with an intelligent face and confident smile. He looked nice and exactly like the banking officer he was. Dependable, trustworthy, and very interested in me. He was keeping his left hand in his trouser pocket and I could guess why. I'd met his wife at the last Christmas party. He also had a bit of a reputation around the water cooler for being a ladies man, but I'd never paid much mind to that either.
"Are you…meeting someone?" Dave asked me, slightly frustrated that I hadn't offered him my own name yet. "Perhaps I can help you with something?"
"I think I'm okay," I said with a little scrunch of my nose, but Dave missed it.
He was too busy eyeing my nipples as they pressed against the thin silk of my blue dress. My breasts were barely covered in any event, as the creamy swell of my tits was clearly exposed. The spaghetti straps were taut over my thin shoulders and my nipples were impossibly hard. That dress was clinging to my non-existent tummy and round hips like a second skin, showing off my ass and my long, smooth legs. I was dressed for a romantic dinner and a hard fuck after, not mid-day business at one of the largest privately owned banks in the city.
"Yeah," Dave agreed under his breath and I rolled my eyes upward, watching as the lights flashed from two to three.
"Kind of a slow elevator, isn't it?" I asked the man with a soft sigh.
"It's old," Dave shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry, uh…But I didn't catch your name…"
"I don't think I said it." I giggled lightly and that was enough to stop Dave's breathing for a second.
"Oh." He cleared his throat and there just wasn't any polite way for Dave to ask me who I was and why I would be going to the fourth floor. I almost felt a little sympathy for him.
"Here we are," I said with a smile and I wasn't surprised when Dave exited right behind me. He was curious now and I really wished he wasn't. I didn't need the attention and I was beginning to regret being so outrageously attractive like I was.
I took a left out of the elevator and began walking down a wide hallway with glass-walled offices on the right and a balcony overlooking the main floor of the bank to my left. Three doors down I found Bill Wilson's office, empty as I'd expected it to be. He'd been bitching for weeks about buying a new house and paying more than he wanted to for it. Apparently his wife loved the place though and today they were signing the papers. He'd be out all afternoon with the realtors and then coming back and probably working late to catch up. I'd been counting on that, but Dave was walking a few paces behind me and that wasn't part of the plan.
I went inside Bill's office anyway, thinking fast and hard and I knew what I had to do.
"Psst…" I smiled around the open doorway and gave Dave a little tongue which almost stopped him dead in his tracks.
"What are you doing?" Dave wondered, but I ignored his question.
"Are you following me?" I asked the man and before he could answer I grabbed a small fistful of his burgundy tie and pulled him inside.
"Uhhh…"
"Shhh…" I closed the door and reached for the plastic rod controlling the louvers and rolled it in my fingers, closing the blinds while Dave stared at me.
"I'm not sure we should be…"
"Dave…" I put my hands on his chest and starting sinking to my knees in front of him, "…don't spoil it."
"Oh jeeze." He swallowed hard as I reached for his trousers and lowered the man's zipper slowly.
"You know those letters in Penthouse?" I asked him playfully, licking my lips as I slipped a hand inside his unbuttoned boxers.
"Y-Yeah," he nodded quickly and Dave's blue eyes were so big I almost spoiled it with a laugh.
"They're all true," I whispered, pulling his cock free and opening my mouth for it.
"Ah shit!" he gasped, finding my tangle of thick black hair with his fingers and I took all six inches of him between my soft lips.
I was actually hoping for something a little larger, but it was still nice. My heart was going quickly now, the blood pumping hotly through my veins as I gave a man I'd worked with for a year a serious blowjob. I kept my lips tight around the shaft and worked his cock over my tongue, in and out while I sucked and swallowed noisily. I knew he wasn't going to last long and my own penis was stiff and throbbing in my panties. I had to resist the urge to reach down and play with myself while I sucked the man off.
"Yeah, baby…Jesus, that's…Ah! Good…Oh fuck!" Dave was urging me on, pumping my face with his cock. All I had to do was kneel there in front of him, keeping my eyes turned upward so he could see how much I loved getting mouth fucked.
I stroked the back of his thighs through his suit and squeezed Dave's ass, not protesting at all this almost degrading situation. He didn't even know my name, and I was swallowing his precum, wriggling my tongue as best I could beneath the smooth head of his penis. Dave was just long enough to tickle the entrance of my throat and I wasn't gagging or choking on him at all. We were a pretty nice fit, actually, and I loved the way his skin was so velvet soft and smooth over the hard muscle beneath. I liked the way he tasted, faintly salty, and the damp, musky smell of his male arousal.
Or maybe I just really loved sucking cock.
"I'm gonna cum…uh…I'm gonna…I'm…Ahhhh!" Dave pulled me hard against him, holding me tight as he bent over my head.
I felt his cock spasm and a split second later tasted his hot sperm as it gushed from his penis. He was spurting hard and fast and I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with him, but the man must have been saving up for me. Dave's creamy spend leaked from the corners of my mouth like pale molasses. It was thick and salty and as I pulled my mouth off his cock, a long strand of cum hung from my chin halfway to the floor. I caught it with my fingers and smiled up at Dave as I licked them clean.
"Oh Christ," Dave breathed, shaking his head and he wore a dazed, disbelieving smile on his handsome face. "That was fantastic!"
"Yummy too," I agreed, licking my lips and swallowing the last of his orgasm. "Help me up?"
"What? Oh! Yeah, um…" Dave blinked and took my hands, helping me to my feet. "What's your name?"
"No." I shook my head and I reached between us to put his still semi-hard cock back into his pants for him. "I told you not to spoil it, remember? You better go, before we get caught."
"But…" Dave protested weakly as I opened the door and started pushing him out of the office.
"Bye, Dave." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, tickling him with my spermy tongue for just a second.
