Cinderella
Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]
Cinderella - Book One
by T.S. Severe
Chapter Four
"What happened?" asked Evelyn as I used the key she'd given me and entered her apartment.
It was more of a loft than anything else, situated above a pawn shop and overlooking the busy street outside. Evelyn was sitting on a generous futon, made up with pastel sheets and a golden comforter. It was the only piece of furniture she owned other than a glass coffee table she used for a desk and a couple overstuffed bookcases. There was a small kitchen and an even smaller bathroom, a fire escape outside that Evelyn used for a balcony, and little else. Her closet was a wire strung ten feet across one corner of the room and a few cartons stacked beneath the wardrobe hanging there.
She had watercolors on the whitewashed walls, framed and unframed, nudes of Evelyn for the most part and they were quite good. Parting gifts from an old girlfriend recently departed for Toronto or someplace, Evelyn had explained with a self-conscious smile. There had been more of them, but every now and then Evelyn had to sell one if she wanted to eat. A bare bulb burned in a socket hanging from the ceiling, but only because the girl was studying. Evelyn preferred candles and she had dozens planted around her apartment. Aside from her books, there was a small stereo sitting on the floor and it was playing a local radio station, some old David Bowie at the moment. She didn't have a television or internet, nothing like that.
"Cindy? What's wrong?" Evelyn got up as I sat down, just slumping against her front door and hugging my knees.
"I'm scared," I said and I was finally crying.
"What happened?" Evelyn's almond eyes were full of concern as she knelt beside me, pulling me close for a much needed hug.
"I don't know. I'm okay," I said weakly, burying my face in her crimson hair, clutching the woman as the wetness ran from my eyes. I wasn't sobbing, nothing like that. I just had to let it go, all the tension and fear. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Shhh…" Evelyn kissed my head, stroking my back and even rocking me like a child. "You're alright now. I'm here, Cindy."
I'd kept my emotions in check during the long drive, ignoring Mike and not speaking except to tell him where I was going. He'd frightened me terribly, but it wasn't him I was afraid of. It was what the man was capable of. I didn't understand why he'd had to shoot that guy. He could have told the pimp to drop the gun. He could have hit the guy maybe. He could have…I don't know…Mike could have done something else and he didn't. That's what scared me.
That and all the blood.
"Better?" Evelyn asked me fifteen or twenty minutes later.
"I think so," I nodded and took a ragged breath, a deep one and let it out slowly. "Yeah. I'm better."
"Good," Evelyn said, holding my shoulders and searching my eyes with hers. "I'll make some tea, okay?"
"Yeah," I said with a grateful smile and I really was feeling better. I'd just needed a little cry and someone to comfort me. "I'll take a shower. Is that alright?"
"What?" Evelyn made a frown. "You live here now. Don't be silly."
She stood up slowly and held out her hands to help me off the floor. I was trying hard to push the bad thoughts away and I couldn't help but smile as I noticed how Evelyn was dressed, or wasn't as the case may be.
"What?" she asked with a smile of her own and then a soft grunt as she pulled me up by the hands.
"Nothing," I said innocently, but I looked her up and down deliberately so she'd know what I found so amusing.
Evelyn was wearing a pair of pink tights of the sort you'd expect to find on a ballerina beneath her tutu. They were old too, nearly worn through at the knees and almost threadbare in other places, especially the crotch. I suspected that whatever panty lining those tights were supposed to have was long gone. I could actually see the shadow of her dark pubic hair and even the distinct shape of her sex beneath the skintight material. It was seriously sexy and I wondered if it was deliberate. A plain white bra completed her outfit, small and simple with soft cups holding Evelyn's smallish breasts. Only the bra and nothing more and that too was sexy. She looked like she was about fifteen, I thought, except for the maturity of her pretty face and surprising height. She was nearly as tall as I was.
"I was studying!" Evelyn giggled. "It's comfortable."
"I bet," I stuck out the tip of my tongue and Evelyn kissed me. A quick, spur-of-the-moment peck on the lips, and then she turned away with a laugh, half running the dozen odd feet to her kitchen. It was fun and flirtatious and I seriously wondered how that other girl could have left Evelyn for Toronto. That hardly seemed like a fair trade to me.
The shower was a real luxury, although the bathroom itself was fairly meager. A toilet, shower, and sink and nothing else, but it was clean and the water was hot. I borrowed some of Evelyn's shampoo and used her soap, reminding myself that I really did need to go shopping for more than just clothes. I used her toothbrush as well, but I had little choice after puking up my dinner in that alley. I was desperate to be clean.
Evelyn had convinced me to come home with her as her shift finished about ten minutes after ringing up my new clothes. She'd skipped her evening classes just for me and I really had no idea where our relationship was going, or if we even had one. I'd never moved in with anyone until I'd married Belinda and this was a whole other universe compared to that. I didn't even know Evelyn's last name, but I'd left all my jewelry in her unsuspecting care without a second's hesitation. The watch alone would have paid for this apartment and everything in it probably.
"I should have bought a nightgown," I said, emerging from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me.
"Nah," Evelyn smiled up at me from her futon. "Waste of money. Here, hold on…"
I watched her pink butt wriggle as Evelyn crawled across the futon to her closet, such as it was, and started digging through a plastic milk crate. Those tights were obscenely sexy, I decided, and the girl must have known what she was doing. She was hunched over on her knees with her small round ass in the air, the pink cotton gripping her body like a well-worn glove. It was a feast for the imagination as well as the eyes.
My cock was growing hard as I stood there and I was beginning to wonder about that. How many orgasms had I had that day? Dozens, it seemed like, and I was still getting hard? Even when I'd been a hopeful high school stud at eighteen I would have been lucky to get off four or maybe five times in one day. A dozen orgasms? Multiple orgasms? Boys just aren't built like that, you know? But hey, I wasn't complaining, believe me, and I wasn't much of a boy anyway, was I?
