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Chapter 36
The following day, Brenda approached Melissa to talk.
"Melissa, I have a problem with what you want me to do in regards to the
coke," Brenda said.
"After talking to Preston there doesn't seem to be much of a problem, he
was very satisfied with your performance," Melissa said.
"It's not that, I worry about getting busted by the cops, I don't want a
record for prostitution," Brenda said.
"Didn't I explain to you that there is nothing to worry about? My
boyfriend keeps me informed as to what might be going down and he
guarantees that we won't be touched by the vice unit," Melissa said.
"I still worry, I'd feel better if I heard it from his mouth, after all
it is my life we're talking about."
"I'll talk to him but don't forget you have a date with Preston again in
a few days and I'm sure he'll want you to please him the same way you
did last time. You don't have a problem with that I hope?" Melissa
asked.
"Not really, it does get easier the more you do it," Brenda said.
"Good, I do know Preston likes you because of that beautiful body of
yours, he couldn't stop raving about you. If you want, I can schedule
you for more work, you could become my most popular escort you know,
with your body and looks we could be making a ton of money," Melissa
said.
"Melissa, I'm doing this to repay your generosity not to become rich
sucking dicks. I'm sorry but I'm only going to do this when I must,"
Brenda said.
"That's a pity, you have a talent and it's a shame to waste it."
"Its degrading Melissa, and I still have pride in myself."
"I'll see when my boyfriend will see you, maybe that will change your
mind about some things," Melissa said.
"Thank you Melissa," Brenda replied.
Brenda felt sick, kissing up to Melissa the way she had. Being an
undercover agent wasn't fun anymore, and having to become a prostitute
to break a case wasn't right. The thing that bothered Brenda most was
the ease with which she had degraded herself. Unfortunately when you
roll in the mud with pigs, you're going to get dirty, but in Brenda's
case, she was becoming like one of the pigs herself.
Melissa went to her office and picked up the phone and called her
partner in crime.
"Hi, it's me. Brenda's coming around, and all she needs are a few
assurances that she won't be going to jail. I think I'll be able to
pressure her into doing more work, that girl is a natural. I think I'll
give her some of the cash we get for her services rather than the drugs.
I was hoping she would be using more coke, but I think money will
influence her to want to date more often. I'm getting low on cocaine.
Connie and the others seem like they're snorting up all of Columbia,
thank God they're busy," Melissa said.
"Keep the girls in line, I don't want them to get to the point where
they aren't wanted. They're like little money machines and keep the
pressure on Brenda, I think she could be the best escort that we've ever
had. Most guys don't like dating girls that are taller than them and
Brenda's perfect, she can wear slut shoes and still be shorter than her
dates. I'll see what I can do from my end," the voice said.
"Don't forget the coke," Melissa said as she lowered the phone.
Tiffany met with Hank Phelps the following evening. Hank was waiting
when Tiffany arrived.
"Hank, it's good to see you again," Tiffany said as she extended her
hand.
"It's nice to see you too. Tiffany, you're even prettier than I
remember," Hank said.
"Thank you," Tiffany said as she blushed with the compliment.
Tiffany remembered Hank as being rather handsome, but she forgot just
how good looking he was. She knew he was tall. She was wearing four-inch
heels and he was still several inches taller than her. I wonder if he
has a girl friend ? What in the heck am I thinking, I already have Paul
and now I'm thinking about Mike. I wonder if the low amounts of estrogen
are changing my brain? Look at what they did to Brenda. God, am I going
to want breasts just like her? Think about business Tiffany.
"What would you like to eat? The short ribs here are the best in the
city," Hank asked.
"I have to watch my weight, I'll just have a salad,' Tiffany replied.
"You're missing out on the greatest short ribs around."
"I wish I could eat them but if I gain even a little bit of fat there
goes the career."
"I'll let you taste mine then, if I miss a few calories I don't think my
body will miss them," Hank laughed.
Hank had a nice laugh, it was fun and engaging, Tiffany could learn to
like this man.
"Hank I might as well get right to the point, I have something going on
in my life that concerns illegal activity and I don't know where to turn
for help. That's why I called you, I feel that you can be trusted,"
Tiffany said.
"Wow, that's getting right to the point," Mike said
"I have to, it's important," Tiffany said.
"If you're doing something illegal and you tell me I'll have to arrest
you so be careful of what you say," Hank said, his concern showing.
"Hank, it's not something I'm doing but what my employer is doing and
it's important that I can trust you, my life depends on it," Tiffany
said.
"You've already said a lot, what makes you think you can trust me?"
"Women's intuition, I guess, I just have a feeling about you," Tiffany
said.
"You're right Tiffany, you can trust me but if you're doing anything
wrong, I'll arrest you no matter how I feel about you, I just want to
make myself clear about that," Hank said.
