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Detective's Blues Chapter Eight I sat down on the cot inside the cell and rested my head in my hands. Things were not going at all as I'd planned. Unfortunately, that was something I'd grown used to over the last three crazy days. Ever since I'd been swapped into Janet's curvy female form, anything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Surely I had to be due some luck soon. I turned my head and looked at my companion in the small room. She was at the sink, furiously trying to wash out her mouth in the running water. I guess she was having a hard time getting the taste of Rocco's semen out of her mouth. "Jim, you've been gargling water for the last ten minutes. Enough!" I demanded. Jim turned from what she was doing and looked at me with a woeful expression on her face. "What's wrong with me, Janet? I'm no fag, but I sucked that bastard's cock! I can't believe what I've done!" I smiled ruefully. Jim was having the same reaction as I'd had when I sucked a man's cock for the first time. The feelings of confusion and the fear that maybe you'd turned gay were no strangers to me. But since that time I'd come to discover that I very much enjoyed sex from the female's perspective. Quite a change for a heterosexual man who'd unwittingly been trapped in a woman's body. I threw Jim one of the towels hanging by the cot and she patted her face dry, her slim hands shaking. Jim was now quite the beauty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and long and shapely legs. She was any man's wet dream come true. Only sixty minutes ago, Jim had been a tall, muscular African American male. But Rocco Tortelli had changed that, swapping his mind into the body of the young heiress Charlotte Brasswell in whose basement we were now locked up. And now Rocco had taken off for parts unknown, leaving us to fend for ourselves. The law was on the way, and he didn't intend to stick around to chat. Thankfully, he hadn't revealed to Jim the fact that I was actually Bill Richmond. Jim started to pace, obviously upset by the events of the last hour. "Sit down Jim," I cajoled, "We need to talk." Reluctantly, Jim sat beside me on the cot. "If we don't get your story straight, the police are going to arrest you and put you in jail. We need to work on your alibi to explain why Charlie was with Rocco and why you didn't call the police." "Oh god, do I have to be Charlie? Why don't we just tell the truth?" She pouted, looking very cute and sexy. "Jim, I'm just looking out for your best interests," I lied. Actually, I was looking out for mine. "If Rocco was to find out you'd blabbed, he'd have no compunctions against getting rid of your male body. Then where would you be?" I looked at her and smiled. "Besides, how do you think James would react when we told him about how you sucked Rocco's cock? I don't think he'd approve of that." "Oh, God, please don't do that! I'd never live it down," she begged, burying her head in her hands. "Then obviously our only course of action is for you to cooperate with me and pretend to be Charlie," I explained. She lifted her head from her hands and looked at me. "What do you think I should say?" she asked. She pouted even harder, and tears filled her eyes. I could tell that Jim was having a hard time excepting the fact that she was now a woman. It was also becoming increasingly clear to me that she was going to need a guiding hand if she was ever going to be of any help in recovering our original bodies. The sooner I trained Jim to act more like a female, I reasoned, the better our chances would be of pulling off this masquerade. I have to admit that I was happy it was going to be me who showed Jim the feminine side of life. Jim hadn't been very much of a gentleman while I'd been trapped inside of Janet's body, and it would be nice to have the upper hand for a change. I smiled reassuringly at the frightened young woman beside me and began to tell her what she needed to know. We spent the next half-hour going over her story. I quizzed her about the details, and she seemed to remember everything. Satisfied that she'd be able to hold her own under questioning, I allowed her to sit on the cot and sulk. Just then, the phone in my purse began to ring. Surprised, I pulled it out and flipped it open. "Hello?" "Hey, baby, it's me, Rocco." I'd been expecting a call from him, but not so soon. "The police just passed us with their sirens blazing. I imagine they're on their way towards you. You know what to do when they get there, right?" "I know. Act innocent and ask why they didn't get here sooner." "Good girl. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll talk some more. Bye now!" I closed the phone and placed it back in my purse. Jim looked at me expectantly, and asked, "Who was that?" "Who else?" I sighed. "It was Rocco. He said to tell you that he's placing me in charge, and you're to follow all my orders," I lied again. "He also said that the police should be here any minute, so get ready to tell your story convincingly." I glanced at Jim's face and noticed that her lipstick was smeared. Knowing there was no time like the present to establish the fact that I was in charge, I got up off the cot and went over to the toilet and grabbed a wad of toilet paper. "Here, wipe off your lipstick," I said in a commanding tone. "No self- respecting woman would ever go out in public with her face a mess." Jim took the paper from my hand, stood in front of the mirror and carefully wiped off the messy lipstick. When she was through, I produced a tube from my purse and handed it to her. "Here you go," I said encouragingly. "It's not exactly your shade, but it's better that nothing." Jim looked at it hesitantly, not at all the same strong willed individual she'd been when she was a man. From the way she was acting now, I hazarded to guess that the flood of female hormones surging throughout her new body apparently was affecting his formerly male mind. She seemed more vulnerable, more submissive. "Go on," I demanded, "you're supposed to be Charlie now, and I never saw Charlie without her face made!" This may or may not have been the truth, but I wasn't about to tell Jim that. Obediently, she took the lipstick from my hand, popped off the top and twisted the base until the crimson shaft rose from the jet-black tube. It looked like a miniature penis. Like a premonition of future events, I watched as Jim brought the phallic like object to her mouth and slowly ran it over her lips, coating them in a dark red. She did a very neat job. "Very good, Jim," I congratulated her as she inspected herself and puckered her lips. "You're a natural. You'll make a great girl." She blushed, her cheeks turning a bright red. Being complimented on being a girl was embarrassing to her, I noticed. "Good," I thought. "It serves you right." It may have slipped Jim's mind, but I hadn't forgotten about the beating that I'd received last night with his brother's belt. Just then, I heard a loud banging noise and the sound of numerous footsteps on the floor above our heads. "They're here!" I cried, in joy and nervousness. "Could James be with them?" I wondered to myself. The very thought of James made the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter about. I looked out of the window in the cell door just as the door to the basement slammed open and someone called out "Police!" Several men charged into the room with guns drawn and looked warily about. I banged on the cell door to draw their attention. "Over here!" I shouted. "Let us out!" They turned towards us, and I immediately recognized one of them. It was Lieutenant Joe Lorton of the Metropolitan Police Department. His grim expression split into a smile when he caught sight of my face through the glass. He walked over to the door and tried to open it, but Rocco had taken the keys with him. "Just one minute, Janet. We'll have you out in a jiffy." He turned to his men and gave some orders, and two of the uniformed officers went running off. While he was waiting, he began to look around the room at the papers, computers and other various items lying about. He paused when he saw the combination TV/VCR. I felt a cold chill run through me when he walked up to it and turned it on. I couldn't remember?..had Rocco taken the tape with him, or had he left it here? My questions were answered when Lorton pushed play and my missing face appeared on the screen with another man's penis in what had been my mouth. I watched as Lorton laughed and then motioned his colleagues over. Three other plainclothes detectives gathered around and chuckled as they watched the screen. I hung my head with shame. How would I ever live this down once I'd finally found my missing body? Now not only would I have to clear my name of criminal charges, but also I'd forever be subjected to snickers and snide accusations of homosexuality for the rest of my life. The door to the basement opened again and the two uniformed officers returned, along with James, carrying a large crowbar. He paused for a moment to see what Lorton and his friends were looking at. His jaw dropped when he saw the action on the screen. After a few words to Lorton, he turned away and walked over to my cell. The butterflies in my tummy began to fly in formation at the sight of his handsome face looking through the glass. "Stand back from the door, baby," he ordered. I did, and he inserted the crowbar in the crack between the jam and the door. I watched as he applied pressure, the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulging. The door popped open with a large CRACK! In an instant, I was through the door and into his strong arms. He pulled me close and his lips quickly descended onto mine. Passionately returning his kisses just seemed like the natural thing to do. When we finally came up for air, he looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "God, I missed you so much. I was afraid that I might never see you again!" I don't know why, but his words made my insides feel all warm and fuzzy. As his lips once again descended onto mine, I was forced to cling to his strong neck because my knees had turned to jelly. Lt. Lorton interrupted our reunion when he barked, "OK, break it up, you two. I've got some questions for you, Janet. And your friend Charlotte as well." James looked up, and for the first time he noticed his brother Jim, standing nearby in Charlotte Brasswell's body. His eyes narrowed in recognition, and he whispered to