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CHAPTER 3 I felt the phone vibrate in my hand again. He had access to my bank account, he'd changed the lock on my door, he'd arranged for me to give my boss a blow job, and I was willing to bet that it was him who made sure the cops arrived right as we finished. I thought back to all of the times I had asked someone to roleplay with me online, how much I loved being told what to do, how much it turned me on, and how much I thought I would give anything for all of it to happen in real life. Well now here I was, locked outside of my own house, dressed and made-up like a high class prostitute. I could still taste the cum in my mouth. I could still feel the way police officer made sure that all 8" of his cock had entered me. As I took the time to reflect I was also fairly certain that I had actually played out situations very similar to these in role play chat rooms at one time or another. At this point, I'd spent so much time in those rooms and had gotten so good at describing how I would give a blow job, or how my tight, round ass would feel pressed against my partners big, hard cock, I could not possibly keep track of all of the scenarios I'd played out, but a blow job with the boss and being gangbanged by cops were certainly pretty common tropes in that world. I looked down at the phone. "The shed in your backyard. Go now. By my estimate, you have about 25 minutes to the look the part of a school girl." I looked around, first over at the house next door. All of the windows were dark. What would happen if I tried to go over there right now, if I tried to reason face to face with my admirer? Given what I knew he was capable, I decided that I didn't want to find out. I looked back behind me and could see Mr. Picket staring out his front window. Was he rubbing the front of his pants? He immediately turned and stepped away from the window when he noticed I was looking right at him. As I walked back to the shed in my backyard. The shed where I kept a lawnmower and other random tools and yard supplies, I could see a light shining from the crack at the bottom of the door. I opened the door. Inside there were no longer any tools, two halogen lamps lit the space which was now painted pink. There was a small table that now held all of my make up supplies and a blonde wig with long pontytails sat on a wigstand. There was a picture of a blond high school girl that included instructions for makeup appropriate for a blonde teenage girl. To the left was, hanging from a hook on the wall was a clear garment bag. Inside was an incredibly short plaid, pleated skirt, a white button-up blouse, a gray cardigan, tan pantyhose and white knee high socks. Folded up below that was a matching white lace bra and panty set, a white corset, and a pair of 4" black mary jane heels. Along with the makeup was a large package of makeup removal wipes, a pan full of warm water, and a home kit for bleaching your eyebrows. I reflected on how many times I'd thought I wanted to be a blonde and how many times I'd played the part of a naughty schoolgirl in role plays. I looked at the phone again. Shit. I had better get to work. I questioned myself for a moment. What was the worst that would happen if I didn't comply? Couldn't I go to the cops? Wasn't this heading me down a worse path than anything he could do to me? Did I really want to become some sexually-repressed weirdo's plaything? Then I looked in the mirror on the table and saw my reflection. I thought about all of the times I'd watched videos of girls who'd transitioned with hormones. Wasn't I starting in a better place than so many of them? Wasn't this, if I was 100% honest with myself, who I really wanted to be? If I played this right, I might never have to think about paying bills ever again. I might never have to make another difficult decision ever again. The hours I spent online playing the bimbo slut, the hours that I wasn't willing to give up for anything, even to save my marriage, those would become my reality. Wasn't this leading exactly where I had always wanted it to? I sat down and started to remove my makeup. At the same time, I read the instructions for the bleaching kit. I put on the plastic gloves that game with the kit and started to brush the cream onto my eyebrows. I applied the cold cream to my face after wiping it off one more time, and then I started on my concealer and foundation. It was a couple of shades lighter than what I usually used, which I supposed would look better with the blonde hair. I looked over the makeup chart. This was a much lighter palette than I was used to. I noticed the lighter false eyelashes as well, and put those on. Then proceeded with a lighter, more pastel tone of makeup, and a glittery powder. Then the soft pink lip gloss. I noticed a pack of bubble gum on the counter and a girl's Hello Kitty