Cinderella

 

Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]

Cinderella - Book One
by T.S. Severe

 Chapter Five

"Ouch!" I winced, but didn't jerk away like I wanted to.

"Hold still, Cindy!"

"I thought you said it wouldn't hurt," I protested and she just rolled her almond eyes at me.

"It wouldn't hurt if you'd just relax," Evelyn said and my Korean girlfriend was trying to sound annoyed, but I wasn't buying it.

"You like this too much," I decided. "Let's go to the mall."

"It's midnight," she told me. "The mall's…"

"Owww!"

"…closed! There. See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Evelyn giggled. "Let me put it in now."

"Am I bleeding?" I wondered and she didn't bother to answer me.

"God, these are gorgeous," Evelyn sighed. "Where did you get them?"

"Old boyfriend," I said, trying to see my left ear in the small compact mirror I was holding.

"Some boyfriend. What was he, some kinda sheik or something?"

"Heh!" I laughed at that and scrunched up my nose as Evelyn pressed the stud through my freshly pierced earlobe. It was a little thicker than the needle had been.

"I think I saw earrings like this in a magazine once," she said, fitting the clasp onto the post. "There. Halfway done. Does it hurt?"

"It did," I told her.

"Yeah, yeah…Crybaby," she giggled. "Ready to do the other one?"

"No."

"Too bad," Evelyn said, pulling a fresh needle out of a shot glass full of tequila. We'd been drinking a lot of that stuff.

Her small stereo was going, playing some old Thompson Twins, and Evelyn was into that eighties stuff. She had a collection of it, with bands like Culture Club, The Fixx, Tears For Fears and I don't know what all else. I was always more into the nineties grunge thing, but maybe not anymore. Cindy liked to dance and Nirvana was a bit rough that way. Evelyn and I had been dancing since I'd gotten home from work, electing to stay in and make hand-stirred margaritas. Sorta. Mostly it was just tequila, salt and lime, with a bunch of ice cubes tossed in. Not really good, but they got better after about three of them, believe me. By my fifth, I thought they were the best drinks in the world. 

Evelyn and I were still meeting each other, getting to know one another, and desperately hoping our mutual attraction wasn't purely sexual. I didn't think it was, but at the same time I was still trying to get comfortable with myself too. A little alcohol was just what we needed probably, except the tequila was making us both horny, but that might only be an excuse. We were pretty horny for each other anyway, I think.

"Pick something," I said five minutes later and I was sporting a two carat diamond in each freshly pierced earlobe. They were worth five grand easy and now we were looking at the rest of my jewelry spread out on the futon between us.

"Really?" Evelyn blinked at me and she was much better at drinking than I was. The girl was buzzed, no doubt about that, but I was halfway to getting hammered. Robert hadn't been much of a drinker either.

"Uh…" I looked over the assorted treasure. "Except this…" I retrieved my emerald tennis bracelet which was in a Tiffany's box all its own. I wasn't going to be able to keep it, unfortunately. Like the Rolex, it was way too distinctive and if Mike asked me for more money, the bracelet was gonna be the next thing to go.

"Hmmm…" Evelyn pursed her lips.

"…and this…" I giggled, picking up a gold Gucci watch. It wasn't terribly expensive or anything, but seriously cute. I needed a watch after giving my Rolex to Mike that morning.

"…and…Oh! These…" I picked up a pair of earrings, beautiful sapphire studs, about half a carat each. "Cause they're for us."

"They are?" Evelyn giggled, giving me a curious look and I nodded.

"For our noses," I said seriously. "When I get mine pierced, I mean."

"You're gonna pierce your nose?" Evelyn clapped her hands happily. "Awesome!"

"Not now though!" I told her.

"Well, no…" she agreed. "That kinda hurts."

"It does?" I frowned.

"Nah!" Evelyn leaned over and kissed me wetly.

"Yeah it does!" I licked my lips. "You're such a liar!"

"Heh!"

"It's okay, right?"

"What?" Evelyn asked, sipping more of her drink.

"Getting my nose pierced? Or is it like some kind of secret lesbian code thing?"

"What?" she laughed at me. "No. It's just cool. If you want to tell people you're gay, I've got a Loud and Proud t-shirt around here someplace."

"Yeah?" I giggled.

"Queer Nation," Evelyn shrugged. "My old girlfriend liked to march."

"Hmmmm…" I sorta forgot what we were doing for a second. "Oh! Pick something already!" 

"I'm looking!" Evelyn said, kind of pawing through the pile. "God…Is all this stuff real?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded and there was quite a bit of jewelry there. A lot of gold and I picked up a bangle, three of them actually, since they were all identical and supposed to be worn together.

"These are from, um…Thailand," I told her. "Baht jewelry. It's like 22k or something. Hmmm…Maybe these are only 18, I can't remember."

"They're beautiful," Evelyn sighed. "That's too much though. Don't you have like something little?"

"Pearl necklace?" I suggested, picking up a long, black felt case and opening it. That had been another gift from Belinda's father and I don't think my wife had ever worn it. Sometimes I thought he should have married the bitch.

"I said little."

"Little?" I looked at Evelyn and she was smiling at me.

"Yeah. Just something from you, that's all I want," she told me. "I don't care what it is."

"Really?" I was smiling back. "You want me to pick?"

"Yeah," Evelyn nodded. "Whatever you give me, that's what makes it important."

"Okay, um…" I looked at the jewelry and I did find something small, something important. "This…Let me see your hand…"

"What is it?" Evelyn pulled her hair out of her eyes, trying to see what I was holding, but I was hiding it.

"Just a ring," I shrugged and I'd taken her left hand in mine and now I was sliding the ring on her finger. It was a pretty good fit.

"Oh!" Evelyn stared at it and then looked up at me.

"Not small enough?" I giggled.

"It's an engagement ring!" 

"It could be, I guess." I wondered if I was screwing up, but even if I was, I could always say I was drunk.

"Cindy! I can't take your engagement ring! Where did you get it?"

