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Chapter Eleven The sound of the waves crashing onto the white sand beach didn't even register with my ears as I examined the business card in my hand. My heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour as I read the words, "Rodney Smith, Professional Photography and Video Recordings." Below that were the telephone number and address for his studio in Montego Bay. I was so pumped up on adrenaline that I would have liked to have rushed out to Montego Bay right then and there. But looking up at the bright sun as it prepared to dip into the deep blue sea, I gauged that we only had a few short hours before the James and Joe returned from Kingston, which was a shame. I'd have to put off my trip until tomorrow. I glanced at the buck-naked blonde sitting beside me on the towel. She was still looking a little flustered, and I could understand why. I'd witnessed the hugely hung Rodney sampling all of her feminine charms only a few short minutes ago, and from what I'd overheard of their conversation, he wanted a second chance at the smorgasbord of sex that was Jim's curvy blonde body. Excitedly, I tried to explain the importance of our find to the confused young woman sitting next to me. "Rodney was one of the guys on the tape, Jim! Tonight, before the boys come home, you're going to call him and tell him that you want to meet him again. Then maybe tomorrow we can catch a taxi into Montego Bay, find his place and check it out. If we're lucky, we might be able to find a clue that could lead us right to William Herndon!" Jim looked at me in a daze, not sure if I was kidding or not. "Let's go," I said impatiently as I hopped up off the towel and pulled Jim to her feet. I picked up the tiny snakeskin patterned bikini lying on the sand nearby and helped her to put it on. Then I shook the sand off her beach towel and handed it to her. As she slipped her feet into her flip flops, a stubborn expression appeared on her face, and she blurted out, "Now wait just a minute, Janet. I don't understand. What is this tape you're talking about? And what does Rodney have to do with William Herndon?" I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "I'm sorry," I began. "I guess you never saw what happened that night, Jim," I explained. "Little wonder, seeing as how Rocco's thugs had beaten you within an inch of your life. But after they tossed you into that cell, Rocco played a videotape for me." "And?" said Jim, doubt still evident in her voice. I paused as I thought about what I was going to say next. Since I still hadn't told Jim that I was actually Bill Richmond, I had to be sure that everything I said came from Janet's point of view. "Well, it showed my former boss Bill Richmond hanging out here in Jamaica. Your brother seems to think that Richmond is somehow mixed up in with Herndon, and I think that he's right. Anyways, Richmond wasn't alone in that tape. He was with this muscular blonde man and this tall, good looking black guy hung like a god damned horse." I looked at Jim in a knowing manner. "R...Rodney?" stuttered Jim. "Yes, Rodney. He was videotaping Richmond and his blonde friend." I left out the fact that Rodney had also been having his cock sucked by William Herndon, who happened to be in my stolen male body. It was confusing enough as it was. Jim looked at me with an expression of growing understanding as I continued. "When I caught sight of Rodney earlier, I had a strong feeling that I'd seen him before. And then when I saw you two getting it on and I caught sight of that rather distinctive foot long hotdog of his, it finally dawned on me that Rodney was the guy on the tape! Even if he's not mixed up with Herndon or Richmond, he still might have some information that would be very useful in finding them! This could be the big break that we've been waiting for, Jim!" After hearing this bit of information, however, Jim sat back down onto the sand and rested her chin on her hands, a dejected expression on her face. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She turned her wide blue eyes towards me and asked accusingly, "And you want me see him again? You want me to... to..." Tears began to fill those big blue eyes, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what the problem was. I guess the memories of what she'd been doing with Rodney where still fresh in her mind, and it embarrassed her. And the fact that she was probably going to have sex with Rodney yet again wasn't helping to ease her mind. I tried to consol her. "Come on now, Jim. You're a girl now. Girls like boys; it's as simple as that." And it was. The female hormones running throughout her body wouldn't have let it be any other way. In a sob filled voice she confessed, "But you don't know what it's like! It's as if my manhood is slowly being fucked out of me every time I have sex with a man, and this body that I'm trapped inside of is twisting my arm behind my back and forcing me to enjoy it!" She hugged me tight as sobs wracked her slim frame. "It must be nice to be a real woman like you and not have the memories of what it was like to be a man." My heart went out to her. I knew first hand what she was going through; I knew that just like me, she could feel the man she had once been being slowly and irrevocably chipped away. As I held her and stroked her hair, I tried to console her. "Jim, this takes us one step closer to recovering your body! Don't you see? If we can find Herndon before Rocco Tortelli or your brother, we'll be able to get that advanced prototype and change you back!" "But what about my body?" asked Jim. "The last time we saw it was in Washington, DC. What good would having the machine do if we don't have my body?" I didn't have an