"Here we go!" Evelyn said, looking over her shoulder and catching my hungry gaze. "This is all you need."
She was giggling and I was blushing, thinking I needed something more than the oversized t-shirt Evelyn had found for me. She knew it too and her smile was teasing as she tossed it to me. I debated putting it on over my towel, keeping some semblance of modesty, but I was already embarrassed, I thought, so what was the difference? Besides, I wanted to see Evelyn's reaction as I unknotted the towel and let it fall to my feet.
"Ahemmmm…" Evelyn cleared her throat softly, biting her bottom lip pensively, and that was a very nice reaction.
I'll admit that I posed a bit, but only because I was still somewhat infatuated with myself. I'd had my body less than a day and I was getting used to it, but I'd pretty much decided that given the choice between Cindy and Robert? I very much preferred being a woman, even if she did come with a sexy little cock and sperm-filled balls. Being five foot ten inches tall and just about 115 pounds, I was probably too thin, even by the ludicrous standards of Hollywood. But my breasts were ripe and firm, my hips soft and round, long smooth legs and a perfect heart-shaped ass, all of it conspired to define feminine beauty.
None of that would have mattered though if I didn't have the looks to go with the body. While my female form drew Evelyn's rapt attention, and my swollen cock and hairless balls fed the girl's imagination, it was my impossibly beautiful face that held her transfixed. My long black hair was wet and pulled behind my graceful neck and shoulders. My damp skin was scrubbed pink and unblemished; my eyes shone brilliant blue and my luscious lips barely parted with a feigned innocence that my heart didn't share.
I gave myself to Evelyn for a long minute before I spoiled it with a laugh, pulling the t-shirt over my head to cover myself. It was very long and fell mid-thigh with a faded Minnie Mouse waving from over and around my boobs. Evelyn looked away for a second and then laughed as well, crawling back to her place on the futon and making a spot for me.
"Come on, we'll have some tea," she said and there were cups steaming on the coffee table she was using for a desk. It was littered with papers and pens and opened notebooks, reminding me of my own recent college experience.
"Mmmm…Comfy," I said, wincing slightly as I sat down. Soft as Evelyn's futon was, my butt was very tender from the fucking Mike had given me. I'd washed myself thoroughly in the shower, but I could still feel his cum deep inside me and in truth, I didn't mind it so much.
"Do you want to talk about?" Evelyn asked and I realized she'd mistaken the pained look on my face for something else.
"Are you Japanese?" I asked by way of answer, picking up my tea and blowing across it.
"Me? No." Evelyn smiled at me. "I'm American."
"I know that!" I rolled my eyes. "I mean…"
"I'm teasing," she laughed lightly. "My grandparents came from Korea right after World War Two."
"That's cool," I nodded. "So they got out before the Korean war then."
"Yeah, my dad's family," Evelyn said. "My mom came over with her aunt who was married to an American. That was like 1970 or something. She was pretty young."
"Your mom's aunt was married to American? What was he doing?"
"He was in the air force," Evelyn explained. "I was just a kid when he died, but he was nice. He always had candy in his pockets for me."
"Sounds nice," I smiled. "Your family must be pretty close."
"Yeah," Evelyn shrugged. "I guess so. They live in Philadelphia. Kind of a Little Seoul in the middle of Little China down there."
"That's where you're from?" I gave her a look. "You sound like you were born here."
"Nope," she smiled at that. "I'm a Philly girl, but I've been here almost six years so, I dunno…I guess it just rubbed off on me."
"I guess so," I agreed.
"I get down there once in awhile. Couple times a year," Evelyn said. "But I'm sorta the black sheep anyway, so now that my folks finally got the internet they're happy with an email once in awhile."
"The black sheep?" I asked. "Why?"
"Why?" Evelyn laughed and I loved the way her pert little nose scrunched up when she did that. "I'm pretty queer, just in case you haven't noticed."
"Oh." I made a little eek! face and giggled. "I guess I wasn't thinking about that."
"No?" Evelyn gave me a doubtful pout. "Not thinking about it even a little?"
"Welllll…" I pouted right back.
"You probably know what it's like anyway, right?" Evelyn asked me. "I mean, unless you have like the coolest parents in the free world…"
"Um…" I knew what she was talking about, but I had no idea what to say.
"I know a couple girls like you…"
"Like me?" I blinked at her.
"Yeah, you know…" she shrugged. "…Transsexuals."
"Oh, yeah," I nodded.
"They got all kinds of horror stories," Evelyn said. "Like being gay isn't bad enough, they gotta get punished for wanting to be who they really are."
"Hmmm…" I sipped my tea and it was some kind of green tea, slightly bitter, but good too.
"People are such total hypocrites sometimes," Evelyn continued. "I hate that stuff. As soon as I knew? I was out."
"Really?" I looked at the girl and Evelyn's oriental eyes were soft and brown and totally serious. She was so pretty with her crazy red hair and the ruby stud in her nose, a little makeup, but not much. She was like nobody else I'd ever met and it was weird sitting there, just because I knew Evelyn wouldn't have given Robert a second glance.
"Oh yeah," she nodded. "I was fifteen and totally confused. I mean, I was really lost about who I was and what I was doing."
"What happened?"
"I met this girl." Evelyn smiled. "She was older than me, like nineteen maybe, and we just connected and then I knew."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Evelyn said with a playful look. "She fucked my brains out."
"Oh!" I laughed and Evelyn was grinning at me.
"Anyway, three days later I told my parents I was gay and after that…" she held up her hands with a sigh, "…I was the black sheep"
"They still love you though…"
"Oh yeah," she agreed. "They didn't disown me or anything, but I'm the only girl so…They were kind of planning on boyfriends and weddings and husbands…blah! Not for me!"