"An old boyfriend," I said with a shrug and a giggle. "It's okay. Just a little used is all. It's nice, right?"

"Nice?" Evelyn looked at me like I was crazy. "It's gorgeous. God! It's huge!"

"A little bigger than my earrings," I said. "Three carats."

"That's huge!" she said. "No. I can't take this…" She started taking the ring off but I grabbed both of her hands in mine, stopping her.

"I want you to," I said carefully, trying to be clear for both of us. "It doesn't mean anything, okay? It's just…If I'm going to be your girlfriend…"

"Are you?" Evelyn asked me softly.

"I don't know," I giggled, trying to hide my sudden nervousness. "Am I?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding quickly. "You are."

"Then…" I pushed the ring back down her finger where it belonged. "…I want you to have this."

We just kind of looked at it for a minute and I vaguely recalled giving that ring to Belinda and how she'd been pleased, but not exactly thrilled. It was like she'd been expecting it and the look I'd gotten had been…I don't know…smug satisfaction, maybe.

"Why are you crying?" I asked Evelyn, feeling suddenly worried.

"Because," she blinked at me, spilling tears down her flushed cheeks.

"Because why?" I almost smiled in my confusion. 

"I love you," she breathed, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me onto my back.

I may have been pretty drunk, but my cock didn't seem to know that. I was immediately hard, and in truth I was usually semi-hard around Evelyn anyway. She straddled me with her knees on either side of my hips, bending at the waist so she could kiss me deeply with her tongue. My hands moved by themselves, finding the girl's ass through her panties and that was all we were wearing. Hers were white and mine were blue and we didn't bother taking them off. She was reaching down to pull our underwear aside and I was moaning eagerly into her mouth.

"Ummmphh…" Evelyn groaned softly as my cock split her moist labia and she was fucking me, rocking her pussy on my smallish cock while we made out. For being a hardcore lesbian like she was, Evelyn loved to fuck, and we'd already made love twice that night. Now we were doing it again.

She really liked it on top too. Evelyn could look down at me and see a beautiful young woman. There was nothing about me to suggest I was anything else, except my penis and balls of course, but that hardly mattered. To Evelyn, I was just a girl with something extra, something different that made our sex even better. In every other way I was female and Evelyn played with my tits while she worked her pussy around my cock, grinding herself on it more than anything else. She would pinch my nipples, sometimes gently and other times almost cruelly, twisting and pulling the sensitive nubs of flesh until I was gasping and arching my back to relieve the pressure. 

Other times, like this time, Evelyn was content to press her own small breasts against mine, lying atop me and moving her body so that our stiff nipples would rub against each other while we kissed. It was intensely erotic, even through the alcohol fuzz that clouded my brain. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't know what we were doing or how good it felt. My senses which had seemed slow and dull a moment before were sharpened and all my attention was focused on this sexy oriental woman I was falling in love with.

I held her smooth, round butt in my hands, pushing and pulling her as I lifted my hips. I was going to be awhile cumming this time, I thought. Between the alcohol and our recent lovemaking, I finally had some stamina, but only in that way, in the male sense of ejaculation. There was another part of me, the larger and dominant part that was female, which would orgasm as well. That was the best for me and what I was striving for. I was going to cum with Evelyn several times, without spilling anything but tears of joy, long before my balls emptied inside her womb. 

It was magic.

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"No more tequila allowed on the premises," I decided, kind of shambling out of the bathroom. The shower had helped, but my head was hurting bad.

"I'll put up a sign," Evelyn agreed and she was hunched over a cup of coffee. There was one for me too, but I went for the aspirin first.

"Are you working today?" Evelyn asked me.

"Tonight," I answered from the kitchen. "The club doesn't open until five or something."

"I wish you wouldn't," she said, having just found out the night before that I was a stripper. We hadn't really discussed it yet, but I knew Evelyn wasn't thrilled.

"We need the money," I said, then swallowed three aspirins with a glass of water.

"Maybe," Evelyn sighed and she'd been hanging on by her fingernails for the last six months or so. Working part time while trying to pay for school and an apartment wasn't easy. It had turned her into something of a realist.

"It's just until Mike gets me fixed," I said, coming out of the kitchen. "As soon as I'm a real person again, everything will be fine. You'll see."

"What if you find out you're married or something?" Evelyn asked me with a frown. "Or…Not married, but you know. What if you have to leave me?"

"I won't," I promised her and that was the truth, but I regretted having to lie to the girl about the other stuff. I was trying to protect her though, so what choice did I have?

She thought Mike was just trying to find out who I was, like I really did have amnesia or something. I couldn't tell her the truth. Even if Evelyn believed me, and she wouldn't, it would be too dangerous. People were looking for Robert Patterson, serious people I was sure, and anyone who knew anything about him would be in trouble.

As soon as I had a real birth certificate and passport, I was leaving the country. I had over ten million dollars waiting for me and I could go anywhere I wanted once I had it. Evelyn would come with me and we'd live happily ever after on some beach someplace. That was my plan and all I had to do was be patient. If I'd been smart, I would have just stayed locked up in Evelyn's apartment, but that wasn't me. I had to stay busy. Cindy wasn't the kind of girl to lock herself away and the idea of hiding never seriously occurred to me.

"Someone gave you this ring," Evelyn said, looking down at the diamond on her finger.

"He's gone now," I told her, sitting behind her on the futon. "I'll never see him again, Evelyn."

I pressed my breasts against her back, hugging the pretty Korean girl tightly and burying my face in her hair. I found her breasts through the t-shirt Evelyn was wearing, cupping them gently and they were only a handful, no more or less, but perfect for me. It had taken me almost a year before I'd believed that I loved Belinda. It had only taken me a day to know I was in love with Evelyn.

"I need to run some errands before work," I said, reaching past her and picking up my watch. "It's almost noon."

"Don't go," Evelyn sighed, pulling my hand back to her breasts and I held her close. "It's raining. We can spend the day in bed."

"I have to," I whispered. "I don't have to do anything tomorrow though. We'll go out, okay? Up to the Village."