answer for her, so I just held her close as she cried onto my shoulder. When her tears finally stopped, I wiped her eyes with her towel, helped her to her feet and slowly led her in the direction of the path. About ten minutes later we emerged from the jungle to the pleasant sight of white washed beach cabanas, sunbathing tourists lying on chaise lounges and the waiters in their crisp white uniforms serving them drinks. Hopping into the golf cart provided to us by the resort, we headed back in the direction of our villa. We still had a little time to waste, so I suggested we stop off at the shopping village on the way. I badly needed to buy a few more items of clothing. I'd come to Jamaica with only the clothes on my back. While Jim browsed through some displays of earrings, I picked out a pair of sandals, a nice strappy pair of four-inch heels, a few skirts and tops and a very pretty white dress that caught my eye. I tried on the dress in the changing room, and I fell in love with it. Two pieces of cloth rose from the waistline and looped around my neck, covering the front of my breasts but leaving the cleavage between my breasts bare all the way down to my navel. My back was bare down to my just above my waist, and the loose, frilly hem of the skirt reached to just a few inches above my knee. Jim gasped with pleasure at the sight of me when I stepped out of the changing room. Ooh, girl! You are lookin' so good! James is gonna blow his mind when he sees you in that dress!" For some reason, her words filled me with excitement and anticipation. Images of James returning from Kingston, and of him holding me tight in his strong arms and kissing me on my lips sent a shiver of pleasure right up my spine. Suppressing the crazy thoughts flying around inside of my head I asked, "What makes you think I'd give a fig for what James thinks?" My words rang hollow, though. It felt like I was trying to convince myself more than I was Jim. "Oh come on now! I see the way you look at him, the way you kiss him. Anyone with a brain could tell that you've fallen in love with him!" I was shocked that she'd say such things. Me? Falling in love with James? But that was preposterous! After all, I was a man, even if I was stuck with a young woman's body. "Don't be silly, Jim," I protested. "Your brother and I are only good friends." Jim smiled a secret smile and winked at me. "You can believe whatever you want, sweetie." And that was all she said on the subject. But those few words were enough to put me in a sour mood all the way back to the villa. We carried our bags up the front steps, and as I attempted to fit the key in the lock it was whisked open by Roger, our butler. He quickly relieved us of our packages and I told him to take the whole lot to Jim's room. He nodded his head and without a word carried them off. Taking Jim by the hand, I led her from the foyer and into the living room where I sat her down on the couch next to the phone. I handed it to her, and Jim looked at me with questioning eyes, so I told her, "Tell him you want to get together with him. Tell him you want to meet him at his studio around noon tomorrow. And what ever you do, don't mention me!" I pulled Rodney's card from the beach bag and quickly punched in his number. My palms slick with sweat, I watched Jim's face as she said hello to the person on the other end of the phone and started an animated conversation with who I could only assume was Rodney. She seemed to say all the right things, and from the smiles and giggles I assumed that the conversation was going in the right direction. As I watched her talk into the phone, I had to stifle a nervous laugh. Even after everything I'd been through, it was still so bizarre that James' macho twin brother was now a blonde bombshell making a date with another man. She pulled through like a champ. By the time she'd hung up, she'd arranged to meet Rodney at a caf? across the street from his studio for lunch, and had extracted a promise for a tour of his establishment. "How did I do?" she asked with an impish grin. "You were wonderful, Jim! Truly wonderful!" I said, and I meant it. I gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. It felt so good that I kissed her again, but this time I found my lips lingering against hers. Jim didn't seem to object to my forwardness at all. Instead, her body seemed to melt against mine, her eyes closed and her soft lips parted, allowing my tongue to dip inside. I was becoming aroused, and from the way she clung to me I knew that Jim was feeling the same way. When I pulled my lips from hers she was panting lightly. She opened her bright blue eyes and gave me a look of pure desire. "Oh, Janet, that was so wonderful. Please kiss me again! It seems like it's been so long since I've been kissed by a woman." I would have liked to explore this situation further, but with Joe and James due home any minute I knew we couldn't afford to get carried away. I smiled down at her and touched my lips to hers once again, feeling very pleased with myself. Not only was kissing Jim very pleasurable, but I'd discovered a new carrot and stick with which to lead her around. Giving her a peck on her forehead, I whispered, "Not now, Jim. The boys will be home any minute, and we need to find out what they've been up to while they were in Kingston. I expect you to wheedle the full story from Joe tonight. If you're a good girl and do as I ask, maybe we can kiss some more tomorrow while they're gone." She was so easy to read. Like a child who'd been promised a piece of candy, her face lit up and she quickly nodded. I rose from the couch, pulled her to her feet and ushered her towards her room. "Let's go put on your prettiest dress, sweetie. We want you to look your best." Jim insisted on holding my hand on the way to the room she shared with Joe. We entered her bedroom and I walked her over to the mirror on the dresser. Standing behind her, I unsnapped the back of her snakeskin pattern bikini top. Her breasts where what every man lusted after; large, round and firm. The pink nipples capping her perfect breasts pointed back at me from the mirror, and I couldn't resist reaching around and giving them a tweak. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting them, but I resisted the urge and steered her to the shower. "You get yourself cleaned up and I'll pick out something for you to wear." As the water began to run in the bathroom, I pulled a dark blue mini dress made from a stretchy satin material out of her closet. The hem was very short, and the low cut top appeared to be reinforced to support her breasts without the aid of a bra. It came with a matching thong. I pulled my new dress from the box and admired it for a moment before I laid it on the bed next to Jim's. I couldn't wear a bra with the backless dress, so I only pulled a pair of lace bikini panties from one of the bags and put them with my dress. The shower was still running, and the bathroom was filled with billowing clouds of steam. I quickly shed the string bikini I was wearing, opened the shower door and joined Jim inside. Jim insisted on washing my back. When she started to get carried away and grope me, I was forced to take the washcloth from her eager hand and finish the job myself. I turned off the water, we dried off with the soft, fluffy towels provided by the resort and walked back into the bedroom. I handed her thong to her, and watched as she slid them up her long, smooth legs until they cupped her vagina. Taking a perfume atomizer from the dresser, I lightly sprayed her nearly nude form. Then I sat her down and stood behind her, combing out her long, blonde hair as I watched her apply her cosmetics. Jim had really come a long way, but I found that she still needed a little advice on what to use. Once she had finished with her face, I held her dress for her as she stepped into it and pulled it up her curvy body. I zipped up the back, careful not to catch her long blonde hair in the zipper. She looked stunning to say the least. The form fitting dress clung to her like a second skin, and the reinforced top looked like it was fighting a losing battle to keep control of her considerable cleavage. While Jim was busy admiring herself, I took advantage of the empty seat in front of the dresser and used her eyeliner and mascara. Jim was nice enough to return the favor and began to brush out my hair. I found that her eye shadow, lipstick and blush just weren't right for my darker complexion, so when she had finished with my hair I pulled on my panties, stepped into my dress, slipped on my heels and headed upstairs to my room to use my own cosmetics. I could feel my breasts wobbling under my clothing without a bra to help support them. I sat down at my own dressing table and looked over the woman staring back at me from the glass. During the space of the few short days that I'd been trapped in Janet's body, I'd learned so many new things about the woman I'd become. I'd found that I loved wearing short skirts, I felt like I was naked if I left the house without lipstick on, and all I could think about was men, especially James. Just the thought of his name was enough to send me into a day dream as I sat in front of the mirror and began to apply my cosmetics, thinking about how much I loved to touch his strong male body, and the way that he kissed me and held me tight. My dreams suddenly became reality when without warning the door to the bedroom opened and James silently approached me from behind, rested his hands on my bare shoulders and proceeded to plant a line of hot, wet kisses up my neck. "Oh, James," I gasped with pleasure. "You're home!" I happily rose from the chair and turned towards him. His strong arms pulled me close, and before his lips descended onto mine, he whispered, "I missed you, baby." I don't know why, but his softly spoken words made my heart begin to flip-flop inside of my chest. I found myself returning his kiss with heartfelt abandon. Pressed tight against him, I could feed his penis against my tummy as it began to harden and become erect. "Joe and I took the liberty of making reservations at the resort restaurant for dinner. Unfortunately, we need to be there in thirty minutes," he whispered as his greedy hands roamed over my curves. It wasn't hard to tell that James wanted to have sex, and in the worst way. He kissed me again, and I knew that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have minded, but if we did, we'd be late for our dinner reservations. My mouth watered when I realized what I had to do. I put the flat of my palm against his muscular chest and pushed. "Sit down, big boy!" I said with a smile. He backed up a few steps away from me and sat down on the bed with an eager expression on his handsome face. I put an exaggerated swing to my hips as I slowly walked over to him and knelt between his legs. He smiled down at me as I unfastened his pants and fished his fully erect penis from out of the opening. I looked up and gave him a wink before I engulfed the large, flanged head of his penis my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head up and down on the rock hard shaft as I lightly tickled his balls with my pink fingernails. I'd learned a lot about sucking cocks these last few days, and I demonstrated everything I'd learned to James for the next four or five minutes. He finally shot his cum into my mouth with a loud moan as I diligently worked my lips and tongue along the length of his pulsating penis. Ropes of thick, white