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Eye of the Beholder Part 3 ? by: Tanya Grant This is the continuation of Alex Wards undercover operation. Please read parts 1 & 2 first if you are unfamiliar with the story. This story and it's constituent parts are copyright Tanya Grant and no reproduction or use outside of those sites given permission to carry is implied or allowed. Please contact [email protected] if you want to talk to the author. Part 4, the final episode is being written and should be available. ********************************************************************** Eye of the Beholder Part 3 - Part Three - Chapter 1 I kept calling Alice's flat - I didn't have any other number. By about 9.00pm I was starting to get worried. I didn't know her usual movements, but the note hadn't suggested that she would be late. I jumped into my car and drove around to the flat. I walked in through the lobby and took the stairs to her floor. Immediately I knew there was a problem. The door was open, but there was no light on in the hall. I pushed the door open and stepped into the dark. "I thought you'd never come," said a voice from behind me and then the lights and my senses went out. Consciousness was slow to return, but when it did it brought with pain - not a dull ache, but a blinding searing pain in the back of my head. "He's coming round," a voice said. It seemed a long way off to me, but it was something to fix my attention onto. I tried to open my eyes - my muscles didn't seem to want to respond - but then suddenly my sight was flooded with a bright light. This echoed the pain in my head and I dropped again into blackness. I woke again. This time I was being gently shaken. "Sergeant, can you hear me?" I tried to respond but a mumble was all that escaped my lips. I didn't seem to be in control of my faculties. But then life returned, colours bloomed back into life, my blurry vision began to focus on objects and a face swam into view. A man was kneeling over me, talking to me, shaking me. I didn't recognise him, but he was dressed as a police constable, so I figured I was not in any danger. Suddenly I remembered. "Alice!" I cried, and tried to stand up. my arms and legs were still not under my control and I flopped back onto the floor. "Come on now, sir, don't try to move, you've taken a nasty blow and have been out of it for a while now." "What happened?" I asked. "I remember coming to the apartment, when I got here the door was open. I rushed straight in and that's it, everything is blank." "Well sir, from what we can ascertain, the perpetrator was leaving when you arrived. He must have hid behind the open door when he saw you coming up the stairs, and when you came in, he hit you on the back of the head, luckily you have a hard head. Others would have had their skull caved in." "What about Alice?" I asked again. "Well sir, I think you should talk to the Super about her. He's in the living room. Can you walk?" "Yes, I can, help me up man!" Struggling to get up and maintain some semblance of balance once on my feet, I staggered into the living room.` Leaning nonchalantly against the fireplace was Cole, smoking a cigarette and staring at me as I was helped into the room. "Back in the land of the living, I see. Thought we were gonna have to get your girly arse to hospital. Seems you can take more than you give out... eh Ward?" I ignored his jibe. "What about Alice, sir? How is she?" "You'd better follow me... if you can, that is." Cole strode out of the room and I followed quickly behind him, feeling somewhat sick at the movement. I was pretty sure I had concussion, but I wasn't going to do anything about it just at that point. I walked into the large bathroom, a room in which I had had spent time pampering myself just a few hours earlier. There, in a bath full of water, stained red with blood, lay the corpse of Alice. Her skin was white through blood loss, yet it looked as perfect as ever. I couldn't see through the deep ruby coloured water, but I guessed her fatal wound was below her chest. Her hands lay languidly on the sides of the bath, and the index finger of her right hand had been expertly removed. Daubed on the wall above the bath, presumably in her blood, were the chilling words: "THIS IS THE FIRST BITCH TOO GET IT. THEY'LL LEARN." I felt the bile rising in my gorge. I knew I was going to be sick, but I couldn't contaminate the crime scene. I staggered out into the hall, and the full contents of my stomach from were emptied over the immaculate wooden floors. I dropped to my hands and knees as I continued to heave my guts up until there was nothing left. Yet I continued to heave. I didn't care what he looked like, or who saw me. I felt the life had gone out of my life. In the few short hours I had known her, she had transformed my life, given it meaning and purpose, and now she was gone. I knew I didn't look the trained policeman. I knew that to my colleagues standing around I looked weak, but I couldn't help it. I felt strong arms lift me up and carry me to the sofa in the living room. A glass was pressed into my hands and I was encouraged to drink the contents. It was brandy. The liquid seared my throat, but warmed me as it slipped down. "Not the best thing for concussion and shock, but better than most," a gentle voice came from above me. I looked up, it was the police surgeon, Dr Phelps, a kind and gentle man, in his early 60's. He obviously kept himself fit as he had lifted me as though he weighed nothing. "Is this your first dead body Sergeant?" Phelps asked. I nodded. I couldn't explain the situation to him, because of the undercover work, but no doubt Alice's strange situation would come out and the good Doctor would have questions later. "Well the shock and the blow to your head will affect you for a while, but I don't want you going home to bed to sleep. You need to be observed, so you have two choices. You can either stay here and work the crime scene, or you can go to hospital," Phelps said, "so what's it to be?" "I'll stay, I need to know what happened here. She was involved in the case I'm on," I replied. "I thought she must have been, otherwise why would you have been here? Well I'll let you know when I think you're fit to go home. In the meantime you can help me and the forensic team." At that point Cole walked back into the room. "So how's our officer, Doctor? Fit to work?" Cole asked. "Yes, he's got a mild concussion, but he's going to stay and work the scene until I feel he's OK. He'll have his report on your desk tomorrow afternoon, along with my initial findings." "Well if the two of you have got things under control here, I'm going back home to bed. I'll see you both in my office tomorrow... or actually, later today." And with that parting statement, Cole swept up his coat from over the back of a chair and left the apartment. "Right then, we'd better see what we can find out about our victim," the Doctor said, and with me in tow he returned to the bathroom. Chapter two "OK Ward, let's turn your trained police eye to what we can see here." I stood and slowly scanned the room. I didn't want to look upon the body for long, but forced myself to study it. After about 5 minutes I turned to the Doctor. "Based on the