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Prissy By Waldo Chapter 1 - Priscilla - my love Chapter 2 - Gary's harem Chapter 3 - Prissy Prissy By Waldo Chapter 1 - Priscilla - my love The woman ignored the ringing phone as her fingers moved furiously on the keyboard. On the third ring, she grabbed an open cigarette pack and expertly shook one cigarette free from the pack, with one hand as the other hand picked up the phone. Still staring at the PC's display monitor, she answered "Washington Post. You've got the City Desk, Hampton." The caller's soft reply startled the reporter "Hi Trish. Got time to spend a few minutes with an old buddy?" An impish smile lit up the woman's normally tightly pursed lips as she recognized the caller's voice "Bryan Patterson, you old has-been. What stump did you drag yourself out from under? Do you still have your nose so far up Priscilla's ass that you can't blow your nose without giving her an enema?" His voice quaked slightly, as if he was fighting back tears "No, it's over between us We're still friends and see each other occasionally, but ..." She lit her cigarette, letting it dangle between her lips as she hunched over a small mound of research paper spread across her desk "Well.., look I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why don't you come by and I'll buy the first round of beer. Then we can talk about old times and forget about those romances that didn't work out." His voice sounded a little more cheery "I'd like to do that but I can't. Look I need a favor - a big favor. Can you take a break and talk to me -sort of like old times?" She pushed her messy mane of thick curly hair back with one hand as she glanced around to see if any supervisors were in the room. Leaning down over her desk a little more to muffle her voice so that nearby reporters wouldn't hear her, her voice dropped to just above a whisper "You want some dirty talk - some phone sex, do you, my friend? What have you got in your hand?" His loud reply was almost a scream "NO! I want to talk! TALK! You're the only one that I trust and know that I can open up with. Come on Trish, it's me and I need your help." She sat up straighter and blew a hard cloud of cigarette smoke like a steam engine, from the side of her lips. Changing her tone of voice to a more professional sound, she tried to hide her chagrin at misunderstanding him and his obvious rebuff of her very personal overture "Look Bryan, it's twenty minutes till press time and I've got a story to get out. How about a beer after work? I get off in three hours." There was no answer and she paused as she tried to figure out what was bugging him. At one time, she knew him quite well - as inside out as two frequent lovers could know each other. It wasn't a `sleep with me every night' type of relationship, but a `you've had too much to drink and why don't you spend the night in my bed' type of relationship. Both of them would get up and go their separate ways the next morning as they fought each other for the choice newspaper reporting assignments. If it hadn't been for that nerdy librarian, Priscilla Larzing and her big, innocent doe-looking eyes, Bryan and Trish would have continued their every two-three weeks all-night sexual release pattern and Bryan would still be working at the paper as a reporter. Glancing up at the clock, she saw that her deadline was fast approaching and her story needed a little more re- writing. Holding the phone against her ear with her shoulder, she began typing as she picked up where his phone call had interrupted her. Recognizing that he hadn't answered her question nor said anything in over five long seconds of silence, she asked "Bryan, are you alright?" His choked-up voice indicated that he wasn't alright "Trish, I have to talk to someone. Do you know Gary Franks?" The sound of her keyboard-clicking stopping signaled that he had re-grabbed her attention. Her simple "I wish. He's the man of mystery - the sultan of sex - the man that's got every woman in town fawning over him." His voice became slightly higher pitched as he tried to regain his composure "Well, I know all about him. I know his secrets. And that's why I have to talk to you. I have to tell someone - someone that I trust - about his evil powers." His voice became louder and more excited "He's pure evil - the devil incarnate on Earth. And he must be exposed. That's why you must listen to me. YOU MUST WRITE ABOUT HIM - TELL THE WORLD ABOUT HIS EVIL - YOU MUST HELP ME." His sudden sobbing shook her up almost as much as his outburst. Looking at the clock, she knew that if she listened to her upset friend, she would miss her deadline. For just a moment, she considered her responsibility to her work, then she quietly said "Bryan, it's alright. I'm going to put you on hold, get someone to finish this article for me, and then I'll pick up the phone back in Mac's office. Just hold on for two minutes and let me get some coverage." His sobbing voice choked out the words "thank you." She pressed the hold button, grabbed a junior reporter, gave him thirty seconds of explanation and instructions on the story, then grabbed her pack of cigarettes, her coffee cup and her steno pad. She rushed back into an empty editor's office and sat down at his desk before picking up on the on-hold line. "Bryan, I'm back. Now what's going on with Gary Franks? What do you know about him and how did you become involved with him?" His voice was very calm "I met him through Priscilla." Trish laughed out loud "Priscilla? That wallflower knows Gary Franks?" His crisp words indicated that she'd hit a sore point "You know nothing about her. You hate her simply because I fell in love with her." If he could've seen Trish's angry eyes, he would've known that he was right. However, her professional cool voice replied "That has nothing to do with it. I hated her before I found out that you were cheating on me with her. Afterwards, I just had a larger reason to hate her besides the fact that she's a stupid, fucking overweight, ugly nerd. She spends all day pouring through a couple of hundred books to find some dumb obscure fact and then feels good about her contribution to society. Face it, Bryan, she's a loser. Look at her closely and you'll see what I see, Bryan. She is the world's worst sloppy dresser and can't even put her lipstick on correctly. She might be able to instantly find forty-two different ways to put on mascara in her research books but the way that she looked every day that I saw her at work, shows that she doesn't know shit about making herself look presentable. I've seen whores with better color coordination and more up-to-date hairstyles. It hurt me to know that you left me for her." Bryan's voice became softer, more apologetic "Look, I'm sorry that I hurt you. You know that I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened between us. When I became involved with her, I was stuck on that long multi-part story and needed a lot of research. I spent a lot of time down there in the research department with her going through file cabinet after file cabinet. We became very good friends and she began to open up to me, revealing the real her, instead of that dumpy little woman that everyone thought she was." "Shit, you mean to tell me that the stupid bitch had a fucking personality that she kept hid from everyone. Let me run out here and get them to stop the presses. This is front page material." Trish's voice was both loud and sarcastic as she lambasted her former co-worker. "Shut up. I called you to talk to you, not to be screamed at." Screamed Bryan through the phone again. Her knuckles became white as she clinched the phone handset tightly, letting the hard plastic absorb her anger. A second later, she put a phony smile on her face so that her voice sounded more cheery "Sorry, just had to let you know