Message-ID: <28263asstr$978707404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Jan 2001 02:28:56.0810 (UTC) FILETIME=[EC323CA0:01C0752C] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:A Matter of Design Pts 9 and 10 (TG) Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2001 10:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, kelly, RuiJorge This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. Otherwise ....enjoy! Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors A Matter of Design. by Nessus (Part 9) I met Barbara in her office after a work-out in the gym. Casually dressed in Levis, crop top and loafers, I lounged on her sofa while she finished up some calls. Finally, she turned her mobile phone off, shut it and flung it into her bag. "I've got some great news." I looked up from the Vogue magazine I was reading and waited. "We are going to have some fun!" "Fun?" I tossed the magazine onto the sofa. "You bet. We're going into the city." "When?" I asked nervously. "Tomorrow. We'll go in the morning, do the shops, have dinner and. Maybe, a show. There's a revival of "Phantom of the Opera" in the district. I can get tickets and, then, we'll stay at a ritzy hotel for the night. GRL is picking up the tab!" "Really?" I asked apprehensively. "I've got a travel bag I can lend you. Pick out a nice evening outfit from those boxes and we'll have some fun." "Uh, Barbara, do you think I'm ready to mix with, you know, other people?" "Of course you are." "But, you know, people..." I paused, lost. "You mean men," she said emphatically. "Go look in that mirror," she pointed at a wooden framed morrow above the sofa. I kneeled on a sofa and peered into the mirror. A young woman smiled back at me. "You're as ready as you'll ever be, Lucy. Got to take that first step," she said seriously. I stroked my cheek and watched the reflection. "Maybe you're right," I said. "Well?" she questioned and I jumped off the sofa. "Let's have party!" I slept fitfully that night but I was packed in my borrowed bag early and I sat on the edge of my bed, dressed, waiting for Barbara. The inner voices came back. What am I doing? Living, trying to build a life. Do you mind? For a moment, they almost drew me back but I held on. Ignoring the turmoil in my mind I moved to the mirror and applied my lipstick and that's how Barbara found me when she burst in. "Ready?" she called. I put the lipstick down and turned around. "Jeez," she breathed, "how do you do it?" Casually, I flicked my long blond hair and smiled. "Do what?" I asked innocently. Barbara shook her head. "You know what you look like, girl. Fantastic! You're a guided missile.," I wore a simple sleeveless suit in beige linen and a straight skirt with my hair out and resting over my shoulders and partially down my back. A dark blue blouse and a simple gold chain around my throat finished the picture. Barbara was dressed in a tailored light grey trouser suit with a pink lace blouse. We looked great! I think we laughed all the way as we drove down the coast. "You know, " said Barbara, ": we could almost imagine we were driving to LA, to meet movie stars." "Just wait a moment," I said. "Don't get carried away. We're not driving to LA, just to..." "Oh thanks for the reality check." The top was down and the wind ruffled the pink scarf Barbara had wrapped around her head, black sunglasses glinting. "Relax, for God's sake. We're going to have fun, aren't we?" "Yes, " I agreed meekly. "We're going to have fun." "Just like Thelma and Louise," she laughed. "God, I hope not," I said fervently. "Wonder which one of us get to screw Brad Pitt?" she said mischievously. "Barbara!" I protested and stared down the road through my sunglasses, my hair floating in the wind. "There's a spare scarf in the glove box, if you want." I pulled the glove box open, found a white scarf and quickly wrapped it around my head to hold my hair. A few weeks ago, I thought wryly, I wouldn't have known how to do that. Barbara pulled into the other lane to pass a truck. As we drew alongside, the driver looked down, smiled and waved. I smiled back until I realised he was looking at my legs in my short skirt. As we passed the truck, the truck driver honked his horn. Barbara giggled and we sped down the highway. Barbara had reserved adjoining rooms at one of the best hotels in the city and, as we arrived at lunchtime, we decided to have a light lunch at one of the many restaurants in the hotel. The car was parked, our bags were whisked away to our rooms and, after freshening up in the powder room, we sat at a table for two by the window in the restaurant on the twenty second floor. The view was breathtaking, the menu extensive and the restaurant was buzzing with people. Nervously, I looked around. "Will you please relax," Barbara pleaded. "Sorry, it's just that I might see someone I know." "Sure," she smiled, "and they're going to recognise you?" she asked, gesturing up and down my body with her finger. I crossed my legs, adjusted my skirt, leaned back in my chair and smiled. "No, probably