initial evidence I have reached these initial conclusions. One, I don't believe Alice was murdered in this room. There are small marks around her neck that indicate she was strangled first, although I don't believe it was the strangulation that killed her - this merely rendered her unconscious. It looks like she bled to death here in the bath, as the blood flowed from her body into the water and didn't collect in her extremities first, such as her arms or hands. The finger was removed after she had died, as there was very little blood dripped onto the bathroom floor. She was also laid carefully in the bath or the water was added after she was put in the bath, as there is no evidence of water spillage. I would guess that writing no the wall was written by the severed finger, but fingerprint tests will confirm this, and that's about it." "Not bad, Sergeant, not bad at all, I concur with your initial thoughts, but I would add also, that I believe the murderer to be a man, as he would have carried the body into the bathroom. It was also someone she either knew or at least felt comfortable with, as there does not seem to be any sign of a struggle nor a forced entry into the apartment. The murderer also held her in some affection as her clothes were not simply discarded, but neatly folded and placed in the chair in the corner of the room. Now, until I can examine the body further, that's about as much information as we can gather. Boys, OK, it's camera time." With that comment, two of Phelps' assistants came into the room and started to take pictures. We were ushered out so they could take pictures of everything from every angle. "When you've finished guys, give me a holler, then we can get the body to the lab," Phelps shouted into the room. "OK Boss," came the reply. "Now, I suppose we had better check out the rest of the apartment," said Phelps. As I came down the steps, a squad car pulled up and Richardson was assisted out of the back of the car. He stared at me. "What's going on?" I asked the policeman holding Richardson. "The Super wanted him brought in for questioning," answered the constable. "Well it was nice of the boss to let me know," I replied. With that I followed Richardson up the steps and back into the nick. Chapter three I set the bath running and stripped off my clothes. As the steam filled his bathroom, I let my hands wader over my body. my skin was still smooth as alabaster, cool to the touch, despite the warm air in the small, steam filled room. As the bath filled I added some of the oils I'd bought and then gingerly stepped into the scalding water. I luxuriated in the depths of the bath for over half and hour, before finally climbing out and wrapping my small body in a large towel. I debated for a few minutes about what to wear and decided that for the next hour or so, Alexa would be given free reign. I returned to the bedroom, and stood staring at the open cupboard containing my clothes. I pulled out a short grey lined cotton mini-skirt, the accompanying box jacket and a black sleeveless polo neck top. Then sorting through my drawers I took out some black hold up sheer stockings, a pair of white thigh high knickers and a black bra. I pushed his cock between my legs and then pulled the kickers up around my waist. I then picked up the bra, fastened it around my waist, turned it around and pulled it over my chest. Then sitting on the bed, I slipped the first of the stockings over my foot and pulled them up past my calves, over my knees and up my thighs, feeling the lycra tighten in the material and the elasticated top grip my thighs seductively. I repeated the procedure with the other stocking, reveling in the feel of the sensual material. I stood up and stepped through the waistband of the short skirt, drew it up past my thighs, the silky lining creating an electric feel against my stocking clad legs. I fasted the button on the waistband and pulled the zip up, and then checking in the mirror I straightened the skirt. Walking back to the dresser I took out a white box from the top drawer and removed the beautiful false boobs Alice had given me. These I slipped into each of the bra cups, their natural weight forming the correct shape on my body. I didn't want to glue them in place as I knew I only had a limited time. I then pulled the black top over my head and wriggled it down my body, over my tits. Reviewing my look in the mirror, I was pleased. I brushed out my long hair, and then applied a light dusting of eyeshadow, and a hint of lipstick. I pulled out a pair of black 3" heeled court shoes and slipped them on. Then grabbing the jacket and a small handbag, which I filled with money, my cards and my keys, I tripped out of the apartment to experience the joys of womanhood, by taking a simple trip to the shops. I knew I passed. What I wasn't prepared for was the looks the men in the street gave me. These weren't just simple glances; these were predatory glares, they wanted nothing less than to have me, there and then. At first I felt intimidated by them, but as I walked I realised that I had the power. All they could do was look, and they were looking at me. If they knew my secret would they still look at me in that way? I wondered, but I didn't really care. Within 30 minutes I was back home. I had bought a few essential items at the corner shop, had introduced myself as the new neighbour to the middle-aged couple who ran the shop. At home I reveled in the release that brief walk had given me, but all that attention had made me horny. Dumping the shopping bag in the kitchen I walked back into my bedroom. I slipped off my jacket and then pushed the heel of my hand against my mounded groin. I groaned. I slipped my finger under the waistband of the skirt and down through my pubic hairs. I couldn't reach my sex. I lay on my bed, pulled up my skirt and ground my hand against my restrained cock, rubbing it through my knickers. It quickly grew to semi- hard, but it couldn't get harder as it was still trapped between my thighs. I pulled my knickers down and released it, watching it quickly grow to hardness. I wanked at it furiously while my other hand wandered up and down my sexily clothed body. my fingers came up to my mouth as I wanked hard and I began to suck on them wishing they were Alice's rock hard cock fucking my mouth. Suddenly, I came. Streams of cum flew from my cock and landed on my bedspread. I felt spent, yet satisfied, until I remembered what thought had pushed me over the edge. That final image of Alice in the bath suddenly sobered me up. I quickly removed the female clothing. I was tempted to keep the knickers on, but decided it would be better if I didn't. Less chance of exposure, I reasoned. I washed my face, removing the make-up and dressed in a dark blue casual suit and pale blue shirt. I tidied up the bedroom, putting away my clothes, retrieved my money, keys and cards form my handbag and then let myself out of the apartment. my neighbour nodded to him across the hall as I locked the door. I returned the nod and hurried back into the street. I hailed a cab and was at the morgue for just after 11.00. Chapter Four - Revelations! My arrival was heralded by an almost non-committal grunt from Phelps. He waved me over, gesturing