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Detective's Blues
Chapter Nine
I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and looked around. Sunlight leaked into
the darkened room through the half-closed blinds and crept across the
hardwood floor toward where I lay on the huge round bed. I glanced at
the clock resting on the round table by the bedside. It read 8:03 AM. I
yawned and stretched my naked body under the silken sheets as my dreams
slowly faded from my mind and the memories of the past few days
returned.
I was Bill Richmond, a well to do private investigator who'd
unwittingly been trapped in his secretary's voluptuous female form.
Now, after several days of blindly searching for answers as to how and
why I'd been placed in Janet Washington's body, I finally knew the
truth. And to top it off, I knew where the man who'd done it, the ex-
senator William Herndon, was. Unfortunately, in the process of getting
the answers that I so desperately needed, my true identity had been
revealed to the ruthless gangster Rocco Tortelli. Combining his thinly
veiled threats of physical harm with promises of reuniting me with my
male body, Rocco had convinced me that I had no choice but to go along
with his demands. If I ever wanted to become a man again, I was forced
into keeping him informed about any moves that James Arlington might
make in his search for William Herndon.
Turning my head on the pillow, I gazed at the muscular, dark skinned
man who shared the bed with me. He lay on his back, his head turned the
side. Even though he was drooling onto his pillow as he snored away, I
had to admit that James was a very handsome man. He'd made tender,
passionate love to me three times during the long, wonderful night, and
each time had been better than the last. It had been the most marvelous
night that I'd spent as a woman, and far better than anything that I'd
ever experienced as a man.
I turned toward James and curled my body against his, resting my head
on his manly chest. It felt so nice to just lay there under the sheets
and enjoy the feel of my bare skin against his. I listened to the slow
beat of his heart as my hand slowly moved across his hard, flat abdomen
and under the covers to where his flaccid penis lay. I placed my hand
around it and gently squeezed. His penis gave a twitch and started to
swell. I smiled to myself as I pushed the covers down and exposed the
rapidly expanding penis to my view. Who would have ever thought that
tough guy Bill Richmond would come to enjoy the feel of a man's cock in
his hand? But here I was, and loving it. It almost seemed a shame that
I was eventually going to have to swap this body for my original.
As I continued to stroke his rapidly growing organ, James sighed and
his eyes popped open. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his
voice still husky from sleep. I smiled and planted a good morning kiss
on his lips. I'd found that I very much enjoyed kissing James. It
seemed to be the most wonderful and natural thing to do. He smiled
back, his hand moved to the back of my head and his lips captured mine.
I ardently returned his kiss with his hot, hard penis still clasped
tightly in my hand.
James rolled towards me and forced me onto my back. His lips left mine
to wander down my neck to my chest, where my large, d-cup breasts lay
waiting for him. His hands squeezed and molded my flesh as he took my
nipples into his mouth, lightly biting them and licking them with his
tongue. I was in heaven. The rough handling he was giving my breasts
was such an incredible turn on. I could feel my vagina moistening as
his lips and tongue drove me crazy. But I was startled from my sexual
daze when a rhythmical pounding began on the wall behind the headboard.
The picture over the bed vibrated with every blow.
"What's that noise, James?" I whispered. I'd been hearing it off and on
all night long.
He lifted his mouth from my wet, erect nipple and grinned. "That's the
bed hitting the wall in the room next door. Lorton and Charlie must be
awake too!" Images of what must be going on in the next room flooded my
mind as James shifted his body on top of mine and brought his now
considerable erection against the entrance to my vagina. James didn't
know it, but the woman in the next room was actually his brother Jim,
trapped in Charlotte Brasswell's female body by Rocco Tortelli and his
memory transfer device.
"You've got the sweetest little pussy," he whispered as I lifted my
legs up and spread them as wide as I could to provide him with better
access. I sighed as I felt the now very familiar and oh so wonderful
feeling of his penis as it eased it's way up inside of me. Soon he was
inside to the hilt, and he rested his weight on his elbows as he
started to grind his fat cock into my pussy. I rolled my hips up to
meet his every stroke and the bed was soon rocking to the rhythm of our
movements, banging a reply against the flimsy wall separating the two
rooms. James quickly brought me to orgasm, my nails digging into his
strong back as the room spun around me.
When the waves of pleasure washing through my body finally receded, I
opened my eyes and watched James' face above me as he began to move
even faster in his sprint to the finish line. The picture above the bed
surrendered to the heavy pounding coming from both sides of the wall
and fell behind the headboard with a clatter, and I came again as I
felt his seed spurting deep inside of my vagina. Faintly, I heard a
woman scream out in pleasure from the other room as James collapsed on
top of me, his muscular chest squashing my large breasts between us.