"You don't like boys at all?" I wondered, kind of gently because I was sitting there with a cock and balls between my creamy thighs.
"Nope," Evelyn shook her head. "I don't hate them, but there's definitely no attraction."
"So why do you like me?" I asked, and I wasn't trying to be stupid, but of course it came out that way.
"Are you kidding?" She stared at me.
"I just mean…" I glanced down and Evelyn laughed.
"That just makes you perfect," she said. "The other girls, the trannies I know, they're trying so hard, but you…"
"What about me?"
"You're more of a girl than I am," Evelyn said seriously.
"I don't know about that, but…" I was smiling, feeling good about myself because I knew she was right.
"I do," Evelyn told me and then smiled. "And I'm a total lez, so I know what I'm talking about. Right?"
"Yeah," I agreed happily and the truth was I'd been feeling a little guilty about how comfortable I was being Cindy.
I'd expected to feel more shocked by what had happened to me, changing from a man into a woman literally overnight, but I hadn't. Robert would have been horrified and humiliated at the idea of sucking another man's cock, but I'd gone to my knees eagerly and more than once that day. And being fucked? That should have been the absolute worst thing imaginable, but I'd been begging for it when Mike had taken my virginity. I hadn't merely enjoyed the experience, I'd loved it.
Wasn't I still Robert? I had his knowledge. I possessed his memories. I'd lived for twenty-six years as a boy and I'd never thought twice about it. My sexuality didn't live in my DNA, did it? There was no gene that Cindy possessed, telling me how to behave. It was a function of the mind, the sum of my experience that made me who I was. That's what I believed, but until my alarm clock had gone off this morning, Cindy hadn't even existed. She had no experience of her own. No memories of being a little girl and playing with dolls. Everything I was intellectually and emotionally should have been male…
But it wasn't and that was where the guilt had come from. Like maybe I hadn't fought hard enough to save Robert, and that's very much how it seemed to me. Robert was gone, as if the man was dead, and I'd been the one to kill him. Me. Cindy. I'd stolen his past without a backward glance or a hint of remorse. That seemed hardly fair and not just a little crazy. Thinking about it too much was going to put me in a hospital for sure and when I needed a lifeline to pull me out of the quicksand, Evelyn was there. She was telling me it was okay to be who I was, who I was meant to be.
"Do you, um…Do you have a boyfriend?" Evelyn wondered and our tea was almost finished.
"I'm not…sure," I answered slowly
"Don't tell me," she sighed. "It's a dumb question. You probably have ten of them."
I shook my head at that. "No, I don't. I'm…This is weird. Um…"
"What?" Evelyn cocked her head and pulled her crimson hair back, tucking it behind her right ear.
"See, I was never with a guy until today," I started to explain and then I giggled. "I was never with a girl either. I mean, I was, but not like this…shoot."
"Just tell me," Evelyn laughed and I wasn't making much sense.
"I kinda have amnesia," I said, deciding that was a pretty good excuse.
"Amnesia?" Evelyn narrowed her eyes. "Like, what? You got hit on the head or something?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe. I just woke up and…" I sighed, "…here I am."
"Weird." Evelyn blinked at me and maybe even believed me.
"So I met this guy," I said, going slowly and trying to decide how much to say and how to say it. I definitely wasn't going to tell Evelyn everything and nothing at all about the pimp.
"Met him today?"
"Tonight." I cleared my throat and I felt a flash of guilt because suddenly I realized I could have almost sorta been cheating on the girl, except I wasn't sure what we had going at that point. But still, I was staying at her place and using her toothbrush, so…
"Oh." Evelyn took that without much reaction.
"And this guy, Mike, he's a lawyer or something," I said. "He's going to help me find out who I am and what happened to me."
"Okay, that's cool," Evelyn smiled and I thought she looked relieved, which meant I couldn't tell her even half of everything.
"Yeah," I agreed, but then she blindsided me.
"You were with him though," she said.
"What?"
"You said you were never with a guy until today," Evelyn licked her lips. "You meant sex, right? That's what we were talking about?"
"Evelyn, um…" I frowned and my heart was in my throat, painfully.
"It's okay," she shrugged and I hadn't spent all those years dating girls not to pick up on that lie. "You don't owe me anything. It's not like we're married or whatever."
"It just kinda…happened," I said lamely.
"So once this guy figures out who you are, um…" Evelyn was looking down. "I guess you'll have to take off anyway, huh?"
"I don't know," I told her.
"You'll go back to wherever you came from and…" Evelyn looked up at me. "I'm being stupid now."
"No, you're not," I said quickly. "I don't really know what I'm doing. I was with that guy, but I don't know him. I don't…trust him. What happened tonight…It doesn't change anything."
"Doesn't change what?" Evelyn asked me.
"The fact that I'm here," I said softly. "That I'm with you."
"Yeah?" She bit her bottom lip.
"I want to be with you, Evelyn," I told her. "If that's what you want too, I mean."
"But?"
"But…" I sighed. "I can't promise anything, you know? I'm trying to fix my life and…"
"I know," she said with a nod. "I just get selfish sometimes."
"Selfish is good sometimes," I said, putting my forgotten teacup down on the table. "It's okay to want."
"But I want you," Evelyn said.
"I'm right here," I told her, trying to coax a smile from her pretty face.
"But that guy…" Evelyn started and then changed her mind. "I just can't believe I have to share the most beautiful girl I've ever seen with a fag."
"What?" I laughed and so did she finally. "No. I don't think he's gay."
"Yeah. I guess he wouldn't be, would he?" Evelyn shook her head and put her cup next to mine.
"Or, he could be, I guess," I shrugged. "I don't know anything about him."
"But you hired him, right?"
"Sorta," I agreed. "He's helping me anyway."
"And you don't trust him."
"Hmmmm…no," I decided. "Not yet."
