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Inside Out Part 4
My life was busy but I didn't seem connected to anything or anyone. I
suppose that is just the way the Witness Protection Program wants it.
The Government had me sign over all my assets in my former life to them
so they could liquidate them. Eventually they sent me the money from the
sale of my Boston Condo, my 401 K, and other investments. It was over
$500,000 but somehow it doesn't seem like enough. Not that the money was
short, it didn't seem like enough closure to the life of Stuart
Fitzgerald.
In a fit of sentimentality I decided to take a trip to Boston. I
rearranged some appointments and drove up on a Thursday afternoon. It
was about 7PM and I was past New York City. As I approached Fishkill,
NY, I thought about Bobby the desk clerk and Sheila's first consummated
seduction. Then I continued up the Connecticut Turnpike and thought
about the truck driver at the Cracker Barrel in Milford. I was about an
hour's drive from that truck stop and was very bored and feeling
mischievous.I always regretted that I never got a chance to do that
truck driver. The out of control slutty behavior of my early days as
Sheila had passed. Getting men hard was no longer a novelty and my
sexual curiosity had long ago been satisfied. But the rush I got from
seduction, control, and manipulation never got old. So I opened the
sunroof, hiked up the skirt and unzipped the hoodie. I attracted a good
deal of attention from several truck drivers and by the time I got to
Bridgeport, I had one hooked. As he pulled up next to me on the highway
I pulled up my skirt and rubbed my crotch, he blasted his horn in
appreciation. Then I playfully sped up and tried to lose him but I
didn't try too hard. The second time he pulled even I pushed my sweater
to the side and exposed my tits and rubbed them and then blew him a
kiss. Again he blasted his horn and again I sped up. This time he stayed
right on my tail, I signaled to indicate I was getting off at the rest
area and checked my rear view mirror. Sure enough his turn signal was on
but I bet it wasn't the only thing turned on in the cab of that truck.
He parked his truck and came walking up to my car. He was average size,
probably in his his mid forties, pretty unkempt and scruffy looking.
He said, "Hey babe nice show you put on." I didn't answer.
He continued, "So what's with you, just a tease!"
I smiled and said, "Oh definitely not; but you got a good look at my
assets but I couldn't see yours, so I'm evaluating you."
He looked a bit peeved and said, "So do I meet your approval?"
I replied, "You are no where near my usual standards but for right here
and now all I want is a cock to suck So if you got one, we are good to
go, stud"
His unzipped his fly and a pretty decent size penis popped out
I smiled and said, "That will do nicely," and handed him a condom and
said, "get in the passenger side"
I went right to work, he didn't need any foreplay to get hard and I
didn't care. It wasn't the sex act that gave me satisfaction at this
point. It had to be kinky to excite me. This was dangerous, dirty,
depraved sex and that got me excited. Unfortunately the dangerous,
dirty, depraved part all happens before the sex act. We parted company
as soon as he shot his load. He left with a smile on his face and I put
myself back together and drove on to Boston and checked into the Four
Seasons as Matty Walker.
The next morning I decided to check on my old boss Paul. I called our
old firm but they said he was no longer with them. They gave me a number
which I recognized as his cell number. It seems he wasn't any good when
I didn't do the work for him and so he was on his own and apparently
struggling. I called the number and he answered, it was weird talking to
him in my femme voice. I said I was Laura Nemo and pretended to be with
a big time consulting company that needed to sub contract out the local
part of a large consulting contract. I laid it on pretty thick telling
him how I had heard good things about him and that I would like to go
over the details. I asked him to be come to the hotel tomorrow at 11AM
to discuss it.
The next morning I got dressed in a blue business suit. The skirt was a
little short and I added a silky white top with a scoop neck that showed
a bit of cleavage. I wore a shoulder length red wig and my makeup was on
the conservative side. I wore eyeglasses, drop pearl earrings and a
single strand of pearls. I stepped into 3 " pumps and went down to the
lobby.
I waited in the lobby for him and he arrived a little before 11AM. He
looked a little the worse for wear. He had lost weight, the suit was not
new and he clearly had switched hair stylists but not for the better. At
around 11AM he came up to me and asked if I were Laura, I said No.
Then I watched him get more and more frustrated as five minutes then ten
minutes passed. Finally he went to the house phone and asked the
operator to connect him with Ms Nemo. She of course said there was no
such guest. I could see him getting flush and arguing with the hotel
operator. Then he stormed over to the front desk and demanded to know
which room Ms Nemo was in. The desk clerk again checked and said there
was no guest registered by that name.
Paul grew abusive and demanded to see the manager. The manager came out
of his office and Paul told him he had a meeting with Ms Nemo and
demanded that they call her. The manager smirked and said officiously,
"My dear sir, Nemo means Nobody or No one, I'm afraid this lady has
pulled a prank on you."
