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For A Friend By Mister Double U Working at a minimum wage job wasn't my idea of how to spend my summer away from college. I was a sophomore at a small University in Florida. I went to New York City to find a summer acting gig and when my funds ran out, wound up here. There's not much work for a theater major here, so I picked up a job at a local coffee shop. Cindy and I go to school together. She's been here since summer vacation started and was nice enough to let me crash for a while. Her parents are in Maine for the summer. In fact, she got me this job. She works the register and I make the coffee drinks. She's a sweet girl, a born and bred Jersey girl. Long brown hair, dreamy brown eyes and a smile that makes my heart melt. Most of the time, it's pretty fun. "Hey Sweetcheeks!" Duke Bennett yelled across the room. Cindy turned about 6 shades of red. He strolled up to the counter, like he owned the place and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. "What's shakin' hot stuff?" Cindy cleared her throat and pushed Duke's head off the counter. "Can I take your order, sir?" "Come on, honey." He said. "Don't play those games with me." He grabbed her hand and licked it. "You know you want me. So let's stop fighting." She grabbed her hand away in disgust and wiped it off on his shirt. "Are you going to order something?" she asked. "How 'bout an order of you, to go?" he replied, lifting her over the counter and over his shoulder. "Let me go, you big ox!" Cindy yelled. I ran over to the counter. "You heard the lady!" I yelled. "Put her down!" I leapt over the counter. Duke put up his hand, grabbed my shirt and threw me into a display along the wall. "Mind your own business, twerp!" he replied. He put Cindy down. "Now, where were we?" She slapped him across the face. He growled. "Don't EVER touch me again, bitch!" he screamed, grabbing her by the collar. He lifted her off the ground and held her there for a moment. He smiled and put her down, gently. He took a cup of hot tea from another customer and sipped it. "Ugh! This stuff tastes like shit." He spilled it out on my jeans. "Is there a problem here?" Mike, the manager of the store, walked out from his office. I started to speak, but Duke interrupted me. "Actually, there is. Both of your employees were rude and he tried to physically attack me." Duke said, looking at me. "Mike?" Cindy started to say. Mike stopped her. "I apologize Mr. Bennett." Mike replied. "I'm sorry, but that's not good enough. I'm a well-respected man in this town. I want satisfaction or I'll have your job." "All right." Mike said, in a tone that you would use on a stubborn child. "What can I do to ease this situation?" Duke smiled broadly. "I want him fired." He said, pointing at me. Cindy's face dropped. "Or I'll sue." He finished. Mike sighed. "As you wish." He turned to me. "Wait for me in my office, Eric." I got up and walked over to his office. "Anything else?" Mike continued. "No." Duke replied. "That'll do for now. But I'm not sure if I'll ever frequent this establishment again." He said loudly. "Then have a nice day." Mike said and walked towards the office. "I'll see you tomorrow." Duke whispered to Cindy and winked. He turned and left the shop. Once Duke left, Cindy ran over to Mike's office. "Mike, you have to hear what really happened." Cindy said. He stopped her. "Eric, do you have any idea who that was?" Mike asked. I shook my head. "That is Duke Bennett, son of Kyle Bennett, Senior U.S. Senator. A very powerful figure in this town. Been in politics since before you were born. And not the kind of guy you want to mess with. In his eyes, his son can do no wrong." "But he started it." Cindy chimed in. "Doesn't matter." Mike replied. "Eric, I'm very sorry. I know it's your first week and you were only defending Cindy, but I'm going to let you go. It's only temporary. Come back next Friday. Things should blow over by then. Ok?" "Not really, Mike, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do." I replied, standing up. Cindy and I walked out the door. *** "Worst thing is," Cindy continued as we sat in my stepparent's living room. "Kyle Bennett is a really nice guy. Every year he would come to our High School and talk. Too bad his son's such a jerk." "I can tell." I replied. "I've got half a mind to tell him off." "Great idea, Eric." She said. "And for the next year, you'll be taking your meals through a straw." "Ok." I sighed. "So what do we do?" "I don't know." Cindy turned towards the television. One of those Home Video shows was on. There was a guy at a formal party dancing in his underwear with a lampshade on his head. "That's gotta suck." I said, pointing at the tube. "He'll probably hide out for a month." I laughed. "Eric, you're a genius!" she yelled, standing up. "All we have to do is embarrass Duke so bad that he'll have to leave me alone." "Can he be embarrassed?" I asked. "Some people just don't care." "I'm sure he can!" She sat back down. "But how?" "Ok, if you're set on this, then I have an idea." I got up and headed up to the bedroom. I opened the suitcase on the bed and pulled out a short red mini dress and a long brown, wavy wig. I took them downstairs and showed them to Cindy. "Uh, Eric. I think that'll embarrass me more than him." She said. "No silly. Remember the play last semester? 