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This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involving sexually explicit material. Written by Bethany Jacques. Comments welcome to [email protected] Two Way Stretch 1 By Bethany Jacques It started out as a chance to make some money, in a rather forced situation, thank you dear Aunt Daphne. It ended up as a whole new lifestyle... Part 1 1- The blue and red circle. 'LUCRATIVE BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY' Stupid. I mean, who would advertise any such as 'not lucrative'. However, I read on. 'Two Way Stretch - A chance to acquire, in full, this profitable business in the adult entertainment area. Would suit hard-working person or couple with a flair for the unusual. Contact George Williams on...' Hard-working? Not too sure about that, sounds too much like hard work. Still I was running out of time, and the phrasing - 'unusual' - intrigued me. The opportunity to investigate such an opportunity - if you see what I mean - came about in a surprising way. A series of coincidences. Well, not really coincidences, in that they were all related. All three. Monica first. My 'partner', i.e. girlfriend, for the last four years, we split up. Okay, she ditched me. I still think she was a little unfair. This was about four months ago, one morning she came downstairs with a suitcase, packed. "Richard, I'm sorry. It's over, I'm leaving now. I'll arrange to collect my other things later. Bye." And that was it. I know she over-reacted; it was such a little thing. We had been together, like I said, for four years. We liked a lot of the same things, we got on well together, the sex was great. Really, it was, we both had fairly big sexual appetites and really did satisfy each other, not every single night but maybe three or four nights a week. And sometimes in the day at weekends. And she liked what I did, she often said so. She didn't mind my very slight kink in bed, that I liked to wear her panties sometimes, I really did find that a turn-on. Specially nylon or silk, I had bought her lots of sexy underwear, all kinds, she had seemed to love it. But that one time, when I wore her bra as well. I didn't think it was a big deal. And it did work for me, I had a sensational ejaculation that one time I wore it, I thought she would appreciate my efforts, but no. Off she went. Which lead to event number two, two days later, when I was fired. Lost my job. I was working in Monica's father's company, he had despaired I think of her finding a husband at her time of life. Wanted me to be able to keep his daughter well, and I worked hard for him, I really did. But when Monica and I finished, that was it. No more potential son-in-law, so out I went. Maybe she told him about the bra, I don't know. And then number three, my great-aunt Daphne, my only living relative. She died. Well, she was well over eighty, nearly ninety I think. But died at last and left me money, loads of it, in her will. But she knew me better than I had thought. Most of it had strings attached. First she allowed me to pay off the loan on the flat I had bought but with a restriction that I couldn't sell it for five years. And second, that the rest of the inheritance was to be used for business, not pleasure. I had to use it to set myself up, to buy a business, outright. But nothing to live on. No actual money to spend. So I had somewhere to live, free. But nothing for the upkeep. For food, clothes, everything else. I had to find a business and make it work, great-aunt Daphne had made sure of that. Her solicitor was in charge of the arrangements, when I met him he was very clear about the conditions. "Mr. Wood, you have three months, under the terms of your great-aunt's will if you have not succeeded by then the money will all go to charity. She was most insistent about that, when I queried the conditions of the trust she said it was to wake you up, to shake you into making more of your life than your father did. So think about that, seriously." So for two months I looked in the local paper under the 'Business Opportunities' section, visited several shops, two small pubs, the sort of business I could see myself in. But each and every one had something wrong with it. Too expensive, too much work, really needed a couple to run it, and so on. By the time I visited Mr. Jenkins, the solicitor, now my solicitor, for about the fifth time I was running out of options. I mentioned the advertisement I had seen. "Sounds possible, Mr. Wood, I don't know exactly what they do, but I do know my brother-in-law has had some dealings with them. I'll make some inquiries, why don't you ring them up?" I rang the number and arranged to visit and meet Mr. Williams the next day. The front door of the business took a little finding, it was not too far from the town centre, but tucked away down an alleyway between two other shops. The sign on the door was distinctive, a circle split into two down the middle, one half red, the other blue, with the initials - 'TWS' - in black across the middle. I rang the bell and heard the door lock open. I went in. Facing me, across a small reception desk, was a woman maybe ten years older than me, attractive, well made up, well dressed or so it seemed to me. She looked down at a small computer monitor screen, pressed a key, looked up and smiled. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wood isn't it? My husband will be along in a moment." This was obviously Mrs. Williams. I was just about to sit down in the chair she indicated when a tall man, rather portly but very well dressed too, came through from the door behind her. He indicated I should sit down, as he did so Mrs. Wood herself went out of the same door leaving us alone. "Mr. Wood I assume, George Williams, delighted to meet you." He offered his hand, we shook and both smiled, I liked him from the first. We chatted about the situation of the business first, me saying that I had passed in the street many times and didn't even realise it was there. "No, we don't advertise ourselves, almost all our business is by recommendation." he answered. That at least told me something, if clients were willing to pass on their opinions of the business. Over the next ten minutes we continued chatting, about the price mainly, and his reason for selling up. "Well Mr. Wood, I've been here ten years now. The business has done well. But my wife is not too well really, I need to capitalise on our success, we plan to move abroad where there is a better climate for her health. And I would welcome that too, somewhere in the Mediterranean we think." "But what is it you do here, exactly, do I get a look round?" "Mr. Wood, I do have to admit I have a problem there. We run a very special service, I am reluctant to let anyone else into our secrets without some commitment. Our service could be copied elsewhere, that would reduce the value of this business." "But you must see my point, Mr. Williams. The price seems fair at first glance but it is still a lot of money. I must have more details." He thought for a moment, then went over to the reception desk and tapped something into the keyboard. After