I couldn't have planned it any better. As I knew he would, Paul, blew a
gasket and started screaming obscenities at the manager and everyone
within earshot. The hotel security people virtually carried him into a
room behind the Bell Captain's stand. I couldn't hear what was going on
but eventually a police cruiser arrived. At that, I got up walked to the
front door just in time to see Paul getting taken away by the Police.
It was still early and I was dressed for the day so I drove out to
Worcester and parked near the Veteran's Shelter where I had first met
Mike. I parked and waited for a few minutes thinking back about that
momentous week of my life. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if I saw
him. Well after about 30 minutes he came out with some other guys. He
looked the same. I thought about talking to him but decided not to. It
was enough to know he was back to his old routine and our week long
adventure didn't seem to do any permanent damage.
I drove back to Boston and parked my car in the Hotel garage. I strolled
about Newbury Street mostly window shopping for a couple of hours. It
was Friday about 5PM and I had nothing planned for the rest of this day.
So the trip wouldn't be a total loss I had arranged for a date on
Saturday night with a sub that I had corresponded with by email several
times. Planning on that I had my domme clothes, toys, and cameras, etc
with me.
On my way back to the Hotel, I walked past Excelsior, a restaurant and
bar that I often would frequent as Stuart. I suppose I shouldn't have
been surprised but nonetheless I was when I saw Russ, my ex wife's new
husband. Russ was a one- time friend of mine and he and I often would
hang out at this bar on a Friday night. A truly evil though came into
my mind and I shook my head and I hurried past the Excelsior hoping the
thoughts would leave my head if I got back to the hotel. I almost got to
the elevator when my will power failed. I turned around and walked back
to the bar, went in, and sat down at a table ordered a glass of Merlot.
True to form Russ eyed me all the way and he was over to me in no time
and said, "This is your first time here, because I would never forget
seeing you"
I flashed an irritated smile and said, "I'm visiting on business, but I
really not interested in conversation I just want to relax for a
moment."
Russ replied, "You are absolutely right conversation can be a huge waste
of time, there are far more intimate ways to communicate."
I replied, "Listen you are really not my type."
He said, "I'll be whatever type you want."
I was traveling using the name of Matty Walker, Kathleen Turner's
character in Body Heat and finally had an opportunity to use my favorite
line form the movie I laughed and replied, "You're not too bright are
you, I like that in a man."
Russ smiled and said, "What else should your man be?"
I smiled seductively and said, "I prefer my men bound, gagged and
erect."
He laughed and said, "Sounds good to me!"
I told him to come to my hotel room in half an hour. I gave him the room
number. I hurried back, changed into my domme attire and turned on the
cameras.
Right on time there was a knock on the door. I answered to door and as I
opened it said, "I can't wait!"
I unzipped his fly as soon as the door closed , slipped a condom over
his cock and without him noticing, a piece of fish line with a slip
knot. I sucked him dry in no time at all.
Then I said, "OK stud time for my fun, take all your clothes off."
He laughed and said, "Sorry Babe, you give great head but I'm not into
the rest of that shit so I'll be on my way."
I stood up and smiled wickedly turned and gave a tug on the fish line to
take the slack out and said, "No I think you're going to follow me over
here." He winced, but followed.
I lead him to the where I had a tension bar installed at about waist
height and handcuffed him to it to it. Then I lit a cigarette took a
deep drag and exhaled into his face and said
"So you are the type that will say anything to get sex, well you are
under my control. Normally I am not into inflicting pain but I could
make an exception in your case. So whatever you say from here on better
be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
He nodded in reply. Then I slinked up to him and rubbed his cock with my
tits until he was hard and said, "Are you married?"
He replied, "Yes I am."
I took another drag and exhaled slowly ans seductively in his face and
said, "I suppose she doesn't fulfill your needs?"
He replied, "No she doesn't, she's not sexy like you "
Then I slipped a condom on his swollen cock, turned around and bent over
and said, "I believe that was the truth so as your reward you get to
fuck my ass."
As he energetically pumped his cock into my anus I calmly finished my
cigarette without giving the slightest indication that I was enjoying
the fuck.
I started rubbing his chest and nibbling on his nipples. I said, "Do you
want some more stud?' I gave a little tug on the fish line.
He responded, "Oh yes."
Then I said, "Tell me am I the best fuck you've ever had."
He responded, "Yes! You are the sexiest woman I've ever known."
I looked at him and while giving a slight yank on the line and said, "Am
I more of a woman than your wife?"
Russ responded, "Oh yes! She doesn't turn me on any more."
Again I gave a little tug and he continued, "She could never be the
woman you are."
I laughed and said, "Well that's not saying much for her, because I'm a
man!"