'Undercover Lover'". Undercover Lover was a one-act play written by a good friend of mine at school. The story was about a guy who was in love with this girl, but she didn't know he existed. He decided to dress as a woman to get close to her. Of course, they eventually fall in love. My performance was so good that I won the drama society's Best Actor Award. "Yeah? So?" She said. "Well, this is the costume. I could wear it again and get Duke to go out with me. Then when he finds out the truth?.". "Hmmm. That might work. I have a friend who might be able to help us. Let me give him a call." Cindy said. While she did that, I went upstairs and got dressed. I threw on 3 pairs of pantyhose to cover my legs and long red gloves for my arms. The bra was next followed by the dress. It was a little low cut, so I put a little powder on my chest hair to keep it from being too obvious. I had just put on the wig when Cindy walked back in. "Ok, I called my friend and?." She stopped. "Oh no." she said. "That'll never work." "Why not?" I asked. "Because this time, you're not going to be on a stage twenty feet from your audience." She said. She stood me up and pushed me down the hall and into the bathroom. She took off the wig and handed me a razor. "Get undressed." She said. "Huh?" I asked. "If you're going to do this, you have to do it right. Take this, get undressed and shave off all that hair." She said. She walked over and turned on the shower. "Come on! Hurry up!" "Do you mind?" I asked, taking off the dress. She giggled and walked out of the room. I reluctantly took off the rest of the clothes and walked into the shower. I found a can of shaving cream and read the directions. Seems easy enough. I put a bit of it into my hand and rubbed it on my leg. The razor took about 2 strokes before becoming clogged with hair. This was going to take a while. By the time I got to my chest, it was pretty easy. I was running out of time and hot water. Cindy knocked loudly on the door. "Are you done yet?" she yelled. "Almost." I quickly shaved my chest and armpits, turned off the water and opened the curtain. Cindy walked into the bathroom as I wrapped the towel around me. "Let me see how you did." She said. She ran her hand up my freshly shaven leg, sending shivers all over my body. I could feel myself getting hard. "Not bad." She said. "Oops. Missed a small patch." She grabbed the razor and took my towel off in one swift motion. "Hey!" I yelled. "Well, I have to see what I'm doing, right." She said. She looked up at my now erect cock. "You shaved EVERYTHING." I had to admit that I really liked the way I looked and felt with no hair. She turned me around and checked out my back. "You like it?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess." She replied. "Now hold still." She used the razor to shave a small spot on my leg that I missed. "How about your arms?" "Go ahead." I replied, defeatedly. "You've already got everything else." I laughed. She took the cream and shaved off my last bit of hair. "Dry yourself off and then meet me in my bedroom." She said and left the room. I dried off, threw the towel around me and walked down the hall to her room. She was standing next to the bed, taking things out of her drawers. She ordered me to remove my towel again and threw a pair of panties at me. "Try these on." She said. I held them up. "You're kidding, right?" I turned them around. "Which is the front?" She smiled and walked over to me. She turned the panties the correct way and knelt down in front of me. "Here, step in." She said. I did and she pulled the panties up my smooth legs. When she got to my cock, which was still hard by the way, she stopped. "Take care of that, would you?" She turned me around and pushed me down the hall. "Come back when you're done." She said, closing her door. "Thanks a lot!" I yelled back. I pulled down the panties and walked to my room. I went inside and sat on the bed. I started thinking of Cindy. Imagining she was on her knees in front of me, touching my cock. I started jerking off. She was so beautiful. She was taking my cock in her mouth and sucking on it as I played with her tits. Oh Shit! I smiled and picked up the towel. I cleaned myself up and walked back to Cindy's room. "All better?" She asked, smiling. "I suppose. I replied, smiling back. She handed me the panties again. "Put 'em on." She said. I turned around and slipped the panties on under the towel. Even under the towel, the smooth material against my shaved legs was fantastic. "Viola!" I yelled, tossing the towel on the bed. "What do you think?" Cindy paused a moment. "I think you've got something extra in your panties, girl." I looked down. Sure enough, my dick was poking out from the top of the panties. "Can't you do something with that?" she asked. "Its not like I can just disconnect it and put it in a drawer somewhere." I replied. "How about moving it?" Cindy continued. "Hold on a minute." I pushed my balls up and into my body and then moved my cock between my legs and held them behind my ass. "Is that any better?" I asked. "Oh wow! Yes. Much better." She replied. She moved the panties back up. "Hold on to that. When you put on the pantyhose, everything should stay in place." She walked back to the bed and took the hose. "Where did you learn that?" "I have a cousin who was a Drag