that talking with anyone about her is about as enjoyable as working in Mac's office after he's had beans for lunch." His real laugher indicated that her joking had broken the tension. For a moment, both of the giggled and reminisced about the famous Mac's stinky farts. Then he said "But I'm wasting time, which is something that I don't have. Let me tell you the story as I would write it, for you to think about it, then you can write it the way that you feel is best." She shook out another cigarette and chain-lit it from her almost finished cigarette as she flipped her notebook to a clean page. With the new cigarette dangling from her lips, she suggested "I'm all ears." "Where do I start? I suppose that I owe you an answer and reason as to why I moved in with Priscilla and quit the paper. Yes, you were right. I was sleeping with her and ignoring your suggestions for a date. After my first full day working in the Research Department on that current project, I was all burnt out. As I staggered out of that dusty file depository, all dirty and eye-strained from hours of staring at faded documents, she grabbed my elbow and led me to the nearest bar. And you know my weakness for alcohol and its side-effect on me. Give me three beers and I become so horny that even Hillary Clinton looks good to me. If it will make you feel any better, it took five beers before I became horny from being around her. I tried to ignore it but the little head began making suggestions to me - lewd suggestions about seeing if I could convince her to let me tit-fuck her. But before I had a chance to remember my Catholic upbringing, I was marching out of that bar with a six-pack under my arm and my hand tucked down the back of her panties, feeling her chubby little warm ass. I admit it was my suggestion that we go somewhere and fuck but she surprised me when she accepted." "DO I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS CRAP?" "Sorry, but I think so. It's important that you understand the relationship that we had at first, then you'll see why I'm surprised at the way that she changed when she met Franks." She sipped her coffee, before responding "Ok, so tell me how you fucked her, but first I have a professional question. Did she have as much hair on her boobs as she had on her upper lips?" The ten seconds pause startled Trish. She glanced at the lit-up button to make sure that he was still on the phone, then he said, "I'll pretend that I didn't hear that. And she wasn't into tit-fucking or other `weird' sexual act, as she called them. But for the record, she had a decent body - not nice, but decent. Not great but it was functional and able to service most of my needs. As for the other facts, she's twenty-seven years old, and she's been heavy all her life. But at five-foot six, her thirty pounds overweight looked like more. As for her upper lip, she had a few wild hairs that she kept under control with tweezers. And no, there was no thick pad of curly chest hair on her boobs. But I didn't fall in love with her because of her body; I fell in love with her because of her mind. After she got over her initial shyness with me, I discovered that she had the most brilliant mind that I'd met. She could reel off facts all night long and discuss anything from Plato's philosophy to naming all of Elvis's number one hits, to naming all of the Little Rascals - Spanky, Buckwheat, Alfalfa, Carla etc. I screwed her that first night and wished that I had more beer as I started sobering up, recognizing whom was sharing my bed. But later laying there in the dark, with her naked body lying next to my equally naked body, talking about life and dreams, I recognized that there was more to her than just the bookworm that we joked about. She had a truly wonderful personality. I made love to her again, but this time it was because I wanted her, not because I was drunk." "Out with it, Bryan. End the suspense. How many times did you pump her?" "Only twice that first night. Then I went home and mulled about allowing myself to become romantically involved with her. I had to go back to the Research Room the next morning and work beside her all day and I kept asking myself how I allowed myself to lower my personal standards to sleep with anyone that looked the way that looked everyday. I kept questioning my judgement as I looked at how she looked that day. As soon as my work shift was over, I slipped out the back door, although she'd been hinting that she'd like a beer after work. I rushed home, not trusting myself, and promised myself that I wouldn't have any more personal involvement with her. But I came back to her bed that next evening which started our affair. Two weeks later, you found out about us and raised hell." "What did you expect? I thought that we had something special and you rubbed shit in my face." "Come on, Trish. We were only friends." "Yeah, if I'd got pregnant from being `only friends' with you, would you upgrade our relationship as being something special?" "Trish, we both told each other that our careers came first and neither of us wanted a relationship. It was a mutual decision to keep our relationship to an occasional fuck basis." "Yeah, well I lied." The snappy quick comeback from Trish revealed that the discussion was getting a little too personal for her. "I'm sorry. I know that won't change things. Let me sum up my relationship with Priscilla quickly and I'll try not to hurt you. I fell in love with a dumpy, frumpy unkempt woman because it was her brilliant mind and charming wit that captivated me. When you turned against me, she was there to comfort me and to help me with my work-related problems. When I got the job offer to write the book on the Royal family, she supported my decision to quit the paper and work on the book full time. She moved in with me and not only helped me with the research, but opened up new insights for me to think about into the personalities of the Royal family. I got enough up-front advance from my publisher to hire her to work full-time as my researcher, so we both worked out of our shared apartment. And then Gary Franks came to town with his sexy harem of beautiful women." "He does have a harem of beautiful perfect women. Most men either hate him or want to be him because of that mob of perfect woman-flesh that accompanies him everywhere. As a woman, I can't personally see why all those women find him so irresistible." "Priscilla and I were in a restaurant. I'd promised her a decent meal when we reached a certain milestone and was paying off my debt. He walked in, surrounded by twelve of the most beautiful and sexy women that I'd ever seen in my life. I've attended several beauty pageants during my reporting days and seen lots of attractive women before, but this was different. Every woman in his party could be rated as a perfect ten. It's something when one perfect woman walks into a room, but when twelve of them walk in - it was absolute paradise. I'll admit that I had a ragging hard-on by the third woman and was seriously considering pounding my pud when the last one walked by." Trish laughed a hearty laugh "Yeah, that's the way that I hear it too. Mac called them the `Prime Pussy Parade' one day when we were thinking about doing a Style section article on him and his women. I've heard that other men have been affected that same way and that's part of the mystery of Gary Franks - what's he got that can attract and hold such beautiful women?" "After they walked by us and sat down at a nearby large table, I felt like grabbing Priscilla and throwing her up on the table and relieving myself right there on the spot. I was very aroused but knew it wasn't the time or place. But I resisted the desire and watched the table of women as they sat down. Then one of the women caught my eyes. I saw her staring at me as if she recognized me. I stared back and