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This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it has taken a long time to get it on to paper. I will warn readers now that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some unexpected turns. Although still a work in progress the story arc is complete and hard to move. This is my first submitted story so please provide your feedback and input. I am a slut for public opinion. Special thanks to Rezai Balo for helping edit the story and bring it to your eyes. Standard disclaimers, this is a story of fiction and all characters and situations are by definition fictional. Approval is given to redistribute or submit this story to other sites as long as full credit is given no monetary gain is sought. Don't sell it or claim it as your own. Pathways Part 11- light ending By Roxana Riley My life was nothing like I expected it to be. Ten months ago, I had been a high school junior, hanging out with my friends and my biggest concern was if I could afford a car. Now I was a headliner stripper working at one of the hottest and nastiest clubs in town. I had a lesbian girlfriend and a young stud with benefits on the side. May started to blossom and I wondered, what next? A few weeks ago, I finally managed to pay off my surgery. It was great to start making some decent money. I was even able to replace my car. I ended up getting a used Mini Cooper that was black with some pink highlights. I missed the convertible but this one was more fun to drive and I could zip around town. I slipped a little money to Nick as well when I could. I had more than enough for my short term needs and I knew he could use every dime. Bailey finally opened up about her past. She knew most of my story. Late one night over our second bottle of wine I heard hers. First, her given name was Samantha. She had run away from home due to an abusive older brother. Her mother had passed away a few years ago and her father, who loved her, couldn't believe that the brother was a monster. After one too many bruises she sneaked out of the farm and headed to town. Yes my sweet Bailey was a farm girl. When she was feeling better I made sure to look up every farmer's daughter jokes I could find. Her luck didn't improve as she fell in love with a boy who was just as abusive. One night out he asked her to drive as he ran into a liquor store to get some beer. Five minutes later he was jumping back in the car, and they headed off. When she read the newspaper the next day she was stunned to find she was a wanted fugitive for armed robbery. Apparently he had picked up more than just beer. Scared out of her mind she ran to the bus station and took the first ride out of town. Making it across the country she landed in town and met a girl at the bus station. She was introduced to Scott. Scott promised to make her disappear and provide her with a new life. He gave her a new name, a new ID and a new beginning. In the great words of Paul Harvey 'And now you know the rest of the story...' She was jaded about the whole experience but felt she was better off now than when she left home. Life had been hard at the club but in her view there was good as well. She had a job she had come to enjoy. For the first time she had money. Her new name provided some security from her past. Last she met me. A smile spread across her face when she admitted that part. Business at the club was steady. I spent more time in private dances than was good. I was starting to crave the thrill though. It wasn't healthy but like an addict it was hard to pull myself away. Getting some guy off or going down on a woman would hit all my buttons. I don't know what it was in my personality but the combination of sexual thrill mixed with some guy or girl lusting after you was a heady combination. Popularity did have some benefits though as I got to be very choosy on whom I went into the back room with. Nick and Bailey kept me grounded as well. When I spent time with Nick he had this infectious charm that just made it impossible to slip into my jaded bitch mode. With Bailey it was pure love. When she smiled it was hard to do anything but smile with her. May had blossomed into a warm June and Bailey and I had been playing the game of 'what if' a lot. What if we were not dancing, could we go on vacation? What if we were both students, what classes would you take? What if we asked Scott for time off for bad behavior? The last one was one of our favorites. How nasty would we have to be in order to be let free? It was a lazy Friday morning that I will always remember. Bailey and I had come into the club early to switch out some costumes. We switched up our outfits every few weeks so it was new and fun. We had been shopping the day before and I had picked up this very exotic, black lace wrap. It draped over my shoulder and wrapped under my breasts