at the gowns hung on pegs in the small anteroom. Donning the gown and the mask given to me by Phelps, I followed him into the sterile almost steel encased room. The smell of antiseptic was overpowering, but mingled with it was the undeniable smell of blood. On the only table, made entirely of steel, was a covered body. The outlines showing through the draped sheet were clearly recognisable to me. Phelps wandered over to the body and indicated that I should join him. Remember to show shock when the revelation comes, I reminded himself. "Well Sergeant, we've made a start. I hope what you see won't make you lose your breakfast," said Phelps. "No chance of that Doctor," I replied, "I haven't eaten." Phelps pulled the sheet back to Alice's breast line, revealing her perfect face. I ached to see her like this. "OK look here," Phelps said, and he pointed to her neck. "The bruising is not severe enough to indicate that the murderer wanted to strangle the life out of her. He simply wanted to render her unconscious." He pulled the sheet back to just above her crotch and there was the obvious killing wound. Her stomach had been slashed from one side to the other. Her guts were fully on show. He then removed the sheet, and there nestling between her perfect thighs were the mutilated remains of her cock. "Our murderer seemed quite intent on making sure our pretty little shemale here paid for whatever deception she had perpertrated," Phelps said. "What deception?" I asked. "Well isn't it obvious? From all outward appearances, little Miss here is a beautiful woman, yet she clearly isn't a woman. I would guess some lover found out about her little peccadillo and wasn't best pleased," Phelps replied. "I think you need to keep your opinions to yourself, Doctor," I replied somewhat coolly. "Miss Price was involved in a blackmail case that has obviously escalated to murder and I would hazard a guess it had nothing to do with your sordid imaginings." "Suit yourself detective, I was just lending you my years of experience. You mark my words, this will have been an aggrieved lover, and nothing to do with your case." "OK, forget your speculations for now please Doctor, let's use your actual skills. What can you tell me about the murderer, or indeed about the murder?" I asked. "The murder occurred between 10pm and 2am last night. I can say it was definitely a man who killed her. The size of his hands around her neck, but more importantly, the traces of semen in her body, that were deposited posthumously. As for why he removed the finger, well it could simply have been to write the chilling message and not leave his own fingerprints, or it may be more. It'll all be in my report." "Thank you Doctor, I look forward to reading it," I replied. "Now if there's nothing else, then I will be going." "Just one last thing," replied the Doctor. "Our victim had been with another man, some hours earlier. Additional traces of semen that didn't match the murderer were found in her stomach and anus. These were a few hours older, and were deposited while she was still alive. Maybe her lover could add some interesting information?" "Thank you for that, Doctor, I'll look into it," I replied, hoping I'd kept the rising tide of concern out of my voice. I knew exactly who that evidence belonged to, and if DNA checks were run, then my name might come out. Of course they'd have to check his files for that to happen, but it was a possibility. What then! I decided to return briefly to the station and write up my report. This completed and filed I decided to return to his apartment and assume my new identity. I still had the case to continue and now had more reason than before to solve it. Now it was personal. Preparation I knew I only had about a week to prepare myself for the first contest. Without Alice's help, it was going to be much harder to be convincing. I spent my days dressed as James Pierce, and my nights as Jane. I ventured into town to known transvestite bars and gay bars that I had researched on the web. I watched and studied the movement of the other 'girls', and watched and studied the movement of real girls. I read magazines on make-up and fashion, I used the web to get information on hiding beard stubble and other tricks of the TV trade. I practised deportment, mannerisms and movement to get my image just right. The day before the competition I contacted Richardson by phone. "Is everything in place... my entries made and everything?" I asked. "Yes, everything is ready, tonight you should attend the ball. There you'll meet the other girls, give the judges their first look at you and allow you to make an impression," Richardson replied. "I suggest you don't go over the top, many girls do and it doesn't work, you should aim to be convincing, not a mimic." "Thanks for the advice. Give me the details and I'll see you there." I took down the address and was about to hang up. "Can I come and see you, Sergeant? I need to talk to you about Alice," Richardson asked. "Is that all you want? Do you have some information for me, or a confession?" "No, nothing like that, I... just want to talk." He sounded deflated, pleading almost. I relented, "Very well, but not for long, I need to get ready." 1 gave Richardson the address of my flat and then waited for him to arrive. Chapter five Within fifteen minutes there was a knock at the door. I hadn't changed, I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, although I was wearing a white lacy bra and matching thong underwear. I also had a pair of court shoes on with a small 1" heel. The jeans and t-shirt, although unisex in appearance were both women's styles, with the button on the jeans the feminine way, and the t-shirt was slightly waisted to bring out the female shape. These items of clothing simply accentuated my slim, almost female figure. I wasn't wearing any make-up but I had brushed out my hair and was wearing it long, and it had been cut into an obviously more feminine style. It bounced at my shoulders as I walked, adding to the overall image of femininity. What Richardson saw when Alex opened the door was a vision of loveliness. He was fully aware of what Alice and he had started to create, but he was amazed at just how far Ward had taken it on his own. His groins strained at the sight of him, even though he had not come over on any pretext looking for sex. "Don't just stand there gawping," I said, "come in, or the neighbours might start to wonder." Richardson shook himself out of his revere, "Sorry, you looked so lovely, I was transfixed." "Yeah right," I said, with a hint of sneer, although inwardly I was pleased with Richardson's reaction. I thought I looked good, but the reaction was better than I'd hoped. "So, why the visit? I would have seen you tonight, what was so important that you had to see me earlier?" I asked, after we had gone through into the lounge and seated ourselves opposite one another. I was determined to keep my distance. "I needed to know if you had heard anything on the case. Anything about Alice, or about the blackmail," replied Richardson. "No I haven't heard a thing, I've kept away from the nick to keep my cover intact. If there had been any developments, then I'm sure Cole would have contacted me," was my