"But…"
I closed the door and locked it, taking a deep breath and hoping Dave wouldn't be stupid and hang around. Hopefully he'd be confused and self-conscious enough to forget to wonder why I would be in Bill's office. If he absolutely had to know, I supposed I could make something up about needing to fix my lipstick or something, but I wasn't going to waste time doing that. I needed computer access to the bank's network and ten minutes of privacy, a long and nerve wracking ten minutes as it turned out. This was definitely way out of Robert's league and for a moment there I wondered if my body was the only thing my fairy godmother had changed about me.
"Banco de Azteca…" I breathed as I established the link between the two banks and this wasn't something I could have done anyplace else.
The fourth floor was International Banking and that was what I did for a living, or used to, and some of it was seriously illegal. My father-in-law had entrusted me with doing his laundry, moving money from his bank to offshore accounts and back again. The funds, and I had no idea where they originally came from, went through a series of transactions designed to make it appear as though they were perfectly legal.
I'd done it because I was good at it, but more than that, because I was married to old man Carlisle's daughter. I'd done it because Baron had sized Robert up right from the start and decided that he was weak-willed and submissive enough to be used any way Baron wanted. I'd done it because if anyone ever found out, Robert would be the perfect fall guy.
Baron knew I loved Belinda enough to ignore her questionable past and let the woman slowly dominate me the way her father did. I wouldn't betray her father and ruin our life together, our loving marriage and promising future. If anything went wrong, I'd play the patsy and take the blame. That's what Baron was counting on and who knows, maybe Belinda was in on the deal too. She'd married me for some reason and it didn't seem to be love. Either way, it just didn't matter anymore. They were right about one thing though, Belinda's husband was going to be the perfect fall guy.
"Robert…" I smiled as I logged off the computer, "…you're a bad man!"
Robert Patterson, using legitimate credentials and authentic international banking codes, had moved $12.3 million from six numbered corporate accounts at Soledad Investment Corporation into four brand new accounts at a different bank altogether. Soledad and Banco de Azteca had taken their respective cuts in the form of service fees. Expensive fees to be sure, but well worth it. I was buying privacy and that was something the Banco de Azteca specialized in.
The new accounts were blind trusts, meaning they were numbered and private, accessed by a specific password. No papers were signed. No identification was required. All you needed was the account number and the proper phrase and there would be no questions asked. Anyone could get the money anytime they wanted by phone, email, or just walking into the place with a briefcase…A large briefcase. I still had well over ten million dollars when I was finished and that would be more than enough. I wasn't greedy.
Baron Carlisle was going to be seriously pissed off.
Dave was waiting for me downstairs, hovering near the elevators like a lost puppy. His face lit up with a brilliant smile when he saw me and I groaned inwardly.
"Hi there," he said, falling into step beside me as I walked briskly towards the main doors.
"Hi," I smiled back at him. "Don't you ever work?"
"All the time," he chuckled. "Slow down a little…Hold on…"
"I'm really late for another appointment," I said, looking pointedly at my watch.
"I just want to get your name," Dave insisted. "Your phone number? Please?"
"Dave." I stopped walking and shook my head slowly. "It was just for fun, okay? I have to go."
"But I think I love you," he said, not very loudly, but loud enough and I blinked at him.
"Go home to your wife," I told him. "You don't even know me."
"I want to know everything about you." Dave grabbed my hands and I jerked with surprise, but the man's grip was firm. "What were you doing upstairs?"
"What? Nothing!" I stared at him, feeling my cheeks flush.
"Why did you come here?" Dave demanded and for a fleeting second I thought he suspected something, but then I saw the look on his face – Desperation. He really was in love with me! He wanted to know if I'd come there just for him, like nothing else mattered.
"I have to go," I said coldly and it was like slapping him or something, but what choice did I have? Dave let me go, blinking rapidly and nodding his head.
"I'm sorry," he said, apologizing urgently. "I didn't mean to…"
"I know," I rolled my eyes. "You can't help it."
There was perhaps more truth in that then I realized at the time, but mostly I was only aware of the small scene we'd just made. A lot of people had noticed me, even without Dave's theatrics, and I left the bank quickly, feeling very much like I was under a microscope. My plan had been to be low key. Slip into the bank, get on Bill's computer, and slip out. Well, so much for low key, but maybe it was better that way. Girls who looked like me weren't supposed to pass by unnoticed, at least this way it looked like I had a valid reason for being in the bank…Breaking up with my ex-boyfriend, Dave. That's what it must have looked like to the casual observer and he had a reputation anyway. Dave would play it up too, pretending like he really did know me just to impress the rest of the guys. Men were like that, as I well knew.
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Shopping was a new experience. I wouldn't say that I'd dreaded it in my previous incarnation as Robert, but I'd certainly fit the male stereotype of being quickly bored while Belinda could shop for hours on end. Now it was my turn and I was actually enjoying myself as I browsed for clothing which would be a little less attention grabbing than the designer dress my fairy godmother had delivered to my bedroom.
"Paul," I sighed out loud, smiling and shaking my head. Sometimes I wondered if he was for real, since the idea of a 9-5 guy being my fairy godmother was more than a little insane. One look in the mirror though…How could I argue?
"Can I help you find something?" a saleswoman asked, and she'd been shadowing me for five minutes, waiting politely for me to notice her.
Robert would have noticed her immediately, being pretty like she was and oriental to boot. Japanese, I thought, but in truth I had a hard time telling one Asian nationality from another if they weren't waving flags. The price of being Caucasian I suppose. The woman was attractive though, no doubt about it, and very tall. Weren't oriental girls supposed to be short? And moon faced? Not this girl, she had small dimples and high cheeks, a pert, upturned nose as well. Her accent was pure Brooklyn too, no doubt about that, and Americans were supposed to be tall, so…
"Yeah. Hi. I don't know," I said with a smile. "I need something to make me less…me."
"Less you?" The woman almost laughed and I giggled at how silly that probably sounded.
"I want to dress down a bit," I told her. "Um…I'm kind of new at this."
"Right," she nodded, as if that made any sort of sense, and there was obvious envy in her almond eyes. "That might take a little work."