"You should find out who he is," Evelyn said and we were both glad to change the mood, I thought, if not the actual subject.
"Like Google him?" I suggested and Evelyn rolled her eyes.
"No! If this guy's gonna fix your life, you need to know more than that," she told me. "What's Google gonna say? He's got a blog about fly fishing? Come on!"
"Well…What?" I asked her. "Hire an investigator to investigate my investigator?"
"Huh?" Evelyn grinned at me and I giggled. "Nooooo…" she said. "Let me do it."
"You?" I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm a journalism major, remember?" she jerked her head towards her homework. "It's what I do…What I want to do anyway. Dig up the dirt."
"Have you ever done that?"
"Yeah, they don't just lecture all the time," Evelyn said. "I've had assignments, you know. Done some research."
"Really?" I smiled and I don't know why that should have surprised me, but at the same time I wondered if trying to dig up dirt on Mike was such a good idea.
"What? You think I wanna be the channel nine Weathergirl when I grow up?" Evelyn asked and we both laughed.
"You'd be a good one," I teased her.
"I even interned for The Village Gossip last summer," Evelyn said proudly.
"The Village Gossip?" I'd never heard of it.
"It's a queer newspaper up in Greenwich," Evelyn explained with a shrug. "I almost got in at the New York Times, but…"
"But?"
"The assistant editor, the guy who hires the interns? He wanted me to blow him," she frowned. "Believe that? I could get the job if I sucked him off, the prick."
"Really? The New York Times?"
"Yeah," Evelyn laughed. "I might have expected it from the Post. So much for being liberal, huh?"
"Heh!"
"Anyway, the Village is cool," she said. "We'll go up there sometime, you can meet some of my friends."
"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "Hit some galleries maybe?"
"You like art?"
"Some of it," I shrugged. "I'm no expert or anything."
"Cool," Evelyn smiled. "Me neither. So tell me about this guy. What's his name?"
"Oh, I don't know. He's…I don't want you to get hurt or anything."
"Hurt? Me?" Evelyn grinned at me as she picked up a pen and notebook. "He won't even know about me. Come on…Tell me everything."
Everything turned out to be not much at all. Michael Cicero, a forty-something Caucasian and policeman turned lawyer. He liked ravioli and old movies, he drove an old Plymouth sedan, a gray one, sorry no license plate numbers. He was circumcised, although I didn't mention that specifically, and carried a big fucking gun that he knew how to use. I didn't tell Evelyn about that either, although I really thought maybe I should have. It might have changed her mind.
"Should get a picture of him sometime," Evelyn said, kind of frowning at my lack of knowledge, I suspected.
"What? Yeah. Say cheese Mike!" I rolled my eyes. "He's probably not real big on cameras."
"So? Just take one when he isn't looking," Evelyn suggested and when I gave her blank look she just shrugged. "I don't know. Use your phone. You got one of those, right? Make like you're calling someone and…Hey…What?"
I was already up, grabbing my shopping bag where I'd left it near the stereo. My phone was with my jewelry, inside my folded dress, and of course everything was still there, I wasn't worried about that. I was thinking about my phone and how I'd turned it off that morning. Nobody would be calling for Cindy, of course, but I couldn't forget that Robert was still around in the hearts and minds of people everywhere. Wives, fathers-in-law, friends and coworkers. Robert had stolen 12 million dollars and I really needed to know what people were going think about that, you know?
"My phone," I said, giving Evelyn an apologetic smile as I turned it on. I immediately got a trilling ringtone telling me I had voicemail. A lot of voicemail as it turned out.
"Robert! Why is your phone turned off? Where are you? Call me back this minute!" That from my wife, who had her own ideas on how technology functions.
"Mr. Patterson? You're running late. You have that conference call with London at nine and Mr. Carlisle wants you for lunch…oops, you know what I mean. I hope you get this soon." That from my secretary. She was a good one and her pun was probably intentional.
"Robert? Honey? Where are you? I'm so worried. Daddy hasn't seen you at the office. Are you okay? Call me. I love you." My wife again, the lying bitch.
"Hey Robbie! You missed the London call. Where the hell are you anyway? The old man's gonna have your balls for this one! I hope she's worth it!" That from a guy named Steve, one of my co-workers and Baron's golden boy at the bank. I really didn't like him.
"Hey son, it's me. We're missing you around the office and Belinda is worried sick. I have your secretary checking hospitals, for Christ sake. I know you're upset. I'll talk to her, work this whole thing out. Come on home, son. We're worried about you." That was Baron Carlisle before he found out his money was gone.
"Robert, you son of a bitch! Where's my jewelry? Who was that woman you were with? Answer me! Arrggg!" Belinda, showing her true colors, but who can blame her?
"You little cocksucker! You'll never get away with it! Another woman? Are you out of your mind? Belinda wants to call her lawyers! You dump that whore and get your ass back home before you find yourself eating out of a garbage can!" That was my father-in-law after he found out I'd given away Belinda's jewelry.
"Robert…(sigh)…We need to talk, son. I'll deal with Belinda, don't you worry about her, just come back to the office. We need to go over some numbers, Robert. I know you're scared, but you don't have to be. Come on in and let's make this thing right." That was Mr. Carlisle after he found the empty Soledad accounts.
There was more. Some threats from Belinda and some pleading too. Her father was doubtlessly putting some pressure on her to at least get me back home before she made me really suffer. My secretary left another message hoping I was okay and I think her concern was genuine. It was the last message that really bothered me.
"Hello. Robert Patterson?" a voice asked, sounding sort of like Darth Vader. "You're a dead man." And then he hung up. End of messages.
"What's wrong?" Evelyn asked me and she'd been going around the room lighting candles. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"What? Oh." I shook my head. "It's nothing."
"Come here," she said, relaxing on the futon and patting it gently. "It's getting late."
