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Send any comments or suggestions to [email protected] Detective's Blues: Chapter One By Joeshmoe547 Has it been a year already? It seems like only yesterday that I was Bill Richmond, a well-known private investigator in the Washington DC area. My customers where politicians, blue bloods and the well heeled. Today, I'm... well, let me start from the beginning. I was born in the sprawling suburbs of Northern Virginia across the river from the US capitol. My parents were white middle class professionals who sent me to the public schools in the area. I suppose that I had a normal childhood, and I matriculated through high school and a local college with little effort. With a mind towards a career in law enforcement, I had majored in administration of justice. But the untimely death of my parents in an automobile accident forced me to reconsider. After having Mom and Pop foot the bill for so long, I found myself in need of a job, and fast. Through friends, I found work at a number of small P.I. firms in the city, and found that I liked it. After working for others for a few years, I opened my own office in downtown DC. I made good money solving problems for the bigwigs in our nation's capitol. My professional specialties were dirty tricks and digging dirt, and I earned a reputation for efficiency and silence. As the years passed, my business grew to include five investigators and several full time office personnel. If asked to describe myself, I would say that I stood six feet two inches, with dark hair and blue eyes. I weighed in at about 195, and was in very good athletic shape due to my frequent visits to the gym. I rarely had trouble finding a date, being a handsome and likable rogue. Looking back, in hindsight I realize that where women were concerned, I tended to be a rather horny and conniving individual. I was rarely faithful, and always looking for someone new. When it came time to conduct interviews for office workers, I would attempt to fill the positions with young, attractive females. I was so busy in my professional life that I rarely had time to hit the singles bars. I figured if I couldn't go to where the girls were, I'd bring them to me. My strategy paid off. I managed to develop relationships with four secretaries and an accounts payable girl in the past five years, none of which lasted. For one reason or another the last relationship had gone sour, and once again I was forced to look for more help. That was when Janet Washington decided to walk into my life. Janet answered a want ad I had placed in the paper. She was an incredibly desirable African American beauty with a face like an angel, a tight dancer's body and a firm set of D- cup tits. When she arrived for the interview, I found myself lost myself in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and I longed to touch her flawless mocha colored skin. For her job interview she had worn a conservative skirt and blouse, but the way she filled it out made me want to howl at the moon. As I made small talk and reviewed her application, a pup tent appeared in my trousers. I knew that she would be perfect for the job. Luckily, I found that she could also type and take shorthand. She started the next day, and I soon found that she was difficult game to bag. She worked for me for three long months, during which time I strove to befriend her. She remained cold and distant, refusing any offers of lunch or after work drinks from me. It was almost as if she disliked me. I had heard rumors that she might be seeing James, one of my investigators, but that didn't bother me. I didn't want to marry her; I only wanted to get laid. I was not used to receiving the cold shoulder from the fairer sex. Of the four young ladies who had been my secretary before her, all had fallen into my arms within the first few days. The fact that she was resisting my advances only made me want her more. I would see her five days a week and be forced to constrain myself to a "business only" relationship. The sexual tension was so thick that I could have cut it with a knife. But being a business owner with a lot on the line, I was not one to force the issue. The last thing I needed was a sexual harassment suit. My conceit made me wonder why she avoided me. My first thought was that she might have a problem with the race thing. Or perhaps she had a steady boyfriend. Someone she felt faithful to. There were endless possibilities, so when I arrived at work on that fateful Monday, I decided to find out the truth. As soon as I sat down at my desk, I called Janet over the intercom and asked her to send for James. James Arlington was my star investigator. He was a thirty- year-old ex-cop who started working for me about three years ago. He was one of the few people I trusted. About an inch shorter than my six foot two, he weighed in at about 210 pounds of muscle. He was a dark complexioned black man who always wore expensive suits and shoes. He came through the door and sat down in the chair across from me. "James, I've got an important assignment for you." Slouching back in his chair, he replied, "Sure boss, what's up?" "It pertains to what we discussed last Friday." "The leak?" he replied. "You really think that an inside person is leaking our confidential info?" He looked over his shoulder to make sure the door was shut. "I've got my suspicions, but I'm not sure how or by who it's being done." I reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a list I had prepared the night before. I then took my pen and added Miss Washington's name at the top. "Here's a list of the people I want information on: their movements, their friends, and their hangouts. If you can, find financial information as well. Who they owe money to, and how much." He looked at the list and whistled. "You don't trust many people, do you?" I smiled and replied, "No, I don't. Start with Miss Washington and work your way down the list. I'll expect your first report in a day or two." James nodded and left my office. I had no reason to suspect Janet was involved with the cloak and dagger stuff that had been going on. I just needed to get a handle on her so I could figure her out. After James had left, I sat and racked my brains, trying to figure out who the traitor could be. Over the last few weeks, small tidbits of information that only