Queen." I said. "You never cease to amaze me, Eric." She took the pantyhose and rolled one leg into her hands and slowly moved them up my leg. She did the same to the other and then pulled them over the panties and straightened them out. "You have some pretty nice legs." She said. "I mean they're better than some girls I know." She finished, laughing. I took the bra off the bed and put it on. "What did you stuff them with for the show?" Cindy asked. "The prop guy made me some great fake boobs out of plastic." I went back to the suitcase. "Here." "Ugh! Hold on." She said. Cindy went into her closet and grabbed a small stepladder. She reached up and pulled down a small square box. "These will work a lot better." She said, opening the box. I reached inside and pulled out a silicone breast. It looked pretty realistic. "I bought those when I was 13." Cindy said. "I wanted large boobs, ok?" she yelled, jokingly. "I would try them on and prance around the room." She put her hand up to her face. "Oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this." She paused. "One day, I wore them to show my parents. My Mom laughed and demanded that I get rid of them. Well, I eventually got my real boobs, but kept these anyway." She took the breast from me and placed it into the bra. "Not a bad fit." She said. She put the other breast in and stepped back. I could see myself in the mirror behind her. I didn't look all that bad. Cindy held up the short red mini dress and frowned. "This is way too much for a trip to the coffee shop." She said. She turned around and went back into the closet. She returned with a little black flowered skirt and matching white top. "Try these." I took the skirt and the white top on. The boobs jumped right out at me. "How do you people work with these things?" I asked jokingly. "I'd be way too distracted." "We get used to it." She replied. We walked over to the small dressing table she had and I sat down. "Fortunately, your face isn't too bad." "Gee, thanks." I replied. "Yours isn't too bad either." She slapped my arm. "That's not what I meant." She turned my face to the light. "Not much stubble. That'll help when we apply the makeup." She sat down next to me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. I nodded. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "All right. My mom has got TONS of makeup." Cindy said. "She used to sell the stuff. Let me try a few things." Cindy used various different types of foundation against my face. It took a few tries but we finally found one that matched pretty well. Cindy grabbed a sponge and rubbed the makeup on my face. She did the same trial with eye shadows, lipsticks, blushes, and powders. She used gray eyeliner and some mascara as the finishing touches. Finally, she took the wig, brushed it to get the knots out, and placed it on my head. She ran her fingers through it to give it some shape and stepped back from the mirror. "Oh My!" she said. "Holy Shit!" I replied. The result was amazing. If I didn't know any better, I would swear that it was someone else looking back at me. This girl was beautiful. "Now, say something." Cindy said. "I do declare, Mr. Bennett. You are just a right scoundrel." I answered in my best Southern Accent. Cindy shook her head. "Come on. Be serious." "I was being serious." I replied. "I thought it was pretty good." "The voice is good. But drop the stupid accent. It doesn't work." "All right. All right." I said, defeated. I cleared my throat. "Good afternoon. What's a handsome man like you doin' in a place like this?" She flopped on the bed. "I promise I'll come visit you in intensive care." Cindy said. "Fine. What do you want me to say?" "I don't know. But real girls don't talk like that." She said, sighing. "How about if we play it by ear?" I asked. "You'll be right there with me. You can tell me if I'm doing something wrong." "I guess that'll have to do." She answered. She looked down. "Oh Gosh. I forgot about shoes." "Got it covered." I said, picking up a pair of big red heels. "Uh, Eric 'Come Fuck Me' heels won't work in this situation." She replied. "What size are you?" I turned the shoe over. "According to this, a size 8." "Then you're in luck." Cindy replied. She walked over to the closet and threw the doors opened. She must have had a hundred pairs of shoes. "My arsenal is at your deposal." She walked inside and pulled out a cute pair of white shoes. "It's a low heel, so you shouldn't have trouble walking." She walked back over. "Try them on." I slipped my foot into the shoe and stood up. I wobbled for a minute then tried walking. "Not bad." I said. I walked across the room and then sat back down on the bed. "Oh, what did your friend say, by the way?" "Oh, I almost forgot." Cindy replied. "He's willing to help. He'll take all the pictures we need." "Great." I said. "What's our plan?" Cindy decided that I needed better nails so we sat up half the night discussing what we were going to do while she attached and painted my fingernails. Duke usually came into the coffee shop around noon. I would be sitting at one of the tables waiting for him. Cindy would call her friend and tell him to wait across the street. When Duke and I came out, pictures snap and that's that. It was brilliant. Cindy got ready for bed so I went into the bathroom and stared at this cute girl in the mirror. Is