"Yeah," I agreed and according to my phone it was almost midnight.
That last message was frightening, as it was supposed to be, I'm sure, but then again I knew something my would-be assassin didn't – Robert was already dead. Taking reassurance from that was more than a little disconcerting, but luckily I had Evelyn to take my mind off everything else. Being Cindy, I was beginning to think, was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
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"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Evelyn asked me between kisses.
"What?" I breathed, smiling as we lay side by side. I'd removed her bra and Evelyn had pulled my t-shirt over my head, and now our hard nipples were rubbing against each other. She had small tits, but gorgeous, fat nipples and they felt so good pressing into my soft skin.
"I just wondered," Evelyn sighed, moving her right hand over my shoulder and down my back, dragging her nails along my spine. "Do beautiful people, the really beautiful ones like you, do they see themselves the way the rest of us do?"
"Evelyn…" I pressed my lips to hers, and our tongues met eagerly. I was rubbing her hip and thigh, caressing the woman's ass through her tights. I loved the way they felt beneath my fingers, even more than I enjoyed the way she looked wearing them.
"Do you?" she asked a moment later.
"Probably not," I whispered. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm just…me."
Evelyn smiled at that and lifted her right leg, putting it over my thighs and shifting her body even closer. My cock was as hard as it had ever been in my life, dripping precum and ready to cum at any moment if we weren't careful. Evelyn had the fire burning in my belly once more and I couldn't touch her enough, it seemed. I couldn't help but kiss her and I did it again, taking the girl's bottom lip between mine and sucking on it gently.
"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," Evelyn told me, whispering the words in my ear. "I love you, Cindy."
I turned my head, perhaps to tell the woman that I loved her too, but I couldn't be sure of the truth. I wanted to love her, that much was certain at least, and it might have been enough for Evelyn just to hear that. But she was kissing me deeply before I could reply, taking no chances after her intimate confession and we moved together so that I was on top of her.
"Make love to me," Evelyn said, looking up from the pillows into my eyes. Her legs were spread around me and my penis was sliding across the pink cotton covering her sex.
"You mean…"
"Yeah," she giggled. "I've never done it. Just make a hole…Tear it…Yeah…"
I was doing exactly that, reaching blindly between us, and I cupped Evelyn's pussy for a moment, feeling the warmth and humidity of her excitement rising between her legs. I massaged her cunt while we kissed, Evelyn sucking my tongue while I explored her swollen clitoris and puffy labia through her tights. The cotton was thin and weak, and after a minute or two I was able to rip into it with my fingernails, making a small hole which turned into a large rip. Evelyn gasped with delight when I found her naked sex with my fingers, combing my nails through her soft pubic hair and across her plump vulva.
"…yeah…um-hmmmm…oh…" She was breathing hard, gasping and moaning while I fingered her pussy gently. I moved my entire body in time with my hand, sliding my burning nipples over her body. I kissed her face and neck and then Evelyn's breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard so that she arched her back against the pleasure, cradling my head and groaning loudly.
Her pussy was wet and smaller than I might have expected. Of course I was comparing Evelyn to Belinda, at least subconsciously, and my wife had been fucking every big cock she could find since she hit puberty. Evelyn was someone else altogether. She'd spent her life with other women, with gentle fingers and loving tongues. Her pussy was small and tight, hot as a furnace inside and I could feel the uneven contours of her beautiful sex. I felt the ridges and bumps and the walls of her cunt clasping around my finger as if she were nursing on it.
"More…Yessss…Ah!" Evelyn lifted her ass off the futon and closed her thighs around my hand. She was cumming and all I could do was wiggle the tip of my finger as it was trapped inside her. She pulled me up for another kiss, rushing her tongue into my mouth almost violently. I couldn't remember ever bringing a girl to climax with my hand before, at least not like this. Evelyn was cumming hard.
"I love you," I told her, watching Evelyn's eyes as she came down from her orgasm.
She was breathing heavily and smiling and Evelyn let her legs fall open once more so I could move between them. My cock throbbed with anticipation and that part of me was very familiar and distinctly male, but the rest of me, my heart and mind especially, were less concerned with getting my cock inside the woman than with simply loving her. That's a vague distinction perhaps, but the best I can come up with and so it will have to do. Unlike Robert, whose lovemaking had always been selfish and centered around getting his cock inside the girl, Cindy just wanted to be with her. With Evelyn, and the how was much less important now than the why.
"Put it in me," Evelyn whispered and I knew she could feel my penis as it moved across her sex. I was rubbing the head of my cock up and down, splitting her greasy lips and all I had to do was push.
"Are you sure?" I asked, sort of teasing her, but serious too. Evelyn had never done this before and I didn't want to hurt her in any way, physically or otherwise.
"Oh yeah," she giggled. "Like a realistic dildo. I want it."
"I'm a dildo, huh?" I stuck out my tongue and Evelyn lifted her head to kiss it playfully and then pulled me down for a real one.
I pushed inside her then, feeling her pussy giving way to my cock easily, accepting the first and only penis Evelyn had ever known. I wasn't very large, of course, but that didn't matter. We fucked slowly in the beginning, kissing all the while and it felt good. Too good. I was going to cum after just a few minutes, I could tell. I wanted to last longer, but her cunt was hot and tight, the tender friction quickly becoming more than I could bear.
My body covered Evelyn's as I tried to keep most of my weight on my elbows. My tits were pressed flat against hers and our tummies were sticking together with sweat. Evelyn's fingers were in my hair, holding me to her passionate kiss, while her other hand held my waist, squeezing me with her fingernails digging into my flesh while I pumped my cock in and out of her.
