Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 12
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The Trick is Turned; or Cock-tales for Two.
I entered the cocktail party at Lee's house with a bit of an attitude.
I had just conceded defeat to her in a recent election. She was now the
incoming president of the local accounting association. I had only lost
by a handful of votes and decided against asking for a recount. Since
the election was overseen by fellow accountants, asking for one would
have been a tactless symbol of no-confidence.
How that dyke had gotten elected was a bit of a mystery. Sure, the
accounting community was changing. There were more women now, but the
old boys still dominated. They were the ones with the big accounts,
with the municipal contracts, with the clout, the weight, and the
country-club memberships. And as far as the old boys went, I was the
golden child, the fair-haired knight, soon to take my place among the
fellowship. I was just about 40, professional, personable, charming. I
was being groomed for control and I looked it. The old guard not only
knew my ladies' man reputation, they ate it up. In public they paid lip
service to words like "diversity" and "non-traditional," but in closed
rooms at the club, they longed for a time when women knew their place.
Bookkeepers, perhaps. But in the fraternity of accountants, never. I
would regale the old fellows with off-color stories of my conquests,
point out the hot women I had bedded, women who had fallen for my
smooth-talk and irresistible charm. These guys liked to hear how I could
control a woman, bait her, use her, leave her. It gave them confidence
in my power.
In one of those closed rooms at the club, I was advised to concede the
election and act publicly like the gentleman. As Lee's term progressed
opportunities would arise that would embarrass her, or worse. The old
guard would make sure of it. They had a sure-fire trick planned.
Gracious in defeat would be my surface attitude. But we would
eventually put her in her place and make an example of her. Women
accountants in this town were only around to prevent a claim of rampant
sexism. Plus a few around gave us something to look at during boring
professional meetings.
Lee's house was elegant without being ostentatious. The people
celebrating her victory seemed smug, at least to my eyes, but everyone
was enjoying the spread and the booze. A few old guard acknowledged my
entrance with a knowing nod. Let her enjoy this brief moment of
victory, their eyes said. Soon she'll be on her knees begging.
Eventually Lee made her way over to me and we sat down on a comfortable
settee in her great room. She handed me a cocktail. "Let's give a
toast to a race well fought," she said. I took the proffered drink and
looked at it. "A special concoction of my own invention," she
explained. "But I understand if you can't handle it." She reached back
for the glass.
"No, no," I said with a sly smile. "A toast to your leadership. I
always admit when the better man has won." I sipped the drink and hated
to admit that it tasted great. Soon I was talking loosely, saying
things I knew should remain secret, but somehow I didn't care. I asked
for another cocktail. And then a third. Before I knew it the room
seemed far away, voices seemed to blend together, my vision blurred.
From somewhere I heard Lee say, "I'm sure he'll be fine if he rests here
for a while." And then my head went all fuzzy and I felt like smiling
for some reason. The fuzziness felt wonderful, warm, happy. My brain
felt uncluttered and clean and my outlook seemed clear and simple,
uncomplicated by secret plots or worries. I felt unburdened and it was
nice, but after a while, I realized I was dreaming and tried to shake
myself awake.
I forced my eyes open, just a little. It was hard to focus or get them
to open wide. It was hard to lift my head up too. After a bit, I was
able to make out Lee sitting across from me in a wing-chair. She was
bent forward, her elbows at her knees and her hands brought upwards
together, almost in prayer, but she wasn't praying. She was looking
intently at me. Her black and silver hair had been done up in a
chignon, but now it was undone, flowing all around, framing her face.
Without makeup she looked harsher, her features stronger and less
feminine.
"You liked my little concoction," she stated plainly.
I gave a weak smile. "I normally can hold my liquor," I replied. It
was hard to form a sentence and my voice sounded off. Higher. More
distant.
She was silent for a few moments and the silence sunk in. No one else
was there. I was alone at her house, it was very quiet, and apparently
very late.
"I must have fallen asleep," I said, closing my eyes involuntarily. "I
don't understand..."
"Oh, but I understand," she interrupted. "I understand a lot. You see,
that first concoction ? or rather should I say potion ?helped me
immensely. You revealed everything. All your plans, your rotten
attitude, your dinosaur machismo. Do you really think you can prevent
me from obtaining control of this Podunk town's accounting association?
Do you think I have such petty pursuits?"
I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. But I was scared.
What could I have said? If I revealed the old guard's plans, I was
doomed.
"What... what did you give me?" I could hardly put the sentence
together.
