Sailor Moon The Rise of Demons
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Author's Note: The final chapter. This series ended up being short. I
like it that way.
Sailor Girl
by Hazel M
Deirdre stared at her reflection in the dresser mirror. There were still
some traces of Derek, but they were barely noticeable. It was three days
since Cathy had blackmailed her. She figured, if she was going to be
girl, she might as well enjoy herself. She had taken some time off to
make a few changes. The woman in the mirror was slightly more voluptuous
than two days ago. She had larger C cup breasts and her hips were wider,
less boyish. If Cathy got suspicious, it could be explained away as poor
camera work on the part of her PI. Derek had never been happy with his
dull brown hair. Deirdre's was a fiery red. It was styled in a more
feminine cut. The only other hair on her body was the neat triangle at
her crotch. Derek had invested in a full body waxing to further thin out
his naturally light body hair. All together, there was no doubt that the
person staring back at her was a woman. It was now time to get ready for
her first day as a secretary.
She walked over to her bed and picked up the ivory panties. Stepping into
them one leg at a time, she slid them up her silky legs until the soft
fabric framed her pussy. A matching strapless bra went on next. The
lightly padded cups pushed her breasts together deliciously. Next, she
sat down on the bed and slid the soft tan colored hose up her legs. Next,
she stepped into the blue lace dress. It had a high neck and lace
sleeves. She pulled it up and pulled up the zipper in the back. A pair of
matching blue leather pumps went on her feet. A pair of gold teardrop
earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet completed the ensemble. A
few spritzes of her favorite perfume and she was ready for her first day
as a secretary. Looking in the mirror, she winked at herself. The ruby
red lips puckered as she blew herself a kiss. She picked up the suitcase
by the door and walked out. Gone was Dereks boring car. She had replaced
it with a convertible. Deirdre was going to have so much fun.
Arriving at the office, she walked in through the front doors. Her
expensive heels clicked on the uncarpeted hallway outside the office. Her
nylon covered thighs rustled deliciously. She stepped in through the door
and walked over to Cathy's office. She noticed Cathy had had a desk set
up outside. Feeling oddly pleased, Deirdre sat down, crossing her legs.
She had just turned on her computer when Cathy rang, telling her to come
in. She got up, smirking a little and walked in. "Glad to see you ba..."
She stopped as she looked up and saw her new secretary. "I've made some
changes. I'm glad I don't have to dress like boring old Derek anymore,"
Deirdre explained.
Cathy started and cleared her throat. "Uhm, yes, yes, of course. It's
just...a little shocking. You don't look anything like Derek now."
"Thank you," she grinned, "Will that be all?"
"Yes. Thanks Deirdre," Cathy replied. Deirdre walked out and settled in
for a long days work.
Her work mostly involved managing Cathy's schedule, screening her phone
calls and fetching her files and coffee and a million other small things.
Compared to her previous job, it was a dawdle. It gave her enough time to
manage her IT duties as well. Time passed quickly. It was soon close to
the lunch hour. It was a Friday. The cubicles were emptying now as people
went out for lunch. Deirdre got up and walked to the ladies' room, happy
to not be sneaking in like a thief. She used the only empty stall at the
end. On her way out, she saw another woman from the next office over and
shared a smile and a nod, just another one of the girls. She walked out
to the car and retrieved the suitcase from the trunk of her car. Wheeling
it behind her, she walked by a group leaving the office. She could feel
the men's stares on her supple thighs.
Back in the office, she walked straight to Cathy's office. She knocked
once and entered. She closed and locked the door behind her. As expected,
Cathy was snoring with her head on her desk. A little bit of drool had
leaked from one corner of her pretty little lips. Of course, you should
never drink coffee brought by someone you were blackmailing. Grinning
widely, Deirdre took off her heels. She loved wearing them, but they made
heavy lifting harder. She pulled Cathy away from the table and laid her
down on the sofa. It took about fifteen minutes to completely strip the
unconscious woman. She left the panties and bra on in the interest of
expediency. She did take the black pantyhose. She quickly stripped out of
her own dress and hose. Unzipping the bag, she pulled out the mask. It
was a toned down copy of the Cathy she had worn on Christmas eve. Her own
short hair helped as she pulled the mask over her face and smoothed down
the edges. The darker pantyhose went on next. Then she pulled on Cathy's
red silk blouse and gray skirt suit. She stepped into Cathy's black
leather pumps.
Cathy quickly dragged Cathy over to the small attached closet and stuffed
her in. She locked the door to the closet. She went to the desk and sat
down. Taking a tissue from the drawer, she wiped down the drool. Next,
she started up the computer. It was absurdly simple to hack the password.
