The Con free porn video

The Con Malcolm had come up with the perfect fraud, his girlfriend would do the major part of the work, then they'd retire with a fat account. However, doing nothing while Suzanne worked was boring for Malcolm. Be warned this story is perverted. Author's note: If you're easily offended then don't read further, this story contains forced sex and is the most perverted one I've written, so far... This story can freely be posted to any site as long as there's no fee for reading it. (C) 2004 Nabiky S. *.*.* Malcolm laughed and refilled Suzanne's wineglass. It was perfect almost too perfect. They made a toast and laughed happily. Malcolm had had this six months plan to get filthy rich for quite a time now. His girlfriend Suzanne, who was also his trusted partner, fully agreed to the plan only last month, after they fixed some holes in it. The plan was brilliant now, they had thought of everything and Suzanne knew just the right target to pick. They were both in the confidence game, but this time they weren't going after somebody's pension fund. Those scams kept them afloat for a few months. No, the plan was to rip off a big fish and retire. Larry Kenzle, the target to be, was a young unmarried millionaire, who was inexperienced with women and surprisingly gullible. Suzanne had met him at a charity auction recently and exchanged a few words. She quickly realized the guy was a fat lamb ready for the slaughter. Suzanne wasted no time, it took her only a week to get Larry to introduce her to his relatives as his fianc?. Suzanne even had Larry get her a nice flat decorated and everything, after all they couldn't live under the same roof when they weren't married. *.*.* Malcolm grumbled and pushed the button again but had no success. "Damn it!" Somebody was obviously blocking the elevator. It was times like this that made Malcolm regret that he rented the flat on the top floor, it was bad enough that the elevator was old and slow. Well, the rent was cheap and it was only temporary. Okay, he'd lived here five years but things would be so much better once they ripped off Larry. Malcolm glanced at his watch again. He was late. Reluctantly he walked down the stairs and almost collided with a large cardboard box on the third floor as a guy was unloading the elevator. Malcolm open his mouth to chastise the reckless guy when the man set the box down. "Ed!" Malcolm blurted out very surprised. Ed was just as surprised to face Malcolm. They were old school friends but had not seen each other since school ended some ten years ago. "Malcolm, you live here?" "Yeah, man" Malcolm nodded. They started to exchange old memories when suddenly Malcolm remembered his appointment. He made an excuse, promised to do the town really soon and hurried away. What a surprise, he thought, but why had Ed moved down to this town? He shook his head, it didn't matter. Malcolm had cultivated their friendship back in school only to get the badly needed help he had to have to get through the hard school tests. The nerdy Ed gave him a strong helping hand but never realized Malcolm just used him. Suzanne gave Malcolm a hateful gaze as he entered the small coffee shop. She hated to wait. Malcolm put on a melting smile and joined her. "Sorry, ran into Ed, an old school buddy. He's moving in to the late Mrs Brown's apartment." Suzanne snorted her displeasure. "Do I have to remind you who's doing all the work on this one?" "No sweetie, I know it's hard for you." "I wouldn't call it hard, Malcolm, delicate perhaps, but the guy is boring me to death and his aunt, may she fall down dead. She interferes in everything and Larry just keeps asking for her opinion all the time." Suzanne shook her head. "Right, well I hope it doesn't hurt our plan." Suzanne shook her head in reply. "I overheard him asking her about the right type of rings, so I'd say he'll propose any day now." Malcolm smiled, recalling the discussion on his way back home again. He had never doubted that Suzanne could wrap anybody around her finger if she wanted. Still it troubled Malcolm that he had not had sex for a whole week now, knowing that Larry was banging his girlfriend didn't disturb him nearly as much as it should. He'll be paying for that. Malcolm smiled again, boy Larry was going lose his whole fortune just for that small amount of sex Suzanne gave him. The large sofa blocked the entrance completely and Ed seemed unable to move it by himself. Why hadn't the moron hired help? Malcolm grabbed the free end and helped Ed get it up to his apartment, then he dug into the rest of the boxes. Ed was grateful for the help. Malcolm just smiled silently over Ed's gratitude. Ed could become useful later. One never knew. Besides, Ed was the only one who knew him under his real name so why risk any trouble? Two weeks had passed when Suzanne finally put up a secret meeting again. Malcolm's eyes walked longingly over Suzanne body as he sat down. He was so missing her, jerking off just wasn't the same thing. Malcolm ordered some coffee and watched the waitress' ass as she walked away. "I've missed you, Malcolm," Suzanne started. "Me too, has he asked?" "Yes, we'll get married the second Sunday this month," Suzanne nodded. "Finally," The six-month plan could start its countdown now, they both laughed happily soon they would be filthy rich. Suzanne picked up her purse and opened it. She put a plastic freezer-bag on the table, Malcolm wrinkled his forehead. The bag contained a goldish necklace with an angel looking image on it, he faced Suzanne again. "Got it from a garage sale and paid almost nothing," she smiled. "Well of course, its just junk." Malcolm replied bluntly. "No, It's magical," she tapped her finger on it. "Sweetie," Malcolm started but Suzanne shook her head. "It works fast, about half an hour for a full transformation and it only takes a single touch from some clothes to start the transformation, the transformation stops if one removes it prematurely. You know, I walked around with Larry's body, balls and all for more than half a day before I could change back, it was horrible," she shook her head, disliking the memory. "Anyway, that is how I know it's magic, real magic. I think it would be a perfect tool for a hustle or two I haven't been able to pull off before," she added smiling. Malcolm looked at her disbelievingly. "Well, we could come into a need for more money one day," she explained. Malcolm shrugged one could never have too much money, that he knew. They separated discreetly after they had planed their next meeting, both knew the need to keep a low profile. Malcolm fingered curiously on the amulet in his pocket as he walked home. Was Suzanne pulling his leg? He shook his head, she was a con-woman all right but she had noting to gain fooling him, so why this? He pondered the subject confused. Almost back home Malcolm snorted annoyed, he would have to test it, he thought, but he knew better that try something like that on himself, suppose it actually worked. No, he needed a test object. Ed greeted Malcolm at the entrance, he was on his way out to take a needed beer after a horrible day at work. "I'll hang along" Malcolm smiled, suddenly Ed fitted into a plan. Later that night Malcolm almost had to carry the dead drunk Ed back to his apartment. Malcolm had worked hard the whole night to get Ed drunk enough, he had had a limited success until he bribed the waitress to put some stronger stuff into Ed's beer. Malcolm pushed Ed down on top off the bead. Sound snoring emerged almost immediately from the bead despite the position Ed had landed in, Malcolm shook his head in disgust. He needed clothes. Ed's clothes would not do he realized. It had to be somebody else's, damn he had wasted the whole night and a considerable amount of money for nothing. Malcolm stamped a