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A new story by Tanya Grant - Copyright Tanya Grant 2002. The first part in a new mystery story, look out for parts 2-5, coming soon. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder ? by: Tanya Grant "Blues in Blue" "Ward, get your sorry arse in here!" the Superintendent's bellow echoed around the station. I got up from my desk and shuffled with my head down towards the Super's office. Even without looking I could tell that my fellow officers didn't care a damn what happened to me, in their eyes, I was beneath their contempt. I reached his door, knocked and entered the room. The Superintendent was sat, perched on the edge of his desk, red faced and obviously angry. In his hand he held a collection of papers. "So, the wonderkid has deemed to show his face," he shouted at me. I tried to stammer a reply, but he just shouted me down "I can't believe I was saddled with a sorry excuse for a police officer as you. Just whose idea was it to give me one of you panty- waisted accelerated entry officers? How can you even dare to call yourself a sergeant in this police force? The most detective work you've ever done is trying to finding your arse with the toilet paper!" He carried on his rant? I simply tuned him out, I'd been here before, he would go on for at least another 5 minutes, while he questioned everything about me, my parentage, my sexuality, just about everything, and he'd do it at the top of his voice so everyone in the station knew I was getting chewed out. If my life wasn't hell already, this would make it worse. I stared out of the window and reflected on the decisions that had brought me to this place, this time and this spot. How big a mistake can someone make with their life before they get a chance to put it all right? It seems my life continued to be one long mistake after another, culminating in my present state. It had all seemed so right, 17 years of age, I had persuaded my father to get me onto the accelerated police officer scheme. Both my parents were police officers, both sergeants in the same nick. Both highly respected officers. My father was keen for me to enter the force, but he disagreed with the accelerated career advancement scheme. This scheme sponsored potential officers through university and police college to have them enter the force as qualified, sergeants at the ripe old age of 23. My father was convinced that such a scheme would only inspire resentment in the ranks, as the other officers would not be given the same opportunities I would receive on the programme. I dismissed his concerns, somewhat foolishly it transpired, and ploughed ahead. I was accepted onto the scheme and enrolled at university doing a course in physiology and criminology. Three years at University, with my holidays spent at the Police academy in Hendon and then a further two years at Hendon at the end of my university course. I had succeeded in getting a joint 1st in both courses and flew through my police exams, culminating in my passing my sergeants exams at just 23 years of age. Unfortunately, neither of my parents were there to celebrate my success with me, they had died during a car chase and shoot-out. It was big news about a year ago - you'll probably remember it. They were heroes, and I was lauded as a hero for the way I responded to the tragedy. About 2 weeks after my graduation, I received two important letters through the post, the first one was my posting, I was going to the Met, unfortunately, not the London Met, but the Newcastle Met. The second letter was from the criminal injuries board, which had been considering the compensation for my parents' death. As my parents were still quite young when they died, the board had assessed their earnings and had awarded a tax-free sum of ?1m. Included in the letter was a cheque. I was dumbfounded, I didn't need to work, but I had to, I had to follow my destiny, follow my path. I banked the cheque and arranged the move to the North East. I snapped out of revere as the Super punched my shoulder? "Didn't you hear a word I said," he shouted, almost apoplectic with rage "Of course I did sir," I'd heard everything. "Now look, you are a disgrace to your uniform, a disgrace to your stripes and most of all a disgrace to your parents. I know you don't have to work, and to be quite honest it shows in your output. If you want to keep your job and vindicate yourself you had better buck your self up lad, now get out and get your life sorted. Come back Monday with a new attitude, or you're out of here." I left the office, picked my coat up of the hooks and slinked out of the office. I decided I needed to get my head straight, I really hadn't been thinking right since I moved up here. I hadn't made any friends, didn't have a girlfriend. I spent my time either at work or at home in my dismal flat. From the way I lived, dressed etc you'd never know I was worth a million quid. I spent the weekend moping about the flat. I drank a bottle of