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Chapter five I was sitting at the kitchen table reading some bad news in the Washington Post when I heard a car horn sounding out front. I set down the paper, gathered my purse and walked over to the foyer. Pulling the curtains to the side, I peeked out the window to see who was doing the honking. It was James and his brother Jim, come to pick me up. They had driven in separate vehicles. Jim was double parked in his beat up Chevrolet sedan with James behind him in a new Ford Explorer that I'd never seen before. Before I opened the door, I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. Nervously, I turned to the mirror by the door and patted my hair, hoping that I looked presentable. A woman with light brown skin and dark brown eyes stared back at me from the glass. Her thick mane of dark, curly hair cascaded down to her shapely shoulders and framed her pretty face. She was wearing stockings, a very short, tight skirt and a midriff-baring top that barely contained her large breasts. The straps of her bra peeked out from under the shoulder straps of the top. Looking deep within her eyes, I realized for the hundredth time that no one could ever have guessed that a desperate man was trapped inside. My world had been turned upside down after I had somehow been placed inside of Janet Washington's female body. With no other course of action available to me, I'd been forced into impersonating her in a vain attempt to find some sort of clue as to where she had taken my body. Before she left, she'd disclosed some of my private files to the press and the police. With my business now shut down by the police and my reputation in tatters, she was now on the lam as they zealously searched for the person who they thought was me, Bill Richmond, a prominent Washington D.C. private eye. Through luck and circumstances beyond my control I'd managed to team up with James Arlington, another one of my former employees and probably the best investigator I had on my staff. Despite the lies and the thefts that Janet had committed, James needed her help in order to find the ex-senator Herndon. I'd been easily able to fool him into believing I was actually Janet, and I'd managed to finagle my way into his good graces. I hoped that with his help I could find out where Janet had gone with my body and how the switch had been accomplished. But his help had come with a price tag. James had been one of Janet's many lovers and I had been forced to assume the role of his submissive and loving girlfriend. I could feel my cheeks flush with shame and guilt when I thought of what I'd been forced to do in order to maintain my fa?ade of lies. In the span of only a few short days I had gone from James' boss to his bitch. It was almost more than my male ego could stand. I eyed my now curvaceous feminine form in the mirror. I was dressed as Janet had always dressed, in a sexually provocative manner. I tried to convince myself that I was only dressing this way in order to imitate Janet's past patterns of behavior, but the masquerade had been taking on a new form as the days had passed. Somehow I had gone from a reluctant dupe to an excepting and somewhat eager participant. I was finding that I was enjoying the novelty of using cosmetics and dressing in women's clothing, not to mention the sex that Janet's former lovers had been forcing me to participate in. I was finding that the sex with Janet's boyfriends was not only enjoyable but also earth shatteringly incredible. I pulled my mind back to the present and opened my purse. Pulling a tube of lipstick out, I carefully applied a fresh coating to my full lips. I placed the lipstick back in the purse and my fingers brushed against the small stack of photographs inside. I pulled the photos out and leafed through them. Janet had left them in the purse when we had exchanged bodies, either as a way to taunt me or as a clue. I had no way of knowing which. There were twelve photos in all. The first four showed Janet sucking on four very different and very large penises. The next six showed her being fucked in a number of different positions. The men's bodies and cocks were visible, but the heads where cut off. The last two showed Janet eating an unknown woman's pussy. Her head was cut off as well, but I could tell from the close up shot of Janet's face licking her vagina that she was a natural blonde. I'd discovered the identities of two of the men, and in the process I had unwittingly recreated the scenes in the photos. But the other two men and the woman were a mystery. Who were they? And how were they involved with Janet? And who had been taking the photographs? I hoped that I would find the answers to these questions tonight. I hid the photos inside of a drawer in the end table under the mirror. They had been a constant source of embarrassment, and I decided that it would probably be best to leave them here at the townhouse. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out into the withering late afternoon heat. I eased down the red brick steps, careful not to stumble in front of the Arlington brothers in the three- inch pumps I was wearing. James rolled down his tinted window to reveal his ruggedly handsome face. "Hop in with me, beautiful," he said, so I walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. His SUV was a good two feet off of the ground, and I had a hard time getting up and into the four-wheel drive vehicle without exposing myself. James watched as I struggled to get inside, and a leer appeared on his face as my skirt rose up, exposing the tops of my stockings. I finally managed to get into the truck and pulled my skirt back down to cover myself. Mindful of the role I was playing, I leaned across the seat with a smile and planted a kiss on James' cheek as a sign of affection. He wasn't satisfied with that, though. His strong arms roughly pulled me closer, and his mouth descended onto mine. My lips parted and his tongue quickly took advantage, entering my mouth and exploring. