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Chapter 10 - Steffi Loses the Right To Wear White
We live in a world where losing your phone is more dramatic than losing
your virginity.
Fred had snuck into the bathroom to have a private conversation with his
girlfriend, Lucy. He took the opportunity to do a little sexting in
anticipation of the night of hot sex he had planned.
He tiptoed back to his office he shared with Steve only to find it empty.
His partner was AWOL. Fred scanned the room and saw a slip of paper on
the floor beside Steve's desk. Picking it up, he recognized it as a buck
slip from Mr. Hampton's Secretary. It was addressed to the two of them
and read simply, 'Get your asses in here now.'
Fred straightened his tie and made sure his zipper was up, picked up a
pen and notebook. Did a smart about-face and rushed out the door. He
was a few yards away from the director's office when Steve came out
looking like a whipped puppy.
He frowned at the expression on Steve's face. "What's up partner?"
Steve turned his head to ensure the door was closed and that no one could
hear him. "It's that idiot Hampton. He says our investigation isn't
moving fast enough. He's ordered us back to the Pink Pussycat club to
see if we can pick up any fresh intel on Ivan."
Fred grimaced. "Can't we pass this off on someone else? That new guy in
the next cubical is really gullible."
Steve thought seriously about the suggestion but realized that if
something happened to the agent he would be in a world of hurt.
"It's our case. Come with me, Freddy, we'll figure something out. The
one thing we can't do is show our male faces in that club. It has been
positively confirmed that Ivan's gang has our mugs in his facial
recognition database. That seriously narrows our options."
The ramifications of that statement hit Fred like a Mack truck, "Fuck,
no. I'm not dressing as a girl again! If I'm going to get killed it
won't be with me wearing a bra and panties. I want to go out as a man."
said a very terrified Fred.
Thirty minutes and two cups of coffee later, Steve had formulated his
simplistic plan. "Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll put on my Steffi
disguise and go in alone to pump Donna for information." Steve thought
to himself 'I hope that bimbette Trixie is there; I'd like to pump her
for more than information.'
"I'll be wired and you will be my backup. You'll sit outside in a car
and monitor my communications. If you hear the code word 'backdoor' come
a running. It will mean I'm in trouble."
Fred shrugged. He liked the idea of staying out of a dress. "That
doesn't sound too bad. Should I wear a vest?"
Steve laughed realizing his partner hadn't grasped the nuances of the
plan. "Not unless they make bulletproof Brassieres, you'll be dressed as
Frederica. I may need a clandestine rescue. One other thing Frederica,
carry a purse large enough to hold your 9 millimeter, it has more
knockdown punch."
Four hours later, the two ladies were circling the club in their unmarked
government car. Steve was driving and having a great time teasing his
partner who sat next to him in his pink poodle miniskirt. Fred was
definitely not happy.
As they cruised past the rear of the club, Steve found what he was
looking for. "Look Frederica, there's a side entrance off that alley.
I'll park on the corner and you stay here and monitor my conversations.
Hopefully it will go smoothly and I won't need you. If I do need backup,
I want to see nothing but assholes and elbows when you coming charging to
my rescue. That's why I had you wear flats and put you in a miniskirt to
facilitate a fast getaway."
"Yeah, right! I'm sure that's the only reason," said Fred sarcastically.
"Well that and you've got great legs," teased Steve.
Steve parked the car and gracefully climbed out of the car and watched
Fred slide to the driver's seat. Fred's heart pounded in his chest, his
hand rested on his gun inside his purse. He was having serious doubts
about Steve's unsophisticated plan, but Steve was the senior agent so
Fred had no choice.
Steve walked ten yards away and did a com check to ensure the microphone
hidden in the hair comb holding back his bangs was transmitting. Fred
gave his partner a thumbs-up and nervously watched Steve make his way to
the front door, marveling at the ease with which he handled the five-inch
stilettos he was wearing. Fred had thought Steve went overboard with his
heavy dramatic makeup and skin tight red miniskirt. Steve explained it
away as he was trying to attract attention this time around.
Steve entered the club and Fred immediately realized there was a serious
deficiency with the plan. The music and crowd noise were all jumbled
together and overwhelmed the microphone. Fred had a difficult time
making out what was being said. Having no other alternative; he got out
of the car and followed his partner into the club. If he couldn't hear
him, he felt he should at least be able to keep an eye on his colleague.
Fred ensured his wig covered his ear piece and stepped into the lions'
den. His heart was pounding as he paid his cover charge and worried
about being reimbursed for it without a receipt. He watched his partner
make a beeline for the bar and approach a really tall woman who was
leaning against the bar. She was taller than Steve, even allowing for
their high heels. She had fair skin, accented by her long black hair.