this really worth it? It is for Cindy. I sighed and washed off all the makeup, changed into my sweatpants and went to bed. *** I woke up early and started getting ready for my rendezvous with Duke. I took a good shave, even though I didn't really need it and shaved my body as well. The feeling of the shaving cream was so wonderful. I think I may stay this way. Cindy knocked on the bathroom door. "Hurry up in there." She yelled. "Some of us still have to go to work. Ugh! You're worse than a woman." She finished. I turned off the shower and stepped out. "Well, excuse me." I replied. "It takes a while to get this good looking." She slapped me and closed the bathroom door. I walked into my room and dried myself off. I slipped on the panties and hid my manhood, then put on the pantyhose as Cindy showed me yesterday. Next came the bra and breasts and the outfit that she picked out; a short white skirt and pink top. I just finished putting on my shirt when Cindy walked in. She was already dressed for work. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded and followed her into her bedroom. She applied my makeup and helped me with the wig. The same beautiful girl stared back at me again. "All right. I already told Mike what we're doing." She said. "WHAT?!" I yelled. "How could you?" "He has to know, Eric." She replied. I sighed. "It'll be fine." She said. "Great!" I said, sarcastically. All of a sudden, I wasn't sure if I could go through with this. "Let's go?" she said. We walked out the door and she drove us over to the coffee shop. It was 10:00 by the time we got there and she went right to work. I sat at a table near the counter and pretended to read a magazine. Actually, I was too nervous to do anything except wait. Two hours and three lattes later, Duke Bennett finally entered the shop. He pushed past the line of customers and sat up on the counter. "Hey baby." He said to Cindy. "Miss me?" "Like a case of Athlete's Foot, Duke." She replied. "What do you want?" "You. Naked on a silver platter." He answered. I think I'm going to vomit. "Duke, I don't have time for this." Cindy said. "Sure you do. No one's in a real rush. Right, folks?" The three people behind him grumbled. Duke took Cindy's hand and pressed it against his chest. "Feel that? It's my heart. Yearning for your touch." He said, sarcastically, licking his lips. I loudly cleared my throat. "Wait your turn, sweet stuff." Duke said to me. "There's plenty of me to go around." He smiled. Now I'm really going to be sick. "Can I have a little sugar?" I asked Cindy in my best feminine voice. I hope it was enough. Duke looked to Mike, standing in the corner. "You heard the lady. Go get her some sugar." He said. Duke looked at me, licked his lips and then went back to Cindy. Strike One. Mike walked over and put the sugar container on my table. He shrugged his shoulders and walked back. "Did I tell you that you have the most beautiful body?" Duke said. "Mmmmm. I could eat it all up." I stood up, walked next to Duke and purposely dropped a quarter on the floor on my way to the counter. Duke looked down, saw the quarter and promptly put it in his pocket. I know he glimpsed my legs on the way. But he never left the counter. Strike Two. "Why do you fight me? You know you want it." Duke said, holding his groin. "I've never met a girl yet who didn't." "All right, Duke." Mike finally chimed in. "That's enough." He looked at Mike, glaring, but backed off. "Fair enough." He said stepping away from the counter. He walked over to my table, grabbed my coffee and started for the door. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I tripped him. Duke hit the floor, the coffee spilling all over. Cindy giggled quietly. I quickly leapt up and stood over him. "Oh my gosh. Are you all right?" I asked sweetly. I made sure that I was standing so he could get another good look at my legs. Duke looked up. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said gruffly. He made a point of rubbing my legs with his hands as he got up. "But I've spilled my coffee all over the floor. That's a serious safety hazard." "I'm so sorry for making you spill your drink." I said. "It's this damn purse." I giggled. "Let me buy you another one." "I have a better idea." He said, grinning. "I'll let you buy me dinner tonight. What's your name?" "Erica." I said. It was the first thing that popped into my head. "Well Erica, meet me at Caf? 21 at 8:00." He put his arm around me and we walked out the door. "And don't be late. I hate to be kept waiting." He squeezed my ass and I must have jumped ten feet. He chuckled and walked to his car. When he left, I headed back into the shop. All the customers were gone. "Well?" I asked Cindy. "Did your friend get it?" She looked out the window. A tall man was standing there shrugging his shoulders. "No." "Terrific!" I said sarcastically. "Don't worry. We'll get the pictures at the restaurant." I sighed. Mike stared at me. "What?!" I asked. "Oh, nothing." He replied. "You look really great." "Yeah. Well I hope Duke thinks so too." I said. "Otherwise, we're just wasting our time." "It's ok, Eric." Cindy said. "Mike, can I have an advance on my pay this week?" Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of bills. "Here. It's my treat." He said. "Get that bastard." Cindy smiled. Mike gave Cindy the rest of the day off. We left the shop and drove home. Caf? 21 is the most expensive and most exclusive restaurant in town. Most people have to wait months for a table. I guess being the son of a U.S. Senator has its privileges. We walked in and Cindy grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs. "We need to find you something appropriate to wear." Cindy said. We ran into her room and she quickly went through her closet. I took off my shoes and flopped on the bed. She quickly walked over and sat me up. "You'll mess up your hair that way." She said. A flurry of clothes landed on the bed next to me as Cindy took them out of the closet. "Here, try these on. I'll keep looking." I took the first one, removed my top and skirt and tried it on. It was a long, tight green dress that made me look like a giant cucumber. "I don't think this one works." I said, showing her the dress. She laughed. "You're right. Green is NOT your color." We spent the next hour trying on clothes. She pulled out everything from a nice pantsuit to a long formal gown. Cindy decided on a short black cocktail dress. It had small spaghetti straps and a skirt that flared out at the bottom. She gave me a little black shawl to wear over it and strappy black shoes with a 3-inch heel. She took off my wig, brushed it out and restyled it on my head. We fixed my makeup and grabbed a black purse to finish it off. I checked myself out in the mirror. "Cute." I said. Cindy smiled. We walked downstairs and she handed me a small plastic disk. "Put this in your ear." She said. "It's a two-way walkie-talkie. I'll be able to hear everything that happens and coach you if I need to." I took the item and pushed it into my ear. She put the other in her ear. "My father is a police officer. He uses it all the time on stakeouts." "Testing." She said. I nodded. "Great." I checked the clock. 7:15. We walked out the door took Cindy's car to the restaurant. When we got there, she slipped off to the bar to find a good place to watch. The hostess took me to a table and I sat down. I took a compact out of my purse and checked my makeup. Not too bad. I could see Cindy in the mirror. She was about 10 feet away, behind a large plant. I decided to change seats so that Duke wouldn't be able to see her when he sat down. About 5 minutes later, Cindy's 'camera friend' showed up. At 8:20, Duke walked in. I watched as the hostess led him to the table. He pinched her ass and sat down. "Well, I'm glad you decided to show up." Duke said, taking out his napkin. "I hope you bought your credit card." He finished, smiling. The waiter walked over. "Give me a 20 ounce sirloin and a bottle of your best champagne." Duke said. He handed the menu back to him. "And you, Madame?" he asked. I ordered a salad and handed him back the menu. "And put a rush on it, bubba!" Duke yelled. "I ain't got all night!" He turned back to me. "You look really hot." He said, putting his hand on my thigh. I moved the hand away. "Thanks." I giggled. "I'm really embarrassed about what happened in the coffee shop this morning." He slid his chair closer to mine and put his hand back on my knee. "Don't sweat it, babe." He said. "Shit like that happens all the time." I really hope Cindy's friend get these pictures. "Thanks for not being upset." I answered, smiling. He started running his hand along my leg. I moved it away again. Duke took my hand and moved it to his crotch. I nearly jumped out of my seat. "If you play your cards right, this could be yours tonight." He whispered. I smiled sheepishly. He smiled evilly. The dinner came. Duke slid his chair back and spent the entire time, eating and drinking and trying to put his hand up my dress. He didn't say one word the whole meal. I picked at my salad, wondering how I was going to pull this off. The champagne helped. I managed to get a couple of glasses between Duke's refills. The waiter came over and took our plates. Duke slid in close again and put his hand back on my leg. I tried to keep a safe distance. "Move in closer to him." Cindy said through the earpiece. I reluctantly slid in close to him. "Ah, that's it babe." He said. He put my hand back on his cock. He was starting to get hard. "Now you're getting a handle on things." He laughed at his own joke. I smiled and giggled slightly. "Rub his cock." Cindy said. I flipped my hair and shook my head, no, at the same time. "Come on." She replied. "Think of what we can do with those pictures." I closed my eyes and moved my hand up and down along his erect cock. "Oh yeah!" Duke said. "You're a frisky one." He nibbled my shoulders. I thought I would throw up. "You've got a pretty sexy body." He said. "I can't wait to fuck it." "Oh my gosh!" Cindy said. "This is GREAT!" 