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Tyler and Renee walked over to the man in the suit, Renee moving quite easily in her wedges and jeans while Tyler was still getting used to the tightness of the pencil skirt paired with the height of his pumps. He knew he was getting better at walking in this outfit, but it slowed him down so much. Renee reached the man in the suit several steps ahead of him. "Hello," Renee said, leaning in to examine the badge hanging from the man's lapel - it had the letters 'AG&M' laser-cut into thick blue plastic. The man in the suit looked back, as if stunned by Renee and Tyler's forwardness. Renee smiled at him. "Hi. We're from Ringed Amusements." "Oh, yes, of course," the man stammered, sounding and looking like someone in his mid-fifties. He looked Renee and Tyler in the eye, back and forth, as if trying to get his bearings. He looked incredibly uncomfortable with this arrangement... or maybe he was nervous about being in the company of two gorgeous ladies and trying not to let his eyes wander too obviously. "Good. You're both here." Both? Tyler thought that was a weird thing to say. An entire rocket full of investors was more than just the two of them could handle, even if all they did was hand out packets and parrot "hello" over and over again. And Tyler could have sworn that Jackson set the head count for the event at three total girls, not just two. Tyler turned to Renee for some guidance. "I'm Renee," she said, to the man, and she extended her hand to meet his. "And this is Violet. We'll be helping you out today. What can we do to help you get started?" "Well," the man in the suit said, letting go of Renee's hand and shaking Tyler's. "I'm Noah. From AG&M. And... I don't know where to get started, honestly. The girl who usually sets these things up is back on Earth and thirty weeks pregnant. This is the first time I've ever been in charge of a welcoming committee." "Not a problem," Renee said. "That's exactly what we're here for. I've done a boatload of these in my career. You can hand the whole thing over to me, if you like." Noah brightened up a bit. "I think that might be for the best, miss." "Perfect. So, first things first - let's see when the rocket's arriving..." Tyler was taken aback by this display of Renee's. Great professionalism on her part, he had to admit... and great adherance to Jackson's rule #4 - to act with the utmost professionalism at all times. It surprised Tyler intensely. Renee was the same woman who, a few minutes prior, had bragged about how many men she had "freelanced" with the day before, how many more she was "freelancing" with later on today. The same woman who had worn a revealing white vinyl naughty nurse costume during the lounge event, handing out her personalized business cards and hoping to entice the male clientele into calling her up for a quick romp between the sheets. It was amazing how these girls could modify their self- expression from whorish to something else with such ease... Amber was the kind, motherly one; Renee was practically giving off the vibe of a bank manager or a corporate vice president. Lola's transforming attitude was patently obvious depending on who she was talking to - she had treated the male version of Tyler Hillman like a prince, then treated his female alter-ego like the hideously unpopular girl at high school. And all of these girls happily sold their bodies and services to anyone willing to pay for them. In the course of Renee's conversation with Noah, Tyler's view of Ringed Amusements, and the girls employed there, had been muddled even more. Noah and Renee hammered out the details for what was to happen when the rocket arrived. Noah would stay to the side, just watching Tyler and Renee at work. "You lovely ladies just stand there, looking pretty, and make sure everyone gets one of these folders," he said, digging into his satchel. He produced a stack of glossy, letter-sized packets, each emblazoned with the AG&M logo. He handed half to Tyler and half to Renee while explaining further. "There's schedules in there, scannable codes, corporate profiles, and so on. We're hoping these folks get a good impression of who we are, what we do... that we have our act together." "Of course," Renee said. Tyler nodded along with her, not sure of what else to do. She seemed to have this line of work down pat, and Tyler was more than happy to follow her lead. "Well, you ladies definitely seem capable," Noah said, holding his emptied satchel in front of his waist with both hands. "Am I forgetting anything?" Hugging the packets to her chest, Renee said, "Maybe. Usually, for something like this, the other girls and I will be wearing matching outfits. So that your clients will recognize the..." "Oh, damn it all," Noah muttered under his breath. "You're right. You're absolutely right. My coordinator told me about that before I left and I... I completely dropped the ball on that. She was supposed to... oh, god. Well..." Noah looked pensively at Tyler's body, scanning it up and down. Tyler wanted to