backpack, complete with school books inside, under the table. I suddenly found myself impressed with his attention to detail. I put on the fresh panties, bra, and corset. The breast forms were still very well adhered to my chest. I wondered how long it would take before those came off. I redid my nails with the robin's egg blue next to my make-up kit and then washed the cream from my eyebrows. They were at least four shades lighter than they had been before. I put on the wig and looked in the mirror. Since I'd always had a pretty good complexion and few wrinkles on my face, I wondered if maybe I really could pass for an 18- year-old girl. I glanced at the phone again, as I pulled up my new skirt and put on the top. I squirted myself with a bottle of Hello Kitty perfume. I noticed a jewelry box on the table as well. I put on a pair of clip-on gold hoop earrings, a couple of chunky bracelets, and a heart- shaped pendant. Finally, I stepped into the heels, slipped on the cardigan, and slipped the backpack over both shoulders, before walking back out into my backyard. The phone vibrated again. "You're two minutes late. Your bank accounts will be locked down for two days. Proceed to your front porch. Be prepared to improvise. Don't forget the chewing gum." I walked back into the shed and grabbed the gum from the table. I popped it in my mouth and walked back out. I was sure he wasn't bluffing about the bank accounts. I was pretty sure I had a couple hundred dollars in cash inside, that was if I could get inside, and that is of course assuming everything I had left inside was still there. In the end, I actually felt relieved that I hadn't decided to try to confront him. I walked to my front porch and waited in the dark. Just as I was starting to think how thankful I was that all of the lights inside were off and the porch light was also off, the living room light and the porch light both popped on. A guy I recognized who lived down the street was walking his dog passed. I saw him look toward my house as the light came on. At this point it was beginning to feel pretty normal to be ogled by any guy who walked by, but then he started to turn up the path to the porch. "Excuse me, young lady. Is everything okay?" I focused for a second on what a teenage girl would sound like, I tried to make my voice just a little higher, a little airier. "Oh yeah, like it's like totes all good. I'm just like waiting for my uncle, or like whatever?" "Oh well," I could see him staring at my chest and then looking down my legs. He quickly looked up and smiled, "if you end up waiting too long, well, I live just up the block and across the street: 1485." "That's like so nice of you and stuff, but like I'm sure my uncle will be like home soon, like yeah," I was pretty sure I was overdoing it, but I was also pretty sure that that was the last thing this guy was thinking about. "Okay, well, You be good," he said with an awkward wink. "And have yourself a good night." He walked off with the dog, and as he did, I realized he was the first man I'd talked to all night who I didn't end up having sex with. Then I reflected on the fact that it was still early. I sat down on the bench and crossed my legs, wondering what challenge was coming my way next. While I was sitting there, I thought I might as well play the part. I chewed my gum and blew big bubbles as I twirled my ponytail. I took a book out of my backpack, it was some sort of teen romance, I sat there with my legs crossed and started to read it. A few pages in, I heard a car pull in the driveway, I looked over the top of the book and saw a pizza delivery car. A boy stepped out carrying what looked like two extra large pizzas. He couldn't have been any older than 18. He was sort of a skinny, nerdy looking kid with big thick-rimmed glasses, wearing black skinny jeans, and a polo with the logo of the pizza place on it. He had sandy blonde hair that just swept over the top of his glasses. I watched as he looked at the address on the pizza box and then the address on the house. He was somehow completely oblivious to the fact that I was there. He walked up the driveway, barely lifting his head, until he was about to make his way up the stairs to the porch, when he turned his head and saw me. I watched as his eyes slowly made their way up my legs. I saw him try to avert his gaze as he got closer to my face, "Hey, uh," his voice cracked as he spoke, "I have um, two pizza for... um... Kimberly Noel." "Oh, yeah, like that's me, but, um, like I'm so totally, like locked out of the house, and like my uncle is like late getting home or whatever." I smiled up at him, as I stood from the bench. I realized as I did that he was at least 6'5" and totally towered over me. "Aw, jeez, that totally sucks. Um, listen, I wish I could help or something, but I have a ton more pizzas to deliver right now. Your total is like $45.50," he said, looking down nervously at his feet. I looked through my backpack and found a girl's Hello Kitty wallet, inside there was only a couple of tampons, some lip gloss, and a condom. "Oh crap, I don't have, like, any money at all," I said doing my best to give him an apologetic look. "Fuck, man. This is like the third time this has happened tonight. This is so not cool. They totally end up docking my check when this happens." Sitting there looking up at him, I suddenly had a very specific memory of a role play scenario I'd had just a few months ago. "Like, um, maybe I could find a way to like make it up to you?" I said, stepping closer to him. "What?" he said, looking surprised and stepping back a bit. "it's just like I feel so, so, so bad, and I feel like I should just do something for you, don't you think?" "Wait, like, what do you mean?" he looked suspiciously toward me, the look of a kid who had maybe fallen for a few too many pranks in his short life. "Well, you look like you're just, like, working so hard, and, like, I just feel so bad, so maybe..." I chewed my gum and twirled a finger through my ponytail as I stepped toward him, my heels clicking on the porch, my other hand, pulling nervously at the hem of my skirt. I watched him closely as he nervously swallowed, I could tell that his breathing was increasing, and I glanced down at his pants where I could see a surprisingly long bulge starting to form. "Shit, I don't know, I mean I'm, like, already going to be in trouble because of this order, and then if I'm late for my next delivery. I don't know, I mean..." I stepped forward and pressed my body against his and ran my hand along the length of his cock, which practically ran from the middle of his thigh up to his crotch. "Oh wow..." I said smiling up at him, as I could see his eyes start to roll back. "Wait, like, here on the porch?" "Well, I'm sort of locked out, so we could like go into the backyard or something, I guess?" "Aw fuck, you're going to get me in so much trouble," he sighed as his eyes travelled from my breasts down to my legs. I grabbed his hand and started to walk down the pathway to the back yard, my heels clicked on the cement, and I could feel the breeze again blowing up my skirt. When we got to the side of the house, he pulled me toward him, pressing me against the fence, leaning down and kissing me. His tongue greedily entered my mouth as his hands wandered over my breasts and my ass. "You are so fucking hot," he whispered as he kissed and sucked on my neck. I moaned and let out a deep sigh, as I unzipped his pants, reaching my long nails inside and gently grasping his enormous cock. As I pulled it out and stroked it between us, I looked down. My mouth started to water, my ass started to ache, but I wondered if I could even handle it. "Aw yeah," he let out a moan as I stroked his giant cock. I leaned up to kiss him more. He kissed with the eagerness and inexperience of an 18-year-old boy kissing an 18-year-old girl, and it turned me on more than anything to know that I was able to do this to him. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and started to push me down. He grabbed his cock and stroked it in front of my mouth. I greedily started to lick his cock while he stroked it. I grasped his ass and pulled myself forward, filling my mouth with his cock, unable to even get close to all of it before I was gagging. Still I wrapped my pink lips tight around it, traces of my shiny lip gloss streamed up and down his cock as I did my best to bob my head forward and back. His hand tightened on the back of my head. "Holy fuck," he moaned, "you are so fucking good. I don't even care if I get fired." The sound of his moaning had me so excited, I moaned back, smiling up at him. "I need to fuck you," he blurted out and started to pull me up by my shoulders and turn me around. "I know you're a dude, it's cool, I don't even care, you're like hotter than any girl I've ever even seen." He pulled my skirt up and pulled my nylons down, I could hear him spit in his hands and rub it on his cock, then I felt his fingers in my ass, and the next thing I knew the tip of his cock was pressed against me. I let out a grunt as I felt him thrust forward. Pushed up against the side of my house I was being fucked for the second time in one night. "Oh fuck yeah, you are so tight baby," he moaned. I bit my lower lip as more and more of his cock seemed to enter me. As he buried his cock inside of me, deeper and deeper, it actually started to hurt less and I just wanted it more. I balanced against the wall on one hand and reached back where I ran my hand across his upper thigh, massaging his groin as his thrusts became quicker and more intense. I moaned louder, and found myself whispering in between moans, "Oh God yes, fuck me." "Say it louder bitch," he commanded. "And play with yourself. Now!" "Fuck