not." "Probably not," Barbara mimicked my accent. A young dark haired waiter stood at our table, smiling down at us and filling our glasses with spring water. "Good afternoon ladies," he said, handing us our menus. "A drink from the bar while you consider our menu?" He smiled directly at me for a moment and I smiled back just as his eyes dropped for a second to my breasts and back again. "Well," I said, pretending to think while I uncrossed and then crossed my legs. "What do you think, Barbara?" I said innocently as I watched the waiter's eyes glued to my long legs. "Young man," Barbara said and reluctantly he drew his eyes to her. "I'd like a Jack Daniel's on the rocks." He nodded and swiftly turned back to me. "Mam?" "A Gin with ice and a dash of lemon." I had no idea where that came from and we watched him hurry away. "Nice butt," she said and I flushed. "No harm in looking, is there, Lucy?" she said, a half-smile on her lips. "Have you had sexual feelings yet?" she asked softly so the next table wouldn't hear. "Real desire?" I shook my head. "I'm very confused in that department." "You weren't a moment ago, teasing that poor boy. He looks about twenty." "You forget, that's my new age." Barbara nodded. "Yes, you're right. But you still teased him. Did you find him attractive? He was gorgeous but too young for me." "Yes," I slowly admitted, "I did. But I'm mixed up. I find you attractive," I rushed out and wished I hadn't. Barbara smiled tenderly as she touched my hand. "That's a nice thing to say, Lucy. Very nice." The waiter returned with our drinks and placed them in front of us. "Will I give you a few more moments?" he asked. "I think we are probably interested in your Caesar salad?" she said raising an eyebrow at me and I nodded. "But no anchovies for mine, please," I said, smiling up at him and he stared back for a long moment. Then, licking his lip, wrote our order on his pad and hurried away. I sipped my drink. Very nice, indeed. I looked around and tried to imagine what people thought of us. An older dark woman with a young blonde one. "Interesting," Barbara said. "Gin and no anchovies. Were those choices old or new?" "New. Paul didn't eat salad and drank beer and wine." We enjoyed the meal and, as we walked through the restaurant, I felt people watching me. I held my head high, flicked my hair and walked steadily out to the elevators. Paul used to openly stare at attractive women and assumed that they liked it. Part of me admitted that I liked being the centre of attention. Barbara led the way and we browsed the exclusive and not so exclusive stores all afternoon. Shopping used to bore me and I would avoid it at all costs but, today, I loved every minute of it. At one store, Barbara wryly commented, "With you around, I never have to wait for service." I watched as the store male assistants hurried around the store, fulfilling my requests. She was right, I didn't have to wait any where, I was always approached and helped. We returned to the hotel in a cab and the doorman watched my legs while he held the door open so I could emerge. I smiled at him, thanked him and he hurried to help with our packages. I collapsed on my bed and kicked my shoes off. Barbara opened the adjoining door and came through in her stockinged feet with a glass of champagne. "Mm," I said as I sipped it, the bubbles dancing to my nose. "I've got tickets for the `Phantom'. Still want to go?" "Yes, of course. Would love to." "Have you seen it?" "I think so." "Think so?" She raised an eyebrow. "You've either seen in or you haven't." "I know. I think Paul went but he never paid attention to it." "You really see yourself as a different person. Different from Paul, I mean. That's good," she added quietly. "Okay, let's relax, get dressed and get a cab about seven fifteen. I'm sure the doorman will find one for us if you ask." I blushed but she was right, he would. The bathroom in the hotel room was luxurious. I used the supplied bath salts and I soaked in the bubbles for ages, sipping the champagne. It was wonderful. Wrapping a huge towel around me, and another around my hair, I watched television while I carefully painted my fingernails and my toes nails and deep red to match the lipstick I planned to wear. I styled my hair differently, curling it so it framed my face and fell over my shoulders and experimented with some of Helen's ideas. Black lace bra, matching panties and garter belt with silky black stockings under a simple black dress with scalloped neck and long sleeves. My shoes were patent black stiletto heels. The nights were warm so I didn't even consider a wrap. I had found gold ear-rings and matching gold necklace chain and bracelet in the GRL boxes as well as a small black evening bag. All of this compliments of the late Doctor Winston who had definitely thought of everything. As I clinically examined my appearance in the mirror, I knew I looked good and that gave me satisfaction. I knew I should have fought these feelings and ideas that kept popping into my mind but this body had overwhelmed