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Rick took Ivey's hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Come on Annie, let's check out the water," he said.
"Is it warm?" Ivey looked at the Pacific surf doubtfully.
"Can't be too bad, it's middle of July. Come on," he repeated and pulled
her along to the edge where a wave was already receding.
They tested the water with their bare feet. The water was a bit cold but
and Ivey screamed when Rick splashed her with some surf. The sun was
warm but Ivey found herself breaking out in goose bumps and her nipples
were hard and erect. She ran from Rick towards the shallow water,
laughing and screaming in mock terror as Rick chased her. He chased her
but not hard - he was enjoying the view of her from the rear. What a
body she had! Narrow waist flaring out to wide, child bearing hips, a
tight soft ass to die for. He wondered if he'd ever tire of looking at
her and was pretty sure that would never happen.
He put on a spurt of speed and easily caught her in the knee deep water,
his arm wrapping around her slim waist, and spun her around into his arms
as he sealed her panting mouth with his own and tasted the mix of salty
sea water and her sweet lips and tongue. Ivey found herself wet from
more than just the ocean swirling around their feet.
They made their way back to the towels spread out on the arm sand, never
disengaging their kisses. Ivey closed her eyes, enjoying the moment
while Rick led her over the warm sand to their spot on the beach. They
lay on some towels they'd appropriated from Ivey's hotel room while they
kissed. After a while they finally did disengage and Ivey lay there,
eyes closed, wrapped in Rick's arms. Her mind drifted as they lay in the
afternoon sun, warmed by its rays and the company they shared. They both
drifted off and a barely voiced thought rolled through the landscape of
Ivey's mind, the thought that this was possibly one of the best days Ivey
had ever had.
It was the very picture of idyllic bliss and blissful was how Ivey felt.
It was in stark contrast to Friday afternoon and this wasn't lost on
Ivey. As the afternoon sun's liquid warmth melted away stress from her,
she wondered how she could go from the terror of being forced to swap
into Annie's body to the tranquility she felt. It was almost scary how
Ivey felt at home in Annie's body. The thought crossed her mind "I could
get used to this." Ivey's thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing from
her purse. Leaning over and reluctantly out of Rick's arm, she pulled
her bag open and found the Micro Dynamics Nokia cell phone buzzing with a
call from "Unknown." Ivey was pretty sure of whom it was though.
The thought triggered a stab of guilt and abruptly Ivey wondered how
Annie was faring in her male body. She realized that she had not
contacted Micro Dynamics since leaving New Jersey. Rick stirred next to
Ivey.
"What's up Annie?"
"Phone call from the boss. I forgot I had to call in."
Rick nodded his understanding as Annie grabbed her shoes and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"Sorry, some of my work is confidential. I'll be right back."
"Don't be long."
She smiled in response before turning and making her way through the hot
sand. Ivey put on her shoes at the sidewalk and walked 25 yards to a
bench. She knew it was but a short distance to the bench but the sun
heated concrete would scorch her tender feet. She walked over to the
bench and sat down, crossing her right leg over her left as she prepared
to return the missed call. Two young men, buff, tan and in their prime
looked her up and down appraisingly as they strode by in their surfer
shorts. Young, confident and brash, one of them complimented her.
"Hi there beautiful. All alone?"
Ivey blushed as she looked up, both embarrassed and pleased by her
ability to affect men this way. Even though technically she wasn't
Annie, it pleased her that "her" thirty four year old body could attract
the attentions of two twenty something's on the beach where there was a
premium placed the currency of youth.
"No, sorry, my date's over there on the beach."
He tried a few more lines but Ivey would have none of it. She brushed
them off firmly but politely and got down to business...but she couldn't
help but look at them as the wandered off and stray thoughts about their
tight butts entered her mind. She shook it off, irritated now at the way
Annie's body seemed to fixate on the opposite sex.
She sat down on a park bench after brushing the sand off the green
painted surface. She flipped open the phone and pulled up the address
book. There was only one entry. This must be the one, she thought. She
entered it and put the phone to her ear as she walked and looked towards
the beach where Rick sat and looked out at the Pacific Ocean,
occasionally glancing over to her. She waved at him and he waved back.
The sense of connection to this man who had been a stranger only 40 hours
ago sent a soft caress through her heart.
Someone picked up on the other end after two rings.
"What is your update?" Ivey recognized Taylor's voice.