"Okay." Evelyn swallowed hard and I kissed her neck. She was unhappy and I knew it, but I didn't know how to make it better.

"What are you going to do today?" I asked her while I dressed, knowing she had the weekend off from school and work.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Study. Maybe go to the library and check out that Cicero guy."

"I'm still not sure that's a good idea," I said, although I was curious about him.

"I'll be alright," Evelyn turned her head, giving me a little smile. "I want to know who he is too."

"Are you going to be one of those jealous girlfriends?" I teased her, but Evelyn took my question seriously.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm jealous."

"Don't be," I kissed her cheek. "A couple weeks and everything will be different, you'll see."

"That's what I'm afraid of, Cindy."

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The Brookline Members Club was downtown and most of its daytime business came from the executives, lawyers, and brokers working in the buildings around it. Because those offices were largely empty on the weekends, on Saturday and Sunday the club didn't open until five. Business was still good though, since there were a lot of hotels nearby filled with traveling businessmen who didn't want to go too far in search of decent entertainment.

I was in search of Baron Carlisle, but he hadn't shown up on Friday and I doubted he'd show up on a Saturday. He was probably a little preoccupied with finding Robert anyway and not in the mood for a good time. I'll admit I took some pleasure in that idea, but part of me wanted to see his face and know it was true. He'd been so careless with his daughter and her treatment of Robert, now he was paying the price. I hoped.

"A Girl Scout?" Heather grinned at me and I just giggled, sticking my tongue out at the woman as I finished changing.

"It's sexy, right? I got it at the Salvation Army," I told her, buttoning the pleated green skirt around my waist. It was a good fit, but extremely short for me, barely covering my ass. That was kind of the reason I'd bought it though. Whoever had owned the uniform before me must have been a very small girl.

"You do all your shopping there?" Wendy, a rather short girl herself, teased me. She was dirty blonde and almost unbearably cute, made up like a pedophile's wet dream in a pink babydoll nightie and panties. The girl sat in front of a mirror, putting her hair in pigtails, and later she'd be dancing with a big stuffed teddy bear between her legs. I'd heard from Eric that Wendy was the biggest earner the club had.

"For what I'm getting paid around here?" I rolled my eyes and most of the other girls laughed in agreement. 

I'd made over four hundred dollars tax free the day before, paid in cash at the end of my shift. That was a bit less than average, I think, but I was new and the other girls had more experience with separating a man from his money. Still, it was a lot of dough for eight hours, but the sorts of things I'd done for it…

"No shit," Emma sighed. "My babysitter makes more than I do."

"I told you," Gina giggled. "Just buy some rope, it's a lot cheaper."

Emma was from Bangkok or someplace over there and it was kind of hard to understand her at first. She was small and brown and blessed with the exotic beauty most occidentals went crazy for. Her best friend, Gina, was a local girl and reminded me of Sophia Loren kinda. She was Italian as hell and so she had thick black hair, dark eyes, and a wonderful skin tone. All the girls working the club were beautiful and even though I knew I could easily hold my own, being around them so casually, so intimately, had been a little intimidating at first.

"No knee-high socks?" Heather asked me, watching as I pulled on a thigh high stocking, white fishnet with lace around the top.

"You think that would be better?" I asked her with a grin, knowing she was teasing me.

Heather was Ray's girlfriend, the statuesque red head I'd seen onstage during my first visit to the club. She possessed one of those athletic bodies that I'd always admired as a man and Heather liked to show it off. She wore a pair of flimsy harem pants, pink and lavender and completely transparent, and a matching vest with thin gold chains hanging between her full breasts. Beneath that, a golden bikini left very little to the imagination and my eyes were continually drawn to the woman's stomach. She had some serious abs, not grotesque or anything, just defined and sexy. I imagined she spent a lot of time at the gym, probably training with her boyfriend.

I wanted to work out with Ray myself, actually. Jesus! That man was hot! Heather knew it too and didn't seem overly worried about his interest in me. She wanted to fuck me, Heather and Ray both did, and I understood that it wouldn't be their first threesome with one of the other dancers. From what I'd gathered, they'd fucked just about all the girls at least once. They were adventurous that way, as Ray liked to put it, and if it wasn't for Evelyn I'd have been more than a little adventurous myself. 

"Hey. After work, we're going to hit some dance clubs uptown," Heather told me. "You want to come along?"

"You and Ray?" I asked needlessly, just to buy an extra second or two while I put on my other stocking.

"Yeah," Heather smiled, staring at my long legs and the crotch of my white lace panties. My cock was semi-hard just sitting there and it wasn't a secret. Getting naked three or four times a night in a small dressing room crowded with other women…We had no secrets, at least not about our bodies.

"Nah," I sighed, wishing I could say yes. "My girlfriend's going to be waiting for me."

"Bring her along," Heather suggested. "Tell her to come by the club, it'll be fun."

"Maybe," I shrugged, bending over for my shoes, which were definitely not standard Girl Scout issue. Three inch pumps in white leather and I'd bought them mostly because they were surprisingly comfortable. 

"Don't say maybe…Here…" Heather knelt in front of me, taking the shoe from my hand. "Everybody says maybe. Be different!"

"Adventurous?" I giggled, watching as the woman put my shoe on my left foot.

"Yeah," Heather smiled up at me. "Exactly. Call her, okay? I'll talk to Ray, maybe we'll just skip the dancing and get straight to the fucking."

"Oh God!" I laughed as Heather took my right foot in her hand. "I don't think I'll tell her that."

"She doesn't like to fuck?" Heather teased me. "Maybe you have the wrong girlfriend."

"No," I said, licking my lips and sliding my foot into the shoe. "She fucks me just fine."

"Yeah?" Heather was finished and she put her hands on my legs, sliding them along my thighs as she leaned close. "I want to fuck you just fine too."

She had her hands under my skirt, digging her fingers into my hips, and I was leaning towards her, our lips nearly touching. Heather and Ray made a good team and I wasn't safe with either of them. My heart was beating quickly and my cock was aching in my panties. I wanted her, as much as I wanted Ray, I wanted them both and I knew I could have them anytime I wanted. We'd be so beautiful together, so perfect. I could feel it deep in my tummy. All I had to do was say yes, but Evelyn was waiting for me and she wouldn't understand.