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers ran through his hair as he plundered my soft lips. When he finally came up for air, I could feel my heart hammering inside of my chest and moisture between my legs. I couldn't deny the effect that James had on me. I was a male trapped inside of a woman's body, but I was finding once again just how much I enjoyed being kissed by a man. With a smile of satisfaction, James started the engine and hit the gas, with Jim following close behind. As he drove, James explained his strategy. "We're gonna stop about a mile from your friend Charlie's house and switch vehicles. Jim and I will be here in the truck, while you drive Jim's car up to the house. By the way, how did you come to meet her?" he asked as he dodged the potholes in the road. I hesitated a moment, unsure what to say. He was talking about Charlie? Charlie was a woman? I'd been assuming all this time that she was a he. Once again James had proved how good he was at snooping out facts, as well as how little I actually knew about Janet and her friends. Biting my lip, I weighed my response in my mind. I knew next to nothing about this Charlotte Brasswell. What little that I knew I had read in the diary that Janet had kept in her room back at the townhouse. I tried to remember the details. "Charlie and I met while we were both taking classes at the University of Maryland. She was a good friend, and rented me a room in her house. She even introduced me to Senator Herndon, and got me a job working on his staff. But we had a falling out, and I was forced to find another place to live. That was shortly before I came to work at the detective agency." That was all that I knew. I hoped that he wouldn't press me for details, and luckily, he didn't. Instead, he handed me back the address book that he had confiscated from me last night and said, "Give her a call and tell her that you're stopping by." My hands started to tremble from nervousness as I took the book and reached into my purse for Janet's cell phone. What would I say to this woman about whom I knew next to nothing? I dialed the number listed under "Charlie". After three rings, a low and sultry female voice answered the phone. "Hello?" I tried to remain calm. "Hi Charlie, it's Janet," I replied. "It's been awhile, honey," she said after a moments pause. "I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by and see you," I said. "Maybe try and bury the hatchet, so to speak." "I'd like that," she said. "I'll be here all night tonight. I'm entertaining an old friend of ours who I'm sure like to see you as well. Hurry on over sweetie!" "Alright, see you soon," I said and hit the end button. Who could the "old friend" be? James looked at me quizzically, and I gave him a smile and a thumbs up. "Now that we've got that out of the way, let me show you something. You ever see one of these?" He reached into his slacks and produced a miniature radio transmitter and a tiny receiver made to fit inside a person's ear canal. I had used many devices like this over the course of my career, but I couldn't tell James that. So I acted dumb while he explained its use. "The small one fits in your ear so you can hear whatever I say. It's small enough so that no one will be able to see it. This one," he said as he brandished the transmitter, "I'm going to tape to your body. With it, I'll be able to hear what you and anyone standing near you say. I have a receiver in the in the back of my truck, and I'll be listening closely. Try to pump them for any information on Herndon's whereabouts. If we can find him, we'll be in the money, baby!" I took the transmitter from him. It was about the size of a small pack of gum. I noticed that 'Property of the Richmond Detective Agency' was inscribed on one side. James had apparently appropriated it from my office before the police could. It was very small, but not small enough. The clothes I'd selected to wear tonight were rather scanty and skintight. Any bulge would be noticeable. I mentioned it to James, and he looked me over at me with an appraising eye. "Don't you worry, I know just where to put it." He seemed sure of himself, so I dropped the subject. As he continued to drive, I wondered about where this money that he kept talking about was coming from. He certainly didn't have the kind of money he had offered me, not at the wages I'd been paying him while I was still his boss. So he must be working for someone else. But who was he working for? Private interests? The Feds? And why was he so hot to find Senator Herndon? We soon crossed the Potomac River on Chain Bridge Road and entered the state of Virginia. Chain Bridge Road ran through Mclean, one of the more pricey areas of Northern Virginia. Mclean was an upscale location, where multimillion-dollar homes sat on huge wooded lots situated well off of the road in the rugged hills and glens along the river. This was where the rich, famous and powerful came to relax after a hard day's work in the nation's capitol. Five minutes after we crossed the river we finally came to our turn and we pulled off of the main road onto a gravel lane. James parked on the side of the road and Jim pulled in behind us. He hopped out of his car and walked around to my door. Opening the door on my side, he hopped in and sat next to me on the seat. "Did you fill her in?" he asked. James nodded, and turned to me. "Take off your top," he said. "I need to put this transmitter on you." I hesitated for just a moment, but reminded my self that these two men had sampled all of my feminine charms only last night. I complied with his wishes, pulling the purple halter top over my head and exposing my matching purple bra. "The bra too," he demanded. I unsnapped the fastener between my breasts and removed that as well. I looked down at my boobs as I freed them from the bra. They jiggled slightly as I removed their support, firm D cups with fat, jutting brown nipples. "Yum yum!" said Jim as he eyed my breasts. "That is one fine set of titties." I flushed with both pride and guilt at his compliment. On the one hand I liked the fact that he liked what he saw. But I also couldn't help but remember how only just last night he had said the exact same thing. Only then his hands had been fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples as his big, fat penis had stroked back and forth between