me, "This is Charlie? You told me her name was Lisa the last time we met! We're gonna have to talk about this later!" I was stunned. When had Charlie and James met? Then I remembered. A small stack of Polaroids had been left in Janet's purse when I'd been swapped into her body. These photos were pictures of Janet engaging in sexual relations with four different men, and one woman. James had been the subject of several of the photos. I'd discovered only tonight that Charlie had been the photographer, so putting two and two together I realized that Janet and Charlie had had a threesome not only with James, but also with every one of the other men in the photos. Only for some reason they'd lied to James, and called her Lisa. I smiled nervously back at James and whispered, "Sure, honey, I'll tell you the whole story." Just as soon as I figured it all out, of course. Meanwhile, Lt. Lorton was speaking to Jim. "Well, Miss Brasswell, I can sympathize with your plight. Being kidnapped and roughed up by that gang of hoods must have been terrible. But I'm still going to need a statement. Wait right here." He walked over to a lab technician who had just entered the basement with several bags of equipment over his shoulders. After a short conversation with the Lieutenant, the man dropped what he was carrying and dug through the bags until he produced a tape recorder, which he handed to Lt. Lorton. Lt. Lorton walked back to Jim and said, "Follow me, please." Apparently wanting some privacy, he walked over to the row of cells and ushered Jim inside. After checking to make sure the door was unlocked, he shut it behind him. I hoped that Jim could keep his story straight. James interrupted my train of thought when he asked, "So where's my brother? And what happened after the bug went dead, Janet? It sounded like you were getting tortured!" Getting tortured wasn't the word I would have used. Spanked or paddled would have been better choices, but I wasn't one to hash words. I quickly explained everything to James. I told him how Rocco had beaten me with a leather paddle, trying to find out what I knew about Herndon. How the bug that James had taped between my boobs had popped out, and how Rocco had reacted. I left out how I had confessed to Rocco that I was actually Bill Richmond, that I'd agreed to spy for Rocco, and that his brother was now trapped inside of Charlotte Brasswell's sexy body. And of course I didn't mention the fact that I'd had to suck Rocco Tortelli's big, thick cock twice before I'd been 'rescued'. "But where is Jim?" he asked again, his voice filled with impatience. "When Rocco left, he took your brother with him," I told him. Which was the partially the truth. Rocco had taken Jim's body, but with the mind of Professor John Phillip Oakton inside. His brother was in the basement cell only a few yards away, being questioned by Lt. Lorton. "Why would he do that?" puzzled James. "What use is my brother to him?" "I couldn't tell you," I lied. "But I did overhear Rocco mentioning something about Herndon." "You did?" said James, his eyes widening. "What did he say?" "He said that he'd found out that Herndon's holed up in Jamaica. He was last seen at a restaurant called 'Freddie's Beachside Watering Hole' in Kingston. He said he was sending some of his goons there to look for him." James' eyes lit up at this tidbit of information. "Good girl. That's just the kind of lead we've been looking for." He looked around to see if we'd been over heard, and whispered, "Don't tell that to anybody else. Keep it a secret between you and me." I smiled. That was exactly what I'd expected he'd say. When he leaned down to kiss me again, I gratefully kissed him back. When James finally pulled his lips from mine, he told me he needed to go upstairs to iron out a few details with Lorton's superiors. I sat down in a nearby chair to wait for him, happy that I'd managed to twist the facts into a story that he'd believe. As the minutes began to drag by, I started to wonder what had become of Jim. He and Lt. Lorton had been inside of that cell for quite a while. Was there some kind of problem? Had Jim slipped up? My curiosity getting the better of me, I stood up and walked over to the cell door they had entered over twenty minutes ago. I peeked in the window and saw something that I hadn't been expecting. Lt. Lorton sat on the bunk with his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed. Jim knelt on the floor between his splayed legs, her head bobbing up and down on the large erection emerging from the fly of Lt. Lorton's slacks. I watched, aghast, as Lorton sank his fingers into Jim's blonde hair and began to force her head all the way down until her lips were touching his pubic hair. His hips bucked, and I heard him groan through the door as he fucked his fat cock into Jim's mouth. Jim made a choking noise, and I watched as the muscles in her throat began to move as she swallowed. Talk about d?j? vu! Lt. Lorton opened his eyes, and saw me watching him through the glass. He winked at me, then turned his attention back to Jim, guiding her head as she licked him clean. Just as he'd done to me, he'd probably caught Jim in a small lie and now he was making her pay the price. And to think that I'd thought that I