me and, in a moment of brutal honesty, I knew I was enjoying being a woman. However, the idea of sex with a man frightened the hell out of me but, at the same time, attracted me. Barbara swung the door open and posed in the doorway. She was in a red dress that came below the knee and looked fantastic against her dark skin. Her hair was tightly pushed back into a sleek bun and lovely small hoop ear-rings. "Senorita," I said. "You look gorgeous." "If I look gorgeous," she said as she walked around me, looking me up and down, "you are drop dead beautiful, girl. How did you do that?" she said in wonderment. "I don't know," I said softly. She glanced at my eyes and quickly hugged me and kissed me lightly on the cheek, her perfume enveloping me. "Mm," she said as her lips grazed my neck causing me to tingle, "what's that perfume, White Linen?" She took my hand and opened the door. "You know," she said, laughing, "I feel so gorgeous, I'm going to ask the doorman for a cab. And, girl, I just know he's going to get us one." She did and he did. `The Phantom of the Opera' was wonderful. I sat enraptured through the entire performance, hanging on every song and allowing myself to be swept up into the musical melodrama. There were times when I had a tear or two in my eyes but I enjoyed the whole production. We had a light supper at a restaurant near the theatre and we chatted about all aspects of the production. Several guys tried to join us but we politely declined. To one group, Barbara said, "Girls night out," as an explanation, giving me a sly eye as she said it. Slightly tipsy, I opened the door to my hotel room, slammed it behind me and sat heavily on the bed. The shared door opened and Barbara waltzed in with two glasses of champagne. "A nightcap," she said, smiling sweetly, sitting on the bed next to me. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken the glass as I was feeling light headed but I did. "What a great night," sighed Barbara, sipping from her glass. "Yes," I agreed. "Wonderful." Barbara put her glass down onto the bedside table and slowly turned to me. "So are you," she breathed softly, moving close and lightly stroking my cheek. I tingled to her touch and lowered my glass to the floor before I spilt it. When I turned around she was closer. "Barbara," I said weakly. "What, sweetie?" she said, brushing my hair lightly. "I don't know if..." "Yes, you do," she whispered and kissed me. The soft touch of her lips against mine rippled through me and left me searching for breath. She kissed me again. This time, I returned the kiss, our bodies pulling close and we held each other tightly as our lips fused together. As if from a distance, I felt her pull the zipper of my dress down and, then, her fingers roamed across my bare shoulders. "I've got to see you, honey," she said throatily, pulling me to my feet. I felt breathlessly and wonderfully helpless as she gently slipped my dress down, leaving me standing in bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels. "Worth the wait," she breathed, slipping her own dress off and I gasped at her in her red underwear. "Barbara," I whispered.... "Sh honey," she lightly touched my lips with her finger. "I'm going to show you how all this works," she said as she brought her fingers over my panties. I felt like I have never felt before, my body alive and thriving on each different sensation. My pussy felt warm and a rush of wetness told me my female sex drive had just kicked in. My breasts fell free as Barbara deftly unhooked my bra and slipped it off. I felt her lips close on my nipples and I went weak at the knees as her fingers worked inside my panties. "Oh baby," she whispered, "you're so wet." She flicked my clitoris and I fell back onto the bed, holding her tight as I toppled. "Oh God," I moaned. "Is it always like this?" "I think you're getting the supercharged version. Been a bit of a wait, sweetie." I felt my panties being pulled off and my legs spread. Barbara smiled at me as she hovered over my pussy. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," she whispered. Her tongue languidly slid over my inner thighs, tasting my outer lips and teasing my clitoris until finally settling on it in long feather like strokes. Wave upon wave of sensation took me from plateau to plateau until it all broke through me. Dimly, I heard a female voice in heat moaning louder and louder as she orgasmed. Suddenly, a part of me realised it was me. Spent, I lay wantonly on the bed, watching Barbara through languid eyes. She kissed me on the lips and I tasted me for the first time. "Nothing like it, is there sweetie?" she whispered. Dumbly, I slowly shook my head. Barbara stood and smiled down at me. "What a picture," she whispered. "Good thing about us girls, sweetie," she said, "is we don't have to wait. That was only the first course." She disappeared into her room and, a few moments late emerged naked except for a strap on dildo. It obscenely gleamed pinkly against her black skin. I tried to say something as she knelt on the bed