them. I could feel my nipples hardening at the thought. James picked up the transmitter and a piece of surgical tape and asked me to lean towards him. I did as he asked, and I shivered as his hands brushed against my skin. He taped the transmitter between my large breasts. I put my bra and my top back on, to Jim's disappointment, and looked in the mirror on the sun visor. My bra and the tight top pushed my breasts together, hiding any trace of the transmitter. "You drive Jim's car the rest of the way. Charlie's house is only a few hundred yards down the road. We'll monitor you from here with the bug we've planted on you." James and Jim got out, and Jim gave me his hand to help me down from the truck. As James opened the car door for me he reminded me, "Remember, we need any information you can get on Herndon. Where he's staying, who he sees, what kind of car he drives, anything!" I assured him I understood, slid into the driver's seat and shut the door. James leaned through the open window and kissed me on my lips. "Be careful!" he whispered. I don't know why, but the fact that he seemed to care seemed to send a shiver right through me. The two brothers then got back into the truck, so I started the car and stepped on the gas. I still remembered the address, and I watched the mailboxes as I drove. Finally, the correct address appeared in front of me. An automatic gate blocked the driveway to the house. I pulled up to the call box by the gate and pressed the button. A rough male voice rumbled out. "May I help you?" I replied, "It's Janet, I'm here to see Charlie!" After a long pause, I heard him speak again. "Come on in", he said. The gates swung open and I eased down the driveway. The house was immense, looming over me as I pulled to a stop in front of the five-car garage. I got out with my purse and followed the stone walkway that led to the front door, my heels clicking as I walked. I was as jumpy as a cat at this point. I had no idea what Charlie looked like, or what to say to her when I met her. I just knew that I had to pump her for any information on the ex-senator's whereabouts. I still wasn't sure why or how, but I knew that he was somehow involved with Janet. Finding him meant finding Janet. Bolstering my courage, I stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell. After I had waited a few minutes, I rang the bell again. Finally I heard movement on the inside, and the door opened. I blinked my eyes at the apparition before me. Standing in the doorway was a young blonde wearing a short black cocktail dress and high heels. She stood about five foot six, several inches shorter than me, with her golden hair piled high on her head. The scooped neckline of the dress displayed her ample cleavage, and the long legs emerging from her dress were a smooth and sexy golden tan. She slowly looked me up and down with a smile on her pretty face. "Janet, it's so good to see you! I'm so glad you finally got over that little tiff we had!" she gushed. Her arms opened in invitation and I wasn't about to refuse her. Not only did she have information that might be very useful, but she was also a very beautiful woman. We hugged, and she kissed me full on the lips. I thought that I felt just the slightest hint of tongue before she pulled away. I hesitated a moment, unsure what to say. This woman knew Janet, and I had to be careful about what I said. "Hi Charlie," I finally managed, "I missed you. Can I come in?" She smiled, and her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle. She opened the door wide and gestured for me to follow. As I stepped through the door, James spoke to me through the earpiece. "Just act natural. You're a friend coming over to have a drink and share some gossip." "Act natural indeed," I thought. That was easy enough for him to say. He didn't have to go traipsing around wearing high heels and a skirt. I couldn't help but notice how the dress hugged Charlie's curvy body as I followed her swaying hips through the opulent foyer, down a hallway hung with portraits of people whom I assumed were related to her, and into what I can describe only as a living room. It was huge, with several overstuffed sofas and a loveseat all facing a big screen television. Pinball machines and a pool table were scattered around the room, and a full bar lined the back wall. On one of the couches a man sat sipping his drink as he watched us enter the room. He rose to his feet as we approached, walked up to me and took my slim hand in his with a smile on his handsome face. He was tall, with dark mesmerizing eyes, a head of dark wavy hair, and skin tanned a deep bronze by the sun. His broad shoulders and thick arms bulged beneath his blue blazer as he brought my hand to his lips and gently kissed it, sending what felt like an electric shock up my arm. "It's so good to see you, Janet," he murmured in a deep voice. He seemed to exude animal magnetism, and I found myself strangely drawn to him, like a mouse hypnotized by a snake. His face was very familiar. I'd seen him someplace before, but considering the position I was in, I knew I couldn't ask him where. Charlie interrupted my train of thought when she asked "Would you like a drink, Janet?" I asked for a glass of white wine and the mystery man asked for a refill as well. As the blonde bombshell poured the wine and mixed his drink, the handsome stranger took me by the arm and ushered me over to the nearby love seat. I sat down, somewhat uneasy. His eyes had a look in them that I had come to recognize these past few days, the look of lust. I was starting to regret my bold decision to wear such skimpy clothing as his eyes slowly undressed me. "You're so beautiful, Janet," he purred. "I've missed you while you've been away." The love seat was rather small, forcing me to sit very close to this handsome and intimidating man. I shivered as he curled his arm around me and caressed my bare shoulders. Charlie returned with the drinks just then, so we all took our glasses and Charlie proposed a toast. "To old friends!" she said before we touched our glasses together and took a sip. Charlie took a long pull off of her wine and said, "I'm glad you finally decided to get over the little