take a step back on his heels, hide behind Renee, perhaps... he still wasn't used to being examined like this, no matter who was doing it to him. Noah eventually pointed at Tyler and addressed him directly. "What you're wearing," he said. "That... that might work. It's the same color as our logo." Renee took a long, close look at the packets in her arms, and Tyler decided to do the same. Indeed, the burnt orange AG&M logo on the packet matched almost perfectly with the fabric of Tyler's jacket and skirt. "I don't suppose you have a matching set?" Noah asked, looking at Tyler and Renee in turn. "Not yet," Renee said. "Give us a few minutes. Here, Violet." Renee grabbed the packets out of Tyler's arms, then handed the whole stack over to Noah. She then took her tablet out of her purse and pointed the built-in rear camera of the tablet at Tyler while backing away from him, step by step. "Don't move," she said, as she tilted the tablet up, then down, snapping photos of Tyler and his outfit. Tyler felt extremely self-conscious and could only stand there while Renee did her thing. "It looks professional, right?" Noah asked, leaning into Renee as he spoke. "Her suit, I mean. Like something you'd wear to work." "Oh, definitely," Renee agreed. She tapped a few buttons on her tablet and put it away in her purse again, then pulled out her smartphone and put it to her ear. Tyler fidgeted with his hands, glad that the photo session was over. "Jackson," Renee said, into her phone, as Noah and Tyler smiled and stared at each other awkwardly. "Yeah, hi. Just sent you some pictures. I need that outfit, in my sizes, sent up to the docking spindle on the 117th. The whole thing, shoes included. And tell you what, let's get a few other things... two pearl necklaces, two pairs of diamond studs, two pairs of pearl earrings, either drops or chandeliers... Hey, lady, pearls look great on me. I'm sure they'll look great on her, too. They match the trim on the suit, anyway... Yup, rocket's getting here in about thirty. The sooner, the better...Yup, I'll do that. Thanks, honey." She pocketed her phone again and turned to Noah. "I should be all set in about twenty minutes." "Excellent," Noah said. "You're clearly much better at this than I am." "That's why we make the big bucks," Renee said, smirking. She turned to Tyler again. "And Jackson wanted me to tell you that you look lovely today, Violet. Her exact words." "I'm sure," Tyler said. Even from 70 floors away, she was still giving him unwanted compliments about his... appearance. "Well, you certainly do look lovely," Noah said. "Both of you. Right, then. Is there anything else you need from me? I'm feeling awfully worthless right now." "You're allowed to be worthless, sir," Renee said. "We're here to do the heavy lifting. How about you tell us about your company while we wait for our things to arrive?" Renee guided Noah over to a small seating area near the dock, and Tyler followed along behind. They sat down. The tightness of his form-fitting pencil skirt allowed him to descend into the chair without holding the skirt behind him as he sat, which was a welcome change from the previous things he had worn. However, as Renee and Noah talked with each other and Tyler listened, he couldn't help but notice how tightly the skirt held his knees together. And as the conversation went on, he noticed the skirt slowly creeping up his thighs any time he fidgeted in his seat. After a few minutes, he had to lift his shapely ass off the chair and pull the hem of his skirt down, where the process started anew. It was frustrating to deal with. He almost wished he was wearing the shorter, flouncier black skirt that Amber had given him when he first arrived in the dormitory. That skirt knew how to stay put. Several minutes later, along came a delivery robot identical to the one Tyler had seen in the dormitory hallway yesterday. It brought another taped-up box and another clothes rack, and through the plastic coverings, Tyler could see a duplicate of the skirt suit he currently wore. He figured this suit was a product of Jackson's printing press on the 5th floor, the one she talked about the other day... it could print textiles, fabrics, and entire outfits on demand. Impressive, Tyler had to admit. Renee scanned the docking spindle for a private restroom and, upon finding one, excused herself politely from Noah's company and beckoned Tyler to come along with her. She locked the door after they entered. "You take care of your jewelry," Renee said, handing the tape-sealed box to Tyler, "while I get dressed. You need any help, you just let me know, but I'm gonna be short on time as it is." "I'll be fine," Tyler said. He tore the tape off the box and opened the flaps as Renee pulled the clothes rack into a corner and began to extract her garments from their protective plastic sheets. Looking into the box, Tyler saw a pair of high heels identical to the ones he had on, though maybe a size larger. He took the shoes out and placed them on the ground. Then he dug back into the box, where he found the