Inside Out Part 3 The Return of Sheila
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Inside Out Part 5 Sheila's On the Run, Again
I was enraged by Agent Harrison's not so subtle threat. But what troubled
me even more was that he was right. If I valued my life I had to
cooperate.
When I calmed down a bit,I googled Congressman Santini. He was on his
third term in Congress, married with two teenage children. He had made
quite a fortune in the late 90's Internet boom by founding a company and
then taking it public and finally selling it to huge technology company.
After that he ran for Congress and had something of a reputation as a
crusader for honesty in Government. It occurred to me that this FBI
Investigation may have little to do with morality and a lot to do with
politics, That made me feel even worse about it.
The other thing that the threat made me think about was just how
vulnerable I was, despite being in the Witness Protection Program. I was
convinced that my plan needed to be accelerated, but what was lacking was
money. Then the proverbial light bulb went on again. Rick Santini had
money and I had something to offer in exchange.
I saw that he was speaking at a luncheon meeting at the Shoreham Hotel the
next day.
I canceled my appointments for the day and did a lot of thinking and
planning that night. I awoke to a beautiful spring morning and showered
and chose a nice shirtwaist blue dress with small white polka dots. My
make up was conservative, and I wore white pantyhose and open toed white
pumps. For jewelry I went with a single strand of pearls and pearl drop
earrings.
I drove to the hotel and slipped $50 to a bellman and handed him a note to
deliver to Congressman Santini. The note said "Nutley I am on the veranda
outside the ballroom.....M" I waited nervously for about 15 minutes
wondering if he would come or just run in the opposite direction.
I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, then I heard footsteps from
behind. I turned and saw Rick walking toward me. He was dressed in a blue
pinstriped suit with a pink shirt and tie. I tilted my head up and to the
left and exhaled.
As he approached he said " A most unexpected pleasure Mistress, should I
call you that?"
I laughed and replied "Please call me Sheila, Congressman"
He smiled and said, "Then call me Rick, you obviously have discovered who
I am"
I took another drag and let it out slowly and said "It was none of my
doing, the FBI told me who you were"
He looked surprised and said "The FBI?"
I replied "Yes, they have been following you and know we met in Richmond
last month. They want me to set up another session and get pictures and
sound and make sure your face is entirely visible"
He looked shocked and just said "Shit"
I continued "For reasons I can't go into I am in no position to refuse
so please don't respond to my requests to meet that I might send to
satisfy them"
He said "You have video of us already"
I said "They don't know that"
He replied "Nice try but they will still try to make a case on your
testimony alone. So why tell me this anyway?"
I said "I just don't like it, you haven't done anything so wrong"
He looked pensive and the replied "Right and wrong are not very clearly
defined in Washington".
Cutting to the chase he continued "What would it take to get you to refuse
to cooperate?"
I was fascinated; this confident, self-assured man who obviously is used
to getting his way was also my submissive sub, who craved humiliation and
control.
I took another long drag followed by a sexy exhale and said "It would take
more money that you could conveniently explain away. I'd need to disappear
for good and not resurface"
He laughed and replied "Sheila, in politics questionable money
transactions are a common problem and much easier to explain than me
sucking the dick of a shemale dominatrix. How much are we talking about?
I thought for a moment and figured I would aim high. I replied "$5
million"
He looked surprised and said " Whew that's a lot, but I am in no position
to barter. The bigger the problem is nobody can just disappear without a
lot of planning and there is not going to be much time"
I threw my cigarette down and crushed it with my shoe, smiled, and said
"For reasons I can't go into, I am prepared to disappear tonight, I have
everything I'll need except enough money to live on for the rest of my
life"
He looked surprised and said" The money could be arranged in a day or two
but how can I get it to you?"
I took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote my Swiss Banking
information on it and handed it to him.
I said "Wire it there, as long as I get confirmation within a week, I'll
vanish off the face of the earth."
He looked at the note and said "Hmm numbered Swiss account, I'd love to
hear all those things you can't discuss sometime. We have a deal!, and
Sheila, Thank you!"
We shook hands, I said "Best of luck and stay away from the kinky stuff"
He said "Be careful, I'll miss you"
Then he pulled me toward him and kissed me on the lips, turned and walked
away. I was shocked. It was totally unexpected but not completely
unpleasant.
I called Carla and Shirley to say goodbye and reminded them of their
promise not to talk.
I went back to the house grabbed my laptop, packed up a few things.
Assuming the FBI was watching, I pretended as though I was going to take a
train out of town for a meeting with a sub.