my clients or myself should have known about had been appearing in the newspaper. I had been fielding phone calls from some rather nervous customers with skeletons in their closets and too much to lose if the truth got out. To take my mind off of my troubles, I did some paper work and reviewed the books until lunchtime rolled around. On my way out, I passed Janet's desk and on a whim I asked her to lunch. I expected her usual quick and curt refusal, but I knew that persistence sometimes pays off. Instead of the brush off, I was surprised when she accepted. "I'd love to go to lunch with you, Bill!" she said with unusual enthusiasm. "What is up with her?" I wondered. "Why is she being so nice all of a sudden?" Instead of using my head, I let my dick do my thinking for me. She rose from her chair to show that once again she was wearing the kind of clothing on her curvy body that made most healthy males have to adjust themselves inside their shorts. Today she wore a sleeveless blouse that displayed her ample cleavage, tucked inside a mini skirt that hugged her ass. "Usually I watch my figure, but today I am willing to risk a few calories," said Janet. "Are you buying?" "It's on me!" I said, and off we went to a favorite dive of mine. The name of this dive was Sam's, an Italian joint in Northwest Washington. I'm well known there and usually my entrance didn't raise any eyebrows. With Janet in tow, however, all eyes seemed to follow us. My usual waiter seated us. He gave me a secret smile of congratulations as he held Janet's seat. We talked, and at my suggestion we ordered a bottle of wine. After we'd had a few glasses, I could tell that she was loosening up. She told me of her family home in southern Virginia, her hopes and her dreams. Luckily for me, a boyfriend was never mentioned. She talked more during this lunch break than she had during the last three months. "Bill", she said "If I'd have known that you were so down to earth I would have gone to lunch with you sooner." I looked down her cleavage and had some downright earthy thoughts, all right. The check came and I paid it. We rose to go, and Janet seemed a bit unsteady from the wine, wobbling on her extra high heels. Being the gentleman that I am, I offered her my arm and thought about how I could best take advantage of the situation. I helped her into my car and off we sped to my condo in Georgetown. When she asked why, I told her that I had to pick up something there before we could return to the office. As we sped through the city, I had a hard time keeping an eye on the road with this gorgeous woman sitting next to me. Around M Street I decided that the time had come to make my move. I put my hand on her thigh as she flirted with me. She covered my hand with hers. The next time we stopped at a light I leaned towards her and kissed her. My tongue dipped between her teeth and I lost myself in her mouth. A horn honking behind us brought me back to reality and I continued on towards my home. We continued to kiss and pet at every stop light on the way. Janet must have been as hot as I was because she could not keep her hands off of me, caressing and stroking my cock through my pants. The contact through my pants was not enough for her, so she pulled down the zipper and reached into the opening. I pulled into the parking garage, turned off the engine, and kissed my companion deeply as she slowly stroked my cock inside my pants. I reverently ran my hands over the body I had only dreamed of for the last three months. I unbuttoned her blouse and cupped her large, firm breasts, pinched her fat nipples, and bent my head to take them in my mouth. I heard her let out a moan that caused my dick to get even harder, if that was possible. "C'mon honey, let's take it upstairs," said Janet "I want to get naked!" Never one to argue with a lady, I hastily adjusted my clothing and helped her from the car. We hurried to my apartment, holding each other close. Once inside, we slowly stripped each other, reveling in the feel of skin on skin. She proved to be a most skillful lover, using her mouth, hands and body to drive me wild. I in turn could not get enough, mounting and riding my new conquest several times before we both fell asleep in utter exhaustion. I awoke to a splitting headache and a strong urge to vomit. I somehow stifled the urge and lay back in pain. The room was dark, indicating that I had slept the day away. I rubbed my eyes and swore I would never drink at lunchtime again. I suddenly thought of Janet and the sex we had before I had conked out. I slowly rolled my head to the side to avoid jostling my aching head. The bed beside me was empty. I turned my head the other way, and saw in the shaft of light coming from the window that her clothes still lay where I had dropped them. Too tired and sick to continue, I lay back and drifted off to sleep again. When I awoke again, the morning sun was filtering into my bedroom. I again thought of last afternoon. It was unlike me to pass out like I had. I rolled out of bed and stretched, feeling somewhat off balance and strange. I turned around to look at myself in the mirror and could not believe my eyes. There before me in the mirror stood Janet. I put my hand to my face and felt her features as I looked at my new brown eyes in the mirror. I was nude, and as I gazed in astonishment, I noticed that I also wore the same earrings that she had worn the day before. My brain slowly began to analyze the scene before me. It appeared that I was in Janet's body, but all logic said that it was impossible. I pinched myself, but I failed to wake up. I tried in vain to shake the cobwebs from my mind. To keep on top of my rushing tidal wave of fear, my mind focused in on the facts. The clothes I had been wearing were not here, but the clothes that Janet had been wearing were. I had to assume that she had left in my body, wearing my clothes. I sat down. My mind shook, and I tried to nail it down so the winds of this bizarre reality wouldn't blow it away. I sucked in air in great gasps, quickly at first, but as I calmed down I was able to slow my breathing. My head stopped spinning and I tried to think again. I got up and paced about the room, but my thoughts were too fragmented to allow any coherent thinking. My breasts wobbling from side to side as I paced did not help my thought process either. I could smell the