whiskey, and collapsed in my chair watching late night porn on the adult channel. Monday morning came around and I had decided to quit? if the weekend had taught me anything, it was I wasn't fit to do this job. I trudged my way through the dismal November streets of Newcastle, I was on an early shift and it would give me time to compose my resignation letter before the Super came in at 9.00am. By the time I reached the station I was soaked through to the skin, I had decided to walk the mile and half to clear my mind and prepare me for the confrontation I was going to have. But it had backfired, I now looked like a drowned rat. I struggled into the station and went to my locker to change into some dry clothes. Unfortunately, I had only two choices, my uniform or my workout gear. I decided my uniform was just a bit too formal, and slipped on my tracksuit and sweatshirt. I draped my clothes over the radiators in the locker room to dry and made my way to my desk to compose my letter. Around me the hustle and bustle of a busy police station built up as the morning progressed. I was interrupted only twice by phone calls, and by 9:10 I had finished my letter and had left a note with the Super's secretary requesting a meeting. At 10.15 I got summoned to the Super's office, and I steeled my courage to deliver my resignation. But after knocking and entering I was surprised to see the Super had two other visitors. I looked them over as I entered the room, the man was about six feet tall, broad shouldered, broad chested, and muscular, was probably in his late forties, greying slightly at the temples. He was dressed conservatively in a light blue woollen suit and had highly polished black shoes. The woman on the other hand was a stunner. She was just short of six foot in her heels, long strawberry blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, and framed a face of exquisite beauty, high cheekbones, cupid bow lips, high arching eyebrows with subtle make-up that enhanced her natural beauty. She was wearing a powder blue suit, with a belted waisted jacket worn over a white blouse and a knee length pencil skirt, she had flesh coloured stockings on (I could never imagine this heavenly creature in tights), topped off with matching blue stiletto heeled court shoes. "Ah Ward, thanks for coming," said the Super and he ushered me in. I smiled wanly at him, with what must have been a somewhat bewildered look. "Let me introduce these fine people to you Ward," and he turned me towards the man. "This is Mr Thomas Richardson," he reached forward and took my hand in a manly grip and shook it vigorously. "Pleased to meet you Sergeant Ward," he said, I nodded my response. "And this is Miss Alice Price." She proffered he beautifully manicured hand and I shook it gently, she smiled at me and I felt my heart melt. "Now Ward," began the Super, "let's all sit down and I'll fill you in on the case." "The c...c?case?" I stammered. "Yes Ward, these people have a problem, a matter of life and death and as the police, we are here to solve those problems and put the perpetrators behind bars." Thinking back to the conversation later I realised that the Super was not at ease during the meeting. He kept stealing glances at Mr Richardson and Miss Price as though gaining permission for what he was telling me. "Let me try to explain," said Richardson, interrupting the Boss, "I run, along with my colleague, a series of contests, which have become the target of blackmailer. The person has been making and carrying out minor threats, and I've refused to pay up, so they've upped the ante and have now threatened to murder all those involved if I don't stop the contests." "What are these contests?" I asked. "They are Beauty Contests," he replied. "So why don't you simply comply?" I asked. "Why should we, it would put us out of business, it would upset all the people involved and the blackmailer would win." "Ok, fair enough," I said, "So what do you want me to do?" "We need you to investigate the case, you'll need to go undercover and find the blackmailer. We think it's someone involved in the business or the contests." "Why do you think that?" I asked. "Because of their knowledge, and also because they could be the only ones with a grudge. Maybe a contestant who didn't win, or a parent who thinks their precious child didn't win, or maybe a scorned fan or judge ? who knows? It's your job to find out," he replied. "Why me?" I asked the Super, "Given my record to date, I'm sure you can find someone more capable than me." "Your perfect for this," Miss Price interjected, "You have the right back-ground and the right look, perfect for what we need." "And what is that?" I asked, now getting somewhat concerned. What had the Super put me into here? "Look Ward, it's simple, this is probably a fairly short case, but it will take you about two weeks to set your self up right and then infiltrate the operation. Once you're in, even your detective skills should allow you to find the perpetrator quickly