Took a taxi to Union Station bought a ticket to Philly. I thought I knew
who was tailing me but I couldn't be completely sure. I got on the train
turned my cell phone on and slipped it into a seat back. Just before it
departed, I slipped off the last car of the train and ducked into the
ladies room. I switched to a blond wig and red sleeveless vee- necked
dress that was scandalously short, and sling back mules. I put on a pair
of large sunglasses.
I had learned that the face of a tall blond who showed a lot of leg and
cleavage seldom is seen. I walked through the station right past the guy I
thought was tailing me. He was on a cell phone and said something about
"She's on a train to Philly." He checked out my legs as I walked by and I
assume he checked out my ass.
I went out took a taxi to Dulles, got on the first flight available,
luckily it was going to Paris. I treated myself to a first class ticket.
When the wheels of the plane left the ground, I felt a sense of
exhilaration and freedom that I don't believe I had ever felt before. My
life as Stuart had been one of pleasing others and denying myself.
Sheila's brief existence was dominated by the Witness Protection program
and nagging fears. Now I was off on my own, no one to please but myself. I
felt positively giddy.
My seat mate was an older business man named Wilson Pratt. He was in his
early 60's. I am sure I was a bit of an enigma to him. I was dressed
provocatively but able to make intelligent conversation on business as
well as other topics. We had an enjoyable conversation over drinks and
dinner. Try as he might to make eye contact, Wilson kept staring down my
dress or at my thighs. I was making things up about Shirley Collins life
as I went along. I also decided I didn't really like to be called Shirley.
Oh well, I'll just half to be one of those I'm Shirley but my friends
called me Sheila gals.
As the long flight into the night continued, I noticed he was just looking
at my tits without saying a word.
I broke the silence and said, "Wilson, if you would excuse me I need to
use the lavatory"
He replied, "Of Course"
Then I smiled wickedly and said, "I know what you are thinking,
unfortunately it is not large enough for both of us, but if you can get a
couple of blankets from the flight attendant maybe we can amuse ourselves
when I come back."
He was speechless.
I went to the bathroom, removed my lipstick and bra and partially unzipped
the my dress in the back. When I returned he had two blankets. I slid into
my seat and raised the armrest between us, pulled a blanket over me and
told him to do the same.
He said, "I don't know about this I'm not as young as I used to be."
I smiled seductively," Well from the look in your eyes the fire still
burns inside you."
I unzipped my dress and let the top fall to my waist still covered by the
blanket. I reached out and grabbed his hand and guided it to my tits.
He protested again, "I haven't done this in a while, I'm not sure."
I put my finger on his lips and said, "Don't worry you just need to have
your ego stroked to get that fire going"
He smiled and I reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out a semi
hard penis.
In mock surprise I said, "Oh I think I found your ego! "and stroked it
until it was hard.
I handed him a condom and said, "You will have to take your hand away from
my tits long enough to put this on."
He silently complied. Then I glanced around to see that the attendants
were in the back of the cabin and the other passengers were engrossed in
movies or books. I ducked under the blanket and wrapped my lips around his
now rock hard dick, and slowly and steadily sucked the length of his
shaft. I repeated it several times and then I could hear him breathing
heavily, so I went to work and brought him quickly to climax.
The woman across the aisle became concerned at Wilson's heavy breathing
and rang her call button. Fortunately I heard it and having accomplished
my goal I sat up and got out from under the blanket. The woman looked at
me strangely.
I just said, "I was listening to his heart." Since I had removed my
lipstick there was no telltale messiness.
Then the flight attendant arrived and asked Wilson if he was OK.
He regained his composure and said, "I must have dosed off and had a bad
dream."
The flight attendant went back.
I looked at Wilson and said, "Bad dream indeed, you dirty old man! it was
a wet dream!"
He laughed.
I continued, "Tthis flight has three hours to go, let me know if your
battery gets recharged".
Unfortunately he fell asleep for the rest of the flight.
We arrived in Paris and checked into Le Meridien Etoile Hotel near the Arc
De Triomphe I wnt shopping and bought a lot of new clothes. It was both
fun and quite necessary since I had left with only one suitcase.
I went to see the sites, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Sacra Coeur, took a
cruise of the Seine, and went to see some of the fabulous shows. The
second night I went to see Erica. the famous transsexual entertainer.
I had purchased a beautiful black cocktail dress that was about two inches
above my knee, and quite low cut but with flimsy, silky, transparent
fabric that covered my arms, shoulders, and that part of my chest that the
bodice of the dress didn't cover. I wore a shoulder length blond wig. My
eye makeup was on the heavy side and lips a dark red. My nails matched
and I wore large, drop, ball-shaped earrings. My hose were very sheer
black thigh highs and the shoes were black patent leather 4" stiletto
heels. If you are going to a drag show in Paris there is no point being
conservative. I looked so good when I checked myself in the mirror, I
started to get hard, which hadn't happened in quite a while.