semen poured from the tip of his cock and into my suctioning mouth. I was forced to swallow several times before he was through. He panted and gasped as I licked his cock clean, and then I went to brush my teeth and touch up my makeup. Our reservations where for 6:00 PM, and we made it to the restaurant with just a few seconds to spare. Both of the guys had managed to slip into a nice suit and tie, and I had to admit that both Jim and I were looking very glamorous in our feminine attire. Jim wobbled a bit on the stiletto heels she'd chosen to wear, but I guess that was only natural seeing that she'd been a man until just the day before yesterday. The restaurant was very crowded. It was dimly lit, with all the tables arranged in a semi circle around the dance floor and the small stage. An eclectic group of musicians was on the stage warming up as James held my chair for me to sit down. When the waiter arrived he ordered a salmon filet for me, a steak for himself and a large bottle of white wine which the waiter quickly brought out to the table. Once our glasses had all been filled, James raised his glass in a toast. "To our lovely ladies," he said simply, and we touched our glasses together. Jim sat across from me, and from where I sat it looked like Joe's hand was busy under the table. From the way she squirmed in her seat, I was sure that Joe had hiked her skirt up and was playing with her vagina under the table. To cover her discomfort, and probably her arousal as well, she was drinking a little bit more than was good for her. I sipped my wine and chatted with James a bit as we waited for the food to arrive, telling him about our day. Just as the band began to play, the waiter brought out our meal. My salmon was delicious. After we'd finish eating, James rose from his seat and held out his hand to me. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet and out onto the dance floor. Thankfully, the band was playing a slow number, and all I had to do was loop my arms around his thick neck and rest my head on his shoulder as he led me around the dance floor. "You are so beautiful!" he whispered into my ear. He stroked my bare back with his warm hands as we slowly swayed to the music. "Did you see how almost every man in this place was staring at us when we arrived? Any guy in this room would give his right arm to trade places with me tonight!" I looked around and did notice that a few men were giving me the eye. It made me feel very self-conscious and yet excited at the same time. "What would they think if they knew that I was actually a man masquerading as a woman?" I wondered. It couldn't have confused them any more than it was still confusing me. I was a guy. I was supposed to be a macho private detective. I'd bed some of the most attractive women in DC, and yet here I was, inside of Janet Washington's curvy female body, dressed to the nines in frilly female clothing and clinging to my 'man'. I held onto James even tighter and tried to forget. After the song ended, James led me back to the table. The check arrived, and Joe picked it up and paid it. The tropical moon set in the clear, starry night lit the way as we slowly drove back to the villa. Joe drove with one hand while his other arm was wrapped around Jim, who rested her head against his shoulder. I felt like a teenager on her first date as James and I kissed and caressed one another in the back seat of the golf cart. I was enjoying myself so much that I was almost sorry when we finally arrived. Bidding Joe and Jim goodnight, we headed upstairs to our room. Once there, it was a race to see who could get undressed faster. I won because I had the least on, so in the interest of good sportsmanship I helped James to get undressed as well. He pulled me into his embrace, my breasts squashed against his chest, his harder than steel cock pressed against my soft belly as he held me tightly in his arms and passionately kissed me. Disengaging himself from my arms, he turned me around so that he was behind me and we were both facing the mirror over the dressing table. As he pressed close against me, I could feel his thick cock nestled between my ass cheeks and running up over the small of my back. We both watched in the mirror as his big hands wandered all over my hips, my belly and between my legs. He cupped my breasts in his warm hands, and tweaked my nipples, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. I leaned back into his arms and arched my neck up to kiss him. I wanted him so badly that it hurt. James kissed me back, and then he effortlessly picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bed. ....................................................................... .......................................................... The next morning I awoke with James' lips on mine as the sun had just begun to appear in the window of our suite. He kissed me again, and said, "Joe and I are leaving now, honey. We'll be back around five o'clock this evening." He kissed me once more, and then he was gone. I yawned and tried to arrange the sleepy thoughts inside of my head in some semblance of order as the memories of yesterday filled my head. James had been his usual studly self, making me cum too many times to count. I turned to my side, hugged the pillow he'd been laying on against me and inhaled deeply. The unmistakable scent of his cologne still lingered on the soft linen. With unusual early morning clarity, I quietly realized that Jim's words from yesterday were true. I had fallen in love with James. I suppose that I should have been upset at this revelation, but all I could feel was a warm feeling of deep satisfaction in the pit of my stomach. This complicated things immeasurably. Then another thought entered my head. Jim