was a conniving pussy hound while I'd been a man. That bastard had me beat by a mile. I turned away from the tawdry scene and went back and sat down. Jim was definitely getting her comeuppance. I wonder if she'd treat women so harshly if she ever regained her male body. A few minutes later, Lt. Lorton and Jim emerged from the cell. "Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Brasswell," said the Lieutenant for the benefit of anyone standing nearby. A thoroughly cowed Jim slunk over and sat in the seat next to mine. I took one look at her and fished around in my purse for the tube of lipstick and a compact. "Here, honey," I said, offering them to her with a smile. "You've smeared your lipstick again." Jim took them from me without comment, her face turning beet red. As Jim fixed her lipstick, Lt. Lorton and James huddled in the corner, looking thick as thieves as they whispered and gestured. They ended their conversation with a handshake, and James came walking towards us with a smile. "The Lieutenant says it's OK if we leave. Are you ready to go?" "Yes, but what about Charlie?" I asked, calling Jim Charlie for James' benefit. "The Lieutenant and I have decided that both of you should stay with me for now. It might be dangerous for the two of you to stay here or even at your place in Alexandria. Rocco might rethink leaving two potential witnesses still breathing. We might be there for a few days, so why don't you and Charlie go upstairs and pack up some of her clothes and a toothbrush. Meet me out front when you're ready." He kissed me on my lips and gave my ass a light slap. I needed no further convincing, so taking Jim's hand in mine I pulled her along behind me and went up the stairs. Cops were everywhere, dusting for fingerprints, taking photos, and doing other assorted police work. I was feeling bold as brass at this point. Things seemed to be working out for me. There were no police on the second level. I had no idea which room was Charlie's, so we wandered from empty room to empty room until we finally came to one that was furnished. A large four poster bed complete with canopy dominated the room. To either side were dressers, so I walked to the closest one and opened the top drawer. Inside where all of Charlie's unmentionables. Panties, Bras, teddies, you name it. "Bingo!" I said. Jim looked a little nervous when I pulled a racy little nightgown from the drawer and held it up. "Oh my, this one would look so pretty on you, Jim," I teased. "There's no way I'm gonna wear that stuff," she protested, her eyes widening in horror. I knew that I couldn't let that one go. I turned to Jim and said crossly, "Oh yes you are! You're a girl now Jim, a young and sexy girl. Young women don't wear men's clothes, they wear panties, bras and dresses! We've worked too hard at providing you with a female identity for you to screw it up now! Rocco said that I was in charge, and that means that you're supposed to be following my orders. I'll pick out everything you'll need, so just get over to that closet and see if there's a suitcase in there." Jim meekly obeyed. Part of what I'd just said was true. If Jim were going to continue to masquerade as Charlie, he'd have to dress like her. And the main reason that I insisted on picking out her clothes was because it was going to give me great pleasure to make Jim to wear all the pretty and feminine items of clothing that would offend her male ego. As Jim pulled several suitcases and a trunk from one closet, I walked into the other and looked over the large collection of women's clothing hanging in neat rows. I started to select a variety of skirts, dresses and tops for Jim. I shunned the pants and blue jeans I found hanging among the other clothes. The clothes that I picked out for her were frilly, feminine and downright skimpy. Exactly the type of clothes a young woman might wear if she was looking to catch a man's eye. Jim watched me as I selected the various items of feminine finery, her eyes filled with trepidation. After I had stowed Jim's clothes in the suitcase, I opened the dresser drawers and looked over Charlie's considerable collection of lingerie. I started with the panties. I picked out a few thongs and several pairs of colorful and skimpy undies. Next I opened the drawer beside the panties and selected a few half bras and a shelf bra, as well as one wonder bra. The next drawer down contained her panty hose and stockings. Pushing the panty hose to the side, I selected several different styles of garterbelts and seven or eight packages of brand new stockings in a variety of colors. I set a pair of dark stockings and a simple black garterbelt on the dresser for later. The bottom drawer contained the slips and nighties, so I grabbed a few of each and added them to the pile of lingerie I had selected. Jim had been watching me as I'd gathered together the clothes that she'd be wearing. I turned to her and handed her the bundle of silky undergarments. "Here, put these in the suitcase. I'll get you some shoes." Jim gingerly took them from me as if she were afraid they might bite her. I walked back into the closet and grabbed five pairs of shoes to match the outfits that I'd selected. They all had at least a two-inch heel. When I walked back