The thumping noise from next door slowly dwindled away, and silence
once again reigned as I lay beneath James, both of us dripping with
sweat from our early morning calisthenics.
The sensation of his penis slowly shrinking inside of me was delicious,
but he was so much heavier than me that I was having a hard time
breathing. I pushed at him, and he rolled off of me with a grunt, his
penis making a slurping sound as it pulled out of my cum drenched
pussy. Without his cock to plug me up, I could feel his semen as it
slowly leaked down the crack of my ass.
He lay beside me with a sigh, and after a few moments he said, "As much
as I'd like to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, we need to
get up. We've got a busy day ahead of us." He climbed off of the bed
and held out his hand. "C'mon, sweetie pie. Let's go get in the
shower." I took his hand and let him pull me off of the bed and into
his warm embrace. I looped my arms around his neck and looked up into
his chocolate brown eyes.
"What's up, James?" I asked nonchalantly, even though I needed to know
in the worst way. "What have you got planned for today?"
He leaned down and kissed me. "I'll let Lorton fill you in. He's knows
more about what's going on than I do."
With that, led me by the hand to the bathroom across the hall, opened
the shower stall and turned on the water. When the water was hot, he
stepped inside and I joined him, relishing the feel of the warm water
as it washed over my body. James wasted no time in grabbing a bar of
soap and a large washcloth. He began to lather up my back, and the feel
of his strong hands on my skin was heavenly. He soaped me up all over,
taking his time and paying special attention to my breasts and vagina.
When he had scrubbed me down to his satisfaction, he handed me the soap
and washcloth. I returned the favor, happy for an excuse to run my
greedy hands over his taut, athletic body. Before I'd been swapped into
Janet's feminine form, I'd been blind to the beauty of the male form.
As I lovingly ran the sudsy washcloth across his dark skin, I saw it in
spades.
Despite having emptied his balls four times in the last eight hours,
James quickly became erect as I carefully washed his manhood "You
little hussy! You've gone and gotten me hard again! You'll just have to
finish what you started, young lady," he said with a lascivious grin. .
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down to my knees.
I giggled as I fell to my knees before James in the hot, steamy shower.
His penis hung inches from my face, and I wasted little time taking it
into my hand and giving the head a kiss. I didn't think twice about
taking his penis into my mouth. I knew that not only was it going to be
highly enjoyable, but also a necessity. My pussy was feeling a little
sore after all the fucking it had received, and it needed a break.
I wrapped my lips around his penis and swirled my tongue around the
head, savoring his flavor. He tasted of freshly cleaned man flesh with
just a hint of soap. I used every trick I knew to coax the pearly white
fluid from his balls, and I'd learned quite a few over the last few
days. He soon rewarded my efforts by shooting his cum into my mouth
with a groan, and I hungrily swallowed every drop. James sagged back
against the tile wall, his knees weak from his orgasm. I gave his penis
a final kiss, rose to my feet, turned off the water, stepped from the
stall and grabbed a towel. I dried myself until James had recovered
enough to join me on the bathmat, where I dried him off as well.
We walked back into the bedroom, where I realized that the only clothes
I had to wear were the ones I'd worn last night. When I mentioned it to
James, he smiled and led me over to one of his dressers. He opened the
bottom drawer to reveal a small assortment of women's clothing. "Did
you forget, honey? You've been leaving your clothes lying around here
for the past couple of months, and I had to put them some where."
It wasn't me, of course, but Janet who'd left this collection of
women's wear behind. James pulled a flimsy white night gown from the
bottom of the pile and handed it to me. "Here you go, sweetheart. I
always liked the way you looked in this one."
Taking the nightgown from his hand, I pulled it over my head. I looked
at myself in the mirror and I saw why James liked it so much. The gown
was virtually see-through, my brown skin easily visible through the
thin fabric. It was gathered at the waist, the soft silken cloth
falling to just above my ankles. The thin spaghetti straps over my bare
shoulders just barely held my large breasts in check as they strained
against the flimsy bodice. I sighed. If running around half-naked would
help me get my original body back, then it was a small price to pay.
As I looked over the beautiful young woman gazing back at me from the
mirror, James pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms. "C'mon, honey," he
said as he headed for the door. "Let's go make some breakfast." I
followed behind him, the nightgown billowing about my legs as I moved.
We found that Jim and the Lieutenant still hadn't made it out to the
kitchen. James quickly got some coffee brewing in the pot, then handed
me the frying pan and told me to make some bacon and eggs. The bacon
was half way done by the time that Jim and Lt. Lorton made their
appearance. Lorton wore a pair of white boxer shorts, while Jim, I
noticed, was wearing one of the skimpy nighties that I'd packed for her
last night. It was a short pink babydoll with matching pink panties.