little extra the last steps up to his apartment. His poorly thought-out plan had made him disappointed. Still knowing his heavy steps would annoy his sleeping neighbours made him feel much better, he slammed the door shut behind himself and turned the stereo on. Malcolm emptied his bladder and accidentally sprayed the seat. He still put the darn thing down, and he shook his head. It was Suzanne's remaining stuff in the toilet locker that gave him the idea. Maybe he could use something from her stuff, after all, she had claimed it turned her into Larry so perhaps it might work he thought. He opened the clothes closet; naturally, it was almost empty just some few thin summer dresses and stockings. Suzanne had already moved the major part of her stuff over to the flat Larry had fixed for her. The red dress he had bought to Suzanne on her 25th birthday caught his interest. He was surprised she had not thrown that one away long ago; she had been so pissed that time, the dress had not fit her properly, way to tight on her waist and too roomy over her breast despite her curves. She took it as criticism. A shame actually, that dress was hot and really teased a man's imagination. Widely smiling, Malcolm walked down the staircase, this time carrying the red dress recklessly wrapped around his arm. He whistled a song of his own as he opened the unlocked door. Ed had not moved a millimetre while he'd been away. Good. Malcolm grabbed Ed's hair and pulled the amulet from his pocket, then a frightening thought hit him. He let go of the hair, Ed's head fell down on the bed again with a thump. Malcolm had realized the amulet might be dangerous if held barehanded. Malcolm looked at the Amulet dangling in his free hand. If it had touched something... A shiver passed his spine and he dropped the Amulet it on the bed. After ponder the risks decided Malcolm to use the red dress as a protective glove. Ed's left arm hung nicely outside the bead in the free air so he simply hung the amulet around Ed's wrist. The first sign's came fast, Ed's carbon black hair stared to fade and grow in length. Malcolm carefully lifted off the amulet from Ed's wrist. The change seemed to stop. He put it back again. Yes, the transformation continued. Fascinating, Malcolm thought. Twenty minutes later Malcolm recognized his girlfriend's prominent tear shaped ass. It looked most inviting, even on Ed. The hair seemed thicker. It puzzled Malcolm, then he recalled Suzanne sometimes put in extra hair when she wanted look really good. Could that be it? Malcolm stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of blond hair and tugged hard. Malcolm nodded pleased, this thick hair was the real thing. Funny enough, Ed hadn't ever reacted over the brute treatment. Malcolm let go of the hair cursing aloud, surprised. Ed's free hand took his full attention; the nails were all red as if they had been painted recently. Malcolm quickly pulled off a big shoe, ugh! The smell was not pleasant but Malcolm's curiosity was greater than his discomfort. The sock fell to the floor too, then Malcolm bent the foot backwards, oh yes, the toenails were red too just like Suzanne. Malcolm started a closer examination, pierced ears, long eyelashes and red lips, too red for being unpainted but no trace of Suzanne's nose piercing. Strange, he thought. No, he shook his head recalling she hadn't got that annoying piercing until the year after. Malcolm wanted to see more, he started to pull the jumper off but somehow it got stuck. Undressing an unconscious person was complicated, Malcolm thought. He picked up his pocket knife and cut off both jumper and undershirt then he turned over Ed on his back. Wow, he thought the tits were actually slightly bigger and the slim waist exposed small stomach muscles, something he had not seen for years. He let his hand rub a breast, the nipple responded rapidly. No! That's a man, he removed his hand like being stung. His eyes wandered down the waist again, there was one more thing he wanted to see, his knife came to action again and left a pile of cut clothes on the floor. He smiled, the small bush formed a heart shaped triangle, he remembered shaving that one out himself the very same day he gave her the dress. Was that the same day she got her butterfly tattooed on her cheek? Malcolm throw Ed back on his stomach again; both cheeks were free from clutter, that was so much better Malcolm thought and let his hand pass over the roundness. God how he missed her. Malcolm shook his head clear and looked around, he could not leave the cut clothes on the floor. He looked up a plastic bag and started to clean the room up. Malcolm noticed he'd missed the shoes, he sighted and bended down grabbing the smelly things. Malcolm froze in movement and licked his sudden dry lips, he'd accidentally looked up between the smooth legs. The pussy looked so inviting, and lonely. No, he reminded himself again, that was a guy. Malcolm put the amulet down into his pocket again and lifted up the red dress, what a shame he never got a chance to see Suzanne fit in it. She would have looked so good and it had been damn expensive too. A second look at the naked body told him he could actually have that look. The task proved to be a lot trickier than he had ever imagined but finally he finished, he noticed the dress sat like an second skin were it should and showed a nice neckline, it was a nice bonus to see the dress actually pushed up the breast in a most appetising way. The naked non-tanned leg sticking out from the high cut skirt part of the dress looked miss-fitting. Black stocking would make it look so much better Malcolm thought. Malcolm breathed heavily from both the run and excitement when he entered Ed's bedroom again. He had found black fishnet stocking, a garter belt, and the high shoes Suzanne could not walk more than an hour in. He simply pulled Ed's lower body outside the bead, pulled up the dress and buttoned the belt on. Putting on the stockings was much harder until he noticed it was a lot easier rolling them up the same way he used to do with his condoms. The sexy strap heels Suzanne had left behind had however no easy solution, he almost gave up several times, they simply were too small, so he used the medallion, then he had a perfect fit. The dressing had been quite a turn-on, he noticed and scratched his crotch to let his proud member find a more comfortable position. Now the look was perfect. He tilted his head. No, if he bended the leg up a bit more then the end of the stocking would be revealed. He licked his mouth and almost forced the leg into position. Oh yes, that was sexy and he did not need an erection to tell him that. For the next half hour, the unconscious Ed was pulled back and forth in his apartment. Malcolm scratched his head disappointed, he could not figure out any more fun positions to place Ed in. He killed the tickling thought of carrying Ed up to his own apartment and continuing the display there. No, then he would have to bring Ed down again. He sighted, lifted Ed up on his shoulder and carried him back into the bedroom. Come to think of it, he had always wanted to that with Suzanne. You see, that left a hand free to sneak up along a leg under the dress, he thought smiling. His finger suddenly sunk into warm moist... Right, enough of that, Malcolm thought and dropped Ed recklessly on the bed. Ed soundly bounced behind him. His finger had a smell he had missed for a long time now, pussy. He turned around to switch the light off, when he noticed that Ed had landed on his stomach with that glorious ass in the air. However, it was the fact the dress had slid up just barely enough to loom that tight magnificent pussy only Suzanne was equipped with that made his heart miss several beats. Once again Malcolm froze in movement all dry in his