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Chapter 20
Chrissie hears wedding bells
It's been six months after I first started working in the brothel with
Kate and mommy and I've made friends with most of the girls who work
there and, more importantly, they are starting to think of me as a she
instead of a he. I think getting castrated was the best thing for me. It
boosted my confidence in my appearance and took away all vestiges of my
manhood. I do have a little penis but I don't think it detracts from my
appearance at all. It is easily hidden in clothes as it lies flat when
pressed against tight knickers. It's just a barely noticeable bump now.
Since it can't get hard, there's no chance it will ever poke its head
out.
I've sorted out the leakage problem from my sissy pussy. Although I have
had full on sex with around 12 men in a day and they leave their cum and
lube in me, I just give myself an enema after work and it all flushes
away. That means I can throw out the granny panties and always wear
something lacy at night that matches my bras.
Once the guys got comfortable pissing in my mouth, after I clean their
dirty cocks with my tongue, they sure took advantage of it! Why not? It's
a huge power trip for them. There I am, on my knees, practically begging
them to use me as a human toilet after they have used my body for their
pleasure. What alpha male would say no to that? It's the ultimate
affirmation of their superior status and the greatest power exchange
they'll ever experience. It hasn't caused any friction in the house
because none of the other girls would willingly do anything as nasty and
degrading as that and it has attracted some of their kinkiest clients
away from them to me. They are more than happy for me to deal with those
types and for them to only have deal with more normal clients.
Tracie has put me on a high potassium diet to counter the effects of the
high doses of sodium I get from the pints of piss that fill my tummy each
day. I also drink plenty of water to dilute the salt in my system. I've
found that drinking pee has a lot of health benefits. I haven't been sick
a day since I started doing it. I used to wash my mouth out after every
session but now I've learned to like the lingering flavour. After all,
what's the point of washing away the taste when I am going to have the
same thing happen to me 30 minutes later? I might as well learn to enjoy
it. Most people would be revolted by the thought of letting someone use
you as a convenient latrine but they don't understand my psychological
makeup. It wasn't much of a hurdle for me to cross; in fact it fulfils a
deep seated need in me for my clients to enjoy degrading me. I always
thank them for giving me the privilege of doing it, make sure the last
drops end up in my mouth rather than on the floor and give them a big
smile when they've finished.
I've gotten quite good at giving head and can now deep throat a guy with
no problem at all. Mommy taught me how to do it and actually let me
perfect my technique on her lover, Luke. I can even take Magic Mike's
huge cock right down to the base. He says no real girl has ever done that
before. I wish more men would let me suck them till completion but that
is very rare for me. They all seem to want to get the entire experience.
They like me giving them head to make them rock hard but they invariably
end up fucking my sissy pussy till they shoot their load. I guess I
should take that as a compliment.
I am in better shape than I've ever been before and I put that down to
all the sex I have during the week and the effects of the hormones which
rush through my body every day. I've actually dropped down to a UK size 6
and sometimes struggle to find clothes that are petite enough for me to
wear. The new treatment that Tracie put me on which completely suppresses
any testosterone production and supplements my oestrogen levels actually
helped me naturally grow my breasts and now I am a 32C instead of a 32B.
My waist is 24 inches and my hips are 33 inches. Almost all the men who
are my regular customers are quite fit and highly sexual and put me
through a workout when they fuck me. I am not a passive kind of person
when it comes to sex. I meet each thrust of theirs with one of my own
and, when I get a hot flash, I'll writhe around the bed while they spear
me with their cocks. More often than not, the sheets are soaked with
perspiration by the time a guy has cum in me. Since my tummy is filled
with their hot nectar afterwards I don't feel hungry and I'm less likely
to want to eat a fattening snack.
Tracie's video of my castration proved to be a big hit. She cleverly
spliced in images of me when I was trying to be a real man beforehand and
then made my transformation seem more of a result of the surgery than the
years of hormones I took. The last scene in the film was of me at the
glory hole hungrily sucking cock after cock whilst Kate looked on and
gave instructions. I don't know how much she actually made from it but
she is now driving a new Porsche.
I think Paul will star in her sequel although he's not aware of it yet.