It was beautiful, all of it, and I didn't slow down when I felt my orgasm rushing upward from my balls into my belly. I was cumming, loosing my semen into Evelyn's trembling cunt, but I was only barely aware of that. It was everything else that consumed my senses. Stars exploded behind my tightly shut eyes and my heart seemed to leap in my chest. I was cumming repeatedly with those multiple orgasms that I'd quickly learned to love and it had very little to do with my cock. I'd shot my load, ejaculating into Evelyn's womb, and my penis was still hard as ever, but it was the rest of me that kept going on and on. Like some kind of strange, tantric orgasm of the spirit rather than the flesh, I was cumming emotionally and desperate to share it with Evelyn.
"Oh God…" she gasped, feeling my cock cumming for the third or fourth time and we'd been making love for nearly an hour by then.
"Uhhh yeah!" I groaned, licking my lips and looking up at her. Evelyn was straddling me now, riding my cock while she held my breasts in her hands. It was a good way to do it and we'd been fucking hard and fast like that for some time.
We were both wet and out of breath, flushed with the exertions of our sex, and I had no idea how many times Evelyn had cum, but it must have been quite a few. We were ready for a break now though, and after Evelyn's orgasm subsided she collapsed on top of me, kissing my shoulder while I kissed her hair. We were panting happily, smiling and licking our lips. My cock was still nestled inside her and I was feeling somewhat sore down there. My balls were finally, completely empty, I thought. They had to be and I could feel my penis already starting to go soft. I didn't think I'd ever be happy about something like that, but I was then. An hour of fucking, not just foreplay, but serious fucking…Jesus, that was fun.
Sex was hard work too and we soon moved so that Evelyn and I lay side by side, smiling sleepily at each other in the candlelight. It was nice just touching her and feeling her fingers on me. The heady smell of our sex filled the small apartment and there was no part of the futon that wasn't stained and wet. We didn't complain though and as good as a shower might have felt just then, a change of linen maybe, being there with Evelyn was better. I did love her, I thought. I hadn't just told her that because we were having sex, but at the same time I wasn't sure if I really knew what love was.
I fell asleep feeling like I was sixteen again.
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I woke up alone which was so completely normal that I was momentarily afraid I was Robert again, waking up in his own bed.
"Whew!" I breathed a dramatic sigh of relief when I cupped my tits and they were still there. I was still Cindy and it hadn't been just a dream.
Knock…knock…knock…
That was the sound that had woken me up and I blinked against the sunlight pouring through the windows. It took me a second to collect myself and I wrapped a sheet round my body as I stood up. Evelyn was gone, but that didn't really surprise me. I knew she had classes in the morning and then worked in the afternoon. More classes in the evenings too and I admired her determination.
Knock…knock…
"Yeah, hold on…" I said, scrubbing my wild black hair with my left hand. It was all over the place. "Who is it?"
"It's me. Mike."
"Oh." I hadn't been expecting it to be anyone, but him least of all. I'd almost hoped my fairy godmother had tracked me down again.
"Hey," Mike said when I opened the door, looking exactly like he had the night before.
"Hey," I replied, clutching the sheet against my breasts. "Um…What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" he asked me and I shrugged, standing aside and closing the door behind him.
"What time is it?"
"About ten," Mike said, looking around. "There's no chairs."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Hold on a second. I need the bathroom."
I closed the bathroom door, dropped the sheet and sat on the toilet. I really did have to pee. My cock was hard, the way it always was in the morning, and I had to push down on it with my hand between my thighs, forcing myself to relax and let my bladder go.
"What are you doing here?" I called out.
"I saw your girlfriend leave," Mike's voice was muffled, but not too much. He was right outside the door.
"Yeah?"
"A couple hours ago, yeah. I figured you were still sleepin' up here. She looked kinda wore out, you know?"
"What are you saying?" I asked, smiling as my bladder finally let go. "You've been sitting outside for two hours so I could sleep?"
"Heh!" Mike chuckled. "I was out there all night. Don't worry about it."
"All night?" I wasn't worried about it, not until he said that. "You're not stalking me, are you, Mike?"
"Nah. Just doing my job," he said. "You got any coffee around here?"
"I don't know," I said. "Go look. I'm going to take a shower."
When I emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, I found Mike in the kitchen. He was boiling water for some instant coffee he'd found. The man smiled when he saw me and for some reason I found reassurance in that.
"I don't remembering paying you to watch me sleep," I said, working the laces in my corset top.
I needed to buy more clothes, obviously. I'd put my hipsters on over a pair of panties I borrowed from Evelyn, cute red ones that fit me pretty good. One size fits all, even if some of us have a cock and balls, I guess.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Mike shrugged, turning off the gas stove. "You don't have to worry about anything."
"What do you mean?" I looked up at him.
"The thing with Goldy," he shrugged. "I know the lead detective. Fingerprints…DNA…All gone now."
"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about.
"We were all over that car," Mike said, looking at a couple mismatched coffee cups as he poured hot water out of the pot. "Especially you."
"Oh." I frowned and went back to my top, getting the laces just right.
"Don't worry about it," Mike looked at me. "How do you like your coffee? Sugar?"
"Black. It's fine," I said. "I gotta get to work anyway."
"You work?" Mike lifted his coffee and took a sip.
"Brookline Member's Club." I shrugged, reaching for my own cup. "My first day."
"I know that place," Mike agreed. "Stripper, huh?"
"I guess." I pursed my lips and blew across my coffee.
"How come you didn't tell me you have a dick?"
"Uh…" I made a little face. "Is that why you're here?"
"No."
"Feeling a little insecure now?" I teased and he frowned at me. "Okay. So, why are you here, Mike?"
"Cause I'm your guy now, right?" Mike lifted his cup. "It's what I do."
"I have no idea what you do," I said seriously. "I hired you and I don't know what I'm getting or how much it's gonna cost."
"About ten grand," Mike said.
"If it wasn't for Gloria…What?" I blinked at him. "Ten thousand dollars?"