response. "But why ask me, you could have asked Cole yourself?" "I'm number one on his suspect list, for Alice's murder, so he's not going to volunteer information on the case. I thought I'd better bring you this. I got it today." Richardson reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and put it on the coffee table between us. I picked it up. No use checking for prints, I thought. I opened it and removed a folded piece of paper. On it, in typical film noir style, was a note, pieced together using letters cut from a newspaper. I groaned "Original isn't he," I said, "Still I suppose it does the job, without incriminating himself." I read the note, short and simple. "Pay me ?1m, or hers wont be the last death." I looked up, "Grammatically incorrect, if to the point," I commented archly. "So, our blackmailer is admitting they are the murderer as well, eh?" I mused. "Interesting, it must be the case. We didn't intend to release any details of Alice's death, so the murderer was either in the know, or is also the blackmailer." "What do I do?" asked Richardson, his look both pleading and yet questioning. He really looked at his wits' end. I studied him for a minute. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days. Dark rings showed around his eyes, his skin looked drawn and pale; he looked beaten down, not the handsome confident man I had met just a few short days ago. "We carry on. We can't give in to blackmailers. Even if you could pay him the money, you shouldn't, because he could simply come back and demand more. No, we carry on, hopefully this murder threat is just that, a threat, we carry on and I infiltrate your camp to flush him out." Richardson looked relieved. "That's what I hoped you'd say," he said. "OK, you've heard it. Now, it's time for you to go. I've only got a few hours to get ready before Jane makes her appearance on your stage," I said and I ushered Richardson to the door. "I don't suppose you could delay your preparations for a few minutes? I miss Alice and her special touch, and she gave you some of that skill... Please...?" I considered the request, I had missed the touch and taste of cock. In those few hours, I had come to love it, and even though I had had plenty of offers while out as Jane, I had declined everyone. Richardson still stirred my loins. Without answering Richardson's plea, I simply dropped to my knees in front of his crotch, pulled down the zip on his trousers, released the button on his waistband and grabbing both the trousers and his boxer shorts, pulled them down to his knees. Straight in front of my willing mouth Richardson's prick started to rise. I reached forward with my hand and ran my beautifully manicured nails down along its length. Richardson moaned in pleasure. I grasped the cock at the base and gently wanked him and as the blood pulsed into the member, I took it into my mouth. I savoured the taste and the feel as I felt it lengthen and its girth increase, filling my willing mouth. I then began to run my lips up and down its length, letting it slide down my mouth and to the back of my throat. My gag reflex threatened to react, but I relaxed my throat as Alice had taught me, and I enjoyed the sensation of the big cock sliding down my throat. Richardson was in heaven. Alice had taught me well, I was as good a cock sucker as she had ever been, and I was enjoying the moment. I knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled his load down my willing throat. I increased my speed, I was enjoying it, but I needed to get on. I caressed Richardson's balls and sucked harder. I recognised the signs in Richardson's breathing and noises, and caressing his member with my tongue, I increased my speed still further. The response came. Richardson let out an almighty groan and sprayed his cum deep into my throat. I pulled back and the salty jism continued to pump into my mouth and pool on my tongue. Swallowing the deposited load, I looked up into Richardson's face. His eyes were closed but his face was relaxed. Obviously, such an event was what he needed, a cathartic response to the grief over Alice. Or maybe he simply needed release. I wasn't sure, but I wanted to believe the best of him; at least then Alice would still be remembered for the right reasons. Richardson straightened himself up. The image of Alice swam once again before his eyes, then he focused them on Ward. Ward was still sat on his knees. He had a look of contentment on his young beautiful face and Richardson reveled in knowing it was him that had brought about that look. I rose gracefully to my feet and ushered Richardson out of the door. "The limo will be here at 7.45. Don't be late," Richardson called through the closed door. "That gives me a good few hours to get ready," I thought. And went off to get started. Chapter 6 - Balls... balls At 7.45 the limo driver knocked on the door of the apartment. The door swung open. Stood, framed in the lighting was an apparition of exquisite beauty. The woman was wearing an ivory satin gown, that was slashed to her waist, her breasts were almost on show to the world, protected from prying eyes by the sheerest of fabrics and held in place by sheer will power. The skirt of the dress hung to the floor, but only around the back and sides of the legs. In the front, it was slit upwards to her thighs. The feet were encased in ivory sandals with impossibly high heels and her toes peaked out of the sandals, where her painted nails could be clearly seen. Her lustrous blonde hair had been piled high on her head, and as the light shone through it, it picked up the highlights making them shine like burnished gold. The driver stared at her face. Her alabaster like skin shone with an inner translucence. Her eyes glittered, their gold paint seemingly reflecting in her hair. Even her lips reflected her dress, with an ivory sheen painted over her full pout. "Ready?" I said, enjoying the effect I had given the driver and noting its full effect on his groinal regions. "Ummm, sorry ma'am. You caught be by surprise." "No problem, shall we go?" I picked up my handbag and walked out the door. The driver closed the door for me then hurried in front, opening the main door to the apartments and then the door to the limo. I slid my arse onto the leather seats then sliding in I swiveled my legs underneath me. The skirt of my dress fell open and the driver was treated to a sight of my long, perfect legs and thighs. He closed the door on me, sighing to himself. Out of your reach son, he thought, then he quickly stepped round to his side, got in and they rode off to the ball. If I had intended to make an entrance, I couldn't have got it more right. As the limo drew up to the hotel, a cat fight was starting in the ballroom. The girls had been jostling for position and some of the more excited ones had gone just a little too far. By the time I arrived at the entrance to the hall, three of the girls were rolling on the floor, pulling on each others' hair and screaming like banshees. I watched the melee from the top of the stairs with interest, but my police training took over, so at the top of my voice, but still in a plainly feminine tone, I bellowed, "STOP!!!" All noise in the hall ceased and everyone swung to look at who had