tiff we had, Janet. I missed you." As she said this, the stranger's other hand moved to my nylon- clad thigh and rested there. "Me too," he whispered just before his tongue began to dip inside of my ear. At that moment, James whispered into my other ear, "Ask them where Senator Herndon is!" "I missed both of you too," I said in what I hoped was a convincing tone. "But by the way, speaking of old friends, where is the senator? Is he around?" I asked. I felt like an idiot asking these total strangers questions, but I had no other choice. At the mention of the senator, the smiles disappeared from their faces and they both looked at me rather sharply. After a rather pregnant pause, Charlie replied in a stiff voice, "We haven't seen the senator for several months. We were hoping that you could help us with this, Janet," said Charlie, with a blank look on her face. "You see, we were looking for the senator as well. Right, Rocco?" "Damn right we are!" barked the man sitting next to me. "The last time we saw that snake he was with you! Where is he?" he demanded. The hand that had been gently caressing me now dug painfully into my arm. "Rocco?" I thought nervously to myself. "That name sounds so familiar. Where have I heard it before?" James cleared up the mystery when blurted into my ear, "Is that Rocco Tortelli? You never told me you were mixed up with him!" Rocco Tortelli! Suddenly it hit me. He was heavily involved with the mob, and his fingers were sunk deep into a lot of pies in the Washington DC area. I'd heard rumors about him a number of years ago when I'd been investigating some thefts of union money. I'd found enough evidence to have the man who'd actually embezzled the money convicted and sent to prison, but the mastermind behind the scheme was never found. All of his cohorts had been too frightened of him to talk. And now he was sitting beside me on the couch with his arm wrapped around me. Things were getting stranger by the minute. What were Charlie and the ex-senator Herndon doing with a made Mafia man? Once again, I was discovering new things about Janet's life prior to the body swap that was affecting my life in a big way. Like the fact that one of her ex-boy friends was a violent, psychotic criminal mastermind, for one. "They want to find Herndon as well," I mused. Quickly, I thought up a story and said, "I last saw him about three weeks ago, shortly after I moved out of here. We met over at Ben's Chili Bowl on U Street and had some lunch. Why do you ask?" "He took something that belonged to me, and I'd like to get it back," said Charlie. Her pretty face screwed up into a dark scowl as she said this. Rocco let out a deep sigh as he slowly loosened and removed his silk necktie. "I told you she wouldn't tell the truth. We're going to have to do things my way," he said to Charlie. To me he said "You were always was a stubborn little bitch, Janet. And God knows that I've tried to show you the errors of your ways, but you would never listen." Before I could react, he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. With his necktie he swiftly tied my arms together at the wrists. "What's going on? Let me go, you asshole!" I demanded. "We've grown very tired of your lies! On your feet, Janet!" he ordered. When I obeyed, he walked me over to a low ottoman lying conveniently nearby. "You won't be needing this," he laughed as he held me by the wrists, unzipped the back of my leather skirt and pushed it down around my ankles. Forcing me to my knees, he pushed me forward so that I was lying across the ottoman. He placed his hand in the middle of my back and held me there as Charlie walked up with what looked like a dog collar in her hand. "What's going on in there Janet?" I heard James whisper into my ear. I couldn't think of any thing to say which might clue James in as I fruitlessly struggled against Rocco's superior strength. "Why are you doing this?" I wailed as I continued to attempt to get away. "Don't worry, my pretty," she cooed as she buckled the thick leather collar around my neck. Her slim hand caressed my cheek as she looked into my eyes. "If you tell us what we want, we won't harm a hair on your head." She pulled up a short chain that was attached to the ottoman and clipped it onto the collar. Rocco removed his weight from my back and stepped back to admire his handy work. I was practically nude from the waist down as I lay across the ottoman with my ass in the air. The sheer nylon stockings, garter belt and tiny thong panties did very little to conceal my charms. "You always did look good in purple," said Rocco in a husky voice as his large, warm hand caressed the cheeks of my ass. "What do you want to know?" I asked in a shaky voice. I was starting to get scared, because I knew that the information they required was known by Janet alone. I couldn't support the weight of my upper body and my breasts squashed into the ottoman. I could feel the transmitter between them, pressing into my chest. "We need to know where Herndon has gone," said Charlie in a reasonable tone. "We need to know in the worst way, so we may have to inflict a little pain in order to let you know how serious we are." She reached into the cabinet next to the love seat and removed a large leather paddle with numerous holes drilled through it. She whacked it against her hand and it made a sickening smack. It finally dawned on me what they intended to do. "Oh god, please don't!" I begged. I'd come here seeking answers but I'd found trouble instead. Only last night James had introduced me to corporal punishment, something I hadn't experienced since I was a child. And to be quite frank, I hadn't wanted to experience it again for another twenty years or so. But I was finding that for Janet it was just another day at the office. She'd been a submissive who was into the whips and chains, and I was paying the price for her kinky tastes. "Perfect choice, my dear," said Rocco as he took it from her hand. "Just enough to let her know we're serious, without inflicting any permanent damage." He stepped behind me and I tensed, knowing what was coming next. I didn't have to wait long. I heard a whistle as the paddle sailed through the air and a loud report