To Tracie's credit she isn't one to coerce anybody into doing something
they don't want to do. She's just biding her time till Paul comes to his
senses. Just like I was in the early stage of hormonal treatment he is a
bit confused and is gradually losing his masculine identity. I can tell
by the clothes he's buying. I gave him some advice and told him to stick
to an androgynous look and wear loose tops, leggings and shoes that are
neither masculine nor feminine but which come from the women's shoe
department. He followed my advice except for the shoes. He insists of
buying and wearing very feminine flats. He's taller than me by five
inches, so transitioning in the public eye will be more difficult and he
might become a victim of taunts from alpha males. I had a feminine look
even during the experimental period when I wanted to become independent
and be a real man. I wasn't a very convincing guy but I became a very
good looking girl early on in my treatment. That isn't going to be the
case with Paul.
The fact that he's mommy's husband kind of complicates the matter. I know
from her he can't get an erection anymore which has helped him with any
jealousy issues he has with her lover, Luke, let alone her profession as
a mature hooker. Since he can't satisfy her more jaded sexual needs he's
actually grateful that she has a job which entails hot sex with a lot of
men during the daytime and has a handsome lover to spend the night with.
He doesn't get upset when Kate, mommy and I have a laugh about a
particularly unusual client we might have had that day or one who was
super endowed.
Tracie has been following his life with the video camera in hand and
interviewing him in detail about his transition and how he feels about
being married to a promiscuous woman he doesn't have sex with. It's a bit
demeaning to him but I'm sure she'll put together something that sells in
the end but she has to wait until the point comes when he wants to
voluntarily have his testicles removed and have breast implants to finish
the production. In my opinion, she has about six months to wait.
Although it is counterintuitive, Kate and mommy seem to look younger as
each day passes. The myth of how hookers age faster than other women is
blown apart by those two. I think what really ages hookers is their
dependence on d**gs and alcohol and the abusive men they are attracted
to. Derek's brothel has strict rules about d**g and alcohol use and all
the girls that work there abide by them and they all look stunning. I put
that down to sex, particularly unprotected sex like we practice in the
house. The basic premise of Derek's operation is that virtually all the
clients are married and have to very careful about STDs and the rates to
see the girl of their choice are so high they preclude anyone but the
wealthiest punters. There has not been one case of one of his girls
getting an STD in five years of operation. The girls have cum shot inside
their pussies and mouths up to 12 times a day and, if you believe the
medical literature, the health benefits are enormous. It certainly
prevents ageing. Knowing that I seldom give head to a man till
completion, Kate takes me to the glory hole every Saturday for two hours
and I suck at least a dozen men or more for my weekly does of the magic
elixir. Thankfully, the proprietor has put a cushion for my knees below
every hole in the room. My weekly dose keeps my skin glowing.
The discreet tattoo that was put on the back of my neck by Helen has now
been lasered off and replaced by Kate's initials. Although we have never
had sex we are closer than most couples are and she gets off on my
submissiveness in a big way. We are both completely hooked on the hormone
treatment Tracie administers to us, as is she, mommy and Paul. That has
reignited Kate's sexual side. Although she has been a hooker for ten
years the work became repetitive and sex was simply acting on her part.
Now she truly enjoys it and enjoys dominating me. Every afternoon, at the
close of business, she straddles my face pushing globs of cum into my
mouth.
Tracie doesn't have a regular boyfriend but Kate has set her up numerous
wealthy clients of hers. Although she has transformed herself completely
and no longer has that trailer trash look about her she has yet to become
as refined as either Kate or mommy. She is beginning to learn how to
behave in situations and is astute about her manners. In a year or so I
think she will really blossom.
The only problem in my life is my house. It's too small for mommy, her
lover Luke, her husband Paul and Kate and me. I bought it outright with
my father's inheritance money years ago and I certainly couldn't afford
to buy a bigger place in the neighbourhood. Property price inflation is
so great in desired neighbourhoods in London I could sell the house and
move to France and not have to work another day in my life. It is a
typical mews house and has two upstairs bedrooms and a kitchen, dining
room and living room downstairs. Paul has been sleeping on a cot in the
kitchen for the last six months whilst his wife is upstairs in the guest
bedroom with Luke. Kate and I share the master bedroom. It means that it
is impossible to have any sort of privacy. If someone is making love,
everyone in the house can hear it. The same goes for everything else and
it is driving me crazy.