shouted. Even the girls on the floor stopped their fighting and looked up the staircase. I stood bathing in the stares, the men openly showing lust and desire, the women showing envy and jealousy, well some of them, some were just pleased to see someone new. As quickly as the silence had spread, so now did the noise start again. The girls on the floor picked themselves up, or were helped up by their friends, and retired to the ladies room to repair the damage. Men and women swirled back into the crowds and the band started to play again. I descended the staircase and at the bottom I turned to the small table bedecked with name cards. Smiling at the girl behind the desk I said, "Hi, I'm Jane Pierce, I believe I'm expected." The girl studied the cards for a moment and then plucked one from the table. "Yes, here you are Miss Pierce, please wear this tonight, and at the end of the evening you will be given an envelope with full instructions of the rest of the competition. Enjoy the evening!" The girl smiled and then returned to the book resting on her knees. I took the proffered badge and clipped it onto my bag. Well I wasn't going to ruin the fall of my dress now was I? Within minutes I was surrounded by men, asking me questions, wanting to dance with me and some simply copping a feel as best they could. I felt their hot breath on my back and neck as they stood behind me. I could feel their eyes on me, knew this backless dress of Alice's got the attention I desired, and hopefully made me a target for the murderer, giving me the opportunity to flush him out. Suddenly the crowds around me parted. "So this is the new Queen eh? Come on, out of my way. Let me see this impostor to my throne." A gorgeous Eurasian creature swam forward, wearing the tightest of electric blue shimmering dresses, the halterneck top revealing perfect breasts and the shortest of skirts showing off a length of perfect leg, finished off with high stiletto heel shoes which wrapped her ankles and calves in lengths of blue lace. The girl moved up close to me, and looked me straight in the face. "Hi," she said, her face lightening up with her smile. "I'm Miss K and you are?" "Jane, Jane Pierce," I replied, hopefully without betraying the catch in my voice. "So, Jane", Miss K said, dripping with sweetness, "new to all this are you?" "Yes," I replied, and prepared to give my practised story line. "Fine," Miss K replied, and then simply turned, cut me off about to speak and walked away, beckoning to her entourage to follow. At least five girls and eight or nine men followed behind her as she strode back into the crowd. "What was that all about?" I said to no-one. "Oh you've just met the Queen bitch," said a voice to my left. Looking that way a rather plain looking girl stood, but she did have a wonderful figure. Wearing the 'little black dress', her body would have stopped traffic. It was just a shame that her masculine features came through in her face and hands. "Hi, I'm Carrie," she said holding out her hand. I took it and shook it, trying to be dainty. Carrie wasn't and gave my hand a manly grip and a vigorous shake. "Jane," I responded. "Yes, I heard you say to Miss K. So, you're one of the new girls then?" "I suppose so. What was that all about?" I asked. "Oh that was Miss K's special greeting. She must see you as a threat - not all the girls get a personal greeting from the Queen Bitch," Carrie responded. "Why does she view me as a threat. And a threat to what?" I asked. "To the title of course. She's been Miss TV two years out of the last three. She lost her title last year to Desiree, so she's determined to win it back, at what ever cost." "What do you mean 'whatever cost?'" I asked. "Oh you are the naive one, aren't you? If you want to succeed in these sorts of competitions, you need to be ruthless, see of you opposition and make sure the judges remember you. Whatever it takes, you have to make sure they remember you..." "How does she see off the opposition?" I asked. "Well it's all rumour, but come for a drink and I'll fill you in." "OK," I replied, glad I'd found a friend Chapter seven I was just about to go off with Carrie, when Richardson came up. "Ah, Miss Pierce, please can I have a word with you about your entry?" "Of course, Mr Richardson, is there something wrong?" "No, No, just a minor technicality. Please come into my office." With that, Richardson took my elbow and guided me away from Carrie. We walked out of the hall and into a small office to the side of the entrance. "What was that all about? I was just going to get some information from that girl, maybe an important lead!" I shouted at him. "More likely a dose of Rhypnol, a stagger to a spare room, a quick fuck up your cute arse and then leave you there in a drugged stupor till late tomorrow when you'll have missed the whole event." "You're kidding. She seemed so nice!" "I know. They all do, but they are all, well OK, most are real bitches. Some show it and don't care, like Miss K and Desiree, others are more subtle, but they'll do anything to win the title." "So you don't think it's one of them then? Possibly upset they haven't won, and jealously reacting by bribery and now murder?" I asked. "I doubt it. Devious? Yes, but murderous, no. They want to win the title, not do away with the event," he replied. "No you're right, they are committed to it aren't they?" "Any thoughts, first impressions?" he asked. "Well there are a lot of men here. Mostly admirers I'd guess, most seem to look and act straight although I did notice a few camp men amongst the throng, mostly in the company of the drag queens. So I'm going to check out the men when I get back. Let's see if any of them have something to tell me." "OK, I'll take you back. Just remember, most of the girls are predators. Don't get eaten." "And you said that without a hint of a smile," I replied. Richardson did smile, and walked me back to the hall. I would need to follow up these events and see what turned up. I wasn't too disappointed though. I had to admit that the thought of swallowing this handsome man's cock was certainly not an unpleasant one. Sir Andrew escorted me off the dance floor and we were just going out into the lobby when we ran almost straight into Miss K dangling on the arm of a short pot-bellied man with a badly swept over lock of hair on his bald head. The man was red in the face from obvious exertion, but Miss K looked as serene and inscrutable as before. When Miss K saw Sir Andrew and me, however, the look on her face just dropped. "Sir Andrew!" she beamed. "Why I thought I'd missed you. Have you only just arrived? Come, let me take you inside and get you some refreshments!" and with that she slipped her arm in Sir Andrew's and tried to lead him away from me. Sir Andrew removed her arm and returned it around my slim waist. "Now, now Miss K, don't worry. I'll come and find you soon. Don't fret your pretty head. I'm sure there are still a few others you haven't yet paid special attention to, and besides, I believe Miss Pierce here is keen to tell me all about her own special talents." With that parting comment, Sir Andrew swept me away towards the lifts. I glanced behind him and saw Miss K's expression. Certainly if looks could kill, I was a dead