as it connected with my buttocks. I screamed, and the force of the blow drove my body forward against the ottoman. "That's just a taste of what's going to happen if you don't tell me where Herndon is," he shouted. The second stroke fell and the flesh on me ass began to burn. "Where is he?" he demanded. "No one was as close to him as you were! He never made a move without you!" "I...don't...know!" I grunted as the blows continued to fall. He fell silent as he concentrated on beating my ass in earnest. My body jerked as the paddle connected with my ass, rocking me back and forth across the ottoman. The pain from the beating was intense, and all I could do was moan and cry as it continued. "Oh god," I thought, "why me?" Tears of self-pity and pain began to flow from my eyes. "James," I moaned softly so Rocco or Charlie couldn't hear, "Please...help me..." But there was no reply. Just when I thought that things couldn't get possibly get much worse, I felt the surgical tape between my breasts begin to give way. The transmitter was being ground between my body and the ottoman as I jerked from the constant barrage of blows. Just when I felt that I might pass out from the pain, I felt the transmitter pop from between my breasts and land on the floor at Charlie's feet. Rocco realized immediately what it was. Quick as a snake, he promptly stepped on it, grinding it into the floor. James spoke into my ear, "What's going on in there, Janet? I've just lost all audio!" But James loosing his sound was the least of my problems. Rocco's face had become a mask of rage. "The bitch was wearing a wire!" he shouted, and he rushed over to an intercom on a nearby wall. "Richie, Sam," he shouted. Get your asses in here pronto! We've got a situation!" "We're on our way, boss," a rough male voice answered. "Hang in there Janet," whispered James into my ear. "If you can still hear me, I'm coming in to try and get you out." I heard a car door slam and then I heard Jim's voice in my ear. "James is on his way, Janet. Hold on!" His voice sounded nervous. Two very tall and beefy men came barging into the room. They didn't bat an eye at the sight of me tied up and helpless on the ottoman. Rocco picked the smashed transmitter off of the floor and showed it to them. "This bitch," he said, gesturing towards me, "was wearing a wire. I'm sure it doesn't have a very long range, and whoever is on the other end is probably not very far away. I want you to get the rest of the boys and quietly fan out and search for the bastard. Find him and any tapes he might have made and bring him to me! Now go!" The two men hurried off to do Rocco's bidding, and he turned his attention back to me. "There's nothing I hate more than a rat!" He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small handgun, which he pointed at me. "I'm going to enjoy killing you!" He looked angry enough to do it, but Charlie interceded on my behalf. "Don't kill her, Rocco!" she begged. He whirled around to face her and shouted, "Why not? This bitch just betrayed me, and if she's lucky I won't make her suffer before she dies!" "We still don't know where Herndon is, sweetie!" said Charlie. "Think of the money!" That made Rocco stop and think, and the anger drained from his face as quickly as it had appeared. A smile appeared on his lips, and he put his gun back in the holster. "You don't know how much I'm going to enjoy this, Janet," he said as he picked up the paddle and walked back over to me. He swung the paddle and connected with my ass once again. Whack! "Please," I begged. "Please, stop!" At this point I was feeling delirious from the pain. Tears were flowing down my face in torrents. It wasn't looking like James or Jim were going to be able to rescue me, and the situation was starting to look hopeless. Rocco laughed again, and I could tell he was enjoying himself. "You still haven't told us what we want, Janet. And now we have even more questions!" The blows continued to fall on my butt, and I was getting desperate. "Now tell me, Janet, who are you working for?" "If you tell us what we want, we'll stop, Janet," chimed in Charlie. But we were interrupted as one of Rocco's men spoke from the intercom. "We got him boss. We're heading back to the house now." "Good job! It's not the Feds, I hope?" "No, it looks like some kind of private dick. There was receiving and recording equipment in the car, but no badges." "When you get here, bring him down to the basement." He turned back to me and resumed the paddling. "I'm still waiting, Janet! Who is your friend, and why did you come here?" Something inside of me seemed to die. Jim and James had been captured as well. There would be no rescue. What I had once thought I could never reveal to another soul now poured from my babbling mouth. "I'm not Janet Washington!" I cried. "Please, no more!" They had broken me completely. I'd had such high hopes that things were finally working out for me. How could things have gone so wrong? "Stop," said Charlie to Rocco, who was getting ready to swing the paddle once again. She knelt down by head and whispered, "What did you just say?" "I'm not Janet," I sobbed. "My name is Bill...Bill Richmond!" "She's lying," said Rocco. "I'm not," I begged. "Janet stole my body and left me here in hers. You've gotta believe me!" "So exactly how did this happen, Bill?" asked Charlie. I considered telling a lie, but the pain had been incredibly intense and I had no desire to experience it again. So I told them the whole sordid story of how I had come to occupy Janet Washington's voluptuous female body. I told them all about myself, the detective agency that I ran, and how Janet had duped me. When I talked about the agency, Rocco appeared to have a look of recognition in his eye. Charlie would stop me from time to time to ask questions, and when I finally finished my outlandish tale she turned to Rocco and said, "I think she's telling the truth. It all fits with what we know." I was surprised. I'd thought no one would believe my far-fetched story. "What was your name again?" asked Rocco, doubt plainly evident in his voice. "Richmond, Bill Richmond." I whimpered. "I know that name! You were responsible for those pictures of Herndon