'Great for who?' I thought He continued nibbling on my shoulders and ran his hand up and down my leg. I had to stop him from going too far up my skirt. I crossed my legs. "We have to leave something for later." I said, giggling. He smiled evilly again. "Don't worry. They'll be plenty for later." He moved his head down, lowering the strap on my dress. "Excuse me, sir." The waiter said, walking to the table. He dropped the check on the table. The waiter had a dissatisfied look on his face. "What's the matter, asshole? Never seen two people make-out before?" Duke asked. "Fuck off!" He left and Duke went back to my shoulder. "Uh, Duke. Maybe we ought to pay the check and get going." I said. "People are starting to stare." Duke looked up. The couple at the next table was, indeed, staring at us. Duke stood up and walked over to them. I took the opportunity to grab the check and head for the door. Cindy saw me and quickly followed. "What's your fucking problem?" he yelled. I cringed and met Cindy at the front of the restaurant. "Oh man!" she yelled. "What an asshole!" "Never mind that." I said. "Did he get the pics?" I quickly pulled the strap back on my shoulder. "Yes." She replied. "But he says he needs more to make it really incriminating." "How much more?" I asked. I don't think I wanted to know the answer. "Go home with him." Cindy said. My face dropped. "Don't worry. I'll be right behind you. Nothing will happen." "If he kills me, I'm coming back to haunt you." I said. I turned and Duke had knocked the couple's entire dinner on the floor. The hostess was trying to calm him and he finally turned and headed back to me. Cindy ducked out of sight just in time. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the restaurant. "Let's go." He said. The car attendant saw Duke coming and quickly got his car out of the lot. Duke grabbed the keys and jumped in. He flipped the electric lock. "What are you waiting for?" he said. "Get in." I opened the door and climbed in. My skirt hiked up, showing a great deal of leg. Duke smiled and squeezed my thigh. I quickly sat up and pulled the skirt down. He frowned. "Can't spoil the surprise." I said. Duke floored the car and drove off. I lowered the visor and could see Cindy's car speeding off behind us. We drove through town, and through red lights, and a few moments later pulled up in his driveway. He opened his door and got out. "Come on, honey." Duke said. I opened the door and followed him into the house. I paused a moment at the door to see if I could see Cindy's car. Duke pulled my arm and slammed the door behind me. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Let's get down to business." Duke said. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me furiously. His tongue was all over my mouth and he was actually drooling. I pushed away. "I have to go to the bathroom." I said, matter of factly. Duke sighed and let go. "Third door down the hall." He said. He turned around and flopped down on the couch, annoyed. I almost ran down the hall and into the bathroom. The room was bigger than my entire apartment at school. "Cindy?" I whispered loudly. "Cindy?" No answer. I felt like a character in 'I Dream of Jeannie'. "Damn it! Where are you?" I sighed. There's a window in this bathroom. Maybe if I stand on the toilet and push it open?.A noise interrupted my thoughts. "Eric. Can you hear me?" Cindy said through my earpiece. "Thank God! Where are you?" "We got stuck at an accident outside the restaurant." She replied. "We're about 5 minutes away. Can you stall him?" "Stall him?" I yelled. I hope Duke didn't hear that. "Stall him?" I whispered. "He's getting ready to have sex with me." "Hold off as long as you can." She finished. "We'll be there soon." "Sure. Easy for you to say." I sighed. I checked myself out in the mirror. Still looking pretty good. I opened the door and walked back into the living room. Duke was sitting there, in his underwear, watching television. "Get over here." He commanded. I slowly walked across the room and sat down next to him. He quickly leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth again. This time, more aggressively than the last. I leaned back and tried to think of something else. He reached down and grabbed my breasts and roughly squeezed them in his hands. He pulled back from me. "Oh baby. Your tits feel so great!" he said. He started taking off my shirt, but I stopped him. "I'd rather leave it on." I said, sheepishly. He shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself." He grabbed them for a few more moments, biting them through the shirt. I tried really hard not to laugh. Duke stood up. He pulled down his underwear down. His dick stood inches from my face. "Suck it!" he commanded. I paused. "Duke, I don't think?." He stopped me. "I don't care what you think. I said 'Suck it'!" He stepped in. The head poked me in the nose. I hesitated. Where the hell was Cindy? He slapped me, hard. Hard enough to knock me off the couch and on the floor. I could feel a burning on my face. "When I say something, I expect you to do it!" he grabbed me by the arm. "Now," he repeated, slowly, emphasizing each word. "Suck My Cock!" I opened my mouth and Duke shoved his erect cock in. He took the back of my head and moved his dick deeper. I coughed a little and he just smiled. "You'll get used to it." He replied. Duke grabbed the back of my neck and held my head firmly in place. He then rocked back and forth, moving his cock in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes tightly. "Oh yeah! Suck it harder, bitch. Suck it like you mean it!" Duke said. He moaned a little as he moved faster in my mouth. "Hang on Eric." Cindy said. "We're almost there." After a few minutes, Duke stopped. He pulled his wet cock out of my mouth and pulled me up by my arm. His grip was like iron. "Ow! You're hurting me." I yelled. "Good." He replied. "That's the way I like it." He lifted me off the floor and carried me upstairs. His hand was up my