she gave me a faint smile as if to say `who the fuck do you think you are' but she kept looking my way. After they placed their order, she leaned over and whispered something to Franks, then I saw him look at my table. I pretended that I was more interested in my salad but when she strolled over to my table, I had to hold back the drool. At a distance, she was perfection. Up close, she was a perfect goddess. She had long dark hair, thick eyelashes, vibrant green eyes, pouty kissable lips and a dress two sizes too small for her luscious Playboy centerfold body. Did I mention that she had nice breasts? She stood beside our table and asked `Hi, I'm Marcie Greene. Do you remember me?' It's an understatement to say that you can never forget anyone as attractive as her, but my mind was whirling with thousands of brilliant witticisms as my lips replied `No.' She laughed a sexy bimbo-type laugh and said `Sorry, I was talking to your friend.' I turned my head to see who she was talking about - after all; there was just Priscilla and me. Then I heard Priscilla say `I used to know a Marcie Green. She was a Financial Major at Harvard when I was doing some research there.' I don't know who was more surprised - Priscilla or me - when the woman giggled `that's little ol' me.' This woman looked like the stereotyped teenage boy's fantasy woman and Priscilla remembered her as being nothing more than an ugly- ducking Financial Wizard from Harvard. You can see why I was stunned." "I've heard that rumor before. That most of the women are women who've got the brains and education to do anything that they want, but instead choose to be Frank's bimbo- like girlfriends." "It's true. They all act like bimbos but when you ask one of them a highly technical question, they can reel off an answer that'll stun you coming from their lips. They remember every thing but act dumb. But back to my story - Marcie giggled and grabbed Priscilla like they were long lost sisters. I was wishing that it was me that she was rubbing those magnificent hooters against my chest while Priscilla was looking at me slightly confused over Marcie's shoulder as if she was saying `who the fuck is this'. Then Marcie turned to me and hugged me as she declared `any friend of my good friend Priscilla, is a friend of mine'. Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven with all that fantastic female body rubbing against me. Then Marcie sat down at our table and began catching up on old times with Priscilla. I thought that she would talk about stock market fluctuations or something appropriately nerdy, but she was laughing and giggling about how the two of them had wasted so much time with their noses buried in books. It was Marcie's vivacious personality that directed the very short discussion about what both women had been doing since those college days. Marcie quickly let us both know that her days of being a `brain' were over and she was out to enjoy life and to live every moment to the fullest. I was shocked but not as much as Priscilla. Then he came over to our table." Chapter 2 - Gary's harem "You're shitting me! Gary Franks actually came over to talk to you?" Trish scribbled another shorthand notation on her pad to help her remember the story. "He did better than that. He was accompanied by the most beautiful blonde that I'd ever seen in my life. As they joined us at our table, he introduced me to the most beautiful example of Scandinavian womanhood in the world. Tashia sat down beside me and I couldn't listen to Gary's words for staring at her beautifully exposed cleavage. I admit I was in instant lust for this new beautiful woman. I would've done anything that she requested of me at that moment, even cut my dick off if she'd asked me. Her dazzling white teeth, her beaming smile, her flawless complexion, her gleaming blue eyes, her full lips, her beautiful mane of thick blonde hair, and her luscious perfectly-curved body was too much woman for this man. Her seductive perfume's delightful fragrance filled my nostrils with dreams of desire as I stared into her delightful eyes. She was too much woman for one man to handle. And she was sitting immediately beside me, making me feel as if I was the most virile man in the world. She laughed at my silly jokes as if I was brilliant, she smiled at my obvious stares as if there was hope of a romance for me; and most importantly, she fueled my sexual ego. I was the Champion Stud of the World at that moment with Tashia and Marcie at my table." "How did Priscilla stack up against the competition?" "I regret to admit it but she blended into the background after a couple of seconds, except for an occasional attempt to keep us aware of her presence. The two women were listening to Gary as he told a dirty joke. I'd heard it before but those two women's giggling and laughing caused me to laugh so hard that I almost fell out of my chair. Then Gary did something unexpected - he asked Priscilla and me to join him at this table. Well, it only took one little finger of Tashia's hand wrapped around my little finger, to lead me back to his table. Tashia sat me down beside her and Monique while Marcie guided Priscilla to her side of the table. For an hour, I was regaled and wined by the most beautiful dozen women in the world." "I could see you leaving me for someone as beautiful as one of Frank's women, but I'm still amazed at you falling in love with Priscilla." "Quit being so catty and listen to my story. As soon as we left our new good friends, Priscilla said `There's something wrong. Marcie was ugly, overweight and a declared horseman.' I'd never heard of horseman used in that context and asked her to explain. She said that the college-day Marcie was an avowed feminist who was also a masculine lesbian - thus the British expression of horseman. That previous college-days version of Marcie kept suggesting to Priscilla that they take the Wall Street Journal, a jug of wine and go on a picnic. Apparently Marcie wanted Priscilla as a lover but that type of sex didn't appeal to Priscilla - she was very opinioned about sex and women didn't turn her on. Any way, Priscilla said that there were more than just the physical changes that we had seen in this new Marcie, that her complete attitude had changed. This new Marcie appeared to be a quite dedicated sexy vixen who lived only to serve her man - Gary Franks. Priscilla told me that she checked out Marcie's new appearance quite well while I was busy with Tashia and saw some slight physical resemblance to the college-day Marcie. But as she adamantly declared later `that the bitch has had a hell of a lot of modification to her body'." The slight slurp sound of Trish sipping on her coffee broke Bryan's train of thought. As he paused to regroup, Trish asked "There are usually obvious signs of surgery and I'll admit that it's easier to find someone who's been surgically improved than to find someone that's completely real and natural. But from what I've heard about these women, they all look so natural and perfect, that there's rumors that methods other than surgery have been used." "That's what Priscilla thought also. That night as we laid curled up naked in bed, she talked about Marcie, then about our project, then about Tashia, then about us, then about Diana - a stunning redhead who sat next to me at the table, then about my old job. I didn't realize it but she was evaluating me. Everytime that she mentioned one of the women, I got an erection, but quickly lost it when she changed the subject to my life with her. I discovered too late how she was testing me and when she angrily jumped up out of bed, it was too late. As she ran into the bathroom and locked the door to keep me out, she screamed that my physical reaction to those women hurt her. I tried to talk to her but she sat on the other side of the door crying and sobbing about