"Are you girls having fun?" Molly interrupted us and Heather giggled, pushing herself away and standing up slowly. "Here's the schedule…What are you supposed to be?"

"A Girl Scout!" I grinned at the woman and Molly just smiled and shook her head.

"Okay, whatever…" She was taping the dance schedule to one of the mirrors. "We're gonna be busy tonight. There's a convention at the Plaza, so keep your butts moving. One girl to a customer. I want to see some credit cards, okay? Milk these assholes for every penny…"

Molly, as I was quickly learning, had little respect for the customers. She'd started stripping when she was sixteen or something though, so I guess the woman was slightly jaded. Whatever the reason, she liked to give her girls a little pep talk before the doors opened. It was too serious for me, but kind of funny as well. When Molly started talking it was like watching the first five minutes of Patton, you know?

"Are you going to be okay?" Molly caught me as the other girls started to leave the dressing room.

"Yeah," I smiled. "I'm fine."

"Just keep Jack in the box, okay?" Molly said seriously, reaching under my skirt and giving my cock a friendly squeeze through my panties. "We don't need a repeat of yesterday."

"That guy was a jerk," I frowned.

"Yeah, he was," Molly agreed. "But there's always gonna be guys like that. Keep your eyes open. Jake's gonna stay close, I already talked to him."

"Okay." I nodded, shivering just a little because Molly hadn't let me go yet and it was feeling good the way she was almost jerking me off. 

"Okay," she said. "Go make some money. I'll find you on your break. Wait, loosen this up a little…"

I watched as Molly untied my blouse, the matching green top to the skirt I was wearing. It had real patches sewn onto it and everything, which was pretty cool. I was much too busty to wear it properly, so I'd just tied it around my tits and now Molly was fixing it so that my breasts were barely contained. I looked better that way, maybe, but I think it was just an excuse for Molly to play with my tits a little. She was nearly as queer as Evelyn, I thought, and like my girlfriend, Molly didn't mind my cock and balls. She'd fucked plenty of men in her life and although Molly claimed she'd never enjoyed it, the woman definitely enjoyed fucking me.

Some of the other girls had taken to calling me Teacher's Pet and not all of them liked me. Some because I was so beautiful, others because I didn't have a pussy, and at least one because of Molly's unabashed interest in me. Her name was Susan and she'd been Molly's favorite pet for a long time…until I'd shown up. I didn't really care, but I was getting tired of Susan's catty looks and snide remarks. I guess some people are like that, but I'd always imagined women would get along better than they do. Now that I was one, I was finding out the truth, that the only thing women hate more than men are other women. Of course it works the other way too. The only thing women love more than men…

"Mmmm…Champagne!" I giggled, giving Brad's swollen cock a squeeze under the table. 

"Only the best for the best," Frank agreed, giving Susan a smile. She was giggling too, playing the bubbly blonde to the hilt, and giving me dirty looks over her shoulder every now and again.

We hadn't really intended to double up with these two guys, it had just happened that way and there was nothing we could do about it. So long as Brad and Frank kept buying us the expensive drinks, we'd keep them company. I think Susan and I had both come up with the same plan: To get our would-be boyfriends off and out the door so we wouldn't have to be nice to each other all night. That was why I had Brad's cock in my fist and I pumped him slowly while he refilled my glass.

"Do you like champagne?" Brad asked me and that were the kind of stupid questions I had to put up with.

"Who doesn't?" I smiled at him as I lifted my drink. "Thank you."

"I have a bar in my suite," Brad said, leaning closer to me. "We could have a little party…"

"We're having a little party right here!" I giggled.

"But we could get a little more comfortable there," he said, lowering his voice and trying to kiss me.

"You're going to get me in trouble," I said, giving him a little frowned as I turned my lips from his. I gave his cock a hard squeeze at the same time. "You don't want that, do you?"

"Ummmm…" Brad shifted slightly. "What time do you get off work?"

"Be nice," I pouted.

"I can't help it," he sighed. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

"Yeah. I got the memo," I giggled. "But I still can't go home with you, Brad."

"I just…" The man glanced around and then pressed his mouth to my ear. "I just want to fuck you so bad, baby."

"I can't do that," I told him sadly, rubbing my thumb over his wet cockhead. "I'm not even supposed to be doing this."

"Suck it for me," he whispered and I knew Brad was getting desperate. An hour of teasing and now fifteen minutes of playing with his dick? Yeah, he'd had enough small talk. Brad wanted to cum.

"What?" I smiled at him. "Here? Right now?"

"Nobody's looking," he said. "Please?"

"I don't know…" I sighed, looking around the club like I was worried. 

The four of us were sitting in a booth against the wall, where the lights were a little softer, the shadows a little deeper, and this was exactly why. All the booths had small RESERVED signs on them, but that was only so the girls could use them with the guys who wanted sex. I glanced over my shoulder to see Frank whispering to Susan. We were in the middle with the guys on the ends and he was probably telling her the same things Brad was telling me. She'd do it too, just like I would. Susan would suck the man off as soon as the price was right.

"I can pay for it," Brad told me and any girl should have been insulted by that, except a whore.

"Really?" I asked, putting on my innocent face like the idea had never occurred to me before. "How much?"

"I don't know," Brad shrugged. "How much do you want?"

"I could get fired for that," I told him, making it sound like I was going to say no.

"A hundred?" he offered and that was a pretty good offer, considering most guys started out at fifty.

"Do I have to swallow it?" I asked, just to see the look on Brad's face, which was precious. "I'm teasing. Okay, sure."

"Yeah?" Brad smiled and I nodded.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's gotta be upfront though."