mouth; he felt a slightly but painful jerk in his pants his fifth member did not care that was a guy. It had caught the scent of pussy. No, he couldn't, or could he? Oh but he could, Malcolm nodded, he could. Ed was unconscious, dead drunk as he was. Malcolm had thoroughly seen to that, oh yes. Ed would never know, Malcolm nodded, a trebling hand pulled down the distressed zipper. Malcolm's bluish-black pride jumped out in its entire eight and 3/4 inches. He felt pride over his limb despite the fact it had scared off more girls than it helped him to get. "Your so going to love this," he talked of experience, Suzanne just couldn't get enough of it so there shouldn't be any difference this time. Malcolm grabbed Ed's ankles and pulled him backwards closer to his limb, he placed Ed on the edge so he could doggy him first. He made a few encouraging slashes on the naked butt with his hard pride, then he took aim and thrusted forward. Malcolm rolled his eyes in delight as moist hot meat embraced him all the way down to the root. Malcolm held still and just enjoyed for a while then he grabbed the narrow waist firmly. He started slowly thrusting in and out. God, it had been too many weeks. The speed started to increase slowly just as Suzanne liked it, then Malcolm realized there was no need to be gentle, this wasn't Suzanne. He never knew he had a pace like that in him or even that he was capable of maintaining his top speed for that long. His high pace however did not pass unnoticed; the female body was crumbling under him in its attempt to get away from the hard pounding. However, it had no way to flee, backwards meant more meat and forward was blocked by the bed's edge. The muffled female moans the female body made only encouraged Malcolm to keep going even harder. He held the body firmly and emptied himself deep inside. Boy, he had needed that. He gasped deeply to catch his breath while Ed sank back into his deep unconscious state. No way he could go without pussy for the planned six months, Malcolm thought. What had he been thinking? He would go crazy long before then. Suzanne had clearly told him they could not have any love meetings, it was simply out of the question. Larry was following her every move quite jealousy and he would undoubtedly break up at first sign of foul play. Malcolm was convinced about that too. Kissing all those millions good- bye was not an option Malcolm even considered. Malcolm noticed his limb hand gone limp. He pulled out and zipped up, he felt so much more relaxed, almost satisfied. He smiled, that was no guy and the only shame Malcolm felt was that he'd been so rough. He sat down on the edge of the bed thinking. He supported his chin with one hand. There must be a way getting free sex on a more regular level, he thought. He could not keep turning Ed back and forth; Ed would eventually notice something so it just would not work. Malcolm suddenly realized his free hand's fingers were getting wet. They had taken up the task to work up the female body to a willing heat and they seemed to be on a good way with that task. The realization forced Malcolm to stand up. He corrected his squeezed swelling member and tried to chill down. He shook his head displeased, then he shook it again. No, it would be a waste to let a heated woman cool off again. He couldn't keep thinking only of his own good, could he? The zipper went down again, faster this time. This time Malcolm used his time wisely, moving slow and gentle, concentrating on making her come. It did not work, but the muffled sounds had sounded promising and the clenched fists still firmly holding the bedspread told him, it had been so damned close. "Couldn't you have handled a single minute more." He yelled on his once again soft member. He felt betrayed but no way he would lick a guy's pussy to reach his goal, he let the subject drop, feeling silly. Malcolm hurried back up to his apartment, he had to or he would soon be pumping again. Well, he had weeks to catch up. Malcolm sat down in the sofa, turned on the TV and swapped channels a couple of times until he found an acceptable movie. He tried his best to forget that warm, juicy pussy lonely waiting only a few floors down. The movie was about a hit man who kidnapped the girl he'd been sent to kill and secretly kept her chained in his basement, giving some fun scenes. Thoughts started to spin through Malcolm's brain; his few neighbours were used to Suzanne screams. She screamed a lot and not only during the act. She had quite a temper. The neighbours had actually never complained, not even to her constant loud music. Perhaps they were deaf, Malcolm shrugged and scratched his head. It might actually work, he thought and if so then it would mean he had all the pussy he wanted constantly available and for free. Malcolm rapidly started writing down a list of needed items, half an hour later it was complete. He needed a chain long enough to reach between the bed and the toilet and two padlocks, that was all. Malcolm hurried down to the ironmonger in the corner of the block. Naturally, he had not yet opened it after all. It was 03.17 in the morning. Cursing loudly Malcolm drove around randomly through the town, he finally stopped at a night open truck- stop. They seemed to have everything a truck driver needed but chicks. The girls had to stay outside since the owner disliked prostitutes. Well, it was illegal, otherwise, he probably would have rented out the rooms on the second floor per hour, Malcolm thought. The thick chains Malcolm found were actually for repairing worn out snow-chains. Luckily they sold them per meters, fitting padlocks was a bit trickier, he wanted pick-safe ones. The clerk claimed he never manage to pick those Chinese made ones they sold. Malcolm finally went for the Chinese padlocks. Malcolm made a note in his mind to make sure there would be no suitable pins for lock picking available. Malcolm was on an extremely good mood when he drove home. He felt he had it all thought out now, down to the last details. *.*.* Ed started to twist as the kisses washed over him. He felt extremely aroused, a warm kissing body slide on top of him and pressed his legs apart. The next thing that happened woke up Ed faster than if somebody had thrown a bucket of ice water on him, PENETRATION. Ed heard a woman scream as he tried to resist in the dark, but it changed nothing, a body too heavy to move away held him down and the impossible just continued. The female screams slowly slid over more towards loud moans as the pain gave room to more alien feelings. It just kept going and going. Then a sudden stop and he felt something swill deep inside. Ed lay still, mostly paralysed by shock while gasping for air. Suddenly there was a trace of light as the blanket got thrown aside and the warm body climbed off him. This is not my apartment, Ed thought absently. He slowly realized he lay on his back in a bed, nude and his legs wide apart. Ed tried to figure out what the fuck had happened. He heard a flushing sound as a nude Malcolm came back from the toilet. "Fucking Bitch! You're not leaving me again, I can't believe you hidden in Ed's apartment all this time, what a friend he turned out to be. I should kill that bastard for stealing my woman," Malcolm ended, he felt pride over his well rehearsed speech and turned his back to Ed. The words made no sense at all to Ed. Malcolm's nude back disappeared into what seemed to be the kitchen, while Ed tried to piece things together. Ed was still quite drunk from the heavy drinking the day before and his recent experience in the bed slowed his brain functions even more. It took him a while to figure out he was a she, and that Malcolm had just raped him, used him as woman, as his woman. About five minutes after Malcolm had started digging into his boring breakfast, the