and along my hip before draping down my thigh. The outfit was finished off with black 6" sandals that knotted up to my calves. It made me look like a gothic Christmas present but with the lace work it actually looked very elegant and showed a lot of skin. The club was still closed as the wait staff was working on restocking the bar and cleaning up tables. Bailey and I were taking a break at the dressing room door when we saw Christy come in and rush for Scott's office. The door was locked but she pounded at the knob for 2 or 3 minutes before I went over to ask what he hell was going on. Christy looked a mess. Her mascara was running down her cheeks and she looked terrified out of her mind. "Christy what the hell happened to you? Where's Scott?" The two of them had been spending tons of time together. With a spaced look on her face Christy gazed at me "Oh Roxana..." before breaking down into fits. "He, he... he got picked up by the cops" "Who did?" "Scott! I don't know what I am going to do. He was making a pickup and they grabbed him. I am so screwed." She cried. Having no idea what the hell was going on I tried to calm her down but nothing worked. She was freaking out and kept staring at the doors expecting someone to burst in. It was weird too as I knew she had been picked up by the cops herself for hooking and always blew it off. "Shit, shit, shit. I have to get out of here." She panicked and ran for the door. Shrugging my shoulders I wandered back to the dressing room where Bailey was hanging up her dress. Her outfit was a counterpoint to mine as it was this think white gossamer silk. It covered most of her body with its high neck and long sleeves. It was full of slits and so thin that with every stretch of her body you were greeted with visions of her soft skin. "So what was up with super slut?" She asked "No idea. She was panicking and babbling" I answered "She said something about Scott getting busted." As I reached down to pull out my own dresses, Bailey stopped moving. "Say that again?" She asked. "Christy said Scott got arrested for something" "Oh fuck....." "What's the matter Bailey? Scott's a fuck up, we all know that. I am just surprised he has stayed out of jail this long." Bailey came over to me and held my face in her arms. Kissing me quickly she whispered. "Roxana we are fucked if he got arrested. Think baby girl. If he got arrested they are going to search his property, house, car and this club. That little safe he has in his office has all our files. My previous arrest records, new name, your new name, the fact that you had been working at the club underage, your faked death. Shit I know he has tapes of us up in the private rooms with some of the clients too. I caught the bastard whacking off to you and I going down on the Wilson twins from last month. What the fuck are we going to do?" As she was talking, a sense of dread spread over me. I was fucked if I got picked up. I could go home but no one would believe that I wasn't an accomplice in the fire. And Bailey was right; our parties would be considered prostitution by an aggressive lawyer trying to make a name. If Scott went down we were all going down. Bailey fell into one of the chairs and started to whimper. "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck what are we going to do...?" And like a bolt out of the blue it came to me "Bailey this is our chance! I know we can do it just listen to me. Veronica told me that Scott keeps a key to his office behind the bar. If you run cover I can grab it and be in his office in 2 seconds flat." "Yeah but what then? Everything is in that safe." I grinned "Don't worry. Scott was always sloppy with the combination. I know it" "How the hell do you know it?" She asked with hope in her eyes. "I can't remember but I think the bastard opened it once when I was in there. I am sure I know the combination. Besides what do we have to lose?" That got her moving. Bailey was a survivor and if there was a chance she would take it. Getting the key was as easy as can be. No one was in the main room when we came out and it took all of a minute to find the place Veronica had described. Bailey stayed out in the main room to run interference as I ran to the office and slipped inside. With total conviction I started to twist the dial and had the door open in seconds. When the door opened up I realized that the safe was much bigger than I had thought. It was stuffed with files and cash. Not just Bailey and my file but EVERYONE's files. There were also $387,000 dollars stacked in nice even bundles. I knew I couldn't take everything. The cops would notice and start a full scale investigation. But as luck would have it Scott was more like a bookkeeper than just in looks. Everything was organized and quick to search. Pulling the files on the couch I begin to search and within 5 minutes I was hit with a