She was wearing a white gauzy see-through blouse that embellished her
full breasts and wore black form-fitting slacks that emphasized her long
tapered legs. It took Fred a moment but then he realized the tart with
his partner was the infamous Trixie. Fred stood to the side of the
entryway and tried to blend in. He watched Steffi buy Trixie a drink.
The two appear to become rather chummy, Fred couldn't make out what was
being said in his earpiece.
The two finished their drinks and walked hand in hand to the back of the
club, where they disappeared into an unmarked door.
Once they were out of the main club area, Fred's reception picked up and
he could hear Steve talking, "Thanks Trix for agreeing to talk to me in
private."
"No problem, Steffi, I have a room reserved for private....ah,
conversations. Follow me, no one will bother us there."
Entering the room, Steve saw it was dominated by a massive double bed
covered in a yellow comforter. Trixie threw his purse on a dresser. He
went to a makeshift bar in the corner, poured himself a drink and asked,
"Want another drink? I have my special bottle reserved for private
conversations."
Fred slowly backed out the door intending to return to the safety of the
car. Fred was shocked at what he heard next, from Trixie "Let's take off
our dresses and get comfortable. Here sit on the bed, I'll get our
drinks then we can talk all you want."
Fred slid into the car, put his purse down where he could get to it in a
hurry and relaxed. He figured his partner knew what he was doing. The
next thing Fred heard was a lot of girly giggles with Trixie saying,
"That's a good girl drink it all."
It went quiet after that and Fred heard some sounds he couldn't identify.
He was starting to get concerned when Trixie said "Steffi, lay down on
the bed on your back. I prefer the top is that's alright."
He heard Steve's voice, "Can't we just talk first?"
Trixie giggled, "Oh...you're one of those girls. I bet you like to
cuddle afterward too."
"Why do I feel funny?"
"It's a little GHB I slipped into your drink, it'll help relax you.
Steffi, you are about to get fucked and that's the way it has to be. I'm
sorry you seem to be a sweet person. I love girls like you. I plan on
riding your clit for a wonderful climax. Then when you're spent I intend
on planting my seed in your sweet ass."
"What the hell are you doing now, Trixie?"
"You mean the handcuffs? They're my insurance policy. I just wanted to
assure you don't go anywhere until I'm done with you. You'll enjoy this
I promise. We can change places later."
"Get off me," mumbled Steve.
With a heavy sigh, Trixie climbed off the bed, "I have ways of handling
complainers. Open wide while I stuff my panties into that sexy mouth of
yours."
Trixie climbed back atop Steve and straddled his waist, she removed the
cheap breast forms in his bra and played with his man boobs. She took
off her bra and shook her hooters at Steve.
"Do you like my tits Steffi? I got mine the old fashioned way...silicone
injections, before they became outlawed. Aren't they lovely?"
Steve may have been in a stupor but a pair of gigantic breast inches away
was still enticing. He nodded his head yes with great gusto.
Trixie announced, "Great! I like my girls to have the real thing,
Steffi; I'll fix you right up."
Steve tried unsuccessfully to spit out the nasty gag, while Trixie went
to a small safe in the room and withdrew six hypodermics needles filled
with a cloudy liquid. "Lucky for you I still have six silicone
injections leftover from my stash. When you leave here girlfriend you're
going to have a full B cup. I promise!
"Oh, the look on your face is precious. You can thank me later, now
let's get started, three in each tit will start you out nicely. Come
back in a month and we'll do it again."
Fred was beyond worried; he started to panic. He opened the car door and
started toward the side door. He pulled up short when, out of the
shadows strode a mountain of a man; he had arms as large as most men's
legs. He walked to the side door and disappeared inside. Fred thought
'This is not going well he looks like the guy we had previously
identified as Trixie's pimp.'
Not sure what to do, Fred decided to wait it out. After all he hadn't
heard Steve's panic word. Fred went back to the security of his car. He
climbed in and ensured all the doors were locked. He pressed his
earpiece deeper into his ear trying to hear what was going on.
Fred jumped when he heard rather clearly a deep man's voice, "Trixie what
the hell are you doing?"
"Oh hi, Tom. I'm about to slide my friends pole up my hole. What do you
think I'm doing?"
"Get off him; you know all tricks are to be run through me."
"But Tom, I promised Steffi he would get the fucking of a life time.
Look he has a nice stiffy."
Steve freaked out, even in his drug addled brain. He frantically pulled
at his restraints. When he thought things couldn't get any worse they
did. Tom dropped his pants and pulled out a penis the size of a cucumber
which could feed a family of four. Steve's pole shrunk like someone had
let the air out of a balloon.