appearing in the gossip rags! And you're the same private dick who messed up my union payroll scam!" He paused for a moment scratched his chin and said, "What was the name of that accountant who you helped send away for ten years?" "Jerry Winters," I replied. And he only got five years for wire fraud." "Damn, Charlie, I think you might be right!" said Rocco in a hushed tone. "Janet would never have known that!" "We need to talk," said Charlie, so she took Rocco by the hand and led him to the far side of the room. They left me there lying on the ottoman with my ass in the air as they had a very animated and hushed conversation in the corner. I could tell that Charlie was trying to convince Rocco of something, and eventually she must have won him over. They walked back over to me, and to my relief he set the paddle down on a nearby table and stood by ottoman, looking down at my immobilized form. "I've always taken great pride in making sure that my enemies get what's coming to them when they cross me, but someone else has beaten me to the punch this time!" he laughed. "But that doesn't mean I can't still have some fun!" Rocco's dark eyes seemed to devour me. Charlie giggled as well. "Janet was always your favorite, wasn't she? Why change things now?" He studied me intently as I looked helplessly back up at him. He must have come to a decision, be cause he turned to Charlie and said, "You're right! This calls for a celebration! Do you have any champagne?" Charlie smiled and walked over to the bar. She pulled a bottle from the refrigerator and showed it to Rocco. "It's French and very expensive darling," she said with a grin. Rocco smiled back at her. "Perfect!" he said. "Bring three glasses!" Charlie sauntered back over with the champagne and the glasses and handed the bottle to Rocco. "Only the best for my new girlfriend!" said Rocco as he looked me dead in the eye. "Isn't that right, sweetie?" At this point I didn't think that I could be alarmed by anything, but having this villainous man declare that I was going to be his girlfriend shocked me to the core. "What?!" I protested. "There's no way I'm going to be your..." That's as far as I got before he cuffed me on the side of the head. The room spun around and around as I teetered on the edge of blacking out. When the room finally came back into focus Rocco held me firmly by my bare shoulders and his face was about an inch away from my own, contorted in rage. "That's where you're wrong, bitch," he spat at me. He shook me violently to drive his point home as if the blow to my head had not been enough. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you and how I tell you because if you don't, well, let's just say things are going to get a lot rougher for you." He paused and wiped the spittle from his lips, and I could see that he was trying to bring himself under control. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say?" "Yes," I answered quickly. I was still a little woozy and I had no idea what he had in mind but I was sure that things wouldn't get any better for me. I was at the tender mercies of this mobster. I don't think he would have any qualms about hurting me severely or even worse. "I'll do whatever you want. Just...just don't hurt me." "Now that's more like it," he smiled gleefully. "This doesn't have to get ugly, sweetheart. You do what I want and you and I are going to have a lot a fun together. But if you don't do what I tell you to, I'll show you what happens to bad girls who disobey their boyfriends. And believe me, you won't like it." I had a feeling I wouldn't like his idea of fun either but I knew he wouldn't think twice about killing me if I displeased him. "Bill...that name just doesn't seem to suit him anymore does it?" he asked Charlie. "From now on we'll call you Janet...Janet Richmond! I'm sure that you're used to her name by now, and it will save a lot of confusion. Right, Miss Richmond?" Obediently I nodded my head in agreement. Rocco removed the foil wrapper, popped the cork and poured two glasses for himself and Charlie. The third glass he set beside me on the ottoman. They both clinked their glasses together and sipped deeply. He looked down at me and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot about you sweetie. To cement our new relationship, we should all have a little drink together." Standing before me with a wicked smile, he reached down and unfastened his trousers. His pants slid down around his ankles, revealing the fact that was he not wearing any underwear. My eyes widened when I saw what he had been packing in his pants. From his crotch hung a huge Sicilian salami, and as I watched in horror it began to grow in length and girth. It was the biggest dick I had seen to date. I had thought that James and Jim were big, but Rocco had them beat by several inches. The head was a dark purple, engorged with blood, and the thick shaft was covered with rope like veins. He moved closer so that his cock was only inches from my face and I could smell his scent. "My, he's got a big one, doesn't he?" Charlie said to me with a chuckle. I heard a click and saw a flash as she took a picture of his huge cock by my face. I turned my head and to look at her holding the Polaroid Instamatic camera. A lot of good that it did me, but I now knew who the photographer of Janet's little collection of photos was. "Just to show you how nice I am I'm going to give you a little drink right now," said Rocco with an evil grin. He leaned the bottle toward the end of his cock and tilted the mouth of the bottle so that the golden liquid flowed out of the top in a slow but deliberate trickle. He had positioned it over the head of his penis and the champagne flowed down onto the end of his cock coating it in a glistening sheen of amber alcohol. "Lick it off, sweetheart," he commanded imperiously. I'd been wondered how long it would take before my mouth was on the end of his penis. I hadn't wondered long. I eyed up the wet head that was suspended mere inches from my face. Before now I'd been able to hide behind Janet's identity while I'd engaged in sex with other men, but to have another man know my secret as he forced me to suck his cock was humiliating