looking at the screen, he picked a sheet of paper from a small rack by the computer and came back. "Mr. Wood, I do see your point exactly. How about this? I can fit you appointments in tomorrow afternoon and on Thursday, both at 3 o'clock, you can go through our service as a client. Our usual fee for the double programme is ?400, I will waive that. Then you can see what we do." "Surely I could just do it once?" "Believe me, Mr. Wood, that would not work. You need to do both sessions. Trust me, you will have a memorable time. But please, so we can cater to your every need, please fill in this proforma and leave it with my wife. Okay?" "Very well, 3 o'clock tomorrow it is." We shook again and he left, saying he was due to help with a client in a few minutes. I looked down at the form, and recognised the format. Fifty agree / disagree questions arranged almost at random, I knew then some were 'blind', totally irrelevant, put there to make you think about what you were doing but arranged so you could not easily see why. I took my pen and filled in the sheet, some of the questions I did need to think a little about. And some were rather personal. 'I prefer blondes to brunettes.' 'I prefer strawberries to raspberries.' 'I always take sugar in my coffee.' 'I would never cheat on my partner.' 'I like having sex out of doors.' Some were very personal indeed. But I completed the form as Mrs. Williams returned and offered it to her. She smiled as she took it, then looked at the monitor again. I realised there had been no space to write my own name. "No, that's deliberate Mr. Wood. Some of our clients prefer to remain anonymous. You are client no. 1147, all our documentation will refer to your number, we don't really need your name. 3 o'clock tomorrow, then?" I smiled a goodbye and left. And just as I did so, a rather short man in a grey suit came out of another door beside me, a red door, and smiled at Mrs. Williams. "Thank you, goodbye, I'll be back." he called to her. She operated the door lock to let us both out. And the look on his face, he was smiling, very widely indeed. When he saw me leave with him he looked rather nervous, perhaps embarrassed to have been seen in there. He strode quickly up the alley to the little car park there, he really was bouncing, didn't look at me again and drove off. I looked in that car park - one Lotus, two BMWs. Staff cars? They must be doing well. 2 - The blue door The next morning I visited my solicitor. He was happy, I think he wanted to get me out of his hair, that I had found a possibility. He had inspected the financial statements from TWS and seemed delighted with them. He had also mentioned the possible purchase to his brother-in-law who had again spoken highly of the firm. "I've let your bank manager see the accounts, he seems delighted with them, in fact he wonders exactly where the profit comes from. But it is definitely there. I did have a thought that something 'immoral' or illegal might be involved - 'adult leisure' and so on, but my brother-in-law is a police sergeant, if he uses them they must be okay." At 3 o'clock I pressed the doorbell again and was invited in. Mrs. Williams smiled and called out behind her, 'Sarah!' A young woman, about 28 maybe, emerged from the blue door in front of me. Mrs. Williams introduced me, told Sarah who I was and that I was investigating the company, and showed us through the blue door into a small sitting room. Sarah invited me to sit, said there had been a slight delay but she would be ready in five minutes and would I like to read a magazine. I did, she actually came back rather more quickly than that and led me through into another room, which was dominated by a small bar along one wall. She moved behind the counter and pored me a whisky-and-soda, then reached down. Sarah handed me a glossy sheet showing four photographs, and the message 'Michelle is willing - and able!' then turned and left. I looked at the photos. They were really soft-porn photos but it was the girl herself who caught my attention. She was blonde, very, big hair etc. And big elsewhere too, the four pictures showed her in various states of undress, one of her nearly naked showed off her gorgeous large breasts, a treat. I felt a stirring between my legs. It was after all several months since Monica had left me, and I had been too busy to be other than celibate in that time. Needless to say the pictures excited me. Which was nothing compared to my reaction a few seconds later, when a door beside the bar opened, and Michelle herself entered! Wow! She looked sensational. And this girl surely knew how to present herself! They were all there, the high-heeled stilettos, fishnet tights, tight short skirt, tight top, low cut to show massive heaving breasts, the 'big hair, blonde, gorgeous make-up and jewellery flashing. I gasped. Suddenly it was obvious to me, what the company had pulled out of the questionnaire was 'my ideal woman'. After which they had gone through their files and found a big-breasted blonde and set her up for me! Michelle sat on the other stool in the bar and crossed her legs, revealing long, long thighs. She sipped the drink Sarah had given her and looked at me through those long dark lashes. "Hi Richard." From which point everything moved smoothly. Sarah left up alone, she started to come on to me, we ended up in the little bedroom which led off from the bar, we got to necking and fondling and I got my cock up her gorgeous waiting pussy. I climaxed very quickly indeed, it had been quite some time since Monica. And she was so sexy, I did it again. And then I did it AGAIN. All within half an hour, I was exhausted but very, very satisfied. Indeed, I must have dropped off for ten minutes or so; I was so knackered by the experience. I dressed and wandered slowly back to the reception area. Mrs. Williams was there, she looked up and smiled, I felt rather embarrassed. I had never before actually paid for sex. Then I remembered this was a 'freebie' and felt better. As I left after confirming my second visit two days later Sarah was just showing another 'client' into the waiting room. She smiled too. "Okay?" she asked. "Too right!" I said. "But I don't know if I need to come back, I mean the whole point was to find out about the business and I have done that." "No, you must. Really Mr. Wood. The second session will be - even better." I must admit at that moment I found that difficult to believe. 