Female Predator On Campus
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TV On The Campus!
by c.c.
My name is Clinton Crayle and I'm a very different kind of private
detective. I specialize in untangling the sex lives of the very rich. My
fee is One Thousand Dollars per day and I'm seldom out of work. My clients
know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're
rich and in a jam, come to my office. Marcus Grach did....
Marcus Grach, aging, expensively dressed and hard as a diamond, handed me
the letter.
"As soon as I read this, I pulled my son out of school and sent him to a
ranch out west. Read it and you'll see why!"
The letter hadn't been sent to Marcus Grach. It had been intended for his
teen-age son. But a little matter like Other People's Privacy had never
bothered this tycoon. I read the letter:
DEAR JERRY,
REALLY MISS YOU SINCE YOU WENT HOME FOR VACATION. I ALSO MISS ALL THE
GOOD TIMES WE HAD! SOMETIMES I LOOK AT THE PICTURES OF YOU IN DRAG AND RE-
LIVE ALL THE FUN. IT WAS SO SWEET OF YOU TO INDULGE MY FANTASIES.
WELL, I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW I HADN'T FORGOT.
LOVE,
"T"
I looked at the envelope. The letter had been sent from the campus of a
nearby University. My questioning look prompted Grach to continue:
"I questioned Jerry severely about this. It seems this girl conned him
into dressing as a woman while she took pictures!"
"Is she blackmailing your son?" I asked.
"No. Not yet, anyway. But I figure it's only a matter of time. That's why
I came to you." He leaned forward in his chair. "I can force Jerry to
forget this disgusting incident and become a man again. But I need you to
find this girl and destroy those pictures. Name your price!"
I didn't like Marcus Grach. I didn't like the way he bullied his son
around or his intolerance of a little harmless sex-play. And I didn't want
the job he was offering.
I decided to discourage him. "Mr. Grach," I said, "it would be the
simplest thing in the world for me to break into this girl's house--we
don't have her name, but there's a return address on the envelope--and
steal those photos. But I don't commit felonies for money. The only way
I'd do a job like this would take some months. And, at my rates, it
wouldn't be worth it to you."
"I don't care how long it takes, or how much it costs!" he insisted. "You
can double your rates and take a year to do it, but I want you to destroy
those pictures!"
"But if I destroy them, how will you ever be sure that I really did the
job? What proof would you have?"
"I know your reputation," he smiled. "If you say a job is done, it's done.
And that'll be good enough for me!"
We argued a lot longer, but there's no sense it re-telling it all. Much
against my better judgement, I accepted the job.
And I regretted it.
***
The first problem I ran into was when I did the check on "T's" address. It
turned out to be a sorority house--and one with a rather wild reputation.
From what I heard around the campus, the girls of this sorority would
think nothing of the most bizarre forms of sex-play.
A quick check of the sorority roster revealed four girls whose names began
with "T"--Ton i, Theresa, Tina, and the housemother, Tanya.
I almost ruled out the housemother automatically, but a look at the school
yearbook changed my mind. Tanya was a striking woman her late-twenties
status did nothing to diminish. Probably, she had gotten the responsible
job of housemother because of her serious, almost intense attractiveness.
In the picture, her jet-black hair was combed straight back and cut short.
Large glasses with narrow black rims circled her dark eyes. Her square
chin and strong cheek bones emphasized the mannishness of her suit.
Yes, Tanya was definitely a candidate.
To get to the girls, I decided to pose as a student at the University. I'm
twenty-eight, but I have soft features and longish hair. I can easily pass
for a lad ten years younger. But this was to be no ordinary one-night
disguise!
To make my masquerade convincing, I immersed myself in my role as College-
Boy. I rented a furnished apartment just off campus, and filled the closet
with student-type clothes. I bought textbooks, posters, even a second-hand
car! It was all on Marcus Grach's expense account, so I didn't worry about
money. And I assumed a false name of Rick Wade.
