Such a Naughty Boy
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Chapter 17
Tiffany's day went differently than Brenda's. Her first assignment was
to be in a show at one of the designers that had seen the Voss add and
they had to have Tiffany. She was the only girl from Universal and the
rest were from various agencies around the city. Tiffany arrived early
and was resting. She was approached by a tall Asian girl..
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," Tiffany responded.
"You're the Voss girl aren't you?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"All of us girls know who is who, it's part of the game."
"Why would you want to know that?"
"We need to know who the competition is, after all this is our living.
Was that your first big spread?"
"Yes."
"I've had dozens like that and it's always exciting, congratulations,
you're very pretty."
"Thank you, what's your name?"
"I'm Ginnie Chan."
"I'm Tiffany Rollins, I'm pleased to meet you."
"What agency represents you?"
"Melissa Benson's, you know Universal."
"You're with Universal? I was with them until a year and a half ago. I
got tired of their BS and went to Ford."
"What BS?"
"You know the drugs and parties, wait until you've been there for a
while, you'll see what I mean."
"Tell me more so I know what I'm getting myself into."
"I started with them when I was eighteen and I had more work than I
could keep up with. Melissa kept pushing me until I almost had a
nervous breakdown. She gave me some pills to take and I felt better but
after a while I needed them just to work. I noticed some of the older
girls were also taking pills and other drugs and pretty soon they would
disappear. I was curious as to what happened to them and one of the
girls told me that they were working as prostitutes. They needed the
drugs and no longer looked good enough to model. She told me that
Melissa owned the brothel and this way she had the finest girls turning
tricks for her. She gave them enough money to live and an unlimited
source of drugs. When I learned this I quit and went into rehab and
haven't done drugs since."
"I didn't think Melissa was like that?"
"She's a cold hearted bitch, watch yourself."
"Thanks Ginnie. Did you ever learn where she got her drugs?"
"No, all I know is that she always had as much as she wanted."
"Did she have a boyfriend?"
"I don't think she's ever had a real boyfriend, she just dates a lot.
Come to think of it I remember her dating a cop and someone said he was
married. I'll bet she makes him give her information about raids and
things like that, I don't think any of her girls have ever been
arrested."
"Did you know Natalia?"
"Just briefly, she was a really nice girl, I don't know why she would
have been killed. She played around a lot, if you know what I mean and
maybe a jealous boyfriend killed her, who knows?"
"Girls, lets go, it's show time," shouted the stage manager.
Tiffany put on her first outfit, an ugly pair of pants and a blouse
covered by a parka, God it was hideous. The next outfit was better, it
was a pantsuit and she looked nice in it. As the show progressed the
clothing looked better, with the pants being replaced with skirts and
finally with dresses. She had to model ten outfits and she knew she was
running late for her photo shoot.
She took out her cell phone after the last outfit she wore and called
Melissa.
"Universal."
"Hi Brenda, is Melissa in?"
"She had to go out, why?"
"I wanted her to call the photographer and let him know I'm running
late."
"I'll do that for you."
"Thanks Brenda, I'll call you later, I have some news."
"Okay Tiffany, catch you later."
Tiffany made it to her photo session and was only fifteen minutes late.
"I'm sorry I'm running late, but the show I was just in started late
and screwed me up for time."
"Don't worry about it Tiffany, we want you even if you are a little
late, lets get started," the photographer said.
Tiffany was brought to a makeup station. All of her makeup was removed
by the attendant. She was then made up again and photographed. The
makeup was removed again and then reapplied only with different colors.
This went on until late evening, makeup on, makeup off, over and over,
until Tiffany was sick of makeup.
"That was the last shot Tiffany, do you want to wear this makeup home
or have it removed?" asked the photographer.
"I'll remove it when I get home," she answered.
Tiffany didn't know how good she looked made up the way she was, she
was a show stopper. She walked outside and saw the hustle and bustle of
New York City at night. She was hungry and the little pizza place
looked good to her. She walked in and ordered a slice. She went to pay
for the pizza and felt a hand on her butt.
"Mighty fine," she heard a voice say.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she responded.
"Sorry," said the smarmy man.