scream started. Malcolm nodded. It had taken a bit longer than he had expected. He pushed the bowl aside, walked back into the bedroom and slapped Ed, the third slap almost knocked out Ed, but it made him silent. "Dammit bitch, keep you fucking mouth shut," Malcolm warned waving his fist. Ed tried to tell Malcolm he was Ed and not Malcolm's missing girlfriend. Ed found himself getting his face forced into the pillow, while he got the spanking of his life. Ed had to recover a few minutes before he once again tried to explain that Malcolm was making a huge mistake. He was Ed and not Malcolm's missing girlfriend! He should free him right now! "Shut up Suzanne, do you think I'm that stupid?" Malcolm bawled back. "But listen." Ed couldn't manage to say anymore since Malcolm threw him down on his stomach, grabbed his hair and forced him up on all four. "I'll prove to you who you are," Malcolm claimed. As Malcolm positioned himself behind him, Ed realized what was to come, but he was unable to escape the much stronger Malcolm. It was as if he sat in a jaw vice, that was how firmly Malcolm held him. He lay silently on his stomach crying his eyes out afterwards of both pain and humiliation. He kept his mouth shut now. Malcolm promised him both a lot more of that treatment he just got and plenty of spanking, if not. Moreover, he would not do it as soft next time, if she did not give up this stupidity. She was his woman, his property, and that was the end that discussion. Later that day Ed tried desperately to scream for help while Malcolm was out shopping. He only broke his voice, either the stereo drowned his voice or the neighbours were deaf. Ed didn't know which. However, Malcolm heard Ed's broken voice and understood. Since Malcolm had bought a horsewhip, he decided to test it out. Afterwards Ed knew he had no choice but obey. Malcolm put the last nail in the coffin by forcing Ed to give him head. He cried as he did it, but he dared not to disobey. He was Malcolm's sex toy and he knew no way out of it unless Malcolm let him go. *.*.* A week later Suzanne and Malcolm met, as planned, in a flower shop. Suzanne informed him that she'd go on a two months long honeymoon, a cruise to some island with lot's of coconuts, then Egypt to watch the pyramids and a small detour over to Greece. She sounded too happy over the trip so Malcolm told her what he had done to Ed, something that first shocked Suzanne slightly, but then amused her but that slid over jealously when she realized Ed was a clone of her. "There is no reason to get jealous Suzanne. It's actually more like fucking a pillow, but a pillow is more willing," Malcolm explained. "Even so," Suzanne started. "Don't you think it's better than renting a whore, just think of all the diseases they have, you know I need this." "I know, very well, fuck her all you want. But you better not fuck around with somebody else. I'll cut your balls of if you do," she warned. "Oh, and by the way, tell me, Malcolm, when this is over then what are you to do with her? Hmm?" "Well... I'll just let her escape; she'll put up long distance between us in no time." "Yes, but she could go to the police too. It's illegal to rape, even if it's a girlfriend, so what do you do then?" Malcolm twisted, his perfect plan shredded to pieces just like that. "Firstly I wouldn't call that rape... I know. She'll take your place and have a tragic ski accident," Malcolm nodded happily. "No! Malcolm, no killing, never ever that. But she could take the heat," Suzanne nodded thinking. "Yes, that's it. We'll bleed Larry dry, have a nice collection of evidence found and frame her for it. It's perfect." Malcolm laughed happily. "Nice, now you're using your right head Malcolm." "I'll even make her believe she is you." "Just don't forget to put her on pills," Suzanne smiled amused. "Oh, well, um I start right away," Malcolm felt embarrassed he had not thought about that, a six or seven months pregnancy wouldn't pass unnoticed, he hoped it wasn't too late. "Now, if you know enough to keep your mouth shut in bed, then who would believe her story?" They smiled at each other. They exchanged some more information and Suzanne gave Malcolm a few tasks that needed to be done. It was just a preparation to start a soft milking of the golden cow, then they separated. Malcolm watched Suzanne's tear shaped ass waggling away, the sexy white skirt she wore teased his imagination. It made him horny. That bitch! She did that waggling deliberately, he thought. *.*.* Ed sat down carefully on the couch next to Malcolm, his lower abdomen still felt as if he had rode a horse bare- backed two weeks non stop. He could not understand what had turned on Malcolm to that selfish level. He usually took it somewhat slow and soft the doggy way as long as Ed had behaved to his liking. Ed felt no better after Malcolm's apologies afterwards for being thoughtless. He had done his best to be an obedient girlfriend. He really had not deserved this punishment, and the makeup cuddling he could have done just fine without. Ed knew better than pushing away the heavy arm that immediately fell over his shoulders squeezing him. He had been a prisoner for only a week now, but he had already lost count of how many times it was up to now. Ed tried to count it out, seven days, every morning, lunch, dinner, night and on a couple of days several times during the night too. That would make 4 to 9 times a day. It was too many times, it simply was inhuman. He shook his head. No wonder Malcolm's girlfriend ran away, he was obviously fucking her to death. But how had he become her? He wondered for the hundredth time. Malcolm squeezed his arm around Ed again, but the response he had put so much work in teaching her, was simply too cold. Okay she had not deserved that but it was Suzanne's fault. Malcolm decided to let Ed be on top, next time. It would be her first time and would give her the chance to please herself; perhaps he could even teach Ed the hip movement Suzanne was so good at. Malcolm decided it had to be an early night. Ed climbed on for the seventh time and straddle Malcolm. He felt annoyed over this perfection Malcolm seemed to pursue, he just wanted the damn thing done. Nope, Malcolm wanted him to climb off again; he suppressed the angry snort he wanted to let out and obediently climbed off. "That was much better done baby. Now enter with a smile on your lips and bend down after you've straddled so I can cuddle your breasts while you slide up and down." "No, no! Dam it bitch, I told you to roll your hips, now stand up start all over again and do use a better smile this time," Malcolm demanded. This is hell, thought Ed. He wished Malcolm would just throw himself on top and fuck him off. That way it would at least be over somewhat quick. All those damn details he had to keep in his head and they all had to be done in right order too. "That's more like it baby, oh yes, you so want it so bad. Roll damn it, that's right. Faster." If that lazy ass only could keep his fucking mouth shut, Ed thought. I'm losing count. One, two, three roll and squeeze, one two... Ed felt he was starting to make up a sweat on his back. Is there no end? God damn how much longer? Scum damn it scum, just... Yes, Yes, Finally, Ed thought, as he felt it shoot deep inside him, he had lactic acid in his legs. Gasping he looked at the bedside clock. 