"Really?" I made a face at her compliment and found myself enjoying it. "I'm Cindy."
"Evelyn," she replied and I wasn't sure why I was introducing myself. Maybe I just wanted a friend. "Let's look over here…What colors do you like?"
I didn't know about colors, but I found myself liking the girl a lot and she wasn't nearly so old as I'd first thought, only twenty three and finishing up her journalism degree at Columbia. Evelyn was hip too, for lack of a better word. Stylish. She knew what was cool and I suppose one look at her should have told me that. I mean, her short hair was dyed crimson for one thing and she had a ruby in her left nostril, a small stud to match the garnets in her ears. It looked interesting and I'd never actually met a girl with a pierced nose before. I wondered if she had a tattoo as well.
"Now you look like an ace bad girl," Evelyn smiled at me an hour and a half later and I'd finally found a look we liked.
She was standing outside the dressing room with her arms crossed beneath her smallish breasts, her hips tilted and her head cocked to the left. Evelyn was playing the fashion critic for me and I trusted her judgment more than my own.
"A bad girl? You think?" I giggled, walking barefoot to a tri-panel mirror, the angled sort that gave me a good look at myself from side-to-side and head-to-toe.
"Oh yeah," Evelyn nodded. "Here, let's get these hipsters…"
The woman moved behind me, close enough that I could feel her body against my back as she put her arms around me. I was wearing a pair of red leather pants, buttery soft like you wouldn't believe, and tight around my hips and ass, my thighs as well. Below the knees they flared into something like bell-bottoms, except better.
"Oh!" I grinned at our reflection as Evelyn hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed the pants down my hips.
"Like that, see? You wear them low, under the hips…" Evelyn told me. "Are they comfortable?"
"They are now," I admitted and the pants were much more loose suddenly, looking as if they might fall down, but still wrapped around my ass wonderfully. They weren't going anywhere, they just wanted to and that was seriously cool.
"They look good on you," Evelyn breathed into my ear and I blinked, turning my head slightly at the ticklish sensation. She wasn't letting me go, but rather her hands found my now exposed tummy and the woman was caressing me there.
"Did I get the top right?" I asked her, feeling my cock growing thick inside my panties. Maybe I was finally turning lesbian, I thought, because I really didn't mind the way Evelyn was holding me at all.
"Let me see…" She leaned over my right shoulder, brushing my cheek with hers and I could feel the woman's soft red hair on my skin.
She smelled nice and I closed my eyes for a second, just enjoying this unexpected intimacy. Evelyn's hands moved upward slowly, finding the black leather top she'd helped me pick out. It was like a corset, but not a real one. A fashion corset that wrapped around my tits with laces in the front and back. It wasn't supposed to be stiff really, but soft like the pants, except for the underwire bustier that propped up my breasts like they were on a shelf. Ribbed leather cups covered my tits to the nipples, but left the tops completely exposed and I shivered as Evelyn's hands found my breasts and she squeezed them gently.
"Evelyn…" I felt my knees growing rubbery and her mouth was on my ear. Her breath was hot and humid, making me shiver as I felt the tip of her tongue teasing me.
"I know," she whispered, pulling me back against her smallish tits while digging her fingers into mine. "I want you too, Cindy."
"But…I'm not sure…" I swallowed thickly and my heart was pounding, my lungs could barely draw a breath, and I realized I was frightened.
I was nervous for some reason, almost terrified by the idea that Evelyn was right. I did want her, but silly as it seems, I felt like a virgin…or something. It was like I'd never been with another woman before in my life! What was wrong with me? I'd been trying to imagine myself bisexual earlier that day and now here I was, being held and caressed and kissed in public by an attractive woman, and I was frightened of it! That made no sense at all, but I couldn't deny the adrenaline pouring into my blood. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to push her away. I wanted to run and hide and take her in my arms and make love to her.
"You've never been with another woman?" Evelyn asked me softly, pressing her face into my hair, finding my neck and forcing me to turn my head down and away as she kissed me there, nibbling with her lips and teeth.
"N-No," I gasped, finding that I'd moved my arms, reached behind me so I could press my hands to Evelyn's hips and caress her while we stood in front of the mirrors.
"I'll make it good for you," she promised, moving her body now, rubbing herself against me. "Don't be afraid, Cindy."
"Oh God…" I giggled breathlessly. "We're…I can't…Someone will see us…Evelyn…"
As if I cared what people might think? I was making excuses, trying to rationalize my confused reluctance. Nobody would know me. I didn't even exist as a real person. Evelyn was the one risking everything. Her job, her reputation, her relationships with friends and coworkers perhaps. Evelyn was the one with everything to lose and she didn't care. She was holding my breasts with her left hand, massaging my heaving tits while her other hand was moving down my tummy, down to the waistband of my pants, moving towards my crotch and my aching…
"Please…Stop…" I blinked, twisting away from her, and all I could think of was how the woman might react if she found my hard penis, because I was incredibly aroused just then.
"There's no one else here," Evelyn told me as I turned to face her. "We can go into the changing room."
She was reaching for me again and I shook my head. There were other people in the store, but not near us. She was right, nobody had noticed what we were doing and we could easily slip into the changing area together, but…
"I just…Evelyn, I don't know," I said. "I don't think I'm like that…like…gay."
"You don't have to be," Evelyn's eyes were shining and her fingertips grazed my bare shoulder. "Let me show you, Cindy. Okay? Please?"
This was crazy. It had to be me, I thought. You can't tell me that Evelyn made it a habit to seduce every beautiful woman who came into the store for a new dress. There was something about me. Something my fairy godmother had done to make me irresistible or something. The way every person I came in contact with wanted me, even loved me the way Dave had…It wasn't normal. Gorgeous or not, my physical charms alone couldn't explain what was going on. What had Paul done to me?