bomb shell. Scott didn't own the club. He had a silent and very powerful partner. Not only that but they were silent investors in everything. The club, the salon, some dance clubs in the area, a tattoo parlor a few gambling and prostitution rings, the clinic and even a dry cleaners. Oh shit we were fucked! My mind was a whirl as I tried to figure out what to do. Getting our files from Scott was one thing but getting away from the some syndicate was another. Even thinking about it I knew they would not let us go easily. Just by looking at the files I knew everything they were tied into. Bailey and I needed leverage or we would end up dead, dead, dead. I wracked my brain to think about how to get away but realized that the files were our only leverage. I split the files quickly. One pile for the files that related to Bailey and me. Another set that only had Scott's name or did not indicate an owner. A third set that detailed the network. I kept stacks one and three and put the rest back in the safe. I also put in $17,000. I figured we could use the money as leverage but if there was nothing the cops would find it suspicious. Fortunately the bulk of the files were left so it didn't look like too much was missing. I quickly tidied up and closed up everything before putting on a smile and heading out to the bar, the files stuffed down my bag. The place was like a party. Everyone had heard and started to filter in. Scott was not popular so rounds of drinks went around as we toasted his demise. We gathered bits and pieces of the gossip as people coughed up little stories they had gathered. Scott's bust was on the local news. They were reporting a local "crime" figure had been arrested for drug and human trafficking. Someone heard he had been at his partner's house when the bust went down. Someone else thought it had been a traffic stop. The TV had a live shot of him being walked into the police station in handcuffs. Ten minutes later Christy was being dragged in as well. I knew now why she was so freaked out. Catching Bailey's attention we drifted off to a corner where I could talk. "I have the files. We are so screwed though." I whispered "What's up?" she asked "Not here. I need to disappear for an hour and then I will be right back. Don't tell anyone I left ok?" Bailey looked into my eyes and kissed me hard as she wrapped her arms around me. I was slightly taller but she liked bigger heels so I always seemed like I was the short one. "Stay safe" She whispered before watching me go out the back door. I knew I had to be quick about where to hide the files and money. I wracked my brain and remembered a warm spot out in a local meadow Bailey and I had a picnic at. It had a big tree and lots of rocks around plus it was mostly ignored by the locals. 10 minutes to buy some zip lock bags and another 20 to drive out to the tree and I was down on my hands and knees pushing everything under a stump. Before the hour was up I was back at the club. The party was still in full swing and I tried to pretend everything was normal. Bailey and I talked and figured we would be missed if we left early. It turned out to be a good decision too as two hours later a few uniformed officers showed up and broke up the festivity. Everyone was pulled aside and the back room was set up for an interviews. The main interrogation was with the very sexy and very single Detective Samuelsson. Mmm he was tasty looking. When it was my turn I got to do my best Sharon Stone impersonation. I teased the hell out of the poor Detective and reveled in seeing his hard on go up and down as I answered his questions. I promised to call if I needed ANYTHING and I watched him take a quick break to the bathroom after we spoke. Bailey was laughing when I came back. "Leave it to you to hit on the poor boy" she teased "Love, poor has nothing to do with it. Did you see the size of his cock?" The two officers standing guard just about choked on their water when they heard me say it. We quickly soothed their feelings by flirting with them while we waited for everything to wrap up. After a few hours we were all released with promises not to leave town. Bailey and I were planning on disappearing as we were sure our fake IDs would not stand up but we promised to be good. When we got home I filled Bailey in on everything I had found out. "They own everything? No way!" She exclaimed "I know I felt that way too" "Look let's just get on the bus and be out of here." "We need to stay the night. I saw Detective Samuelsson send someone after us when we left. I don't think they suspect us of anything but I do think we have a babysitter for the night. Plus I need to think. Running may not be best plan." Bailey looked troubled but she trusted me "Ok but if we both get arrested you get to be my prison bitch ok?" Laughing I agreed and dragged her off to the bedroom. It was easy