and I were supposed to meet Rodney in Montego Bay! I jumped out of bed and ducked into the shower. I quickly washed, dried myself off, donned a white bra and panty set and a pink skirt and t-shirt set that I'd bought yesterday. I slipped on my new sandals and I made my way down to the kitchen, drawn by the odor of cooking food. I found that Jim was already there, munching on a piece of toast and wearing a floral print sun dress. The cook, a rather portly woman, smiled at me from in front of the stove. I sat down and she placed a plate of eggs sunny side up, sausage and toast in front of me. I dug in with gusto. When I finally came up for air, Jim wiped her lips with her napkin and asked, "We don't need to be at Rodney's until noon. What do we do until then?" I chewed thoughtfully, swallowed and replied, "I don't know. The beach, maybe?" "No," she replied. "Been there, done that." The cook took this as an opportunity to chime in. "Have you tried our day spa?" Jim and I looked at each other, not sure what to say. We'd driven past the spa several times, and I'd never even thought about going inside. "What's there to do there?" asked Jim after a moments pause. She was as clueless as me. "Oh, you girls will love it. It's so relaxing! Normally you need a reservation, but I know the girl at the front desk. If I ask, I'm sure she could fit you in!" Jim looked at me, and I shrugged. "Sure, we've got nothing better to do." The cook grabbed the phone on the wall and rang her friend at the spa. Twenty minutes later, Jim and I stood outside of the spa, looking at the door dubiously. Gathering my courage, I opened the door and we stepped inside. ....................................................................... ....................................................... Two hours later, I lay on the massage table next to Jim's, feeling limp as a noodle. I'd discovered, much to my pleasure, that that the spa really was an incredible experience. The staff had pampered us the entire time, plying us with snacks and drinks as they'd given us each a pedicure, a manicure and then finally a full body massage. I admired my fingernails as Jim related what had occurred yesterday while Joe and James were in Kingston. The manicurist had been appalled at the condition of my nails, and had insisted on adding extensions before she'd painted them a bright, shiny pink to match my outfit. "...And he said they sat in the car out side of Freddie's Beachside Watering Hole for the rest of the day, but they never caught sight of Richmond," she finished. Her story made it appear as if Joe and James hadn't made any progress, which was good. As long as they were busy chasing ghosts in Kingston, Jim and I were free to follow up on Rodney. She looked at me and smiled. "That's all he had to say. I can't imagine that he would hide any thing from me, especially after what I allowed him to do to me last night." She shot me a wink that spoke volumes. "I have something to tell you, Jim," I confessed. "I probably should have said something to you earlier, but a lot of things happened yesterday, and I didn't even think about telling you." I proceeded to fill her in about my meeting with Alphonso, and what he was expecting of us. Jim was silent as I told my story, and she chewed her lip thoughtfully before she spoke. "Well, we knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. If you're supposed be giving him daily reports, I guess you ought to go see him before we go to Montego Bay, huh? How much are you going to tell him?" "I'm only going to tell him what you just told me, which is nothing. The longer he remains in the dark, the better." Getting up off the massage table, I reached for my clothing. "Get dressed Jim. It's time to get busy." --- Thirty minutes later, Jim parked the golf cart a little ways from Alphonso's bungalow. "Hang tight. I'll be back shortly," I said as I got out of the cart, smoothed my skirt and headed towards the front door. My palms began to sweat again. I knocked on the door and a familiar voice called out, "Come in!" I opened the door and found Alphonso reclining on the couch, watching the television wearing only a pair of boxers. He was a very attractive man. Covered with muscles and tanned to a deep bronze, he was any woman's version of tall, dark and handsome. He appraised me with his dark eyes. "Such a pleasant surprise! Well, don't just stand there, come over here and sit down!" he ordered. I obeyed, sitting next to him on the overstuffed couch. "Do you have anything interesting to report, Janet?" he asked. I proceeded to inform him about everything that Jim had just told me in the day spa, which really wasn't much. Since he didn't know that Joe working with James on this case, I made sure to leave his name out of the picture. Alphonso flicked through the channels as I spoke, not seeming to pay much attention. When I had finished, he turned towards me and scoffed, "That's it? This James Arlington doesn't seem to be much of a detective! I don't think this jerk could find his own dick in the dark!" Without thinking, I retorted hotly, "James is a great detective. One of the best! There just isn't much to go on here!" Alphonso eyed me with a smirk on his face, happy that he'd gotten a rise out of me. "Oh, pardon me! I didn't mean to demean the name of your boyfriend, the great James Arlington!" Then his voice hardened. "Enough talk. It's time for you to do what you do best. Get down on your knees, bitch! Right now!" I'd known that this was coming, so his demand came as no shocker. I slid off of the couch and knelt between Alphonso's splayed legs. "Well, what are you waiting for? Take it out!" he ordered. His penis was already starting to stiffen with anticipation, tenting the front of his