man. Chapter Eight Within minutes I was in one of the plush hotel rooms on the fifth floor. Sir Andrew's trousers were round his ankles, his silk boxers around his knees and my luscious lips were sliding up and down his cock. I was disappointed though. Up until now, all the cocks I had experienced were as big as or bigger than my own and I had enjoyed their length and girth but this one though was a mere 4" erect and barely filled my mouth. Still a cock was a cock and my desires to have one continued to grow. Anyway, I knew the game now. If I wanted to do well tomorrow and hopefully flush out the murderer, then this was what I needed to do, and not just with Sir Andrew. It was clear I like the other girls would have to service the judges with our desires. Sir Andrew came quickly, and produced a fair amount of cum for such a small package. But he wasn't finished. He wasn't satisfied with a simple blow job, and, pushing me onto my hands and knees on the bed, he pulled the skirt of my dress over my waist, pulled aside my thong and slipped his cock straight into my arse. I bucked in pleasure as the small cock filled my willing hole and pushed myself against Sir Andrew's body. Between my spread legs, our balls crashed together as Sir Andrew pounded my crack. His hands came round and gripped my dick and as he pushed into me he wanked me in rhythm. We fucked like that for another five minutes or so before Sir Andrew shot his load deep into my arse, then he pushed me down onto the bed and greedily sucked my swollen cock into his mouth. I quickly filled his throat with my hot cum, pulling it from his mouth and spraying it all over Sir Andrew's face. I looked down at the mess Sir Andrew was in and laughed. Andrew looked in the mirror by the bed and also burst out laughing. Gobs of cum were spattered over his face, in his eyes, his hair, hanging off his nose. "I don't think you can go back down stairs like that," I said. "You'd better get cleaned up." Sir Andrew went into the bathroom, and I straightened myself up, putting my cock back up between my legs and re-affixing the tape. I smoothed down my dress and in the mirror I touched up my make-up and my hair. "Mmm... you look as lovely as before," said Sir Andrew from the bathroom door. "You've certainly got my vote tomorrow" "Thank you," I said, "but before we go, can I ask something?" "Sure, fire away," Andrew replied. "I've heard tell of goings on and dirty doings, are they true?" "What, dirtier than this? Seducing a judge to get his vote?" "I didn't seduce you!" I spluttered. "I know, only teasing," said Sir Andrew with a playful smirk on his face. "Actually, no, I haven't heard anything like that, just the same usual shenanigans, the girls and judges going at it like rabbits trying to influence the decision, but it never works." "Never works? Why not?" I asked. "Well it's quite simple my dear. By the end of the night, every judge who wants a girl will have had her, so the only thing that influences the decision is whether they have had the girl or not. Everyone knows this, so the girls are willing and the judges have fun. That's why there are never any shortages of judges. Believe me, by the end of tonight, you will be so full of cum, it'll be leaking out your ears." And with that last comment he left the room and I sat down heavily on the bed. "My God," I thought, "A night of sex with dirty old men, just to win a beauty contest, why do they do it? And for that matter why am I going to do it?" And I knew why. Because if I didn't, I didn't stand a chance tomorrow, and I knew that I needed to be up there with a chance of winning so I could flush out the murderer. I was, after all, the bait. So, steeling myself for the rest of the evening, I checked myself in the mirror, admired my reflection for a few seconds then went back down to the ball and the long night ahead. Chapter nine I waltzed down the hall and stepped into the lift. It had only descended one floor, when the door opened and Miss K walked in. "Oh. it's you," she said with a sneer. "What's your name? Oh yes, Plain Jane... I remember." "I've been told a lot about you," I replied... "All nice, I assure you," I rushed on when I saw the expression on her face. "Well if it is, they're all lying bitches," Miss K said with a laugh. I laughed with her. "Look honey, you're new, so I'll give you a tip... just do what ever it takes, and let your looks, your figure, your mouth and your arse do the talking for you." "I've already found that out!" I replied laughingly. "Yes, so you have, so maybe you need something else..." She pulled me into the room, shut the door and then turned and kissed me hard and passionately on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way into my willing mouth and I sucked it like a cock. "Ummm nice kiss. I think I need that sucking action elsewhere." She pushed me to my knees in front of her, pulled up her dress and pulled down her knickers. "Suck on that honey!" A huge 9" cock sprung up into my face. It was almost as wide as a pint glass. I gulped. I'd never get that thing in my mouth. "Come on bitch, suck it!" And Miss K pulled my head to the monster. I ran my tongue over the cock head, moistening it so I could get it in. I slipped my tip into the piss hole and swirled around the cock. Then with the pulling of Miss K's hands I opened my mouth to accept the load. Miss K pushed her cock deep into my mouth. I began to gag, but she kept on pushing. "Come on honey, you know you want it." Then she withdrew it, then in again. Over and over she drove into my mouth, fucking it hard. I was bulging. The size was tearing at the skin at the corner of my mouth. Pain and pleasure suffused me. What would it be like to be fucked by a monster cock such as this, I thought. Miss K must have been reading my mind. "OK honey, I'm good and ready, let's see just what your hiding under that gorgeous outfit. Scoot up on the bed, on your hands and knees, and pull up your dress." I did as I was told. She came up behind me and rubbed her cock head across my open crack. Then she pulled my thong down and off, then slipped the moistened head against my hole and slowly pushed in. At first it wouldn't go, but she was an expert at this, knowing her own tool and how to use it. She wormed it against my ass pussy, encouraging it to open with each movement, and as she generated the gap she fed her cock into it. After a few minutes she had almost half her length buried in my ass. I writhed in pleasure. This was so different; the meat filled me like nothing before. It seemed to touch all parts of my inner body. She worked more in until all 9" were buried deep in my hole, then she proceeded to fuck me hard. I panted in pleasure as she rode me like a stallion, driving her cock in and out in a rhythmic fashion. Fifteen minutes of hard fucking later, Miss K reached around and pulled hard on my cock then erupted streams of cum deep into my bowels. As the cum splattered inside me, I too reached fulfilment. A deep glow of pleasure ran through me and waves of excitement rippled inside and outside my body. I fired bursts of cum onto the bed sheets as I myself was filled. Miss K slowly withdrew. "Mmm... very nice honey, you're a good fuck." And with that she went quickly to the bathroom. I lay in a daze, recovering from the most intense sexual congress yet. Miss K emerged, once more the beautiful butterfly I had seen at the ball. "Bye honey... see you around." And she left the room. I decided I had better join the party. I had work to do. Chapter Ten - Reflections: I staggered out of the cab and forced my aching feet to climb the stairs to the front door. Fumbling with my bag, I located my keys and let hyself into the lobby. The light switched on as I entered and I made my way to my door. Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and without turning on any lights I got to my bedroom, climbed beneath my sheets and closed my eyes. The phone rang... I fumbled for it It was Richardson. "Come on how long does it take you..." "Ok, I'm getting up," I said into the phone, and attempted to rise from the comfort of my bed. "Come on," continued the voice, "Up you get, I'm not ringing off until I can hear your up and getting on with it, and if you put the phone down, I'll just ring back, and if you leave it off the hook I'll have to come round and kick your ass out of bed, and given what happened to your ass last night, I don't think you'll want that!" I roused myself from the bed. The voice was right, my arse was sore. It felt like it had been pounded on repeatedly. "OK I'm up, I'll see you at the hotel," I said and then replaced the handset. I could just go back to sleep, but I knew that wasn't a option. I had a job to do, and given what I went through last night, it would be a real waste not to use it. I staggered into the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess, some still heaped high on my head, the rest cascading around my shoulders. My make-up was dragged across my face, making me look like a startled tiger. My beautiful dress was creased and crumpled, and carried many stains of somewhat dubious substances. I removed my clothes and let myself into the shower, reveling in the freshness of the water as it revived my tired and somewhat abused body. I stood with my head bowed under the stream of water, and let my thoughts wander to the previous night. I shook with the horror of what I had allowed himself to do. I had given blow-jobs to three of the judges, had let another three fuck me up my arse, as well as two of them insisting I did them. The final horror was with Mary Lyndsey, the only female judge. I thought she was another tranny, but it turned out she was a genuine female, a lesbian but with a taste for the exotic. Wearing a strap-on double ended dildo over 10" in length she had raped my arsehole till it was ragged and bleeding. I remembered on leaving Miss K's gloating smile and final words. "Only seven my dear, I managed all eleven, I think I can safely say the title's mine." I took as much time as I could to get myself ready. I knew that today would be as much of a trial as last night was, but for vastly different reasons. By 9.30, I was climbing into a taxi to take me to the hotel. Dressed casually in a white T-shirt and denim mini-skirt with white ankle boots, I carried my suit bag filled with clothes for the four rounds of the contest: 'casual', 'office', 'beach' and 'evening'. Richardson had provided me with a selection of outfits and I had chosen those I thought most suitable. I knew I had to do well in the contest to stand a chance of flushing out the killer. If necessary, I knew I had to make myself a target. Chapter Eleven The taxi driver had spent a lot of the journey glancing back at me on the back seat, obviously trying to see up my skirt. But when he dropped me off at the hotel and realised the event, he scowled and became very bad tempered. He obviously blamed me for exciting him, even though he hated the thought of being turned on by a 'girl' like me. At the hotel it was organised chaos. Final preparations were going on in the ballroom and by the pool. Contestants, organisers and press were rushing around with complete abandon and seemingly without purpose. An arm snaked out of nowhere and grabbed me, pulling from me the swirling mass of humanity into the cloakroom. I turned to look at my captor. "Superintendent, what are you doing here?" "Looking after your arse," Cole spat. "I hear you were the hit of the ball, last night," he said with barely disguised contempt. "You've lived up to all my expectations haven't you Ward? You've become a proper little cock-sucker, you little puff!" "All part of the job specs, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice free of sarcasm. Cole punched me straight in the stomach. "Don't be so cheeky to a superior officer," he spat as I doubled up and dropped to my knees. "You're here to do a job, don't forget it. Now blow me off and then get out there and find this murdering bastard, or you'll be spending your life on your knees dressed as a slut sucking my cock and anyone else's I sell you to." I knew I couldn't argue, so I simply complied. I ran my fingers over Cole's bulging crotch, undid the button on his trousers and pulled down his flies. I released his cock from his pants and slipped my mouth around its end, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the glistening tip, swirling my tongue over the end. Cole groaned in satisfaction, and I plunged my mouth down his shaft. I wanted to get it over and done with so I pumped hard with my hand while sucking and licking up and down on his cock. Cole was obviously to far gone to care. It took barely two minutes before he was cumming, his juices squirting down my throat which now expertly caught them and swallowed. Having had his fill, Cole flipped his dick back inside his pants, did himself up and walked out. "Get on with the job in hand slut," he said as he left the room. I got off my knees and went to find the bathroom. I relieved myself and then came out and gargled for a few minutes. I nearly choked when Miss K came out of one of the cubicles and slapped me on the back. "Been getting in some last minute lip service honey?" she said with a sarcastic lilt. "If you couldn't keep up last night, you're not going to have a chance today. The title's mine honey, so don't worry that pretty head. If you're lucky you may get third behind Desiree or even Corrine. But you're looking at the winner right here, right now." And with that she turned on her impossibly high heels and tripped out of the room. A Day to Forget The day passed in a whirl, several changes of costume, multiple parades, a swimsuit section that stated no bikinis (yet many of the girls including Miss K wore the skimpiest bikinis which to all intents and purposes made them look like genuine females). Obviously very expensive silicon falsies and an awful lot of sticking tape had been used. I had settled on a silver one-piece with a cut out at the back and sides. So although it was a one-piece suit it showed my figure of well enough. I had tried to keep my ear to the ground during the day. I had one or two furtive attempts at surveillance but I struggled with the time I was free. I followed a couple of shifty looking guys through the back stage areas, but they were just contract cleaners. I listened in to the commentary for hints and clues, I tried to talk to all the girls, but it was hard work. By the time of the final section, the