She wrote a quick email, purposely, mistakenly writing the wrong email
address. That would do for her boss. A quick search of the drawers turned
up the blackmail photos. The photos went into the suitcase. Cathy made a
quick trip outside to the bathroom. Returning to the office, she quickly
pulled the real Cathy back out. She took off the mask and replaced the
clothing on the original with some effort. She took a moment to wipe the
sweat this generated. Then she dressed in her lovely blue dress and hose
and put her shoes back on. She opened the door, turned and said, "Sure.
Let me just put the suitcase back." She took the suitcase back out to the
car and put it in the trunk. Walking back into Cathy's office, she closed
the door and walked over to her unconscious victim.
Taking a glass of water from the table, she splashed some on Cathy's
face. The blonde woke up and blinked her eyes open. Still a bit groggy
from the drug, she mumbled, "Wh..what happened?" Deirdre tried hard to
keep the smirk from her face.
"We were going over my new employment papers," the secretary explained,
"I just stepped out for a minute to return my suitcase to my car. I came
back and you were slumped over your desk. I think you're dehydrated."
"Hrmm," Cathy replied. Deirdre stayed with her until the effects of the
drug subsided completely. Cathy thought she might be sick and elected to
take the rest of the day off. Deirdre didn't argue. Of course, Cathy
would be taking a lot more than just the day, but she didn't know that
yet. Deirdre would also be taking a lot of days off, but not in the same
place as Cathy.
"Look daddy," the little boy said, looking through the binoculars. "Look
at that pretty sail boat." The boy's dad turned his own binoculars to
where the boy pointed. It had only taken him three years worth of savings
to fund this cruise with his wife and son. In return, he had so far seen
blue seas and blue seas and more blue seas. The excitement was wearing
off now and he was beginning to get irritated. His eyes caught the boat
his son was pointing to. A white hull and white sail, with a blue stripe
along the length of it. 'Derek's Revenge' Hmm, that was an odd name, but
whatever floats your boat...heh. He looked about for the vengeful Derek.
Instead he found a pretty brunette with shoulder length hair and
delicious curves. She wore a bright yellow bikini and was currently
sunning herself on the deck. She lifted her head at the horn from the
cruise ship and beamed at them, followed by a cheerful wave. This holiday
just got a lot better.
The large cruise ship blaring at her had interrupted Deirdre's reverie.
Even as the sun warmed her supple flesh, she had been ruminating on the
events of last Christmas week. She wondered where she would've been if
Cathy had hired a slightly more competent PI. That fateful Monday
evening, Derek had left the office in a panic. The first thing he had
wanted was to go home and check the contents red folder. If he hadn't
been so paranoid and spotted the brown sedan tailing him, Cathy would've
got her folder back by now. As it was he had spotted Lenny. The vibrator
was a panicked reaction. He had just wanted to give Cathy a reason for
her suspicious behavior. She had sighed with relief when she had seen the
brown sedan pull away. Her voyeur gone, she had looked in her box and
found the red folder. Inside, were records of bank transactions, from the
company account to an offshore account...in his name. Cathy had been
planning to embezzle from the company. No doubt, she had a male
accomplice waiting to clean out the account. Derek would be the patsy and
take the fall for all of it.
That was when panic turned to rage. If he had disliked Cathy before, now
he hated her with all his being. He wanted to ruin her. And this folder
gave him the way to do just that. Of course, it wouldn't be easy. Derek
was thoroughly implicated and would have to disappear. That part was
easy. Incriminating Cathy would be harder. The accomplice couldn't be
allowed to roam free of course. If only her bosses could find out about
her thievery. The account location and the bank would give up the fake
Derek. He would need access to the bank account. Who knew, maybe he could
score a bit himself. Of course he would have to access the account from
her computer to make her guilt complete. Cathy herself solved that little
problem herself by making him her new secretary. The thought of sneaking
in and masquerading as Cathy was the next logical step.
The very next day, he took two days off. A quick trip to the little
island later, he had divested Cathy of her fortune. The transfer would go
out just before Deirdre made her move. The little charade with the mask
firmly established Cathy's presence at her computer at the time of the
email. 'Cathy' had sent the transaction details to her boss by
'accident'. The company would quietly handle her and the island police
would nab the fake Derek thanks to an anonymous tip off. The money would
never be recovered. The police assumed that the two embezzlers had
disposed of the real Derek. Deirdre had quietly vanished by then.
Thinking back on that week, Deirdre couldn't help but smile. Luckily for
the sailor girl, there was a boat full of people to dazzle.
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