"Oh, you mean cash? Um…" Brad blinked at that. "I don't think…"

"No?" I giggled. "That's alright, hold on…" 

I lifted my hand, not too high, but enough to get Gina's attention as she was passing by with a tray. Between sitting with customers and dancing onstage, we had to ferry drinks and none of us liked that very much, but the tips were usually pretty good. It was just a pain in the ass balancing ten pounds of beer with one hand while strutting our stuff in stiletto heels, you know?

"What's up?" Gina smiled at us, especially Brad and Frank. "Another round, guys?"

"Yeah, more champagne! Please?" Susan begged, practically crawling onto Frank's lap and I rolled my eyes. 

"Sure, yeah," he grinned. "Two more bottles."

"Of the Dom? Great!" Gina smiled some more.

"And Brad wants to put a hundred on his credit card," I said. "Don't you, honey?"

"Uh, yeah…" Brad nodded, looking at Gina. "You can do that, right?"

"No problem," Gina told him with a laugh. "We do it all the time!"

"You do?" Brad looked surprised, but Gina was already walking away and I was pushing him back a little, making room so I could suck the man off.

"Just relax now…" I breathed, twisting my body and disappearing behind the table as I came face to face with Brad's erection.

"Ohhh…kay…" Brad sighed and I heard Frank chuckle, giving his friend a hard time about paying so much for a blow job. He'd end up paying Susan a hundred too, though. She wouldn't let him off the hook, not after I started sucking Brad. She was probably pissed because I got there first, but the girl should have been thanking me.

Brad's cock wasn't overly long, but he was thick. I'd noticed that right away when my fingers wouldn't go all the way around him. Now I was really appreciating the man's girth as he stretched my mouth wide. I had him nice and wet though, with his precum first and now with my saliva. The wetter the better for me and I guess I have a thing for sloppy sex anyway. I was enjoying myself, liking Brad's prick more than I liked him, actually.

He was strong too, like a fat iron rod, Brad's penis had no give to it at all. I could take half of him easily, but after that it got tough. The mushroom head seemed huge, filling my mouth completely and my lips were drawn tight around the shaft. There was barely enough room for my tongue, but I was using it the best I could. I was working Brad's cock from the side, more than from the bottom, and I found I could angle him a bit, pushing his cockhead into my cheek so that it bulged outward, and then I could wriggle my tongue along the ridge and tickle the shaft.

I know Brad was loving that, being able to see the way his manhood filled my sexy mouth. He was holding my hair out of the way, staring down at his lap and anyone who saw his face would know exactly what was going on. Gina knew and I heard her distinctive Brooklyn giggle as she delivered two fresh bottles of champagne. She said something about Susan and I looking like the "Bobbsey Twins" which was a pun I didn't appreciate until I realized Susan was sucking off Frank as well.

That made things kind of weird, just because I suddenly wanted to finish Brad off before Susan could get Frank off. Like that would prove I was a better cocksucker or something, you know? But at the same time, I had to make sure the man was well satisfied with his blowjob, and obviously a hundred bucks was a lot of satisfaction! So I had to make it really good for him, but still try and get him off in time to get bragging rights over my arch-rival for Molly's affections.

Silly, I know, and I might have thought I was just being weird, except I knew Susan was thinking the exact same thing. The bitch. She kind of looked like a real young Pamela Anderson, one of those sunny, California blonde bimbos, and like any boy suffering puberty, Robert had loved Bay Watch reruns when he was thirteen and fourteen, believe me. I know. So I wasn't just competing with Susan, I was competing with my adolescent fantasies. Sorta. In a weird way.

I really wished I'd been born a girl right then.

"Mmmphhh…" I sighed, making happy noises just for Brad's benefit while I worked my tongue up and down his cock. I'd taken him out of my mouth for a moment, just to give my jaws a rest, and now I was jerking the man off and licking his cock like a hot meat Popsicle. I kissed the fat shaft and nibbled at him lightly with my teeth, playing with him while he watched me. I dragged a long, wet kiss along the underside all the way down to his balls, and I'd long since worked his scrotum free of his trousers.

"Jesus," Brad sighed, nodding his head as I took one of his balls into my mouth. I washed it with my tongue, rolling his large testes and sucking on his hairy sack. I never let his cock go. I kept one small fist wrapped around him at all times, sliding my fingers up and down, twisting my hand every now and then to make it better, and using my thumb on his smooth glans. I was pretty good at giving handjobs, mostly because I'd spent half my life giving them to myself.

After washing both of Brad's balls, I went back to his prick with my open mouth. I'd been blowing the man for ten minutes probably and five more was all he was going to get. I was going to bring him off now, not too quickly, but soon. Five more minutes, I thought, shifting my body so I could get him deeper than before. I'd like to have tried throating that monster, but it might have been painful. What a great cock, I was thinking, and pretty much deciding that fatter was better than longer in my book.

I was bobbing my mouth up and down, moving faster now and following my lips with my left hand. Brad was ready and he was plainly loving it. He was holding my hair tightly, using it to guide me, as if I needed any help. At least he wasn't pushing me down or anything. That's usually pretty annoying and guys always want to do it for some reason. Brad was being nice though, just letting me ride his cock with my face, smiling and breathing heavily, staring at me with shining eyes. He was going to cum any second now and I concentrated on the head of his penis, sucking on the bulbous glans while I jerked him off.

"Fuck…I'm cumming!" Frank breathed from somewhere behind me, but I was too busy to care. 

Brad hadn't announced his orgasm at all, he'd just exploded into my mouth and I was only barely ready for the rush of hot semen. It filled my mouth quickly, the first shot spurting across my tongue and literally hitting the back of my throat. I stopped moving my mouth and just concentrated on swallowing fast, milking his cock with my hand. Brad's orgasm was rich, really salty and colorful, and I enjoyed it. I like the way different men taste different.

"Don't swallow all of it," Brad told me, barely getting the words out, and I turned my eyes upward. "I wanna see some."

That wasn't a strange as it probably sounds. Even after only two days of working at the club, I'd heard that request before. Some guys just want to see the girl sit there with a mouthful of sperm, but I have no idea why. I did as Brad asked, collecting the last few spurts of his cum with soft sucking noises and I had a fair puddle of semen on my tongue when I sat up slowly.