"I had a meeting with Gary Dolan this morning. But since this is the
weekend there wasn't any work to do."
"Are you with him now?"
Ivey hesitated for a second. "No."
"Why not? How do you expect to get into his confidences by not being
with him?"
"I don't know," Ivey replied. "It just seemed...too forward this early
in the conference."
"We expect results, not excuses."
"I will," Ivey insisted and pushed back. "But you have to give me a
little time. It's not as easy for me, I'm not some super spy."
She switched subjects. "How is Annie doing?"
"Annie is doing fine. It took her a little while, as we suspected you
did too, to cope with being the opposite gender."
"I want to speak to her."
"No."
"Let me speak to her," Ivey insisted.
"Mr. Ivey, or should I say, Ms. Ivey, you are not calling the shots here.
You will do what we want, when we want. Do not try my patience. Ms.
Bauer is expendable if you should piss me off. I strongly suggest you
avoid that."
Ivey felt a lump in her stomach at Taylor's words. As much as she wanted
to talk to Annie and see how she was doing, she had no leverage. She was
stuck in Annie's body, they had Annie, and they had the only way of
getting her back to her body. She could refuse now that there was 3,000
miles separating them, and to be honest, those miles did give her a sense
of false security and safety from them. But to refusal to these cold
hearted bastards would mean certain death to Annie. And death to Annie
could mean the death of her body as well. Worse case, they could kill
Annie, send someone out to retrieve Ivey, and put someone else in Annie's
body. Ivey shuddered at the thought of not having a body at all, to
being reduced to bits of zeros and ones on some Micro Dynamics computer
hard drive.
"I expect the information by morning," Taylor instructed. "So I'd
suggest you get started tonight."
Ivey was temporarily speechless. Disbelief creased her brow as she
listened to Taylor.
"You have had enough time by now. We didn't fly you out there to have R
and R"
"How can I possibly get anything tonight?" she was finally able to
respond. "That's not enough time. I have to get in Dolan's confidence.
That won't be simple," she argued.
"You can and you will. You have the means and the motivation. Need I
remind you that you are in possession of Annie Bauer's beautiful young
Asian body, one that Mr. Dolan is completely infatuated with. Getting
Dolan's confidence? Please don't insult my intelligence. All you have
to do is offer up what he wants - your body."
"I can't just offer up my body like a prostitute! Dolan, well he
wouldn't expect that of Annie."
"Come on Ivey. We expect you to use some degree of subtlety. Be we know
Dolan is infatuated with Annie Bauer and has been for months as are many
key executives in Green Computing. He won't turn down the opportunity to
seduce you."
"But...you expect me to...sleep with him!" she exclaimed. "Until a
couple of days ago I was a man. A man!" she emphasized.
"We've been entirely lenient to this point while you dallied around with
Mr. Delray." Ivey's shocked silence spoke volumes. "Yes Mr...or should
I say, Ms. Ivey, we are well aware of your escapades with Rick Delray.
From what I understand you quite enjoyed sex in Annie's body. I do not
think it should be a problem for you to use your considerable assets at
your disposal to get us that data. Tonight." He said this with a
finality that left no room for argument.
Numbly Ivey agreed and hung up the phone.
Ivey's demeanor was quiet as she walked back to the beach towels and
Rick.
"Let's go Rick," she quietly asked him.
He sensed the change in her mood and asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing. Everything." She paused. "I can't talk about it, it's all
work related. I'm just not in the mood now to lie on the beach." Rick's
instincts told him not to push and he didn't. He quickly packed up their
towels and belongings.
The ride back was quiet and somber. Rick wisely did not push Ivey for
any answers or conversation.
Hotel Room 975
Darpan Sengupta looked over the information displayed on his personal
laptop one more time then glanced at the envelope partly open to show a
set of ID including passport with his picture on it. The name on the
passport however, was not Darpan Sengupta but instead read Raul Vishal.
Turning back to the laptop, he started up a command line prompt on his
laptop and changed drives to a secure, encrypted drive on the computer.
It was a partition on his hard drive similar to a C: drive but was hidden
unless you knew the access password to it. Otherwise you would never
know it was there. The password used a sophisticated 256 bit encryption
that guaranteed it could not be broken by current technology.