"I can't," I decided, almost pleading with the woman as she stepped closer, trapping me against the mirrors. "You don't know about me. I'm not…"
Evelyn silenced my confession with a kiss, pressing her moist lips to mine and I felt her gentle tongue invading my mouth. She was sweet and soft, unbelievably soft, and I was lost. I surrendered completely to that kiss, lifting my hands helplessly as if I might push her away, but only gripping Evelyn by her waist instead. Her tongue tickled mine, coaxing me to respond with a sudden eagerness that rose out of my tummy like a fire. We kissed deeply for half a minute at least, perhaps even longer than that, I had no idea.
And then she was pulling me into the changing area, into one of the three small rooms, and pushing me down to sit on a padded bench. There was a curtain to hide us, but only that and only barely. Evelyn was on her knees in front of me, working to unbutton those red hipsters and urging me to help her get me undressed. She was going to spread my legs and lick my pussy. Evelyn was going to bring me off with her mouth and teach me the joys of lesbian sex. I was far too confused to try and stop her.
"Cindy?" Evelyn jerked upright as she pulled the leather pants down my thighs, exposing my swollen penis as it stood out stiffly against the confines of my damp thong.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, trembling with nervous energy, fear and excitement.
"But…" Evelyn was staring at my cock, which was barely covered by my panties, and my balls which weren't hidden at all. They were nestled between my thighs with a thin strip of spandex drawn tight between my hairless orbs. I didn't know if I expected Evelyn to laugh, or slap me, or simply storm out of the changing area in a huff, but I certainly didn't anticipate what happened next.
"You're beautiful," she breathed, pulling my thong to the side and gazing upon my erection. "I had no idea!"
"Uhhh…Oh!" I gasped as the woman lowered her head and kissed the tip of my penis.
I was wet with precum and Evelyn lifted her exotic face briefly, looking into my big blue eyes as she licked her lips and smiled. A second later she was mouthing me gently, not sucking my cock, not yet, but kissing and licking it. She used her tongue wonderfully and not just on my swollen penis, but all around it. She kissed and nibbled at the pink, hairless skin surrounding the base of my cock. She spread my legs even further, dragging her tongue along the hollows of my thighs ad lapping at my soft scrotum. Evelyn was loving my male sex like it was a pussy, not sucking me at all, but treating me to an entirely new experience.
Evelyn moved us so that my pants were removed completely and my long legs were quickly over the woman's shoulders. I was scrunched up, my body bent awkwardly, but I barely noticed. My tummy was thrumming with butterflies and my balls ached with urgent bliss. My nipples burned with a cold fire and I'd clawed my way past the laces to free my tits. I pinched and pulled at my nipples, moaning with desire while Evelyn worked her magic tongue between my ball sack and my thighs, teasing and torturing me as my cock slid wetly across her pretty face.
When Evelyn's tongue found my asshole I thought I was dying. She'd finally found my pussy, the only one I had, and now the woman was working me over like a real lesbian. She pulled my cheeks apart with her thumbs, delving into my asshole as if she were famished. The sensation of her tongue worming its way past my sphincter, relaxing and opening me up slowly but surely, was like nothing else in the world. She was going to make me cum. I could feel it rising inside me. Not a clumsy male ejaculation born from my balls, but something else. An orgasm I'd only barely experienced in my bedroom during my tentative explorations that very morning.
"Evvvv…Oh God…Evelyn…" I whimpered, my whole body trembling beneath her kisses.
"Mmmpph…" she moaned with me, her open mouth pressed against my ass, her tongue stabbing past my tender anus. I was open for her, wet with the woman's saliva and receptive to her efforts. Evelyn pushed her tongue inside me, not very far at all, but enough. I could feel her licking and sucking, kissing my sensitive hole the way she would another woman's cunt. My cock was stiff in her hair, spilling precum down the shaft as I moved my hips, seeking relief from the building pleasure she was giving me.
My tummy was full of butterflies, their wings fluttering with tiny spasms. I was losing control. I didn't want to be in control. My body jerked and I shut my eyes tightly, letting go of my tits so I could hold Evelyn's mouth tight against my pussy. I was cumming, falling into a great void of pleasure unlike anything I could have dreamt of as a man. My cock throbbed with an eruption of semen, but I was only dimly aware of that. It was the other part of my orgasm, the female part that held my senses utterly captive.
I was grinding myself against Evelyn's hungry mouth, gasping and groaning and my orgasm didn't stop. It kept going like a roller coaster with peaks and valleys that left me dazed and disoriented. Multiple orgasms, one after another, and I had no idea how many I had. Trying to count them would have been ridiculous, even if I'd wanted to. All I could do was ride it out and after a too brief eternity the moment mercifully passed.
"Wow!" Evelyn was looking at me, stroking my thighs and giggling. "When you cum, you really cum, huh?"
"Yeah," I laughed weakly, unable to do anything else. I felt exhausted and completely alive.
Evelyn's face was pink and wet with saliva and sperm. I'd cum a lot, mostly in her hair and along the right side of her neck and shoulder. Pale semen stained her dark blouse and hung in thick strands and glue-like clumps from her hair. Evelyn was a real mess, we both were as I'd spilled a lot of semen on my tummy and thighs as well. My butt was wet and the whole scene was wildly insane. We'd just fucked in the changing room! That was the word for it too. Evelyn had fucked me the way two women will, no doubt about it. My cock and balls were purely incidental to what we'd really shared.
"Thank you," Evelyn said, leaning across me and careless of adding to the mess as we kissed.
"But I didn't do anything," I sighed a minute later, looking into Evelyn's wonderfully oriental eyes.
"Yes you did," she said with a smile. "I was cumming too, believe me."
"You were?" I stared at her and then I laughed. "Really?"
It hadn't occurred to me that Evelyn could get off without being touched or kissed, but she had. She'd had her own orgasm while giving me mine. Smaller perhaps and less dramatic, but pleasurable nonetheless and I realized I had a lot to learn about women. Dating girls and even being married to one had given me a false sense of understanding. Being one, and being with Evelyn as a woman, was a real eye opener and whatever doubts I'd entertained about being bisexual were long forgotten. I'd just had the best sex of my life. No wonder lesbians were so hot!