scent of sex that my vagina exuded, and, for want of something better to do, I decided to shower my new body. I walked to the bathroom in a daze, feeling as if I was caught inside an old episode of the twilight zone. My image in the bathroom mirror seemed both frightening and titillating. I looked closer, still finding it hard to believe. I saw before me a beautiful woman with large firm breasts, a thin waist and curvy hips. Her dark skin was flawless. Out of curiosity I stepped on the scale next to the sink. The dial spun to one hundred and ten pounds. It was quite a difference from my former weight of nearly two hundred pounds. I ran the water in the shower until it was warm, then stepped in. The hot water was a reminder that I was indeed awake. I took the cake of soap from the soap holder and lathered up my hands. I watched my soft feminine hands run over my dark, silky skin. I hefted my large breasts and lathered them well, paying special attention to my now very sensitive nipples. I ran my hands down over my flat, taut stomach to my vagina. Remembering how many times I had screwed it last night, I soaped and rinsed well. I enjoyed the sensations that arose as I scrubbed my new sex. As I explored my new body, I thought about the possible ways she may have switched with me, but none of them made sense. I had to find her and get my body back, no matter what. I stepped from the shower and dried off, then walked nude back into the bedroom on the floor where the clothes she had worn last night. A bra, thong panties, a sleeveless blouse and a miniskirt lay in a pile. I looked in my closet but realized my male clothes would not do. The only clothes that would fit me were the clothes that Janet had left behind. I lifted her clothes and to my surprise her purse lay beneath them. I slowly reached down and picked it up. Sitting down on the bed, I opened it to reveal a rich trove of clues. Inside I found makeup, two separate sets of house keys, several business cards, a cell phone, two hundred dollars cash, credit cards, driver's license, and a small stack of Polaroids. The driver's license gave an address in the swanky and very upscale area of McLean, Virginia. Janet would never be able to live in such an area on the salary that I had been paying her. The business cards were from a beauty salon, a dry cleaner and Good Guys, a strip club on Wisconsin Avenue. The Polaroid photos were an eye opener. There were twelve of them in all. The first four showed Janet using her mouth to give wet, sloppy blowjobs to four very different and very large penises. Janet had been very good at oral sex, I recalled. For some reason the pictures made my mouth water. The next six showed her being fucked in a number of different positions. The men's bodies and cocks were visible, but the heads where cut off. The races of the men varied, but they all had several things in common. They were well built, and well hung. After looking and comparing, I determined she was having sex with about four to five different men. The last two showed Janet eating an unknown woman's pussy. "She goes both ways", I mused. Armed with a wealth of new knowledge about my quarry, my mind seemed to settle down and I concentrated on the task of getting my body back. I looked in the mirror by the bed again, and saw Janet looking back at me. "Impersonating Janet is probably the best way to dig for more information," I mused. "It might even be the only way." The clock caught my eye, showing it to be 8:45. Janet Washington was due at work by 9:30. I usually showed up around the same time. There was a good chance that Janet might attempt to impersonate me at my office. A good chance to confront her about this! A plan of action in my mind, I donned her thong underwear. The feeling of the thong between the cheeks of my ass was a little disconcerting. I struggled for few minutes trying to fit my massive boobs into the bra, then pulled on the blouse. I stepped into her skirt and pulled it up over my hips. I tucked the blouse into the skirt and zipped it up. My ass and legs felt exposed, but there was nothing I could do about it. My huge male clothes would not fit my now slim, petite form. I looked myself over in the mirror and saw only Janet, the piece of ass that I had drooled over for three months. I hoped that when I got to the office no one would notice that Janet was wearing the same clothes twice. I looked for my keys, but they were gone. She must have grabbed them. Which meant that she had taken the car as well. I found my spares in case I found the car or I needed to get back in my apartment. I looked dubiously at her high heels. "I don't want to wear them, but I can't walk into the office barefoot", I thought as I stepped into them. I buckled the thin straps around my ankles and stood up. I wobbled at first but soon caught on as I strutted around the room for practice. Walking by the mirror, I noticed how the heels forced me to shove my chest out if I stood up straight. Satisfied that I could pass on the street, I called for a taxi and went down to the corner to await its arrival. I was somewhat nervous when it came time to actually walk out the door. I had a strange feeling that every one would notice that I wasn't really a woman. But I shouldn't have worried. Normally as a male nobody noticed when I walked out into the street. But now, as a twenty-year-old woman with a body built like the proverbial brick shit house, I literally stopped traffic! The men walking or driving by all seemed to slow and ogle me with sheer unadulterated lust, and the women tended to eye me with disapproving or jealous glances. I felt exposed, dressed as I was in Janet's rather scanty attire. I slowly made my way to the corner, avoiding eye contact. Thankfully, my taxi soon arrived and whisked me away from the staring eyes. As I was driven to work, my mind worked full tilt. I would have to keep the body swap a secret. Quite frankly, I would doubt the sanity of any one who would tell a story similar to mine. So I would have to pretend that I was Janet until I could convince her to swap back. The cab came to a stop outside the office, and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. As I did, my mini rose up and exposed a lot of leg. A man walking by on the sidewalk grinned and winked. Embarrassed, I pulled my skirt down. Women's clothes were going to take some getting used to. I bent over and handed the cabby his money. I noticed he did not look at my face, but down at my chest. I ruefully recalled how I too had enjoyed leering at Janet when I was a man. I walked inside the building and smiled to the guard sitting at the desk who seemed to recognize me. I rode the elevator to my floor, said good morning to several of my employees, and clocked in as if I was actually Janet. I headed straight to my office to confront that sneaky bitch. I marched into my office, but no one was there. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. I had no game plan and no idea how I could force her to switch us back, let alone how she had done it. I wandered out into the next room to Janet's desk, deep in thought. Should I remain at work and attempt to imitate Janet while I waited for her in my body, or should I follow other leads? I decided it would be best to stick around for a while, and see if anything developed. Sitting at Janet's desk, I eyed the piles of paper waiting to be filed. I never did like to do menial office work. If I did not find my body soon I might be stuck doing an awful lot of it! Spotting a hand written note next to the phone, I unfolded it and read it with astonishment. The note was addressed to Janet, in my handwriting. The date and time on the corner indicated it was written just one hour earlier. The note read: Dear Janet, I have decided to leave town for a few days. Let everyone know that I should be back by Friday at the latest. Have fun while I'm gone, Bill Gone until Friday? What in the hell was I going to do in this body until Friday? And where did she get off using my name? Just then James popped his head around the corner. "Hey, beautiful, the bossman in?" Forcing a smile, I replied, "Gone until Friday, honey!" At this news, James smiled broadly and walked around my desk. He leaned his muscular frame against the edge next to my chair and took my hand in his. "That's the best news I've heard all morning." he purred. He bowed his head and touched his lips to the back of my hand. His touch sent tingles shooting up my arm. I pulled my hand away and thought, "Why would that make him happy?" as I nervously tried to smile in a friendly manner. He interrupted my thoughts when he rose to his feet and said, "How's about giving me a hand with the Xerox machine in the copier room, would you? I can't seem to get it to work." 'Since when was Janet a copier repair person?' I thought to myself. 'I'd better play along with him, I can't reveal that I'm his boss until I am sure I can trust him.' I shoved the note into my purse, shoved the purse into the drawer and arose. James let out a whistle. "You're looking positively scrumptious as usual." His eyes roamed up and down my body, undressing me in his mind. My face and body flushed red hot with embarrassment, but luckily James couldn't tell due to my now dark skin. I looked into James's handsome face as he smiled at me and felt butterflies in my stomach. Funny, I'd never really thought of James as attractive until now. As I followed him to the copy room, I couldn't help but notice his fit, athletic body. 'I bet he's got a buff body under those clothes,' I thought to myself. 'I wonder what he looks like naked?' Funny thoughts were running through my mind and I did not like where they were leading. James led the way down the hall and held the door to the copier room open for me like a true gentleman. "Ladies first." said James with a smile. "What was the problem?" I asked as I stood before the copier, eyeing the buttons and flashing lights. I almost jumped out of my skin when James came up behind me, grabbed me by my waist and pressed his body tight against mine. I was trapped between James and the copier. His hands roamed over my body, sliding up underneath of my blouse. "I think I was just too tense to work it properly," he whispered as his lips began kissing their way up my neck. "I was hoping you could help me to relax." His hands reached my breasts and first cupped, then kneaded them. This was the most bizarre experience of my life. Another man was kissing and fondling me! Even worse, I found that I was enjoying it. His kisses and his rough handling of my breasts seemed to send electric shocks through my body. 'Holy shit!' I thought to myself, 'If I tell James that I'm not Janet, he will think that I'm nuts! Maybe I can reason with him.' "James," I gasped, vainly looking for a way out, "someone is going to catch us in here." "No way, sweetness," he replied. "I locked the door and we both know that the only person who uses this room first thing in the morning is either your boss or us." To my dismay, I realized that this obviously was not the first time that Janet had helped James with the copier. His lips kissed their way up from the nape of my neck and headed in the direction of my ear. When his tongue entered my ear, my knees weakened and I leaned back against him for support. "Oh, James..." was all I could think to say as his hands and lips stoked a fire in me. His hands flipped up my top and quickly unsnapped the front fastener of my bra. His hands took full advantage of my partial nudity, pinching and pulling my nipples and causing me to moan as they became erect. He ground his crotch against me, and I could feel his cock rising and hardening against my lower back. All of the erotic stimulation was making it hard to think, but the thought of what he probably wanted to do with his erection roused me from my trance. I summoned what little will power I had left and turned to face him. "James," I said, "I don't thin..." The rest was cut off as James's mouth descended on mine and his tongue reached deep into my mouth. My erect nipples rubbed against the material of his shirt as his strong arms crushed me against his chest. My lips, at first stiff, slowly softened until I was welcoming the tongue stroking into my mouth. My arms wound around his neck and I could feel my vagina become hot and wet. Way in the back of my mind, alarm bells were going off, but my body overrode all resistance. I was on fire, and I probably would have agreed to anything that James suggested. I sucked his tongue as I ran my fingers through his hair. Pulling his lips from mine, James grabbed me by my thin waist and set me on the copier. This placed my breasts at eye level with his face, and he wasted no time in