Once in to the hidden partition he navigated to it and typed in
"w1rele55.exe." A crude GUI popped up, obviously more for convenience
than to satisfy any software designer's sense of aesthetics or user
friendliness. He typed a few key strokes and in a moment a word blinked
"Searching." Fifteen seconds later the word "Found" replaced Searching
and below that another word started blinking "Connecting." A few seconds
later that was replaced by a single word - "Connected."
Darpan smiled. He was dark skinned immigrant who originally came over
from India ten years ago and earned his green card working for a small
software company that took advantage of his talents and visa status to
milk him for a mountain of billable work for which he was paid an
embarrassingly low rate per hour - he wasn't even given the dignity of
being an employee but rather was a low paid contractor. But he was
bright and quick thinking, far more intelligent and savvy than the
average Indian IT contractor companies were fond of bringing over and
holding over a barrel with a visa and potential of a green card. But he
was smarter than them and figured out how to create his own corporation
that eventually took the transfer of his visa and allowed him to shop for
more lucrative contracts until he landed at Green Computing where he
rapidly rose through the ranks. He had achieved much in ten years and
was the envy of the other Indian contractors. He had a nice office, a
six figure salary, handsome bonus every year and the only thing that
irked him was his failure to get a beautiful woman. Or more specifically
a particular woman. Annie Bauer. No matter what he said to her she
wasn't interested in him. Yes, he was average looking, standing maybe
five foot ten and he had the soft body of an executive more concerned
with climbing the corporate ladder than climbing a stair master each day.
He'd tried to impress Annie with a Porsche 911 after he found out she'd
liked cars but to no avail. It was frustrating and now any chance at her
was likely to be gone very soon. It's why there was a small velvet box
next to the passport. This week would be his last chance to win her
over.
Oh well he thought. Twenty five million dollars was nothing to sneeze at
and it could buy a lot of happiness. He came out of his thoughts to see
that his laptop screen was now blinking the words "Access Granted." He
now had tunneled into Gary Dolan's laptop via a backdoor trojan he'd
planted before heading out to the conference. All he had to do now was
wait for him to access the computer and he'd be able to download all the
information on the top secret project he knew Dolan had been working on
for months now.
Darpan leaned back in his leather chair and smiled. Soon.
They got back to the hotel a little after seven. Rick pulled the car up
to the hotel at Ivey's request. He turned to look at her.
"Whatever it is I can help," he offered.
"That's sweet of you," Ivey replied. "But it's work stuff. You can't
really help me and I have to go take care of this tonight or else there's
going to be some major issues with a project I am working on."
"Okay. Will you be done in time for dinner?" he asked.
"I don't think so." Rick looked crestfallen at the answer. "But if I
finish early I'll let you know."
"Fair enough. You have my number." He leaned over and kissed her before
she got out and walked into the hotel.
Ivey pulled on her dress quickly in the pre-dawn hours. It had been both
difficult and easy. Easy as Taylor had said to get Dolan to seduce
her...but it had been difficult for her mentally. The knock on the door,
the shy smile as she'd told him that she had been able to get out of the
evening's activities with her family in the area, and the invitation to
come in and work on the projects she needed to support. Of course he'd
turned on the laptop and when he went into the other room to order room
service she'd inserted the USB device into the back of his laptop. He'd
never noticed it of course. The evening progressed quickly. After a
couple of glasses of wine during and after dinner, and during their work
session, he'd touched her a few times to gauge her receptiveness. When
those touches were met with smiles he'd progressively upped the ante.
She'd made it easy for him of course. Ivey knew that Dolan would offer
her a neck massage when she shrugged and twisted her neck, complaining of
a tight muscle spasm. It felt good but she pretended it was Rick giving
her the massage and that made it easier. She closed her eyes and leaned
back into the pleasure and wasn't surprised when she felt Dolan's lips on
hers. She kept her eyes closed and pretended it was Rick. It wasn't
long before Dolan led her to the bed where he had sex with her before
falling asleep.
Now she ashamedly put on her dress as he lay snoring in the bed. She
walked quietly across the room, carrying her high heels in her left hand
as she walked into the other room. She stopped at the laptop and typed
in a query at the command prompt as she'd been instructed and saw that
the download was nearly done. She waited anxiously for it to finish.
Finally she received the confirming message that the information had been
downloaded. She pulled the USB device out and put it into her little
black purse. She put on her heels at the front door before opening it
and stepping out the door.
Room 975
Darpan looked at the text in surprise. He was downloading the
information but apparently there was a second stream of I/O going on. It
seemed that someone else was getting a copy of the information as well.