how she thought that we had something special then I threw it all away because a beautiful woman smiled at me. I told her that I hadn't done anything but talk to her friends and that she was there watching me behave myself. She answered by sobbing something about how my hands behaved but my `eyes didn't behave'. She said that the way that I stared at those women all evening made her feel like an ugly fool. I tried to talk some sense into her but wound up spending the night on the couch." "Do you have an erection while you're talking to me?" asked Trish in a teasing, sultry voice. There was no change to Bryan's voice as he ignored her question "That was the beginning of the end for us. The next day, she went out and when she came back, she told me that she'd taken a part time job working for Gary. That upset me because I needed her but she told me that she was way ahead of me on doing research and that we could use the money. I knew that she was right about the money, so I agreed to her job. As if I had any say in the matter. That evening, she did something unusual. You joke about her - shall I say - personal-grooming habits, but there were several things that she detested. And one of them was shaving her legs. Normally she would shave her legs every Friday night. By Wednesday, her legs were like a piece of sandpaper with her heavy leg growth. Well, it was Tuesday and she shaved her legs. She came out of that bathtub, smelling all good and clean - so good that I took advantage of her shaved legs. Then the next day, she again went to Gary's place to work. When she came home, she was wearing lipstick, which was something unusual for her. She told me one time that smearing waxy colored substances on one's face was a throwback to the pagan rituals that we hadn't outgrown as a society. As soon as she came in the door, she attacked me with her kisses and led me back to our bedroom. After we made love, she slipped into the bathroom to clean up and shaved her legs again - which was twice in one week. She came out of that bathroom all shaved and her lips gleaming so pretty that we messed up the bedsheets again." "Sounds like the typical `so that's what it takes to turn on my man' scenario. She saw you fawning over the attractive women and saw how Marcie had been able to overcome her previous ugly appearance. Sounds like she decided to see if she could improve upon herself." "Yeah, and that's what she did. Everyday, it was some little thing that was different about her. By the end of the first week, she had long red fingernails. They were fake but certainly an improvement over her lifelong gnawed-to-the- quick fingernails. And she was wearing makeup from the time that she got up, to when we went to bed. She would walk out the door in the morning and come back, looking like she'd spent the day in the beauty parlor. Everyday, there was some improvement to her when she came home. And she always came home horny. By the end of the second week, she had long red fingernails, a new curly hairstyle, some new clothes in her wardrobe and had lost ten pounds. She said that she needed the clothes because of the weight loss, but these were clothes that she wouldn't have wore before - clothes very similar to the clothes that Marcie and those other girls wore. But the most amazing change in her was her vocabulary and choice of reading material. Her technical magazines were thrown in the trash and she was reading Cosmopolitan and all those women's magazines. At night, instead of lying in my arms and talking about deep subjects such as `why mankind must adapt to social change', she'd talk about how great it was to have sex with me. She stroked my sexual ego instead of stirring me intellectually. I accused her of becoming a bimbo once and my wild statement actually pleased her. I've never seen anyone change the way that she did." "Sounds like you reacted to her changes and you probably fueled further changes." "Yeah, that's what I thought too. But she was losing weight, firming up her body, improving her complexion, and beginning to look mighty damn attractive. By the end of the month, she didn't look like the same woman. Oh, don't get me wrong - she wasn't as beautiful as one of Frank's women, but she was a hell of a lot more attractive than when I first met her. By that time, I had just about used up all the research that she had previously collected and suggested that she return back to her work. She declined, suggesting that we use a research service. I blew my top and raised hell. That's when she did the most unbelievable thing. She gave me her first blowjob." A loud cackle echoed off the newspaper's walls, as Trish laughed so hard that she almost dropped the phone. When she recovered to where she could talk again, she asked "All this time of living with her and she wouldn't blow you until then. I used to do that just to get you aroused." "I know. And it was a sensitive subject between us. She felt that taking a man's penis into her mouth demeaned her and was another throwback to those old pagan ritual days - or she used to feel that way. Anyhow when she was the old Priscilla, she was very old fashioned in her lovemaking - very exuberant and long-lasting, but old fashioned as to what she would do and the positions. But this new Priscilla was like a just-awakened nypho who had to catch up. She was so great and satisfying that I couldn't complain. After all, I wasn't about to turn down good pussy, which just kept getting better. I was getting so much pussy that I thought that my life was just about perfect. And I quickly learned to shut up inquiring about social change in America and learned to enjoy a woman who would suck me dry where ever and whenever I wanted it. We were like two adolescence teenagers whose parents went away for the weekend. We did it all as often as we could. I didn't care that she wasn't doing any research anymore or that her vocabulary had dropped down to using words with only two or three syllables. I did care about the medicine that I discovered her taking one day. She had some pills that she admitted that she now took every day and various creams that she rubbed on her body. I'll admit that she looked better and that her breasts filled out firmer, but I didn't like her taking any unknown chemicals." "Did you get the names of the pills or creams?" "No, they were all private labeled. The next day, when she went to Gary's place, I searched the apartment and found all of her pills and creams. I hid them and she didn't say a word when she discovered that they were missing. I asked her not to take any more unknown chemicals and she purred something about "but those pills help me find the inner me". I tried to make her mad so that she would tell me the truth but she wouldn't get mad. I knew that she continued taking those pills when she was at Gary's place. And that's about the time that she did something else that really amazed me. All along, I'd occasionally seen Marcie when she brought Priscilla home but one evening I was stunned when I heard Priscilla's key in the door and it was Marcie by herself that walked through the door. Marcie had Priscilla's key and a small overnight bag. She told me that Priscilla wouldn't be home that night and Marcie was there to make sure that I wouldn't be lonesome. I was pissed at the way that Priscilla felt that she could manipulate me. So mad, that I fucked Marcie the first time in the living room. Yeah, I knew that I was being manipulated but I didn't care. Marcie did turn me on and she wasn't the sort of woman that you would kick out of your bed. By the next morning, I was so worn out from our vigorous all-night lovemaking session that I didn't care if Priscilla never returned home. That woman could show a football team a thing or two about endurance. Marcie stayed with me all day - I didn't get a bit of work done. She