The nightie barely reached below the curves of her ass. She looked so
cute that I couldn't help but grin. Jim seemed to be getting into the
swing of things in a big way. When she saw me looking at her, she
smiled a guilty smile and blushed lightly.
James poured two cups of coffee, and the men sat down at the table and
started to talk in low voices as they sipped their morning brew. I
couldn't hear what they were saying over the crackling and popping of
the frying bacon.
Jim joined me in the kitchen, and I set her to work cracking the eggs
into a bowl. "Have fun last night, 'Charlie'?" I asked with an innocent
smile. She blushed again, and smiled back.
She stole a nervous glance towards Lorton to make sure he was out of
earshot, and whispered, "It was incredible. Joe was incredible. I lost
count of how many times I came. I never knew you girls had it so good!"
She stole another glance and asked, "You promise you'll never tell
anyone about this? I'd never live it down if James ever found out."
"I promise," I replied, trying not to chuckle. I had Jim firmly under
my thumb now. "And it's good that you're enjoying yourself. You might
be stuck in that body for a while, so you should try to make the best
of it." I took the bowl of eggs from her hand and gave her the bread,
which she popped into the toaster.
I quickly beat the eggs into an even yellow color as I asked, "So did
you learn anything from Lorton?" I asked hopefully. "Did he say
anything about what he and Jim are planning to do?"
She glanced at the men again, still deep in a hushed conversation. "No,
he didn't say anything. But I did find something else out. Janet, I
don't think that Joe Lorton is a cop. While he was asleep, I looked
inside his wallet and found a something that makes me think he may be a
Fed." I stopped buttering the toast when I heard that, and turned to
look her in the face.
"What? A Federal Agent?" I whispered. "What could they be doing mixed
up in this? Are you sure?"
She nodded her head vigorously as she scooped the bacon from the pan
and placed it on a paper towel to drain. "It was a smartcard for access
to the Department of Justice building! How's he going to get that
unless he works there?"
It made sense in a way. James had promised us both a lot of money,
money that James couldn't possibly have had unless he robbed a bank.
And the Federal Government certainly had some very deep pockets. "Did
your brother ever tell you what was going on when you agreed to come
here and help him out?" I asked. "Who is he working for?"
She looked me right in the eye and said, "No, he never told me who he
was working for. He only told me that he had a big client on the hook
for some serious bread, and he promised me a lot of money for my help.
And I really needed the money, so I didn't ask any questions."
I thought over what she'd told me as I added the eggs to the pan and
scrambled them. If the Feds were involved, then they must know
something about the mind swap machine. But who could have told them,
and why?
When all the food was prepared, we divvied it up onto four plates and
brought them to the table. As the others dug in, I pushed my food
around with my fork. I was just too wound up to eat. Jim, James and
Lorton had no such problems, quickly devouring their breakfast.
When everyone was done, Lorton leaned back with a sigh. "That was
great. Now listen up, ladies. Jim and I have a proposition for you
two." My heart skipped a beat when I heard his words.
He continued. "As you know, we're looking for the ex-senator Herndon,
and according to what you overheard, Janet, Rocco Tortelli thinks that
he's in Kingston, Jamaica. We found a videotape that seems to back up
your story. From what it shows, it indicates that your former boss,
Bill Richmond, is there as well. I believe that the two of them are
working together."
"If only he knew just how close 'Bill Richmond' and the ex-senator
William Herndon were at this moment," I thought to myself.
He paused to take a sip of his coffee, and continued. "Rocco is going
to be sending his henchman down there to look for Herndon, so that's
where you two come in. You two know what the men who kidnapped you look
like. We'll be working with the local police, and if they're able to
apprehend someone, we'll need you to positively identify them so we can
start the process for having them extradited to the US." I noticed that
his hand had disappeared under the table as he said this, probably to
stroke Jim's thigh. I strongly doubted that they needed us for anything
other than keeping their beds warm, but I kept silent and nodded as he
spoke.
"I've arranged for a private jet to fly us all to Donald Sangster
International Airport outside of Montego Bay. It leaves in an hour and
a half, so that gives us just enough time to pack a few items and be on
our way. We'll be staying in one of the better tourist resorts, the
Half Moon. You two will have plenty of time to go shopping and hit the
beaches while Jim and I are in Kingston looking for Herndon." He took
another sip of his coffee and looked at Jim and I. "Well, what do you
say? Not only will you get a free vacation on a sunny tropical isle,
but I'm authorized to pay you each $250,000 for your troubles!"