jewelry that Renee had ordered from Jackson - pearl necklaces, dangly pearl earrings, and diamond studs. He titled his head and sighed, knowing that he would be wearing all of it soon enough. "Well, if you need help, don't be too proud to ask," Renee said as she unzipped her jeans and peeled them down her long, dark legs. "Amber was telling me about you. About growing up on Mars and everything. Said you'd never been allowed to wear earrings before." "Yeah," Tyler said. He leaned toward the mirror and turned his head, then pulled his shoulder-length auburn hair behind his ear. The nanobots must have done their job yesterday, after Amber had sent that message over to Jackson. Each of Tyler's ears had two holes in them - one in the middle of the lobe, and one slightly higher up. He gripped one of his lobes between a finger and thumb and felt the hole there, small but noticeable. He turned to face Renee. "Wait, Amber was telling you about me?" "Pff. Girl, Amber tells everyone about everyone. Have you met her? Aren't you her roommate? Can't go ten seconds without saying something to someone." Renee pulled her crop-top over her head, causing her breasts to bounce inside her bra. "Sorry about your childhood on Mars, by the way. Sounds pretty rough." "Uh, yeah. It was rough," Tyler said, watching Renee get undressed, unable to ignore the fact that her breasts were smaller than his. "I might need to talk to Amber about maybe not divulging other people's life stories without their permission." "Oh, come on, lighten up," Renee said. She put her arms through the sleeves of the off-white satin blouse and buttoned it up from the bottom. "Everyone's got some crazy shit from their past. Nobody at the company came out here with a clean slate in their back pocket. Hell, nobody on the entire station had a perfect life before they showed up. Welcome to Saturn Beta... best refuge in the solar system." "Oh yeah?" Tyler said, lifting a necklace and two pairs of earrings out of the box. "Hit me, then. Life story in two minutes or less. Go." Renee laughed darkly as she stepped into the burnt-orange skirt, pulled the tightly-fitted fabric past her knees, and zipped it up from behind. "Two minutes isn't even enough for the prologue. Let's just say I'm a businesswoman who came out here for a potential opportunity that never quite coalesced. C'mon. Get going on your jewelry so we're not late getting back out there." Tyler turned back to the mirror, kind of annoyed that Renee knew way more about him than he did about her... although, now that he thought about it, what Renee knew was only his fake life story rather than his real one. He smiled deviously at himself in the mirror. He was plenty glad that the sob-story about the mining colony on Mars was making the rounds so well, and that his coworkers were latching onto it so willingly. He wondered if Jackson, too, had heard the fabricated story by now. Mustering himself, Tyler took up the pearl necklace, unscrewed the fastener, and wrapped it around his neck. He fastened it in front so he could watch himself in the mirror as he worked, then flipped it around so the fastener was hidden from view between his neck and his hair. It felt different from the choker he had to wear for the lounge event - heavier, bulkier, resting against his clavicles and hanging near his cleavage. The next step was the earrings, and Tyler had to study them for a while before deciding on a plan of action. He elected to put the diamond studs in first and, after familiarizing himself with the various parts of the studs, he fitted the pins through the upper holes in his ears and snapped the stoppers on from the other sides of his ears. This process felt utterly alien, and the studs pinched Tyler's ears faintly, but his efforts resulted in Tyler's ears sparkling prettily in the bright lights of the women's room. The last bit was the dangly pearl earrings. These had long golden hooks rather than pins and stoppers, and Tyler found it easy enough to thread the hooks through his lower lobes. The pearl earrings were much heavier than the diamond studs, each dangling three pearls in ascending size between tiny lengths of gold chain. It would take some time to get used to this new weight hanging from his ears, where no weight had ever hung before, but it didn't feel unpleasant and the image Tyler presented in the mirror became all the more professional and ladylike. He genuinely liked the way he looked, just as he had liked the way he looked yesterday when Amber had gotten him all dolled up in the tea-length green dress. He turned his head from side to side, mentally congratulating himself on a job well done, unable to stop grinning at what he saw in the mirror. Newly dressed in her matching skirt suit, Renee stuffed her previous outfit into a short-term locker, joined Tyler at the mirror, and began working on her own jewelry. Tyler stepped back and left her to it, pacing around in the women's room on his high heels, finding that he was finally accustomed to them, that wearing them and walking in them had become