changed clothes two or three times but it was to model her lingerie for me. Whenever I asked what was happening with Priscilla, she'd shove one of her fantastic boobs into my mouth and convince me to forget about her. Two very wonderful nights and two days of making love to Marcie and I was beginning to wonder what was going on. Then Tashia showed up and replaced Marcie in my bed. I was in heaven. I've never tasted pussy as sweet or sucked on breasts as nice as her." "Well, excuse me. I think I'll go somewhere and just let my sour pussy and sagging pancake breasts die." "Trish, you know what I mean. When we were lovers, I enjoyed being with you but there was just something about these two women, that was better than normal. Sort of a move up from Dairy Queen to Haagen-Dazs ice cream type comparison. Anyhow, Tashia stayed with me for three long days. Then Priscilla came home - or rather the new Priscilla. I suspected that she was having surgery - that's why the other women were there to distract me and when she walked through the door, I knew it. But I'd never seen any surgery before where you heal in only five days. Her face had tightened and firmed up as well as developed cheekbones. Her nose was now slender and her lips were fuller. Her new face with her beautiful wide-eyes made her look like an innocent angel - that is until you let your eyes drift from her face to her body. As for her body - it was quite obvious that her breasts were a full cup size larger. She'd gone from a sagging C cup to a pert and very plump D cup in just five days and there were no surgical scars. She swore up and down that they were the same size as when she left, but I know the difference between grapefruits and oranges. She had grapefruits now. Nice grapefruits with thick nubbins for nipples. And there were other changes too. She'd lost a lot of the dark hair on her arms and legs so that her limbs were now covered with a smooth downy layer of fine hair. Her complexion had cleared up, her hair was thicker and richer as well as colored a dark brown with light blonde highlights. Her droopy ass had firmed up and she had an overall Playboy type body - not a centerfold like Tashia's body but she was getting close. She went from being a frumpy dumpy overweight housewife to a sex goddess in less than six weeks." "Wheee, that sounds like something that I need for myself. I need to get rid of these flat pancake tits. Would you like me better if I had some really big hooters? Do you like cantaloupes better than grapefruits? How about watermelons?" asked Trish, dropping her voice to a sultry sound as she ended her question. "No one needs what they did to her. I'll admit that she was beautiful and had a fantastic body but they did it at the price of her mind. She wasn't Priscilla anymore. Just as she told me about how Marcie had changed mentally, she changed also. She didn't care a damn thing about my book or her former job. She was just there to be my playtoy - to share my bed and satisfy my sexual needs. I'd give her a book and ask her a question. If she knew the answer, she'd tell me but she wouldn't spent more than a couple of seconds looking through the book before she would try to distract me. I thought that six times of having sex in one day would be my all-time personal best, but that first day that she came back home, I got my rocks off an record nine times. She was like a possessed demon who knew just the right whistles and bells to turn me on and keep me turned on. But there comes a time when you have to drag your ass out of bed and go back to work. I was way behind my schedule because of all the fucking so it was something that had to be done. But no, she didn't care about my book. And it was hard to be mad at her because of the way that she smiled and serviced me. Two weeks after she came back home, I only had three pages done - that's supposed to be one afternoon's writing. Then Gary and his entourage came to see me." "Uh-oh, sounds like bad news." "Yeah, it was. He came to claim his newest member. I was trying to work on my book and she was in the bathroom. When the doorbell rang, it surprised me to find him and his dozen women in the hallway. I invited him in, not really knowing, but suddenly understanding why he was there. When she walked out of the bedroom, wearing her new skin-tight, dark evening dress and high heels, I knew that she hadn't dressed like that for me. He had made himself at home in my easy chair and she sat down on the chair's arm, her exposed firm upper breasts only inches from his eyes, as sat there beside him looking at me like a sultry cat who was purring for her master - only I wasn't the master. Gary told me that since she'd shaped herself up so much, he'd invited her to join his little troupe of entertainers and that she'd accepted. He told me that I was lucky to have such a fine woman and that he would share some of his other women for awhile with me - when she was with him. I lost my temper and told him to get the hell out of my place." There was a pause then Brian continued "I jumped up from the couch and as I angrily approached him, Priscilla stepped between us, pleading with me to calm down. Her soft arms and warm breasts pushed me back to the couch and her nimble fingers unzipped my trousers. Right there in front of him and all those other women, she showed him how she could control me. And as long as she had my dick in her mouth, I was doing anything she wanted. She guided me back down onto the couch and kept her head buried in my lap as he talked to me. Denise, a stunning African-American had taken Priscilla's place on the chair's armrest. I vaguely listened to Gary as he said that he collected beautiful women and that Priscilla had volunteered to join him. That she was his new concubine and that she would be spending less and less time with me. However, because he liked me, he was willing to share some of his older girls with me until I found someone new for myself. I think that's what he said. I was having a difficult time concentrating because of Priscilla's warm mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock and also because Denise unbuttoned her blouse revealing her magnificent boobs. As soon as I was about ready to explode my load into Priscilla's mouth, she pulled back and Denise stepped forward to take her place. That woman had a deep mouth and could suck an apple through a straw. She sucked me completely dry before swallowing a drop. I didn't see Priscilla or the rest of them leave because Denise and Nelda were keeping me busy. It was the next morning before I even had a moment to think about what had happened, then Nelda attacked me again." "Sounds like a fair trade. Two cunts for one. What did Nelda look like?" "She was like the Irish wholesome-looking sweetheart. Flaming red hair with an Irish temper to match and freckles all over her body. I'd never realized before that freckles could be pretty on the right person. She was five foot two inches of pure dynamite and Denise was six foot, three inches of pure legs. She could wrap her long legs around my neck and make me wish that she would squeeze me to death. It was about that time that I realized that although all of the women were stunning, there were slight differences that made each of the unique. Denise was long legged and her dark skin brought out the savage beast in me. Nelda was the freckle-faced girl-next-door type of ing?nue who could lie in bed beside me and whisper me into daydreams of trapped on a remote island with her. Tashia was pure sex and body with large breasts. The other women had large c-cup sized breasts but Tashia had a full d-cup. As for Marcie, she was like an executive secretary - a professional by day but a hell of a woman at home." "Was that the last time that you saw Priscilla?" "No, Gary rotated some of his other women over to keep me