"Mmmmm?" I gave Brad a questioning look as I opened my mouth carefully.

"Oh, baby!" he chuckled, nodding happily. "Kiss her now."

"Yeah, you too," Frank was saying to Susan. "Kiss each other."

I kind of blinked at Brad and I'm sure Susan was giving Frank her own look of disbelief, but they were pushing us to do it. Seriously. Brad was holding my shoulders, turning me towards Susan, and Frank was doing the same with her. She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at me, but that was all it took to change my mind. If Susan didn't want to do it, then I did. That was our relationship and besides, Susan started it! She was the one being mean all the time.

I think I really surprised her when I just reached out and pulled the girl into a hug, pressing my closed lips to hers before she could react. When it was obvious that I was going to open my mouth whether Susan was ready for it or not, she surrendered. If she made a big deal out of it, Molly would have been pissed probably, and that was the last thing Susan wanted. 

Susan put her arms around me and our lips sealed and then our mouths opened, both of us holding large, creamy loads of spit and semen. I was surprised when she shoved her tongue into my mouth, pushing even more cum inside me, but I shouldn't have been. I'd been planning on doing the same thing to her, Susan had just beaten me to the punch is all. But I pushed back, my spermy tongue sliding against and over hers, moving a fair amount of goo with it. 

We were wrestling then, there's no other word for it. Neither of us would swallow, we both wanted the other girl to eat all of it, and so we were tongue wrestling. Our faces tilted one way and then the other as we sought advantage. Our arms moved, but never to relinquish our intimate embrace. Susan's fingers dug painfully into my back and shoulder, likewise my own fingers gripped the woman tightly. I could feel my perfect and completely natural breasts rubbing against Susan's perfect and very expensive tits. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, like mine, and we were rubbing ourselves raw through our clothing until my little Girl Scout blouse fell loose. Blaming her, I retaliated and found the knot of her bikini top, giving the string a sudden tug so that her own breasts fell free.

Cum spilled from our swollen lips, despite our best efforts to feed the mess to each other. We were both panting for air, our nostrils dilated as we stared into each other's determined eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest and my lungs burned, as I imagined Susan's must. The table, which was heavy and quite sturdy, threatened to topple as our aggression grew more heated. Susan's delicate tongue would fill my mouth for long, desperate seconds before I could force her retreat. I would chase her then, stabbing my own nimble tongue as deeply into her as I could. I wanted to open her throat with it and force the girl to swallow every drop of that seamy spend.

"Umph!"

"Ulmp!"

We both swallowed thickly, jerking our mouths apart, and what we didn't fell from our lips like watery snot, pale and sticky and dripping from our chins onto our heaving breasts. Susan glared at me, her mouth open as she drank fresh air. I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the excited clamoring of not only Brad and Frank, but a dozen other men who had gathered around to witness our erotic brawl. 

"Bitch," Susan breathed.

"Slut," I answered. "This isn't finished."

"Not by a long shot," she agreed and with that we were both moving. 

I pushed my way rudely past Brad, exiting the booth on one side. Susan squeezed past Frank, knocking over a glass of champagne along the way. People were talking, to each other and to us, but we paid them no mind. We ignored their cheers and calls for an encore. Someone asked me where we were going, some man I didn't know as I pushed him out of the way. 

"Your ass is mine!" I told Susan as soon as the door was closed.

"Come and get it!" she challenged me, ripping off her undone bikini top.

Susan threw it at me, following right behind to grab my shoulders as my own hands went to her hips. Her mouth found mine and I thrust my tongue against hers, beginning right where we'd left off. The blonde was smaller than I was, or at least shorter. She probably weighed ten pounds more though and Susan was trying to use it to her good advantage. She was pulling me to one side and then the other, attempting to force me off balance. I was trying to use my height to push her down to her knees. Susan's face was tilted up and I pulled her tummy against mine, arching her spine and forcing her shoulders back as I leaned my tits into hers. 

It was awkward and clumsy and our feet shuffled this way and that, threatening to break a heel or worse, an ankle if we weren't careful. Susan was brought her right leg behind my left, wanting to trip me as she shifted her weight. It very nearly worked as I lost my balance momentarily, but then I caught myself and pushed my leg forward between both of hers. She wore a flimsy skirt over her bikini thong and none of it offered the girl any protection as my smooth thigh slid across her barely concealed sex. I pulled her down with my hands, digging my nails into her hips, and I could feel her cunt hot and damp against my skin as she rode my leg.

The sudden motion had pulled our lips apart and I found myself mouthing Susan's neck like a vampire. I was sucking at her delicate skin, tasting her salty sweat. I pressed my teeth against her, biting the girl lightly, nibbling at her flesh and determined to give her a nice bruise to remember me by. Susan's upturned face gave her tongue access to my ear. She was buried in my wild black hair, but paid little mind to the distraction. The girl covered my ear with her lips, licking and breathing so hard that I shivered against the sensation. I moaned as her hands moved down my back and I was dimly aware of Susan pushing at my skirt.

I lost a button and then another, my short pleated skirt was suddenly loose and held up only by Susan's body pressed against mine. It was all the bimbo needed, however. She soon had both hands inside the relaxed waistband of my skirt and then inside my panties as well. I jerked my hips, twisting one way and then the other, but it was no use. Susan grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing my cheeks even as she bit my earlobe, nibbling on it gently. I gasped and pulled the woman even harder against my thigh, lifting my leg and trying to balance the both of us on one unsteady foot.

We stumbled then, or I did, but it was all the same. Susan and I collapsed in a tangled heap onto the carpeted floor. It was pure chance that I happened to land more or less atop the girl and found myself between her wide spread legs. I didn't try anything fancy. Luck had given me an edge and I had to exploit it quickly. I'd caught most of my weight with my hands and outstretched arms and I simply let myself go, falling on top of Susan with a grunt and groan from both of us.