3 - The red door And so it was that, forty-eight hours later, I entered TWS again. Sarah was on the reception this time and really did seem pleased to see me. She ushered me through, insisting that this was going to be even better, guiding me in through the red door this time. The waiting room in there was different, two chairs and a whole wall of cupboards, and a shower in the corner. As she was unlocking the cupboards another 'assistant' came in and was introduced as Michael. We shook hands; I asked him what his role was in the operation. "I'll be helping you a little later, after Sarah has started the preparation. See you later." and he was off out again. Sarah, meanwhile, had done some adjusting to the shower. She turned. "Now, Mr. Wood. Strip!" I stood there puzzled. Being unsure and polite I murmured, 'Pardon?' "You heard me, strip!" she said. Actually 'ordered' would have been a better word, she almost shouted it. In two very practiced moves Sarah slid down and stepped out of her slacks and pulled her top over her head. She stood there, legs apart, dressed in black PVC thigh-boots, matching shorts and a PVC bra, which just about held her ample bosoms in. "STRIP!" I did what I was told. Sarah had made it obvious she meant business. Okay, this was going to be some sort of S&M trick, I wasn't sure, never been really into that but I really wanted to see where this was going. I undid my shirt, took off my own trousers and shoes etc., then stood waiting. "And the shorts." Again it was not a request. I stood there waiting again, not at all surprised that my cock was rapidly swelling and standing out. The sight of Sarah the dominatrix was very erotic. I wondered if I was going to get to screw her? But no, certainly not to begin with. She slipped a blindfold over my eyes and led me somewhere across the room. Before I knew what was happening my hands were lifted and clamped over my head, I felt straps over my ankles too, and some sort of clamp was fitted at the sides of my head so I couldn't move. "I know you're only here to see what the business is about, Mr. Wood, but George thinks you should go through the whole operation. I do apologise for this, sometimes I get into some major bondage with clients but he said I should be gentle with you." She removed my blindfold. I could see her straight ahead but couldn't turn my head. She had a hose in front of her, attached in some way to the shower fitment. I started worrying instantly what she was going to do, indeed where that nozzle was going to go! I could see her switch it on, then start moving it over me, and just about see a white foam settle over me - all over. She finished, over my whole body I now realise, then left me for a short while. When she returned she went at the nozzle again and flooded me with warm water. "That should do, my darling, now to see to that." I didn't know what she meant but I soon found out. She moved up close to my face and smiled, I could see her undo her bra top and her breasts fall out. And I knew what was happening down below. She sunk from my view, and I could feel her mouth envelop my erection - she was sucking me off. I climaxed rapidly and forcefully. Whatever was going on I was obviously loving it. I saw Sarah leave the room and Michael come in, and was acutely embarrassed to be found, by a strange man, it that situation. However he seemed to regard it as part of his job to put me at my ease, which of course it was. "Don't worry Mr. Wood, I've seen guys in much worse situations than you at the moment believe me. Sarah is good at her job, isn't she, you are deflated, let me tell you. Right now you have to trust me." I could see him moving about at the edge of my field of view. He moved right in front of me. I could see he had a bowl of something in front of me, and a very large cutthroat razor. I gulped. "Keep still Mr. Wood. Totally still. Trust me, you really have to, I am good at this. All the modern technology, the old ways are sometimes still the best." And he proceeded to shave my face, I felt the warm lather being spread into place and the blade sliding across my skin as he did indeed shave me. After he'd finished he lathered me again and repeated the process, then rinsed my face and stroked it. "Smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. Now we begin to get serious." I really didn't know what he was talking about, and didn't calm down one bit when he put the blindfold back over my eyes. I could feel his hands touching my body, smearing something over my chest and then pushing. Something did not feel right. And then! He started pulling at my cock, I felt more smearing going on, more pushing down there, he wasn't talking now, just whistling as if all this was routine to him by now. I heard the door open and close again, then more touching and smearing over my chest. Then the blindfold was removed, it was Sarah, she had come back. She smiled at me. "Nearly done now, Mr. Wood. Now, stay very still again." And this time I could see what she was doing, she was making up my face. I felt the smooth cream being spread all over, then watched in awe as she used eye make-up, eye- shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blusher, eyebrow pencil, she was obviously making me up. I realised what was happening. After which she released the clamps, which had been holding my body in that position. I stumbled a little and fell forward a little, then moved my limbs to get the circulation going again. And then realised... What Michael had done was to give me boobs. He had stuck onto my chest two imitation breast-forms. Imitation, they really did look real, I realised he had 'made-up' the edges where they met my own skin, the effect was really impressive, I couldn't see the merge between the two. And a cunt! I had a cunt! Another latex falsie had been stuck in place down there. Sarah looked at me. "Surprising, isn't it. It looks really good, a false vagina. Don't worry, we have the solvent to get it off. Later. But first we have to finish your makeup." "Sarah, I've only just realised what is going on. You are making me up, aren't you? Turning we into a woman like my fantasy image, that's what the questionnaire was about, that's what part two of this treatment is. Am I right?" Sarah looked me over again and smiled. "Sort of, Mr. Wood. But first we have to finish getting you ready. You must be cold by now, let's get some clothes on you." With which she opened the door to one of the long cupboards, which stretched all the way down the wall. "Okay, this is your size, now, where's Michael? I'll need him for the checklist in a minute." Checklist? What checklist? Anyway Michael didn't appear at that moment, Sarah proceeded with my makeup, varnishing my toenails a deep red, then sticking very long false nails onto my fingers and doing them in the same colour. Wow, I had though wearing Monica's bra and panties was kinky, this was way beyond that. Finally, as I stood naked in the middle of the room, Michael entered with a clipboard - and a wig, a red one, which surprised me. "Okay, lets sort this, the outfit is on the right there, Sarah. This is the wig." Sarah took it while Michael went out again, I rarely seemed to see them both at once. However Sarah had me sit down, still naked and by now getting a little cold, and fitted it from behind, then went at it with a brush to swirl the long hair across my forehead. Hardly stopping --she seemed in a hurry - she clipped a large pair of thick gold earrings to my ears, added a wide gold-link choker round my neck and a matching gold bracelet. The she stopped and looked. "Well Mr. Wood, I think you look sensational." I looked down, I couldn't really see myself but Sarah walked over to one of the walls of the dressing room and pulled up a blind to reveal a very large mirror. I looked. I gasped. I could see a woman. Naked. Me! From my varnished toes, up