boxers. I gingerly unbuttoned the fly and his penis popped free of its cloth prison. I curled my fingers around the thick shaft, my shiny pink fingernails not quite meeting. I popped the head in my mouth and began to tickle it with my tongue. The familiar flavor of man flesh once again filled my mouth. He sighed and leaned his head back on the couch as I labored away. "What would your precious James think if he could see you here sucking my cock?" he wondered aloud with a chuckle. I knew that Alphonso would never do something as foolish as reveal himself to James, but still his words filled me with both guilt and dread. If James where to ever catch me doing this he'd never forgive me. And that was something that I simply could not bear. I repeatedly took his cock down to the pit of my throat and back up again, trying to please him quickly and finish the job. He finally shot his sperm into my greedy mouth with a loud groan, and I savored yet again the salty yet sweet taste of his cum. Alphonso collapsed back against the couch, spent. I knew he recovered quickly, so before he could regain his strength, I said I would see him tomorrow and ducked out the door. I rejoined Jim in the golf cart, and sat down next to her in the front seat. She took one look at me and handed me a tissue. "Here sweetie, I think Alphonso left a little mess on your chin," she said with snicker. I took the tissue and wiped a sizeable glob of his semen off of my chin. "If you think it's so funny, I'll let you meet with him next time!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "That horny bastard would screw you till you were blue!" Jim quickly shut up and started driving towards the main hotel building, where we parked the golf cart and headed over to the taxi stand. A taxi quickly pulled up and we hopped into the back seat. Smiling at us with a mouth full of gold teeth, the driver asked us where we wanted to go in his thick Jamaican accent. I pulled out Rodney's card and read it aloud. Without a word the driver stepped on the gas, and Jim and I franticly searched for our seat belts. "Remember, you are to be very friendly with Rodney, understand? I want you to give him all your attention. Flirt with him. Tease him. I need this guy to be totally at ease, and concentrating on you! If you do your job, I might be able to do a little snooping around." "I'll be nice, but do I have to...well, you know..." "Fuck him?" I finished. "Only if you want to!" Jim swallowed nervously and nodded. After a quick ride that probably gave me a few gray hairs, we arrived at Rodney's studio fifteen minutes early. It was a brightly painted one story cinderblock building with a metal roof. The sign over the door showed a picture of a camera and the word "Photography" in capital letters. Right next door was what looked like a bookstore, and on the other side was a tattoo parlor. Across the street was the caf? where we were supposed to meet him. We looked inside the caf? for Rodney, but there was no sign of him. So we walked across the street to his studio. A little bell tinkled as we opened the door and stepped inside. The small shop was lined with display cases filled with cameras, lenses and other assorted photographic paraphernalia. Alerted by the bell, Rodney emerged from the back room from behind a curtain. His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly when he caught sight of Jim, but his smile faltered a little bit when he saw that I was with her. I could guess why. Rodney had thought that Jim was coming alone. "Hi, Charlotte, and how are you, Janet?" he greeted us in his deep male voice. "Such a pleasant surprise!" He looked unsure of how to act with me there. We'd told Rodney that Jim and I were two newlywed brides, and he probably wasn't sure if Jim had told me about what had happened yesterday. His unspoken questions were answered when Jim gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "Its okay, Rodney. I told Janet everything!" Looking somewhat relieved, Rodney led us to the caf? across the street where we sat at one of the tables on the sidewalk. Jim sat next to Rodney, who put his arm around her shoulders and ordered a round of drinks from the waiter. Rodney was all over Jim, touching her and occasionally giving her a kiss. I could sense Jim was enjoying the attention from this handsome man. Rodney was not only very good looking, but he was very funny as well. He soon had us laughing away at his stories of life in Jamaica as we downed rum punch and watched the people walk by on the sidewalk. Rodney, it turned out, was actually an American citizen. His parents had emigrated from Jamaica to New York City, where he'd been born. He'd returned to live in Jamaica just five years earlier. "The island is beautiful, I can make a good living and there's no nine to five rat race like there is in New York," he commented. "Life is so much slower here." Two hours later, after a few more drinks and a huge platter of rice, beans and jerked chicken, Rodney finally called for the check and paid it. Then he led us back across the street to his shop. "I'll give you a tour of my place," he said. We were all feeling a little loose, but Jim had obviously had a bit too much to drink and was very giggly and talkative when she staggered through the front door. "Oh God! Don't let her do anything stupid," I thought. Rodney led us through the curtain and proudly began to show us around. The back of his shop was divided into three rooms. The first was a large darkroom, fitted out with lots of expensive film developing equipment. The second was his small office cubical, crammed with a desk and four large filing cabinets. The last room he showed us was his studio. Lighting equipment, camera tripods and other assorted photography