My plan was a complicated one, but it seemed to be effective. The idea was
to get to know the girls--intimately, if necessary. If one of them had
fantasies about feminizing a man, they would soon come out. And the better
I got to know my target, the easier it would be for me to find the photos.
Putting the plan into action was easier than I expected. Most college boys
are perpetually broke, self-centered, and inexperienced with women. I had
plenty of money, all the time in the world, and dozens of smooth
techniques.
Within a month, I had slept with three of the girls. Except for some
tricky timing, and some bruised feelings, I'd had no problems--and no
success, either. Toni, Theresa, and Tina showed no interest in feminized
men, and I soon dumped them. They didn't like being dumped a damn bit, but
I had no time to worry about that.
It was time to start on Tanya.
***
On our second date, I said to Tanya, as I picked her up, "Tanya, you
really look marvelous in that dress!"
"Thank you, Rick," she replied, "but I'm sure anyone would look nice in a
dress like this one. Even you!"
I was on to something! But she played it cool, not saying anything else
about me in a new dress. When I tried to put the make on her, later that
evening, she begged off.
"I'd love to, Rick. Really!" She sighed now as she spoke, her eyes bright
behind the large glasses. "But my job as Housemother calls for a certain
old-fashioned image. I couldn't spend the night with you, and I certainly
couldn't have you up to my room at the sorority house."
"But when -?"
"We'll work something out, Darling, I'm sure of it." She pulled me to her
and kissed me forcefully. "Mmmmn! I know we'll work it out!"
The next date went pretty much the same. As we were kissing and petting in
the car, I breathed In her ear, "Tanya, your eyes and lips are so sexy!"
"Oh, your eyes and lips would look just as good with this expensive eye
shadow and make-up, honey!" she answered.
It was time for me to look startled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked
"Oh nothing." She changed the subject. "But I think there's a chance for
us to get together. Tomorrow is Saturday. All the girls are going up to
Miller's Dam for a picnic. I've told them I want to stay at the House and
do some gardening. So I'll have the whole place to myself!"
"Sounds great!" I glowed. "When can I show up?"
"Well," she smiled, "I do have a lot of work to get done. But if some nice
gentleman came along and helped me with it in the morning, I'd be free for
the whole afternoon--and ever so grateful!"
"I'll be there!" I promised.
***
Saturday morning was slightly cloudy, but warm. Tanya and I spent the
early hours weed-pulling, digging and re-planting. I knew that after all
this work, I'd need a shower, and that seemed like the perfect set-up. If
I was right, Tanya would make some move to feminize me, probably as a
prelude to love-making. When that happened, I'd know I was on the right
track and getting the pictures would be just a matter of time.
It began to rain as we finished, and Tanya ran into the house as I put
away the garden equipment. It took longer than I'd thought, as I was
soaking wet by the time I got inside.
"Oh, you poor dear!" Tanya, dressed in a robe, let me in the back door and
led me to her room. "I've already showered," she said. "You'd better
shower, too, before you catch cold."
"Good idea -- aaa-choo!" I sneezed.
"Ohh, it's all my fault!" Tanya moaned. Then she brightened. "I know!" she
said. "I've got a body oil that's supposed to warm you and prevent colds.
You can put it on before you shower!"
"Sounds good!" I shivered. By this time we were just outside Tanya's
bathroom.
"It's in a white jar on the counter," she explained. "Just rub it all over
your body and let it set for about ten minutes; then go ahead and shower."
She left me alone in the rose-tiled bathroom. "I'll be out here, drying my
hair."
Alone, I left my wet clothing in a pile by the door, and found the white
jar. The cream did smell a little odd, for it didn't have the expected
sweetish aroma, but I thought it best to go along with Tanya's wishes. I
rubbed the gooey oil all over my chest, face, arms, legs, and backside and
then I waited, half-asleep, for ten minutes.
The cream gave my skin an odd, uncomfortable, prickly feel as it dried.