"For the moment. And some pictures," Mike agreed. "Like passport photos, that's what you ask for. Get a dozen of them."
"Okay," I nodded, thinking this at least sounded like the man had some kind of plan.
"I'm gonna work on a birth certificate first," Mike explained. "That won't be too hard, but I have to go out of state. It might take a day or two."
"Why?"
"You want the real deal, right?" Mike shrugged. "New York is all computerized, even the little towns upstate."
"Okay." I sipped my coffee.
"Someplace like West Virginia though…" Mike smiled. "You don't mind, right?"
"Being born in West Virginia?" I giggled. "I don't get to pick my name though, huh?"
"No. You're gonna be stuck for a while," Mike explained. "But then we file to change your name and six weeks later…"
"I can be Cindy Archer," I nodded. "I get it. But what about the other person? How does this work?"
"What other person?" Mike asked and then understood what I meant. "The boy on the birth certificate? He's gonna be dead."
"What?" I stared at him. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope," Mike shook his head. "We find someone born the right year, but died young. A little boy who got sick or…"
"I don't want to know," I decided.
"You asked," Mike said and I gave him an unhappy look. "Right, okay," Mike sighed. "Sorry."
"A girl," I decided.
"What?"
"I want to be a girl," I told Mike.
"I can see that," he chuckled. "But it might be tough explaining…"
"That's my problem," I shrugged and I wasn't going to argue it with him.
"Whatever," Mike agreed reluctantly and he clearly had a different opinion, but it was my birth certificate we were talking about.
"So…" I cleared my throat. "You need that ten thousand now?"
"Yeah," Mike agreed. "You have that kind of cash?"
"Not exactly," I said. "But let me show you what I do have…"
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"You didn't call," Ray pouted as I entered the club. He looked fresh and handsome as ever and I felt my tummy tighten with the pleasure of just looking at the man.
"I know," I sighed, leaning close and getting on my toes so I could kiss his cheek. "I was washing my hair."
"You're late." Mr. Goldman was chugging towards us. Still round and sweating, his brow furrowed as he drank me in. I had the impression that he'd been waiting for me.
"Are you going to fire me?" I asked him. "Or do you want to spank me instead?"
"Spank you?" The man drew a thick breath and we both knew that if anyone was going to be spanked, it was going to be him.
"Let's go to your office and talk about it," I said, giving Ray a wink over my shoulder and he rolled his eyes at us.
I wasn't exactly sure why I was taking the job at the club, other than the fact it was probably the only job I could get without a social security number. Maybe I just wanted the attention being a stripper promised me, or possibly I was there just so I could see Baron Carlisle. He liked the place, I knew that, and sooner or later the man was bound to come inside. What I'd do then, I couldn't say, but I was sure something would pop up…So to speak.
The idea of revenge for Belinda's betrayal was quickly fading, to tell the truth. Cindy had no reason to like or dislike the woman, she was Robert's problem and he was gone now. I'd taken her jewelry, along with her husband, and twelve million dollars from her doting father. That was a lot of revenge right there, if I stopped to think about it. So what did I really need Baron Carlisle for? It was a good question and I had no answer for it as yet, but I couldn't deny the man was in my head.
"Molly, this is Cindy," Mr. Goldman was making introductions in his office and I guessed his spanking had to wait. "The new girl I was telling you about."
"Hi Cindy," Molly offered her hand and she was a very attractive woman, tall and dark in the eyes and hair. She had nice skin, bronzed as if she'd just arrived from some sun drenched beach someplace and I was a little envious of her. Molly was dressed seriously too, not like the dancers at all, but in a casual skirt and blouse that showed off the firm body beneath.
"Hi," I returned her smile and shook her hand, looking her over the same way she did me. I guessed she liked what she saw, the woman's smile never faltered.
"I take care of the girls," Molly explained. "They work for me and I work for Mr. Goldman, okay?"
"Oh. Sure," I shrugged and the woman's tone left no doubt that she was in charge. It made sense. I mean, Mr. Goldman was the sort of guy a girl like me could walk all over and Molly knew it. The owners too, I imagined.
"Molly wasn't here yesterday," Mr. Goldman interjected, just to let us know he was still there.
"Thursday is my day off," Molly said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Let's sit down…Have you danced before?"
"Only in my kitchen," I replied lightly, sitting on Mr. Goldman's leather couch.
"It isn't very hard," Molly assured me, sitting down as well and turning her body towards mine. She crossed her long legs and I couldn't help but notice she wore real stockings. Her black skirt rode high, exposing an inch of well-toned thigh and a taut garter strap clipped to her stocking.
"Just topless, right?" I asked her, catching a little blush from Mr. Goldman. "I can keep my panties on?"
"Yeah, topless only," Molly agreed. "You want to get naked? Move to Jersey."
"Ah, no thanks," I laughed lightly.
"Did Mr. Goldman explain the rules to you?"
"You mean if a customer wants something…Special?" I asked her and Molly nodded.
"Have you done that before?"
"I've had sex before," I giggled. "But I've never done it for money, if that's what you're asking."
"Do you have any problems with that?" Molly asked me, scratching the leather with her fingernails. Her right arm was resting along the back of the sofa, behind my shoulders as I sat there.
"What if I do? You won't hire me?"
"I'm not a pimp," Molly laughed lightly. "It's up to you how you handle certain situations. I just want to know now and avoid a lot of trouble later."
"I don't think I'll have any problems with, uh…entertaining the customers," I said. "I kinda like it."
"That's why you're here?" she asked me and I wasn't sure I understood her at first.
"Looking for work?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I never had a job before and my counselor in high school always said I had a lot of potential, so…"
"Hmph!" Molly grinned at that, nodding her head and moving her fingers closer, teasing my bare shoulder lightly. "Yeah, I can see your potential, Cindy. You're a beautiful young woman."