me," I said just a little bit louder, as I started to rub my hand over the front of my gaffe where my small cock was ready to burst out. Suddenly he spun me around and picked me up by my hips. I felt so feminine as he easily picked me up pushing me against the side of the house. He had no problem finding my ass again with his enormous cock. He pressed his mouth against mine now, his tongue entering my mouth, his hands clenched around my hip as he forced his cock further inside of me. He pulled back and started to bite and kiss my neck as his thrusting increased. "Holy fuck, oh God, yes!" he grunted. I moaned louder and louder, "Oh God yes, oh God, oh God, please fuck me. I felt him tense, his cock bulged inside of me and then I felt it, his hot cum filling me. He just kept thrusting and grunting and biting my neck as I squeezed my ass around his amazing cock. There was so much cum it seemed impossible, I could feel it dripping out. Then he pulled his cock out and leaned back against the fence along the side of the house. "Holy shit that was good," he said grinning at me. "Now clean this off, bitch." He held his cock up and stared down at me. I submissively got down on my knees and started to lick his cock clean. I licked and sucked it until he patted my head. "All right, that's good you little sissy. If you, like, keep going I'll get hard again and I gotta get back to work." I actually felt a little bit disappointed as he smacked my ass and walked away. He gave me a smile, for a moment I wished I really was a teenage girl and I could be his girlfriend, then he got in his car and pulled away. I heard my phone ring. It was in my purse on the front porch. I pulled up my panties and my tights and minced as quickly as my heels would allow. I could still feel the cum dripping down my thigh. I rummaged through the purse and pulled out the phone. "Hello?" "Well done, Kimberly." "Thank you, daddy." "Because you addressed me properly I will, for the moment, forgive the fact that I did not ask for your response." "---" "Good, now tell me you're sorry." "I am sorry daddy." "You're forgiven, sweety. The code for the door is 052487. You'll know what to do when you get inside. Now, will you be a good girl, Kimberly?" "Yes, daddy." "Yes, what?" Yes, daddy. I will be a good girl." Then there was a click and he was gone again. The door code was my birthday. I looked over at the dark house next door and then looked around, glad for the moment that I couldn't see anyone else in the neighborhood. I punched in the code and walked inside. I looked back at the phone. He said I'd know what to do, but I really had no idea. This was the first time all night that I didn't have a direct order to follow and it left me feeling a little nervous. I decided to walk upstairs, if nothing else I should probably shower. My heels clicked up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. When I got there, everything was different. It was no longer a slate gray, the walls were now instead a deep purple. The brown curtains were now an even deeper purple than the walls and velvet. There was a large ornate mirror hanging over the bed where there had been some black and white photos of the city. The bed was the same, but the sheets now looked to be satin and were a fuschia. I reach up to pull off the blonde wig and found that it was impossible to remove. I felt along the edge, but I couldn't get a finger under it. It was like it was glued to my scalp. I undressed and found that it was the same with the breast forms and with the padded panty. "Fuck," I said out loud and immediately reflected on the fact that my voice was still much higher than usual. I went to my dresser thinking I'd pull out some comfortable pajamas until I was told what to do next, only when I opened the top drawer all I saw was several rows of neatly folded panties, in every style, color, and cut I could imagine. The next drawer, where I usually kept t-shirts, was now just bras and cami tops. The next drawer was filled to the brim with tights, pantyhose, and stockings. I was as terrified as I was excited as I ran my hands through the pile of soft silky hosiery. I went over the closet, pulling the doors open to find dresses, skirts, and blouses neatly hung up, along with several rows of heels. There was some woman's work out clothing and two pairs of pink tennis shoes as well. There was a chest in the closet as well. I opened that to find a pile of nighties and other sexy sleepwear. The phone, which I had laid down on the dresser, buzzed. "A new outfit is hanging in the bathroom. Shower, re-do your make-up, and get dressed." I walked into the bathroom where there was now a new shower curtain decorated with pink hearts. The shower was stocked with women's toiletries. I looked down at myself, amazed how the breasts and the padded panties so closely matched my own complexion. Looking in