11 minutes, only 11 minutes. He wanted cry, all that work, it had felt like half the night, but all in all including all the instructions and failures, it had lasted no more than three quarters of an hour. "That's almost good baby. I teach you a few more numbers tomorrow." Ed placed him self in the girlfriend position, his head against Malcolm shoulder and knee up. The horsewhip had convinced him not to forget that on the first day. He realized the counting technique had one real advantage; he was kept too busy keeping track on the counting to feel particularly much emotion. That was a good thing. The next day started early for Malcolm, in the missionary position. "NO! No, you're laying like a pillow, lift you hips and meet, I've told you. Just follow the pace, how hard could that be? Now let's try again" Displeased, Ed lifted up his hips with each thrust inwards and down when it was going out, every third was to be a hip roll, then a twist. Having Malcolm's face all over his was repulsive to say the least, but he had almost learned to ignore that now. No, what really disturbed Ed was Malcolm's new demand: Now he had to ask to be fucked before Malcolm entered. Malcolm loved that. Ed gave into that demand without a fight; he had started to follow the path of least resistance since he knew Malcolm would hurt him otherwise. He just wanted to survive. Besides doing as told meant things usually got done quicker and they would be done whether or not he wanted anyway. Malcolm climbed off most pleased, the dance counting technique, to teach Ed how to fuck, worked like a charm. It made it almost like being in bed with the real Suzanne. Malcolm only needed to perfect the formulas for each position. Still, he suspected Ed would have learned to really like doing it before that happened. After all it had not gone unnoticed how Ed had reacted when he came last night. She had been longing so badly for it she almost cried out. Yes. Well that had convinced Malcolm he would let her ride on a daily base since she liked it so much. Malcolm felt like a saint as he dressed, he took good care of his woman. Malcolm left the apartment and hurried down the stairs. He had a meeting with a junk-shop merchant. It was time to clean out Ed's apartment and sell the stuff; he had already cancelled the rent contract. If the plans went along as they should then he would have nothing to do but wait for the next two months, and he knew just the hobby to make the time pass faster. *.*.* Two months later. Suzanne cursed the impulse that had made her do all her shopping on her honeymoon. Carrying her stuff through the airport was heavy despite the fact Larry carried the major part of her stuff. Still, it had been fun to just enter a shop randomly and just point on what she wanted. She smiled rewardingly towards Larry as he walked off to get a cab. There was one thing that troubled Suzanne, instead of enjoying the beautiful sunset she walked over to the payphone to her left. Still, old habits are hard to break. She kept a close eye towards all her bags. Ring after ring went through but nobody answered, twenty-five rings later Suzanne noticed Larry was coming back followed by an elderly man pushing a luggage cart. Suzanne hung up and hurried back to her bags, ready to greet her saviour with an innocent smile. Malcolm completely ignored the ringing phone, instead he slapped Ed's butt hard to get her going again. Nothing was going to interrupt them right now, Malcolm thought. Ed jumped up and down for all he was worth now, moaning and gasping for air, the hard slaps back on his cheeks encourage him to keep the pace up. Malcolm showed all signs of coming any minute now. The trouble Ed had, however, was the fact he was much closer himself. You do not ride for a quarter of an hour completely unaffected. Ed waited for the right timing then he made an oversized jerk with his hips and the long cock almost soundly plopped out. It had taken a whole month to make that move work and he was far away from perfecting it. Well, letting an almost nine inch long one slide out accidentally was not an easy task. It could only be done deliberately. Malcolm got furious almost every time that happened. Naturally, that meant Ed could only use it in emergencies. Ed had one this time, an emergency that is. He had been on the top of his climax and still been climbing, that's when the eruption comes within seconds. He had learned that the hard way. Yes, he had had them, even multiples. Oh, he liked having them, he really did; after all, it was a divine explosion of enjoyment ending in an hour-long deep satisfaction. Something that had not passed unobserved by Ed was the fact that for each passing day it got a tiny bit easier and faster getting up to the top where the jackpot waited and somehow Malcolm grew better looking each day too. Those observations scared Ed. "Dammit, bitch," Malcolm blurted out, his hand fumbled down. "Sorry," Ed apologized rapidly and put his hand in Malcolm's way. Ed could not delay the fumbling any longer. Malcolm might grow suspicious and he felt the few seconds he already had gained should be enough this time. He guided Malcolm home again and retook the ride. His head felt a bit clearer now, he was in control again. Suddenly Malcolm pulled him down and rolled over to the missionary position, made a couple of last strong thrusts before he delivered the payload. Malcolm rolled over on his back, pleased. He soon started to snore. It was the signal Ed had waited for. His small hand speeded up it's pace between his legs and the fire works started only a minute later. Nothing could beat that, Ed thought and smiled as the cramping waves of pleasure slowly faded away. So, why had Ed caused himself such trouble sliding out, spoiling the orgasm just to give it to himself afterwards? Just imagine the self-control he had to put up just to make the slide out when it was at its best. Well, one thing Ed figured out very early on about his forced womanhood was that a female dropped down from the pleasure threshold almost by a tenfold faster than a man. Then you had to start from scratch again. Imagine just an eight to fifteen seconds stop would be enough to lose minutes of hard work. Ed calculated that for every second's stop he gained almost ten. However, that counted only for the first 30-45 seconds then came the extremely big downhill. Yet he first had to pass something like a five seconds stop before any drop could even start. So, it indeed delayed an orgasm for him while Malcolm stayed almost unaffected. But putting a hand down to grab it and steer the hard pole right again took no more than five to six seconds when doing it slow. Ed invented the fast, very eager fumbling technique to gain more time. Well even that technique had hit wrong a too bit often. Lately he had made too many bull's-eyes far under two seconds to like it. Ed suspected the fault lay in his subconscious mind, it simply knew what it wanted. Anyway, to correct that he developed the slow grab technique. Yes that too had a flaw, Malcolm. He would be down with his hand within some five-six seconds top, naturally. Ed had developed countermeasures. Moving his hand in the way, blocking, pulling in the opposite direction than Malcolm and putting his hips too close so he would have to bend it, something Malcolm preferred to avoid. Well Ed had to gain that cooling time. But why? Well Malcolm just loved when his woman got an orgasm. He actually worked quite a bit to achieve that, and he always mumbled about how much she liked his cock at those moments. Well, talk like that hurt Ed's pride a lot. But primarily, it was the only rebellion he could do, robbing Malcolm of the feeling of a job well done. Well frankly, it also embarrassed him that he would hang on to anything and anybody during the seconds before and after the eruption often wildly kissing. Ed rubbed himself against Malcolm's body in pure pleasure, he felt incredibly good now, and he hated it. Funny enough Malcolm preferred the very painful doggy-position but he rarely denied Ed being on top if he begged for it. Yes, Ed had actually begged for that position, not sometimes but rather often. Yet he hated that position, but that was the only way he had enough control to dampen or