Finally the time was up, and I stepped into the huge sunken tub and pulled
the shower curtain closed.
As I turned on the shower, Tanya came in. "I'm going to take care of your
clothes," she called over the noisy spray. "Can all this stuff go into the
dryer?"
"Sure!" I replied. "Just take my keys out of the pants pocket."
She left. The warm water felt, good, soothing my skin and warming me.
There was a bottle of luxurious liquid soap in the tub, and I oozed it all
over my body.
Something was wrong!
I looked down, blinking through the spray. My body hair was falling off!
That cream was a depilatory and I had just washed all my body hair down
the drain!
I know, I should have suspected it. But it came as a shock, seeing my body
hairless and so smooth, like a woman's. I turned off the shower, and
stepped out.
The mirror confirmed my suspicious about my appearance. Long, smooth legs,
round, soft-looking bottom, pale white chest and arms. The skin lotion had
left my flesh soft to the touch and gently perfumed. I finished drying off
and wondered what to do next. My pink, naked reflection seemed to mock me.
Did I really have to let Tanya see me this way?
"Er - Tanya!" I called out.
"Come on out, dear. I'll dry your hair."
"Uh, something's happened, Tanya." I faltered. "Have you got a robe or
something for me to wear?"
"Sure!" She sounded a little impatient. "Just come on but here!"
"Could - could you hand the robe in to me?"
"What?" Now she was definitely upset. "Honestly, Rick, this is no time to
get shy! Now come on out here!"
Hesitant, fearful, I ventured out, clutching a towel around me like a
skirt.
"Rick!" Tanya was dressed in jeans, a plaid shirt, and blue denim jacket.
Cowboy boots completed the ensemble. Seeing her dressed so mannishly made
me feel even more awkward. She gasped In surprise. "What did you do in
there?"
I blushed behind my towel. "It was that new cream you said to use," I
said. "It took away all my body hair!"
"Why, you silly... "she smiled mischievously. "You must have used the
depilatory by mistake! Here, get into this robe."
She held the robe up for me, a soft thing in heavy satin. I gratefully
slipped my arms into it and belted it closed in front. I turned to Tanya.
"Well, don't you look sweet!" she said, her tone not sarcastic, but
friendly and soothing. "Here, sit down and I'll dry your hair."
As she worked on me with comb and blow-dryer, she kept talking dreamily.
"You know, I'll bet you'd make a very pretty girl!"
"Do you really think so?" I played along.
"Oh, yes! And sexy, too. You know, a lot of guys really look nice dressed
as girls."
"Oh, really?" I could tell what was coming.
"They sure do. In fact, I have pictures of some!" She moved the comb
skillfully through my hair.
"Hmmm," I tried to sound innocently interested. "Could I see them? "
"On one condition..."
What a condition I
A short time later, Tanya pulled a photo album from her desk and turned to
me.
"Here they are, Juliette," she said. "Come look!"
I walked over to her. But it wasn't my normal walk. Tanya had put high
heels and stockings one me that made me sway and swish with each step. The
shoes were black leather with four-inch spikes and the stockings were
black nylon, held up at my thighs by elasticized tops. I was also wearing
black-lace bikini panties that seemed to accentuate rather than conceal my
bottom.
Tanya had dug out a black nightie and insisted that I wear it. It was
sleeveless and low-cut, gathered in little bows at the shoulders. The
waist was gathered in with elastic, and below this, the skirt was only
inches long, barely covering my crotch area and constantly flipping up in
back.
Wow! But the clothes weren't Tanya's only condition! She had also put
makeup on me. Red lipstick, powder, rouge, even nail polish, had been
applied; and my hair was styled into feminine curls. When she showed me
the results in the mirror, I gasped.
"Tanya! Is that really me? I look so-so..."
"You look just scrumptious! But I can't call you by a masculine name like
'Rick' when you look like this. How about if I call you 'Juliette'!"
"Well - " I hesitated.
"Pretty please?" she said, with a pout.