His program reported that the second stream of information was being
copied to a local portable storage device. His guess was that someone
had gained access to Dolan's room and was copying the information to a
USB hard drive or flash drive.
This was not good. Maybe it was another organization getting the
information for the same client. Or just as bad a competing government
or organization trying to get the information. In either case he had to
know who and get the information before they could deliver it to their
clients. He had to wait until the other stream of I/O was finished, then
he'd wait for the other thief to leave the room. He set up a
notification for when the other download was finished.
It was a 4 AM when the beep from his laptop woke him. He rubbed his eyes
and looked at the screen to see the text "Second I/O complete." He jumped
to his feet, instantly alert. He got out of the room and opened the door
and started quietly toward Dolan's room. He was perhaps thirty feet from
the room when the door opened. He was shocked to see Annie Bauer quietly
step out and close the door behind her. Fortunately for him she had not
looked in his direction as she headed the other way.
At once he felt anger suffuse him. She'd turned down his advances
numerous times, professing that she could not have a relationship with
someone she worked for, yet here she was now sneaking out of Dolan's room
in the middle of the night. It was obvious she'd slept with him. Then a
thought pierced the red mist of his anger - she'd slept with him to get
the information he'd been stealing. Annie Bauer was the competition. Or
she worked for them!
As she walked quietly away from him he walked towards her and called out
her name.
"Hey Annie! Stop right there!" he said. She turned around, surprise and
fear on her face. In an instant she knew somehow that she'd been found
out. She did the only thing she could do. She ran. She knew she
couldn't go to her room, it would take too long to open the door and then
what? She'd be trapped in there while the executives from Green
Computing called security and the police. Her room was a trap. So she
ran for the stair well. She crashed through it with Darpan in hot
pursuit. She made it down the first flight of stairs as quickly as her
4-1/2 inch stilettos would let her. Damn it, if only she'd left them
off, she thought. Darpan was catching up to her quickly.
She was halfway down the next flight when the inevitable happened. Her
heel caught and she went flying down the stairs. She put out her hands
as the world tumbled madly in front of her. She might have broken the
fall except her shoulder glanced off the railing and spun her around.
Her head hit the corner of a step with a sharp whack and the world went
black for her.
Darpan caught up with her, sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, an ugly
egg forming already by her temple. Seeing her like this his anger
completely dissipated. He reached her and fearfully felt for a pulse.
Relief flooded his being as completely as anger had a moment before - she
had a strong steady pulse. He checked her carefully for injury but could
only find the knot on her head. He picked her up off the concrete floor
and held her there as he sat on the stairs.
"Come on Annie, wake up," he gently insisted. He continued, getting a
bit desperate, and worried, when she did not come around for several
minutes. Should he go get help? Call for a doctor or ambulance? Either
option would raise questions he did not want answered. But eventually
she did come to. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyes gradually regained
focus as she looked at Darpan.
"Thank god you're okay," he breathed.
"Who are you?" she asked. He looked at her, not quite sure if he
believed what he heard. Was it a ploy?
"You don't know?" he asked, hope blossoming in him.
"No - should I? Who am I? I...can't seem to remember..." she continued.
Hope blossomed and became a plan. A fantastic and farfetched plan. But
a workable one if this was real. Darpan's mind raced. It seemed as if
Annie was the victim of retrograde amnesia. Darpan had not become so
successful by making slow or poor decisions. In seconds he made some
decisions and the next few minutes would be crucial.
"You? Oh my god how could you forget?" he answered. "You're Annie.
Annie Vishal, my wife!"
"Your wife?" she repeated? She didn't remember. She didn't remember
anything at all about who she was. But it rang of the truth in her.
Somewhere inside her it rang true. She was married.
"Yes, yes, you're my darling wife. We couldn't wait for that damn
elevator so we were taking a short cut down these stairs. You tripped on
these silly high heels you love to wear for me."
"I'm a woman?" she asked. Now that she asked it, she realized her voice
did sound...feminine. And of course it would make sense - Annie was a
woman's name after all, certainly not a man's name. But it seemed
strange to her. A woman??? It didn't feel quite right.
Darpan forced a laugh. "What a silly question. Look at yourself. What
else would you be but a woman?"
She looked down at her self. She saw the slim body, the perky breasts,
the little black dress that clung the curves of the obviously female
body, the curvy legs, the high heels...she could only conclude that, yes
indeed, she was a woman. A woman with a very nice body if she did say so
herself. 'I have a nice body,' she thought to herself, in a strangely
detached way as she admired herself.