"The first potion revealed your inner self to me. I know everything
that you were and everything you were planning to do. I suspected you
were a scumbag, and once I got my confirmation, I decided to have my
fun."
"Potion?" What the hell was she talking about? "Some sort of roofie or
something?"
"No you insolent lummox. Roofies are your tactic. Apparently you've
used them several times. You won't be doing that again. Potion numbers
two and three will see ? are seeing -- to that. Soon you should be
able to open your eyes and see everything a bit more clearly."
My head hurt and I brought a hand to my face. I tried to massage my
temples, but something felt wrong. Through my blurry, half-closed eyes,
I could see that my fingers looked long and slender. And I had long and
very red nails. I brought my hand to arms length to try to see more
clearly. I felt wrong, displaced, confused, but not upset.
"What have you done to my fingernails?"
"Oh sweety, just wait a few moments. Don't work so hard to try to
figure it out yet. Your vision and mind will clear very shortly."
My head nodded involuntarily to one side and I took a deep breath. That
feeling of the warm fuzzies returned and I couldn't help but smile.
There was that simple, uncluttered, airiness that I had felt earlier.
The feeling I had, that blurry hangover feeling was going away.
"I think you can open your eyes now."
I looked across at Lee, who now had a broad, almost evil smile. Then I
brushed a blonde hair out of my face with my long, slender hands. I
felt very odd. I looked down at my hands and my eyes caught two large
fleshy orbs in my field of vision. It was like looking at cleavage from
the wrong angle. In fact, it was looking at cleavage from the wrong
angle. Only now it seemed right. I felt them through the tight, shiny,
little spandex halter top I was wearing. Firm, big, and round, just
like I liked. My hand was on autopilot feeling my breasts, my flat
tummy, lower. I hitched up my matching short spandex skirt, to feel for
my penis, but it wasn't there. I knew that I should feel very, very
upset about this, but I didn't. I felt empty. If I had to describe my
feeling, not that I could, I would say I was happy but yearning for
something I wanted.
I realized that Lee had done something drastic to my body and my mind,
but I simply couldn't get angry about it. I tried to muster some anger,
but all I could feel was a little confused. I couldn't even think of
much to say.
"Oh Randy," she almost cooed. "I think you'll like your new
'leadership' position."
"Um," I said. I intoned it as a question. I was finding it hard to
phrase things.
"Let me spell it out for you. While you take a good look at yourself.
Stand up and go over to the mirror." I involuntarily stood, and clacked
across the tile floor on stiletto heels as if I had walked in them all
my life. Standing in the mirror was a 5 foot 1 inch platinum blonde,
with big blue eyes, a plastic surgeon's dream of a nose, and big,
luscious, blood red lips on a mouth that hung slightly open with an
expression of utter gullibility. Her graceful neck was adorned with a
rhinestone studded chocker collar. She was wearing, or practically not
wearing, the same tight, shiny, pink, little halter top and mini that I
had felt a few moments ago. She had a gigantic, round rack, a flat
stomach with a cheap belly button ring in it, a protruding, heart-shaped
butt, and long slender legs with feet wrapped up in strappy red shoes
with 5-inch heels. She was me. I knew that. Barely.
Lee kept talking.
"Take a good look. I'm a witch, if you haven't figured it out. And
after finding out what a scumbag you are from potion one, I used potion
two to turn you into a composite of what you think a woman should be. A
trashy, slutty, sex-kitten of a woman. And since you also think they
should be practically free of any intelligence whatsoever, I'm assuming
you're having a hard time following me."
"Um. I think I get it." But I didn't. Then I smiled at my reflection
and giggled. What I wanted to say seemed so reasonable but part of me
thought it was stupid. I couldn't help it though, it just came out.
"Um. I think I want a Popsicle. Or something." I giggled again. What
the hell was happening? I couldn't string a sentence together and I
didn't care. I even liked the way I looked and now I was thinking I
needed more lipstick.
"Oh, no, dear, not a Popsicle. What you want is cock. Potion number
three took care of your air-headed bimbo qualities. That feeling of
emptiness you have isn't just because there isn't an original thought in
your pretty little head anymore, it's also because you don't feel
complete unless you've got a cock stuck in you somewhere. Mouth, pussy,
ass, I'm sure you won't care."
"Yeahhhh," I said. I kept looking in the mirror. My hair seemed wrong.
Maybe it would look sexier if I put it up.
"Randi, come over to me." Lee was standing up now, leaning against the
wall. She raised her arms and closed her eyes intently, straining for a
moment. Then she dropped her pants suit and panties and out popped an
immense and erect penis.