the mirror, with a quick glance, I could have easily passed for a real girl, even while standing here naked. That made me ridiculously excited, enough that I wished I could get these panties off and jerk off right here. Instead my cock just painfully stretched against the tight panties. I turned the water on and stepped in. I immediately wished that the breasts were real and that I could feel the water splashing off their hard nipples. Still the weight of them, and the feeling of the long blond hair cascading down my back were almost enough in that moment. I wrapped a towel, a pink towel of course, around my breasts, as I'd seen women do, as I stepped out of the shower. I looked across the bathroom at the outfit hanging on the back of the door. There was a long sleeve black mini dress that was tight through the waist, and then had a pleated A-line skirt that, from the looks of it, would barely come to the middle of my thigh. There was a pair of black suede ankle booties with a 5" heel on the floor, and from what I could tell looking across the room, a pair of tights, the kind that made it look like you were wearing lacy thigh highs. Taped to the bathroom mirror was another makeup chart. This called for a more adult smoky eye and deep red lipstick. There was also a contacts case on the counter, along with fresh makeup with a note simply saying, "Wear these!" I opened the contacts case. Having near perfect vision, I'd never actually worn contacts before, so I struggled to get them in. When I was finally successful, I looked in the mirror and saw a pair of bright green eyes staring back at me. Gone were the dark brown I was used to. Since this was the third time I'd done my makeup tonight, I was definitely getting better at it. It was the hair that was harder. He'd pinned up directions for a quick and easy updo, but every time I thought I had it right, I would look in the mirror and realize it was awful. Once my makeup and hair were done, I saw that there were also a new set of nails. These were not the press-on variety, but instead came with a heavy duty adhesive that said it could hold for up to a month. They were simple French tips they just happened to be easily an inch longer than the last pair I'd worn. Just as I stood in front of the mirror and started to admire my work, before I even had the chance to wonder what was next, the phone rang again. I answered. "Change of plans sweetheart. Mr. Pickett from across the street is on his way over. Take care of him." Before I could even ask a question the line went dead and my doorbell rang. "Take care of him?" What did that even mean? Then again, was there any doubt what that was supposed to mean, given how my night had gone so far. Again the intoxicating sound of my heels clicking down the stairs, the scent of my perfume that I'd just sprayed on hovering around me. The doorbell rang again, and I answered it without really thinking. There was Mr. Pickett, who gave me a very unsettling grin as his eyes travelled up my body. "Good evening, miss." "Um, good evening, um how can I help you?" I responded with a smile. "Listen, I hate to do this, but I've gotten to know the guy who is renting this place since he moved in and I couldn't help but, well, notice you here while he isn't. Well, ma'am, who are you? I mean, I know that sounds rude, but I just feel like I need to keep an eye out on this neighborhood, I've lived here for going on 45 years." As he finished, I could see him looking intensely at my face, his brow furrowed. "Well, um, I totally, like, understand sir," I started, batting my eyelashes a little bit, trying to play the part of the ditz one more time, "but I am like, Jim's sister. My name is Kimberly." "You do look quite a bit like him, I suppose, in fact... well, listen this might make me sound crazy, if I'm wrong that is, although I'm pretty sure I'm not, but I think, well... I think you're lying to me." "What?!?" "I think you are Jim." I laughed nervously, "Well that's just..." "Listen here you little cocksucking sissy, I know a sissy when I see one, and it just so happens I thought to myself how familiar you looked when you stepped out earlier, so I went to, well, a certain website that I've been known to visit on occasion, and sure enough, I looked at the profile of a certain girl I was just chatting with a week ago and that girl beared an uncanny resemblance to this, well, 'young lady' walking out the door of the house across the street from my house." I stood there silent now, knowing there wasn't much I could say at this point to argue with him. "I'm sure I'm not the only gentlemen you chatted with that night, given how popular you were in that room, but you may remember a little roleplay chat about a friend of your father's coming over, while you played a 19- year-old crossdresser. And then I look out my window and see some school girl getting fucked