But it felt a bit strange. Maybe it was the blow on the head. After
all, she was a woman, she wasn't a man, there was no doubt about that!
But oh, what a headache she was having. It was a dull throb in her
temples. She raised a slim hand and paused to look at the feminine hand
with the polished nails and looked wonderingly at it. A woman... She
touched her head and winced.
"Ow."
"Don't touch that, you have quite a goose egg there. It was quite a
crack on the head that you took, it's no wonder you can't remember
anything."
"What is your name?" she asked.
He laughed again. "I'm your husband, Raul." He looked at her with mock
sternness. "Now how are you feeling?" he asked.
"I've got a headache," she replied.
"Then let's get you back to your room so you can lay down. Can you get
up?" His heart was hammering. He knew he had to get her back to his
room before anyone noticed. If anyone saw them it would put his new plan
in jeopardy and he wasn't about to let this opportunity of a lifetime
slip away. He rapidly put together a plan and it was going to take some
risk to get off.
"Yes, I think so if you give me a hand."
"Of course, I'm your husband, why wouldn't I give you a hand."
He helped her up then picked up her litle black purse that lay next to
her. He helped her walk up the stairs. She was unsteady as he would
expect after such a terrific blow to the head. But his heart was soaring
now. He had achieved the impossible. Not only had he downloaded the
information he needed for his multi million dollar payout but he was
close to having the woman of his dreams.
In the other room he made the phone call. Annie lay in the other room,
asleep after he'd given her some Excedrin and a mild sedative. He would
have to keep her there until late in the evening but he didn't think it
would take much to accomplish that. He was sorely tempted to have her
perform her wifely duties but he was disciplined enough to know that he
needed to be patient and put everything into place before that.
The other line picked up. "Hello? This is Darpan. I need some
additional things as part of the deal." He listened. "No, it isn't
anything difficult. I just need a second set of ID. Make them out for
Annie Vishal. I will need a passport, driver's license and marriage
certificate for me and her. Social too, yes. And I will need some
wedding pictures. I will send you the pictures. In two hours? Thank
you."
He had one more thing to do and this could potentially be the riskiest of
all. He went over to his suitcase and opened it, then reached under the
clothing and pulled out a small case of ballistic nylon. He pulled out a
small keypad attached via a 2 cm wide ribbon cable to a flat sheet of
plastic the size of a credit card. He turned it on and walked out the
the hotel room, closing the door quietly behind him. He walked casually
down the hall to Annie's room. He'd already looked up and down the hall
surreptitiously and did not see anyone. Fortunately not many people were
usually up and about at five in the morning. That was good so far.
He pulled the slim plastic card out and inserted it into the card reader
on the door, then tapped some keys on the key pad. Digits flashed on the
display for a few seconds then the card reader flashed green. He turned
the handle and stepped in. He knew he had to work quickly. It was a
Monday morning and people would be waking in a couple of hours, some
earlier. He did not want to be seen leaving Annie's room.
He went through her drawers and shoved what few things she'd unpacked
into her suitcase. Shoes went next the personal effects. It took him
ten minutes and he was done. He then carefully went back and wiped all
surfaces he'd touche with a hand towel. He pulled the roller suitcase to
the door and took a deep breath. He opened it with the hand towel and
looked out. No one in sight. He stepped out and closed the door, taking
care again to wipe the exterior door handle.
The walk to his room felt like an eternity as his heart thudded in his
chest. When he finally got in he breathed a huge sigh of relief and felt
the weight lift from his shoulders. Now he had just a little more work
to do. He started putting away some of the clothes in the drawers of the
dresser next to his, laid out the shoes in the walk in closet, hung some
dresses. He went through the bags carefully and pulled out any papers or
items that would identify her as Annie Bauer. Once he found those he put
them into a zippered compartment at the back of his suitcase along with
the little USB device he'd found in Annie's purse. He didn't have the
time or means now but he would dispose of them later.
Two hours later a knock came at the door. He opened the door to find a
thick envelope leaning against the door jab. He picked it up and opened
it at his desk. He checked the social security card, passport, license
and marriage license as well as some wedding pictures expertly
photoshopped and put into an album.
He walked back into the room and gazed on the sleeping form of the most
beautiful woman he'd ever known.
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