Today is the day before our bi-annual evaluation by Derek and everyone is
a bit nervous. The clients are offered a chance to rate us on the
internet after each visit. The cumulative rating and the number of
clients we see every day is the criteria Derek uses to judge our
performance. I feel pretty safe because I am actually one of the busiest
in the house, although Kate is equally as popular. Mommy too is very
popular and the only mature prostitute in the group. She attracts a
clientele of young guys who are fascinated with older women.
When Kate entered my room at the end of the business day she didn't
straddle my face as normal but had a worried expression on her face and
clearly wasn't in the mood for any fun. I sat upright on the bed still in
my work attire of stockings, suspender belt, heels and a bra.
"What's wrong?" I asked, as she carefully closed the door and locked it.
"Maybe nothing is wrong, but I'm worried," she replied. "It's just that
Derek is supposed to give us our evaluations tomorrow and he normally
contacts me a couple of days beforehand. I haven't heard from him in over
a week and when I call his number there's no answer."
"Does he have any family or a wife you can contact?" I asked. "Do you
know any of his friends' numbers?"
"Derek isn't married and he doesn't have any immediate family I know
about," said Kate. "He's not the sort to have friends either. He is a
real loner."
"Do you know where he lives?" I asked. "We could go over and pound on the
door. Maybe he is sick."
"He has a big house on Vicarage Gate in Kensington," Kate replied.
"There's actually a key to it downstairs in the desk which he keeps here
in case he loses his. I have gone there to collect his mail while he has
been on holiday so I know the alarm code."
"Let me take a shower and deal with my personal things and I'll meet you
in the changing room in 30 minutes," I said. "Maybe you should call
Tracie. She's a nurse and, if he is sick, then she might be able to get
him some treatment."
I quickly went to the bathroom, locked the door and gave myself my daily
enema. After that worked, I hopped in the shower and quickly washed my
body, putting on a shower cap so my hair didn't get wet. After I towelled
myself off and put a little makeup on I went downstairs to the back room
where the girls kept their street clothes. I put on a red wool skirt and
a black knit jumper and slipped into my overcoat. Kate was already
dressed, looking stunning in a black dress. It's a shame the winter
weather required us to wear long overcoats. When we got out of Derek's
brothel and locked it up we hailed a taxi and sped our way to Kensington.
Tracie was already there in front of Derek's house waiting for us.
We exchanged kisses and Kate told Tracie about her worries about Derek.
With Kate leading the way we mounted the steps to the front door and
pressed the buzzer and waited. After a minute or so Kate pressed the
buzzer for longer but there was no response. She fished in her handbag
and pulled out the key and unlocked the front door. Immediately, the
alarm system began buzzing and Kate raced to the alarm box and punched in
the code. Then there was only eerie silence. There wasn't a sound in the
house.
"Let's stick together and go from room to room," Kate said. "I don't want
to be alone if we find something horrible."
We turned on all the lights as we went through the house to ward off the
winter darkness and inspected each empty room in detail then we climbed
the stairs to the first floor and went from empty bedroom to empty
bedroom. It was when we came to the master bedroom we knew something was
wrong. The door to the en suite bathroom was closed but the sound of
water running from a tap was unmistakable.
"This doesn't look good," said Kate, who seemed reluctant to open the
door and look inside.
I went up to the door and knocked on it loudly. When there was no
response I turned the doorknob and opened the door slightly and peered
inside. I could see Derek, or his body, in the bathtub. Thankfully the
overflow drain was draining away the water from the running tap. I walked
inside and shut the water off and called out to Tracie. I did look
briefly at the body and couldn't see any obvious injuries but there was
no doubt he was dead. Thankfully it was not long enough for the body to
decompose. There was no obvious odour of death in the room.
Tracie came in the room and closed Derek's eyelids and looked briefly at
the body. She then put her hand in the water.
"It's cold," she said. "He must have used all the hot water. The cold
water helped preserve the body. I can't tell how long he's been dead."