to forget our issues and concentrate on Bailey. Who knew what lay ahead but I was going to make the most of tonight. Pushing Bailey back on the bed I licked and sucked on the soft skin of her stomach. My hair slid over her skin, teasing her with my now long soft locks. Bailey moaned as I took control and was the aggressor. I dragged my hands over her breasts and locked my mouth down onto her waiting eager lips. When I felt her squirm, I flipped around and I slid my own legs up over her head so I could properly get to work between her thighs. Bailey took the hint and started to lick and suck on my own crotch. I didn't have anything there, yet, but Bailey was creative and knew just what was sensitive. Before long she was flicking the tip of her tongue over the exposed tip of my cock and down the folds of my faux pussy. That crazy doctor was wacko but she knew what she was doing. The graft she had used to make my folds looked perfect. They were very enflamed and full of sensitive skin. Bailey's tongue felt divine as it ran all over me. No one else knew my secrets so no one could do this but her. Not wanting to forget my own mission I tenderly licked her thighs, teasing my way forward. I had learned over the last year that slow always worked better than fast in bringing your partner to pleasure. I wanted this to go 'oh so slow'. Using my nose I rubbed her softly as the soft silk of my hair draped over her legs. I used my tongue stud to drag along every exposed inch of her sweet smooth pussy. I drew long slow circles around every sensitive inch as she squirmed under my touch. Her own mouth quivered each time I hit a sensitive spot. Moaning she gasped "I give in, please..." and I knew I had her just at her peak. Switching speed I gave her slit a long slow hard lick all the way from her ass up along to her clit. When I arrived at her clit I wrapped the whole thing in my lips and pushed forward with the stud. Her gasp and quick orgasm made my own pleasure build. Before she could recover I slid in my long nailed finger inside and slid around looking for her G- Spot. I knew right where to find it and brought her whole body up off the sheets. Bailey lost all control and screamed out "YES. OH GOD YES!!" I knew I might not get off but I was going to make sure Bailey was done properly. Licks, flicks and breaths sped up and I drove her to a crest and pushed her beyond. Every time she started to come down from one mind blowing orgasm I drove her right back up to another. Two, three then finally four racked her body until she collapsed under my care. As she lay panting I crawled along her body and nuzzled her nipples. Her own hands twisted in my hair and stroked me as she caught her breath. "Was that not what you had in mind tonight?" I asked coyly. She laughed as she tried to catch her breath and just looked me in the eyes smiling. "You are too good to be true." We held each other in our post sexual bliss and fell asleep. In the morning I did an inspection of our street while I pretended to go get coffee. Like I suspected the cops had left sometime in the night to search for real crime. We were finally free. Bailey and I packed very lightly, only things that would point to us and few changes of clothes went into the bags. We needed to be gone before anyone tracked down the files and I needed some time for my plan to work. Before noon we were at a local car rental place, getting an invisible compact that would blend in. For a few extra dollars, no ID or credit cards were needed. As we drove around I filled Bailey in on my idea. She was thought it crazy but couldn't come up with a better plan. I figured this was our one chance to make a clean break. The moment I touched those files there were only so many outcomes. Most were not happy. Before I could change my mind I made Bailey find one of the last working payphones in town. She gave my hand a squeeze as I dialed the number. Just as the connection when threw I launched in before I lost my nerve. "Hello, we need to talk" I stammered "And why would we need to talk?" "I have everything. The files, the history, but I need some guarantees. You and I both know that if this gets out it will explode. Lets meet and we can both be happy." "My office..." "NO, I want somewhere public, open." "You are a cautious bird. Ok, have it your way. The E Street Cafe at 3:00." And they hung up. Giving Bailey an encouraging node I squeezed her hand and we left the pay phone. At 3:00 we pulled up to the Cafe. I swear to god it looked just like the dinner in Pulp Fiction but it was open, bright and had people in several booths. Bailey had suggested running again but I had talked her out of it, knowing this was our best shot. Holding my hand we walked in the door and scanned the crowed. I saw him immediately. How could you miss the salt and pepper hair and the way he filled the suit? Bailey slid