"Okay. If it's important to you."
"Oh, thank you, Juliette. I'll get the pictures."
We lay on the bed for a while, leafing through her albums. Apparently,
Jerry Grach and I weren't her only feminized men. Far from it! The album
was full of snapshots of men in various stages of female attire. I noticed
that all the pictures had been taken with one of those instant "1-Step"
cameras. That was perfect for me, since it meant there would be no
negatives to search over for. I easily spotted Jerry Grach's picture
collection. They were all on one page, that could be unobtrusively removed
from the album. Better and better! I thought. Now if I could just get
alone with the album for a moment...
Tanya sniffed. "Do you smell something burning?"
She was right! "Yes!" I said. "Where is it coming from?"
"The laundry room!" Tanya leaped off the bed. "Come on!"
I followed her out of the bedroom and down the steps, unsteady in my high
heels. Tanya ran much faster and was already busy in the laundry room when
I got there.
"The dryer!" she exclaimed. "I've unplugged it, and opened a window. Stand
back, while I use the fire extinguisher!"
Tanya doused the dryer with heavy foam that smothered the last traces of
smoke, then opened the dryer door and saturated the Inside.
"Good work!" I said. "Looks like you got it all put out!"
"Yes," she sighed. "But look at all this mess--and those were your
clothes!"
"My clothes!" I squeaked.
"Yes. Look at them! Half-burned and soaked in chemicals. You'll never be
able to wear them now."
This was serious. "But -- but, how will I get back to my apartment? When
are the others getting back here?" I certainly didn't want anyone to see
me this way. Especially not Toni, Theresa or Tina!
Don't worry," Tanya said. "They're not due back for hours yet. No one will
see you," She had read my mind, apparently. "But I don't know where we'll
get other clothes for you."
"I have plenty more at my place," I said. "But I certainly can't go there
like this!"
"I can get them for you," Tanya said, and she brightened up. "It shouldn't
take too long, and we still have your keys. You'll be safe here, and if
the girls get back early, you can just lock yourself in my room!"
"Sounds good," I said "You might as well take my car, My apartment's about
a mile from here on Manila Drive."
Tanya prepared to leave. On the way out, she looked at me. "Maybe I'll get
some more film while I'm out!" she smiled.
"Just get back with some clothes for me," I urged. "We can have our fun
later."
As soon as Tanya left, I raced back up to her room -skirts flying--and
removed the "Jerry Grach" page from her photo album. Satisfied that she
wouldn't notice it was missing, I thought about how to get rid of it. I
couldn't just put it in a wastebasket and I didn't want to risk flushing
it down the toilet. Burning it would be too messy and--wait a minute! That
was it! I could clean up the mess from the dryer fire and hide the
pictures In with my ruined clothes. No one would ever pick through that
mess!
It seemed perfect. I found a cleaning pantry with trash bags and paper
towels. I also found an apron and some rubber gloves which I put on to
keep the smelly chemicals off me. Returning to the laundry room, I set to
work.
It didn't take long at all. Most of the fire extinguisher foam had melted
and run down a drain in the floor. All I had to do was swiftly wipe off
the top and sides of the dryer, put the remains of my clothing in a trash
bag (with the photos hidden inside one of my burnt shoes) and do a little
light mopping. I chuckled at the thought that Tanya would think I was
doing all this work for her! Maybe she'd find some nice way to reward me....
I put the trash bag in a pile with others and came out of the laundry
room....
And got the shock of my life! Girls were running into the house! Sorority
girls! Working in the laundry room, I hadn't heard them arrive. They were
all over the place!
One of them spotted me. "Hey, who's this?"
"And why is she dressed so funny?" More of them were beginning to take
notice. I had removed the gloves and apron and was dressed as Tanya left
me, in heels, hose, undies and the ridiculous short nightie.
Desperately, I looked around for some means of escape. Girls were starting
to crowd around me.
"Where's Tanya?" someone asked.