my smooth legs, past my very convincing 'pussy', my big bouncing boobs, the makeup, the jewellery, the hair. Well! I thought I looked great, really gorgeous, but then I would, wouldn't I? "Now, one more thing. Your waist isn't quite as slim as it should be so - pose for me please, sit on the rug - there, that's it. Now twist so I am looking down at you. Ready for the picture." She had a camera at the ready, then I thought - again - I had realised what was going on. "You are going to do a photo-shoot, dress me up, like those pictures of Michelle I saw, with me as a woman, wow, that's such a great idea." "Er - yes we are. Now Mr. Wood, look up at me, that's right, now, a really sexy look, pretend you are Michelle, how did she look? Get some lust into those eyes, again, again." She took about six photos, I realised it was a digital camera, attached to the computer on the table there. She went over to the screen, I wanted to see but she waved me away, stood in front so I couldn't see. "Okay, I've picked the one, we want to do four altogether. With you in various states of undress, or rather as you dress. Michael will finish things off, I have to go now." And they did their swap-over again, as Sarah left he came in and looked at the photo left on screen. "Perfect." I interrupted him. "But Michael, my own fantasy woman is a blonde, why don't I wear a blonde wig?" I reached up to try to take the red wig off. "No. Wait. You have to keep that on. You'll see why later, come on, we are getting late, I have to get you dressed." I didn't see any need for hurry but Michael obviously did. He threw a black silky bra and a pair of panties over towards me. 'Could you put those on?' Could I? The bra was gorgeous, an under-wired half-cup model, which did give my false boobs tremendous uplift and showed a lot of very deep cleavage. It came to just above the tops of my 'nipples' - a balcony bra, I recognised it then, I had bought Monica one once but she had rarely deigned to wear it for me. Then he came towards me carrying what I thought at first was some sort of corset. Well it was, but really it was a waist 'cincher', designed to get my middle as thin as possible and give me something like the classic 'hour- glass' figure. It did! He pulled it so tight I could hardly breathe. I was just beginning to get used to it when he delved in the tall cupboard again and emerged with a pair of stockings, sheer and black, With these on, I was really getting into this now, we had another photo-call, me stretching my long nylonned legs as I sat on the small rug again. "Okay now, let's really get into this, I want a really sexy pose, come on, those are gorgeous tits, bend over, let the camera really see them!" And finally my dress. Exactly the sort of dress any guy would like his girlfriend to wear for him, if he felt inclined to show her off down the pub, and if he didn't mind the bitchy things any potential or ex-girlfriend might say. Not exactly the standard 'LBD', even better. Little, certainly, it came down to about 4" below my stocking tops, and plunged at the front deep down between my jutting tits. Black certainly, but a smooth and shiny, very sensual black material. And a dress, yes, that was marginally a better way to describe it than 'wide belt'. "Wow, Michael, I wish I could have got my Monica to wear something like this." He grinned. He threw a clutch bag in my direction - he kept on looking at the clock, and then came at me carrying the highest pair of black high-heeled stilettos I had ever seen. "Okay Mr. Wood, slip these on and practice walking round a bit, I need to check on another client." And he left, very rapidly, I heard voices, Michael and Sarah and someone else outside. "Ready?" he asked, dashing back in. "I think your real surprise is about to start. But first lets got the last two pictures done." I posed trying to look sexy, it was difficult not to in that outfit. My make-up had been gorgeously dome and the various prostheses left little to the imagination and were extremely convincing. Finally, as I continued posing and thinking how good I looked, Michael finished dealing with the last photo on the screen, "Now - I need a name for you. I am sorry Mr. Wood, what is your real first name, hang on I've got it here. Richard, right, so we could do with an 'R' name really. Not Rachel, or Racquel, we've already got those. How about 'Raelene'?" "Sounds like a Western country singer." I muttered. "I like it. Right then, Raelene it is." He typed a little more onto the keyboard, then I saw his right index finger hit ENTER and he turned towards me. Almost at once a sheet started to roll out of the printer beside him. Michael picked it up and held it towards me. "So this is my souvenir of the visit. Cripes, do I look sensational or what?" I beamed at Michael. 'Raelene - raunchy and raring to go' was the caption, above four very erotic pictures of a gorgeous redhead - me. Michael smiled again but - this time - some sort of knowing smile. There was something else going on. Maybe it was the total sensual excitement of what had been going on, I don't know. But that afternoon I must have been abnormally slow, thick even. I really should have got it by then, but I hadn't. Michael took me by the hand, in a rather boy-friend-like manner - I wondered at the time what his demeanour meant. But I was mistaken. It was not that. He led me out of the dressing room into a small corridor and along, through another door. "We never show clients this. The control room. Since you are here for a look-round as well, you need to see how everything fits together." George Williams was there, sat in front of a small console and a keyboard. On the right I could see through the glass panel into the dressing room. I was looking through the mirror, it was two-way, he had seen all my stripping, shaving, dressing, the photos being done. All of it from there. He stood up as we entered. "Raelene, you look gorgeous, you really do. But I need to go now, Michael, can you take over here. Elaine is not feeling too good today, I want to see she is okay." He left us alone in there. Michael just stood as I looked round, then he reached over past me and slid up a wide blind, just like the one in the dressing room next door. I looked past him through the large mirror he revealed - and into the bar. The very same bar where I had my first encounter with the gorgeous Michelle. We were looking through the other mirror, the one behind the bar in the room next door. Sarah was just entering the bar, with a man who was obviously another client. She led him by the hand and invited him to sit at the bar. After a couple of minutes chitchat, during which she got them both a drink, she moved behind the bar and reached down. I recognised the scenario as she handed over a laminated sheet. I imagined the set of pictures on it, rather like those I had seen of Michelle and now of Raelene. Sarah was standing in the way, I couldn't see it but I did see his reaction. He was happy, very much so, I recognised the delight, the anticipation, I had 'been there'. Michael tapped me on the shoulder. "Ready for this?" Then Sarah moved and I saw. I read it upside down. 