in first and I followed as we looked up into the eyes of Detective Samuelsson. The next five minutes would determine our future so I was nervous on how to proceed. Taking a big swallow I stated to talk before I lost my nerve. "Um. Hi..." "You called my office Ms. Riley. What can I do for you?" "Before I say anything, or give up anything I want immunity. Bailey and I want immunity for all acts committed now or in the past. For that we will turn over records and documents plus make a singed affidavit as to what we know " Bailey was quiet. She had agreed to let me take the lead "That's a big request. I don't know if my pay grade would approve it. Why don't you just tell me what you know and we will see." I could tell Detective Samuelsson was interested. There was no way I was saying even one word without a lawyer or immunity. Bailey and I had too much to lose. I looked into his eyes. One would have said that I trusted the wrong people over the last year. I felt that I was a pretty good judge of character though. I could tell that he was being honest about not being able to offer the immunity. I could also tell he had put a lot into this case and could see we had something to offer. "Detective, do you remember the Reynolds case from last year?" Bailey perked up and squeezed my hand "Roxana, don't." "It's ok" I reassured her. "That was the kid over on High Street. Died in a fire back east right?" "That's the one. What would you say if I told you I had proof the whole thing was fake." "I don't see where this is going Ms. Riley" Giving him one of my best smiles I placed me hand over his on the table. "I'm Riley Reynolds. Trust me it's related." His whole face changed and went through the gamut of emotions. Disbelief, surprise, shock and finally his eyes locked on and he really looked at me. With a slow drawl he answered "If I believed you, how does this relate to Scott Foster and the Sugar Shack?" "Not until we have our immunity." Detective Samuelsson stood up and grabbed his phone. "I need to make a call. Please don't leave." "We will be good little angels and sit right here." I promised with a little wink. I still loved to flirt and he was very good looking Bailey and I enjoyed a decent cup of coffee, and then a second while he paced outside the caf? talking on his phone. It was clear that he was discussing our future. I was strangely at peace. I knew that this would mark a changing in my life's path and I knew we had made the right decision. About an hour later the good detective walked back in with a very nice looking woman around 30 years of age. She had a lovely shade of deep brown hair that offset her mixed heritage. He introduced her as Ms. Hernandez and explained that she worked for the DA's office and was a specialist in child welfare. "Nice to meet you" I smiled and held her hands. "I am Roxana and this is my partner Bailey" She seemed a bit surprised at how I had introduced myself but smiled back none the less. It was true though. I had been Riley but I was Roxana now. There was no going back. Ms. Hernandez offered pulled out a letter that had been signed by the DA. I looked it over quickly and it was very clear and concise. We had our immunity if we agreed to testify about any and all criminal information we knew. We also had to affirm that we had not been willing participants in any felony or the deal was null in void. Bailey and I talked privately for a few seconds and agreed that was as good as we were going to get. I turned back to the two of them and started in. "Let me tell you a story about the girl next door." - Epilogue I loved college. I loved everything about it. I loved the parties, the boys, even my classes. Bailey and I were just about to start or second semester. Life flew bye in a wink of an eye when you were not paying attention. But the last 6 months were like a plot to an old movie. Our case had become the sensation of the summer. The story two well respected doctors, Dr. Barbara Patterson, Dean of the School of Psychology at State University, and her Sister, Dr. Sue Patterson, respected plastic surgeon, running one of the largest crime syndicates in the country was the top of the news for over a month. They had their hands in everything from prostitution, to drugs. Even some reported human trafficking, but that was still pending. Our own part was much smaller but still somewhat amazing. Fortunately we were able to testify in closed court, due to my age at the time and Bailey's history, so our faces were not known. It was the talk of the campus though. "Did you hear that they would blackmail the dancers?" "I heard that they even used hypnosis on some to keep them working" "The lead witness use to be a man!" "No way!" Bailey and I would laugh along never letting on our connection, Dr. Barbara Patterson was the mastermind of the whole group and it was rumored that she did not