taking my nipples into his mouth. He sucked on one, then the other. Impossibly, my vagina felt even wetter than before. He kissed his way down my belly, hiked up my skirt and pulled off my thong. I spread my legs to allow him better access, and he took full advantage. He bathed my pussy with his tongue, licking the lips and pushing deep inside. Then he moved to my clitoris. I moaned as his tongue rasped over my clit, and I dug my nails into his strong shoulders. He continued to concentrate on the little nub, licking it over and over until he drove me over the edge. I screamed as I came, grabbing his head and holding it where I needed it to be. I slowly came back to earth and released my death grip on James's head. He stopped the tongue action and arose and embraced me again, slowly kissing my lips as I recovered from my orgasm. And what an orgasm! It had felt so good I'd thought I was going to pass out. I'd never experienced that kind of pleasure in my male body. James helped me down from the copier, then pulled over a chair from the corner. He undid his belt and pants, slipped them down around his ankles, and sat down. "My turn, sweetness," he said with a grin. His cock was big, black and thick. In my male body I had been proud of my eight-inch salute, but James appeared to sport an extra inch. I hesitated. Being on the receiving end of oral sex from a man was fine, but giving it? Then I looked closer. I had seen his cock before! His cock was one of the lucky four receiving a blowjob in the Polaroids! My mind was turning so fast I was surprised James did not see smoke coming from my ears. James probably knew things about Janet and her past that would be helpful in finding her. If I refused to give him head, he would probably become angry and refuse to talk with me. But if I did, he would be happy, contented, and primed to pump for information. James interrupted my thoughts when he said, "Come on baby, you've never teased me like this before! Why start now?" 'You're a man!' my conscience pleaded with me. 'You are definitely not gay, don't do it!' My borrowed body seemed to think otherwise. My knees seemed to bend of their own accord, and my mouth began to water at the thought of what I was about to do. 'No,' I reasoned with myself, 'I'm not gay. I'm a woman, and I'll remain one until I can find Janet and somehow force her to change back. No matter how distasteful this might be, I've got to do it!' I knelt before James, placing my hands on his knees. I looked closely at his cock; I couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was. Capped with a large mushroom head, crisscrossed with veins and throbbing with life, I wanted to worship it like a pagan idol. I slid my hands up his hard muscled thighs. When I reached his groin, one hand went high and grabbed the shaft while the other went low to heft his sizable balls. My fingers just barely reached around his fat cock, and he moaned as I began to stroke it up and down. Incredibly, it got thicker and harder, and a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. I tentatively licked the velvety crown and tasted him. It was salty and delicious. The task that I had thought would be disgusting instead was turning out to be delightful. I had never dreamed of sucking a cock before, but at that moment I wanted it more than anything. I wasn't too sure how to go about it, so I tried to recall what I had liked as a man. I proceeded to slowly lick and kiss every square inch of his cock, savoring his taste as I coated him with my saliva. His balls I gave special attention to, sucking them into my mouth and weighing them with my tongue. His moans and groans were music to my ears. What I lacked in experience I made up for with enthusiasm. Finally I left his balls and engulfed his dick in my warm, wet mouth. I sucked as hard as I could as I worked my lips up and down, up and down. James really must have been tense. After just a few minutes of lip service, he groaned and his cock jetted ropes of sperm into my mouth. I swallowed thickly several times before he was finished. I licked up a few stray drops that had dripped into his pubic hair. Reluctantly I released my grip on the shaft and watched as it shrank down to normal size. James smiled down at me on my knees and whispered, "That was incredible as always!" I rose to my feet and smiled back at James as once again I attempted to fit the cups of the bra around my boobs. As I struggled with my bra, James pulled up his pants and refastened them. He then he stooped, gathered up my panties and shoved them in his pocket. "Hey, I need those!" I protested. But James grinned and ducked out the door saying, "I gotta run some errands for the bossman, babe! I'll keep these for you!" I was left alone with my thoughts as I finished adjusting my clothing. Needless to say, I was somewhat perturbed at the ease with which James had seduced me. I had always been secure in my sexuality, knowing that it was women, not men that I had been attracted to. But I had just found that my sexual preferences had taken a one hundred and eighty-degree turn. I had truly enjoyed some hot and nasty sex with another man, and I was worried about how this would affect me if I ever managed to regain my manhood. I couldn't deny that I found James to be attractive, and deep down inside I wished that he had fucked me as well. As I slowly walked back to my desk with my mind in a state of utter confusion, it dawned on me that James had gotten away before I could ask him any questions. But that was all right. Tomorrow or the next day he would return with a report on Janet for his boss, Bill Richmond. I would make sure to look at it after he put it on my desk. I sat down and pulled my purse from the drawer. I pulled out the Polaroids and thumbed through them again. I stopped at the one of James' now familiar dick getting blown by Janet. My mouth started to water again as I turned it over and wrote JAMES on the back. Funny. I looked closer at the name I had just written and realized I had somehow used her handwriting. I pulled out the note she had left me and saw that she had used mine. Our hand writing style seemed stuck to the body it originated in. Looking at the stack of photos, I realized with a sinking feeling that I had inherited her boyfriends as well. And I probably would be reenacting each photo at a later time if I did not find