even avoid those really hard deep thrust Malcolm tended to do with his monster prick when he got too excited. One should think that'd make Ed like the riding position. Well, that was exactly where the head of the nail was. It felt too good, and the counting technique Malcolm had insisted on teaching him in that position stimulated certain areas too much, almost as if they'd been developed to increase a woman's stimuli. Ed did not like that but a reckless doggy or a missionary could hurt for days. In addition, Ed felt less dominated and helpless when he was on top. Yet Ed didn't want to enjoy any sexual intercourse with a man, especially not with Malcolm, but given the few choices available for him he saw no other way. Like the missionary position, too close contact, some little pleasure and a considerable risk for plenty of pain now compared that with the safer and more distant joyride. If only Malcolm had been equipped normally, Ed thought, then he could have just laid there, feeling little more than disgust and kept his hate sharp. It's hard to hate somebody who has given you something like half a hundred orgasms, that was almost one a day. Well Malcolm had had something like 500-600 attempts, probably even more, and one orgasm in ten are far below average. Ed smiled over that, the love machine, far below an average lover. Ed felt determined it stayed there or more preferably, falling. Ed was woken early the next morning by the phone ringing again. Annoyed, he pushed Malcolm several times before he awoke. Then he listened to the short grunts Malcolm made in the phone. They made no sense to him but he understood Malcolm was agreeing to a meeting of some sort. Ed watched Malcolm hang up, he hadn't moved the phone this time either. Ed felt his hope abandon him. The phone stood on the window shelf only a few inches out of his reach but it could just as well been standing on the moon. He sighed disappointed, maybe Malcolm would make that mistake next time. Malcolm carried out the kitchen chair and placed it in the middle of the room. Ed sighed again, duty called. "Come here, Suzanne," Malcolm demanded. Malcolm sat down on the chair. Ed noticed there was no need to use the mouth since Malcolm's pole stood firmly. Well that was at least something good. Ed climbed on top. He rarely needed to be heated up nowadays, just the sight of Malcolm's pride in a erect state was enough to get him wet. Malcolm's steered his hot meat and Ed sank down on it. Then he grabbed backrest firmly and started the long ride. Ed disliked riding the chair, not only since Malcolm could kiss and cuddle too close and freely in that position. But it was also impossible to make that accidental slide out, and jumping up and down like that was very exhausting for Ed, since his legs had to carry the full weight. Ed had noticed his stamina had increased but it was still a most demanding position. Afterwards, Ed watched Malcolm carrying the chair back to the kitchen, then Ed followed Malcolm into the toilet for the obligatory shower. Ed had to scrub Malcolm's back and soap him in all over and then endure the full favour back, but this day, Malcolm wasn't interested in anything more than some cuddling. He pushed Ed aside and got dressed. Ed waited until he heard the outer door close. Ed's character changed completely, the obedient woman disappeared, replaced with one in revolt. Ed hurried up and dried himself. Ed started his elaborate routine search, eventually Malcolm would forget something like, emptying his pockets or leaving some useful object in Ed's reach. It was that small hope that helped Ed keep his sanity. Malcolm stopped whistling as he entered the public library. He moved around among the shelves for a while, searching the library until he spotted a single woman dressed all in white. Her look screamed upper class. Malcolm smiled, Suzanne sure knew how to dress. He grabbed a book from a shelf and walked over to the table, sat down opposite Suzanne and opened the book pretending to read. "So where's your beloved husband," Malcolm started while looking around. "The bank, I seem to have spent a bit more than Larry had imagined, and that only on jewellery," Suzanne giggled. "You want me to fix more papers like the fake bills?" Malcolm concluded. "Yes." "I don't recommend this, we should stick to the plan." "I know, but we missed one thing." "Impossible," Malcolm protested but Suzanne shook her head. "Our golden goose isn't laying as many eggs as we thought." "But he's good for close to 100 million." "No, only on the paper, Malcolm. Much of Larry's fortune is tied up in long term projects," "Damn!" Malcolm blurted out recklessly. Suzanne nodded agreeing while smiling apologizing towards those people who'd turned around and looked angry at them due to Malcolm's outburst. "So how much is he really good for, for us I mean?" "Somewhere between 5 and 6 million but they'd be hard to get." "That little, well it's a start I guess. So how should we continue?" "Houses, a few carefully selected ones should be profitable, I've prepared Larry for that by claiming I hate hotels," Suzanne smiled. "Okay, you want me to put some nice houses together and play the estate agent?" "No," Suzanne shook her head. "I don't get it." "Use Bob, he's back in town with a new clean estate company." "He's too expensive." Malcolm protested, not wanting to give Bob the 75% he usually demanded. "Larry holds on hard onto his money, Malcolm. We can't rip him off that easily, he also has an accountant and they do check things out carefully, you know this." Malcolm sighed soundly. He hated accountants, they were his prime enemies always protecting the stupid but fat prey. "Okay, then but only a smaller amount to get some pocket money or we'll have no profit left," "Naturally," Suzanne nodded. "So how do we pick the rest then?" "Well, Larry has a bleeding heart for the weak people, I think he'll bleed considerably for some poor starving children stuck in an orphanage in hmm, Bulgaria or something like that. I'll need you to prepare some papers and the ordinary stuff, Red Cross and so on." Malcolm nodded, this was a familiar area for him. Putting up a fake foreign help organization would be no trouble when it was only to fool a few people for a short time, just a few bribes in the right places. He could do that easily as soon as he got the house money. Malcolm discreetly left Suzanne and just pushed the book he'd picked randomly into a full shelf. Once outside again he walked over to a payphone and called Bob. Malcolm felt uneasy talking to Bob. Malcolm suspected Bob had connections with the mob and if you gave the mob a finger then they'd most likely take the whole arm, if you got away lucky. "Bob's estates, how may I serve you," Malcolm recognized Bob's dry voice. "Bob, Malcolm here, I have a hot runner in the sixth race." "Interesting, do drop by my office tomorrow." Malcolm hung up, wondering why he couldn't get over there today. He suspected Bob wanted to show him who needed who. They hadn't departed as best friends the last time they had had business together due to Bob's shameless prices for his simple services. The next day Malcolm sat patiently outside Bob's office waiting. The leather sofa creaked under him as he twisted and changed positions. It seemed like Bob let anybody who entered his office go before Malcolm. The cute secretary's smile quite troubled him. She probably thought Bob was making Malcolm wait only because he was black. Well Malcolm knew better. Bob only cared for money and Malcolm had threatened that, the last time they met, and now he had to pay for that. It was almost dinnertime when Bob finally let Malcolm in. He wasn't offered a chair, something that Malcolm ignored. He simply sat down on the edge of Bob's desk, flashing Bob a phoney smile. He drew a