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So You Want To Be A Nurse By Michele Nylons Chapter Five - Retribution 'Dr Stephen Mortlock esq' the card read followed by his phone number and his work address in a suite of offices used by medical specialists. The folded piece of paper attached by a paperclip read: 'Be there at 7PM sharp. He likes the nurse uniform so wear it and get dressed before you go. Go there and back in a hire car; Polly will give you the number. He's only paid for an hour so don't give him any extras. AM' Scrawled on the back was the address of a private residence in one of the better suburbs of Chelmsford. Matron Amanda Holliday had left the curt note in Michael's locker. He'd worked the day shift and Matron hadn't mentioned anything at all about the prostitution business, his crossdressing, or the orgy they had both recently attended. In fact she had been quite civil and professional, as had all the other nurses on his shift. The one change he's noticed was that Polly had had her ward assignment altered. He wasn't sure if this was some sort or retribution or just a reorganisation of staff. He got home just after 5PM and called Polly; in his mind he once again changed from Michael to Michele. "Matron's testing you. Sending you out on your own. All her prossies use the same car company; she obviously has a deal with them and they keep her girls safe to and from their jobs," Polly explained. "And the bitch has put me on C ward; I think that she thinks we're getting too close." "Do you think she knows we're lovers?" Michele asked. "Is that what we are?" Polly inquired. "Oh," the disappointment was evident in Michele's voice. "Oh sugar, I'm just teasing; of course we are lovers," she cooed. She gave Michele the details of the car company. "Good luck darling; can I come around after?" Polly asked. 'It's 'darling' now is it?' Michele thought. "Sure, I should be back around 8.30; I'll call you from home," Michele finished and hung up. Michele shaved, showered and douched. She sat in front of the vanity and began her transformation. She took a sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to her face then she picked up a brush and applied finishing powder. She rouged her cheeks, accenting her high feminine cheekbones and applied eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. She finished with another light dusting of powder and plum red lipstick. Pouring herself a drink and lighting up a ciggy she settled down on the couch and applied bright red nail polish to her toenails and fingernails and finished with a liberal spray of perfume. She crushed out her fag and went back into the second bedroom. Michele selected the black bob fitted the wig, combed it and adjusted it. She selected a pair of black nylon full-cut panties and stepped into them and adjusted the waistband and pulled on a black satin garter belt. She secured her breastforms to her freshly shaved chest and put on her black brassiere to hold them in place. Now the best part, she smoothed on a pair of the fully-fashioned stockings and clipped the garters to the welts of the stockings. She straightened the seams. Michele stepped into the navy-blue satin faux nurse's uniform; pulled it up and zipped it closed. It was so tight that she struggled to straighten it out. She sat on the bed and lifted her feet and placed a black, shiny, high heel on each one. Time to accessorise. The simple gold ankle chain was fastened around Michele's slim ankle followed by gold bracelets on each wrist. She placed a gold chain around her neck and clipped matching earrings to her ears. She put rings on her fingers and stood up and inspected herself in the mirror. She made a few adjustments and was finally happy. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she was once again stunned by how feminine and attractive she looked. She packed her clutch purse with the necessities and sat drinking and smoking, watching the clock until finally she heard the toot of a horn from outside. Michele opened the door and peeked outside to ensure no nosy neighbours were watching and she closed the door behind her and got into the rear of the limousine. The driver ogled her during the twenty-minute trip but had nothing to say. Michele sat in the gloomy rear of the car smoking and thinking. She recalled that Stephen Mortlock was the man who she had fellated while his friend Charles fucked her at the orgy at Richmond estate. He'd seemed nice enough and said that we would request her services and sure enough he was true to his word. The driver dropped Michele off at a small but well-appointed and obviously expensive town house and as Michele walked up to the door it opened wide and there was Dr Stephen Mortlock esq ginning at her. He was wearing a smoking