Tom leered at his captive and said, "He'll get the fucking of a life time
alright; but it'll be by me."
Tom unlocked the cuffs holding Steve's legs to the bed one at a time and
forced the leg up so he could reattach them to his hands. Steve was now
a pretzel with his ass totally exposed.
Tom strode over to his victim and spit on his penis for lubrication and
with no foreplay drove into Steve with all the finesse of bull in a china
shop. He pile drove his tool time and time again. He ripped and tore
his way to self-gratification. By the time he was done, Steve was only
half-conscious. Tom pulled out of the girly man under him and wiped
himself off with Steffi's dress he found laying around.
With a self-satisfied smile on his face he turned to Trixie and grabbed
her by the hair. "Did you get paid?"
"No, this was a freebee."
"Bullshit! Give me his purse."
Tom dumped out the contents found the wallet and emptied it. In the
process he found Steve's security card. "What the fuck, he's a cop. Get
him cleaned up and I'll dump him in the alley."
While Trixie was scurrying around gathering his clothes, Tom noticed the
empty hypodermic needles on the dresser. "Trixie, what are those? You
aren't into drugs again are you?"
"No, those are left over silicone. I injected my friend to give her
boobs."
"Did you get these from my safe?"
"Yes, why? I thought that's where you kept them."
"You idiot! Those old silicone injections were dangerous and outdated.
I replaced them all with extra strength estrogen, which I keep for my
girls. If you gave this guy six shots," Tom did the quick mental math
and went on, "That's a year's worth of girlie hormones. It serves the
pig right," then laughing he said, "SOW would probably be the better term
now. Now get him dressed and fix his makeup."
Noticing the blood trail coming from his ass, Tom added, "Put one of
those pad things in his panties to control the blood flow."
Tom laughed at the irony of the situation and said, "Hell, he'll probably
be menstruating in a month so he'd better get used to them things now.
The next time you see him he'll probably have grown his own boobs."
Fred pulled out his pistol and headed for the door. He was so nervous he
piddled his panties. Just as he got to the door it flew open, his
partner was unceremoniously shoved out into the alley and the door
slammed shut.
Fred helped Steve to the car and laid him face down on the back seat.
Fred sat in the driver's seat and asked, "Why didn't you use your code
word?"
"That's hard to do with dirty underwear stuffed in your mouth. Now get
me to a hospital, that bastard did something awful to my innards. God I
hurt!"
"I'll call the duty officer and let him know what's happened."
"Fred, don't you dare. No one is to ever know I was butt fucked. You
take me to the emergency room, they'll patch me up. Then I'll spend a
couple of days at your place recuperating. Call my wife and say we're
undercover. Then call the office and tell them I'm taking a few days of
personal leave."
Fred pulled up to the emergency room entrance. He went for help and came
back with an orderly pushing a wheelchair.
With two sets of helping hands Steve managed to extricate himself from
the back seat. He gingerly sat in the chair and winced at every small
bump. There first stop was check in, where the lady behind the Plexiglas
inquired how the patient intended to pay. Fred started to get his
medical card out and Steve stopped him with a stare. Steve pointed to
Fred and said we're a couple, "She'll pay, we have no insurance. Isn't
that right, Frederica?"
Fred swallowed twice and hoped his credit cards had enough on it. He had
heard the nightmare stories of emergency room costs.
Steve was taken back to the exam room; while Fred decided he'd remain in
the waiting room. He wanted no part in explaining how Steve had received
his injuries. Plausible deniability was his creed. If asked he would
just say he had a radio malfunction.
Twenty minutes later two nurses came out giggling and a pretty young
redhead walked over to Fred. "Your friend will be alright. He insisted
that he was attacked so we did a rape kit on him. Get him to the police
as soon as possible if he really wants them to investigate. There is no
internal damage just some tearing at the rectum. The doctor stitched him
up. He recommends your friend have nothing but soft food for a few days,
he has written a prescription for a stool softener. He also strongly
suggests you and your girlfriend avoid anal sex for a long time."
Fred blushed bright red and closely examined his shoes. The nurse said,
"Sweetie it's alright we see this kind of thing all the time from 'girls'
like you. I personally never saw how getting something stuffed up your
bum could be pleasurable. I guess you have to use what's available."
She hesitated before continuing. "Some advice from a medical
professional? Use a condom next time."
Fred stammered out, "It wasn't me."
"Yeah, I've heard that before too. Just be careful."
With anal sex, I suggest you start gently. Find a slender midget.
Or a member of Congress." Jarod Kintz
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