go quietly. Several prominent politicians had quickly retired or "decided to spend more time with their family". When she was picked up they had to keep three people in her cell. The first guard had tried to let her go after just an hour in the room with her. There were rumors of a mistrial but Detective Samuelsson had assured me that she would be convicted. There was just too much evidence against her. Dr. Sue Patterson had not said anything since her arrest. She would be caught mumbling about her "projects" but was clearly mentally unstable. She had offered little resistance when brought in but the guards would quickly ask to be assigned to other duties. Something about her stare would chill you to your soul. Not everyone got off free. Nick lost his job although he was cleared of any wrong doing. I felt bad but made sure to slip him some of the cash. You didn't think we turned it all in did you? Nick is back in school as well. I talk to from him from time to time but being two states away make it hard to keep close. We had a great night over Christmas break though. I tried to shield Veronica as much as I could. She was involved in it from the start but had been coerced as well. With some convincing she was the key third witness in the case and was able to escape with only probation. Strangely our relationship improved after as the guilt of what she had been part of was a big part of our difficulties. She had known the plan for me from day one. She had just never expected to fall in love with me. . With some help from Ms. Hernandez and Detective Samuelsson I had my final surgery in August. I had a little more work as well, toning down my looks and giving me a much more natural appearance. No one wants to look like a stripper forever. The whole experience was such a change from when Bailey and I went under the knife last time. Everyone was so nice but it was such a bureaucratic mess. I had to sign so many forms both as Riley and Roxana that my fingers hurt. Bailey held my hand for 3 weeks while I recovered, never leaving my side. The results though, were peace. I felt right for the first time in a long time, maybe for the first time in my life. I had been forced, coerced, tricked, and convinced into the choices I had made. In the end I was who I was meant to be. Two years before if you asked me about the female point of view I would have looked at you're like a nut case. Now it framed just about every decision I made. My choices and there repercussions were front and center every time I looked down. Bailey and I joined Sigma Tau Nu. I swear it is the nastiest sorority on campus but the parties are epic and the two of us never miss one. I haven't lost my wild side yet. We have to play down our past but there are a few girls who could be great dancers. Bailey at I joke about what it would take to get them up on the pole. We may have to try and turn out one or two. The Sugar Shack was a mess but I did miss the attention and the sex. I would wake up some mornings and wonder if I wanted to find another club and start dancing again. I ended up with a boyfriend Tad. He doesn't know anything about my past. He was dumb as a post which made it easy to keep him in the dark. He was a fun fuck though. The first time I felt his cock slide inside my new pussy, it felt so right. We tried to keep it light but I think the poor boy was falling in love with me. His loss, my heart still belonged to Bailey. She has her own boy toy on the side as well. We didn't want to look like sluts or anything. Bailey and I were sitting on the couch looking over our spring schedules when the door bell rang. Our house was a bit of party central so it was not that surprising to have uninvited guests. When I opened the door I got a huge surprise waiting for me. "Monique!!!" I squealed "What are you doing here." She walked in and held my arms out to each side. "Damn girl you look amazing. Aren't you going to give me a hug and welcome me inside?" I squealed as I wrapped her up in my arms and dragged her over to the couch. "Bailey this is...." I started "Hello Bailey, it's been a while. You look stunning as well" Monique cut in. (*confusion with names. You've mentioned Veronica a lot of times in the next few paragraphs but I think you wanted to say Monique. Please check it out.