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I took a taxi, but only because it was the easiest way to get where I was going. I knew the city pretty good, some of it, and Gloria was waiting for me in a mom ‘n pop Italian place. It was nice, despite the neighborhood which was old and run down. There was a porn theater across the street and a massage parlor next door.
The respectable businesses had closed down or moved one by one over the last twenty years and judging from the crowd, this place wasn't far behind. It was empty but for Gloria and the man sitting with her. Some old Frank Sinatra was playing on a juke box and the door jingled as it opened and then closed behind me.
I was wearing my bad girl outfit, the red hipsters riding low and the black leather top with the laces undone in the front. I had a brand new pair of snakeskin boots, black and red and ridiculously expensive, but they were way, way cool. Evelyn had picked them out for me and it was worth a couple hundred dollars just to see her smile when I put them on. A well worn leather jacket on top of everything, old and black with a lot of flair. I hadn't bought that. I'd borrowed it from Evelyn, although she'd made me promise not to give it back. The woman was spoiling me.
Gloria liked my new look, that was obvious. I couldn't help but smile at her as I walked towards the table. She was older, like I said, and handsome the way women sometimes are. A little plump maybe, big boned is what my mother would have said, but again, some women look good that way and Gloria was one of them.
The man sitting with her was older too, like forty something probably. He was looking at me, of course, and if I'd had to guess, I'd have pegged the guy for a cop. Like one of those rumpled detectives you see on television. He had the cheap suit, not wrinkled but hardly pressed, a shock of thick, brown hair that might have been combed last week, but probably not. Three days worth of stubble on a strong, masculine face, and the darkest eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't tell if they were supposed to be blue or brown, or just plain old black. They were kind of intense actually and he wasn't smiling the way everyone else did when they saw me.
"Am I late?" I smiled at Gloria. "Sorry. I was doing some shopping."
"No, we just sat down," she said, waiting until I was seated before making the introductions. "Michael Cicero, meet Cindy Archer."
"Hello, Mr. Cicero." I offered the man a smile and held out my hand.
"Just Mike," he said, giving my fingers a little squeeze and his eyes never left mine. I found that sort of weird, since my tits looked like they were about to fall out of my top any second.
"Okay, Just Mike," I nodded. "I'm Cindy."
"Yeah, I got that," he agreed and I thought I saw a hint of a smile, but I couldn't be sure.
"I told Mike what you told me…Oh…Thank you," Gloria looked at the waitress, a gaunt teenage girl who was passing out menus. She looked kind of pissed that we were there and I figured her boyfriend was cooking.
"Something about an ex-husband?" Mike asked me over his menu a moment later.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah," I said with a sigh. "He's stalking me, sorta. I just want to disappear, you know? Like become someone else?"
"Right." Mike put his menu down and I didn't think he'd even looked at it.
"Do you know how to do that?" I asked him, glancing at Gloria who was watching me.
"Maybe," he shrugged. "Why don't you just move to another state? Get a judge to change your name. People do it all the time."
"Uhhh…" I frowned, trying to think of something to say and in truth I hadn't really practiced my story at all. I hadn't really known what to expect and now I realized that whatever I said, there were going to be questions that I wouldn't have answers to.
"I think I'll run along," Gloria said. "You'll be okay, right?"
"Oh!" I blinked at her. "Yeah, um…" I looked at Mike but he was completely impassive, "…I guess so."
"We'll be fine, Gloria," Mike said to her. "Thanks."
"Okay," Gloria smiled as she stood up. "Love that outfit by the way," she said to me and I smiled self-consciously. "Just call me if you have problems."
"Okay," I nodded and I wasn't exactly sure why she was leaving, but Mike didn't seem surprised by it and he waited patiently until Gloria left before he started speaking.
"I can help you," he said. "But only if I know what's really going on. Sometimes what a person wants and what they need are two different things."
"I think I know what I need," I replied, letting a little annoyance show in my voice.
I'll admit that part of me was wondering why this guy wasn't falling all over me like everyone else I'd met. Another part of me was a little dismayed to discover that he hadn't believed the story I'd told Gloria and I was wondering if she'd believed me. It didn't occur to me that I was probably just a really bad liar, but that was the truth of it, I think.
"Right." Mike held out his hands and finally gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Let's start there. What do you need, Cindy?"
I made him wait for an answer while the waitress took our order and those few minutes were enough to make up my mind. I didn't know him yet and I certainly didn't trust the man, but I did trust Gloria and if she thought Mike could help me, well…Trust has to start someplace, doesn't it?
"Okay, this isn't the whole truth, but it's the same thing," I said and then frowned. "Sorta. Never mind…Look…Let's say I have amnesia. I mean, I woke up this morning in a strange bed, wearing someone else's clothes…"
"Someone else's clothes?" Mike's smile was a little friendlier now and I was making funny faces anyway. I was a lot more animated as Cindy than I'd ever been as Robert, if you know what I mean.
"A man's pajamas," I said with a shrug. "And I have no idea who I am or where I come from. Seriously. I didn't find a purse or a wallet or anything. No driver's license, no nothing. Like I just popped out of nowhere, okay?"
"Okay," Mike agreed slowly. "And this isn't a true story?"
"The amnesia part," I giggled nervously and leaned across the small table, letting the man see my eyes. "I wasn't me until this morning. That's the true part."
"Uhhh…" Mike picked up a glass of water and took a drink while he thought about that. "Are you on any medication or seeing a doctor? Anything like that?"
"What? No!" I sat back with a frown. "I'm not crazy, I swear. I mean, I know how it sounds, but it's true."
"You weren't you…"
"Until this morning, yeah," I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest and daring the man to disagree with me.
"So if you weren't you, then…"
"Who was I?" I smiled and Mike nodded. "I don't remember," I said, making no attempt to hide the fact that I was definitely lying about that. "It isn't important. Whoever I was, he's gone now. I'm Cindy Archer and I want to be able to prove it. That's what I need."
"He's gone now?" Mike stared at me.