I slipped off my panties and showed him my cock. His eyes got very wide
and he started to say something, I gave a hard tug on the line and
pushed him to his knees. I slipped a condom on my erect cock which was
staring him in the face. I leaned down and whispered, "Open your mouth;
now I know you could hurt me but I can assure you , I'll hurt you much
more, now suck it!"
It took a while but he got the hang of it and my spunk shot into the
condom. I peeled it off squeezed the cum out and smeared it on his lips
and said, "You really liked that didn't you?"
I tugged hard on the line and he managed to say, "Yes I did."
Later on I fucked his ass for good measure. I lit a cigarette and
watched the video from the camera, it was great. I did a little editing
while he was still handcuffed to the tension rod and then sent it to my
ex wife's work email account. I hope she enjoyed it.
I also sent a message to my date for Saturday night canceling our tryst.
I changed into more casual clothes, packed up my stuff, did the Hotel
video check out. As I went to leave, Russ said, "Wait! You can't leave
me here like this"
I just turned away and laughed, went down stairs slipped the concierge
$100 and the key to the handcuffs. I said to him "I left a rather large
piece of garbage in the room, please go up in a couple of hours and let
it go."
It was late but I started driving south. I was happy that I had
satisfied that itch about truck drivers, did a good thing by checking on
Mike, and did bad things to Paul, Russ, and Jean, who had done more that
their share of bad things to me.
It took all night to get back to DC, I fell into bed and slept for
hours. At last I felt some sense of closure to Stuart's life. When I
finally woke up, reality crept back into my thoughts.
My life as Stuart was done, but what kind of life was I going to have. I
wasn't living my life as a man but I still had the biological equipment
of one. I appeared to be a woman to those who encountered me but I was
far from female in a physical or emotional sense. Sex had a place in my
new life but not sex in a relationship. It was kinky sex that I craved.
More than sex it was the absolute control of the partner that turned me
on.
As my lazy Sunday morning turned into afternoon a few things became
clear. First, I liked being Sheila. She was smart, sexy, confident, and
in control. In some ways she was more of a man that Stuart ever was.
Also I had learned that men are ridiculously easy for an attractive
woman to manipulate and control. So if control is what I sought from a
sexual relationship, Sheila would have far greater success.
So it seemed best to start over as Sheila, and I was off to a good
start. But the first few months were filled with adapting to a female
persona, building my business, and most recently seeking closure in my
former life. What then would be the driving force in my future? Then the
light bulb went off, it was security. Despite the efforts of the Witness
Protection Program I always felt I was just a bribe and a whisper away
from a horrible death at the hands of the cartel. I needed a foolproof
plan so I could live my life in safety.
Gradually a plan came to mind over the next week or so. Implementing the
plan would take a long time, a lot of money and a few breaks, but it
could work.
The first piece came into focus quite soon. One of my clients was living
hand to mouth in terms of cash flow. I had them in position for a
lucrative Government contract but it was still a few months before they
would see that money. The owner of the company was Carla Brown a middle
aged black woman who bore a strong resemblance to the actress who plays
the Detective Lieutenant on Law and Order. Carla was desperate to keep
her fledgling company afloat. I suggested that I would be willing to
loan her approximately $350,000 under two conditions. Those were that;
she would pay me the current market rate of interest; and even after she
started getting money from the contract, she would hold onto the loan
money and disburse it according to whatever instructions I gave her with
no questions asked. Carla was extremely grateful and agreed to the
conditions without a second thought.
The next part would be very difficult. I would need a new identity, not
a forgery or a name off a tombstone, but a real one. It occurred to me
that when I needed someone to play the part of my fictional husband
Steve, I found Mike at a Veteran's Shelter. Thinking along the same
lines, I might find what I was looking for at a Woman's Shelter or
Halfway House
I did some careful research and picked one. I visited the place and
decided to make a large donation. In conversation with the director, an
aging hippie type named Karen Shelnitz, I indicated that perhaps there
were training grants available to help the women find work or that the
shelter could perhaps subcontract clerical work from government agencies
to help defray the cost of operations. She reacted very enthusiastically
but said they had no resources or expertise to pursue that. Feigning a
bit reluctance due to my busy schedule, I nevertheless allowed myself to
be talked into providing my services as a volunteer consultant
Oddly enough I really found a grant and spent a great deal of time
volunteering at the shelter. It served two purposes. First it made me
feel good inside perhaps making up for some of the not so good things I
did with my free time. Second I was always on the look out for the right
candidate.
After several months, she showed up. Her name was Shirley Collins. She
was 37 years old 5'10" tall, blond hair, blue eyes, no criminal record,
and a chronic alcoholic. She had a 17 year old son named Jimmy in foster
care who wanted to go to college. I took Shirley under my wing and
trained her in office skills. I had from time to time used women from
the shelter to do work for my consulting practice and so I eased Shirley
into being a part time assistant at my Townhouse/office.