I took a taxi to the club and got a good seat. The show was fabulous and
Erica was so very glamorous. I noticed a Middle Eastern looking man seated
near me at the show. He seemed to be alone and looked nervous. Afterward I
was waiting for a taxi but there were few to be had and he was standing
nearby. He was about 25 years old, 5'9" maybe 140 pounds. He had that
scruffy, haven't shaved for a week but not quite a beard look.
I said, " Excuse me do you speak English?"
He answered, "Yes I do."
I said, "Are you visiting Paris?"
Again he said, "I said 'Yes'."
I replied, "I am staying at the Le Meridien Etoile, if you are nearby
maybe we can share a Taxi."
He replied that he was at Le Villiers which was in the same direction. We
got a cab.
I said, "Wasn't the show fabulous, Erica is such a great performer."
He just nodded
I asked, "I'm from the US how about you?"
He said, "I'm from Iran."
I said, "Well I'm sure they don't have shows like that in Tehran."
He replied tersely, "Such behavior is not allowed."
I smiled and said, "But being forbidden makes it all the more fascinating,
doesn't it?"
He looked nervous and said, "No, I was told it was a good show, that's why
I went."
I laughed and replied, "Of course, but there are many good shows in Paris
that don't involve men dressed as women."
He looked uncomfortable and replied, "I suppose so."
I went on, "No, I suspect you are very curious about what it would be like
to be with one."
He shook his head, "No, not at all!"
I laughed and said as we pulled up to my hotel, "This is as close as you
may ever be to satisfying your curiosity. If you are not really interested
then keep going. But if you are, pay the driver, and follow me."
His eyes got wide. I got out of the cab, and walked into the Hotel lobby.
I smiled as I heard the car door slam. He caught up to me and we took the
elevator up to my room.
I offered him a drink, he replied that "I don't drink alcohol."
I smiled and said "Well I do, and if you are going to be a stickler for
religious observance, this night isn't going to be nearly as much fun as I
had hoped"
I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag and let it out slowly, I said, "I'm
Sheila, what 's your name?'"
He replied simply, "Ahmed."
I said, "Well Ahmed what are you doing in Paris?"
He said, "I am an engineer I am here inspecting some equipment my company
wishes to purchase."
I took another drag walked over to him turned and said Help me with the
zipper please."
He fumbled but got it down. I pushed the dress off my arms and let it fall
to the floor. Then I pushed my gaffe down and wiggled my ass until it too
fell to the floor. Then I slowly turned to face him wearing only thigh
highs stilettos and earrings, took another drag and exhaled it into his
face
I said in my most seductive voice, "I am here to fulfill those wicked
dreams you've had, Ahmed, what is it that you most desire?"
He looked to be in shock, but there was no reply.
So I said, "Oh you want me to guess, all right."
I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, his pants fell
to the floor, I pushed his boxers down revealing his erect penis. Then I
knelt down and kissed the head of his cock and said
"Perhaps you want me to swallow your cock? No, any girl could do that and
you want a special girl."
Then I got up and walked behind him and said, "Maybe you want my cock up
your ass?'
There was no reaction. I went on, "No that hurts and most men dream about
sexual pleasure not about sexual pain."
I walked back in front of him and mooned him saying, "How about your cock
in my ass?"
Then I went on, "No, a not so special girl would like that too."
I turned to face him put a hand on each on his shoulders and pushed down,
he went to his knees.
I said, "So it must me my cock in your mouth that is your fantasy. That's
right! It can't be a man's cock, Allah wouldn't approve, it has to be a
woman with a cock."
He answered by grabbing my cock and swallowing it whole. His technique was
not good but he was enthusiastic. Eventually I grabbed his ears and thrust
with my hips to get to ejaculation. I don't think he was ready for the
spunk. He recoiled and spit it out. He wound up on the floor in kind of a
fetal position, sobbing.
I said, "Oh come now it wasn't so bad that you should cry."
He looked at me in rage and said, "You are a She Devil, a Satan!"
I laughed and replied "Oh I have done some bad things and admit I can be a
bitch, but I think that characterization is a bit extreme"
He got up and charged at me shouting, "You mock Allah, you mock me you
Daughter of Satan!"
I easily pushed him to the floor, I had a 2" height and 15 pound weight
advantage on him anyway, and with the 4" heels I towered over him.
Whatever I lost in balance from the stilettos I gained in height and
leverage.
I put my spike heel on his balls and said, "Now calm down, I want you to
pull your pants back on and get out of my sight. Do you think you can do
that?"
He nodded and then did as I instructed.
Well it wasn't much sex but it had been a great deal of wicked fun.