skirt and he was playing with my ass through the hose. We walked through a door and he tossed me hard on his bed. There was a small blacklight on the night table. He jumped on the bed and kissed me hard again while pulling the skirt off me. He rolled me on my stomach and ripped off the pantyhose. His fingers went right to my ass. He tore the back of the panties, licked his fingers and shoved them into my hole.. "Ow! Wait!" I yelled. Duke wasn't wasting any time. He took his cock and put the head in my ass. He rubbed it, using his juices and the spit from before to lubricate my ass. "This is gonna be great!" Duke said. "I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will." He moved his cock farther into my ass. It seemed to take forever until he stopped pushing it in. Once he was in, he left it there for a minute, then pulled it out slowly. Then repeated it?faster and faster. "Cindy, where are you?" I asked quietly. Duke was pumping faster. My ass was burning. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I closed my eyes and hoped for a quick ending. "Surprise Duke!" A voice behind me yelled. I saw pops of light and clicks from a camera. Thank Goodness! "Not your best side, but still?" Cindy said. More flashes from the camera. I felt Duke pull out of me and I rolled over. He headed for the door. Cindy's friend continued snapping pictures. I heard a struggle and a lot of cursing outside the door. Then the front door slammed and I heard a car start. Cindy walked over to me. "We'd better get out of here." She said. She helped me off the bed and we walked slowly to the door. Duke stepped in front, blocking our exit. "You're dead meat!" he yelled. Cindy stopped him. "Anything happens to us, Duke, and my friend publishes those pictures he took. Won't that make your Dad proud?" she said, and pushed past him. She grabbed his robe and threw it over me as we left. "This isn't over!" Duke yelled as we walked out the door. "Not by a long shot!" We walked out of the house and Cindy opened the back door for me. I crawled in and she got in next to me. Her friend drove off. I looked out the back window at the house. I could see Duke's upper body staring out from his bedroom window. *** The next day, we called the house and left a message for Senator Bennett telling him that we had some information on his son that he might find very interesting. He called us back and set up a meeting for that afternoon. We knocked on the door and Senator Bennett opened it. He was a tall man, with a full head of black hair. He had a steely look in his eyes. "Won't you come in?" He said. We walked to the dining room and sat down at a long table. "Now." He said in a deep resonate voice. "What can I do for you two?" Cindy chimed right in. "Senator Bennett. First of all, thank you for seeing us. The reason we're here is about your son. Pardon me for being so blunt, but he is a rude, obnoxious person who needs to grow up and learn how to behave like an adult." Senator Bennett looked concerned, but not surprised. Cindy went on. "I have personally witnessed him harassing people at a local coffee shop, and at a very fancy restaurant. He thinks he's above the law and above everyone else as well." Bennett stopped him. "Miss McCoy, unfortunately I am well aware of my son's behavior over these past few years." Cindy looked at me and I handed her the folder that we brought in with us. She handed it to Senator Bennett. "This, sir, is a copy of an article that is ready to be printed in the Jerseyian newspaper tomorrow." I said. Bennett looked at the article and frowned. 'Senator's son seen with cross dressing date'- the title said. There was a picture of Duke and I having dinner at the restaurant while he was nibbling on my neck. There were also pictures of Duke and I having sex in his bedroom. "I'm don't like being blackmailed." Bennett said sternly. "Let's cut to the chase. What is it you want from me?" "All we want is for you to send Duke away for a while. Just until he grows up." Cindy said. Bennett sighed. He looked at the article again. He also went through the pictures. I was a bit embarrassed about that. "Very well." Bennett said. "Duke! Come in here please!" He yelled. Duke walked in. My heart dropped. Bennett pushed the pictures towards him. "Have you seen these?" he asked. Duke flipped through the pictures. "I knew they were being taken, but I haven't seen them." He said. His voice was steady and unapologetic. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Duke stood there and shrugged his shoulders. Bennett sighed. "All right." Bennett said. He turned back to Cindy and me. "I will handle this situation." "Duke." Bennett continued. "I'm very disappointed in you. We have a reputation to uphold and you're not helping with your immature behavior." He stood up and grabbed the folder. "This sort of behavior is political suicide." I felt a punch hit my throat and my chair fell back. I grabbed my neck and tried to stop the throbbing. I felt lightheaded and couldn't move. "What the?" Cindy yelled. Duke grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the wall. She bounced back and Duke grabbed her by the throat. I tried to speak, but couldn't. "As I said, I don't like being blackmailed." Bennett said. I could see Duke holding Cindy and taking something out of his pocket. Bennett continued speaking. "Duke