We became friends and she told me guilty she felt about losing custody
of her son and that she would do anything to help him get to college.
One day she asked me if her son could come by the office. He had
something to tell her and she didn't want him to come to the shelter. I
said Of course.
Jimmy came over the next day and told Shirley he had been accepted at
James Madison University. After he left Shirley was full of pride and
despair. She always wanted him to go to college but didn't know how they
would be able to come up with the money. They would need at least
$60,000 over the 4 years. Even borrowing wasn't an answer, Shirley had a
poor credit rating and Jimmy was a ward of the State.
In the midst of her tears I said, " Shirley, there is a way that to get
the money for him but it is not exactly legal."
She looked up and said, "Sheila I could care less about legalities, the
legal system took my son from me."
I replied, "I have a client that occasionally needs to leave the country
to make some financial transactions and needs a false identity to avoid
suspicion. We would need your birth certificate, social security card,
other identification so she could apply for a passport in your name.
Then I am sure I can arrange for my client to fund a $60,000 scholarship
for your son at JMU."
Shirley looked incredulous and said, "Is that all she would want?"
I said, "No that is the easy part, the hard art would be to forget this
whole conversation and if anyone ever asks about it, you tell them you
have no idea what they are talking about."
Shirley laughed and said, "Don't worry Sheila, I'm an alcoholic there
are whole years of my life I don't remember."
Fortunately Shirley was born in Springfield VA so we didn't have to go
far for the birth certificate. I renting a small apartment in her name
and used it as a mail drop and then got busy setting up bank accounts
and credit cards, and finally applied for passport with my pictures in a
blond wig.
As soon as it arrived I took a quick trip to Zurich and opened a
numbered account. I met with a heavy set bank officer named Herr Hofer.
He was happy to open the account, but to cooperate with various law
enforcement agencies the Swiss ask more questions than they used to. The
most important is can you document that the money comes from a
legitimate source?. I had anticipated the question long ago so I called
Carla Brown and told her to wire the money that I loaned her to the
Swiss bank with documentation that states it is the repayment of a
business loan, which in fact it was.
Once the money was in the new account instructed Herr Hofer to wire
$60,000 to James Madison University to fund the education of Jimmy
Collins. I further instructed him that I wished it to be an anonymous
donation.
I was back from Switzerland for about two weeks and working at my
office, Shirley was there doing some filing for me when Jimmy burst
through the front door and shouted, "Mom, Mom I got a scholarship to pay
for my whole four years."
Jimmy was so excited, Shirley had tears in her eyes, and even I was a
bit touched by the scene. I told Shirley to take Jimmy out to lunch at
my expense to celebrate.
Shirley came over to me and I gave her some money to cover lunch and
said, "Thank you Sheila, I'll never forget this moment."
I said in reply, "Cherish the moment but forget everything else."
Now all I needed to implement my plan was a lot of money. My consulting
business was doing well but it would take a few years and some good
investments to amass enough money to live on for many years.
It was about a week later when Sarah Polanski my handler from the US
Marshal Service and a 30sh man in a dark blue suit rang my doorbell.
Sarah introduced him as Don Harrison an agent with the FBI and excused
herself.
I showed him into my office and asked, "What is this all about?"
He showed me a picture of a man and asked if I knew him.
I recognized him immediately as my favorite sub, the one I call Cherry
Hill, but I replied, "He looks kind of familiar but I can't really place
him."
Agent Harrison said, "We have him under surveillance and you met him
last month at a motel in Richmond."
I thought to myself, "Oh Shit," but responded, "I wouldn't know, the
gentleman I met in Richmond always wears a mask."
Harrison responded, "You mean you have never seen his face and you don't
know who he is?"
I replied, "That is correct," shading the truth a bit.
Agent Harrison looked perturbed and said, "Well he is Richard Santini a
Congressman from New Jersey."
I replied, "Oh perhaps I have seen him on CSPAN."
Harrison looked pissed and said, "Listen, we want you to set up a
meeting and record it, but we want his face clearly visible and his
voice recognizable."
I replied, "So he is a bit kinky, Is this all the Bureau has to worry
about these days?"
Agent Harrison replied, "You call it kinky I'd call it perverted and
people like that shouldn't be making our laws."
I was getting pissed and replied, "I don't care to play your game Agent
Harrison."
He smiled and said, "Listen your very existence depends on the
government, you had better cooperate or I don't know, maybe some
information could slip out to the wrong people."
I shouted, "Get the fuck out of here!"
He left his card on my desk and said, "Call me when you have the meeting
set up," and he walked out.
I looked at Sarah but she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say there
was nothing she could do.
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