deep breath while Bob patiently waited. "I'm talking six figures here Bob," Malcolm started. "Yes, you said so on the phone, had it been any less, then..." Bob didn't end the sentence they both knew it's end. "If done right, it might end up to seven," Malcolm smiled over Bob's raised eyebrows. He had him on the hook. "Go on." "Give me a good deal first, Bob." Bob sighted soundly, while his hand offered the free chairs. "I can't give you a price when I don't know the risks," "Rich dude, wanting to buy some houses for his loving wife." "Ah," Bob let out. "Spread placeless I assume," Bob continued while he rubbed his palms. Malcolm nodded, he could almost see money in Bob's gaze. "How long safety time?" "Three to four months should be more than enough," Bob nodded and smiled. "Okay, I want 70% of the profit and all expenses paid as usual," Bob replied. "Fifty." "Seventy is a darn good offer," Bob protested. "Fifty," Malcolm repeated "I'm the best in this, Malcolm." "Fifty," Ten minutes later an angry Malcolm stormed out from Bob's office followed by Bob's loud laughter. Seventy percent, it was robbery and Malcolm knew that but he had had no choice but to accept. He needed this to get real money. Malcolm really wanted to get even with Bob once and for all but how? Well a relaxed screw would calm my nerves down thought Malcolm and walked home. *.*.* Larry sighed silently as he signed the contract for the fifth house he'd bought for his lovely wife in a single month. This house was a pointless waste of money. They would never travel to Cleveland. Still, it was a nice well kept hacienda that a lovely garden and the site value was good too. Well 300,000 wouldn't hurt, Larry thought. Besides he could always sell it later perhaps even with a noticeable profit. Larry shook hands with the Hispanic looking woman who'd sold him the hacienda and received a quick kiss from his beautiful wife. Life is good, thought Larry and smiled. Later that same day Malcolm waited restlessly at the bar of a striptease club. He looked suspiciously around using the bar mirror. He wasted no time on the naked girls dancing on the stage. They were simply big breasted blond cows. Malcolm never realized his behaviour made him stick out in the club like a single flower on a fresh volcano. A big guy with piercings almost everywhere on his face sat down next to him. "Mr. Black I presume," the man almost grunted. "Yes," Malcolm replied anxiously. Malcolm's palms felt wet. He noticed the reason the man spoke so strangely was due to the fact his tongue was split. He silently wondered what he'd gotten himself into but it was to late to pull out. He knew this place was a secret bordello and that the owner was someone who could scare anything crawling out from under a rock, but Malcolm wanted revenge. Bob had had one too many unexpected expenses. "This way, please." Malcolm followed the man out through the hall for private shows and past a red curtain, there they stopped while the man unlocked a door, Malcolm entered the small room alone. There stood a single chair on the small floor in front of a curtain, a roll of toilet paper hung on the wall. Malcolm sat down and waited. Some five minutes later, the curtain rolled up and Malcolm could see the shadow of a man behind the thick bullet-proof looking glass. "Mr Black, you have an unusual business proposal I've heard," said a voice with a broken accent. Malcolm swallowed. *.*.* It was the phone call that Malcolm had waited for impatiently, for a long time. Bob had finally got his share of the money ready to be picked up. Ed watched in surprise as Malcolm quickly got dressed and left. Never before had Malcolm not finished an intercourse he'd started. Ed suppressed his curiosity and got back to his routines. Malcolm almost stormed Bob's office only to once again have to wait a long time. The poor secretary tried to look everywhere but at Malcolm. Malcolm felt his anger rise but he kept it in control. He needed that money badly. Two hours later, Bob let Malcolm in. Bob placed a small aluminium portfolio on the table and opened it. "103,369 small ones aren't bad for only two months work." Malcolm snorted displeased towards Bob's comment and counted a randomly picked bundle of money. Then he skimmed through the other bundles. It seemed to be the amount Bob had claimed. It should however have been double or even more but Malcolm snapped his teeth close and closed the portfolio. He left without a word. Malcolm's hand almost cramped around the handle of the portfolio. He stopped in front of a pay phone and entered the number given by the shadow man. The signals stopped and he heard somebody breath in the other end. "The fish is fresh." Malcolm hung up as soon as he'd spoken the words, then walked over to his car and sat down in it. As soon as he had made sure nobody was close by, he opened the portfolio and counted up 35,000. He put that in his pockets. Then he pushed the portfolio under the driver's seat and prepared himself for a long wait. Malcolm almost missed Bob's red Ferrari as it passed him at high speed. Malcolm started his car and drove slowly towards Bob's large house. He parked nearby and walked over to the payphone on the corner of the street. There he sat down and waited. Suddenly the phone rang three times, stopped and rang three more times. Malcolm stood up, It was time. He walked around the large house and entered the yard behind the house. He spotted the backdoor and he started to walk towards it. Suddenly the door opened, almost giving Malcolm a heart attack. He felt his heart pounding hard as he entered the house. He was taking an unnecessary risk, but nobody screwed Malcolm and got away with it. He glanced at the man holding the door. He had a body-coloured stocking over his head. Some red dots on his sleeve startled Malcolm. Blood, he thought. A second man signalled towards Malcolm to follow him. The man took the lead up the stair and down a long hallway. Malcolm followed on shaky legs. They stopped in what seemed to be a library. A large pile of money lay on the large snooker table and two men were occupied counting it. Malcolm turned towards a man in a president mask. He seemed to be the leader. "Mr Black, a pleasure doing business with you," the man in the president mask mumbled in broken English. "How much?" "Pff, definitively past 900,000. I'd think," the masked man replied. Malcolm nodded. Just as he'd thought, he'd been seriously screwed. "I tell you what, you can keep your 35 if we don't have to finish counting" the masked man suggested. It sounded almost too good, Malcolm nodded agreeing. "Where?" Malcolm asked. The masked man nodded towards a half-closed, thick wooden door. Malcolm walked into the room. A man armed with a surprisingly small sub-machine-gun, his face concealed in a blue pantyhose stood guard in the room. A miserable looking figure sat in a fancy chair generously taped with thick grey duct tape. The strong stench of chloroform couldn't be mistaken. Malcolm nodded pleased, they had followed his instructions. "Leave us." Malcolm watched the man silently walk away. He closed the door behind himself. Malcolm swallowed and walked closer to the figure sitting secured in the chair. Bob was barely recognizable by the beating he'd received. Several of Bob's fingers lay on the floor, it didn't look as they'd been cut off with something sharp, it seemed as though Bob had no eyes left either. Malcolm almost puked at the sight. He then excused himself with the thought that it was Bob's own fault. He could have been quicker telling the code to his strong box. Malcolm picked up the Amulet from his pocket and placed it on Bob's neck then he picked up a black string-panty. He smiled as he remembered the Yakuza's boss's confusion over his request to get the most popular whore's panties. He'd