I found her mouth with mine and filled it with my tongue. Susan was pinned beneath me and she did the only thing she could under the circumstances. I moved my body against hers, crushing our tits together while Susan reached between us. She accepted my tongue now, having no choice but to suckle it like the whore she was. I kept it stiff and held her head in my hands, controlling her with fistfuls of soft, golden hair. She was helpless while I fucked her mouth with my tongue and after some fumbling I felt her fingers around my aching cock, pulling me towards her hungry hole.

We didn't speak at all, merely shared our muffled gasps and moans between our burning lungs. Susan had pulled her thong to the side and now my cock was inside her completely. I fucked her hard, as hard as I could, and the girl was lifting her hips for it, bouncing her ass off the floor to meet my urgent penetration. My smooth balls slapped her flesh and I could feel the wetness pouring out of her. Susan came quickly, too quickly for my tastes, and I punished her with my mouth. I bent my head and found her left nipple with my lips, sucking on it hard and then biting it. 

"Oh! You…Bitch!" Susan gasped, wrapping her fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth hard against her tortured breast. "You beautiful bitch…Fuck me! Fuck…Me!"

"Sexy slut…" I groaned as she yanked my mouth to her right tit so I could suck that one too. I was slamming my cock inside her for all I was worth and I was seconds away from cumming hard. My entire body felt ready to explode and I wanted Susan to cum one more time. I wanted her to lose control with me when I flooded her cunt with my sperm. I drew hard upon the girl's nipple, abusing it with my lips and tongue and finally my teeth.

"Ohhh! God! Yessss…" Susan cried out and I felt her pussy spasm around my cock. She locked her legs around my waist, pulling me as far inside her as my girlish cock could get and then I was there. My orgasm erupted from the depths of my belly. My cock pulsed almost painfully, spraying my hot semen inside Susan's more than willing womb. 

She pulled me up by my hair, kissing my cheeks and chin, my eyes and finally my mouth. Susan's tongue filled me and I nursed on it like the whore I was. My orgasm subsided, but my cock remained hard as ever and I think it surprised the girl. I was fucking her again, this time slower, pressing my cock into the cum filled depths of her blonde pussy while we kissed gently, almost lazily as our anger was finally spent. 

"Oh! This is just great!" Molly was standing in the open doorway. "We got a fuckin' convention out there and you two are in here playing monkey butt!"

Susan and I were both frozen for the moment, our heads turned and our faces full of chagrin. The anger on Molly's face was nothing compared to the pain of knowing we'd disappointed her. I was almost tempted to ask what monkey butt meant and I heard Susan stifle a nervous giggle. I pushed myself up slowly, even reluctantly since Susan's pussy was so warm and willing just then. But Molly was waiting, staring at us with her arms crossed and an unhappy frown on her face.

"Sorry, Molly," I said, trying to look contrite as I pulled my panties back into place, which hardly helped since my penis refused to go soft.

"I'm sorry too," Susan said and she was looking down, scrunching her nose at the thin wash of fuck juice that was spilling down her thighs.

"I'm fining the both of you," Molly said. "Fifty dollars each. Get cleaned up and get back out there. No more breaks for you two either. I want to see you working."

Molly slammed the door behind her and I flinched at the sound. Susan let out a deep breath and we looked at each other.

"It's your fault!" Susan made a face at me. "Beautiful bitch."

"You started it!" I protested, sticking my tongue out at her. "Sexy slut."

We both laughed then and Susan kissed my nose before we started picking up our clothes.

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I found Evelyn sleeping with the light on, a textbook folded over on her tummy and a yellow highlighter held weakly in her left hand. She'd been trying to stay awake for me, but it was late. I'd worked until the club had closed at two in the morning and then waited fifteen minutes for a taxi. Ray and Heather had offered to drive me, but I knew where I would have ended up and I was missing Evelyn.

Even after eight hours of flirting with customers, after five blow jobs and one long, hard fuck in some fat guy's lap, all I could think about was being with Evelyn. None of that other stuff mattered. It was just sex and barely even that. It was six hundred bucks, a sore ass, and bad breath. The best part had been fucking Susan. That had been something altogether different, I had to admit, but when I thought about it too much I started feeling guilty. I wasn't going to tell Evelyn about Susan and in truth, I wasn't even sure what was going on there.

I took a shower and I was seriously grateful I'd made the guy who fucked me wear a rubber. As much as I'd enjoyed it when Mike had cum inside me, the stuff was a pain getting back out! And besides that, who knows where the guy had been, you know? It was Molly's rule, no fucking without a condom, and I was glad she enforced it because a lot of those guys had other ideas on the subject.

"Hey…" I whispered, crawling into bed with Evelyn after lighting a couple candles. I was clean and fresh and not very sleepy at all.

"Hi…What time is it?" Evelyn smiled sleepily as I snuggled against her.

"Late," I whispered, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Go back to sleep."

"Hmmm…Are you sure?" she asked, lifting her leg for me and except for the t-shirt she was wearing, we were naked.

"I missed you," I sighed, moving my hips so that my unguided cock was stabbing at her sex, poking the soft mound just above her slit.

"I was dreaming about you." Evelyn stretched a little and moved her own hips a little, trying to help me.

"Really?" I stroked her hip down to her thigh, feeling the woman soft and warm and amazingly smooth.

"Um-hmmmm…You were building a sand castle," she giggled softly. "And then a big wave washed it away."

"That's not nice." I giggled too and I couldn't help but roll us over so that I was on top of her.

"It was just a dream," Evelyn whispered, biting her lip as I pushed my cock inside the girl slowly. 

"You're my dream," I told her. "I love you."

"Mmmm…Yeah," Evelyn nodded, pulling my hair out of the way so she could see my eyes. "I love you too, Cindy."

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"Wake up!" Evelyn laughed and I blinked at her. "We're going to Manhattan today. You promised!"

"I did? What?" I pulled a pillow over my head.

"Yeah, come on!" Evelyn pulled my pillow away. "I've already made you some coffee. I got us some croissant things too, with raisins and honey. They're really good."