out into the bedroom, I noticed that Jim was slowly holding up each piece of lingerie and examining it with a far away look in her eye before she carefully packed it into the suitcase. I wondered what was running through her mind. Throwing the shoes on the bed, I walked over to the nearby dressing table and picked out an assortment of the cosmetics lying there. "A girl always has to look her best," I thought with a wicked smile. I sniffed several bottles of the expensive perfumes lying on the table and selected the one that I liked the best. Then I noticed the small clutch handbag lying next to the perfumes. Curious, I picked it up, unsnapped the catch and looked inside. A small assortment of credit cards, a driver's license, a checkbook and a savings passbook all in the name of Charlotte Brasswell greeted my inquiring eyes. All of these items ended up in the suitcase along with Jim's clothes. "That should hold us for now, honey," I said as I walked back over to the dresser and picked up the garter belt and stockings. "But before we go, I need you to put on these nylons. With a nice dress like that, a lady should always wear stockings." "Are you sure?" she asked. I could tell she was uneasy with the idea of wearing such an intimate article of women's clothing. "Of course, sweetie! Would I steer you wrong?" I asked in an innocent voice. The sooner Jim became accustomed to wearing women's clothing, the better. "Now off with the dress!" I stepped behind Jim and unzipped the back of the form fitting black dress she was wearing. She shrugged her shoulders from out of the thin straps and allowed the dress to slide to the floor. Wearing only a black lace thong and her high-heeled shoes, Jim was any man's fantasy come true. I handed her the garter belt and she wrapped it around her slim waist and hooked the fastener. I tore off the cellophane packaging and handed her the stockings. Jim took them from me and sat on the bed. She attempted to pull the stockings up her leg like she was put on a man's cotton sock. "No, no, honey, let me help you," I said, taking the stocking from her hand. "You need to gather it up and roll it up your leg," I said as I demonstrated on her right leg. "Then pull it tight, making sure there are no wrinkles." Jim watched what I had done, and repeated it on her left leg. "Good girl! You catch on so quickly!" I complimented her. She stood up and clipped the fasteners onto the reinforced tops of the stockings and stepped back into her high heels. A whistle sounded from the open doorway of the bedroom. We turned to look and there stood Lt. Lorton, eyeing Jim's scantily clad form in a lustful manner. Jim flushed with embarrassment, grabbed her dress from the floor and held it in front of her like a shield. "Are you ladies almost ready? It's time to go!" said Lorton, a leer growing on his handsome face. "Give us two minutes, Lieutenant, and we'll be right down," I answered. Lorton took one last look and headed back downstairs. Looking at Jim, I commented, "He kind of cute, isn't he? And I think he likes you." I was rewarded when Jim turned an even darker shade of red. "I don't want anything to do with that creep," said Jim, her lower lip starting to pout again. I looked closely at Jim. I knew that I had to handle this in just the right manner when I replied, "Funny, you sure were acting friendly with him downstairs when he was questioning you in the cell!" Jim looked at me in an accusing manner. "Where you spying on us?" "Yes, and I saw everything. You looked like you were enjoying yourself. I even saw you disposing of all of the 'evidence'. How can you suck a man's cock, swallow his sperm and then say you don't like him?" I asked, feigning ignorance. I knew that like me, Jim was at the mercy of the female hormones raging in her new body. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as she confessed, "He forced me to do it. He threatened to lock me up in jail if I didn't do what he wanted." The tears began to fall, and I almost felt sorry for him. But I couldn't afford to be nice. I was going to have to use Jim as a tool in order for us to find our missing male bodies. "Jim, Lt. Lorton could really help us to find where Herndon is. And if we find Herndon, Rocco will give you back your body. So just grit your teeth and just try to be nice to him. You can do that for me, can't you? For us?" Jim looked down at the floor as she stepped into her dress and replied in a sullen voice, "I guess so." I zipped up the back of her dress, picked up the suitcase and led Jim back downstairs. James and Lt. Lorton were waiting for us on the front porch. "Ah, our two princesses have finally decided to make their entrance," said James with a smile on his handsome face. "Our carriage awaits, your Majesties!" He gestured theatrically towards his Ford Explorer resting nearby. It was pitch dark outside. When I'd entered Charlie's house earlier today, the sun had just been setting. I felt like I'd been inside of the huge house forever. James took the suitcase from my hand and stowed it in the back of the SUV. He opened the door on the passenger side for me and I carefully climbed in. He went around to the driver's side and hopped in the seat next to me. He placed his hand on my nylon-covered