The next morning I called Herr Hofer at the Bank in Zurich and told him I
was expecting a large transfer. I gave him my number at the hotel and
asked him to call me when he received it. Then I played tourist and went
out to Versailles for the day.
When I returned to my room there was a message fro Herr Hofer saying a
very large amount of money had been received. He asked that if possible I
come to Zurich and discuss how I wished to use the funds.
Sadly I left Paris and took a train to Zurich and checked into the
Seidenhof Hotel. The next morning I went to see Herr Hofer at his office.
I wore a bold patterned green and while dress that I had purchased in
Paris, The dress was a bit above the knee and clung nicely to my breasts
an hips,. I wore nude pantyhose and white 2" pumps. Gold hoop earrings and
a simple gold chain necklace completed the look.
Herr Hofer smiled broadly as I entered his office, he was positively
jovial. He reminded me of Gert Frobe in Goldfinger. I could tell from his
demeanor that I didn't float his boat, but obviously large sums of money
really turned him on. As he would talk I had these weird images of me
naked, completely painted gold and lying on his credenza.
Rick had arranged for $5 million to be deposited to my Swiss account. It
came from a company in the Turk and Cacaos Islands and was denoted as a
repayment of a debt. In this case a debt of gratitude I thought to myself.
Despite the size of the transaction, it was taken at face value and he
asked no questions about the source. Oh, the benefits of being an existing
client of the bank.
Herr Hofer looked positively orgasmic when I told him I wished to leave
the bulk of the money with the bank to be managed in trust. He immediately
summoned an investment officer. Helmet Von Paulus was about 40 years old,
light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, 6" tall with a trim and athletic
body. Herr Hofer introduced us and we went to Helmet's office.
It was not as big as Hofer's and on his credenza was a picture of a drop
dead gorgeous raven haired woman and two beautiful little girls which I
assumed to be his family. He was easy to talk to and extremely
knowledgeable about investments. I explained my plans and he said that he
could put together some recommendations and all the appropriate paperwork
that afternoon and I could come back in the morning to give my approval
and sign the documents.
I thought for a moment and said, "I have a better idea, why don't we meet
for an early dinner and consummate the deal tonight."
He looked a bit uncomfortable at my choice of words but readily agreed to
the plan. He suggested a restaurant near my hotel and we parted company. I
went back to the Seidenhof and relaxed.
We had a lovely dinner and he explained the investment choices he was
recommending, he had done an excellent job. All the time I batted my
eyelashes, twirled my hair, and licked my lips.
After dinner I said, "This is excellent, why don't we go back to my hotel
room, have an after dinner drink and deal with the paperwork.and any other
matters that come up."
Reluctantly he replied, "Whatever you wish Ms Collins."
I said, "Excellent, by the way my friends call me Sheila and this is the
start of what I hope is a long, close friendship."
He smiled wanly.
We got back to the room I sat down on the sofa and gestured for him to sit
next to me. I lit a cigarette inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly and
seductively, I batted my eyelashes, and touched his arm.
I said, "Before we finalize this deal I was thinking you could provide
some more personal service"
He looked very uncomfortable and said, "Ms Collins er Sheila I believe we
should maintain a close but businesslike relationship."
I took his hand and put it on my thigh and took a drag and exhaled it
through pouty lips.
Then I said, "Oh like role-play, I'm the bitchy boss and you are the long
suffering subordinate."
He said, "No I meant a strictly business like relationship."
I leaned over and kissed him on the lips and rubbed my free hand across
his crotch, he was hard.
I said, "My favorite kind of business is monkey business."
With that he stood up and said, "I am sorry I would be happy to have you
as a client but I am a happily married man. If you would like someone else
assigned I will see to it in the morning."
I smiled, applauded and said, "No Helmet, you are exactly the kind of man
I want. I am sorry if this was uncomfortable for you but I really needed
to know if I could you were trustworthy and this was the quickest way to
find out. Most men can't maintain their scruples when they have an
erection."
He looked embarrassed, and surprised but just stood there.
I had thought this a Win-win situation. Either I found someone I could
trust with my money or I would have sex with a handsome man. I was
actually pleased with the outcome. Men of Helmet's character are not easy
to find. On the other hand men with hard dicks and no scruples seemed to
be everywhere.
I got up and walked to the small desk and said, "Do you have a pen? it
looks like I have a lot of documents to sign."
He smiled and said, "Of Course and handed me a Mont Blanc pen."
The next day I took the train to Geneva and then a taxi to the town of
Vesenaz on the shore of Lake Geneva.. All the research, all the planning,
and all the effort to put in place the required pieces of my plan were
about to payoff. The pieces were in place, it was time to implement. I
paid the taxi-driver and walked into the Consulate of the small Caribbean
country of St Kitts and Nevis.
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