Tiffany ignored him and took her pizza to a table to eat. She didn't
notice the man was still staring at her. She finished and went to catch
a cab. The man came up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder. That
was the wrong move because Tiffany turned and grabbed the man and threw
him over that very same shoulder. The defensive training from the FBI
had paid off.
"Ouch, " he yelled, "I'm going to sue you."
A cop walked up and said, "Is this man bothering you miss?"
"Not anymore," she replied.
"That was a nice move, do you want to press charges against him, I saw
the whole thing and was just about to help you myself, but I can see
you can take care of yourself."
"Thank you officer, I'm fine and you might as well let the creep go, I
think he learned his lesson."
A cab stopped and Tiffany got in and she heard cheering from the crowd
that had seen her throw the man, "My kind of woman," they yelled.
Tiffany smiled, if you only knew she thought.
It was almost midnight when Tiffany arrived home. It was too late to
call Brenda now and what she would tell her could wait until the next
day.
Brenda was waiting for Tiffany to arrive. She wondered why she hadn't
phoned her the night before.
Tiffany came in a half of an hour late.
"You didn't call me last night," Brenda said.
"I didn't get home until almost midnight and what I found out wasn't
that important and since it was so late I figured it could wait. What
about you? Did you learn anything?"
"I did and I'll talk to you about it tonight."
"Okay."
Mario arrived minutes later.
"Hey, I have a package for you."
"For me?"
"Yeah, from some woman named Maria Gomez."
"From Maria, thank God."
"Sign here, I'll see you for lunch, I hope you didn't forget?"
"Damn, I did, I have a doctors appointment at noon, I'm sorry but we
still can have dinner together."
"That works for me, I'll see you after work."
Brenda had forgotten her appointment with the doctor and remembered it
when she saw the package from Maria. She tore it open and saw the new
breast forms staring at her, thank God she thought, my cup runneth over
and it hurts.
Brenda went to the girl's room and removed her bra and old forms. They
looked huge compared to the new ones but she knew her breasts would
feel better with the smaller ones. She inserted them into her bra and
hooked the back. Brenda let out a sigh, she felt normal again.
In the box was a note.
Dear Brenda, when you asked for new smaller forms I knew you must be
growing. I take it you want to become a woman, congratulations and
welcome to the club. By the way, if these grow too tight, buy a bigger
bra, giggle, giggle, love Maria.
Brenda felt warm toward Maria, she was after all her creation and now
Brenda was carrying it to fruition.
Brenda went to her doctor's office and was examined by him.
"You're growing very nicely Brenda, you're almost an A cup."
"How big am I going to get?"
"That depends on your family, is your mother very large?"
"Not really, she's maybe a B, she's very athletic though."
"That has nothing to do with her breast size, if that's the case you
might have already reached your potential breast size already."
"But I want to be as big as I am right now," she whined.
"I'm sorry but that won't happen unless you have implants."
"Implants, isn't that kind of permanent?"
"Your high dosages of hormones are kind of permanent too. They have
done more damage than implants will ever do."
"If I decide to have them when could it be done?"
"With the hormones you've been taking you have enough breast tissue now
as long as you don't go too big, you know, like some of those double D
jobs."
"God no, I just want to look normal, like I do now. I think C would be
plenty."
"We can do this at anytime so when you make your decision let me know."
"I will, and thank you doctor."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"For being so kind and not passing judgment on me for wanting this
thing."
"Why would I pass judgment, the FBI did this to you and if being a
woman is what you want then I'm here to do what ever you wish, even
make the final sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?"
"You know, the operation, cutting off your dick and balls."
"That sounds so crude."
"I'm sorry, I guess I shouldn't have put it that way, I'm just not used
to having a healthy man ask me for breasts."
"I'm not a man anymore, I'm a woman with the wrong thing between my
legs and someday that will be fixed. I know I'm making the right
decision."
"I hope so Brenda, I truly hope so."
Brenda finished the day and returned home to dress for Mario. She
decided on a skirt and sweater and three-inch heels. She liked wearing
skirts because she like her legs to be seen. Brenda was becoming quite
a vain young woman.