"Thank you," I said, leaning towards her slightly, giving her fingers more of my skin.
"Stunning, actually. Don't you think so, Harry?" Molly asked the man without taking her eyes off me.
"Of course. Yeah. She's really, uh…Stunning," Mr. Goldman said and he'd been sort of pacing the room, watching us.
"I know Harry promised you a job," Molly said. "He's such a nice guy, but I'm the one who gets to hire and fire the girls."
"I see." I licked my lips and her hand was in my hair, caressing the back of my neck gently.
"So the only question is…" Molly's voice fell to a whisper. "…How badly do you want to work for me, Cindy?"
"Do you want me to show you?" I asked, letting my voice drip with promise.
"Yeah," Molly breathed and she was pushing me gently to move off the sofa and onto the floor. "Can you give us a few minutes, Harry? I think we need a little privacy now."
"Uh, sure," Mr. Goldman cleared his throat. "I have to check the stockroom anyway. Just…"
"Lock the door on your way out, please," Molly said, smiling into my face as she spread her legs, guiding me between her thighs.
"And you work for him, huh?" I giggled as I slid my hands along the top of Molly's legs, pushing up her skirt as I went and finding that the woman didn't bother with panties. She wore the stockings and a white lace garter belt, that was all, and her pussy was clean shaven and already moist.
"Don't talk…" Molly whispered, pulling my mouth to her cunt. "…Make it good now."
"Mmmphh…" I agreed, rolling my eyes upward as I kissed her pussy.
She was clean and fresh from a morning bath and smelling faintly of strawberries, I thought. Her sex was darker than the rest of her, even with that wonderful all-over tan Molly sported. There were no tan lines that I could see, but I wasn't really paying that much attention either. I was concentrating on pleasing the sexy pussy beneath my mouth and I used my thumbs to pull her brown labia apart and expose a delightfully hot pink interior.
"Lick me…That's it, uh-huh…Use your tongue, Cindy…" Molly was full of encouragement and in no rush at all. The slower and more deliberate I was, the more she liked it. I was taking long licks too, from the pucker of her asshole along her humid slit and up to the smallish nub of her pink clitoris.
Molly's flavor grew stronger after just a few minutes. The woman's juices were starting to flow and the bitter-sweet tang wasn't unpleasant by any means. I enjoyed licking her pussy and my tongue was working its way deeper with every lick I gave her. I was no longer pulling her lips apart, but rather massaging her thighs and squeezing them while I used my tongue to split her labia. They were growing plump with excitement, rubbery almost, and I drew them into my mouth.
She seemed to like that a lot and Molly's fingers were in my tangled hair as I sucked her pussy lips harder, finding that I could get a soft moan from the woman when I pinched her gently with my teeth. I was nibbling her labia and washing her flesh with my tongue. My upper lip and maybe even my nose was pressed against Molly's clit and I moved my head slightly, wagging it back and forth like a puppy tugging on a sock. Molly had a small cum very quickly then, trying to close her legs against my cheeks, but I dug my fingernails into her soft skin and kept her spread wide open.
"Uhhhh suck it…Suck it for me…Ummm…Hmmmm…" Molly moaned softly and I did as she asked. I let go of her swollen lips and kissed her cunt deeply, Frenching the woman like I would a lover's mouth. I covered her sex and sucked her trembling hole, pushing my tongue inside her and releasing a tiny flood of pungent girl cum. It was strong and salty, curling my tongue as I drank it down. I was swallowing her orgasm, as much of it as I could, and savoring the raw flavor of the woman's arousal.
"More?" I teased her a minute or two later, taking the opportunity to catch my breath.
"More…God yes…" Molly agreed with a soft groan, smiling at my beautiful face stained with her juices and my own saliva. My hair was clinging to my cheeks and her pussy juice was running down my neck.
"Hmmm…" I brought my hand to her pussy and began to fuck her, sliding my middle finger in and out of her tight, wet hole. She was hot inside, like Evelyn had been the night before, but not nearly so tight. I added another finger, pumping Molly's cunt and bringing my hungry mouth to her clitoris.
"Ahhh!" Molly jerked with a tiny spasm of pleasure when I pinched her clitty with my soft lips. I turned my hand and tickled the roof of her sex, looking for that sweet spot all girls have. She was moving her legs in and out like butterfly wings, and gripping my hair so tightly that my scalp burned. I was sucking her clit hard, fucking her cunt with my fingers, and the wetness spilled down her ass and onto the leather beneath her.
When I found the secret place with the tips of my fingers, Molly let loose with a real orgasm. I could feel the tender walls of her sex collapsing around me and she hunched her hips upward, grinding herself against my face and fingers. Molly's sharp gasps and low moans filled the office and I replaced my fingers with my mouth, sucking and licking and once again drinking the woman's oily cum.
She'd closed her legs by then and I hadn't tried to stop her. Molly's soft thighs pressed against my cheeks, trapping my flushed face against her. It was stifling hot and humid and I couldn't breathe, but none of that really mattered. I was suddenly overwhelmed by my own unexpected orgasm. I hadn't even noticed that my cock had grown hard in Evelyn's borrowed panties, but now I was shivering with the pure joy of cumming. I reached down to grab my cock through my leather pants, squeezing it and feeling the sticky warmth spreading across my skin.
I was a real mess when Molly finally released me, we both were, and I sat back on my heels, panting for air and licking my bruised lips. She was breathing hard as well, her half-lidded eyes glazed with sated pleasure. I was still rubbing myself, massaging my spent cock through my clothing and Molly perhaps wondered at that, but she wasn't saying anything. Just smiling and nodding her head, enjoying the vision of my stunning face covered with her cum.
"That…" I breathed, taking a second to swallow girl stained spit, "…is how badly I want the job."
"Hmmmm…" Molly sighed and then giggled lightly. "You're hired, Cindy. Definitely hired."