'Raelene - raunchy and raring to go'. And then it hit me. The bombshell. Or rather the first of a series of bombshells, which I should really have seen coming much earlier. Maybe it was my own excitement, the whole sexual tone of that day and two days earlier, they confused me. I looked towards Michael; he was studying my face carefully, looking for my reaction. I spoke, hesitatingly, for the moment not sure of whet my reaction should be, "That picture sheet - it's me! That means, he's going to... with me. Streuth, what a turn-on!" Michael began to move, I noticed him press a small button on a 'control box' next to the PC. Through the mirror I glimpsed a little green LED flash on. An indication that systems were go, everything was ready. That I was ready. But was I? I was still gob-smacked, still reeling with the thought that... "Okay Raelene, it's up to you now." I looked at Michael. Hesitant, obviously. He looked back, stared me straight in the eyes. "Richard. You are going to do this, I know it." HE knew it? What about me, it was me who was going to have to go through there, have myself lusted over by that guy, and then - well - really do the job. I looked at Michael yet again. "Okay. Now listen to me. I'll tell you what is going to happen Mr. Wood. You are going through there in a moment, and you will go through with this, and that guy will have a sensational time screwing the gorgeous redhead he's just seen in the picture. And you, Raelene, will have a sensational time too. And after that you will buy the company. I know it. Because you're a natural, you have a sensational appetite for sex. You'll be in dream-world running this operation. After all, you did fuck Michelle three times didn't you?" Well, yes I did. That experience had been wonderful. And now, dressed like this. I looked through the mirror again, Sarah was still chatting to the client. Hang on. WAIT. If he was going to screw a guy dressed as a woman, then when I was with Michelle, what did that mean? Surely not... Michael spoke up again. "Yes, that's right, you've been here before, on the other side of the fence. If Michelle could get away with this then I am damn sure Raelene can. So go and get fucked." He moved to open the door. That second bombshell hadn't been enough, the third hit me... "Michelle. MICHELLE." "Yes, you're right. It was me! Just sometimes I have to fill in, that day we got a phone call to cancel from your intended date. Pity, he makes a truly remarkable blonde. So I had to do it. At short notice. And like I said, you were terrific, just on occasion a client manages to cum twice but three times, I've never known it before. And that third climax, it was something else, like I said you are a natural. Come on now, your first taste of the 'other side' is waiting." I knew then, or at least I thought I did, that I was definitely going to go ahead with this. The chance was just too good to turn down. I looked at my 'lover-to-be'. Then I froze. "Hell, I know him!" "Shit!" said Michael, suddenly looking very concerned indeed. "Does that mean I'm going to have to do it again? Not twice in a week, I've only had to four times in all the years I've been here. How well do you know him?" "Not very well I have to admit, we've only met once, about two weeks ago, briefly." Michael looked just a little relieved, maybe he was going to be spared being screwed again. He took my hand and led me back into the dressing room, turning to face the large mirror, holding my hand. "Is he going to recognise Richard in you, Raelene? Is he? Be honest." I looked at my reflection. Big hair, boobs, the tight skirt, the legs, the heels, the provocative make-up. No way. There was absolutely no chance he would recognise me. "Okay Michael, I'm on." I said, heading back into the control room. Michael passed me and opened the other door at the end, I went through. To face one final door, labelled 'Bar'. I paused for a moment, taking stock, steadying myself. It was going to happen, a tryst, a sexual coupling, a fuck. Me and him, John Walters. My bank manager! 4 - The bar. I gingerly opened the door. I saw Sarah first; she looked in my direction and smiled. Then I saw him. My bank manager, for goodness sake. And me looking absolutely nothing like I had when I had last seen him, in his office, me trying to let me have some cash 'on account' while I carried on hunting. And him saying 'no'. Well, he was not going to say no to me this time, of that I was totally certain. Sarah came towards me and took my hand. "Raelene, darling, do come in. There's someone here I want you to meet. Raelene, this is Richard." Like hell it was, this was no Richard, what was he playing at, I'm Richard, I thought. Then I realised. Of course, he was the bank manager, respected member of the community, here he was visiting a company offering 'adult leisure services'. Of course he wasn't going to give his own name. Come to that, I wasn't exactly Raelene. Hang on, I thought. From now I AM Raelene, he must not have any opportunity of finding me out. Think how 'Michelle' had done it, obviously Michael was experienced. But, to carry this off, I had to BE Raelene, BE a voluptuous redhead, BE raunchy and raring to go. And somehow, from that very though, came the way forward. I smiled and walked forward. In a quiet and husky and, I hope, sexy voice I spoke. "Richard, darling, I am SO pleased to see you. Please, sit down." He did, moving back onto the bar stool, and I remembered exactly how, about three years ago, Monica had teased me, lifting herself up onto a very similar stool while wearing a very short skirt. I could do that. I slowly pushed my bum up and onto the stool, turned to face 'Richard', and crossed my legs. The feeling of one thigh sliding over the other was extremely sensual and, I could tell from his eyes, Richard thought it looked good too. I was delighted - he was lusting after me! Next to me, Sarah placed a drink by my elbow. "Okay, I'll leave you two alone." And she was gone. I looked across at Richard and smiled. He was still looking at my long legs, feasting his eyes on my well-turned ankles and my high-heel stilettos. I had always thought they did wonders for a woman's legs, now I knew, they certainly worked for me. "Richard, would you like to tell me about yourself, or would you prefer to keep it secret?" "Gee, really, I'd prefer..." He dried up. Understandable really. I looked carefully at his face, he was getting worried. I was suddenly afraid, he could just get up and run, I didn't want that to happen. I took a sip of my drink, then reached across and gently laid my hand on his. "Tell me Richard, do you like women?" What a question! "Er -yes, of course" "And me, do you like me?" "Definitely, you are gorgeous, you are..." I picked up his hand. "You seem rather nervous to me, Richard, let me try to put you at your ease. Here, hold my hand, let me stroke it for you. Do you like my legs, Richard? Some people might say I shouldn't wear such a short skirt. But I think I've got nice legs, d you think I have, Richard?" "Er - I think your legs are wonderful." he said, still rather nervously. I knew damn well I wasn't calming