before they can do any damage or harm. And let's be honest, you could do with some time away from the squad room couldn't you?" I simply nodded in agreement. "Well that's it, it's settled. I'll tell the squad your going undercover and that will be it. I'll need to be contacted at least once a week once you are in place. Until that time you are to move in with Miss Price who will set up your cover and prepare you fully for the immersion." "Two weeks with Miss Price? What heaven!" I thought. "Could this be my chance? no such luck. Still, just spending time with such a woman could only help me?" And how right I was? Not enough information: "Sergeant Ward," Miss Price called as we walked out of the office. "Yes," I replied. "Perhaps we should go somewhere to talk about this in more detail." "Good idea," I said, "there's a Starbuck's just around the corner, why don't we try there?" "That'll do fine," she said and we walked out of the office together. I clocked all the looks we got, lust by the men for her, disgust for me, as I walked out with her, but what did I care? she was with me. We walked out of the building and round the corner to the newly opened Starbuck's. "The Americanisation of our country continues" I thought somewhat sadly! "What can I get you?" I asked. "Just a tall Latte," she replied and wandered over to one of the more private booths. I got myself the same, waited for them to make the coffee, paid and came over. As I walked to her I noticed her exquisite shape again, she had chosen a booth against the window, and with the sun shining in it had made the material of her blouse somewhat see-through. I could see her lacy, sexy bra clearly, holding her perfect orbs. She stretched her arms languidly above her head, as she waited, which only accented her perfect shape. I felt the bulge in my trousers stiffen at the sight, but I couldn't do anything to hide it with my hands full of coffee. I slipped into the seat opposite, placing the coffee in front of her. A secret smile played around her mouth? had she noticed my discomfort? "So tell me more about the contests," I said trying hard to hide my obvious embarrassment. "Well, we hold a number of contests all over Britain, the winners and runners-up all qualify for the Final which is held every year in Brighton. So far this year we have held 3 contests, the next one will be in Edinburgh in two weeks and then Manchester four weeks later, Newcastle, Leeds, Birmingham, London, Portsmouth and then the Final in Brighton next August. Contestants come from the local areas, but also travel to the contests as well, so if they don't place in one competition, then they go to another." "How many contestants do you have in each contest?" I asked. "It varies, as little as twenty, as many as sixty." "And how many go to more than one contest?" "As few as three and as many as ten." "So that means there are as little as two hundred contestants and as many as six hundred over the country, with all their families," I surmised. "Add to that the judges and all the staff we need just to run these things, some permanent, many casual, then it adds up to more than a couple of thousand suspects," added Alice. "A daunting number. There has to be a way of narrowing it down, quick and easy." "There is. It's just not quick or easy. Someone needs to go undercover and narrow it down from the inside, and that's why you've been brought onto the case," she said. "So, what do I go in as? A judge? A technician? What?" I asked. "Well let's go back to my place and I'll give you all the details you'll need." I agreed without hesitation, the chance to get back to her place and maybe get closer was just too good an opportunity, beside the fact that I was now on a case, a proper case, I hadn't had one in months, ever since? "Come on, we'll get a taxi." Outside it was still raining, and even though the taxi came fairly quickly, we both got pretty wet through. So, stepping out in a classy area of the city, we quickly ran into the portico of a large apartment building. We took the antique lift to the fourth floor and Alice opened the door to her apartment and invited me in. Going under: "Alex, you can't stand there dripping onto my floor, come into my room and find some clothes, while I fix us a drink. We're about the same size, so you shouldn't have a problem finding something to fit," Alice said and pointed to a room off to the right, while she wandered into another room. I followed her pointed finger and entered a room of sheer opulence. Everywhere I looked the room dripped with decadence, jewelry, clothes, expensive furniture and furnishings. I stripped out of my clothes, picked up a towel that had been discarded on the bed and dried myself off. The towel was one of the softest pieces of material I'd ever touched. I found myself getting aroused as I rubbed and patted down my body. "How you getting on," Alice shouted from the other room. I snapped out of my sexual revere. "Fine, just drying myself off!" I replied. "Found something