Mario arrived and escorted Brenda to a waiting cab. Brenda noticed that
Annie hadn't looked out her door when she and Mario past by. She would
have to check up on her friend, come to think of it she hadn't seen
Annie for several days and that wasn't like Annie.
"Where are we going for dinner?" Brenda asked.
"Do you like Chinese?"
"Yes, I love it."
"Good, we're going to Chinatown for some really good food."
The cab drove the couple to Chinatown and dropped them off at the
address Mario had given to the driver.
"This place is a hole in the wall but they have the best Chinese food
in New York City," he said.
"I wouldn't know the difference, the only Chinese food I've ever had
was at a shopping mall, but I liked it."
The couple found a table and seated themselves. This wasn't the kind of
restaurant with a lot of niceties, no host here.
Mario handed the well worn menu to Brenda.
"What do you like?" he asked.
"The only thing I've ever had was sweet and sour pork and fried rice,
why don't you pick for me?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Just a little."
"I'll order three dishes then, they give you a lot of food here."
Mario ordered the food and turned his attention to Brenda.
"Have you thought about Sunday dinner with me again, my mom really
would like you to be there."
"I had a wonderful time last week and I really do want to go again, but
I'm afraid of rushing things, you hardly know me?"
"The only way I'm going to get to know you is by spending time with
you."
"And I want to spend time with you too. I'm having very strong feelings
for you and I'm sorry if I seem insecure but I don't want to get hurt
if this doesn't work out."
"Brenda, there are no guarantees in life, especially with what one
person feels for another and I'm in the same boat as you, I don't want
to be hurt either. You know I was just dumped by my old girl friend and
I was angry, but then I realized that you were there and I knew you
were a much better person than my last girl friend. I worry too,
because I'm having these feelings also and I've never felt like this so
soon and it scares me as much as it does you."
"Since you feel that way, I guess I'll go Sunday."
"You just made my mother's day."
Brenda was falling in love with Mario and hated that she had to find
out more about him for the investigation, she was close to him and now
she had to pry into his past.
"Tell me more about your escape from Columbia, aren't you worried that
they might still be after you?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"Because, I've seen all those movies where the bad guys chase after
someone, you know to Europe and all over the place, I worry about you."
"It really isn't like that, I was betrayed that's all. I was just lucky
not to have been shot and killed."
"See, that's what I mean, I don't know what I would do if something
were to happen to you."
"Nothing's going to happen to me."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because those people don't know where I live and they have no reason
to be after me anyway."
"What about the package they said you took?"
"I didn't take anything. I had pretty much figured that I was hauling
something other than manure, but I also thought it was best that I
didn't ask. What I hadn't counted on was being stopped by the feds and
then being asked for the payoff. I never had to do that before and when
they asked, I didn't know what they were talking about. I assume the
owner of the truck had always paid what ever it was he paid. I know the
feds probably stole whatever I had in the truck and blamed me for it so
I guess a honeymoon in Colombia is out of the question."
Brenda couldn't help but laugh at the last remark, Mario was becoming
very special in her heart.
Dinner was served and Brenda loved the meal, She ate things she thought
she would never even think of eating, squid and whole steamed fish, it
was a lovely dinner.
"Would you like to see a movie?" Mario asked.
"Why don't we do that this weekend, I'm kind of tired."
"Are you asking me out?"
"I guess I am," replied Brenda.
"It's a date."
Mario paid for dinner and brought Brenda home.
"Would you like to come up for a while?" Brenda asked.
"I'd love to, let me pay the cab."
Brenda took Mario by the hand and they walked up the stairs into the
building. There were no lights showing under Annie's door and Brenda
was becoming concerned about her friend. Brenda inserted her key and
opened the door and turned on the lights.
?Come on in and make yourself comfortable, I'll get us something to
drink, what would you like?"
"Beside you? What do you have?"
"Some orange juice and a coke, sorry I don't have any wine or beer."
"I'll have some orange juice, please."
Mario sat down on the sofa to relax. Brenda brought him a glass of
juice and then sat down next to him. She wondered how this was going to
go, she wanted to be more intimate with Mario and yet she felt guilty
that she did.