jacket and slippers and didn't appear to be wearing much of anything else. "You look stunning my dear; or should I call you nurse?" he beamed, holding out his hand. As soon as she was inside the house, Stephen's demeanour changed. He was no longer the pleasant gentleman who had been courteous with her at Richmond Estate; he was quite gruff and blunt. "Ok nurse I've only got an hour so lets not fuck about too much with formalities shall we? I've paid good money for your services so let's get on with proceedings shall we," he demanded. He pulled Michele unceremoniously into one of the downstairs bedrooms. Stephen looked Michele over slowly with hungry eyes. He looked down at her high-heeled pumps and followed her shapely; nylon encased legs to where they disappeared inside the hem of her nurse's tunic. His eyes continued up the tight nurse's uniform, resting for a few seconds on her large false breasts straining the buttons of the tunic. He gazed at Michele's face, lingering on her full plum-red lips, her heavily mascaraed eyes and her rouged cheeks framed by the jet-black bob. He dropped his smoking jacket to the floor and as Michele had figured he was naked underneath it. "You look like you are worth every penny I've paid; now the Doctor want's his nurse!" he grinned and pulled Michele to him. Stephen thrust his tongue into her mouth, crushing his lips against Michele's. He groaned and his hand went under her skirt and he began to brutally squeeze her buttocks through the silky satin panties. Michele felt his rock hard penis pushing against her though the flimsy fabric of the uniform. Then he pushed her away. "Lift your skirt nurse!" he demanded. "What's that Stephen?" Michele stammered, a little confused. Slap! Stephen's hand snaked out and backhanded Michele across her cheek. "Lift yer fucking skirt Nurse; just do as I say! I'm paying for this and if I'm not happy Matron will know immediately!" he growled. Michele took the hem of her uniform in both hands and slowly raised it up her legs. Stephen's eyes followed the hem and opened wide as her firm thighs, encased in gossamer nylons, slowly came into view. He gasped as the first glimpse of black satin panty was exposed. He reached out and stroked his hand up and down her thighs; his soft doctor's hand slithering over the gossamer nylon. "Mmmm Michele, you're just what I ordered; now lets see if your bottom is as good as your top!" "Charles informs me that you me are a wonderful fuck but of course I only got to sample your mouth at Richmond so I now intend to sample your other attributes," he grinned. He grabbed Michele roughly and spun her around so that she was facing the bed. He pushed down on her shoulders and Michele fell forward doubled over so she that was tottering on her heels. He positioned himself behind her, kicking her heels apart. This was not the eloquent and considerate Dr Stephen Mortlock who she had serviced at the Richmond Estate; this man was brutish and forceful. Michele ensured her purse was in easy reach because she didn't expect any consideration from Stephen. He obviously wanted to fuck her and send her on her way. Michele felt Stephen lift her dress and push it over her back so that her silky buttocks were exposed and thrust up at him. She felt his engorged penis push against her pantied behind; it rubbed all over her satin encased buttocks. Then she felt his erection slide under the silken gusset of her panties and wedge itself in the valley of her behind. Stephen readjusted his member so that glans was nestled in the rosebud of her sphincter. Stephen pulled the gusset of her panties across her buttocks so that he had an unobstructed view of his penis poised at her rear entrance; his erect member pushing against her bud. Michele had anticipated this and had her tube of lubricant at hand. Michele awkwardly reached behind her and felt around until her hand came into contact with Stephen's engorged phallus. It was rock hard and it felt enormous and menacing as it throbbed in her hand. Stephen looked down to see her standing legs wide apart on her high-heels, her legs encased in diaphanous fully-fashioned nylons and her black satin panties pushed to one side. He watched as her long delicate fingers, their red painted nails glimmering with the shine of the lubricant, slid feather- like up and down his hard cock, coating it with a generous amount of lubricant. Michele was not enjoying the experience at all. She felt like she was nothing more than a whore; providing a receptacle for Dr Stephen Mortlock esq to empty himself without any consideration of her feelings. She felt the glans of his penis slide inside her tight hole, the lube assisted but the pain of having Stephen's hard cock roughly inserted in her anus without foreplay or preamble was in