equipment lined the walls. A large fancy looking camera sat on a tripod in the middle of the room. At the end of the room sat a couch, and Rodney led us over to it with a smile. "Let me take a few pictures, girls. It's very seldom that I get two attractive ladies such as yourselves to pose for me!" Rodney shot off a roll of film, and as he reloaded a plan of action began to form in my head. "I'm going to see if I can take a look in his office," I whispered to Jim. "You keep him occupied for as long as you can!" "Rodney, I have to use the ladies room," I said. Rodney indicated the door, and I went in. After the drinks earlier, I really did have to use the toilet. When I'd finished, I washed my hands and dried them on some paper towels. Then I put the some of the paper towels in my purse. I walked back into the studio to find what looked like a fashion shoot was in progress. Rodney was giving Jim instructions on how she should pose, and Jim was flirting with the camera like a pro. I suggested quietly to Rodney that I was going to head up the street to go take a look at some of the shops he'd told us about earlier. I could see Rodney's face light up immediately. "Sure, Janet. Take your time." I waved goodbye to Jim and walked out of the room, making sure I left the door open just a crack. Then I loudly walked out front and opened and shut the door, making sure the bell made a racket. Quietly, I turned the sign hanging on the front door from "Open" to "Closed", then I stepped out of my shoes and on bare feet I quietly slipped back through the curtain and into his office. Sliding open the bottom drawer of the first filing cabinet, I found it stuffed to overflowing with files which in turn were stuffed with papers, photos and negatives. With the reassuring sound of Rodney's camera snapping away in the next room, I slowly poured over the files. They were sorted by date, so I was quickly able to narrow my search down to one drawer. I carefully looked inside of each folder, but I didn't see anything that might help. Just when I was getting ready to shut the drawer and move on to the next, I noticed a folder in the back buried under some office supplies. I pulled it out, and opened it. I stifled a gasp of surprise when I saw my smiling face looked back at me from the glossy nine by twelve print lying on the top of the pile. With my heart in my throat, I leafed through the file, finding numerous pictures of my missing self. But the true gold was the receipt at the back of the file. It listed the name and address of whoever had paid for the photos. I put the receipt and a few selected photos into my purse, I put the file back where I'd found it, shut the drawer and snuck back out of the office. I'd told Rodney that I was going up the street and I didn't want to return right away and arouse his suspicions. I stuffed the bell with the paper towels from my purse so that it wouldn't make any noise, quietly opened the door and eased outside. I felt like I was walking on air as I made my way along the sidewalk. Could things possibly get any better, I wondered? I needed to waste a little time, so I looked up and down the street for something to do. The only shops close by were the bookstore and the tattoo parlor. Thinking I could waste a little time browsing through the titles, I entered the bookstore. The walls of the place were lined with racks of magazines, DVDs and video tapes, all of them porn. The place wasn't a bookstore at all; it was a sex shop. A fat middle aged man sat behind the counter, obviously surprised to see a woman in his establishment. "Er, how may I help you, ma'm?" he asked. I smiled at him, and noticed that he was staring at my breasts. Men, I had found, had a one track mind. "Just looking," I said sweetly. I breathed deeply and arched my back a little, and the look on his face was priceless. I walked over to one of the display cases filled with sex toys. There were all sorts of different sizes and shapes of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, you name it. Can I see that model there?" I asked innocently. The one I pointed to was a dildo realistically shaped like a man's erect penis. It was about ten inches long and jet black in color. The clerk smiled nervously and I could see sweat breaking out on his forehead as he handed me the dildo. As I held it in my hand I realized that it was almost the exact size and shape of James's penis. At the base of the dildo I found that there was a small clip. When I asked the clerk what it was for, he replied, "That model comes with a strap on harness." From the case he pulled a leather harness to which he clipped the dildo. I knew that I had to have it. "Wrap it up, please," I told the shopkeeper. Five minutes later, I was back at Rodney's place. I pulled the paper towels from the bell and was about to ring it but curiosity got the better of me. Instead, I once again slipped off my shoes and quietly slipped through the curtain. Kneeling down, I peaked through the crack of the door. My eyes widened with surprise when I saw what was going on. While I'd been gone, Rodney had managed to coax Jim out of her sun dress, and now she was posing for him on the couch wearing nothing but her g-string. I made a mental note to myself to not let her drink so much in the future. Jim was using alcohol to cover her discomfort at sexually charged situations, but once again it seemed to be backfiring on her. "You are so hot, baby," he said as he reloaded the film in his camera. "I really lucked out when I met you!" He pulled a rolled up cable from a nearby table and plugged one end into the back of his camera. He walked to the couch, unrolling the cable as he went. At the end of the cable was what looked like a remote. He ran the cable around the