"Figure of speech," I frowned, silently cursing my stupidity. I really didn't want anyone to know I used to be Robert Patterson, for a variety of reasons, not least of which was the fact that he'd just stolen 12 million dollars.
"Right," Mike said with a slow smile. "The pajamas."
"Oh God!" I rolled my eyes. "Can you help me or not?"
"Probably," Mike said, but that didn't sound very definite to me.
"But?" I stared at him, because there had to be one.
"But…" He shrugged. "You look like trouble and I don't know if I need the hassle, you know?"
"Trouble? Hassle? What? I don't know what you…Uh…Sorry." I gave the waitress a little pout as she looked at me, holding the chef salad that I'd ordered. Mike was having ravioli and it looked pretty good, but I wasn't sure if I had to watch my diet or not and I kinda liked looking all sexy like I did.
"Look," Mike stabbed a ravioli with his fork. "A dame who looks like you…"
"Dame?" I giggled. "You didn't just say that, did you?"
"Heh!" Mike grinned at me. "Too many old movies."
"Really?" I stabbed a sliced cucumber. "I love old movies."
"Yeah? You?" Mike gave me a disbelieving look. "Like what? The Breakfast Club?"
"No!" I laughed around my full mouth and swallowed hard. "Be nice! Like, I don't know…John Huston movies. You heard of him?"
"Of course." Mike frowned briefly, like I'd just questioned his manhood. "What's your favorite John Huston movie?"
"The Maltese Falcon," I said without hesitating. "Absolutely."
"I should have guessed," Mike said.
"Why? What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing at all." He shook his head quickly, teasing me a little, I thought, and I let it go.
"How about you?" I asked him. "What's your favorite?"
"Huston movie? Hmmm…Treasure of the Sierra Madre, I suppose."
"Oh, that's a good movie," I agreed. "But so depressing!"
"And The Maltese Falcon isn't?" Mike laughed. "I don't think John Huston was known for his happy endings."
"African Queen had a happy ending," I told him with a hint of smugness.
"Yeah, but it wasn't supposed to," Mike said. "His original script killed everybody."
"Really?" I stopped chewing my salad and looked at the man hard. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," Mike nodded, stealing my word. "I don't remember why the ending was changed, but I know it was."
"Huh." I smiled at that bit of trivia. "Maybe he just realized that sometimes people really do live happily ever after."
"Do they?" Mike asked me seriously.
"I hope so," I answered and then I bit my lip. "Don't you?"
"Yeah," he sighed after a long half minute of staring at me. "I guess I do, Cindy."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Are you a cop?" I asked Mike as we walked around after our meal.
It was still the bad part of town, but for some reason I didn't even think about that. Mike was with me and he wasn't the biggest guy I'd ever seen, not the toughest either, but there was something about him. He looked like he knew what was going on and he could handle it, that's all I can say. He looked comfortable with the world, put it that way, and I liked it.
"Used to be," Mike answered, his skin turning pink from a neon sign advertising Nude Girls! and No Cover!
"That's what I meant," I said. "Why'd you quit?"
"Who says I quit?" He looked at me and I shrugged.
"Did you get fired?"
"Nah," he shook his head. "I just got tired."
"Oh."
We walked for awhile in silence, passing a couple whores, black girls who whistled at Mike and teased him a little. They ignored me and Mike ignored them. It hadn't been all that much of a come on anyway and I had the impression they'd seen him around before, but there wasn't anything specific about it. I was curious about the man though and after opening up a bit in the restaurant it seemed like he'd closed back up. I wondered what was wrong with him.
"So what do you do now?" I asked, just to keep him talking. "I mean, what's your official job?"
"I'm a lawyer," he said and that stopped me.
"What?" I stared at him and then laughed. "You're a lawyer?"
"Yeah," he smiled at me. "What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing." I tried to put on an innocent face. "I just…You don't look like a lawyer."
"I know," he chuckled. "I get that a lot."
"So…What? You handle messy divorces and dead-beat dads?" I wondered as we started walking again.
"Nah, nothing like that."
"Okay," I nodded. "Ambulance chaser?"
"Definitely not."
"Hmmm…" I pursed my lips. "Criminal law? You get the bad guys off with a warning?"
"No," he shook his head. "Criminals belong in jail."
"Alright, you win," I giggled. "What kind of lawyer are you?"
"A bad one," Mike said with a grin. "Where you staying these days?"
"These days?" I shrugged. "With a friend. She's pretty cool."
"A friend, huh?" Mike looked at me. "Did she know you before?"
"Before I was me?" I laughed. "No. I just met her today. She picked out my outfit."
"Okay." Mike shrugged, ignoring my shameless attempt to fish a compliment out of him.
"Are you going to help me, Mike?" I asked him.
"How you fixed for funds?" he asked me in reply.
"Funds?" I shrugged. "I don't have much money right now, but later maybe. Um…How much do you charge?"
"Depends," Mike said. "What you want isn't going to be cheap though. The closer you get to legit, the more it's gonna cost."
"I need the real deal," I said, pausing near the mouth of an alley where a big Mercedes was parked, pulled in like it was a driveway or something.
"That's what I figured," Mike nodded and he was looking at me, up and down the way he hadn't before.
"I can pay in other ways too," I said, licking my lips and my heart gave me a little thump.
Mike wasn't really a great looking guy. Not ugly either, but he had that…thing…that something that I found attractive in a man and I'd been waiting all night for an excuse.
"Whatever it takes, huh?" He wasn't smiling or frowning, just looking at me as I leaned back against the trunk of the car.
"Whatever it takes," I breathed, spreading my arms and feeling the cool night air on my bare skin.
My leather jacket was unzipped and falling open, the corset-like top barely hiding anything and my hipsters riding low and tight, showing off my tiny waist and soft hips. A bit of thong was exposed and the hollow of my tummy. I was waiting for him, offering a down payment for whatever the man could do for me.
"You're trouble, Cindy," Mike said as he stepped closer and I looked up at him. "A girl like you? Nothing but trouble."