Janet and swap back soon. I could justify having sex with other men as a means to getting my body back, but how was I going to be able to face myself in the mirror once I was a man again? I had to do something to take my mind off of my problems, so I started to file the mountain of papers on Janet's desk. It took about an hour to put them all away, after which I had nothing else to do. With Janet out of town in my body, there wasn't much for me to do here in hers. I had always kept her busy typing letters and depositions before the tables had turned. Out of boredom I began to go through the drawers of her desk. Nothing caught my attention until I pulled open the bottom drawer. Inside I found a rack of birth control pills and a box of edible underwear. Cherry flavored. I slipped the pills into my purse, then giggled as I pulled out the box to look inside. Jackpot! I reached inside and pulled out an address book. I flipped through it and scanned the names, addresses and numbers. I didn't recognize any of the names except James'. However, the address on her driver's license was identical to the one under the name of "Charlie." That address was in McLean. That reminded me. I knew that Janet could not afford to live in McLean with the small chunk of change I paid her, so I wondered if maybe she had changed her address before she came to work here. I slipped the address book into my purse as well and went into my office to open the safe. I kept a large fireproof safe in my office to hold my confidential files, petty cash, guns; anything I did not want my employee's to see. I opened the safe and gasped when I saw that all of my confidential files where missing. The employee files were still there, so I reached in and grabbed Janet's. In her application, Janet gave an address in Alexandria. I wrote down the address and replaced the file where I found it. I eyed the three handguns hanging from pegs on one side of my safe, but decided against it. I certainly did not want to harm my body, and Janet did not have a license to carry a handgun. It would be very hard to switch back while in jail. I was really starting to dislike Janet at this point. She had stolen my body, but now that she had those files, she could ruin my reputation as well. Some of those files had evidence that might even put me in jail for a good stretch. I started to wonder who Janet really was. Was she working by herself or for someone else? And for that matter, how had the body swap itself taken place? It seemed like magic, but there must be a scientific explanation for it. I wracked my brains to recall what had happened, but the night was a blur. The questions bubbled up in an unending flow. The trouble was, I had no answers for them. I closed and locked the safe. I felt a rumbling in my stomach and glanced at the clock. It read 12:15. Time for lunch,' I thought. 'I don't think the boss would mind if I took the rest of the day off, especially since I'm the boss!' I knew that there had to be some sort of clue at her place, and hanging around the office was producing nothing. I clocked out and grabbed Janet's address and my purse. I stopped at the bathroom on my way out to relieve myself. After peeing and patting myself dry, I pulled my skirt back down and washed my hands. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed that James had given me a hickey on my neck. I also noticed that I had not used any cosmetics since becoming Janet. If I was going to continue masquerading as Janet, I was going to have to wear make up just like she had. I reached into my purse for the lipstick, and spent the next few minutes or so fussing with my lips. I found that I enjoyed applying the lipstick, as well as how it made me look. I wasn't too sure what to do with the mascara or blush, so I didn't try. I exited the office and headed towards the deli downstairs. The owner's face lit up when he saw me enter. "Janet!" He cried. "Good to see you! Do you want the usual?" I probably stared at him for a second like an idiot because this guy was always surly and short with me whenever my male self had come in. It was like a new person worked here now. I recovered nicely though, and replied, "You got it, Pete." He tried to make small talk as he prepared my food, but his eyes rarely met mine. Instead, he talked to my breasts. It felt a little weird to have ugly old Pete stare at my body like that. A bit perturbed, I took my food and paid for it. As I left, I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my mini skirt. I walked to the metro station, bought a fair card and settled down with my food to wait for the next train. I opened the bag and was disappointed to find a small salad and a piece of fruit. This was her usual? No wonder she stayed so thin. I ate it even though I would have preferred a steak and cheese. My train came and I got on board. As it was still early, I was able to find a seat. Across from me was a middle-aged businessman reading the newspaper. He kept eyeing me over the paper. It took a while for me to notice that he was staring between my legs. Too late, I remembered that girls should keep their legs together when wearing a mini skirt, especially if they are not wearing panties. I crossed my legs and looked away, feeling my body flush with embarrassment. Finally my stop came and I disembarked. The address was several blocks away, so I wearily walked the last leg in my high heels. My feet were killing me. How do women do this? The address matched a small town house in the center of old town. I looked through the window by the front door, but didn't not see any sign of life. I reached into my purse and grabbed the two sets of keys left by Janet. I used the most likely key between the two pairs and was rewarded when the door opened. I stepped inside and quickly shut the door. "Is anybody home?" I called out. Silence was the only reply. I wondered through the first floor of the two-story townhouse. Standard kitchen, laundry room and living room. The only notable feature was the expensive stereo system in the entertainment center. I walked up the stairs and found the only bathroom, and two bedrooms. The master bedroom had the standard bedroom furniture along with a king size bed with mirrors above and behind it. On the night table next to the bed was a framed picture of a smiling couple. The man was handsome and fit, with blonde