by the pizza guy in your side yard, and well then suddenly I was pretty sure I knew exactly what was going on. Some naughty little girl has decided to play out her fantasies in real life." "Listen, Mr. Pickett..." "And I thought, well, if that's the case, I don't see why I can't be a part of this little game we have going on. And look at you now. I don't think that's your normal eye color. You've gone and plucked and dyed your eyebrows, and I do have to say you're getting mighty good at putting on that makeup. And look at this outfit. Give me a little spin, won't you." I spun around slowly and silently, I felt him pat my ass, reaching up under my skirt. I flinched a bit, and for a moment I wondered if somehow Mr. Pickett was my admirer, and realized that regardless I was going to have to play along. "I told Florence that you called and said you had a plumbing emergency. Told her it could take quite a while, not to wait up for me. I think in that chatroom, you were listening to Taylor Swift or something in the kitchen, drinking a glass of white wine, dancing. I think you'd forgot to lock the front door, so I let myself in." "I remember," I said forcing a smile. "Even your voice, wow... this is really impressive Kimberly. I know you like it all slow and detailed in your roleplay, but I just don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold out, honey." I just smiled back at him. He was at least 75 and from the bulge in his pants, I had to imagine he'd taken some Viagra before coming over. He was thin and tall with the bony, arthritic hands of an old man. His gray hair was swept over the top of his head to hide the fact that he was close to balding. He smelled like cut grass and sweat. "All right then. Get in the kitchen, put on some music and dance for me. That is unless you think you're too good for me and you want the whole neighborhood and your ex-wife and your co-workers to know your secret." "I'm glad you came over," I said smiling even more and batting my lashes a bit more. "Good, now get a move on," he said spanking my ass lightly with the back of his hand. I walked into the kitchen and pulled up iTunes on the iPad on the counter and started playing the newest Taylor Swift album. Even though this entire night had the feel of playing my role play chats out in real life, this was different. Now it felt like I was following a script. I tried to remember what had happened when we'd chatted last week. He'd said he was a local guy. He even tried to get me to commit to meeting him for real at one point, but I assumed make he lived crosstown or in a different suburb all together and just wanted me to think he was closer. I remember he wasn't all that great at role play. His dialogue was stiff and he just skipped right to groping and kissing me. Then again as I thought of his hands riding up my skirt, feeling my ass. his hot breath on my neck, I suddenly found myself excited for this to happen. I poured myself a glass of white wine and started to dance along with the music in the kitchen. I'd turned the music up quite a bit, so I was legitimately surprised when I heard him walk into the kitchen. "Excuse me, miss?" I spun around and did my best to give him a shocked look. "I'm a friend of Jim's dad. He sent me over here to check up on things while he and the missus are out of town. And um, who exactly are you?" "Oh, hi, I'm like, um, Jim's cousin Kimberly." "Oh is that right? Well it's a pleasure to meet you," he said walking over and taking my hand, his eyes once again gliding up and down my body as he licked his lips. "I don't remember Jim's father having no brother or sister though, so I don't know how he could have a cousin." "Oh well, I'm like his mother's brother's daughter." "All right then, well where is Jim? And well why are you so darn dress up?" "Oh well, like, Jim is, um, at the grocery story, and well, I am, um, going out for a drink with a friend." "Well, why go out when you and I could just have a drink right here," I could tell he wanted to move things along at his point. "Well, um, yeah, I mean, oh wow, like how rude... Can I get you something to drink?" "A beer would be awful nice." I could feels his eyes on my ass as I walked to the fridge. I purposely bent over all the way, until I could feel my ass showing, and then ran a hand up my leg as I stood up, and then swayed my hips as I took small steps back toward him, leaning in so he could see my cleavage. He leaned in and started to kiss me. "Fuck it, you are just too damn sexy, Jim or Kim or whoever the hell you are." He reached under my skirt, grabbing my ass. He was a little bit gentler than I thought he might be. There was something tender in his kissing, even as he pulled back and started to push down on my shoulders. Before I could even help him he had pulled his pants down along with his boxers, so that as I made it to my knees I was