called me last night and told me what happened. Your little plan is going to fail." Duke tightened his grip on Cindy's throat. Bennett moved towards her and pushed a needle into her neck. "Don't worry, my dear. You won't feel a thing." He finished. Duke put his hand over her mouth as Bennett emptied the contents into her neck. I saw her eyes get all glassy and she slumped in Duke's grasp. I tried to yell, but could only gurgle. Duke dropped Cindy to the floor, then lifted me up. I kicked at him, but Bennett punched me in the side. "Don't you think I knew what you were?" Duke said. "I'm not stupid. Just horny." He smiled. Bennett continued. "You looked pretty nice as a girl, Eric. From what I could see, you have a sweet little ass. Duke told me how tight it was while he was fucking it." He smiled evilly. "I think you actually enjoyed it." I shook my head furiously. "I have something for you too." Bennett said, pulling another needle out of his pocket. "It's something to help you sleep." I looked at Cindy. Bennett looked also. Cindy was lying motionless on the floor, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "There's nothing you can do for her." Bennett said. "And I have very special plans for you." *** So that's the story. All of it. And it's not a happy ending, either. Right now, I'm kneeling at the feet of a very fat, very married congressman giving him the best head of his life. I know it's great because his whole body is convulsing as I'm sucking him off. "Oh, baby!" he yelled, drool dripping off his double chin. "This is great!" He arches his back and shoots his load in my mouth. I catch it all and swallow it easily. He steps back and looks down at me. I lick my lips, for his benefit, and he smiles. "Best hundred dollars I ever spent." He said. He reached over and grabbed the telephone, picked it up and dialed a few numbers. "Juan? Fred. Yeah, she was great. Just come pick her up whenever you're ready." He winked at me. "Right. See you in 20 minutes." He hung up. "Get dressed." I stood up and walked over to his large sofa. My clothes were lying neatly across it. I'm sure you're asking what happened after our meeting. Well, I woke up in a hospital bed changed into a beautiful woman; blond hair, blue eyes, red lips (injected with silicone for that perfect pucker), and huge DD tits. He took the opportunity to have my vocal chords removed, claiming it had to be done after the "accident". I still had my dick, although it was now limp and useless. No one misses me. As far as all my friends and family know, I was killed in a car crash during the summer heading back to Florida. A knock startled me out of my thoughts. The fat man got up, threw on a robe and opened the door. A small man with an attach? case walked in. He opened the case, took out a leather collar and leash and attached it to my neck. "Come on, you." He said in a very thick Spanish accent. "Have fun." Fred replied as we walked out the door. We went down the hall and out into a waiting car. Juan put me in the trunk of the car and drove away. Cindy didn't fare any better after our meeting with Bennett. In the following weeks, they pumped her full of so much heroin that she had no idea who she was or what she was doing. One night, she found a kitchen knife, left the Bennett's house and killed an elderly couple out for a walk. Now, she's in a hospital for the mentally insane. I feel really bad for her. Juan got out of the car and drug me by the leash up to the house. Once inside, we went up a long spiral staircase and into a small bedroom. He pushed me in. "There are clothes on the bed." He demanded. "Get changed. I'll be back in 15 minutes." He slammed the door. The clothes were a garter belt, a pair of fishnet stockings, black push-up bra and a short black robe. I removed my current clothes and put those on. Needless to say the pictures and the newspaper article of Duke and I never saw the light of day. The editor of the paper was a very good friend and major contributor to Kyle Bennett's Senatorial Campaign. Everything was destroyed and the writer was transferred to a small newspaper in California as their editor-in-chief. Figures, huh? The door flew open as I pulled the straps of the negligee on my shoulders. "Are you ready yet?" he screamed. I curtsied and he pulled me out of the room. Another typical night. I don't know how long I've been doing this. I don't even care anymore. "On your knees, bitch!" he says, removing his pants. His cock is already hard and slapping me in the face. Without hesitation, I take it in my mouth and begin to suck it. Juan lifts me up and bends me over a small chair. He quickly pulls down my panties and sticks his hard cock into my ass. "Oh Shit! Fred was right! You have a great ass!" He pumps me harder and harder. I tighten my asscheeks to give him a better feel and he quickly cums. I can feel it dripping out of my ass and on to my stockinged legs. I turn around and lick the remaining cum off his cock. "Wow!" he says, lifting me to my feet. "You are fantastic." He leans in and kisses me. Instinctively, my tongue traces the outline of his mouth. He smiles. This is my life now. Like it or not. I am passed around from man to man, being used as their personal sex toy. I have no escape and no where to go if I did. Juan picks up the phone and dials a few numbers. Here we go again.