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Author's Note:
Part 5! And it's not the end yet!! The next part will be the last one. Now
I know for sure. That should close off this story to my satisfaction.
The Duchess: Part 5: Michelle's Quits Her Job
by Hazel M
The 4PM train pulled into the little rural station right on time. A well
dressed young woman stepped off the first class carriage. The porter
stared at her slack jawed. Bright cherry red toe nails peeped from her
expensive white sandals. Her smooth legs were covered in thin white
stockings. She wore a skirt made of the purest white silk. It accentuated
her hips and buttocks. The matching fur trimmed jacket showed off her
narrow hips and well endowed bosom. The top of a cream silk blouse peeked
through at the neck. Her feminine hands were covered in softest kidskin
gloves. She had a slim, graceful neck. Women like this rarely visited
rural stations like this one. He was transfixed.
She seemed to be looking around, trying to get her whereabouts. He shook
himself awake and hurried up to her and said, "Urm, can I help you miss?"
She turned towards him. Her face was as beautiful as her body and her
ensemble. Her blonde hair was pinned up under the fedora and a gauze veil
covered her eyes. Genuine looking pearls graced her neck and ears. Her
eyes were covered by a pair of large sunglasses. Her ruby red lips parted
and a mellifluous voice asked, "Oh, hello James."
He was taken aback by the intimate greeting. "Umm, do I know...you...
Michelle??" He did a double take. It was indeed Michelle who worked up at
the manor. Only she was dressed like she owned the place. "I didn't
recognize you for a moment. Whats with the getup?" he asked.
Michelle gave him a smile that could stop hearts beating and replied, "I
came into some money. I decided to take a holiday. Some of it was left
over, so I spent it on this outfit. Like?"
"I'll say, you look like a million bucks," he said.
"Aww, that's so sweet." She kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bright red
mark. The young man turned bright red and began stammering. Michelle
decided to stop toying around with him. "Be a dear and bring my bag to the
car would you?" she asked. He wordlessly picked up her suitcase and meekly
followed her out of the station. Michelle smiled as she caught him trying
to hide the tent in his trousers out of the corner of her eye.
Outside, the car the Duke had sent for her was waiting. James put her bag
in the trunk. The chauffeur opened the back door for her. "Thank you
Charles," she said as she got in, swinging her legs in and folding her
hands over her lap. Charles was a bit shocked at the familiar greeting. He
didn't work for her, but for the Duke and Duchess. He quirked an eyebrow
at James, but the boy was too busy hiding his erection and trying to get
another glimpse of Michelle. Well, whatever, tarts like her never lasted
long. The Duchess would set her straight soon.
Sitting in the back of the spacious, expensive sedan, Michelle leaned her
head back and smiled. The leather seemed softer on the back seats. She
thought back to the last week. Going out of town had been her idea.
Establish an alibi as the old woman croaked it, she had told the Duke.
They had made their way to the Duke's private beach villa. They had spent
the week together in ecstasy. With both of them out of town and the
untraceable poison having done its work, nothing would stand in their way.
Suspicion would fall squarely on the fake doctor who couldn't be traced
because she never existed. Her relationship with the Duke would just get
passed off as an unfortunate coincidence.
Within a month, she would be the new Duchess. Then she could fire that
nosy bitch Rachel. A life of luxury awaited her. Maybe she would have her
Jessica move into the manor as the live in maid. She wouldn't have to
worry about keeping the Duke off of her as she wasn't his type. She felt a
warm wetness growing in her crotch. Just the thought of the life she would
soon inherit turned her on no end. She pushed the button that raised the
privacy screen between her and Charles. She unzipped the tight skirt and
wiggled out of it, revealing the lace stocking tops hooked to the garter
belt and the white silk briefs. She quickly pulled down the panties and
began rubbing her clitoris. Charles might object to her getting the seats
dirty, but that would change real soon. She lay down across the back seats
and began pleasuring herself in earnest, moaning and groaning in pleasure.
The Duke would be hers soon and with him, the whole world. It didn't take
long for her to come. She made a real mess on the back seats too and she
didn't care.