"What's she done with Tanya?"
"Wait a minute!" What I had feared most was happening. Toni was coming
over. She was a petite 18-year-old with her blonde hair in girlish braids.
I remembered playing with them when we had made love, weeks ago. Now she
looked at me intently.
"She looks familiar. I've seen her someplace before." Toni spoke to me,
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
In a panic, I pushed her aside and shoved through the crowd of girls. I
had to Tanya's room and lock myself in before these girls recognized mel
I gained a good distance on them just by the surprise of my move, and had
reached the stairs before anyone started chasing me. I couldn't run very
fast in the heels, but I made it almost to the top of the stairs before a
hand grabbed my silken ankle, tripping me. I hit the steps on my hands and
knees and rolled over to a sitting position. A girl was still struggling
to hold my ankle. It was Theresa! Red-haired and freckled, (all over, I
remembered) Theresa was pulling at me! I tried to kick her away, but
another girl grabbed my other ankle.
"Come on, pull!" Theresa shouted.
The two girls pulled rapidly, bouncing me down the steps on my rump. At
the foot of the stairs, girls swarmed all over me, pinning my arm and
sitting on me.
"Hold her!" they shouted. "She hit Toni! Find out what she did to Tanya!"
"Hey!" someone cried. "This isn't a girl! It's some guy dressed in women's
undiesl"
"I know him!" Toni declared, rubbing her sore arm where I'd pushed her.
"It's Rick Wade! I even went out with him a few times!"
I was glad I had used a false name for this caper, but that didn't help me
much. True, the girls didn't have my real name, but they had me!
"You tool" Tina came up now, busty and brown haired. "You're right! It is
Rick!" she smiled unpleasantly. "Well, well!"
Theresa looked at me. "Rick," she said, I knew you were hard on women, but
I didn't know you were kinky enough to dress up like one. Where's Tanya?"
"I can explain," I said. "Just let me up!" The weight of the girls on me
was making it hard to breathe.
"No way!" Theresa insisted. "You're staying right there until we find out
about Tanya!"
"She's all right!" I gasped.
"What have you done with her? Tell me or I'll-- "
The phone rang just then, interrupting her. Toni answered it.
"Hello... Yes, this is Toni... Tanya! Are you all right? Yes, we're all
back here. The picnic got rained out. Now what's going on here? What's
Ricky doing here dressed like that?"
Toni listened for a long time, then said, "All right. Someone will meet
you in a few minutes, Bye now!"
As the girls clamored for answers, young Toni explained my situation to
them. Then she turned to me.
"Tanya had an accident on the way to your place," she said, "Noone was
hurt, but your car had to be towed away, and Tanya couldn't get to a phone
before now. I told her someone would come and pick her up."
"Fine," I said. "Now that's everything's all right, let me up!"
"Tanya says she calls you Juliette when you are dressed like this," Toni
mused, as the girls climbed off me.
"He's certainly no Romeo!" red-haired Theresa quipped.
"Right!" Tina said. Then she grew thoughtful. "You know, we'll probably
never get a chance like this again!"
"What do you mean?" I demanded. "Somebody go and get Tanya with my
clothes]"
"Girls," Tina turned to the other sorority members, who were watching me
with interest, "you all saw how this thing hit Toni, trying to get away.
He also tried to kick a couple of us. Well, I think any man who would beat
a woman deserves to be punished!"
The girls agreed loudly.
"Toni and Theresa can also tell you that this thing is a perfect swine
with women, socially. So if you'll all agree not to interfere--maybe even
help out--I think we'd like to teach him a lesson. How about it?"
The motion carried enthusiastically. No one asked for my opinion. The
impromptu meeting was adjourned, and most of the girls went off about
their business. A few stayed to smirk and giggle at my appearance.
Toni, Theresa and Tina huddled in conference as I stood there, awkward in
those ridiculous clothes. The girls made a decision and approached me.
"We haven't got much time," Theresa said. "One of us has to go get Tanya.