no way stimulating. "Oh!" Michele groaned as the hard phallus slid past her sphincter. Michele was impaled on the head of Stephen's penis, her legs spread, dress hitched up and Stephen's opulent stomach hanging over her as he thrust forward. In the wardrobe mirror she could see that his eyes were closed in concentration and ecstasy as he stuffed his tumescent member inside her. He was groaning and gripping her so hard that she could hardly keep on her feet as her insides were invaded. Stephen's well-lubricated shaft drove itself all the way inside her. It was so big, and in her so deep that it knocked the wind out of her and rocked her on her heels. Michele felt Stephen's flabby thighs against hers as his full weight was pressed against her. "Ok nurse, lets fuck," he grunted. He pulled her back against him and pushed harder as he assaulted her back passage. Stephen slowly thrust in and out of her, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he was panting as he slobbered at her neck, kissing and licking her. He stroked her thighs and groin as he slowly fucked her; he was obviously delighted by the feel of slinky nylon and satin on his skin. Stephen began to fuck her harder and faster, he breathed heavily, exhaling great explosions of breath as he established a hard and fast rhythm. Stephen was thrusting against her, his hand was under the front her dress ferreting around, pawing and stroking as he slobbered at her neck; thrusting in and out, pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside her, rubbing his scrotum on her panty covered buttocks as he fucked her. Michele's back passage was full and aching with the girth of the invading member as it slid in and out of her, but she began to feel the spongy hard mass of Stephen's glans as it pushed on her prostate. She couldn't believe it but the first ripple of sexual pleasure began to originate deep inside her. She leant further forward so that her buttocks were presented to her assailant and she swayed her hips from side to side to increase Stephen's pleasure and ensure her nylon encased cheeks rubbed against him, as he obviously loved the sensation. Michele turned her head so that Stephen could kiss her pouting lips. Stephen pounded himself in and out of her and fucked her harder, grunting and panting with pleasure. He gripped her hips and pulled her back against him as he thrust forward and held her still jackhammering himself in and out of her, groaning and cursing. "Nurse! Take my load!" he screamed. He thrust himself deep inside her and ground his scrotum against her nyloned cheeks as he shuddered. His grip on her waist was like iron. She felt his cock convulse inside her as it shuddered and secreted his hot spend. Stephen's cock actually expanded as his hot seed streamed into her. He held her tight, shuddering as his orgasm overpowered his senses. Michele couldn't move, she was bent over, her back aching, her legs locked apart and her anus spasmed but not with pleasure, but with discomfort. Stephen pushed her foreword and she landed on the bed, her legs spread and dress hiked up. Stephen leant over her and kissed her on the lips. "That was worth every penny nurse," he laughed. "You can clean up in the bathroom. Please leave quietly; I'll have your car here in five minutes," he said perfunctorily. Michele lurched her way to the bathroom, her legs still shaking. This encounter was not what she thought it would be but she realised that she needed to be pragmatic. Not every punter was going to treat her like a paramour; obviously some were going to treat her like a whore. Polly had warned her accordingly. She cleaned up, adjusted her dress and fixed her makeup. She did not expect that Dr Stephen Mortlock esq would see her to the door and she was correct. He had however left a five pound note on the hall table, which she rightly assumed was hers and she stuffed it in her purse. She opened the door and saw her car waiting and with profuse relief she lit a cigarette and stepped onto the pavement to in order to leave Dr Stephen Mortlock's abode and retire to her own little flat and the welcome ministrations of Polly. She nearly made it...nearly. As she alighted from the bottom step of Dr Stephen Mortlock's town house she tripped on her heels. Luckily, or so she thought, she landed in the arms of a rather handsome gentleman dressed in a tweed suit and a London Fog overcoat. "Well what do he have here then?" he asseverated. "Thank you sir," Michele said, keen to get into her limousine and go home. The man helped Michele to her feet but he didn't relinquish his grip. "So who are you and where are you going?" he asked, his tone implied authority. "I'm Michele and I'm going to get into that car and go home to my place in Southeast Chelmsford; it's only twenty minutes away," Michele said dismissively and tried to make a break for the car. To her dismay the limousine suddenly accelerated and left the kerb. "I though so; you're a tranny aren't you? Look how you are dressed!" the man said. "So what is that to you? All I want to do is go home," Michele pleaded. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Inspector Jean Burgess of Chelmsford CID." He reached into his overcoat and produced a badge. Michele had not had any dealings with the law before but knew her situation was perilous. "I just want to go home," Michele implored. "Well that's all well and good but it's obvious to me that you are a man dressed as a woman. You're in the street of an affluent neighbourhood; do you have a legitimate reason to be here?" he asked. Michele knew she was in a precarious situation; she couldn't say that she had been at Dr Stephen Mortlock's residence to service him because that would mean a prostitution charge for her and a solicitation charge for him. Matron would not be happy. But what did she have to lose if she told a fabrication of the truth? "My name is Michele and I was visiting with Dr Stephen Mortlock esq," she said, indignantly. "Wait here ma'am or sir, whatever," the Inspector said and knocked on Dr Stephen Mortlock's door. The door opened and a conversation took place between Inspector Burgess and Doctor Mortlock, which Michele was unable to hear. Inspector Burgess returned to where Michele stood on the cold cobblestones and looked at her gravely. "Do you have any form of identity?" he asked officiously. "Well no," Michele replied, her heart sank. "Well in the absence of any form of identity and given that you are a transvestite with no legitimate reason for being here, I'm arresting you for lewd conduct and gross indecency," he said. Michele's heart sank. He took Michele by the arm and half-dragged her over to his car. He opened the passenger door and shoved her in and hopped in the driver's side. Her ridiculously short nurse's uniform rode up exposing her long legs and the Inspector lived up to his title as he inspected of her stocking-clad pins. "Don't see many nurses dressed like you," he mocked. "Quite the little strumpet aren't you?" "It's just a costume," Michele sneered at him trying to pull down the hem of her tunic. "Yes well, men dressed as sexy nurses walking in respectable neighbourhoods with no valid reason or any means of identity should be careful how they deal with law enforcement. Don't you think; Michele is it?" he smiled at her. He reached over and lifted her skirt exposing her stocking tops and V of her black satin knickers. "There, that's better. Now you look like what I have determined to be in my esteemed opinion to be; a transvestite prossie street walker; and I have enough evidence to take you in for questioning," he sneered. "But you saw my hire car, you saw me come out of Dr Mortlock?s flat," Michele retorted. "Well that?s not the way I see it. I saw a rather sexy looking Transvestite prossie walking over to a punter in a car to make a transaction and when the driver saw that you had been detained by a man who looked very much like a detective, the punter drove off." "I?m taking you down to the station for further questioning," he said and started the car. As they pulled into the traffic he reached across and began to stroke her legs. Michele tried to close them and pull down her dress but her prevented her. "The problem with a lot of women today is that they let themselves go; they don?t wear nice makeup, sexy clothes, high-heels and those lovely stockings. That?s one thing I like about you trannies, you might have a cock in your knickers but you always look good." Michele pulled down the hem of uniform and closed her legs and stared straight ahead. She decided that she would use passive resistance so as not antagonise the copper but not to encourage him either. The Inspector grabbed her hand and dropped it in his lap where Michele could feel the heat and girth of a very engorged penis. Michele?s instinct was to withdraw her hand but the Inspector held it there. "Now you can be all coy about this and claim innocence, as is your right. But if you do so, I will have to leave you in a holding cell with a couple of rough lads who might not like men who dress as women, or even worse, they might like men who dress as women. Either way I can?t imagine it would be pleasant being left there overnight until I come to work tomorrow and eventually get around to investigating your case," he grinned. "Would it?" he thrust her hand against his penis and Michele knew she was in deep trouble and needed to keep the copper contented. Inspector Burgess?s fingers touched her thigh, just below the hem of her navy blue tunic. He stroked her leg slowly, his