"Yeah," I giggled lightly and bit my bottom lip, "but you look like you can handle it."
"Yeah." Mike's hands found my hips and they were strong, hard hands. The man was calloused and scarred and I felt a tingle in my tummy.
"Are you gonna say no to a girl like me?" I asked him with a playful pout.
"Maybe I should," Mike said, but his fingers gave me a squeeze and I swallowed hard. He was so big that his hands went almost all the way around me.
"You think I don't hear it enough?" I gave my head a little shake like I was trying to get the hair out of my eyes.
"Something like that," he agreed, lowering his eyes from mine, watching the rise and fall of my swollen breasts beneath the streetlamp.
"Maybe I just don't say it enough." I giggled and that sound was a weapon.
"Jesus," Mike breathed, standing between my spread legs.
"Whoop!" I gasped as he lifted me off my feet suddenly, easily like I didn't weigh anything at all.
I found myself sitting on the car and I wrapped my legs around the man, digging my heels into the small of Mike's back and pulling him even closer. I was lying down with my neck against the glass of the rear window, smiling and nodding my head and stroking Mike's biceps through the thin wool of his suit. I felt his muscles taut and hard as steel. My own personal Superman, I thought, and everything was working for me. His looks, his confidence, his self-control…Oh yeah. I liked all of it.
He was leaning over me, pressing his crotch against mine through our clothes. We were fully dressed, but his arousal was obvious as I felt Mike pressing himself against me. I was hard as well, but much smaller and he wasn't expecting it. Mike didn't notice anything strange and I made sure of it, pulling his mouth to mine and opening for his tongue. This was what I needed and I lifted my ass, giving his swollen cock a little grind while I sucked his tongue.
I pushed Mike's face down to my tits, both of us breathing hard and his hands were all over me. After two hours of playing hard to get, he was finally giving up and we were making out like a couple horny teenagers on our first date. Mike pulled my top down, exposing my dark nipples and he took the left between his lips, sucking it hard and washing my sensitive flesh with his tongue. I gasped happily, cradling his head and tightening my legs, riding his hidden cock while we dry fucked.
My body shivered with excitement and my cock ached in my panties. It was almost painful, being trapped awkwardly like it was, being rubbed and stroked and thrust against by the larger lump in Mike's trousers. I was wet with precum and more than that, the rest of me was burning with the fires of female desire. The trembling inside, the growing fever in my mind, it was almost familiar now and I welcomed it. My orgasm was rising, the real one that was so unlike anything Robert had experienced as a man. I was going to cum soon and I wanted Mike inside me when it happened.
"Fuck me," I whispered between each tiny breath I could muster. "I want you…Inside me…Please…"
"Like this…" Mike agreed easily, turning me over so I lay on my belly.
"Yeah…Ah huh!" I laughed breathlessly, spreading my arms across the cold metal beneath me.
Mike was yanking my hipsters down and my thong along with them, exposing my firm, round ass to his gaze. He didn't pull them down any farther than he needed to and I kept my legs together, seemingly bound by the pants bunched around my thighs. There was a pause while Mike freed his cock and I looked over my shoulder, seeing his manhood only as a shadow. He was big though, I knew that, and I felt a sudden rush of nervous fear coursing through my blood.
I'd never done this before. I was a virgin and unprepared for a real man to fuck me. The thought of pain was what frightened me, only that. I wanted Mike to fuck me. I wanted to feel his cock inside my body. I was hungry for it the way any woman would be. I just didn't want it to hurt, but I didn't have much choice anymore and I wasn't about to try and stop him.
"In my ass…" I breathed. "Fuck me in my ass, okay?"
"You sure?" Mike asked me and his penis was riding between my ass cheeks, the shaft sliding up and down and I could feel some wetness there.
"Yeah," I giggled, wondering what Mike would say when he realized it was the only pussy I had. I really hoped he wasn't going to be pissed, but in truth I couldn't even imagine that. He was as hot for it as I was.
"Kay, baby…" Mike chuckled and I could feel him pressing his cockhead deeper. "It's your ass."
"Uh-huh," I agreed and then I gasped loudly, jerking as I felt the dull head of his prick against my virgin sphincter. "Ahhhh…Oh! Fuck…" I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly and grimacing against a sensation that wasn't so much painful as just…Painful.
Mike held my hips tightly and pushed hard against me, forcing his cock inside my ass slowly but surely. It was sharp and burning and for a second I thought there was no way I could take him. It hurt too much. I was too small and he was too big. We had to stop and I was ready to tell him that when suddenly…
*POP*
His cock was in me! I felt it distinctly, the swollen glans had pushed past my tender anus and inside my rectum and it stopped hurting. Sorta. My asshole felt stuffed and my sphincter had snapped shut behind him, wrapped snugly around Mike's shaft and now all he had to do was push. Slowly, gently, thrusting into my ass and pulling back. He took a little more everytime and it was a vague, cramp-like sensation. Uncomfortable to be sure and a brand new experience, but I was enjoying it. I was being fucked and it was good.
"How's that? You okay? Jesus you're tight!" Mike was talking to me, working his cock in and out of my butt and I had no idea how he could control himself like that.
I could well imagine how it must have felt having his cock in the hottest, tightest hole he'd ever fucked. I was waiting for him to just slam his prick inside me, to take every inch of my virginity all at once, but he didn't. Mike was fucking me nice and slow, letting me get used to it, and somewhere in the middle of all that perfection I was cumming.
"Mmmm..." I sighed, or whimpered more like, feeling my eyes growing wet with tears. My body spasmed with pleasure and it erupted from my cock which was trapped beneath my tummy. I could feel that stain spreading beneath me as I moved, as Mike worked his cock in and out of me, feeding me an inch and taking half of it back. He was so long and thick, stretching me completely, and whatever pain I might have felt had long been lost beneath the raw pleasure that enveloped me.