to wear?" "No, not yet!" I said. "Hold on! I'll help you," and she walked in through the door. I grabbed the towel against my body, trying to hide my raging erection. Alice went to her drawers and rummaged around, pulling out a pair of white knickers, a pair of olive green cropped trousers from her wardrobe and a light green T-shirt with a slash over the chest. "Here," she said, turning round, "These should be fine for you, most of my stuff is very feminine, this is probably the most masculine stuff I have." Trying to please her and wishing to get her out as soon as possible, I, agreed to wear them and she left me to get dressed, again, that hint of a smile played across her face as she left the room. I quickly closed the door and dashed to get myself decent before she came back. Although, given that I wanted to get into her knickers, I didn't mean it quite the way it was turning out. I pulled on the white cotton knickers, enjoying the soft sensuous material against my legs and then over my still raging cock. I then pulled on the cropped trousers and zipped them up, although with the zipper on my left hip, I struggled at first. I then pulled the T-shirt over my head, again revelling in the softer material. The feeling was so different from my usual clothes, "I'm going to have to get myself some quality clobber," I thought, "if this is what good stuff feels like." I wanted out into the hall, somewhat self consciously, I hadn't seen a mirror, so I had no idea what I looked like, but to be honest I didn't really care, I felt comfortable enough, although I still had a semi- erection, which unfortunately was quite evident in the tight trousers, tailored for a flat front. "In here!" Alice shouted from off to the left. I followed her voice and came into a living room that continued the opulence of the rest of the apartment. "Hey, don't you look nice? sexy?," she said. I felt the blush rise up my skin, and tried to hide by turning away and looking around the room. Again, I was struck by the sheer richness of the furnishings, decorations and expensive objects. "She must do very well for herself," I thought. "So," I began, feeling confident to turn back to face her, "are you going to give me the details now?" "Of course," she replied, "come and sit down, have a drink to warm you up and I'll tell you the rest you need to know," and she patted the seat next to her on the sofa. I wandered over and sat down, unconsciously crossing my legs and took the proffered cup of tea. "OK, first you need to know that these beauty competitions aren't the usual type of beauty competitions, the contestants are men, not women." I obviously looked confused, as she carried on before I could interrupt. "The competition is to find the most beautiful Transvestite or Transsexual in the UK, the winner of this competition goes onto the World contest representing the UK. For the eventual winner the skies are the limit, fame, fortune, everything. The competition is well supported both with contestants and with fans, we get thousands of people attending each contest, all paying to see the girls and the entertainment." I was shocked, first of all I didn't even know these sort of things existed and secondly I couldn't imagine people wanting to go and see such contests. Men dressing as women? All I could see was images of Danny La Rue, Lilly Savage, or other such drag queens, swimming before my eyes. "I know what you're thinking," she responded to the look on my face. "The girls that take part don't look like men in wild make-up and dresses. They look like beautiful, elegant women, women who you'd love to date, love to hold, love to kiss and much more. Girls like these are fun, vivacious and ambitious, they know what they want and they want to get there." "But? but? why are they are a target?" I stammered. "We don't know and that's why we need you, you have the skills and the looks. You're perfect." "What do you mean looks?" I asked somewhat warily. "Don't worry," she replied, "It'll all come clear." Then she leant over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Seduction? At first I just sat there, allowing her to kiss me, then, my passions engaged, I put my arms around her and pulled her close. She responded and her tongue pressed deeply into my mouth, wrangling with my own tongue and filling my mouth. One of her hands reached up to my head, pulling me harder onto her lips and the other reached up to my chest where she proceeded to massage and tweak my nipples through the soft fabric of the T-shirt. My reaction raged in my tight panties, I knew I had to have this woman, but I was torn. This wasn't supposed to be how a serving police officer acted, but what could I do, my body's urges were simply taking over. Alice slipped her hand down from my chest and gently brushed her fingers against the bulge in my trousers. I moaned in response, and reached up to caress those perfect breasts. She dragged her long painted nails along my encased cock, and back down again to my