"You don't want to go in there," I said to Kate when I came back into the
master bedroom. "He's dead but it looks like it was from natural causes."
"This changes everything," Kate said after Tracie joined us. "We have to
go downstairs to the office and talk. The first thing we have to agree is
that we don't tell a living soul that Derek is dead. That includes your
mother, Chrissie. She'll tell Luke and then word will spread around town.
We have an opportunity here if we are smart. We've got to figure out a
way to get rid of the body first."
Kate led us downstairs to Derek's office and found a bottle of white wine
in the tiny refrigerator and opened it, pouring us each a glass and then
sitting down behind the desk. Tracie and I sat in seats facing her.
"OK, here is the downside," Kate said. "If the girls and the punters find
out Derek is dead the brothel will fall apart. They abide by the rules
not only because they make more money there then they could dream about
but they also know Derek is ruthless. They're scared of him. The punters
are scared of him too. The cops are in his pocket because of the payoffs
he gives them. I know all about that because I have delivered sacks of
cash to them."
"The evaluation is tomorrow and if Derek doesn't show up then the girls
will start to suspect something is up," Kate added. "We need someone to
stand in his place and what better person to do that but his wife. They
don't know he wasn't married and, if we convince them his wife was
delegated the role, then we'll buy at least another six months. The only
person who could credibly be his wife is Tracie. Nobody knows her there
except your mommy, Chrissie. We'll have to make sure she is too ill to
come to work tomorrow and I'll pretend that I listened to Derek's
evaluation of her and tell her about it when I come home."
"Now, how are we going to get rid of the body and make sure it is never
found?" Kate asked, tapping her fingers on the desk. "It's got to be done
soon before it starts stinking in here. Ideally we should do it tonight."
"I know how to handle that," Tracie said. "The least risky way to dispose
of the body is to donate it to science. Imperial College has a school of
medicine and I've been in the hall where they keep the cadavers. I'll
just deliver it to the cooling area wearing a nurse's uniform. Nobody
will question me because they'll be grateful to get it without having to
buy the body of some tramp through a broker. We'll need a body bag, which
I'll have to get from the clinic. I have a couple of nurse's uniforms at
home which you guys will have to wear to help me."
"I know what to put in Chrissie's mother's food to make her quite ill
tonight," Tracie added. "I'll wake up early and rent a van and then come
over to your place and pick you up. We'll change into the nurse's
uniforms here and take the body downstairs and out to the van and drive
it over to Imperial. We'll have to get a couple of volunteers there to
help us. The uniforms are quite short and show a lot of leg so that won't
be a problem."
"OK, that's a plan," Kate said. "Let's keep the body cooled in the
meantime. Why don't you go upstairs and turn the cold water tap on?"
After Tracie left the room to go upstairs and turn on the cold water tap,
Kate put her fingers to her lips to indicate that there was a secret she
wanted to share with me and waved me over. I walked around the desk and
bent my head so she could whisper in my ear.
"There's a shitload of cash hidden in this house and you and I are going
to find it," Kate said. "That money is for us only and we are going to
move into this house and take ownership. I know a few judges quite
intimately and they would do anything for me, including transferring the
deed for the property. It's going to be in our names within a week but
there's one little thing we have to do first."
"What's that?" I asked. "This place is worth millions. We can all live
here without bumping into each other all the time."
"There is no all of us, anymore," she replied. "There's just you and I
and we are going to get married. Paul, Luke and your mother can live out
their own soap opera at your house."
I was back in my chair with my head spinning by the time Tracie returned
to the room. After she sat down Kate resumed control of the meeting.
"We'll work out the rest of the details of how we pull this off in the
long-term as it goes along, but I think we have a plan that will work,"
Kate said. "You've got one more task to do tomorrow before you come over
for the evaluations, Tracie. You've got to go to a jewellery store and
get an engagement and wedding ring and don't scrimp. Anyone with Derek's
money would splash out on his wife."
"Now let's all go home for dinner," Kate said. "How are you going to get
something to put in Chrissie's mommy's food?"
"I already have something in my handbag," replied Tracie. "Eye drops will
do the trick. A few drops in her food will give her a massive case of
diarrhoea in the morning. She won't be able to be more than ten feet from
a toilet."