something of a second nature. His attention had migrated to his jewelry instead... the faint pinch of the studs, the weight of the pearls... "Done," Renee said, almost instantly. Tyler turned and silently marveled at how quickly Renee had put on her own jewelry. "Ready?" "Ready," Tyler said. Renee unlocked the women's room door and held it open for Tyler, who tugged on his jacket, smoothed his skirt, and confidently strode out into the docking spindle on his three-inch heels. ***** The newly-bejewelled Tyler and Renee picked up their stacks of AG&M packets and stood on either side of the docking station doors, waiting for the rocket to unload its passengers. The rocket had docked while they had been in the bathroom. Tyler looked out of the big bay windows at the rocket - it looked like a luxury model, something much nicer than what he had taken when he left Miami. The passengers on this rocket had likely been aroused from their hypersleep several hours ago and then eaten, rehydrated, taken showers... the amenities on those luxury rockets were comparable to the types of things Connie Giordano had taken Tyler to yesterday. He fondly daydreamed about Connie for a moment while Noah wrung his hands nervously. "Hopefully this goes well," he said. "You ladies should know, the people on this rocket could be huge for us. The capital investment potential makes my head spin. They're the only group we're targeting during this convention, and..." "Noah, honey," Renee said, resting her hand on Noah's twitchy shoulder. "You'll do fine. I can tell. We'll do fine, too. Won't we, Violet?" "Hmm?" Tyler said, snapping out of his daydream. He straightened his posture and looked Noah in the eye. "Oh, absolutely. Yes sir." "Will you ladies be there for the other events?" Noah asked in a hopeful voice. "I know we're hiring some girls for the booth, and for the private reception we're doing later. Probably a few other things." "We sure will be," Renee said. Tyler remembered Jackson mentioning this the other day - he was expected to be available for any and all events AG&M had lined up. That would be easy enough. It would be worth it, too, if it meant he would have the chance to get a bead on some potential side work for his and Dennis' business. He slavered at the thought of being in close proximity to high-powered investors, engaging in info- brokering again, even if he had to be in a woman's body wearing feminine clothing the whole time. He could use this body to his advantage, anyway, and not just the advantage of disguising himself from the wrath of Gordon Rosenthal. Noah wasn't the only one with his eyes on the "potential" of this convention, especially if this investment group had as much money behind it as Noah claimed. Tyler hoped Jackson would book him for even more events with companies other than AG&M. He could make a killing out here, if the cards fell his way. The doors hissed with the sound of pressurization, and then slid open. Tyler craned his head to look down the walkway between the spindle and the rocket. Coming toward him were ten people - seven men and three women, by Tyler's count - all wearing business suits and carrying stylish briefcases. Several stewards and stewardesses scurried around behind them, carting the passengers' luggage down the walkway and loading it on to a wheeled robotic cart. Noah stood between Tyler and Renee, and he waved at one of the older businesspeople, who waved back. A good thing that Noah wasn't going into this completely blind, Tyler thought. It would help calm his nerves if he knew at least one or two of the investors ahead of time. Noah extended a hand to his contact, who shook back. "Well, hi there!" Noah said. "Welcome! How was the flight?" "Oh, fine," the investor said, rolling his neck as he spoke. The other investors fell in line behind him while Tyler tapped his sparkly-pink fingernails along the packets in his arms, waiting for his turn to do something. "Still recovering a bit from the hypersleep. They told us we'd been out for a few days. It really does a number on your back." "Oh sure, sure," Noah said. He gestured toward the interior of the spindle. "So, here we are. You've got your hotel sorted out already, right? Violet and Renee here can take you to the elevators." On cue, Tyler smiled toothily at Noah's contact, then at the line of investors behind him. Most of the men smiled back at him and surreptitiously gazed at his chest. Most of the women looked off to the side. The majority of the investors seemed to be in their forties or fifties, while one of them was about the same younger physical age as the Violet Taylor body that Tyler wore currently. As Noah and his contact exchanged small talk, the younger man kept catching glances at Tyler, checking out his legs, his breasts, his waist... and Tyler knew who his mark was, right then and there. That was easy. "And we have a little something for you all," Noah concluded, motioning the investors toward the two lovely ladies in the pumpkin-colored suits. Tyler straightened atop his heels. "The girls have