fingers rasping on her sheer stockings. Michele pretended to ignore him; there was nothing to be gained by making a scene. Then his hand slid under the hem of her skirt and slid up to the top of her thigh and came to rest on the reinforced welt of her stocking-top, his fingers explored the nylon where it cinched onto the garter strap of her suspender belt. Michele jumped as his hand touched the bare skin above the welt of her stocking. In the stony silence of the dark car Inspector Burgess stroked and fondled Michele?s leg under her dress, running his fingers up and down her stocking and stroking the cool skin above the welt. Michele sat still and silent and hoped Inspector Burgess wouldn?t move his hand any higher than her thighs. Inspector Burgess removed his hand from under her dress and forced Michele?s fingers inside his flies. "You know what to do; its that or night in the nick with a couple of hard villains," he hissed. Michele pushed her painted fingernails inside Inspector Burgess?s underpants and wrapped them around Inspector Burgess?s spongy semi-erect penis and he grinned in the dark. They drove down a well-lit high street and he looked at her closely in the glow of a streetlight. The tranny was wearing heavy makeup: lots of black eyeliner and mascara, blue and pink eyeshadow, rose blush and plum red lipstick. Her hair was glossy; a bock bob; the fringe level with her brows. Her perfume was sensual and arousing. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties and quite attractive; sort of sophisticated but slutty at the same time. His cock began to harden in her hands; he loved women who looked like her. He liked the navy blue satin nurse?s uniform which he had hiked up to the top of her thighs. Her nylons shimmered in the dim light, the sheen on her legs drawing his eyes down to her feet shod in black patent leather high-heels. He thought he saw the gleam of red toenail polish through the reinforced toes of her stocking. Michele kept her hand loosely wrapped around Inspector Burgess?s hardening penis and tried not to think too much about anything. When they came to a slight bend in the road she tried to take her hand out of Inspector Burgess?s crotch but he grabbed her wrist and held it in place. He gave her a vicious stare and Michele stopped fighting and resigned herself to her fate. He encircled Michele?s fingers in his own and began to slowly slide them up and down his now fully erect penis. Once she realised what he wanted he took his hand away and looked across at her and smiled. A single tear ran down Michele?s cheek leaving a trail of black mascara. Michele was horrified. Recently she had learned that she liked to be kissed by an attentive admirer; to be sensuously fondled and to kiss and fondle him back; but being forced to masturbate this man in his cold dark car was not in any way pleasurable. Michele slowly stroked the hard penis poking out of the front of Inspector Burgess?s trousers. Inspector Burgess gave a satisfied groan in the back of his throat and Michele felt his cock begin to throb. She could feel the thick veins and the spongy glans. She decided that she needed to get this over with as quickly as possible and hopefully the copper would release her. She used her fingertip to rub the delicate flesh of his frenulum, the sensitive piece of skin on the underside of the penis that joins the shaft and the glans. From her own experience she knew that it is excruciatingly sensitive and that the exquisite sensation of her delicate fingers rubbing on the area should soon lead to orgasm. When he was mewing with pleasure Michele worked her had vigorously up and down his shaft and soon the musty odour of semen filled the car. Inspector Burgess?s semen felt hot and slimy as on her fingers as she stroked his shaft, milking him of the last of his spend. He reached into his breast pocket and dropped a handkerchief in his lap and Michele wiped his softening penis and then wiped her own fingers as best she could and dropped the handkerchief on the passenger side floor. She withdrew her hand and Inspector Burgess surreptitiously closed his flies. "Good girl; now you?re getting the idea," he grinned. "Can you let me off here on the corner so I can get a taxi?" Michele implored. "Oh no miss; I?ve yet to question you and establish you identity." "But..." Michele was about to protest when he pulled the car over. The dim blue lights either side of the entrance of the redbrick building indicated its use as a police station and Inspector Burgess half-dragged Michele from the car. She was mortified. The very though of being taken inside the police station was terrifying. The Inspector threw her roughly against the wall. "If! And I mean if, you behave; I?ll take you past the front desk so you don?t have