The car pulled up to the manor and Charles opened the door for her. She
stepped out gracefully, having cleaned herself up as best she could using
a box of tissues. The evidence on the back seats was still there and
Charles was sputtering with rage. She collected her suitcase and left him
there fuming. She used her key to walk in without knocking. Stepping in,
she instinctively turned right to take the small servants corridor to her
room. Then she paused. Her lips stretched into a wicked grin. Why not, she
thought, it was all hers now after all. She walked towards the stairs, her
expensive heels clicking on the marble floor. She walked up the staircase,
the soft sussuration of the stockings on her thighs turning her on once
more. She walked down the carpeted upstairs hallway down to the ex-
Duchess' room. She walked into the anteroom without knocking. Rachel
wasn't at her post. That wasn't odd. The Duke should've fired her already.
She walked into the bedroom.
As expected, the body wasn't there. John was supposed to have taken care
of all that yesterday. She dropped her suitcase. Next, she peeled off her
gloves one at a time and put the on the dresser. She unpinned the veil and
took off the fedora and put it next to the gloves. Next, she unbuttoned
the jacket and laid it on the back of the chair. The blouse and the skirt
followed. She unhooked the bra and released her breasts. She stood before
the mirror for a moment. She cupped her chest with the red nailed hands
and squeezed. Pleasure radiated from her chest through the sensitivity
gel. She moaned with pleasure and began pinching and squeezing the orbs.
Soon, her panties were soaked at the crotch. Still playing with the
breasts, she moved towards the bed. She paused in her massage for a moment
and unstrapped her sandals. She unpinned her hair and shook out her curls.
She lay down on the soft silk sheets and began massaging her breasts
again. Her hand snaked down into her panties and began to rub her
clitoris.
She was beginning to get lost in the pleasure radiating from her chest and
her pussy, when she was interrupted by a loud cough. She shot up in bed
and turned. Someone was silhouetted against the closet door. She quickly
pulled her hand out of her crotch and pulled a sheet up to cover her
chest. "Wh...who..." she stammered. The figure reached for the light
switch by the door and the lights clicked on. Michelle gaped at her.
"You...your grace..." she choked. Olivia stood there, in the flesh. The
deathly pallor was gone, as were the bags under her eyes. Her face looked
healthy and was well made up. She wore a black strapless evening gown that
showed off her curves to their fullest. The slit on one side reached up to
her thigh, revealing smooth stocking clad legs and black 5 inch pumps.
Black opera length gloves covered her arms. An elegant diamond necklace
graced her neck, matched by dangling earrings, a diamond bracelet and a
gigantic diamond ring. A white fur shawl was draped over one arm. Her
other hand held a handgun in a relaxed grip.
Michelle stared at the round barrel of the gun pointed straight at her
marvelous chest. She couldn't believe her own eyes for a moment. She would
have to think about how it later though. Right now, she had to get out of
this situation. She gulped and looked up at her employer. "Your grace! I'm
so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking..." she said. The duchess
clucked at that. She walked gracefully to the bed and yanked the sheet out
of Michelle's hands, revealing her round breasts. Michelle instinctively
wrapped her arms around her chest. "I'm glad you took the time to undress
yourself Michelle. I don't really like you wearing my favorite suit. It
also saves me the trouble of patting you down. Magnificent as your tits
are, I doubt you have a gun hidden between them," Olivia said as she
pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from a dresser drawer. "Here, put these
around your hands and ankles," she said, tossing them by Michelle on the
bed.
"Your grace, I admit I sneaked in here...but I was just fooling around.
Please you grace, isn't this a bit much?" Michelle pleaded.
"Oh, please Michelle, we both know this is about more than you being
horny," her captor said. She noted the confused look on Michelle's face
and continued, "Or should I say, Miguel? Ahh. That shut you up. Yes, I
know who you really are. I've always known. I must say, that body suit is
remarkable. Those tits are turning me on just by being near me. It is
quite a piece of work...My piece of work to be more precise." She smiled
at Michelle, who looked even more confused. "Not following me? Well, allow
me to clarify." She walked to the bed and sat next to her captive. One
gloved hand reached forward and roughly grabbed Michelle's breast. She
gave it a quick squeeze and Michelle couldn't stop herself from shuddering
in ecstasy. "About three years ago," she continued, "one of the companies
I secretly owned was developing a prototype bodysuit aimed at transgender
people. Top of the line work. Breathable, touch sensitive, smart 'skin'
that was as good as the real thing, realistic breasts, nipples and vagina,
it could even simulate sexual excitation and menstruation cycles. I had
heavy input in the creative process. It was going to revolutionize the
prosthetics industry...until it was stolen...by you. We all knew what
damage it could do in the wrong hands, so we hushed the whole thing up.