some packets for you. Just a convention schedule, a rundown of some of the events AG&M is hosting, and that kind of thing." "Right," the investor said. He went over to Renee and took a packet from her. The rest of the line of investors split into short lines to receive their own packets, and Tyler handed his out, smiling and saying hello to the first four people who approached him, who took their packets from him without thanks. The last one, as Tyler had expected, was the younger man who had been thoroughly checking him out. Tyler armed himself with his best sultry voice, handed the young man a packet, and said, "Hi, there." "Hi," the young man stammered. "Thanks." "You're welcome," Tyler said. He clasped his empty hands together and held them behind his back. He then arched his back slightly, pointing his breasts at the young man and flirtatiously smiling at him. The young man sheepishly smiled back before turning away to fall in line again behind Noah's contact, who Tyler gathered was the most high-ranking member of the investing group. Of course, everyone had to be on their best, most professional behavior while in the presence of the big boss man. Tyler figured he would have gotten a much more favorable reaction from the young mark had the two of them been alone together. A moment later, the line of investors pointed itself at Renee, who waved everyone over to follow her to the elevators. She gave Tyler a sign- language flourishing of her hands, directing him to stay in the rear of the investors group and not let any stragglers get left behind. Tyler nodded at her, scanned the docking station for all the newly-arrived rocket passengers, and followed along in the back. Lucky for him, the young man he had his eyes on was the last one in line. The mark had done that on purpose, of course. He wanted to be as close to Tyler as possible. Tyler had pulled that stunt before, as far back as middle school, when he, too, had stood near a girl he liked while waiting in line for lunch. Tyler smirked and came alongside his mark. "So," Tyler said, still using his sultry voice, "have you ever been to Saturn Beta before?" "Ah, no," the young man said. "It's my first time off Earth, actually." "You've never been to space?" Tyler said, playing up his surprise for added effect. "Really? You look like a put-together man. Someone well- traveled. I'm shocked." The man snorted. "Yeah, well, I'm not. Travel isn't a big deal for my family. The most I've ever done is head down to the Florida Keys a couple of times." Tyler's heart jumped. The Keys! He'd been there a million times during his life in Miami. The very mention of it made him homesick. He put that thought out of his head, though, because he had to stay on task. Now he had something in common with his mark, which would make the rest of the upcoming process that much easier. Tyler narrowed his eyes. The con was on. "Are you from there?" Tyler said. "Florida?" "Yeah. Miami." "Oh, interesting. I know some people from Miami," Tyler continued, holding as much information back as possible, trying not to get too excited about how easy it would be to get into this young investor's good graces. Tyler put some extra sway into his wide hips as he walked, as much as his tight knee-length skirt would allow, hoping the young man would notice. "Oh. Cool," the young man replied as the group exited the docking spindle and approached the elevators. "Have you ever been there?" Shaking his head, Tyler said, "No. I grew up on Mars and then came straight here. Never been to Earth." "Wow, really?" the young man said, turning to face Tyler, who put on a pitiable expression and stared down at the pointed toes of his pumps. "Really," Tyler replied. "Huh. Well, that's a shame. If you're ever in Miami, you could look me up. I could show you around." "Oh," Tyler said, looking up at the mark hopefully. "That'd be nice. I'd like that." "And maybe you could show me around on the station, here. You seem like you know your way around." "Sure, definitely," Tyler said, pleased with himself for successfully getting the young investor interested in him. The verbal flirting and body language had worked. Now it was time to switch things up and make the young man do more talking. Tyler continued: "I don't know, though... I'm going to be really busy for the next few weeks. You probably will too, right?" The mark sighed and slowed his pace, allowing the rest of the investors to move several steps ahead. "Yeah, probably. Maybe. I don't know. Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm even here. My family owns a big share of this firm, and they wanted someone from the family to tag along and... supervise, I guess. I'm not thrilled to be here. I might ditch out as often as I get the chance." He turned and looked directly at Tyler with warm hazel eyes. "So I might not be that busy, is what I'm trying to say." "Ah ha," Tyler said. "Well, you should at least come to the stuff we're putting on for you." He pointed at the packet in the investor's arm. "I'll be around for most of it. And, yeah, once the events are over, and if I have some free time, I can totally show you around the station. I know some good spots." "Great!" the mark exclaimed, clearly excited at the idea of seeing Tyler again. "Okay, well, I'd better catch up to the rest of them. Gotta get myself situated at the hotel." As the two of them quickened their pace, and as the dangly pearl earrings bounced against Tyler's jaw and neck, Tyler made one more move for some preliminary information on his mark. "Where are you staying?" he said. "Uh... some place on the... 11th floor. Or 12th floor. I don't remember." "Oh, that's fine," Tyler said. "I'm sure it's a nice place. I'm Violet Taylor, by the way." "Violet Taylor. Hi," the mark said. "I'm Ben Rosenthal." And Tyler's heart nearly exploded out of his well-endowed chest. ***** Noah, Renee, and Tyler all waved politely as the elevator doors closed around the group of investors who had arrived on the luxury rocket minutes ago. As he waved, Tyler's eyes stayed locked on Ben, his mark, the young investor... Ben goddamn Rosenthal. He'd have to check with Dennis to make absolutely sure, but Tyler was almost positive there was a familial connection between young Ben and the elder Gordon. There had to be. Gordon Rosenthal had his fingers in many industries, many companies, many investments... and he had family members strategically positioned within those businesses, typical of the extremely wealthy types who were bent on creating a dynasty. Now the message Dennis had sent made more sense. Gordon Rosenthal had booked some spaceflight travel, but not for himself. He had booked it for Ben. "Violet?" Renee said, piercing through Tyler's deep train of thought. "The doors closed. You can stop waving now." "Oh," Tyler said. He lowered his hand and looked at Renee. "Sorry. Got a little distracted there for a minute." Renee gave Tyler a sideways glare and then turned to Noah. "All right. I think that went well. How're you feeling about it?" "Good," Noah said, nodding thoughtfully. "Good, I think. I got my man there to promise to come to dinner with me later tonight." "Well, you're well on your way, then. Is there anything else we can help you with right now?" "No, I don't believe so," Noah said, beaming at both Renee and Tyler and extending his hand for a shake. "And you both did very well, too. Thank you for being so understanding with regards to my... inexperience. I had no idea what I was getting into when my coordinator told me I'd have to do this whole thing myself." "Oh, you did great, Noah," Renee said, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder and smiling. "Really, you did." "You did," Tyler agreed, finally able to speak properly again. The name of Ben Rosenthal kept echoing through his mind. It was all he could do to stay present in the foyer of the 117th floor, standing here with Renee and Noah, pretending to give a damn what they were talking about. He had to force himself not to run away on his three-inch heels, dig his smartphone out of his purse, and contact Dennis immediately. "Well, then, I suppose I'll see you lovely ladies again soon. Do you already have the schedule of events? I have a couple extra packets in my..." "We have it," Renee interrupted. "Our employer has given us all the details. We're booked for whenever you need us." "Excellent," Noah said, taking up his satchel again. "Well. Nice to meet the two of you, and thanks again for your help today. See you soon." "Looking forward to it," Renee said, smiling. Tyler smiled as well, by instinct alone. His mind was a billion miles away. Noah pressed a button to call the elevator, stepped on, waved to the two ladies in the burnt orange suits, and departed. Renee put her hands on her hips. "Hmm. Well, that went okay, I guess. Not much there we could've screwed up. Easy money." She dug her tablet out of her purse again and pecked around on it for a moment as Tyler's brain reeled and his heart pounded at the thought of a member of the Rosenthal family, in the flesh, present on Saturn Beta. "I'm gonna go get out of these clothes," Renee said, talking as she fingered her tablet. "Then I got some more work in about an hour. Are you okay?" "Hmm?" Tyler said. "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure?" Shrugging, Tyler said, "Yeah. I'm sure." "Just saying," Renee said, putting her tablet back in her purse. "You and that guy in the back sure seemed to get along. And you've been acting like a moron since he got on the elevator." "Oh. Er... I guess we got along okay. I hadn't noticed." "Uh-huh. You gonna try to snap him up for some freelancing?" Tyler took a step back, slightly horrified. "What? No!" "Should've slipped him one of your business cards. He would've been able to book you easier, that way." "I don't... Renee, I didn't want him to book me." "Oh, wait, right," Renee said, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry. Amber told me about that, too. About how you're not pulling any... side work. And about how you're..." "A lesbian," Tyler said, folding his arms under his breasts. Once