I didn't protest at all when Mike finally picked up the pace. He was satisfied that I could take him and a man's patience only extends so far. He hunched over me, his legs spread and straddling mine. Mike fucked me with long, deep strokes, nearly pulling himself completely out of me at times, but being careful not to. When he pushed deep, I could feel his pubic hair tickling my skin and his cockhead would find something soft and sensitive at the bottom of my hole, the pillow of my prostate, I thought, and the smallest touch was a sudden jolt of pure lust-filled pleasure.
Soon enough I was pushing myself back as best I could, lifting my hips and ass to meet Mike's urgent penetration. I wasn't just taking it, I was fucking the man eagerly. I wanted him harder and faster and deeper. I was moaning my desires, punctuating every thrust of that beautiful cock with a sharp breath and desperate gasp. Mike was grunting above me, pulling me back with his strong fingers digging into my skin. I was cumming over and over beneath him and everytime I did my body would shrink with contractions of pleasure. My asshole would spasm and suckle on the man's prick like a hungry mouth. We were doing it right the first time out, and we both knew it.
"Ohhh…" Mike threw his cock into me one last time and I felt it.
His cum spilled out of his cock quickly, flooding my bowels with a delicious warmth that I hadn't expected. I could feel him jerking inside me, ejaculating violently inside my willing body. Mike was cumming and he was my first. It brought me off again and I nearly sobbed with the pure joy of becoming a woman. That sounds silly, I know, but that's how it felt for me. That's how I chose to regard those feelings which were so unlike anything I'd ever felt as a man. I was completed somehow. Taking a man's seed inside my body was the final proof of who I really was.
"I'm a girl," I said with a soft giggle and Mike was collapsed on top of me, but I didn't mind. He covered me with his body while we caught our breath and regained our senses.
"What?" he asked, kissing my cheek through my hair.
"Nothing," I sighed happily. "Thank you. That was…Wonderful…"
"Hmmm…" Mike sighed as well and his cock was still inside me, still hard and leaking his semen. I could have stayed like that for a long, long time without complaint.
"The fuck you doin' homes?" someone interrupted us. "Pimpin' my ride, motherfucker?"
"Is this your car?" I lifted my head and giggled at the guy, just because I was feeling a little high just then. "Sorry."
The man was big and black and dressed in a flashy suit, lime green with a lot of bling, you know? Like a pimp straight out of central casting and that seemed kind of funny too. He had a gold tooth right in front and it flashed every now and again as he spoke.
"Shut the fuck up," he said, meaning me, and I wondered what the guy was so upset about. His Mercedes was a little wet maybe, I'd definitely stained it, but we hadn't scratched the paint or anything.
"Jesus. I'm sorry, man." Mike pushed himself up, pulling his cock out of me. He turned his head while he fixed himself, looking at the pimp over his shoulder.
"Sorry?" The man stared at him. "Fuck's sorry? Sorry's gonna be your milky ass after I beat you down, bitch!"
"Whoops!" I made a little face as Mike turned around and pressed a large black gun against the pimp's forehead, right between his big brown eyes.
BLAM!
"Fuck!" I blinked and jumped, and my ears were ringing at the sound of the gunshot. Mike hadn't hesitated even a second and now the man's head was all over the sidewalk. I hadn't been expecting that. The pimp neither, I bet.
"Never liked him," Mike said, scratching his jaw with the gun for a second before hiding it away inside his jacket. I hadn't even realized he'd had a gun.
"You killed him," I said, standing stupidly with my pants around my thighs. My thong was down there too and my sperm covered cock and balls were exposed and plain as day, but I wasn't thinking about that. I wasn't thinking about the throbbing in my sore ass or the cum that was starting to leak out of my well-stretched hole. I wasn't thinking about anything.
"Yeah," Mike nodded and then he was looking at me.
"I mean…You killed him!" I was shaking and then I was throwing up. The salad I'd had for dinner just exploded out of me and onto the sidewalk.
"Come on." Mike was trying to get me dressed. "Pull this up. We gotta get out of here."
"Why'd you kill him?" I wasn't crying, but I felt like I was going to and it seemed as if everywhere I looked I saw blood.
"Look at his hands," Mike said, nearly jerking me off my feet as he gave my hipsters a hard pull skyward. I lost my balance and I had to grab him, but maybe I would have anyway. I couldn't feel my legs.
"What?" I licked my lips, tasting bitter vomit and I tried to spit it out.
"His hands…Never mind. We gotta go."
Mike was pulling me along quickly, but I saw what he was talking about. There was a shiny revolver in the black guy's right hand. Maybe he'd been planning to use it, maybe not. It didn't matter now and I'd never know. Mike had killed the guy and I'd never seen anything so violent in my life. It wasn't like television. It wasn't like anything. The man was dead and a block later I had to stop and throw-up again.
Mike's car was parked across the street from the restaurant we'd eaten at and neither of us said anything until a police cruiser with flashing lights wailed past, going the other way. I turned around in my seat, watching as it turned a corner and disappeared. Mike was driving calmly. Not speeding, not doing anything, just driving like everything was perfectly normal.
"What kind of lawyer carries a gun?" I wondered, staring at the man and trying to understand who and what he was. I was numb and dumb and very confused.
"I'm not that kind of lawyer," Mike said with a little shrug. He looked at me. "I'm sorry, Cindy. I didn't have a choice."
"Everybody has a choice!" I said.
"No," Mike sighed, shaking his head.
"Let me out," I told him. "Stop the car! Let me out here!"
"Cindy…"
"Stop the fucking car!" I screamed.
Mike pulled over to the curb and I opened the door, taking a deep breath of cold night air. I didn't know where I was exactly and I didn't really care. I just sat there with the door open, the dome light burning yellow above us and a soft chime ringing above the engine's meager growl. The river was nearby. I could smell it and I closed my eyes, breathing deep and trying to get the image of that dead black man out of my head.
"What do you want to do?" Mike asked me after two or three minutes.
"Sleep," I replied, pulling the door closed and Mike was right; sometimes we don't have any choice at all.