hair cut in a military style. The young woman was very pretty, with long dark hair. "These must be Janet's roomies," I said to myself. I walked into the other bedroom and looked around. A queen sized four poster bed sat in the middle of the room, made up with a hot pink comforter and pink satin sheets. On the side of the bed was a nightstand and the dressing table stood near the closet. I walked to the closet and opened the door. Inside her walk in closet where row after row of outfits. I slowly looked through them and decided that Janet must be an exhibitionist at heart, because almost every out fit was revealing in some way. Short skirts, short shorts, low cut tops and belly shirts. The girl did not like to cover up. I picked out a few items and held them against me as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was tempted to try them on, but there was more to look at first. I pulled out the drawers of the dressing table and found lingerie. Lots of it. I saw bras, panties, stockings, garter belts, and many other pieces that I could not name. Underneath of all the silky clothing I discovered a pile of pictures. These were not Polaroids. These were nine by ten glossy prints made by a professional. In these photos Janet had her clothes on. Well, some of them anyway. The photos showed Janet dancing in a number of different racy outfits on a spotlight lit stage. It appeared to be a strip club. Some of the pictures showed men shoving dollar bills in her panties, bra and garter. 'Great!' I thought. 'Not only am I in a woman's body, but that woman is a total bimbo! What have you done to me, Janet?' I threw myself down on the bed and pushed my face into the pillow, wishing that I had never met Janet Washington. I could feel tears of self-pity welling up in my eyes, which soon spilled out onto Janet's pillow. I had hoped that there might be something here that would give me some insight into Janet's life and the people in it, but so far I had drawn a blank. Wiping my eyes on the back of my hand, I turned my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. It read 2:30. If Janet's roommates had normal jobs, they would be home in two or three hours. Then I noticed the small red book lying next to the clock. It was bound with silk or satin, and on the front cover the fancy gold letters read "My Diary". My hand shook as I picked up the book. I opened it and a small piece of paper fell out. I picked up the paper and unfolded it. The note was in Janet's handwriting. Dear Bill, If you are reading this, then the swap was a success and you have shown you have the smarts and resourcefulness that I thought you might have. I kept this diary for myself, but I realized that it might be of use to you. I hate to leave you completely in the dark. Enjoy! Love, Janet "You bitch!" I thought. I opened the book to the first page and started reading. The diary started about two years ago, and was updated every two to three days. It detailed the people in her life, the relationships she had with them and, of course, the sex. She liked to have sex, and seemed to go through a lot of boy friends. She also went through a few girlfriends as well. According to her diary, before she started working for me, she lived with a person named Charlie and someone she referred to only as Mr. H. The diary did not go into great detail, but I could surmise that they had a falling out. She had moved in with her new roommates around the same time that she started working for me. I also discovered that she had met James and had sex with him on her first day at my office. The entire time I had been lusting after her, she had been banging James on a daily basis. I wished I had faces to connect to the names, but I could only use my imagination. As I read the book, the stress of the day had its effect on me and my eyelids became heavy. I closed my eyes for only a moment and I fell asleep. I dreamed that I was in a car with James. It was pitch black and we seemed to be driving in the country. I was in Janet's body, dressed in short shorts and a halter-top. He suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road and pulled behind some trees, away from eyesight of the road. "We're alone now, honey." he said. "You promised you would take care of me if I bought you dinner." With that, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I shrieked and opened the door, trying to get away, but he was to fast. He grabbed me by the arm and... I awoke with a start. It was pitch black inside the room, and I wasn't sure what had awakened me. Then I felt a jerk as my left arm was pulled over my head and tied. I tried to resist but my thin feminine arms were too weak. Whoever it was grabbed my other arm and easily pulled it up and tied it to the bed as well. I suspected my assailant was male from his strength. I pulled at the restraints in a futile effort to get away. "Who's there?" I cried. "What do you want?" I heard him laugh, and I could hear his clothing whisper as he moved. My eyes tried to penetrate the dark, but I could only rely on sound and touch. He grabbed my shirt and cut it from my body, then did the same with my bra. I was badly frightened, and pleaded with my captor to release me. He chuckled, then finally replied, "I don't think so, honey." I didn't recognize his voice, but I could feel the menace in his tone. His hands grabbed the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down my hips and off. "Please", I pleaded, "I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me!" His hands looped another restraint around my left ankle, then used it to pull my leg up and back. He did the same with the other leg, leaving my legs spread wide, and my vagina open and available. "I won't hurt you, sweetie." he said. "I just want a little of that sugar you've been keeping under your skirt." I heard the sound of a zipper, then heard his clothes hitting the floor. I felt the bed sag under his weight as he climbed on. He knelt between my spread legs and ran his strong hands over my body. He started at my hips and ran them up over my thin waist to my chest. I couldn't help but shiver with pleasure as he pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples. "Please don't!" I begged, but he laughed and took my left nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked until my nipple pointed straight up at the ceiling, then