"I understand Hank and I'm not doing anything bad."
"Tell me what your problem is and maybe I can help you, how serious is
it?" he asked.
"It's very serious and I think it involves the police department. Do you
remember about a year ago a model named Natalia Breshnakov being
murdered?" she asked.
"Of course I do, every guy in the city was in love with her, why do you
ask?"
"Because I work for the same modeling agency she did and I know for a
fact that the woman in charge gives drugs to the girls. When they become
hooked on them she makes them prostitute themselves to pay for the
drugs. Natalia was going to go to the police and she was murdered and
the only people that knew she was going to talk, were the police. I know
Melissa, she's the boss, is dating some guy that's in charge of the drug
detail and he gives her information about any raids or anything that
might jeopardize what she is doing. That's where you come in, I want to
be able to go to the police with out feeling that I will be killed, but
I have to know who I can trust. Could you please find out if Melissa's
boyfriend is some fool in love with an evil woman or part of what is
going on?" Tiffany asked.
"You're asking quite a lot Tiffany, I don't even work at that station
let alone in that division, what makes you think I can help you?" he
asked.
Tiffany reached across the table and took Hank's hand in hers. I can't
believe I'm doing this to persuade him she thought, I really am turning
into a girl.
"Because I know you're smart enough to do it for me," she replied.
"I'll try but only for you," Hank said, he couldn't believe this
beautiful woman had just persuaded him to turn against his fellow
officers. The code had always been to protect your own and now he was
going to break that code, damn, why did she have to be so frigen pretty.
"Hank I want you to be careful, if the wrong person finds out what you
are doing, you could be in danger and I'd just die if anything happened
to you,' Tiffany said.
"I'll be careful, here's our food, I'll help you but I don't want to
talk about it anymore, I just want to enjoy your beauty," Hank said.
Tiffany was blushing, Hank was making her feel different than the other
men she had dated. Other than Paul, men were for convenience, they were
eye candy for her, an escort and even the kisses were superficial, they
had felt nice but there wasn't anything to it. It was what was expected
from a girl, so why was Hank making her feel this way, she was becoming
self-conscious of every move she was making, she was acting like a teen
aged girl on her first date.
Paul had made her feel special, she really cared deeply for him. He was
kind and didn't push her for more than what they had already done. Hank
was different, he was exciting her in ways she didn't know was possible.
She was lusting for this man.
"Thank you Hank," she said.
"Try a piece of this," he said as he put his fork in her mouth.
He's feeding me and I can't stop looking in his eyes, God he's handsome,
Tiffany thought.
"That was delicious, I should have taken a chance and gained a few
pounds," she said as she attacked her salad.
"I can order some for you if you'd like?" he asked.
"Not in your life, I wouldn't be able to eat for a week if I ate that,
thanks for the thought though," Tiffany said.
A young girl approached their table with a pen and notebook in hand.
"Miss Rollins, may I have your autograph?" she asked.
"Of course, what's your name?"
"Suzy,"
Tiffany took the notebook and wrote: to my friend Suzy, best always
Tiffany Rollins.
"Thank you Miss Rollins."
"You're welcome Suzy."
"Does that happen much?" Hank asked.
"All the time, I don't understand it, but if they want an autograph it
would be rude not to give it to them if they think enough of me to ask,"
Tiffany said.
"If I ask you for a kiss would you think it was rude not to give it to
me?"
Tiffany felt her stomach grow tight with that question, and even more
disturbing she blushed.
"A kiss means more than an autograph and it would be rude of you to ask
for one, it should be given because both people want to give it,"
Tiffany said.
"Point well taken and I hope you will want to in the future."
"The future?"
"Of course the future, you don't think this is the only time that I will
want to see you?"
"I wasn't sure, I thought this was just business," Tiffany said.
"It is business but there is no law against enjoying each other's
company," Hank said.
"I guess you're right, I'm finished with my salad, would you like to
walk for a while?" Tiffany asked.
"Sure, let me take care of the bill, where would you like to go?"
"It's a nice night for December, let's find a place where we can get
some dessert and coffee, I was a good girl and starved myself so I guess
a few extra calories won't hurt," Tiffany said with a smile.
Hank helped Tiffany from her chair and she took his arm and pulled
against him as they strolled out the door. Hank and Tiffany made a
strikingly handsome couple as they walked by the well lit windows,
displaying Christmas wares.
"Look at that beautiful dress," Tiffany said as they paused to look at
the creation.
"Don't you see enough dresses when you're working?" Hank asked.
"A girl can never see enough dresses," Tiffany giggled.
Tiffany was surprising herself. Dresses were part of the disguise and
she had never really been interested enough about them to take notice as
to how they looked, but now she was stopping to look at one and wondered
how she would look in it, things were changing for this girl.