I'm sure you know all this, since you probably kept track of the
investigation."
She stopped massaging Michelle's breasts and walked to a chair nearby. She
settled into it and resumed her story. "What you didn't know, was that a
zealous young detective was already hot on your trail. She had already
figured out that you were behind the whole thing. Unfortunately, once you
got hold of the bodysuit, you disappeared and she couldn't trace you.
However, she had figured out that you had an obsession with me and that I
would be your next target, so she attached herself to my household to lie
in wait." Olivia smirked at the look of shock on Michelle's artificial
face. "Yes, it was Rachel. Cowardly, meek Rachel was actually a disguise.
She kept it up for three straight years, just to catch you. Then when you
came here, she knew her moment had come and she came clean to me. She
asked me for my help. You see, she figured out that you would try to get
rid of me somehow and take over. That is how I am now in the pinkest of
health, instead of being in a grave. Rachel figured out that you were
poisoning my food within three days. She kept giving me an antidote, while
making me up to look sicker every week. She kept tracking your movements
and somehow even managed to get a dna sample. By now, she has enough
evidence to put you away for life. Theft, confidence tricks, murder, it is
quite the list."
Michelle wasn't listening to anything by this point. Her heart was
hammering in her chest. Her life was over. "But don't worry. Your life
isn't over." She looked up in surprise and confusion. Olivia continued,
"You see, now that we have our hands on the only model of this bodysuit, I
want to continue the work you interrupted and that can't happen if you get
arrested and the whole thing goes public. Also, I'm quite impressed with
your little plan. Kill me, blame it all on the fictitious doctor, then
what? Marry John and transfer all his money out one day and disappear? No?
You don't want to tell me? Well, no matter. I have decided to let you off
because you might be useful to me. As long as you never come near me or
any of my properties or companies again that is. You will leave the
bodysuit here. I will make sure that you remain filthy rich, to remove all
temptation. But just to be sure, I will track all of your movements.
Rachel secretly managed to inject a nano tracker in you, don't ask me how,
so it won't be difficult. I would stay out of trouble if I were you." She
got up of the chair and walked to the bed. She uncuffed her captive. "Now
go back to your room and strip off the bodysuit. I've provided you with
appropriate attire and tickets back to your home. Get out before I change
my mind," she said. Michelle got up and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
She wrapped the towel Olivia gave her to cover up her naked body. She
rushed out of the room, sniffing, tears welling up in her eyes again.
Olivia sat down on the bed and pushed a button near the bed. A large TV
rolled down out of the ceiling. She watched as Michelle ran back to her
tiny room. She admired that shapely ass and those marvelous breasts one
last time before Miguel pulled down the zipper and peeled the bodysuit
off, revealing the skinny frame that had allowed him to succeed as a cat
burglar. He put the suit on the bed and pulled on the male clothing that
lay on the bed. He collected the suitcase next to the bed that had his
name-tag on it. The CCTV cameras followed him to the door and into the cab
she had called half an hour ago. Olivia sighed with satisfaction. That
took care of that detail. Things were finally falling into place. Her
enemies were disappearing one by one.
John had come back yesterday. He had tried to hide his shock at finding
her alive and well. She had confronted him about his affair with Michelle,
but he had resisted. He didn't want a divorce. He knew who really kept
them in the luxury they were both accustomed to. But he had flipped
quickly once she had showed him the video of him and Michelle fucking in
secret. Her solicitors already had the papers drawn up and he had signed
them without a word. She didn't even have to bring up the issue of him
dressing up as a shemale doctor. She thought back to the sight of him
leaving to go back to the beach house. They had agreed that not seeing
each other would be the best. No doubt, he expected to get back to
Michelle, but he would be sorely disappointed. Now she had just one more
detail to take care of and then she would be the undisputed lady of the
manor. She smiled in anticipation. She wondered how she should celebrate.
Maybe she could reinstitute the old tradition of the annual ball. Speaking
of balls, she had someplace to be. She got up and walked into the closet.
She had almost forgotten her egg vibrator again.
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