She remembered how she had felt when she was Matt and made out with a
girl. When he was rejected he had to live with a major case of blue
balls and she hated that she would do the same to Mario. She couldn't
have any kind of sexual relations with him, mostly for the obvious
reason. Brenda had to remember, the girl is in charge.
"Is the juice cold enough?"
"It's perfect, thank you."
"May I ask you to do something for me?" she asked.
"Anything."
"Would you kiss me?"
Mario didn't answer, instead he took Brenda in his arms and touched her
lips with his. Brenda placed her hands around Mario's neck and pulled
him tight as she felt the strength of his kiss. Brenda was falling in
love with this man and the longer the kiss lasted the deeper she fell.
Her lips parted and she felt Mario's tongue enter her mouth, so
intimate and so loving she thought, almost like having sex. Brenda felt
herself being lowered onto the sofa and Mario's weight pressing against
her. Stay in control Brenda, stay in control and then she felt Mario's
hand caressing her breast.
"Please don't Mario, I'm not ready for that yet, please?" she said in
her softest voice.
Mario pulled his hand away and said, "I'll only go as far as you want
sweetheart, I, I, I love you."
Mario had said the magic words, I love you and Brenda responded with a
deep kiss.
"I love you too," she said.
Brenda and Mario kissed again with many thoughts swirling in Brenda's
head. How can I be objective with Mario, what if he's lying to me about
Colombia, and what am I going to do if he finds out about me, I should
have never done this with him.
"Mario, we have to talk," Brenda said as their last kiss ended.
"About what sweetheart?"
"Us. Mario, there's something I have to say to you and I'm not sure if
you will like it but I have to tell you how I feel about something.
When I marry I want to be a virgin, I feel it's right for my husband. I
wanted to tell you this so you won't expect anything more from me. I'm
sorry if I led you on thinking you could have more but I just can't do
it, I hope you understand."
Mario hugged Brenda and said, "I'm so lucky to have found a girl like
you. You have no idea how many sluts there are these days and to have
found a girl with morals, God I love you."
Brenda felt relief. She no longer had to fear that her secret would be
found out, as long as she was able to stay in control. Her mind was
also in turmoil. She was falling deeply in love with this man and he
with her and what made it worse was that she had no control of her
feelings. She could pull his hand away if it got too close to a place
where it didn't belong, but her heart was something else. She couldn't
control the deep love she felt for this man, that was something that
couldn't be pushed away.
"I'm going to kick you out, I have to get my beauty sleep."
"Goodnight," Mario said with one last kiss.
The rest of the week was pretty much like the first for Brenda with the
exception that Ralph Larsen paid his customary visit.
"May I help you?" Brenda asked.
"I'm Ralph Larsen and I'm here to see Melissa Benson."
"Yes Mr. Larsen, I remember you from the last time you were here."
"Miss Benson, Mr. Larsen is here to see you."
"Send him in."
"Miss Benson says to go right on in."
Brenda noted that he was carrying the same size package as before and
wondered what might be inside? It was the perfect size for two kilos of
drugs. Ralph stayed with Melissa for about an hour before he left,
Brenda wished she could be a fly on the wall at times like this.
Melissa came out of her office and her face was flushed.
"Keep next Tuesday open Brenda, I'm having a party to celebrate
Tiffany's success," Melissa said.
"Yes Melissa. Oh Melissa, who's Mr. Larsen?"
"Just a friend Brenda, just a friend."
"If he comes here when you aren't here should I sign for his packages?"
"He never comes here unless I'm here, is that understood?"
"Yes, sorry for asking."
"I'm sorry for snapping at you Brenda, you didn't know, Ralph's a
friend and we go way back, don't concern yourself."
"Okay."
Brenda arrived at home and knocked on Annie's door, she was worried
that something bad had happened to her friend. The door across the hall
opened and Brenda heard a voice ask, "May I help you?"
Brenda turned and saw an elderly black man with white hair and stooped
shoulders. "I'm looking for Annie, I'm a friend of hers, I live in 3A,
upstairs," Brenda said.