"Could we go in so I can try it on, it won't take but a minute?" she
asked.
"If you're going to model it, I'd love to," he replied.
The couple entered the store, and were greeted by the clerk, a stylish
woman in her thirties.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, I'd like to try on the dress in the window," Tiffany said.
"Why you're Tiffany Rollins aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, is there a problem?" Tiffany asked.
"Of course not, I'm surprised you're in here that's all, you are the
Voss girl aren't you?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't like a dress by another
manufacturer, and Margaret specializes in business wear and this dress
definitely isn't business wear. I just want to try it on."
"It would be our pleasure to have you model it for us."
"I'm not modeling it, if I like it I might buy it, it's so pretty,"
Tiffany said.
"I hope we have your size, you're so slender," the clerk said.
The clerk found Tiffany's size and handed her the dress and brought her
to the changing room.
"If you need a hand I'll be in front," said the clerk. "Your boyfriend
can have a seat by the shoes."
"Thank you," Tiffany said, and smiled at Hank with the clerks comment.
Tiffany took the dress, it felt so light in her hands and she could
hardly wait to wear it. She removed her clothes including her bra
exposing her glued on forms and then lowered the dress down over her
head. She managed to zip the black satin fabric around her back, which
hugged her figure and pushed her forms enough to create cleavage.
Tiffany looked in the mirror and saw the swelling of flesh above the
dress, it wasn't much, but it was noticeable, her breasts were growing.
A year of estrogen no matter how slight was doing that to her, how could
she not have noticed. She had noticed an increase in the sensitivity of
her nipples but hadn't noticed an increase in size, but then again she
rarely removed her forms. She felt afraid that she might be changing and
yet in a small measure she felt pleased that she was looking more like
the girl she portrayed and didn't know why, had the disguise lasted too
long, she wondered?
Tiffany exited the dressing room and called the clerk.
"Excuse me, but my boots don't go with this dress, do you have any heels
that I might try?" she asked.
"That's gorgeous, I have just the thing, what size do you wear?'
"Size ten, you know, big feet for a big girl," Tiffany giggled.
"Ten isn't that big, I'll be right back."
The clerk returned and handed Tiffany a pair of sling back pumps with
four-inch stiletto heels, which she slipped on her feet. She was a
vision to behold, any woman that saw her would die to have that dress
and any man would drool to have her by his side.
?Holy cow Tiffany, your gorgeous," Hank said.
"Thank you, I don't look fat do I?"
"No, you don't look fat. If I knew you better I'd ask you to marry me
right now, I've never seen anyone so pretty."
"Thank you," Tiffany said as she blushed with the compliment.
Why am I blushing like this she wondered, compliments are a dime a dozen
in my business and yet when Hank says something nice it effects me, I
don't understand.
"That fits you perfectly, Miss Rollins, would you like me to wrap it?"
"I'll have to think about it, I'll change before I can't resist buying
it, it is a lot of money," Tiffany stated.
"I'm sure we could discount it for you, after all it would be a feather
in our caps to have you in one of our designs," the clerk said.
Tiffany changed back into her winter wear and hugged the dress to her
face, she would be back and hoped it would still be here.
Hank and Tiffany continued walking until they found a small coffee shop
that specialized in pastries. They ordered and just enjoyed each other's
company, chit- chatting about mostly nothing, but building Tiffany's
trust in Hank, he really was a nice man.
"May I drop you at home?" he asked after they had finished their
dessert.
"I'd like that," she answered.
Hank hailed a cab and opened the door for Tiffany to get in. He walked
around and entered the other door. Tiffany gave the driver her address
and the car drove off.
Hank reached over and put his arm around Tiffany's shoulder. She
snuggled against him, she like the strength he radiated by this gesture.
"Would it be rude to ask you for a kiss now?" he asked.
Tiffany blushed again, God why does he affect me so, she wondered.
"No, it wouldn't," she answered and turned her head to accept his lips.
The kiss lingered and for the first time since this whole thing started,
Tiffany felt excitement for a man, she felt a yearning for this person,
she felt like a woman.
Hank broke the kiss and looked deeply into Tiffany's eyes, God what a
beautiful woman, he thought. I hope I don't disappoint her. I would die
if anything were to happen to her.
Tiffany felt Hank's stare and her stomach tightened, she wanted to be
kissed again and pulled his lips to hers, she was beginning to like this
man way too much, but she didn't care, she finally knew what Brenda was
talking about and how she should embrace her femininity, this finally
felt right.
The cab arrived at Tiffany's apartment and Hank told the driver to wait.
He walked her to the door and kissed her one more time before she went
inside. This meeting would have a lasting effect on Tiffany and she
didn't care that it would.
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