Chrissie hears wedding bells
It's been six months after I first started working in the brothel with
Kate and mommy and I've made friends with most of the girls who work
there and, more importantly, they are starting to think of me as a she
instead of a he. I think getting castrated was the best thing for me. It
boosted my confidence in my appearance and took away all vestiges of my
manhood. I do have a little penis but I don't think it detracts from my
appearance at all. It is easily hidden in clothes as it lies flat when
pressed against tight knickers. It's just a barely noticeable bump now.
Since it can't get hard, there's no chance it will ever poke its head
out.
I've sorted out the leakage problem from my sissy pussy. Although I have
had full on sex with around 12 men in a day and they leave their cum and
lube in me, I just give myself an enema after work and it all flushes
away. That means I can throw out the granny panties and always wear
something lacy at night that matches my bras.
Once the guys got comfortable pissing in my mouth, after I clean their
dirty cocks with my tongue, they sure took advantage of it! Why not? It's
a huge power trip for them. There I am, on my knees, practically begging
them to use me as a human toilet after they have used my body for their
pleasure. What alpha male would say no to that? It's the ultimate
affirmation of their superior status and the greatest power exchange
they'll ever experience. It hasn't caused any friction in the house
because none of the other girls would willingly do anything as nasty and
degrading as that and it has attracted some of their kinkiest clients
away from them to me. They are more than happy for me to deal with those
types and for them to only have deal with more normal clients.
Tracie has put me on a high potassium diet to counter the effects of the
high doses of sodium I get from the pints of piss that fill my tummy each
day. I also drink plenty of water to dilute the salt in my system. I've
found that drinking pee has a lot of health benefits. I haven't been sick
a day since I started doing it. I used to wash my mouth out after every
session but now I've learned to like the lingering flavour. After all,
what's the point of washing away the taste when I am going to have the
same thing happen to me 30 minutes later? I might as well learn to enjoy
it. Most people would be revolted by the thought of letting someone use
you as a convenient latrine but they don't understand my psychological
makeup. It wasn't much of a hurdle for me to cross; in fact it fulfils a
deep seated need in me for my clients to enjoy degrading me. I always
thank them for giving me the privilege of doing it, make sure the last
drops end up in my mouth rather than on the floor and give them a big
smile when they've finished.
I've gotten quite good at giving head and can now deep throat a guy with
no problem at all. Mommy taught me how to do it and actually let me
perfect my technique on her lover, Luke. I can even take Magic Mike's
huge cock right down to the base. He says no real girl has ever done that
before. I wish more men would let me suck them till completion but that
is very rare for me. They all seem to want to get the entire experience.
They like me giving them head to make them rock hard but they invariably
end up fucking my sissy pussy till they shoot their load. I guess I
should take that as a compliment.
I am in better shape than I've ever been before and I put that down to
all the sex I have during the week and the effects of the hormones which
rush through my body every day. I've actually dropped down to a UK size 6
and sometimes struggle to find clothes that are petite enough for me to
wear. The new treatment that Tracie put me on which completely suppresses
any testosterone production and supplements my oestrogen levels actually
helped me naturally grow my breasts and now I am a 32C instead of a 32B.
My waist is 24 inches and my hips are 33 inches. Almost all the men who
are my regular customers are quite fit and highly sexual and put me
through a workout when they fuck me. I am not a passive kind of person
when it comes to sex. I meet each thrust of theirs with one of my own
and, when I get a hot flash, I'll writhe around the bed while they spear
me with their cocks. More often than not, the sheets are soaked with
perspiration by the time a guy has cum in me. Since my tummy is filled
with their hot nectar afterwards I don't feel hungry and I'm less likely
to want to eat a fattening snack.
Tracie's video of my castration proved to be a big hit. She cleverly
spliced in images of me when I was trying to be a real man beforehand and
then made my transformation seem more of a result of the surgery than the
years of hormones I took. The last scene in the film was of me at the
glory hole hungrily sucking cock after cock whilst Kate looked on and
gave instructions. I don't know how much she actually made from it but
she is now driving a new Porsche.
I think Paul will star in her sequel although he's not aware of it yet.