"You must be the new girl, I'm William Washington. I've heard you
coming and going but haven't had time to say hi. I'm really making an
excuse, my old body just doesn't move fast enough anymore to get to the
door before you are gone."
Brenda extended her hand and felt the firm grip of a man that had spent
many years on the docks moving cargo. His hands had the strength of a
man twenty years younger than he looked.
"It's nice to meet you William, do you know what happened to Annie?
"She left a couple of days ago. She said she had to go up to Boston
because her daughter-in-law had a miscarriage. Is there something I can
help you with?"
"No, I was just worried, I think of Annie as a really good friend."
"We all do, it's nice to finally meet you Brenda and if you need
anything just knock on my door."
"I will and thank you."
Friday came and Brenda went to lunch so she could call Bill Cline.
"Bill I need you to investigate Ralph Larsen, I think he's the drug
source."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because he spends a lot of time with Melissa and the only time he
comes here is when she's here."
"You might be right, we haven't been able to find anything on this guy,
its almost like he doesn't exist."
"Well keep searching, I know he's the one. Maybe you should follow him
the next time he comes here, at least you will know where he lives."
"Don't be a smart ass Brenda, you know we don't have a lot of field
agents."
"Seriously Bill I just know he is the one, he won't be here again for
at least three weeks and when he gets here I'll call you, that way you
won't have a lot of down time."
"That might work and if what you say is true then this thing will
finally be over."
Brenda returned to work and found a distraught Tiffany.
"What's wrong?" Brenda asked.
"I'm so damned tired and God these guys keep hitting on me, I don't
think I can do this much longer Brenda."
"Keep it down Tiffany, someone will hear. I have good news. I think the
drug source is Ralph Larsen. It's going to be a number of weeks before
he can be investigated but it won't be long before this is all over,
just hang in there."
"I'm trying Brenda, but you have no idea of what this is like for me."
"I think I do, after all we started this thing together."
"No you don't, you want to be a girl, or at least you want to enjoy
this girl thing, but I hate it. I want to be a man again, I'm sorry but
fuck this shit, I've had it."
"Tiffany I don't want to be an asshole but if you screw this thing up
now you can kiss your career goodbye and mine too."
"Brenda, I'm different than you, I know what we're doing and all that
but God, how am I going to explain to my family that I'm a model, a
fucking female model."
"They will never find out unless you tell them."
"But my picture was in the paper."
"Do they take the Times?"
"In Minnesota?"
"Exactly, that is what I'm talking about, no one will ever know."
"I still worry."
"Don't. I hate to bring this up, but what about Robert?"
"Robert?"
"Yes Robert, remember him, the guy you kissed?"
"Fuck him, I found out he's gay and just goes out with us girls to make
a statement."
"It sounds as if that bothers you?"
"Why wouldn't it, a gay guy kissed me, wouldn't it bother you?"
"Tiffany sometimes you can be such an ass, think about it, a gay guy
kissed you, a desirable young woman, not a boy, but you. Did you think
that maybe you might be contributing to the delinquency of a gay, after
all you are a woman?"
Tiffany started laughing, she couldn't help it, and then she said
quietly, "Fuck you Matt."
Tiffany settled down after that and decided that her career was more
important than her feelings and if a man bothered her she could do like
the ad says ?just say no'.
Sunday came and Mario brought Brenda to another Sunday dinner. She made
the usual impression on his mother. Mario's mother wondered why she
never learned to cook.
"Your mother never taught you how to cook?" Marie asked.
"Are you kidding, my mom thought hamburger helper was a feast."
"I can't believe it, a woman that doesn't know how to cook."
"I'd be glad to learn," Brenda said in a soft tone of voice.
"Hey Mario, I want you to bring Brenda by here whenever she wants, I
want to teach her how to cook," Marie yelled into the other room.
"Yes mom," came the reply.
Marie did teach Brenda some basics this day and every Sunday for
months, because Brenda and Mario had become an item, Brenda wasn't some
slut Mario was sleeping with, she was a sweet wonderful girl. Marie had
fallen in love with her as much as Mario had. Marie couldn't help
thinking of what a wonderful daughter-in ?law she would make.
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