him down, not one jot. I was forcing him to look at my legs, my seamed black stockings, my thighs. Before he could answer I asked him again. "Richard, would you like to touch my legs?" He gulped, again, not surprisingly. "Would you?" "Oh, yes, certainly." I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, well above the knee. "Now Richard, don't be nervous, this is all very natural, a man and a woman together, enjoying each other's company. I am enjoying myself. Would you like to do something for me?" He just couldn't say no, if I had asked him to strip and run down the high street, at that moment he might well have done it. "Richard, my darling, would you like to slide your hand up my leg, under my skirt? Could you do that for me, please?" He did just that, again hesitatingly. "Oh Richard, that is so good for me, thank you, you are so kind." I was milking it a little, okay a lot. I closed my eyes, tried to imagine I really was a woman, enjoying the attentions of a man. Richard was getting excited too. But I was desperate for appreciation. I reached down and edged up my skirt a little. I realised I was going to have to 'work' a little more quickly. "Slide your hand up a little higher, Richard, here, let me help you." I took his hand in mine, noticing how feminine my own hand looked next to his, the fingers seemed slimmer, the long nails glistening in the reflected light. "Oooooh Richard, that is nice," I purred as his hand moved over my stocking top and across my bare thigh. "Can you feel my panties with your finger, do they feel good my darling?" I looked across towards him, our eyes met, I decided I was definitely going to have to speed up. I could feel his fingers shaking as they stroked back and forth across my thigh, he was breathing heavily by now. "Richard." I cooed. "May I kiss you?" I didn't wait for a reply, I leaned across and gently and ever-so-provocatively slid my deep red lips across his, noticing as I did so that the movement would reveal to him a close-up view down my ample cleavage. He was definitely sweating now, I could smell his ardour growing, and I have to admit I was getting really turned on too. I kissed him again, a little harder and for a little longer this time, allowing my mouth to open slightly, and letting my tongue linger and tease his lips. "Richard. Shall we go into..." 5 - The bedroom That was it. Committed. I was going to have sex with him, with John, aka Richard, with my bank manager. I stood up and took his hand. "Would you like another drink first, darling? Shall I get them? Another scotch, and I'll get myself one too. Why don't you go ahead, my love? I'll bring our drinks through." He got up quickly, I think to get away from me for a while, to try to take stock of his own situation. I could tell by his movements, he just couldn't pull out at that stage, he had to go ahead. I smiled internally, this was fun, this was really something, he really would do almost anything for me. I filled two fresh glasses from the optics behind the bar, then strode purposefully, bum wiggling, boobs bouncing, down the short corridor and into the bedroom. Richard was sitting on the bed, I handed his drink to him. He took it and downed it in one. I did the same, I was simultaneously confident in my own power over him, but nervous as to how I was going to manage the practicalities of my seduction. I sat on the bed next to him. Our thighs were adjacent; I slid my hand up his leg and could feel the swelling of his cock inside there. I kissed him again, lingering even longer this time. Then I sat back a little and turned away from him. "Richard, would you unzip me, please?" I felt his hand hesitatingly move down as he did just that. I stood up to face him and slid the dress from my arms, allowing it to fall to the floor and stepping out from it. "Now, darling, stand up, let me undress you." It didn't take us long, I really did have some difficulty unfastening buttons with those long nails but very soon indeed Richard was standing before me wearing only his shorts. I really couldn't wait, I pulled them down and looked at, for the very first time, another man's erect penis. 'Richard' wasn't a big man; okay he is tall but not enormously well built, a bit skinny really. I shouldn't have been surprised, hell I really had very little to compare it with but his cock seemed to me to be about the right size, like him it wasn't very wide but it was long. I lowered my mouth to the tip and teased it gently with my lips. There was just a smear of creamy fluid oozing out, I kissed it again, and then I took it right in my mouth. Richard groaned softly, and I sucked harder, taking time to stroke the head occasionally, then before returning to sliding the shaft deeper and deeper inside my mouth. His breathing got heavier, and then his whole body tensed. "Oh my God!" he called out loudly. His cock erupted inside my mouth, far more hot creamy liquid shooting into my mouth than I had imagined would be produced. I almost choked at first, then I swallowed and swallowed, loving the feel of the sticky cum sliding down my throat. He was writhing and bucking as he climaxed, he was obviously having a wonderful time, and so was I. Michael had been right! But I knew there was more to come, I didn't want to stop there, I could feel my own cock straining inside my 'pussy' and hoped it was strong enough to hold me in. I moved up to look at Richard, smiling, satisfied, and kissed him again. "Now for the main feature." I said, reaching my hand down and beginning to tease his balls with my nails. I slid my nylonned thigh up and down his bare leg a few times, his cock reacted! He was very soon erect again, I could tell he was not at all sure about this, about 'performing' again so soon after cumming. "Don't worry, my darling, it'll be all right, remember, I am here to give you pleasure, that's my job. Is that good for you, are you getting horny again? Richard, would you like to fondle my tits? I'd like that, and I'd really love you to fuck me." I looked across. I had been in control. He was as my beck and call. Or at least he had been up to that moment. But something changed, something clicked inside him, he was the man, he was supposed to be the forceful one, I saw him change in front of my eyes. He raised himself up on his left arm and leaned over me, it was him taking the initiative this time. Our lips touched, he backed off just a little and then he came to me, we touched lips again, his slightly parted lips pushed and he kissed me passionately and slid his hand over my bra top. His lips were soft and moist and warm, I wanted him to keep on kissing me. My lips opened, his tongue entered my mouth, I had the impression he wasn't used to French kissing but he learned quickly. Very quickly. My arms reached around his neck and I caressed his shoulders. He pulled me tighter and our kiss became even more arduous as I submitted to his caress As he moved on top of me I could feel his cock between us, I felt it grow as we embraced. I lay on my back, boobs jutting upwards, and lifted my legs into the air. Again I stroked my nylons along his body, this seemed to arouse him even more. I