*) Bailey looked as surprised as I was. "You two know each other?" "In a manner of speaking, I found little miss Samantha here at a bus stop one night." "Bailey, Monique was my next door neighbor." I fell back onto the love seat with her as Veronica took the chair across from us. Monique gave this low throaty laugh as she looked in my face. "After all you have been through Roxana you are still the same happy trusting person inside. It's what I always loved about you." I took a big swig of my glass of wine as the implications filtered through. "Baby, wipe that shock off your face. I'm not here to do anything to you. But you still don't understand the whole story. This is going to be hard but you need to know and I need to say I am sorry. "When I went away to school, Veronica was my recruiter. After opening my world to a little sapphic love and some S&M she introduced me to Professor Paterson. Professor Barbara Paterson, head of the school of Psychology here at State. Remember my internship? Who do you think it was with Roxana? She had me wrapped up as much as you and Veronica. In some ways I was a bigger mess. You see, you were my first project. I was to see if we could take an average everyday boy and turn him into a sex starved, cum loving party girl. Looking at you and hearing about what happened I passed with flying colors. Mistress Barbara directed most of your life behind the scenes but I knew what was going on. I wasn't going to do it at first. After a few days I could see deep in your eyes that you would thank me for it one day. You wanted to be a girl so bad it dripped from you every time you walked into the room. I never thought it would go as far as it did though. "I met Bailey here on my way back to school. She was unexpected and when I told Scott and Barbara about her they brought her into the program as well." Bailey and I held on to each other as the shock settled in. "What do you want Monique?" I mumbled. "To say I am sorry. I have spoken to the police and I am to be let off without charges. The whole hypnosis and brainwashing angle of it is scaring off the DA. There were concerns about my culpability. Plus I promised to inform on a few more schemes." "I am sorry Riley. You were a true friend and what I did was reprehensible. Can you forgive me?" "It's Roxana now." My thoughts were running wild in my head. Monique had set this all up. She was the start of my pathway that had led me to this point. For some reason I couldn't be angry at her. She was right, I loved being a woman and without her I would never have met Bailey. I was scared, forced and coerced to this point but looking back I think I loved every inch of the journey. I stood up and gave her a tentative hug. "It may take a while Monique but I know you always thought of my best. Let's give it some time and see." "Have you told your parents Roxana?" she asked. "Not yet. I am still scared and the connection to my 'death' is not public knowledge." "They loved you. They still will." "I know, that's what makes it even harder. I don't know where to start." With a little devilish grim Monique looked at me. "Tell them by the end of the school year Roxana, or I will." She still loved to dominate me and I could see the love in her eyes. "I will." I smiled. I was still a sub at heart. Even though I knew the right decision to make it still helped to be ordered than to have to make it on my own. Standing up she finished her wine and picked up her bag. "I would love to stay but I have a flight to catch. I am setting up my own small business in New York this summer and I don't have time to waste. I have to scout out locations this week. I will be back in a month or so." We gave our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. Bailey and I walked her to the door before returning to the couch Bailey looked into my eyes as I gazed back. "Do you think Tad could end up as a Tabatha?" She asked I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a long hard kiss "If we did it right she would look just like the girl next door." The End........ Characters Monique: Mistress Monique started her own BDSM business in New Your City. She was an immediate hit and specialized in forced feminization work. Rumor has it that two state senators and a US congressman are on her client list. When her parents found out there was a very loud argument at home but it ended ok. Her mom had a satisfied smile and her dad can been seen most weekends with a collar around his neck. Veronica: After probation Veronica went on to make her mark in music. She was the behind the scenes producer on Pink's last album and rumor has it she is working with Adele on her world tour. She is still working on her issues with men but is close friends with Roxana, figuring she was always a girl underneath to begin with. Scott: Scott is still serving 4 consecutive 30 year sentences for drug trafficking and human trafficking. He was attempted to turning states evidence on a the Doctors but was considered central to the conspiracy and tried on his own. Christy: Christy ended up serving 5 years as Scott's business partner and accomplice. While in jail she found the lord as her savior and has gone on to preach about the evils of drink, drugs and sex. After all this, everyone still does not like her. Paris and Chastity: Both girls are still working the club circuit. Paris's affair in Miami ended in a quick divorce and her coming back home within a