company and one night about two weeks later, I thought that I was doing a menages with Lucy and Caroline. I was blindfolded and eating dear sweet Lucy out while Caroline rode me. Only when I took the blindfold off, it was Priscilla that I'd been eating. She and Martha had sneaked into my apartment and swapped out one at a time with my current paramours. It'd only been two weeks since I'd seen her last but there was more obvious changes to her appearance. Her face had become beautiful, somehow becoming almost as glamorous as Tashia. The main difference between Tashia and the new Priscilla was that Tashia was more outdoors looking and Priscilla was more innocent looking with her wide eyes. Both women had similarly shaped bodies. Her chin was firmer, her complexion looked healthier, there was more of a natural rosy glow to her cheeks, her size D cup breasts had grown even further so they were now DD cup and her body looked as tight and fit as if she'd lifted weights all her life. Her legs were firm and shapely and didn't need the daily shaving. Oh yeah, she was now a blonde with shoulder length hair that had grown about six inches in the two weeks. Even her pussy hair was a golden honey color and was very fine instead of her previous course dark pubic hair. I barely recognized her even as intimately as I knew her former body." "That's not possible. You can bleach it but you can't change the texture of public hair. I know because I tried to convince someone that I was a natural blonde when I was in college. I wish that we had known each other back then. I thought I was a cute perky little blonde." He ignored her comment and continued "Somehow she did it, just as she changed everything else about her body. And as I told you before, she was now a giggling, silly bimbo who didn't care to read the paper or know what was going on in the world. The woman who used to quote Socrates now acted like she couldn't even spell his name. She only thought about or talked about subjects that were glamorous or sexual or grooming. She wouldn't come out of that bathroom until every hair was in its place and she looked completely perfect. Anyhow when I discovered who it was in bed with me that night, I fucked her and then fell into an exhausted sleep. When I woke up, she was gone - as were all of the other women who had been sharing my apartment. There was a note from her, saying that by now I should be over her and to please forget her. And that none of the other women would be coming by to see me either." Chapter 3 - Prissy "Hey, that sounds like a logical thing to do - forget her, that is. I ain't no honey gold blonde between my legs, my flat tits sag and my hair is a dirty brown but some people have sworn that my pussy tastes like honey. I can be over there in two hours. I'll be glad to do what I can to help you forget her." "No, you don't understand. This was two months ago when she left me the note and disappeared. Like a fool, I didn't take her advice and went after her. I went to his apartment and was warned by Denise that she would have to hurt me if I didn't leave. I came back in, through a back door and Denise used her long legs to kick my ass back out the door. Two days later I tried it again and Carla sent me to the Emergency Room after she kneed me. She also had the police arrest me for trespassing. A week later, I followed them out to his lake home and slipped in over the fence. Five minutes later, I was hit in the head with something. I woke up buck naked and tied to a wall, stretched like one of those ancient castle prisoners. Gary told me that I was a fool, that I should forget her and that I must stay away from him and his girls. Then he told Carla to punish me - `give him twenty lashes'. I expected a bullwhip or something, but she rubbed some unknown cream to my chest and cock, then attached nipple clips to my nipples and some sort of cock ring around my flaccid cock. Then she turned on the electricity. The first electrical shock jarred me and I yelped with the pain. The second shock was almost as bad but I noticed that I now had a very stiff erection. By the tenth shock, my cum was covering my chest where I exploded with delight. When she untied me, I wanted her to suck on my nipples or my cock. It didn't matter as long as I had some relief. They forced me into my clothes and drove me back into town where they dumped me down in the red light district. Within ten minutes, I had found a prostitute and had her sucking my cock. After she gave me a blowjob, I still felt so aroused that I couldn't quit. But it wasn't my cock that was bothering me. It was my nipples. When she began sucking my nipples, I jerked with ecstasy. My previously normal nipples were now the most sensitive part of my body - even more than my cockhead. I finally got home but masturbated myself as I played with my nipples. I discovered that I couldn't wear a shirt because the shirt rubbed against my sensitive nipples and I had to go back down to the red light district to get some more physical relief. When I returned home, there was a message from Carla warning me that they would punish me even worse if I tried to see Priscilla again or came near them. That what they did to me would wear off in a couple of weeks and that I should consider her message my last warning." A loud groan escaped Trish's lips "Oh, shit! Why do I feel that you've let your stubbornness get the best of you." A long sigh escaped Bryan's lips "Like a fool, I went back and was caught again. The second time was more punishing than the first. Donna - she's the Texas cowgirl - punished me. Again they greased me up with those damn unknown creams, put the nipple clips and cock ring on, but this time, she also inserted a big dildo up my ass." "Oh, shit. And I'll bet you did." Trish laughed, the image of that being quite vivid in her imagination. "It wasn't so bad. I had an erection before they even punished me. Donna had trouble getting the cock ring on me because I was swelled so big that it almost didn't fit. They let me stand there buck naked with the dildo up my ass and those clamps attached to my various body parts. Then Priscilla strode into the room and I almost cummed from just seeing her. She was wearing a skin-tight black shinny leotard that would've made Batwoman jealous. Her large boobs were straining that tight-fitting garment so that I thought it was going to burst. She stood inches from me, letting me stare at her new body, while she was watching my obvious erection throb between my legs. Then she said something funny to me. I remember her exact words `Bryan, it's over between us. Gary's shown you how he can punish you. I'm here to give you one last chance. Tell me that you'll walk away and leave us alone and I'll turn you loose. But if you ever bother us again, Gary will do whatever is necessary to stop you. The last time that you were here, they put sensitivity cream on your nipples and cock making them more sensitive. Then they put you in a place where it was easy to find someone to relieve you. You found yourself going back for more, didn't you.' I admitted to her that I did enjoy it. Then she continued `that's the same cream that they gave me and you saw what it did to me. The combination of creams rubbed into my body molded my body into the perfect woman's body after several weeks of daily use. I quickly discovered that the pills heightened the dreamy warm feeling and made me feel womanlier. At first, I only wanted to improve myself physically for you so that I could compete with those other women - my new friends - that you so obviously admired. Then you no longer mattered as I discovered that Gary could take me much further than you could. I allowed him to turn me into one of his shapely bimbos because it was what I discovered that I wanted. The effects of the cream will wear off in two weeks and you return