To Tracie's credit she isn't one to coerce anybody into doing something
they don't want to do. She's just biding her time till Paul comes to his
senses. Just like I was in the early stage of hormonal treatment he is a
bit confused and is gradually losing his masculine identity. I can tell
by the clothes he's buying. I gave him some advice and told him to stick
to an androgynous look and wear loose tops, leggings and shoes that are
neither masculine nor feminine but which come from the women's shoe
department. He followed my advice except for the shoes. He insists of
buying and wearing very feminine flats. He's taller than me by five
inches, so transitioning in the public eye will be more difficult and he
might become a victim of taunts from alpha males. I had a feminine look
even during the experimental period when I wanted to become independent
and be a real man. I wasn't a very convincing guy but I became a very
good looking girl early on in my treatment. That isn't going to be the
case with Paul.
The fact that he's mommy's husband kind of complicates the matter. I know
from her he can't get an erection anymore which has helped him with any
jealousy issues he has with her lover, Luke, let alone her profession as
a mature hooker. Since he can't satisfy her more jaded sexual needs he's
actually grateful that she has a job which entails hot sex with a lot of
men during the daytime and has a handsome lover to spend the night with.
He doesn't get upset when Kate, mommy and I have a laugh about a
particularly unusual client we might have had that day or one who was
super endowed.
Tracie has been following his life with the video camera in hand and
interviewing him in detail about his transition and how he feels about
being married to a promiscuous woman he doesn't have sex with. It's a bit
demeaning to him but I'm sure she'll put together something that sells in
the end but she has to wait until the point comes when he wants to
voluntarily have his testicles removed and have breast implants to finish
the production. In my opinion, she has about six months to wait.
Although it is counterintuitive, Kate and mommy seem to look younger as
each day passes. The myth of how hookers age faster than other women is
blown apart by those two. I think what really ages hookers is their
dependence on d**gs and alcohol and the abusive men they are attracted
to. Derek's brothel has strict rules about d**g and alcohol use and all
the girls that work there abide by them and they all look stunning. I put
that down to sex, particularly unprotected sex like we practice in the
house. The basic premise of Derek's operation is that virtually all the
clients are married and have to very careful about STDs and the rates to
see the girl of their choice are so high they preclude anyone but the
wealthiest punters. There has not been one case of one of his girls
getting an STD in five years of operation. The girls have cum shot inside
their pussies and mouths up to 12 times a day and, if you believe the
medical literature, the health benefits are enormous. It certainly
prevents ageing. Knowing that I seldom give head to a man till
completion, Kate takes me to the glory hole every Saturday for two hours
and I suck at least a dozen men or more for my weekly does of the magic
elixir. Thankfully, the proprietor has put a cushion for my knees below
every hole in the room. My weekly dose keeps my skin glowing.
The discreet tattoo that was put on the back of my neck by Helen has now
been lasered off and replaced by Kate's initials. Although we have never
had sex we are closer than most couples are and she gets off on my
submissiveness in a big way. We are both completely hooked on the hormone
treatment Tracie administers to us, as is she, mommy and Paul. That has
reignited Kate's sexual side. Although she has been a hooker for ten
years the work became repetitive and sex was simply acting on her part.
Now she truly enjoys it and enjoys dominating me. Every afternoon, at the
close of business, she straddles my face pushing globs of cum into my
mouth.
Tracie doesn't have a regular boyfriend but Kate has set her up numerous
wealthy clients of hers. Although she has transformed herself completely
and no longer has that trailer trash look about her she has yet to become
as refined as either Kate or mommy. She is beginning to learn how to
behave in situations and is astute about her manners. In a year or so I
think she will really blossom.
The only problem in my life is my house. It's too small for mommy, her
lover Luke, her husband Paul and Kate and me. I bought it outright with
my father's inheritance money years ago and I certainly couldn't afford
to buy a bigger place in the neighbourhood. Property price inflation is
so great in desired neighbourhoods in London I could sell the house and
move to France and not have to work another day in my life. It is a
typical mews house and has two upstairs bedrooms and a kitchen, dining
room and living room downstairs. Paul has been sleeping on a cot in the
kitchen for the last six months whilst his wife is upstairs in the guest
bedroom with Luke. Kate and I share the master bedroom. It means that it
is impossible to have any sort of privacy. If someone is making love,
everyone in the house can hear it. The same goes for everything else and
it is driving me crazy.