explained it as an important part of a surprise and had promised a small present in return as a token of respect. He touched the amulet slightly with the panty and then waited as the change took place. Malcolm silently begged it would heal Bob's wounds too. He had reasons to believe it would but he wasn't sure. The Amulet had easily restored his fifth member a number of times but Bob's wounds were a great deal more serious than an exhausted limb. Bob's strained breaths soon started to sound healthier. It seemed that the Yakuza's most popular whore was a short Japanese girl. Malcolm dropped the panties on the floor and dug around in his crowded pocket. He soon found his small knife and started to cut off all Bob's clothes. He got a feeling of deja vu and smiled. The amulet found it's way back to his pocket as soon as the transformation was finished. Malcolm looked at the nude big-breasted girl for a while, then shook his head. She wasn't his type. He noticed her eyelids started to twist. She was coming around. Scared of being recognized, Malcolm turned around and left the room. "Take good care of my present, I'd hate if it got lost before it got delivered and do clean the room up." The president-masked man nodded and bowed in reply. Malcolm suspected they'd like his present. Then he hurried away silently hoping that no one would connect him to Bob's sudden disappearance. Malcolm drove in circles all around town for hours, too nervous to drive home. Suzanne would kill him if she ever found out what he'd done, now afterwards it hit him what a stupid thing he had done. It had all been a poorly thought out idea just to get revenge. Bob would actually continue to screw people, a lot of people, just not the way he use to. Malcolm finally broke out into laugher and then felt much better. He turned the car around and drove home. The buttons jumped to the floor as Malcolm ripped the blouse open and threw Ed down on his back in the bed. The skirt also got seriously damaged. Ed endured the fierce sex in a most experienced way. That blouse had been the last one with any buttons left. Now he only had two articles of clothing left in the closet, a sexy red dress and a long coat. He silently cursed Malcolm. He needed clothes if he were to escape. Why had he dressed up? He should have known better by now. Well, as he had hoped, for the first time, Malcolm had missed a paperclip that had fallen to the floor. It was too thick for the padlock but Ed had managed to flatten it a bit by hitting it with the chain. It almost fit now. He only needed a little more time working on it but he suspected he would not be as lucky as he had been this long day. Malcolm was rarely gone more than an hour. Malcolm moaned pleased as he came, then he rolled over on his back just relaxing. *.*.* Malcolm stood patiently in front of the ugly painting, waiting for Suzanne to drop by. He slowly moved to the next painting. Putting up their meeting in an art gallery had been a dumb idea but Malcolm had thought this famous painter knew how to paint. Malcolm shook his head, he wouldn't even let this guy paint a wall white if it was up to him. "Oh such lovely strong moves." "I just love those colour combinations," another voice replied. Unbelievable, Malcolm thought and rapidly moved in the opposite direction, away from the two insane critics. A blind monkey would have done that painting better, he thought. "Enjoying yourself?" Suzanne's voice surprised him from behind. "Hardly." Suzanne laughed softly. She knew Malcolm didn't understand modern art and this painter wasn't painting for ordinary people. Malcolm picked up a thick envelope from his inner pocket and handed it over to Suzanne. "I've added a few of bills, in case you get a good opportunity." "That shouldn't be needed, Larry bought seven houses that should bring in more than enough," Suzanne replied most pleased. "Well Bob added some unexpected expenses again." "You made him angry again, didn't you?" Malcolm shrugged. Malcolm smiled inwardly. It felt good to know Bob had salted his last deal at his expense. He silently wondered if Bob had learned his new occupation. He thought he probably had by now. "Damn! I should have dealt with him myself." Suzanne exploded; she took a few deep breaths to calm down. "Do we have enough background?" Malcolm nodded. "Yes, but I had to pick Hungary and an orphanage for mentally retarded." "No, Dammit! That's not good enough, nobody cares about those children." "It's what we got, make him put up a long term upkeep account." "Yeah, good idea, that should gives us a good excuse to squeeze out a more profitable number," Suzanne nodded pleased. They split up silently and Malcolm hurried his step. He felt he couldn't get out fast enough. That painter was a bigger fraud than himself. Luckily, he had parked close by outside a bookstore's customer parking. He reached it with a few steps. One of the bookstore's windows displayed a large picture showing an embracing couple in the middle of the act. That caught Malcolm's attention and he walked closer. Kama Sutra: The Ancient Art of Pleasure, Malcolm read, His interest had awakened. Only a few minutes later sat Malcolm down in the driver's seat and started to glance through the pages of his newly purchased book. Who'd think they actually produced something like this in India? The pictures were most telling for Malcolm. He sped home. Ed was most displeased by Malcolm's purchase, so far he'd endured 'the milk and water embrace', 'climbing a tree', 'the mixture of sesame seed with rice' and 'the twining of a creeper'. Who named sex-positions that silly? Ed grumbled silently while he performed the hair play. He patiently brushed Malcolm with his long blond hair all according to the book's instructions. He'd burn that book first chance he got. It had made his life so much more troublesome. *.*.* A week later a happy Malcolm left after a short phone call. Ed had learned long ago that when the phone rang for Malcolm then he usually was gone more than an hour. Ed saw his chance. He put the flattened paperclip in the lock and started to pick it. It took no more than about five minutes to get it open. Ed's heart jumped with joy. He tossed away the chain and rubbed his scarred wrist. It felt very strange not having the extra weight there. Ed searched rapidly through the apartment, he knew Malcolm put his small change in the sugar bowl. There was close to 200, it wouldn't last long. Ed suddenly realized his precious time was ticking. After a few seconds of doubt, Ed rushed over to the closet and threw the red dress over his head. He had to pull it past his wide hips, then he put the tricky heels on. Ed knew Malcolm's huge shoes wouldn't fit and the heels were the only shoes left, he knew of. He couldn't help wonder if it actually was true that men with big feet had a big one. It sure seemed true considering Malcolm's. Ed shook his head disgusted over the way his thoughts had gone. Ed stopped in front of the elevator and repeatedly pushed the button in a very desperate way while he forced himself into the coat. His hands shook with fear. Malcolm would be furious if he found him outside the apartment. Ed gave up on the slow elevator and rushed down the stairs as fast as he dared. Ed cursed his shoes on his way down, the heels knocked the stairs soundly but it would take too long to take them off. Ed froze to a halt on the third floor, he looked at the door marked S. Pesky, hadn't that been his apartment? Ed shook his head, confused, had it just been in his imagination as Malcolm had claimed? Was he actually Suzanne, Malcolm's woman? Ed wasn't entirely sure, but he knew you just don't wake up one morning as a woman if one had been a guy the night before. The sound of a door opening higher up shook Ed deeply. He returned to his running