to normal - unless you take it every day and then have a couple of the concentrated three day soaks that really filled out my body. The dose of cream on your body is much heavier than what they did to me and when they add the electricity, it becomes fifty times more powerful. If I tell them that you won't bother us anymore, we'll wash the extra-heavy dose of cream off of you and turn you loose. If you don't agree, then Donna's going to hit you with the voltage, which will burn the cream into your skin. You may like it while you're under its effect, but you won't like it once it wears off. What's your answer?' And then she stared at me with her wide doe-like eyes, waiting for my answer." Trish was sitting up in the chair; her steno pad lay in her lap where she'd become so enthralled that she'd forgotten to take notes. She gushed out "Yeah, yeah, yeah, what did you answer?" "I told her that I could never leave her. As she turned and walked away from me, Donna hit me with the first charge of electricity while my eyes were locked onto Priscilla's perfect ass. I didn't scream this time, but it was almost instant gratification for me. By the third charge of electricity, I realized that my body was involuntary humping, trying to get some reaction from the dildo. By the time that they finished my twentieth shock, I was an uncontrollable nymphomaniac slut. I tried to fight with them when they were disconnecting me from the equipment; because I enjoyed the full feeling of the dildo rammed up my ass. They loaded me still naked into a van and drove me to an apartment where they gave me to Tyrone and Danny. Within ten minutes of being paraded buck-naked into their apartment, Tyrone was butt fucking me as I sucked Danny's cock. I'd never thought about sex with a man before and here I was ramming two different cocks into my body openings. They put a dog collar on me and began calling me Prissy - yeah, it was Priscilla's suggestion that they call me that so I would constantly think about how much she had changed and how their drugs could do it to me also. They gave me to their friends and I serviced their friends because I couldn't get enough sex. I was happy only when there was something big and hot ramming up and down my ass. I sucked them off, but I really preferred to be fucked. And there were other changes also. My nipples were so damn sensitive and the surrounding chest flesh was much softer and beginning to fill out like a very young teenage girl. I enjoyed letting one of the men suck on my little boobies. Danny was a tit man while Tyrone was an ass man. So both of them could satisfy me. For two whole weeks, I lived there, not once putting on any clothes, just being their little slut to take care of them. Then the creams began wearing off and I begin realizing what had occurred to me and what I had been doing with those men and my body. I still actively participated in sex with them but now I could see what I was doing. After a week of decreasing drug-induced euphoria, I sneaked out one morning, dressed in some of Danny's clothes. I rushed home, packed my clothes and moved out because I didn't want them to come looking for me. After all, they knew where I lived. I found a cheap rooming house and stayed in it, ignoring the desire to go out and pick up a man. When I found the desire to play with my body too strong, I would take a long cold shower until I felt more normal. Gradually I began to shake that slutty feeling and began to think for myself. I realized that after what had happened, that I would never be the old me again and that I would have to deal with the memories of being a kept slut in a man's bedroom. So for the last month, I've been sitting in that room, thinking and trying to decide what to do with my life. I knew that life as I knew it, was over for me and I had to build a new life far away from here. Before I left, I also decided that I had to tell someone about Gary Franks, then I had to hide because I knew that he would come after me. That's why I called you." Trish looked at her notepad. There were blanks in some of the story areas but she had enough so that she could re- build the story. Her mind was already whirling with thoughts about her expose of Gary Franks. She quickly suggested "Look, Bryan I need to sit down and talk some more with you about this. I'll need photographs of all the women and more details about who they used to be, so I can gather other evidence. We'll expose him for the mad sadist that he is." "No, I can't do that. If I go back or get involved, they'll cream me up again and brainwash me into being one of his oversexed bimbos. I can't allow them to brainwash me and turn me into a mindless bimbo slut who can only think about servicing men. I didn't come down there because I knew that you wouldn't let me leave your office- that's why I called you from this phone booth. I've got my bags packed and I'm leaving town. I'm going to move away and hide where no one can ever find me." "Bryan, please listen to me. I need you. This is the biggest story that this newspaper has seen since the last presidential scandal. It's page one material and I need your help." She pleaded. "No, I've given you enough facts so that you can dig up whatever you need for supporting evidence for the story. I'm out of it and I'm leaving to start my new life. Don't try to find me. Good-by Trish." The click of the phone and the subsequent humming of a disconnected call echoed through the silent newspaper office. Trish hung up the phone, lit another cigarette and leaned back in the overstuffed chair as she began sorting the fantastic story in her mind. Across town in a phone booth, Bryan was going through his billfold. He removed the driver's license with its identifying photograph and dropped it on the floor. His life as Bryan Patterson was over and he would have to get a new driver's license to go with his new identity. He removed the credit cards and spent a few minutes breaking them into small pieces and dropping the pieces on the floor. He removed a small picture of him and Priscilla from their early days, knowing that he would keep that remembrance. After he was finished going through the billfold, all he kept was the cash and the one photograph, dropping his old billfold on the floor with the rest of the trash. He stared at his reflected image in the dirty windows of the phone booth, knowing that once he stepped out of the dim light of that phone booth's interior, that he would be committed to walking away from his life as Bryan Patterson - writer and former reporter - and that he would have to begin a new life that would keep him away from the people that knew him as Bryan. Or they would find him someday. He didn't know how, but he knew that Gary's money and resources could do anything. And they would be pissed about his revealing their secret. Staring through the dirty phone booth windows, he could see the nearby truckstop. He would find a trucker that was interested in company as they drove across the country. Then he would get out and hitchhike some more until he found some place that he could call home. And someone that could help him forget his old life and help him to live his new life. Bryan pushed open the phone booth doors and stepped out into the fresh night air. Standing in the phone booth with the door closed, the air inside the booth had become stale. He picked up the small overnight bag that contained his few new clothes and possessions. He began walking slowly toward the truckstop. He approached a truck where the engine was running and the driver was checking the wheels. Standing beside the truck, he softly asked the driver "Got room for a hitchhiker?" The driver turned and stared at Bryan for a second, then nodded his head "Yeah. Go climb into the cab. I'm going to pull out in two minutes." Bryan opened the cab door and threw his