could feel his cock 'in place', our positions seemed to be just right, I was desperate not to give the game away in any way. I relaxed, he began to enter me very slowly, the angle of my false 'cunt' seemed to be very convincing. I remembered my own efforts with Michelle - I had absolutely no idea, it still seemed difficult to believe I had fucked Michael - three times! I felt Richard's cock-head penetrate - that did hurt as he stretched me but there was more feeling inside my arse than I thought. I could feel the thickness of his cock inside me, it had definitely grown since I had last seen it! Then he wriggled - and slid deeper. THAT bit was heaven. He thrust in and out slowly for about 2 minutes, I could feel the excitement building in my 'cunt'. He gently and very slowly continued to slide in and out, the discomfort eased, it was a strange feeling but very comfortable, it all seemed just so natural. He just continued sliding in and out for several minutes as we kissed, he was cooing sweet nothings in my ear all the time. And then he speeded up his thrusting, he was obviously building up to a climax. As he came I pushed my pelvis up and arched my back and groaned, I couldn't help it, and he slid just a little further in and touched something deep inside me, I bucked again and a massive cataclysmic shiver went through my entire body. I could feel his hot sperm gushing up inside me as he reached his orgasm. He was again calling out - and I was too, it was a mind-blowing experience, my very first as a woman and one I shall never forget. After which, not surprisingly, we both collapsed. He slid out of me and lay there, beside me, my first male lover, breathing heavily but with an expression of pure delight on his face. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, smiling. "Richard, my darling, that was so good, really it was. You are a fantastic lover with a beautiful cock, I do so hope you will want to be with me again." Whether I meant it or not at the time I don't know, but in a business sense it seemed the right thing to say. However it may have been a wasted advertisement, his eyes were already closed. I slid out of the bed and grabbed the long thin black negligee, which was hanging beside the door, and crept out and back into the bar. Without asking or seeking any other help I dashed behind the bar and got myself another drink, and again downed it in one. I sat there on the bar stool, satisfied. Sarah crept in and looked towards me. "Well Raelene?" There were a dozen questions in the way she said those two words but I think she could tell the answers to most of them by my expression, and by the only two words I used to reply - 'Fucking fantastic!' 6 - The purchase Michael was right. After that experience, and another look through the accounts the next day with my solicitor I was convinced. Working there would be a dream, and financially I reckoned it could be a little gold-mine. I spent the next week going in and out, watching the team in action, looking and learning, and discussing with Sarah, the senior assistant, salaries and staffing and so on. I saw several clients in action including one pair of regulars, They didn't just 'dress' for their roles, they went all the way with costumes and make-up. It was rather strange watching Superman pick up Lois Lane in the bar and head for the bedroom. When I saw the guy in the red room earlier I would never have imagined he could look so good, Sarah did most of that changeover, she produced a great Lois Lane. On the Friday afternoon all had been sorted, I was there finally to do the last bit of signing. Mr. Williams had all the stuff ready and at about 2 o'clock I became the proud owner of 'Two-way stretch'. Michael set off into town to drop the papers in at the bank and George stayed around to sort out his own papers during the afternoon, I settled in the control room to see what was going on. Then Elaine dashed in. "I'm sorry, I've just had a call from no. 933. He has to go abroad on business unexpectedly, he's very sorry but he can't make it," "Shit!" said Sarah when she heard, looking down at the booking sheet. "Okay, it's no good. Michael will have to do it. It's the busty blonde again, for Farmer John." George explained that Farmer John wasn't really a farmer, well, maybe he was but he just looked like one. He was a regular, but one of the guys who came in every month or so to screw a blonde TV, the 'girl' of his dreams. And there was no shortage of transvestites willing to volunteer to book into the red room and do the job for him. But one had cancelled. "But he'll have to wait, Michael isn't back yet." "Sorry," butted in George "But I said he could go straight home, I thought you said we were going to do 933 on our own, Sarah. Now we haven't a 'woman' here at all for Farmer John." Sarah looked at me. "Unless..." I looked at her. Me? Well, why on earth not? I had enjoyed my previous incarnation as Raelene, could I do it again? Of course I could. My face must have given my enthusiasm away. "I've checked Farmer John's record sheet, it does actually specify blonde or redhead, so you can do the whole Raelene act again. Okay? We won't have to redo the photo-sheet, that will save a little time but we had better get on. Mr. Wood - can you go into the red room and strip off? I can do this in about twenty minutes. Okay?" It took nearer twenty-five but - though I say it myself - I made an even foxier 'Raelene' this time than I had before. Actually it was more down to Sarah then to me, she worked quickly but efficiently - the falsies above and below, the tight undies, red this time, the white 'body' top revealing my more-than-ample boobs, the tight scarlet leather micro- skirt, the fishnets and scarlet stilettos. And the make-up, more extreme this time, deep dark eyes and bright red kiss- me lips. I felt great, and again it must have showed. I teetered into the control room to have a look just as 'Farmer John' was arriving. I almost backed out at that moment. I could see why he had been given that nickname. He was huge! About 6' 4" maybe, and big, very big, very well built and ruddy in complexion. Whatever his job actually was it was something outdoors, he was a very healthy specimen of manhood. I looked apprehensively at Sarah - could I cope? "Don't worry, Raelene, he'll love you, I've made sure of that." I bet she had. I saw Mr. Williams going into the bar with 'John' and showing him my photo-sheet. And I saw the look on his face. I really was still not sure I could live up to his expectations. However, in for a penny... I walked into the bar. "Hi there, glad to see you. Gin and tonic, please, barman." He was a regular customer, obviously, this 'John', within a minute he was sat on a stool right next to mine, his hand on my knee beginning to work its way up under my tiny skirt. I knew I had to slow him down just a little. I reached up behind his head and pulled him down towards me, kissing him hard, trying to begin to get into enjoying the moment. He kissed me back - hard - now I really was enjoying myself, this was really something. And then he picked me up! With one hand round my back under my shoulders, the