Before I could open my mouth, Jim blurted out, "We'd love to go!"
Lorton smiled at Jim, then turned to me and asked, "How about you,
Janet?"
I decided to act coy. I didn't want to appear too eager. "I don't know.
It might be dangerous. And what about a passport? Charlie and I don't
have one!"
Lorton smiled and said, "Don't worry. James and I will be doing all the
work. We won't ask you to do anything that might get you into trouble.
And a passport is not a problem. I've pulled a few strings with some
friends of mine and gotten you both on the fast track. Passports will
be waiting for both of you at the airport."
When he told me this, I knew that what Jim had said was true. No city
cop was going to have the pull necessary to arrange for new passports
at a moment's notice. He was CIA, FBI or some other form of
governmental alphabet soup.
Lorton looked at me expectantly, so I told him what he wanted to hear.
"Sure, I'm in too."
James grinned and said, "OK, let's go get dressed and get out of here.
We've got a job to do."
We walked back to James' room and from the small collection of clothes
Janet had left behind I selected a flirty denim skirt with a ruffled
hem and a short sleeved off the shoulder beige top. I looked for some
panties, but there were none to be found. I stepped into the skirt and
pulled it up over my hips, zipped it shut and buckled the thin brown
belt around my slim waist. Next I pulled the top over my head and
adjusted my breasts under the tight fabric. It felt like it was a size
too small. The only thing missing were some shoes. Not wanting to ask
James again and arouse his suspicions, I peeked into his closet and was
rewarded for my efforts by finding a pair of brown calf skin boots with
two-inch heels. I pulled them on and looked my self over in the mirror.
The skirt came down to about mid thigh and the tight top followed my
every curve, emphasizing my big boobs and making them appear even
larger than they really were. I was very conscious of the fact that I
wasn't wearing any panties under my skirt, but there was nothing I
could do about it. I'd just have to be careful.
As he pulled on a pair of Khaki slacks and a white shirt, James spoke.
"We don't have time to go back to your townhouse in Alexandria to pick
up your clothes. We've got an unlimited expense account for this job,
so you can do some shopping when we get to the island." I took the bag
he handed me and stuffed everything left in the drawer into it. I
barely had time to brush my hair and apply some lipstick before James
pushed me out the door. We all climbed into his Ford explorer and
headed towards the airport.
As we neared the airport, I watched as James passed by the main
entrance and pulled up to a side gate that I'd never noticed before.
After Lorton showed his driver's license to the guard, we drove through
the gate and past several dull gray buildings. James pulled to a stop
outside of a bright orange airplane hanger and put it in park. He
turned in his seat and grinned from ear to ear. "All righty, ladies and
gents, our next stop is beautiful, sunny Jamaica!"
Charlie and I grabbed our bags from the back of the Ford while Lorton
and James went into the hanger through a side door. A few moments later
the bay door creaked opened, and a sleek, blue business sized jet came
into view. James motioned us over and we hurried across the tarmac to
the waiting plane. He grabbed our bags and handed them to a man who
stowed them in the underbelly of the jet. Gesturing towards the
bathroom, he said, "If you've gotta go, now's the time, ladies."
Charlie hurried towards the door, and I followed. I did my business and
then walked to the mirror and looked at myself. My face was bare except
for the lipstick that I'd barely had time to apply in the rush to the
airport. When Janet had come to work at my agency, she'd always taken
great care with her cosmetics. Knowing at this point that I could ill
afford to change Janet's patterns of behavior, I pulled some eyeliner,
eye shadow and blush from my purse and began to work on my make up. I
almost dropped the applicator in the sink when the phone in my purse
began to ring.
I pulled the phone from my purse and flipped it open.
"Hello?" I asked nervously.
A deep, rough male voice returned my query. "Hello, 'Janet', how are
things?"
It was just as I'd feared. Rocco Tortelli was calling to check up on
me. "Just fine," I replied. We're at the airport, and we're getting
ready to leave for Jamaica."
"My, things are moving very quickly, aren't they? But that's good." He
paused, then asked, "What airline are you going down on, and where will
you be staying?"
"It's not an airline, it's a private flight. We'll be landing at
Sangster Airport, and staying at a place called the Half Moon Hotel."
"Private flight, eh? Your man James Arlington must have some serious
money behind him. I'll have to check into that. In the meantime, you
girls play it safe and close to the vest. We can't afford any screw
ups."
"He doesn't know about Lorton," I thought to myself. Out loud, I said,
"Will you call me when we arrive?"
"No, no need for that. The Feds are out to get me, and I can't afford
to make any more calls. So I'm sending a man down to keep an eye on
things for me. You'll be reporting directly to him for the foreseeable
future."