Today is the day before our bi-annual evaluation by Derek and everyone is
a bit nervous. The clients are offered a chance to rate us on the
internet after each visit. The cumulative rating and the number of
clients we see every day is the criteria Derek uses to judge our
performance. I feel pretty safe because I am actually one of the busiest
in the house, although Kate is equally as popular. Mommy too is very
popular and the only mature prostitute in the group. She attracts a
clientele of young guys who are fascinated with older women.
When Kate entered my room at the end of the business day she didn't
straddle my face as normal but had a worried expression on her face and
clearly wasn't in the mood for any fun. I sat upright on the bed still in
my work attire of stockings, suspender belt, heels and a bra.
"What's wrong?" I asked, as she carefully closed the door and locked it.
"Maybe nothing is wrong, but I'm worried," she replied. "It's just that
Derek is supposed to give us our evaluations tomorrow and he normally
contacts me a couple of days beforehand. I haven't heard from him in over
a week and when I call his number there's no answer."
"Does he have any family or a wife you can contact?" I asked. "Do you
know any of his friends' numbers?"
"Derek isn't married and he doesn't have any immediate family I know
about," said Kate. "He's not the sort to have friends either. He is a
real loner."
"Do you know where he lives?" I asked. "We could go over and pound on the
door. Maybe he is sick."
"He has a big house on Vicarage Gate in Kensington," Kate replied.
"There's actually a key to it downstairs in the desk which he keeps here
in case he loses his. I have gone there to collect his mail while he has
been on holiday so I know the alarm code."
"Let me take a shower and deal with my personal things and I'll meet you
in the changing room in 30 minutes," I said. "Maybe you should call
Tracie. She's a nurse and, if he is sick, then she might be able to get
him some treatment."
I quickly went to the bathroom, locked the door and gave myself my daily
enema. After that worked, I hopped in the shower and quickly washed my
body, putting on a shower cap so my hair didn't get wet. After I towelled
myself off and put a little makeup on I went downstairs to the back room
where the girls kept their street clothes. I put on a red wool skirt and
a black knit jumper and slipped into my overcoat. Kate was already
dressed, looking stunning in a black dress. It's a shame the winter
weather required us to wear long overcoats. When we got out of Derek's
brothel and locked it up we hailed a taxi and sped our way to Kensington.
Tracie was already there in front of Derek's house waiting for us.
We exchanged kisses and Kate told Tracie about her worries about Derek.
With Kate leading the way we mounted the steps to the front door and
pressed the buzzer and waited. After a minute or so Kate pressed the
buzzer for longer but there was no response. She fished in her handbag
and pulled out the key and unlocked the front door. Immediately, the
alarm system began buzzing and Kate raced to the alarm box and punched in
the code. Then there was only eerie silence. There wasn't a sound in the
house.
"Let's stick together and go from room to room," Kate said. "I don't want
to be alone if we find something horrible."
We turned on all the lights as we went through the house to ward off the
winter darkness and inspected each empty room in detail then we climbed
the stairs to the first floor and went from empty bedroom to empty
bedroom. It was when we came to the master bedroom we knew something was
wrong. The door to the en suite bathroom was closed but the sound of
water running from a tap was unmistakable.
"This doesn't look good," said Kate, who seemed reluctant to open the
door and look inside.
I went up to the door and knocked on it loudly. When there was no
response I turned the doorknob and opened the door slightly and peered
inside. I could see Derek, or his body, in the bathtub. Thankfully the
overflow drain was draining away the water from the running tap. I walked
inside and shut the water off and called out to Tracie. I did look
briefly at the body and couldn't see any obvious injuries but there was
no doubt he was dead. Thankfully it was not long enough for the body to
decompose. There was no obvious odour of death in the room.
Tracie came in the room and closed Derek's eyelids and looked briefly at
the body. She then put her hand in the water.
"It's cold," she said. "He must have used all the hot water. The cold
water helped preserve the body. I can't tell how long he's been dead."