beside me but she kissed me deeply and I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure swept over me. I opened them to find the pink cock swaying in front of me. "Suck it, baby," she throatily urged. "Get it wet for me so I can pop your cherry. Come on, you know you want to," she urged, thrusting it forward. Tentatively, I touched it and circled my fingers and thumb around its base. My tongue, of its own accord flicked it and quickly I started to suck it with complete wanton abandon. I looked up at Barbara as I sucked it and saw her looking down at me with a triumphant look on her beautiful face. "You're mine, baby," she breathed. "Aren't you?" I nodded and continued to suck, noticing the end of the fake cock was covering Barbara's clitoris so she was really getting off on this. Without a moment's hesitation, without a thought of male ego or anything else, I submitted to her and gave her total control. In fact, I wanted to! "Oh, baby," she moaned as I sucked and stroked, purposefully moving the cock against her to give her pleasure. Even though, I just orgasmed moments ago, I knew I wanted to again. "Suck it, my little slut," she murmured and I did. Suddenly, she pulled away and gestured for me to lay back so I did. Hovering over me, that pink cock jutting forward, she smiled down. "You want it?" Mutely, I nodded. "Say it," she demanded. "I want it," I whispered. "Tell me to fuck you." "Please," I whispered, a tear rolling from one eye. "Please fuck me." I felt it push against my pussy and I automatically raised my legs. In one push, I felt it slide into my wet pussy, pause and then push forward with a sharp jolt of pain. Barbara held me, our breasts mashing together. "Baby," she whispered. "Did I hurt you?" I shook my head, my hair rustling, and I felt our breasts joined together. I felt so, so, full as she laid on me, supported by her elbows, wanting her to push but she didn't. Cheekily, I smiled up at her sweating face. "Well, Doctor Munro, do you do this with all your patients?" "Only those that are as beautiful as you," she moaned as she started thrusting. What a photograph we would have made, sweaty black on sweaty white skin, kissing wildly as the tempo increased and both oblivious to the other but, somehow joined together in the one rhythm. We reached the level together and wave upon wave washed over me as I screamed loudly in pleasure while Barbara moaned in her orgasmic delight. The city lights bathed the hotel room as we lay in each other's arms for sometime until Barbara disentangled herself, kissed me gently and stood by the bed. "Goodbye, baby," she said brokenly. ""Another time things might have been different." "What's that?" I said sleepily. "Nothing," she said, kissing me on the cheek and covering me. "Goodnight." (Part 10) I had a sublime sleep. Stretching out in the bed, I curled my toes and yawned. Sunlight streamed through the curtains and flooded the room. Remembering last night, I glanced at our mutual door and saw it was closed. Barbara must have moved back into her room during the night in case I regretted what had happened. I smiled. I didn't regret a thing. As I used the bathroom, I realised my vagina was tender and there was a smear of blood on my inner thighs. I guess I was, technically, no longer a virgin. It was obvious I was dressing for my lover, short blue skirt, white blouse, blue stockings, garter belt and sheer white panties and bra. After taking time to make up my face and brush my hair, I walked to the door that joined our rooms and knocked. There was no answer so I gently opened the door. Sunlight streamed into the room, the bed hadn't been slept in and all of Barbara's things were gone. On the small table, a single red rose sat in a small vase next to a white envelope with `Lucy' scrawled on it. Trembling, I opened the envelope and withdrew a small card which said, `I'm sorry'. Puzzled, I went back into my room and sat down, trying to think this through. Was Barbara upset at what we had done? Where was she? Why didn't she stay to talk it through? Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. Thinking it was Barbara, I quickly opened it. "Oh my god!" I gasped and reeled back in shock. Standing in the corridor was Paul Groves! "Hello, Lucy," he said. Or I said. Or, something. I sagged against the door and he supported me by my arm back to the chair, using his foot to slam the door behind him. My heart was pounding as I watched him, me, walk to the telephone. "This is Paul Groves in room 426. We're ready now. Yes. Thank you." He replaced the phone and slumped in the chair opposite me. "Who are you?" I asked softly. Adjusting my skirt, I saw his eyes glance at my legs. "Why," he grinned, " isn't it obvious? I'm Paul Groves." "Do you mind telling me what is going on here?" I icily demanded. The grin became wider. "The English accent sounds great. Makes you haughty or regal or something." That was my smile on his face but, when I was me, was it so cruel, so mocking? "Please?" I whispered and his grin hardened. "You are so beautiful. I