switched to the right. As frightened as I was, I was started to get hot. His hand ran up my leg and began to play with my pussy. He noticed I was wet, and released my nipple from his mouth to say, "You little slut, you're hot and ready to go. I can't wait to stick my dick in you." I could only moan as he inserted first one finger inside of me, then two. I had never felt any thing like what his fingers where doing to me. The feeling of them penetrating me was incredible. He proceeded to stroke them in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb. He returned his lips to my breasts, alternating between my nipples. His lips kissed their way down my belly, stopping only to stick his tongue in my navel. He reached my pubic area, and despite my fear, I desperately wanted him to eat me as James had done this morning. He must have read my thoughts, because his tongue began to lick my split, delving deep inside. James had been good, licking me to a robust orgasm. This man was fantastic. As he ate me, all I could do was hold onto the ropes tying me to the bed. I could feel my orgasm approaching, starting small then building, higher and higher until it crashed down on top of me. I heard myself scream as I pulled at the restraints. As I lay in the afterglow, my unknown intruder straddled my chest and laid his penis across my face. "Suck it, bitch!" he growled. He didn't have to ask me twice. I found the head with my lips and slurped it into my mouth. "That's it, sweetie. Make my cock good and wet. I want it to slide right up inside of you!" He said this as his hips began to move, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. I savored the flavor of his penis, and secretly wished that he would finish where he was. But he pulled from my mouth with a pop, and positioned himself between my legs. I wanted him to fuck me so bad it hurt. "Beg for it!" he said. I hesitated, not wanting to appear eager. I was, after all, a man in a woman's body. But the intruder had other ideas. He brought the head of his penis against my clitoris and began to rub back and forth against it, sending shock waves through my body. My willpower evaporated. "Please fuck me!" I whined. "I need it so bad!" I felt his penis bump against my vagina's lips, and then he fed it through them and inside of me. My eyes must have been as wide as saucers as I felt for the first time my internal tissues stretching to accommodate his large male member. I let out a groan as he began to stroke deeper and deeper. Finally he was all the way inside of me, his pubic bone resting on my clitoris. His lips found mine, and we kissed as his hips began to rise and fall. His tongue reached far into my mouth as his penis rhythmically thrust deep inside. The grinding motion seemed to set off fireworks inside of me, and I fought my restraints in an attempt to wrap my arms and legs around him as my hips rose to meet his every stroke. His large male form pinned me to the mattress, and his chest squashed my breasts between us as he pumped his long, hard cock into me. I started to cum, and the peak seemed to go on forever as he continued to grind his cock into me. My clutching vagina must have gripped his penis like a hand in a velvet glove, because my unknown lover couldn't hold out any longer. He grunted as he unloaded his semen deep inside of me. I could feel his penis jerk as he flooded me with his sperm. I lay beneath him, shattered. Never had sex ever been as incredibly pleasurable when I was a man. It seemed as if all my affairs from my past had suddenly paled in comparison to the sex I had been getting during this strange day. After resting for a moment, he pulled out his shrinking penis and straddled my chest again. "Clean it off with your mouth," he said as he laid his wet cock on my face. I obediently opened my mouth and worshipped his cock with my tongue. When he was satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned it, he got off of the bed and walked over to the lamp. With a click, the room was flooded in light. For the first time I could see him. He stood about six feet tall, with a beautiful tanned body that a Greek god would have been proud of. I pulled my eyes from his penis and looked up at his face. I gasped. This wasn't a burglar or a rapist; this was Janet's roommate! I searched my memory for the name that I had read in Janet's diary. Rob? No, Ron! His girlfriends' was Lila. Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Ron opened the door and called downstairs, "Come on up, Lila! I need you to clean up for me!" Clean up? What was he talking about? Lila came upstairs and walked into the room. She stood about five foot five with long raven colored hair and a curvy body. "My!" she said, "You look good enough to eat." With that, she quickly stripped off her yellow sundress, climbed up on the bed and proceeded to do just that. Kneeling between my legs, she licked all around my vagina and deep inside, trying to find all of the semen that Ron had deposited there a few moments ago. As this went on, Ron untied me and rubbed my wrists and ankles to restore the circulation. "Sorry I tied the knots so tight, Janet," said Ron. I didn't reply because Lila had turned around and planted her bush on my face. It took no prompting to get me to start returning the favor. Lila licked my vagina clean inside and our, giving me another orgasm in the process. 'This will be the only memory of sex that won't embarrass me when I return to my original form,' I thought as I licked and sucked at Lila's vagina. My thoughts were short lived, however, because Ron came up behind Lila with his penis fully erect. Seeing an interracial lesbian love fest must have turned Ron on again. I ate Lila's pussy and licked his shaft as he slowly sank his cock into her. I continued to lick Ron's balls and Lila's clit as they fucked. When he finally came, Ron pulled out of Lila and shoved his spurting rod into my mouth. I milked him dry and then cleaned off any that had gotten onto Lila. I found that Ron's semen was almost as tasty as James' was. I was exhausted by the sexual calisthenics my roommates had put me through after my long and stressful day. They took pity on me and tucked me into bed and turned off the light. They went off to their own room to sleep. Before I dozed off, I made a promise to myself that tomorrow I would find Janet. End of part one