other behind my knees, he carried me through into the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and before I could make any comment his shirt and pants were off. I gasped - his cock was erect already, and it was big, much bigger than any I had seen in my own limited experience. "Wow, my darling, that looks good. Can I have a taste?" And this time before he could surprise me I was leaning over him on the bed, opened my lips round it, and slid my mouth down onto that enormous cock. Seriously, it wouldn't fit, I reckon I got just over half of it in before it jammed into the back of my throat. Anyway I resisted, gave him a bit of a suck but I wanted to get on with it. I moved off him, lay back and opened my legs. In all my experience since then I have never had such a cock shoved up me, never felt so full, so ecstatically aroused as a man slid back and forth up me, and never been filled so much as he shot his load deep up me. I was shaking as he climaxed, I didn't need to fake anything, it was glorious. I think Sarah knew it too. By the time I had finished in the bathroom, John had gone - I emerged from the bedroom to find Sarah waiting. I strode past her and behind the bar, after all in a few minutes I would own it - and got myself a drink. "Well, Mr. Wood, or rather Raelene, if you can cope with John's organ you can cope with anything!" Too right! "You didn't tell me, his cock is enormous!" "And, go on, what was it like?" "Fucking brilliant!" Sarah grinned at my unintended double-entendre, "Michael was right, you really are a natural at this, Raelene. I can see we're going to have some fun in the months to come." Suddenly the door signal went - I must have seemed rather worried. Sarah got up to get it, calling back as she left. "Don't worry, that's my girlfriend Debbie. I'm off now, are you and George going to lock up? I've got the back-up computer tape, see you Monday." At which, to my surprise she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, really a very girly action. I saw her open the door and again quickly kiss the girl waiting just outside the door. Girlfriend? I had never realised. I had really had enough surprises for that day but it hadn't finished yet. George Williams came in from the control room, holding out a package towards me. "You'd better have this, we always do two backups for the computer data every Friday, just in case of a fire over the weekend or something. So that's it then, in some ways I'll be sorry to see the last of this place but I really am sure it's in good hands. Elaine's gone already, she was desperate to get home and start packing. How about a last drink - sorry, I forgot, you have to change!" Too true, I could hardly go home in fishnets and a negligee, and 6" high heels. I suggested a final drink to George, after all I was paying for it. We chatted for a few minutes, George wouldn't have another, he was due to be driving home. Me? I was still catching a bus to and fro. "Just one thing, George, how did you get into this? I mean this business, it's a bit of a strange set-up isn't it?" "Funny really, my dear." he started to say, then we both realised it was in a sense 'Raelene' he was talking with, maybe it was easier, I don't know, discussing it with a woman. I smiled and put my hand on his. "About twelve years ago, Elaine and I were having a bad time. She had just started to get ill, not seriously then but it affected our - sex life, you know. We just couldn't get it together. Still, we were very happy in other ways, always have been. We went out with a friend of hers from where she was working, just for a drink. Ended up with the three of us in a bar somewhere getting a bit drunk, feeling sorry for ourselves. Anyway this gorgeous brunette was there, asked me for a light, we got chatting, the four of us. Then Elaine asked her friend to drive her home, gave me a look as she suggested it, to say 'go on, go for it, have a good time for once'" He began stroking my hand as he was talking, obviously relieved to get it off his chest. "We went back to her flat, she was really a very sexy looking woman, went straight into the bedroom when I got there, came out wearing a thin baby doll nightie and panties, nothing else. I was really turned on, we started making out, and as I fondled her boobs and got inside her panties - you can guess, can't you?" I had to smile, and couldn't really think what to say, but he continued. "That night I fucked him - twice, it was a revelation. I realised that some guys make better women than women. And maybe there are more than people think." I looked him in the eyes, he was feeling sad at the recollection but I could tell he was relieved to get it off his chest. "Did you tell Elaine?" I just had to ask. "Oh yes, sure, everything. He, or rather she, was one of my first assistants and damn good too. I've been lucky there, lots of good people working with me. Like Michael and Sarah, and the two part-timers, they are all people you can trust. They'll serve you well, Raelene." And it was that final name which did it, as he looked straight at me and called me that, I just had to kiss him. Not aggressively like John or my bank manager, but as tenderly as I could. I slid a hand inside his shirt, feeling his hairy chest, sliding my long-nailed fingers down towards his waist, gently beginning to probe inside his pants. "Look George, this is the last farewell in a sense, you and Elaine off for a new life together. If you would like one final fling... I would be honoured if you would fuck me." He did, and we did, that final time for him, the end of part of his life but the start of a very different part of mine. It was a fitting start, getting screwed by the 'ex- boss'. As he climaxed inside me on the bed I hoped he would be doing the same to Elaine for years to come. "Christ Raelene, thanks for that. I've never had a guy since that one time and to be honest I'm not really sure I have now. That was good, really good. Like I said I know the business is in good hands. I think it's all sorted, you just need to get another assistant, with you coming in for Elaine and me, you need another woman to help out." I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, showing him acres of thigh, and leaned over to give him a final gentle kiss, and of course to show off my tits. "Or another man!" I joked. So it's all go from Monday, the three of us and Carol, the student part-timer who is coming in full time for a few weeks until we find a replacement for Elaine. George had a good send-off, I am pleased I was able to do that for him. I wonder if he will tell Elaine he fucked me? So it's business as usual, I hope the clients keep coming in. Maybe we should advertise. Not in the papers of course but where? On the Internet? Possibly. Maybe by putting something in the sort of place potential clients might look? Maybe they could send me an email? So how about it? Do let me know? How can Two-Way-Stretch best serve you? What would you REALLY like to do? And with whom? Or to whom? I am sure we can accommodate you, we are booked up for a while ahead but I am sure I can fit you in - somehow. Let me know. The end... Or is it?