watched you yesterday and couldn't take my eyes off you." He stopped. "Can't you guess?" he asked and I shook my head, trying to clear it of the thousands of thoughts that were streaming through it. Suddenly, there was a tap at the door. Paul jumped up to open it and two waiters rolled in a table covered with food and coffee. "Leave it," Paul instructed, tipping them both. "We'll serve ourselves." As the door closed behind them, he swung his chair next to the table and sat down. "Breakfast," he announced gesturing at the food. "Come on," he leered, "you must be hungry after last night." I blushed but remained where I was. He poured some juice and offered it to me but I ignored it. Finally, he sat back and put his hands behind his head in a typical Paul Groves gesture. "Okay, okay," he said. "you haven't figured it out yet?" I stared at him or, was it me? I shook my head, confused. "I'm Maggie," he said. "Maggie Winston." "You?" I spat. "Winston?" He nodded. "You did this to me?" I demanded and he nodded smugly. "Why? Why?" I asked brokenly. He shrugged. "I had to. It's not to bad, is it?" he asked and I looked away. "Come on, have some breakfast." "Get out," I spat. "What?" "Get out of this room. Now!" "Or what?" He stood, towering over me and sneered down. "You forget I'm the guy and you're the girl. I'm much stronger than you, so don't push me." "If you don't get out of here," I said grimly, "I will scream and scream until the police come and I'll have you thrown into prison for rape!" Groves calmly sat down and sipped his juice. "Sure, you could do that. And, sure, you could tie me up in prison for a few hours while I prove you're nothing but a hooker!" "They wouldn't believe you!" "No? You're the one with no identity, no records. The cops will be suspicious, you know." He was right and that made me more furious. "You bastard! You're a murderer and a thief and you expect me to sit here and have breakfast with....." "I didn't kill anyone," he interrupted mildly. "Paul Groves is alive and well and good old Doctor Winston died from natural causes." "My money! Me. You stole me!" He became angry. "Your money! I made that money for your father who lied to me and strung me along all those years. I had more right to that money than you ever did! " We glared at each other for a moment and then he took a deep breath. "Look," he said, "have some breakfast and let's talk this through. Don't you want to know how we can change back?" he added slyly. "Back?" I gasped. "We can change back?" Did I want to? Even when I asked, I wasn't completely sure I wanted to change back." "Orange juice?" he offered. I nodded, moved my chair closer, uncrossed and crossed my legs, noting his glance again as I did and sipped the juice. "Well," I asked calmly, "can we change back?" Smiling, he shook his head. "You bastard," I said angrily but was I just a little relieved? "Come off it," he said. "It's not so bad being a woman is it? Especially you. I laid memories and skills into you to make you extraordinary. If you had my mind you'd be unstoppable, a super woman." "Why didn't you just switch yourself into this body?" "I hadn't tested all the procedures and you had to be the test. There was no one else and I was pretty pissed at you. Nothing, absolutely nothing, comes between me and my work. I jumped you into the shell," he smiled. "It worked fine so I did a double play. I was going to jump you back into your body and I would jump into the shell. The apparatus caught fire just as we were both jumping. You stayed in the shell and I ended up in you. I guess Barbara filled you in." "Barbara!" I suddenly remembered. "Where's Barbara?" Groves sneered. "Back at work. At GRL." He smiled at the shocked look on my face. "Doctor Munro had always wanted Doctor Winston's job and would do anything for it including sleeping with Maggie Winston and with you, I guess." The sneered remained. "Yep, she's gay. I bet you had a great time. You see, I wanted everything for that body so I raised the libido a little." "So, you made a lesbian!" I spat and he laughed. "Christ no! Maggie enjoyed men although the thought of men now does put me off. Let's face it Lucy, you do enjoy being a woman. You're breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly healthy and with great skills." "Build another apparatus," I demanded. "You could do it. You have the funds." "How? Paul Groves did not have the reputation as a smart man and I need assistance. No one in the scientific world would help." "Pay them. Buy all the help you need!" "I've got more important things I want to concentrate on. No, get used to being Lucy Paul. It could be worse,. You could be dead." I took a deep breath. So, I thought, that's that. I'm a woman for the rest of my life. A slight smiled played on my lips as I stood up and stood by the window. I knew he watched me walk . "Here's the deal," he continued. "The only people that know are you, me and Barbara. No one else and," he threatened, "no one else better know. Okay?" I nodded, still watching the city and smelt