beyond reason. And the fact that my mouth watered with anticipation at the thought of tasting his huge penis didn't help. But I really had no choice in the matter, so with my face burning with shame, I opened my mouth. Rocco leaned in and I wrapped my tongue around the satiny tip of his cock, which noticeably made him shudder. I tasted the intoxicating flavor of champagne on my tongue as well as the tang of manflesh that I had already tasted so many times before. I soon replaced the coating of champagne with a thin sheen of my own saliva. "Oh yeah that's good. You must be really thirsty. Tell you what, I'll give you a big drink this time," he said, shifting his cock to aim a little downward. It was hard as steel, so it wouldn't tilt too much lower, but it was just enough for what he had planned. "Get ready to drink up, sweetie!" He placed the tip of the bottle at the base of his long cock and poured a liberal amount on the top of the shaft. The bubbly liquor meandered its way down the thick, veined shaft and dribbled off the underside of the head in a thin trickle into my waiting mouth. It was as if he were peeing into my open mouth, an image that I'm sure pleased him to no end. For my part I greedily lapped up the unexpected gift of alcohol, hoping to numb my senses to the point where I'd be able to make it through this humiliating scene with my dignity intact. "Oh, I think I found something my little sweetie-pie likes," Rocco said, looking down at me as I tried to catch every drop of the sparkling wine that fell from the end of his penis. He started to move his cock from side to side and I was obliged to follow his lead by moving my head in rhythm with his movements to continue to catch the champagne in my mouth. But I couldn't keep up with his rapid movements in the position I lay in, so champagne splashed onto my face and fell to the floor beneath me. "You're spilling too much on the floor! I don't want to waste our champagne, so open up wide and put the head in your mouth." I opened as wide as I could as he placed the meaty head of his cock in my mouth. It didn't exactly stretch my mouth to the limits but it was far beyond anything else that had been placed there to date. I wrapped my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around it. It tasted of expensive French champagne and his pre-come. I dipped my tongue into his pee hole and scooped up what had accumulated there. "My, you do seem to love having a hard cock in your mouth, don't you?" said Charlie, a hint of laughter in her voice. I didn't reply as I continued to suck on the fat penis in my mouth. "That's enough," he whispered, so I stopped what I was doing and allowed the head to lay on my wet tongue. He again poured champagne down the top of the shaft and I had to open as wide as possible to be able to allow the heady liquor to pour into my mouth. It was splashing onto my tongue and in my current position I was having trouble swallowing the copious amount he was pouring down my throat. But I just was thankful at that point that the liquid was champagne. "Boy, I think my new girlfriend is a little bit of the lush," he said to Charlie as he pulled back on the bottle and stopped the flow of champagne down into my mouth. He pulled his cock out and pulled back on the shaft so that it pointing almost straight up in the air. He then poured a liberal amount of champagne onto his smooth clean-shaven ball- sac. It dribbled down onto his expensive silk pants and the carpet, but he didn't seem to mind. "Have another drink...on me." He smiled when he said the "on me" line but I didn't find it quite so witty. Again I knew what was expected of a "good girl" and leaned in and tongued the large wrinkled testicles that hung beneath his upturned cock. It was a sad statement of fact that I knew what was expected of a "good girl" in a cock-sucking situation. It was even sadder that without a word I had just started licking another man's balls. "Oooh...that's the spot," Rocco groaned as my tongue danced circles over his low hanging balls. I even sucked one of them into my mouth and played the tip of my tongue over it as I sucked. It seemed to drive him crazy, and he shuddered when I did it a second time on the other side. I could tell he was already close to cumming and I hadn't even really done that much, at least not in comparison with what I had to do to other men to make them cum. "Keep doing what your doing, sweetheart...yeah...right there." As I continued to suck on his balls, I noticed that Charlie had wrapped her small feminine hand around Rocco's fat cock and had started to jack him off. I redoubled my efforts hoping to make him cum as soon as possible. The quicker I could make him cum the sooner my ordeal might be over. My tongue lashed at the tender flesh of his ball-sac and my spit soon covered his smooth testicles with a glistening sheen. I sucked on his balls, I licked them, and namely I did everything that I could to coax that pearly white fluid out of the Rocco's cock. My efforts soon paid off as he started to breathe heavily and I knew he was about to cum. I had become an expert lately on when men were about to have an orgasm. Did that make me a "good girl" too? I knew it made for a good slut, but I tried not to think about it because I was afraid that it might make me cry. "Yeah, sweetie,...keep going...that's it...suck on my balls...you bitch," he moaned as his whole body tensed. If I had redoubled my efforts before now I tripled them and really went at his balls with a passion. He let out a loud guttural moan as I felt his balls expand. "Oh shit I'm cumming," he groaned. He came with such intensity that I thought they could hear him in the next town. I was so intent with what I was doing I didn't notice right away what was going on above me. He came in great heaves and when I looked up I noticed that Charlie had tilted his cock back down. What's more she had taken the third champagne glass and put it under his cockhead and was now collecting his great torrents of liquid lust into the glass. Her small hand pumped his cock vigorously, wringing out every last drop of his sperm. Within a minute he was done, so I stopped licking his balls and lay there, unable