"That might not be a good idea. James told me that the police in
Jamaica have been alerted. Your men will be arrested if they set foot
on the island."
"Don't worry. I'm sending my nephew. He's a little green, but that's
good because the cops know nothing about him. I expect you to follow
every one of his orders as if they came from my own lips. Do you
understand?"
"Yes," I said weakly. What else could I do? Jim emerged from the stall,
adjusting her skirt and looking at me in a questioning manner. I nodded
to her as I listened to Rocco speak.
"Good. I expect to hear glowing reports from my nephew, 'Janet'.
Goodbye."
He hung up, and I placed the phone back in the purse.
"Was that who I think it was?" asked Jim.
She bit her lip as I filled her in on the conversation. When I was
finished, she frowned and said, "My god, I can't believe what we've
gotten ourselves into. I'm betraying my own brother to some Mafia
hood!" A tear leaked from her eye and ran down her cheek. I hated to
admit it, but I felt just as guilty as she did. They say that the road
to hell is paved with good intentions. If that was true, then we were
well on our way.
I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the bathroom door, and Lorton
call out, "Cmon, ladies. Time to go!" I handed Jim a tissue and hurried
out the door.
While I'd been in the bathroom, the jet had been wheeled from the
garage and the engines now started up with a roar. James waved to me
from the steps leading into the plane, so I hurried towards him as fast
as my boots could carry me. He helped me up the steps and into the
cabin. A distinguished looking gentleman in a crisp blue flight suit
welcomed me on board. He introduced himself to me as our pilot, and
invited me to take a seat.
I'd never been inside an aircraft this small before, and I looked
around with wonder. The floor was carpeted in blue. Six plush leather
seats in three rows of two lay directly in front of me. Further back, I
spied a small table with a bench seat on one side and two bolted down
stools on the other side. Beside the table was a wet bar, and beyond
that at the rear of the compartment was a door built into the bulkhead.
Talk about a step up from commercial flight!
I picked a window seat and sat down, and James plopped into the one
next to me. He placed his hand on my mine and smiled. "Is this great or
what? We're going first class all the way on this one, baby!" Lorton
took a seat across the aisle from us, and Jim sat down next to him.
The pilot's voice come over the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are
now preparing to leave Ronald Reagan International Airport at 10:45 am,
and we should be arriving at Donald Sangster International airport in
Jamaica at approximately 2:45pm. At this time I'd like to ask you to
fasten your seat belts and return your seats to the upright position.
The no smoking sign is now on. Thank you."
I buckled my seat belt, and I felt the jet begin to move as we taxied
towards the runway. James held my hand and whispered, "I know you've
never flown before, but don't worry. These planes are state of the art
and have all the latest safety features." Janet may not have flown in
an airplane before, but I'd endured numerous flights in business class
over the last few years. I smiled reassuringly and squeezed his hand. I
wasn't sure why, but I liked the fact that James seemed concerned about
me.
The Pilot lined the plane up and launched it down the runway. We picked
up speed, the thrust pushing us back against our seats. We soon lifted
up off the ground, and the pilot climbed steeply for a few minutes
before he leveled out. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you are now free to move
about the cabin," he intoned over the intercom.
Lorton was the first to move. "I know it's a little early, but I've
never been able to pass up on some free champagne!" He rose to his feet
and walked over to the wet bar. He opened the fridge and produced a
chilled bottle. "Anyone else care to join me?"
Jim, James and I all called out "Yes!"
Lorton laughed as he uncorked the bottle. "Your wish is my command!"
He returned to his seat and handed out the glasses, then poured us each
a drink. He raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to good luck on our
little venture!" We touched glasses and sipped. He grinned and touched
his glass against James'. "And of course here's to our beautiful new
brides!"
Jim and I looked at one another quizzically across the aisle.
Lorton stifled a laugh and said, "Just to fill you girls in, James and
I have decided that we should keep a low profile when we get there. We
don't want to raise any eyebrows, so we've worked up a cover story.
We'll be posing as two sets of newlyweds. You, Janet, are now Mrs.
Arlington, and you, Charlie, are to answer to the name of Mrs. Lorton.
Got it? Good."
James touched his glass to mine with a smile and whispered in my ear,
"And here's to us, Mrs. Arlington." He leaned down and gave me a quick
kiss on the lips before he turned towards Lorton and began to talk.
I ignored the others and leaned my head against James' shoulder as I
watched the fluffy white clouds whiz past the window. "Mrs. Arlington.
Mrs. James Arlington," I mused to myself. I pondered the possibilities
as our plane brought us ever closer to the island of Jamaica.
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