"You're one of those morning people, huh?" I frowned, forcing myself to sit up. I really wanted to go back to sleep, but waking up to Evelyn was pretty nice too.

"Can't you tell?" She was giggling happily and I wondered if she was always like that in the morning or if it was just something about today.

"I think so." I smiled and scratched my head with both hands in my thick black hair, watching Evelyn watch my tits as they were pulled taut.

"I'm so queer," she sighed.

"Not that queer," I teased her, reaching for my morning erection and giving it a squeeze through the thin sheet that covered it.

"That doesn't count," Evelyn laughed.

"It counts for me," I decided with a grin. "I need the bathroom."

"Don't take too long. I gotta show you some stuff before we go out."

"What stuff?" I asked her, rising naked from the bed and Evelyn rolled her eyes at my cock. 

It was stiff and swollen pink and still oddly feminine somehow. Cute, definitely, sexy too and I dimly remembered fucking Susan with it and thinking I was punishing her somehow. Seeing my penis in the bright morning sunshine, I had to admit it looked pretty harmless. No wonder Evelyn dismissed my cock so easily, but none of that really bothered me. It was just kind of funny and I wondered at how silly I could sometimes be.

"Huh? Oh!" Evelyn looked up from my penis, her high cheeks turning a little pink. "I found out some stuff about that Mike guy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh-huh," Evelyn smiled as I walked towards the bathroom. "Not very much, but…Hurry up already! Your coffee's getting cold."

"I'm hurrying…" I sighed, walking slowly just to tease her. "Morning people. God!"

Later, we sat together beside the two windows overlooking the street below. It was beautiful outside after several days of gray rain, and the sunlight felt good on my skin. The windows were open and our coffee rested on the sill. I was wearing another outfit I'd picked up at the Salvation Army, a pair of old jeans that would have cost a hundred bucks anyplace else, and a skimpy halter top, pink with two big, baby blue daisies perfectly centered on my tits. My nipples pressed out right in the center of the flowers and it was pretty cool, I thought, and Evelyn had laughed at it.

"Here's the first thing, I found…" she said, opening an old manila enveloped stuffed with papers in her lap. "This is him, right?"

I looked at the photocopy of a newspaper article and the picture wasn't very good, but it was definitely a younger version of Mike. 

"Officer Slain?" I read the small headline with a frown, thinking it was referring to Mike, but it wasn't.

"He was a cop," Evelyn nodded and she was looking at her notes. "A good one too, I guess. He got promoted pretty fast according to the newspapers. Detective after five years and then lieutenant after twelve with a bunch of medals. He was in the South Tower on nine-eleven."

"It says here he was in a shooting," I frowned, skimming the article. "In 2002, some undercover cop got killed."

"That's when he got in trouble," Evelyn said, pulling out another article. "See? He got suspended and they indicted him for killing the guy, but they didn't go to trial."

"Why not?" I wondered.

"It doesn't really say," she shrugged. "Not enough evidence probably. The undercover guy was with some drug dealers and Cicero didn't know who he was. He wasn't the only cop there anyway, but he was in charge. It was a big drug raid and somebody started shooting, so all the cops started shooting back."

"And then he quit," I said.

"Yeah, in 2003 he resigned," Evelyn agreed. "He already had a law degree from City College. I guess he was going at night or something, but the New York Bar Association has him listed since 1999."

"So he was a cop and a lawyer at the same time?" 

"Uh-huh," Evelyn nodded. "Not practicing though, just setting himself up for a better job probably. Maybe he wanted to be a prosecutor or something. Safer, pays more…Family guys think about that stuff."

"Family?"

"He was married," Evelyn said and she had another article, a wedding notice showing Mike with some woman, posing close and smiling.

"Michael Cicero, 28 and Constance Marcello, 22, of Brooklyn, New York…" I read slowly. "A big Italian wedding, I guess."

"That was in 1992 and they had a son, Michael Junior, in 1997," Evelyn told me. "So that was why he was going to law school probably."

"Mike didn't look like he was very married to me," I said with a little giggle. 

"He's not," Evelyn said and I looked up at her. "That's why he was at the World Trade Center. His wife worked there."

"What?"

"She was a secretary at Merrill-Lynch and his little boy was in one of the day care centers." Evelyn had printed out the obituaries. "As soon as the first plane hit, Mike was on his way. Probably."

"Yeah. I would have been on the way if I was him," I said sadly, looking at a poor black and white copy of Mike's four year old son.

"He didn't get his family out, but he helped a lot of other people," Evelyn told me. "He was right in the middle of it."

"And then six months later he accidentally kills another cop." I shook my head. "He must have been all messed up."

"Yeah," Evelyn sighed and we were quiet for half a minute before she continued. "After that he kind of disappeared, but then opened a little detective agency."

"He's a private investigator?" I frowned at that. "He told me he wasn't…sorta."

"Well, he's got an office on Mulberry Street," Evelyn shrugged.

"You got that from the library?"

"The phone book," she grinned at me. "I even called him up, but nobody was home. Not even an answering machine."

"Huh." I remembered my coffee and it was lukewarm, but I drank it anyway. "Why wouldn't he tell me if he was a private eye? He said he was a lawyer."

"He is a lawyer," Evelyn said. "He keeps paying his dues anyway, otherwise the Bar would unlist him."

"But he doesn't practice law," I said. "That's kinda weird."

"Or maybe he does," Evelyn shrugged. "I didn't search through the court records yet."

"You can do that?"

"They're all computerized," she said. "It's all public information, so yeah. If he was ever anybody's lawyer and they filed a court case, it'll show up."

"Hmmm…" I shook my head slowly. "He's not going to like us doing this. I know I wouldn't."

"Hey, you got a right to know who the guy is," Evelyn told me seriously.

"Yeah, but…" I bit my lip, thinking that Evelyn hadn't seen Mike kill that pimp. He was a serious, dangerous guy and I wouldn't want to see him mad.

"Don't you want to know who's fixing your life?"

"Yeah," I admitted, picking up the wedding announcement and looking at the man in the picture. He looked so happy.

 

Chapter Six