"You don't want to go in there," I said to Kate when I came back into the
master bedroom. "He's dead but it looks like it was from natural causes."
"This changes everything," Kate said after Tracie joined us. "We have to
go downstairs to the office and talk. The first thing we have to agree is
that we don't tell a living soul that Derek is dead. That includes your
mother, Chrissie. She'll tell Luke and then word will spread around town.
We have an opportunity here if we are smart. We've got to figure out a
way to get rid of the body first."
Kate led us downstairs to Derek's office and found a bottle of white wine
in the tiny refrigerator and opened it, pouring us each a glass and then
sitting down behind the desk. Tracie and I sat in seats facing her.
"OK, here is the downside," Kate said. "If the girls and the punters find
out Derek is dead the brothel will fall apart. They abide by the rules
not only because they make more money there then they could dream about
but they also know Derek is ruthless. They're scared of him. The punters
are scared of him too. The cops are in his pocket because of the payoffs
he gives them. I know all about that because I have delivered sacks of
cash to them."
"The evaluation is tomorrow and if Derek doesn't show up then the girls
will start to suspect something is up," Kate added. "We need someone to
stand in his place and what better person to do that but his wife. They
don't know he wasn't married and, if we convince them his wife was
delegated the role, then we'll buy at least another six months. The only
person who could credibly be his wife is Tracie. Nobody knows her there
except your mommy, Chrissie. We'll have to make sure she is too ill to
come to work tomorrow and I'll pretend that I listened to Derek's
evaluation of her and tell her about it when I come home."
"Now, how are we going to get rid of the body and make sure it is never
found?" Kate asked, tapping her fingers on the desk. "It's got to be done
soon before it starts stinking in here. Ideally we should do it tonight."
"I know how to handle that," Tracie said. "The least risky way to dispose
of the body is to donate it to science. Imperial College has a school of
medicine and I've been in the hall where they keep the cadavers. I'll
just deliver it to the cooling area wearing a nurse's uniform. Nobody
will question me because they'll be grateful to get it without having to
buy the body of some tramp through a broker. We'll need a body bag, which
I'll have to get from the clinic. I have a couple of nurse's uniforms at
home which you guys will have to wear to help me."
"I know what to put in Chrissie's mother's food to make her quite ill
tonight," Tracie added. "I'll wake up early and rent a van and then come
over to your place and pick you up. We'll change into the nurse's
uniforms here and take the body downstairs and out to the van and drive
it over to Imperial. We'll have to get a couple of volunteers there to
help us. The uniforms are quite short and show a lot of leg so that won't
be a problem."
"OK, that's a plan," Kate said. "Let's keep the body cooled in the
meantime. Why don't you go upstairs and turn the cold water tap on?"
After Tracie left the room to go upstairs and turn on the cold water tap,
Kate put her fingers to her lips to indicate that there was a secret she
wanted to share with me and waved me over. I walked around the desk and
bent my head so she could whisper in my ear.
"There's a shitload of cash hidden in this house and you and I are going
to find it," Kate said. "That money is for us only and we are going to
move into this house and take ownership. I know a few judges quite
intimately and they would do anything for me, including transferring the
deed for the property. It's going to be in our names within a week but
there's one little thing we have to do first."
"What's that?" I asked. "This place is worth millions. We can all live
here without bumping into each other all the time."
"There is no all of us, anymore," she replied. "There's just you and I
and we are going to get married. Paul, Luke and your mother can live out
their own soap opera at your house."
I was back in my chair with my head spinning by the time Tracie returned
to the room. After she sat down Kate resumed control of the meeting.
"We'll work out the rest of the details of how we pull this off in the
long-term as it goes along, but I think we have a plan that will work,"
Kate said. "You've got one more task to do tomorrow before you come over
for the evaluations, Tracie. You've got to go to a jewellery store and
get an engagement and wedding ring and don't scrimp. Anyone with Derek's
money would splash out on his wife."
"Now let's all go home for dinner," Kate said. "How are you going to get
something to put in Chrissie's mommy's food?"
"I already have something in my handbag," replied Tracie. "Eye drops will
do the trick. A few drops in her food will give her a massive case of
diarrhoea in the morning. She won't be able to be more than ten feet from
a toilet."
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