couch and draped it over the back of the couch directly behind Jim. With a triumphant smile, he plopped down next to Jim and put his arm around her shoulders. I stifled a giggle when I saw Jim's reaction. She appeared to sober up, and she scooted herself away from Rodney's eager embrace. "What's the matter, baby?" asked Rodney with a frown. "Come here and sit next to me." He reached for her, and like a frightened deer Jim leaped from the couch and attempted to grab her dress off the floor. Rodney was quicker. With lightning speed, he grabbed her by her hips, threw her back down on the couch next to him and planted a big kiss on her lips. "That was way out of line, Rodney! You are so rude!" she protested as she attempted to escape his embrace. "Don't be such a little tease!" he growled. His mood instantly seemed to change. He was transformed from an easygoing fellow to an enraged beast. Jim continued to struggle, not quite comprehending this sudden change. Before she could react he had quickly pulled her across his knee and began to spank her bare butt like there was no tomorrow. Cries of shock and pain erupted from Jim's lips as Rodney beat the round globes of her ass. "I'm the photographer," he said as his large hand beat her ass like a drum. "You, you little slut, are the model. The model always does as the photographer instructs! Do you understand?" I watched as he looked up at the camera with an evil smile and hit the remote. The camera flashed three more times as he continued to give Jim the bare assed spanking of her life. To be honest, the sight of poor Jim being abused by another man was both making me ill and turning me on. I found myself riveted by the scene before me. Her butt bright red from his repeated blows, Rodney pulled her up and sat her up on his lap. She just sat there, shell shocked, as one of his large black hands to began to massage her boobs and pinch her nipples while the other continued to press the remote. "What lovely big tits you've got," he said as she sat on his knee. He buried his face in them, sucking on her thick pink nipples as the flash continued to go off. Jim's eyes rolled back inside her head as she surrendered to his attentions. His hand disappeared between her legs and I could tell by her sudden body jerk that he'd slipped his fingers inside her. She wasn't fighting his attentions and if any thing she appeared to be helping, spreading her thighs so that he had easier access to her vagina. It was quite a change for the girl who'd been complaining about having to have sex with Rodney again. "You're wet enough to be fucked now, you dirty little slut. Aren't you?" Rodney asked after fingering her pussy for a few minutes. Jim didn't answer. Her mouth was open, and she was panting as her head lolled back on his shoulder. "Did you hear what I said?" he snapped. "Yes, Rodney," Jim meekly responded. "What are you then?" he went on. "Tell me!" "I'm your dirty little slut and I need to be fucked," she panted. All the time he was groping her tits and pushing two of his fingers in and out of her vagina. Jim groaned and writhed on his lap. He pushed her off his lap and stood up, towering above her small body. He dropped his shorts and his massive cock sprang out, fully erect. I'd seen it before, but I was still dumbstruck by the sight of that long and very thick jet black organ. It had to have been twelve inches, jutting out from his crotch long and hard. Rodney grabbed Jim by her long straight hair and pulled her face up to his dick. "Look at the camera," he directed. "That's it; now give it a little kiss." He began to trigger the remote again, the flash bulbs going off as it recorded Jim's every move. "Now put it in your mouth," he ordered. Jim submissively began to suck his dick like she was born to do it. After a few minutes, Rodney pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbed it all over her face and then said, "Let's get some of that sweet lookin' pussy." He pushed Jim down onto the carpet and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was visibly wet and ready. "Yes, fuck me, Rodney, please!" Jim begged. Rodney climbed on top of poor Jim, his huge frame totally covering her petite body as he began to work his cock deep into her tight little hole. She screamed out loud as she felt the size of him, and the muscles in his ass started to flex as he drove his thick cock ever deeper into her vagina. I found that I had begun to touch myself as I watched them copulating on the carpet. "What are you?" he grunted as he pounded her like a pile driver. "I'm a slut, I'm your whore! Don't stop!" Jim gasped. Rodney hadn't planned on stopping. He continued to slam his cock into Jim for what seemed like a long time. Finally, I watched Rodney's face grimace as he pumped Jim full of his seed and collapsed on top of her panting body. They lay there for some time, Rodney lying between her wide spread legs, her small hands still grasping his muscular buttocks. Quietly, I got up off my knees and went back through the curtain to the front door. I flipped the sign on the door back to "OPEN" and carefully removed the paper towel from inside of the bell. Then I opened the door and made sure that the bell rang loud and long. I waited in the front and pretended to be looking at the display cases. It didn't take long for the two to emerge from behind the curtain. Jim's hair was mussed, her clothing was disheveled and she had a guilty look on her face. For his part, Rodney was smiling like the cat that had eaten the canary. Rodney called a taxi for us, and a few minutes later we were on our way back to the resort. Turning to Jim, I slyly asked, "When did Rodney say he'd have that film developed? I'd love to get some prints!" Jim blushed a bright shade of red.