to enter your name into the duty Sergeant?s night log. I?ll take you upstairs to CID and question you there and let you go without booking you. If aren?t wanted for a crime I might let you off with a warning as you were so nice to me in the car," he sneered. Michele nodded her consent and nearly fell as he released his grip. The inspector caught her and pulled her against him. He locked his arm in hers. "Stick with me, don?t look at the Sergeant, and keep your fucking gob shut!" he instructed and traipsed her up the steps. As they entered the well-lit police station Inspector Burgess nodded to the heavy-set Sergeant who was writing in a big book; a steaming cup of tea at hand and a cigarette burning in the ashtray. "Evening Bob. Just a prossie, I?m going to interview her in CID and then let her go, no need to book her," the Inspector explained. The Sergeant didn?t even look up, he just waved the Inspector on his way nonchalantly. Inspector Burgess led Michele over to a door at the side of the room and pushed her through, he followed and closed it behind them. It opened onto very dim landing with a steep staircase. "Come on, we better get a move on." Inspector Burgess pushed Michele ahead of him up the stairs. They came to another stairwell landing and he pushed her against the wall and pressed his full weight against her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Inspector Burgess pressed tight against Michele, pushing her against the cold concrete wall. He was breathing into her ear, his breath quickening. "What are you doing?" Michele asked. "Shhh! If you can't shut up I'll have to shut you up!" he whispered hoarsely, and pressed his lips against hers. Michele felt the groan in the back of his throat and heat from his body. He kept his lips locked on hers and then she felt him slowly start to rub himself against her, his member thickening in his pants and pushing against her lower body. He pressed her arms tight against her body in a vice-like grip as he continued to kiss her and move against her. "Keep quiet; if the Sergeant finds us I?ll have to put you in holding," he whispered hoarsely between kisses. Michele tried to open her mouth to protest and he slid his tongue into her mouth and passionately kissed her. She resigned herself to her fate. What could she do? She was in a fucking police station! Inspector Burgess fumbled around; she knew what he was doing, and then she heard the rasp as he opened his zipper. His hard penis leapt free and she felt the hard hot texture of it as it came to rest against the material of her tunic. Inspector Burgess groaned and pushed her harder against wall pulling her face and lips hard against his; his left hand slid up her thigh, his fingers whispering against the nylon of her stocking. It was deathly quiet on the stairwell. All she could hear was Inspector Burgess's heavy breathing, the occasional groan in the back of his throat, the whispery murmur of his fingers stroking her stockings and the rustle of her uniform rubbing against her body as he pushed his cock against her and gyrated his hips. He seized the hem of her skirt and wrenched it up; as he did so he adjusted his stance so that his hard hot penis pressed between her nylon encased thighs. Inspector Burgess groaned and began to rub his engorged member in the crevice created by her nylon-clad thighs. She locked her thighs together in a vain attempt to stop him but Inspector Burgess placed his hands on her buttocks, taking one buttock in each of his big strong hands, squeezing them through the material of her skirt. The front of her skirt remained ridden up so that his cock was nestled in the 'Y' shaped silken valley created by her hosed thighs and black satin panties. Inspector Burgess began to push his hard member in and out of this silken trap, his cock pressing further between her legs with each thrust. Then he lifted her buttocks upwards and as he did so her body slid up the wall and her feet lifted off the floor and he pushed his weight against her, forcibly opening her legs. As hard as she tried to press her legs closed, the force of his body and his strong arms proved no match for her feeble efforts as her fists drummed against his chest and shoulders. Inspector Burgess heaved her up and at the same time repositioned his grip under the tops of her thighs as he pushed her back against the wall; her feet were now completely off the ground and her thighs spread. Inspector Burgess pressed his groin into her and she felt his turgid penis throbbing against the satin gusset of her panties. He adjusted his position slightly and she felt his member begin to slide inside the gusset of her panties. What could she do? Resistance was futile and it would probably only cause her pain or she would end up in lockup