year. Chastity rotated back as well and the two moved in as roomies. Rumor has it two of them might have something going on. Sierra: Sierra found she loved to teach the art of the strip more than she loved to dance. She opened her own studio teaching aerobic exercise through pole dancing and is currently booked 6 nights a week with bored housewives and giggly co-eds. Every now and then she finds a gem and directs them on. Bella: Bella still owns the salon. It turned out to be completely separate from the other business in the syndicate. She also opened a side business as a style consultant to the local strip clubs. She will make custom costumes, give advice on makeup and even throw the odd bachelorette party where everyone gets a stripper makeover. Sue: Sue is still the grumpy bartender at a club in town. The Sugar Shack was closed but a new club, Wild Cats, opened up within weeks. Mark: Mark moved up from head bouncer to club manager. When the Sugar Shack closed he too moved over to manage Wild Cats. Nick: Nick went on to finish collage and get his degree in business management. He now lives in the suburbs with a sweet wife who he met at school and two boys he adores. He jokes about the good old days when you get him drunk. At his core he is still one the good ones. I never said I was. I sent a Barbie doll to his eldest son last Christmas. Elliot: I ran into Elliot years later at a party. He and I ended up having a torrid affair for 6 months before our passion petered out. He is designing the new city center project and has recently been recognized for his outstanding designs. I still dream some nights he might have been the one under different circumstances. His friend Nathan now runs the local hospital. David and Allen: David comes to town from time to time. He still offers to make me kept woman but I am too much of a free spirit. That doesn't stop me from keeping him in the friends with benefits category. His friend Allen fared less as it came out that he was a juicer during his playing days. Sadly he died of a heart attack at an early age. Bailey still swears that it had nothing to do with her as they had finished at least an hour earlier. My Parents: With Bailey holding my hands I showed up at my parent's door in late April. Their shock was immense on being told not only was their son alive but now a woman. After lots of tears I remembered why I loved them so much. They accepted me with open arms and were just glad I was ok. It took two days to tell the whole story. By the end they were welcoming us both and Bailey had a standing invitation for tea with my mother. There was a little sparkle in her eye that told me she might have seen the woman inside before I ever did. Dr. Sue Paterson: Sue is now a permanent resident of the state psychiatric hotel. She does not talk much and avoids any conversation. Her drawings have kept several of the staff sleepless. No one is expecting an early release. Dr. Barbara Paterson: Dr. Paterson's trial was the biggest televised event since the OJ trial. I was able to testify from a closed screen to protect my identity but I did receive several offers for big dollars to give my side of the story. I politely declined. When all the dust had settled there were several indictments and further defendants. Barbara ended up getting 20 years. Most of the charges could not be traced to her due to her complicated organization and several middle men. She sent me a nice card recently telling me there were no hard feelings; I was always one of her favorites. I felt myself start to blackout a little after reading it and quickly put it down. Detective Samuelsson: Detective Samuelsson made his career on the case. He received a well deserved promotion to Lieutenant. Some higher ups were not happy that he made the connection with the broader syndicate and he broke a few friendships on the force. He decided to move over to a branch of the FBI. He still checks up on me from time to time. I think he has some fatherly issues. I flirt with him every other visit. Sorry it's too hard to resist. Tad: Tabatha can be found dancing at Wild Cats on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Her tits are small but we all have high hopes they will finally develop. Bailey: Samantha was able to clear her name when the amnesty came through. Through some back channels her record on the robbery was expunged. She went on to open a foundation devoted to child welfare and abuse cases and works with Ms. Hernandez at the DA's office. In private she is still Bailey to me. She admits thats who she was when she found love. We are planning to go to NY and make it official next year. Veronica and Monique have offered to be our maids of honor. Roxana/Riley: Riley is thankfully no more. His pathway was a long and torturous one but it was the right one. As for me, Roxana, well that's a story for another day.