trapped balls. I nearly came at that point, but I managed to hold on. Then she was unzipping the trousers and shuffling off the settee. She knelt in front of me and pulled the trousers down and off. My cock was filling the tiny panties and stretching out beyond the waistband, a secret smile played across her lips as she studied my trapped man meat, then she removed the knickers slowly and sensuously, then she bent down and kissed the very top of my cock. Pre-cum filled my tip and coated her lips, then she slid her lips down my shaft, sucking the bell end deep into her mouth. Again I nearly came, the velvet feel of her lips coupled with the strong sucking power almost forced me over the edge. But she was experienced, she knew exactly what to do, as she sucked, she grabbed my ball sac above my balls and pulled down hard, stopping by blue balls spurting up their tubes. She then proceeded to give me the best blowjob I'd ever had. She knew exactly how to please a man with her lips and tongue and how to keep me on the very brink of eruption. For over 20 minutes she kept me on the very edge, then just as I was about to explode, she drove two fingers up my sweat soaked arse. The shock and pleasure of that action pushed me over the edge and my cream flooded up my tubes and filled her waiting mouth, she continued to suck away at my spasaming dick and push her finger in and out of my arse. Every time a new jolt of cum spewed out of my dick, she pushed her fingers deeper, in an out suck, suck, suck? I'd never felt anything like it. I'm sure I was gibbering with pleasure. I'd lost it completely. I'd never reached such a sexual height before. I felt her lips pull off my dick and pull away from me, her fingers still twitched in my arse as she pulled away, I opened my eyes, she looked like the cat who'd had her cream, a look of pleasure playing across her features. "Did you enjoy that then?" she asked, but before I could answer she increased the frigging action with her fingers in my arsehole. I gasped in renewed pleasure. "I can see you like that, you'll learn to love it? I did." And with that she pulled her fingers from my hole. It immediately felt like I was missing something, I missed the sense of being filled, of something in my hole, but only for a brief moment. I wasn't sure how to react to her, it was the most amazing sexual experience I'd ever had. Admittedly I hadn't had many, but it was the most extreme, and I'd never orgasmed like that. "That was amazing," I managed to stutter out. "Thought you'd enjoy it," she replied. "Don't worry, there's lots more to come." And that secret smile replayed itself over her face. She climbed up of her knees and hitching up her skirt she straddled my chest and sat down. She had me pinned down, but I wasn't bothered, I was looking up at my angel. Stupefied with pleasure, I knew I'd do whatever she wanted, and she knew it as well. "Alex", she said, as she ran her long nail around and over my nipples. "To go undercover for me, you're going to have to become a contestant. You're going to have to become a convincing transvestite. Do you think you can do that?" "Honestly," I replied, "I'm not sure." She reached behind me and grabbed my dick, it had become limp, but her quick grasp quickly engorged it with blood and it stood to attention. "You wouldn't disappoint me, would you?" she asked. Pulling on my cock, she elicited the response she wanted. She knew I couldn't answer in any other way. "Yes, I'll do anything for you." "I knew you would," she replied. "Do you want your reward for the right answer?" I just nodded. I couldn't even speak. With her spare hand she wriggled her skirt over her hips and round her waist. I was right - she was wearing stockings. Then she pulled her knickers to the side, and lowered herself onto my raging cock. But it wasn't a wet pussy sliding around my meat. It was a tight, welcoming dark-star, her arsehole. I slipped up deep into her. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was smooth and slick. She took my first few inches and then she withdrew to my tip, and then drove down again. This time over half my cock was buried in her welcoming hole. In and out she rode me, up and down, driving herself onto my pole, fucking herself deeply with my cock. Her knees were drawn up so she could take me all the way and my balls were driving against her arse. I ran my fingers up and down her stocking clad legs as she fucked herself with my cock. I wanted to drive my fingers deep into her pussy so I let my fingers drift to her crotch. Just as I reached her pantied crotch she grabbed my hand in a vice like grip, and squeezed her arse muscles, trapping my pistoning cock. "Is this what you really want?" she panted at me, looking at me through half-lidded eyes. "Yes," I said, "this is what I want." With that agreement she took my hand and pressed it against her crotch. I pushed my fingers against her, feeling for her wet slit, while she once again began her sliding up and down my cock. I couldn't