thigh and gently squeezed it. I covered his hand with mine. With Lt. Lorton's help, Jim managed to get into the four-wheel drive vehicle, but not without surrendering some of his dignity. His tight dress rose above the tops of his stockings as he struggled to get in, and from his yelp I assumed that Lt. Lorton had copped a quick feel. To my surprise, Lt. Lorton climbed into the car behind Jim. Wondering why the Lieutenant was accompanying us, I turned around in my seat and asked, "Don't they need you here at the crime scene, Lieutenant?" He replied, "I've just gotten off of an eighteen hour shift. They have three other detectives there, so I won't be missed. Besides, James has some expensive scotch that he's been talking about for weeks. I'd like to give it a try it before he drinks it all!" I watched from the corner of my eye as he looked down Jim's dress at her breasts, and I realized that it wasn't just the scotch he wanted to sample. The two settled into the back seat, and Lt. Lorton wrapped his arm around poor Jim's shoulders. I had to admit that they did make an attractive couple. He was tall, dark and handsome, while she was slender, blonde and beautiful. Jim smiled feebly as Lorton scooted closer to her and his hand caressed her bare shoulder. Jim gave me a pleading look, which I ignored. James started the engine, and we were soon on our way towards the city. Even though I had known and worked with James for a number of years, I'd never been to his home and I was curious to see how he lived. As we drove, James struck up a conversation with Lt. Lorton and I soon learned from their talk that he lived in a trendy area of Georgetown, occupying a large flat above a row of townhouses on M Street that had been converted into shops. We soon arrived on his street, and found that parking places were hard to find. We were forced to circle the block a number of times before we found one. James' apartment was at the top of two flights of stairs. He opened several large locks on a nondescript brown door and swung it open to allow us to step inside. I had to admit that I was impressed. A lot of money had been spent tastefully decorating the interior. It made my own apartment look small and drab. Turning to Lorton, he said, "My Uncle owns all the buildings on this block. He rents me this place on the cheap as long as I help keep an eye on the shops downstairs." He took me by the hand and led me along as he gave us a guided tour. Two pairs of high-heeled shoes clattered on the hardwood floors as he showed us the living room, the kitchen, two huge baths, his home office and the three bedrooms. I was amazed at the spaciousness of the place. It was so roomy that it had to span the top floors of at least three of the townhouses. We finished our tour in the master bedroom. The first thing I noticed when I walked into the room was the large round bed, complete with round pillows. The next thing I noticed was the large floor to ceiling windows that spanned an entire wall. Blinds covered them, so I stepped up to the window and was about to pull the cord when Lt. Lorton said, "How about that drink, James? I could use a nice stiff belt right about now!" James took my hand again and led us all to his wet bar in the living room. He soon whipped up two bourbon and cokes for Jim and I and two scotch and rocks for the men. James and I sat down on the large leather couch while Lt. Lorton led Jim to the love seat across from us. The two men began to talk. Jim and I listened and laughed as James and Lorton exchanged stories of their life on the police force, but we added little. I think we both were afraid to say anything that might blow our cover stories. I soon discovered that Lt. Lorton was a very witty and intelligent man. His stories had us all laughing uncontrollably. I also noticed that Jim had quickly chugged nearly three quarters of her very strong drink. I could tell she was starting to loosen up a bit from the way she smiled at Lorton's jokes and stole glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Lt. Lorton quickly offered to refill her glass, and she didn't even seem to notice when he rested his hand on her thigh. Finally, after my third round of bourbon and cokes, I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I excused myself from the party and headed down the hall. James had turned out all the lights, and in the dark I took a wrong turn. I fumbled for the light switch, and when the lights came on I found myself inside of James' bedroom. Curious, and with nobody watching me, I nosed around a little, peering into his closet and opening a few of the drawers of his dresser. I found nothing of note, and I turned once again to the blinds covering the wall to wall windows. I pulled the cord and found myself looking down onto M Street. Despite the late hour, the street was filled with traffic, late night bar hoppers and street performers. A full moon shone down upon the scene, bathing the normally dark street in an otherworldly light. I was startled from my reverie when a pair of strong arms encircled my waist from behind, and James pressed his warm body against mine. "It's a beautiful night, sweet heart," He whispered into my ear. "But not half as beautiful as you." His lips caressed my ear, and his words made me melt inside. I closed my eyes and leaned back into his embrace, craving his touch. His hands cupped my breasts as his lips worked their way down my neck, sending what felt like electrical shocks of pleasure across my skin. I turned to face him and I didn't resist as his strong arms pulled me into his embrace and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I didn't think about the fact that I was actually a man in a woman's body kissing another man. It only seemed natural for me to be kissing James. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, allowing it to slip to the floor. He quickly to advantage of the fact I was wearing a thong, running his hands over the skin of my bare ass as he pulled me tight against him and rained kisses down on my upturned face. I could feel his penis trapped between our bodies as it grew harder and longer. I ground my tummy against it as I sucked his tongue. My top soon joined my skirt on the floor and he wasted no time in taking off my bra, cupping my large breasts in his hands and sucking my nipples into his mouth. I gasped as his lips and tongue quickly had my nipples fully erect. Unfortunately, the three tall bourbon and cokes which had taken up residence in my bladder were insisting that I still had to go. Reluctantly I pulled away from his warm embrace and told him I had to use the little girl's room. He smiled in understanding and began to unbutton his shirt as I kicked off my shoes and padded across the hall, wearing only a garter belt, stockings and the almost nonexistent thong panties. I closed the door, pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet. When I was done, I dried myself with toilet paper, pulled my panties back into place and walked over to the mirror. I checked my hair and makeup, then leaned closer and examined myself intently. The deep brown eyes set in Janet Washington's beautiful face looked back at me from the glass. I knew that inside I was a man, but in just a moment I was going back into the bedroom to have sex with James. The body I was in seemed to crave it, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel my vagina moistening even more as I thought about what was about to take place. "God help me," I thought to myself. "If I don't find my body soon, I don't know what will happen!" I washed my hands and dried them, then opened the door and flipped off the light switch. As I stepped through the door, I noticed a light shining down the dark hallway from the direction of the living room. I also heard noises. Wondering what was going on, I softly stepped down the hallway and peeped around the corner. I suppose I should have known what was going on, seeing as James and I had left a half drunk Jim all alone with the horny Lieutenant. But I was still shocked at what I saw. Lorton had no doubt wasted little time when both James and I had left. They had moved from the love seat to the roomier leather couch, and Jim's dress and Lorton's clothes lay strewn about the room, evidently torn off in a frenzy of passion. Jim lay on her back on the couch, her stocking clad legs spread wide and her panties dangling from one of her ankles as Lt. Lorton avidly ate her vagina. From the groans and sighs that where coming from Jim's lips I assumed that she was close to coming. I was proved right when her hands grasped his head to hold it firmly in place as her hips involuntarily bucked against his mouth. She let out a long, drawn out moan from someplace deep inside as she writhed on the black leather couch. Finally, she relaxed and lay still, panting as she caught her breath. Lorton stopped licking her pussy. "You are the hottest little piece of ass I've come across in quite a while," he said as he got up and repositioned himself between Jim's wide spread legs, bringing his fully erect penis to the entrance of her defenseless little vagina. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you, Charlie," he told her. He laid his penis across her pussy and sawed it back and forth across her clit. Jim just lay there and moaned. "Here it comes, sweetheart," he whispered as he began to work his way inside. I studied Jim's face intently. Her expression was one of astonishment and pure bliss as Lorton made his way up inside of her. When his penis was finally buried to the hilt, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and her hands grabbed his buttocks as they started to move to the ancient rhythm of love. I continued to watch for a few more moments, mesmerized by the sight of their lovemaking. But thoughts of James lying nude on his round bed and waiting for my return woke me from my trance. I turned from the two lovers on the couch and quietly padded back down the corridor towards James' room. Before I opened the door I paused and thought for a moment. I'd done what I could to push James in the right direction, and now I was depending on him to lead us to Herndon. I hated the fact that I had to betray him to Rocco, but at the moment there was nothing I could do about it. I finally decided that I would have to push my guilty feelings to the side for tonight, and live for the moment. Whatever happened tomorrow I would leave to the fates. I opened the door and joined James on his bed.