So you're going to have to make a quick decision."
"I'm all for just throwing you out of the house just the way you are,"
Toni said, her blond pigtails curling down toward her pert breasts. "But
the other girls think that's too harsh."
"That's right," Tina said. "We both feel that we should give you some more
appropriate clothing, return your apartment key to you, and help you get
home. But only after you've paid for your crimes."
"What crimes?" I protested. "I was just defending myself! You girls are--"
"See!" Toni interrupted. "I told you he'd never listen to reason. Just
kick him out!"
"No, wait!" I cried. The idea of being forced to walk home in broad
daylight dressed in high heels and a nightie horrified me. And how would I
ever get into my apartment? "Maybe you've got a point. I'll listen. What
did you have in mind?"
"That's better," Theresa said. "We feel that you should do penance for the
way you treated us. Therefore, until midnight, you are to act as our
personal slave. You're to take any order or any punishment that we think
fitting. You will dress and speak and act just as we tell you to. In
exchange, one of us will pick up Tanya. At midnight, we'll give you your
apartment key, clothing and a ride back."
"But if you screw up just once," Toni put in. "You'll be outside so fast
you won't know what hit you."
"Well?" Tina asked.
I thought it over. I knew that three jilted girls could be pretty rough
with me. Then I began to think in terms of Tanya. Of course! Once Tanya
got back she'd make them lay off. Tanya liked me and she thought I liked
her. And she was the housemother here!
"You win," I said. "I'm your slave until midnight."
"Great!" Theresa said. "Toni, you go get Tanya. I guarantee when you get
back you'll like our idea much better!"
It was three o'clock when Toni and Tanya got back. I know, because I was
about to get my 3PM spanking!
Theresa and Tina had decided that a spanking every hour would be a good
start, but that I was too well dressed for it They discussed the matter at
length.
"Hmmmmn, you're right, Theresa," Tina said. "Juliette has way too many
clothes on. Juliette, take off your stockings."
I obediently stepped out of my heels and then peeled off the stockings,
wondering how far this was going to go. I looked for a place to lay the
stockings.
"Just hold on to your clothes as you remove them," Theresa said. "You
won't have anything to do with your hands, anyway. Now take off that
nightie."
Trembling a little with fear, I pulled the nightie off, and stood there in
panties and makeup. The two girls studied me.
"Don't you think the panties are a bit much?" Theresa asked Tina.
"Oh, definitely. Off with them, Juliette!"
Red with shame, I slipped the panties off.
I felt so horrible! Here I was, older, richer, and more influential than
those girls, and yet they had me standing all naked before them, clutching
silken dainties over my malehood for some kind of modesty.
"I think we've gone too far, Tina," she said. "Our poor Juliette is
naked!"
"You're right. We really should give her something to wear. Let's see....
Juliette, put your shoes back on!"
I slipped my bare feet back into the high heels.
"That's much better, don't you think?" Theresa pretended to seek Tina's
opinion. "They make Juliette's legs seem much longer and more feminine.
And see how he has to arch his back to stand in them?"
"Yes!" Tina agreed. "They make his bottom stick out nicely too. Just right
for a spanking!"
"Shall we?"
Theresa grabbed a long wooden paddle and then stepped behind me.
"Your bottom is much too high, Juliette," I heard her voice behind me.
"Bend your knees to lower it about six inches."
I obeyed, feeling awfully how foolish I must look with my t knees bent,
clutching the wadded silk garments to my crotch.
"Now ask me for a spanking, Juliette. Ask me very nicely and maybe I'll
give it to you here in the living room instead of out on the front lawn!"
"Please," I started. "Theresa, will you--"
That's when the door opened and Toni and Tanya came in.
"Tanya]" I yelled. "Help me!"
Toni and Tanya looked at me, startled for an instant by the bizarre
tableau of the girls preparing me for a spanking. Then Tanya's eyes
narrowed behind her glasses and she stalked over to me.
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