to do anything but watch. "That was fucking great," Rocco sighed. Charlie knelt beside him, holding the cum-filled glass in her hand. There was a lot of cum in that glass. Rocco noticed me eyeing it suspiciously and grinned an evil grin. "I told you we'd be having a drink together, sweetheart. And you did such a good job that I think you've earned it. So here's your reward, I made it especially for you. Drink up." Charlie offered the glass to my lips but I didn't open my mouth. Instead, I looked into the white swirling mixture that half-filled the glass. It was an awful lot of cum, and this was coming from someone who had drunk a lot of it over the last few days. Of course I had never drank it quite like this before. I'd always drunk it straight from the tap. I wasn't sure which was worse. On the one hand I had to be sucking on the end of a man's hard cock to get it, but as I knelt there staring at that glass full of cum I was sure that drinking it like this was somehow worse. "Drink it!" Rocco ordered again. His eyes narrowed and his body tensed and I knew his patience was being tried. I opened my mouth and Charlie put the glass to my lips and tilted it. Slowly, the sticky goo that sat in the glass slid over the rim and onto my tongue, where I quickly gulped it down. It was salty and thick, and I savored the flavor as I drank down all the sperm that he had deposited in this glass for my drinking pleasure. It took me over a minute to get it all down. My mouth was filled with the taste of his seed. "Hope you liked the taste of that, sweetheart, because there's a lot more where that came from," he said cupping his still moist balls. "The way I got it figured you have another three or four glassfuls to go yet, so I hope you're thirsty!" "Three or four," I gasped, unable to hide my surprise. How was I going to make him cum that many times? Did I even want to know the answer to that? Charlie laughed at the expression on my face. "That wasn't so bad was it? You'll love being a girl when you get used to it. Having a man kiss your lips, play with your tits, suck your nipples, screw your pussy with his big hard cock, have you kiss and suck his cock so that you can drink his cum and all those things that a girl loves to do will come naturally to you now that you are a girl." "How would you know how I feel?" I snapped. "Oh, I know only too well how you feel, "Janet"!" laughed Charlie. You see, I was a man once just like you. I..." Her voice died away as she saw the incredulous look on my face. "She doesn't believe me, Rocco!" "I'm not surprised," he replied as he unsnapped the chain holding me to the ottoman from my collar and pulled me to my feet. "I'm still having a hard time believing it myself." Thankfully, he pulled my skirt back up around my hips and carefully rezipped it. He gave my ass a pat and said, "Let's take her down to the lab. Her partner is on the way, and we can introduce her to a new friend while we wait." What were they talking about? A lab? But my thoughts were interrupted when Rocco grabbed my still bound arms and marched me ahead of him. Charlie led us out of the living room and down the hall to a door that led to a long, dark staircase. I had to step carefully in my high heels as Rocco walked me down the stairs. At the bottom, Charlie opened another door, which led into a large well lit room smelling of disinfectant. The walls, floors and ceilings where all painted a bright hospital white. It seemed like a set from a bad science fiction movie. A half dozen stainless steel tables covered with machines with colorful flashing lights, assorted electrical equipment and computers filled the room. Along the far wall, something else caught my attention. Looking like refugees from an execution chamber, a matching set of two large wooden chairs sat side by side against the far wall. The arms and legs of the chairs had built in restraints and two hats resembling spaghetti strainers lay on the seats. Numerous wires ran from the hats to one of the flashing gizmos on a nearby table. "As you can see, I've been doing some rather extensive remodeling," said Charlie as she gestured around the room. From the looks of the place, she'd done it in early mad scientist. And at that point, I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd seen Frankenstein lying on one of the tables. I was led to the far corner of the room where three doors with small peepholes built into them were set into the wall. Rocco freed my arms and opened the middle door. On the other side of the door was a small room, maybe eight by eight. A toilet and a sink were on one side, and on the other was a cot. A small, gnomish looking man sat on the cot with his head in his hands. Rocco gave me a push and I was propelled into the room. "You'll have to cool your heels in here for a little while, darling," said Rocco. The door swung shut behind me. The man looked up at me, and his eyes widened in recognition. "Janet?" he whispered. "I...I'm not Janet," I replied. I didn't feel the need to lie to this pitiful man. He acted like he hadn't heard me. "Janet, it's me, Charlie! Don't you recognize me?" His words sent a shiver of horror through me. The blonde had been telling the truth. But if this was Charlie, then the woman outside was...who? I examined my cellmate more closely. His eyes were dilated and his hands shook as if from palsy. I was no doctor but it appeared to me that he had been sedated. "It's going to be alright," I assured the drug addled man as I sat down on the cot beside him. I felt so sorry for him. He was in the same boat I was, his rightful body forcibly taken from him...or was it her? Just then a babble of voices brought me from my thoughts. I stood up and peered through the peephole. At least four or five of Rocco's goons led a bruised and battered Jim into the room in handcuffs. His clothes were dirty and torn, and a small rivulet of blood ran from his mouth. It looked like he had given as well as he had got, though, because several of his guards sported black eyes and bruises as well. But where was James? Hope sprang anew within me, because I knew that with him still free we still had a chance. All I could do was cross my fingers and wait.