"Um. Wait a 'sec. Like aren't you a girl?"
"A witch honey. I can be anything. And right now I have a great big
cock for you." She smiled at me. I smiled back and giggled. "Here's
the deal. At the moment you have about as much resistance to the spell
this potion has cast as you do the urge to surrender to it. You love
cock about as much as you want to return to your former self."
She produced a small vial of ointment with a stopper, and coated her
cock with it.
"This is an antidote. Lick it all off, and it will return you to your
former state. You will remember what happened to you, but I'm sure you
will be chastened enough not to try any mischief against me again. If,
on the other hand, this mixes with your saliva and any semen... and I
can assure you, I'm now fully functioning in that regard... your brain
will lock into your new identity, airheaded, bimbo Randi. Everyone will
believe that Randy the great accountant was so embarrassed by his loss
and his subsequent drunken tirade, that he up and left town to start
over somewhere else. And everyone will vaguely remember Randi, a local
high-school drop out of 23, who works as an exotic dancer and call girl,
gives the best blow jobs in town, and probably can't count to 20 without
her fingers and toes."
Her penis glistened with the ointment and I desperately wanted to lick
it. I got down on my knees as she muttered something about "knowing my
place." I brought my lips to her cock and slowly wrapped my mouth
around it. My tongue ran up and down her shaft trying to lick up the
ointment.
"That's it," she said, "you've nearly gotten it all."
Something inside me begged me to pull away. I wanted to be me again. I
was fighting with myself and paused. I could do this. Just pull back
and release. I pulled my head slowly back and was just about to take my
mouth off her cock when her hand gently touched the back of my head,
stopping my progress.
"Oh, Randi, you know it feels so good to have my cock in your mouth.
You know you want more. Why stop?"
I hesitated. It felt so good. My mind was clear and it all seemed so
simple. I loved having her cock in my mouth. I wanted it to get bigger
and bigger and I wanted her to cum in my and to swallow in great
chocking gulps all her delicious semen.
My mouth went back down around her shaft, all the way. I felt like my
whole body was smiling. Inside, deep inside me, I fought again. NO.
NO. Pull back, get control of yourself. You must!! I pulled back
again only to hit her hand again. She pushed my head ever so gently
south.
"Why fight it, baby? This is the most incredible feeling ever. Don't
you want to be happy? Don't you want this feeling to go on?"
She was right. I loved it. I gulped all the way down again, maybe even
further along the shaft. All the while my tongue darted around, feeling
her cock, licking, massaging. I wanted her to cum.
Again I pulled back, but as soon as I reached the tip I shot back down
again. Again, again, again. And then before I knew it, before the
voice could overpower my desires, she was cumming in my mouth. There
was a flash of light. If I could put a word on my feelings it would
have sweet surrender, but I couldn't frame such a thought. I just felt
real happy. I licked up all the cum I could off her cock and then I
looked up at Lee from my position kneeling on the floor. I looked up
with all the innocence, simple-mindedness, and hopefulness in my spirit.
I felt like this was all I ever wanted to do.
"That's right, baby-doll. You're a good girl. Don't let a thought
bother that pretty, little head of yours." I smiled.
- - -
My heels clacked across the floor of the Pine Valley Country Club as the
man in the uniform led me through the back hallways to a small, smoke
filled room. At the door I hiked up my halter top and hiked down my
mini and then checked my make-up in my pocket mirror. Perfect. I was
so excited I could jump up and down and do a little dance in my heels.
The door opened and I went in. Six distinguished older men sat in the
room, some at a card table, others in chairs near a fireplace. I smiled
happily and giggled. "Hi!" I said. "I'm Randi!!" I bounced a bit.
"I'm sure you are," said one of the men and they all chuckled. I
giggled too. He was funny.
"Oh!" I gave out in a little scream as the uniformed man left. "I
almost forgot. Like I'm always forgetting stuff, you know. Um. Um.
Oh, I have it here." I searched through my tiny clutch-purse and found
a note. "I'm supposed to give this to you." I giggled again.
I handed the note to the nearest man. He opened it and read aloud.
"The trick is turned. Consider this a little gift from 'one of the
boys'. Yours, Lee."
The men murmured. I had no idea what the note meant and didn't care. I
just wanted to start doing some lap-dancing and lots of other stuff. I
had no idea what they were waiting for.
"Gentleman, I think we can come to appreciate the new leadership
position. Don't you agree?"
And then, finally, he unzipped his pants.
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