coffee as he poured it. "Coffee?" I shook my head. "Oh, I forgot. Tea?" he asked smugly and I whirled around. "Yeah, I put those in there as part of building an identity, an identity I'll give you if we can make a deal." "What kind of deal?" I asked bitterly. "You want me to be your sex slave?" "Now, now. Nothing like that, although the idea is attractive. No, something else. I've been handling things at the corporation pretty well but there are things I need to know about people, plans. All sorts of things. Things only you know." "I see." I turned and leaned against the window, arms folded. "What do I get out of it?" He smiled and leaned back, quickly looking me up and down. "A job. An apartment that's paid for, ready for you to move in today. And, a new identity." "Give me the identity now." "Uh uh, no can do. You do your part of the bargain first. Besides I need to get the name changed on the documents. That takes time and money." I had no choice. "Okay. What's the details?" "You work for me as my Personal Assistant." "You've got a nerve." "It's a job. Do you have any idea how to get a job?" "What happened to Alison?" "I promoted her. She seemed pretty pissed with me but took the promotion anyway." I smiled to myself. He was right, there are things he doesn't know. "You work with me until I'm on top of everything, then I'll give you the documentation for your identity and you can be on your way." "Money. I want money as well." Groves smiled cruelly. "Why should I?" "Motivation to leave you alone. Let you get on with MY life" He thought for a moment. "Okay. How much?" We haggled for sometime but at the end of it all I was going to be a reasonably wealthy woman. "This is the address of your new apartment," he said as he wrote something on a card and placed it on the coffee table. "And the keys." He tossed them with a jingle next to the card. "The hotel is paid for, as is everything else. All those clothes I picked out for ME are now yours and GRL have shipped them to your apartment. They should be hanging in your closet now. Today's Saturday. You be at the office at eight on Monday. Are we okay with this?" Yes," I said. "Perfectly." He grinned and shook his head. "I love the accent." Paul moved to the couch and stretched out. "You don't like me much but, have you thought, you don't like what YOU were?" "Yes, I have thought about it. Doesn't change anything." "You really are at home as a woman, aren't you?" he sneered. "To tell the truth, not completely, but I'm getting there. You?" "Hey, I just fitted right in. What is there not to like?" Was that male bravado, I wondered? It couldn't have been that easy I thought as I sat down on the chair next to the breakfast and poured a cup of tea. As I crossed my legs I noticed him glance at my legs and then up to my breasts. "Yes," I smiled, "you have fitted in, haven't you. As a woman, did you always look at legs and tits?" I said brutally. "No," he said huskily, watching as I uncrossed and then crossed my legs. I knew the skirt had slipped up and the top of my stocking was visible. "What's the attraction?" I asked. "After all, you designed this body, didn't you? You should know it well. Or is it the lingerie?' "I don't know. I really don't know. I've still got my mind but this male body is taking me over in someway." "Got used to having a cock?" I quizzed, smiling as I saw the bulge in his pants. "Got used to not having one?" He shot back. "Perfectly, thank you," I smiled sunnily and sipped my tea, watching him watch my legs. "Gets hard a lot, doesn't it?" I said sweetly, enjoying his discomfort. "Yes," he said throatily. "Got a mind of it's own. I didn't realise that males were such visual creatures." "Oh but they are. A flash of leg." I looked down and up again, knowing his eyes were following mine. "A peek of lace through a blouse, a tight skirt. All helps, doesn't it?" He nodded and I laughed. "If I remember correctly, it can be embarrassing at times. Have you had sex yet?" I cruelly asked. Groves shook his head, the bulge still prominent. "I suppose you've become proficient in jerking off. Groves looked at me hard and I knew the rough words in my proper accent were turning him on even more. "Look," he said, "we're both in the same boat. Why don't we....?" "Experiment?" I sweetly interrupted, sipping my tea. "Yeah." "I don't think so. But I don't mind if you jerk off while you look at my legs. After all, I have seen that cock before, although from a different angle. Would you like me to stand up and slide my skirt up?" I asked innocently. Angrily, he jumped to his feet. "You bitch!" he snapped. "What you made me, my dear," I said coolly as he stormed to the door. "I'm your design." He paused with one hand on the doorknob. "Look Lucy," he said, trying to calm down, "we have to be able to work together. We have to be polite and you have to remember I'm the boss. Got it?" "Of course, you're the boss. From Monday. Now, why don't you go home and jerk off?" He slammed the door hard after him. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+