evening wear and the finale, I felt I was no nearer to finding my killer and possibly closer to becoming a victim. Throughout the day, the judges had been scoring each round. I was currently in 4th place behind a very pretty tranny called Chyanne, Desiree was in 2nd and a very smug Miss K was leading the contest. It would take a massive change of fortune for her not to be declared the winner now. Strangely though, I felt a bit put out about this. I was certainly into the whole event now, and that competitive part of me wanted to do better, wanted to beat the competition and be crowned winner. But, I was also here to do a job, so I kept my eyes peeled and my ears open for signs of clues. The evening event was a pageant of evening gowns, two costume changes, an interview with the host and in-between each staged section, the girls would be whittled down to the eventual top 6, from which the last 4 would be named. The dressing rooms were a mixture of chaos, bitching, crying, drug taking and fun. Most of the girls were snorting coke and I wondered whether to call in the vice squad, but decided against it, I could always chase the supplier down later. It was small fry really, and no consequence to my case. A call over the tannoy requested the girls to line up for the first parade, and off we went. A stunning array of femininity mixed with parody. The drag queens had gone completely over the top, some of them had their hair piled so high on their head, they were in danger of setting it alight on the powerful lights and their choice of heels made them look so unstable that the slightest stumble could bring them down in a mess of tantrums and tiaras. The girls who strove for the authentic look were breathtaking. As they walked onto the stage, the men in the audience could hardly believe they were looking at other men. They were a ripe perfection of beauty, so hard to pick a winner from the delightful images parading on stage. I felt immensely powerful as I stepped onto the stage. I was wearing a sheer ivory silk dress, its slim strapped halter draped around my neck and slashed down to my waist. My breasts were visible through the material and my nipples stood out proudly. The dress was slashed to my thigh, allowing my perfect legs to be displayed to the audience. When I stepped onto the stage the roar of appreciation increased. They liked me. Chapter twelve The next two hours disappeared in a whirl of movement and energy. But finally, I found myself standing in the wings at the side of the stage with the six remaining finalists, waiting to hear my name called to find out for the final result. With me on this side of the stage were Chyanne and Desiree. I couldn't make out girls on the other side, the bright lights of the stage blinded my view of the other wing. "Ladies and Gentlemen, 3rd runner-up, a cheque of ?250 and a day pass to Spa-o-rama, our gracious and generous sponsors.... Miss Jenny Pierce!" I couldn't believe it, I'd come 4th! Delight was tinged with a degree of unhappiness. Still, I'd done well. It was just a shame that Alice wasn't there to see just how good a job she'd done. "2nd runner-up. A cheque for ?500, a day pass to Spa-o-rama and entry into the national finals, Miss Chyanne!" Chyanne joined me on the stage, obvious delight on her face. She took the applause from the crowd and turned and gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. "The runner-up , a cheque for ?1,000, a weekend break at any of the hotels owned by Dandelion Hotels, a subsidiary of our sponsors Spa-o- rama, and entry into the national finals..." The crowd were hushed. The announcer milked the moment... "Miss Desiree!" The crowed roared in delight. Miss Desiree came down onto the stage. I noticed a scowl on her face, but as she stepped into the spotlight, it was replaced by a wide grin. She waved to the audience and took her place behind the winners throne. "And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for... A cheque for ?2,000, a two week holiday in any one of Spa-O-rama's resorts, entry to the national finals and Miss TV North-East... Miss K!!" The audience erupted in applause and calls of delight. But, no one came. "She's bloody milking it," Desiree whispered to the girls, "Just like her, the cow, making everyone wait on her grand entrance." But still she didn't show, and the crowd stated to whisper and murmur. People were running onto the stage. I tried to listen in to what was happening. "She's missing," I overheard a whisper. "What do you mean, missing? She was waiting in the wings wasn't she?" "Yes", the voice hissed in response, but one minute she was there, aloof as always, standing back from the other girls, the next she was gone. And no one's seen her." I knew she was in danger. I had to find her. I saw Richardson come onto the stage. Richardson took the announcer to one side whispered something into my ear and then came to stand with me. "Ladies and Gentlemen, there seems to have been a problem. Our winner has suddenly been taken ill, so I'm afraid she can't join us right now. But please, give your appreciation for her and for the girls." The crowd took up his applause, and then as the lights came on. Richardson put his arm through mine and led me away to the side of the stage. "You'd better come with me," he said into my ear. I let Richardson lead me of the stage, through into the lobby and upstairs into one of the rooms. People were milling about outside the room, some visibly upset. "Take a look and give me your professional opinion." I walked into the room. The lights were all on and I saw nothing untoward. However, looking left into the bathroom I saw a growing pool of red liquid on the tiled floor. Lifting the skirt of my dress, I stepped into the room and saw my first sight of real evil. Miss K was sprawled in the bath, her legs draped over the side of the bath and blood was running down them. Her mouth was forced open and a large realistic dildo had been forced down her throat. Her eyes were still wide with terror but dull and lifeless. Looking closer I saw that her dick had been removed and had been pushed into her arse, obviously while still turgid from her death. A finger had been also been expertly removed and used to write a message across the white tiled walls of the bathroom. The bad grammar was all too familiar. "ANOTHER BITCH GETS WHATS COMING TOO HER, WANTON SLUT, THEY'LL ALL DIE" I turned from the room and rushed out into the hall, my gorge rising, my head spinning. I knew I had to get away, get changed back into male clothes and investigate this, but I felt unable to move. Suddenly I felt a hand slap my arse. "Come on sergeant, report!" I looked round straight into the eyes of an angry looking Superintendent Cole. "What are you doing here?" I stammered. "Watching you, of course and following the case. Now get your shit together and give me your report." I stammered through a verbal description of the body, it's state and my initial thoughts. But then I excused myself, ran to the bathroom and threw up the entire contents of my stomach. My thoughts wandered as I knelt in front of the toilet bowl. God, it could have been me... what a way to die... she looked in such terror... who can be doing this... what a monster...