greeted by a thin, semi- hard cock right in my face. He grabbed the back of my hair and started to push my face toward his cock. I opened my mouth, obliging, and wrapped my lips around tight. As his cock entered my mouth, he let out a loud gasp. "Oh you little faggot slut," he whispered as he ran his fingers through my hair, gently guiding my head back and forth. His moans were, like the pizza guy's, an enormous turn on. Knowing that I could bring a man this much pleasure. Knowing that he was cheating on his wife of probably fifty years. Knowing how much he wanted me it was just too much. I started moaning as I took his cock deeper in my mouth. It was the smallest cock I'd had inside of me all night long, which in some ways, I realized, was making it the most enjoyable. My eyes weren't filled with tears while I struggled not to gag like I had been with everyone else. "Oh goddamn you are such a sexy little whore." His tone and his manner were both more endearing and more gentle than anyone else I'd been with all night. And yet, he was still firm and in control as his hands tightened on the top of my head. I could tell he was about to cum already, so I tightened my lips and started bobbing my head faster and faster. He let out a long grunt and then shot a relatively small load into my mouth, which I found myself almost uncontrollably swallowing as I milked his cock for the rest, wanting there to be more. He leaned back against the counter as I finished cleaning his cock with my tongue. He pulled up his pants, looking a little bashful, maybe a little embarrassed that he had cum so quickly. Without thinking about it, I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head quickly, taking advantage of the moment and pulled me into a long, passionate kiss, one that caught me entirely by surprise. I was actually starting to hope he was my admirer, when he pulled back and gave me a smile. "Listen, I'd really like it if we could maybe consider making this a regular arrangement." "Well, I mean, like, I'm only in town for, like a couple of days, so like..." "You can cut the roleplay now. I mean for real. You seemed to enjoy that, I definitely enjoyed it. So why wouldn't we take advantage of our, well, proximity. And if we do, no one will ever find out your secret from me." "I'd like that," I said with a sincere smile. He pulled me in once more for a long kiss, as he grabbed my ass again. "Until next time," he said as he turned and walked to the door, letting himself out. The moment the door closed, my phone rang again. "Very good job, once again my sweet little girl." "---" "Ah, and much better discipline this time, sweety. Tell daddy how much you loved that." "I really loved that daddy, thank you." "Now, I imagine you have a lot going on in that pretty little head of yours, so let me answer some of the questions I imagine you're having. First, no, I am not Mr. Pickett. Second, don't worry about the adhesives, shall we say, because you're not going to work tomorrow, or the rest of this week. Frankly, if you are a good girl, you'll never go to work again. I've made sure that you won't want to anyway. It looks like you just sent an email of a video of your boss getting a blow job from a hooker in order to blackmail him for more time off and a cash bonus. Go ahead check your sent mail, I'll wait." I grabbed my iPad off the counter and went to the sent mail folder. There was the email, sent somehow from my account, asking for the rest of the week off and $25,000. There was a video, with sound, of me giving him a blow job. The email said that I'd sent it to his wife and our regional manager if he didn't do what I asked within 48 hours. It said to only reply by email. There was a one line response, "Take the rest of the week off. Keep an eye on your bank account." "And yes, to answer your next question, blackmail is indeed a felony. It's a good thing that his wife is the daugher of the chairman of the board, as I think he'll find it is in his best interest to meet all of your demands. Moving on then, the adhesives will cease to work when I tell them to. Let's just say the technology they use isn't available on the market yet. And finally, I have uploaded all of your appointments for the rest of the week onto your phone. You are to be at least five minutes early for every appointment and you will wear the outfits that I have already labeled in your closet for each appointment. Is that clear?" "Yes, daddy," I said blankly, still trying to wrap my head around the implications of everything he'd just told me. "Well, then dear, I suggest you get a good night's sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. Now how much do you love daddy?" "I love daddy very much." "Good girl, now get to sleep." To be continued... If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions please leave a review or email me at [email protected]