find her pussy. Instead I found a mass, a hardening mass. I knew instinctively what it was, but I continued to probe, then I pulled down her knickers and revealed her cock, her hardening cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to wank it. She moaned in satisfaction and started to fuck my cock even harder and faster. I matched her rhythm, wanking her cock as she drove herself up and down on mine. She reached back, and ran her fingers around my arse, and then as she drove herself hard on my meat, she pushed her fingers deep into my own arsehole. I exploded, filling her arse with my jism. Stream upon stream of my cum filled her and she continued to frig my arse. Then I was done. My cock began to go limp still in her hole. She pulled herself off me, but continued to frig my arse. Then turning me over I ended up with my knees on the floor and my chest on the sofa. I knew what was coming, but I welcomed it, I wanted to be fucked by this beautiful she-male, I wanted her to take my cherry, to fuck me like a school-girl till I begged for her cock to make me hers. She came up behind me. No words were spoken. Nothing needed to be said. She positioned her cock against my hole and pushed forward. As she pushed inwards she gripped my slim hips and pulled me towards her. It was difficult at first, but she knew what to do. She was obviously an expert at taking virgin arses. Her swollen cock head, popped through my cherry nubbin, and she was in. Holding herself in my entrance for a few seconds so I could get used to the invasion, she proceeded to feed herself into my willing hole. I started to pant with pleasure, "Yes, Yes, fuck me please Alice, I need you to take me!" "I will, my little cock loving slut, I will, just relax and take it like a girl. You enjoy every inch and every minute. When I have finished you will only ever want what I can give. You'll live and die for cock, because this is what you were born to do my love. You were born to take a cock deep up your arse, to be fucked senseless, to learn how to suck a cock and please your man. You'll love being a cute little girl on the lookout for man meat." "Just fuck me please, I'll do anything you want, just FUCK ME!!!" I screamed. Then we just shut up as she pounded my arse, filling me with her six inches of cock. Fucking me good and proper. I lay under her whimpering as she drove in and out. She was getting faster and faster, I knew she was about to come, I recognised the signs, signs that I would have made and done if I was fucking some cock hungry girl, now sounds I recognised as I was the one being fucked. Then suddenly she tensed and I felt it. Hot juices flooded into me, spraying my insides and setting of a reaction of absolute pleasure. I made my lover come and she was now giving me my first female orgasm. A feeling of pleasure rocked my body, radiating from my groin outwards a hot tingling sensation of pleasure? I revelled in it as she continued to pump my ass with her juice. And then as she finished her final thrust, she dragged her fingers over my cock and a lightening bolt of pleasure suffused my body. I screamed in ecstasy. Now that was the real deal? We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes, she still buried in my arse, her arms wrapped around me like a protective mother. Then without saying a word she pulled away from me, stood up and reached her hand down to me. I took it and she pulled me to my feet. Then she took me into her bedroom and stripping our clothes off, we climbed into her king-size bed, where we simply fell asleep. Consequences: I woke a few hours later, the smell of coffee wafted into the room, as well as toast and eggs. I realised I was starving hungry. I looked around for something to wear, and saw a flimsy thigh length green satin peignoir with a pair of matching thong knickers. These had obviously been left out for me, so feeling somewhat conscious about it, but seeing no other clothes about and not wishing to parade her house in the nude, I donned the clothes. The feeling was incredible, the satin against my smooth skin was wonderful. It was so sexy I could see why women wore such things. I checked my appearance in the mirror. I looked kinda sexy. Seeing a scrunchie on the table, I swept my hair up into a high ponytail like young girls wear and swept from the bedroom. I wandered the apartment looking for the kitchen, following the smells, then I saw her standing at the cooker with her back to the door. She was wearing a matching red satin outfit I could see the outline of the thong through the silky material. I walked up behind her quietly slipped her arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze and kissed her neck. "Good morning detective," came a familiar voice from behind me. Sat on a chair at the kitchen table was Richardson, and he was looking at me with an enigmatic smile on his face. TO BE CONTINUED If you like this story, leave a review or email me at [email protected]. I always like receiving complementary email.