being ravished or beaten up by hardened criminals. Michele moved her hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and slid her nyloned calves around his waist. Inspector Burgess kissed her harder, his tongue assaulting her mouth. His rampant member slid back and forth, snug between the nylon of her stockinged thighs and the satin gusset of her panties. He pushed his cock harder into the crevice between her buttocks and settled into a steady rhythm as he dry fucked the pretty transvestite. His pelvis thrust back and forth as he pleasured himself. Michele hung on and offered no resistance, allowing him to gratify his primal urges; she just wanted it over with. She responded to his kisses and pushed her buttocks against him to increase his pleasure and hasten his climax. Inspector Burgess slammed her against the wall and thrust forward and upwards with all his strength and she felt his glans against the bud of her sphincter begin to shoot hot spurts of semen. The warm slick liquid lubricated her puckered bud and his member slid deep inside her, pulsing and spewing the remainder of his issue into her back passage. Inspector Burgess's tongue explored her mouth and she responded as she felt an uncontrollable wave of pleasure wash over her. The head of Inspector Burgess's penis was pushing hard against her prostate, his pulsing rampant flesh shooting hot jets of semen inside her causing her to orgasm spontaneously. Michele emptied her seed into her panties. Inspector Burgess thrust her hard against the wall as he emptied himself inside Michele; she groaned and forced herself against him. He shuddered and moaned as torrents of semen spewed from his member and dribbled out of her anus and ran down her thighs. As their orgasms subsided Inspector Burgess eased Michele slowly to the ground and as he did so his cock slid from inside her unleashing a stream of creamy fluid into her undergarments. She tottered on her high heels and held on to him her legs shaking and her back against the wall for support. Inspector Burgess adjusted himself and zipped up. He leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. "Come on honey lets get you upstairs." He let go of her. Michele adjusted her dress as best she could and at his insistence she continued to climb the staircase. The top of stairs opened onto a large deserted office where the desks were unmanned but a few had their lamps left on and there was enough light to get around the office without mishap. Inspector Burgess led Michele to a cluttered desk and pushed her down into a chair. "Ok I?m letting you off with a warning; Michele isn?t it?" "But you ain?t going back on the street dressed like that; make a phone call while I take a piss. Get someone down here fucking quick I ain?t got all night." Michele called the only person she could think of and sat smoking while she waited. The Inspector returned and poured two generous slugs of scotch into two dirty teacups. Michele didn?t care about the cleanliness of the cup and gulped at the liquor. "You?re not a bad sort for a tranny," the Inspector said after a while. Michele remained silent and smoked another cigarette and finished her drink. "Can I use the toilet?" Michele asked. "Sure; but its only the men?s bog. Oh wait; that wont matter will it?" he chuckled and pointed to the door he had used earlier. Michele cleaned herself as best she could and fixed her makeup. She returned to the desk and sat and waited. The awkward silence lasted for about twenty minutes during which he gave her another drink and shuffled the papers on his desk. Finally the phone rang and the Inspector picked it up and grunted a few times and hung up. "Come on; lets go." He helped Michele out of the chair and assisted her back down the staircase. At the bottom landing her pulled her to him and kissed her and roughly squeezed her buttocks. Then he snatched her purse and rifled through it taking the five pounds that Dr Mortlock had tipped her and the small amount of cash she had bought with her, pushing it back in her hands. Then he thrust her though the door, past the desk Sergeant and outside. A car sat idling on the kerb; an attractive well-dressed woman leaned against the bonnet. "Fuck me if it isn?t Polly!" the Inspector laughed. "Evening Inspector Burgess," Polly replied ruefully. "Is this one of the Matron?s girls?" Inspector shook Michele by the elbow. "Yeah, she works for Amanda Holliday," Polly replied. "Well get her the fuck out of here." He pushed Michele towards the car. Polly hastened over to support Michele and opened the back door of the car and helped her onto the seat. "Try not to suck any cocks on the way home," the Inspector called after them vindictively and turned on his heels and went back inside the station. To be continued...