small bag onto the floor. Behind him the driver asked "My name's Joe and I'm supposed to be in Chicago in the morning. What's your name?" Bryan nodded back the greeting and smiled at the driver before replying in a softly modulated melodic voice "My friends call me Prissy." The driver watched as `Prissy' pulled her skirt up, then stepped gingerly up on the step, being careful to balance herself on her high heels and not snag her nylons as she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck's cab. Prissy left the door open as she adjusted her skirt, then sat down, demurely crossing her shapely nylon clad long legs, revealing just a flash of thigh through the slit in her skirt. The driver watched as his female passenger shut the door, then adjusted the mirror so that she see her own reflection. Using a ring covered manicured hand, the driver's guest fluffed her thick mane of red long hair pushing the curly hair into place, then checked her lips to see if she needed to refresh her bright red lipstick. The driver rushed through his inspection and climbed up into the cab. Although the young woman was smiling at him, the driver glanced at her breasts that were perkily shaping up the front of her lacy blouse. She was a tall woman, even taller with the heels but her height and broad-shouldered appearance reminded him of a very loving big-boned farm-girl from Kansas. She'd also had large hands, wide shoulders, a thick waist and muscular legs - but she'd been one of the best fucks that Joe had ever experienced. Staring at his new passenger, he knew that her large size could be intimidating to some men but there was enough fullness to her breasts and silent invitation in her voluptuous lips to convince Joe that this cute woman would make the trip an very enjoyable trip for him. He watched as the woman adjusted her small travel bag beneath her feet. He threw a thumb up, pointing at the opening at the back of the cab "This is a sleeper cab. Put your bag back there and make yourself comfortable." She flashed a broad smile at him as she unclipped her earrings and dropped them into her purse. Pausing to remember to talk in her soft voice, she asked, "Do you mind if I crawl back there and change into something a little more comfortable?" The man tried to hide his grin but he couldn't "Go ahead. I'll get us started down the road." As he pulled out, she pulled the curtains back, revealing the cramped but adequate sleeping birth. She put her purse and travel back there, then stood up so that she could crawl onto the mattress. The truck was moving and she lost her balance for a second, partially spinning around on her high heels so that her ass was only inches from the driver's face. Grabbing something and holding on, she laughed as she declared "Don't consider me a slut just because I shove my ass in your face within two minutes of meeting you. You don't know what it's like to wear high heels and to try to balance in them." The driver laughed as she crawled through the narrow opening and pulled the curtains shut. In the some-what cramped privacy of the small sleeping birth, she unbuttoned her blouse, removing it as she considered her next options. She folded her blouse and examined her naked female breasts. A month of taking the creams and pills that Bryan had confiscated from Priscilla that time, had further modified Bryan's body. The dildo-prod treatment had started and greatly modified his former all-male body, softening it and building little bud-like breasts as well as adding a little padding to his hips. A month of taking the pills and cream had soften Bryan's skin further, enhancing the facial complexion as the mannish facial hair disappeared and the thinning hair grew and filled out. The cream had developed the puffy teenage breasts into more realistic looking B-cup breasts - a full b-cup that would soon need a C-cup, just as Bryan's straight waist had narrowed and the hips expanded into a fuller, rounder, more feminine looking body. Somehow, the chemicals moved body fat around to shape anyone's body into a more pleasing feminine effect. His current metamorphic stage had advanced so that he now looked slightly more female than male. The makeup, rapidly-grown long hair and clothes provided just enough extra decorations to help him easily pass as his new chosen gender. Two weeks earlier, he had looked too much like a cross-dressing football player with Gynecomastia to venture out into public dressed the way that he dressed for his `dates' within the privacy of his rented room. Yes, dates. The punishment melded out to him had changed more than his sexual libido so that normal hetrosexual relationships no longer interested him. He also now wanted to be a vixen - not a bimbo like Priscilla but a siren who could vamp and wantonly seduce her lover. He'd waited patiently in the room, waiting for the pills and cream to further modify his body. He used the time to practice his mannerisms and speech while learning all the nuisances of mixing and matching female attire correctly and styling his new long curly hair. For the last week, he'd been practicing at local malls, gaining confidence in his ability to pass as a woman and watching his body reshape itself more and more every day. Once he was convinced that he could pass as a woman, he knew that it was time for him to leave town and abandon his real identity. Bryan continued to undress, removing the skirt and panty hose, knowing that Joe was watching his `female guest' undress through the mirror and a small slit in the curtain. Bryan slightly moved so that Joe wouldn't be able to see that there was still a fully functional cock between the legs of the woman that Joe knew only as `Prissy'. Some men took a little more conditioning before they would have sex with a she-male. Bryan's penis was smaller after a month of chemicals but still somewhat functional as a male organ. How long it would be functional, Bryan didn't know or care. The new Prissy didn't have any further use for such an unneeded appendage, but if Prissy's current man liked a little exotic sex, she didn't mind using it to satisfy her new lover. The month long experiment proved several things. When the new Prissy emerged like a butterfly from the androgyny modified body created by the hard exposure to Frank's chemicals, the new body was more feminine than male. And the new personality was able to live and perform as a woman. Completely naked, the very feminine-appearing new woman opened the fashionable woman's travel bag and found one of the confiscated bottles of pills, taking one of the pills. Bryan would put a little cream on Prissy's new body later when they were further down the road. There was enough cream and medicine to last the transitioning new female a little over a year. By then Prissy should be a fully functional woman with size 54 DDD-cup breasts if Bryan's body kept reacting to the chemicals at the same rate. Bryan didn't know where Prissy's new life was headed but everyone knew that a six-foot tall sexy redhead with size 54DDD boobs could go wherever she wanted. It had been a hard decision to make, to take the pills and further transform his body into a woman's body. But that one taste of being a woman in bed with a man had been enough to convince Bryan that he could never be happy living a normal heterosexual life again. After he remembered about the confiscated chemicals, it became easier to decide upon a plan for the rest of his life. By watching the intake of the chemicals, he would be able to shape his body and avoid the `bimbo' side effects. The decision to modify his body was further enhanced because he knew that Gary Franks would be looking for a man. And if Gary guessed how Bryan was able to hide, a woman could change her total appearance so much easier that it would be possible to hide in Bryan's old building without anyone recog