again he battled with the annoyance he felt at Amber mixed with the satisfaction that his fabricated life story had caught on as gospel truth. "Yup," Renee said. "Yeah. Sorry. Didn't mean to insinuate anything." "Sure you did," Tyler said. He glared at Renee in mock anger and sarcastically chirped, "How dare you." "Pff. How dare me. Right. Anyway, like I said, I have places to be and big, meaty cocks to suck. You good getting back to the dorm by yourself?" "I should be able to manage," Tyler said, pressing the down button on the bank of elevators. "All right. Well, take it easy. See you for the next AG&M thing, whenever that is." She pointed a thumb over her shoulder. "I gotta go grab my clothes." And Renee was off, clicking through the 117th floor foyer on her heels, much more confident in her stride than Tyler had been throughout the event. He looked down at his feet again, at his pumps, realizing that he hadn't wobbled much since putting his jewelry on and leaving the women's room just before the shuttle arrived. Fingering his necklace, he imagined that the pearls adorning his ears and neck had some kind of balancing power in them, something that allowed him to wear and walk in his three-inch heels as if it were second nature... "Or maybe I'm just getting used to them," he mumbled to himself as the elevator doors opened again. The car was empty. Fortunate for Tyler, since he had an incredibly important piece of work to take care of and didn't want to have anyone looking over his shoulders. He moved into the car, rested his skirted behind on the wall railing, pressed the 48 button, and took his smartphone out of his purse's zipper pocket. Tyler's solitude was short-lived, as the elevator slowed and stopped, picked up passengers, started descending again, and repeated the process. Many pairs of male eyes looked Tyler up and down. Tyler took no notice of them as he furiously searched through online databases and news sites, looking for anything he could find on the person of Ben Rosenthal. By the time the elevator had gotten to the 94th floor, Tyler had confirmed beyond doubt that Ben was, indeed, related to Gordon. Not just related: Ben was his youngest son. Recently graduated from a prestigious business school, according to the latest news. Daddy got him a job with one of the companies he had a stake in, hence the suit and tie and the big important business trip out here to the convention... and hence why Ben Rosenthal didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the investors, age-wise; and hence why he was more than happy to stay in the rear of the crowd, chatting with the flirtatious young Violet Taylor. Tyler exited from his searches and brought up his messaging program. He brought up Dennis' thread, the most recent message of which was Tyler's mention of how much wild west pussy he was getting - MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE. He smirked at his own crudeness and began to tap out a new message: THERE'S BEEN AN INTERESTING DEVELOPMENT. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU CAN CHAT SECURELY. Tyler sent the message. He couldn't tell Dennis anything about the morning's events, no matter how much he was bursting at the seams to discuss the appearance of Ben Rosenthal, unless he was sure nobody else was watching. He needed to keep it to himself for now. ***** The elevator soon reached the 48th floor and Tyler stepped out into the foyer, then turned toward spindle #7 and walked confidently and steadily on his heels. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glance of the coffee shop Paul had tried to take him to yesterday after the date with Connie Giordano. Curiosity suddenly came over Tyler, and he wondered about Paul for a moment... specifically about how he had reacted during the lounge event, when Tyler was wearing that insane French maid outfit, after Jackson told him what Tyler's name was - Violet Taylor. Paul had mentioned it again yesterday, as if the name Violet Taylor had some special significance to him. What could it be, though? Names were just names, after all... Perhaps Tyler would allow Paul to explain himself the next time they ran into each other. Depending on how Tyler was feeling at the time, of course, and assuming Paul could grasp the fact that Tyler would never, ever have sex with him. Ever. Even though Paul was a handsome specimen, for sure... tall and strong, confident in the way he spoke, upright in the way he carried himself, more than willing to help a damsel in distress. Tyler felt an odd, roiling sensation in his guts while thinking about Paul. He chalked this up to the fact that he hadn't had anything to eat yet today, and he pushed the thoughts of Paul out of his mind and continued through the spindle. "Ah, good," came a familiar voice from Tyler's periphery. Tyler turned. It was Jackson, done up in her typical subdued but sexy business suit and chopstick-adorned hair, coming out of the main Ringed Amusements entrance. Today's suit was the same forest-green one she had worn on the day when Tyler had first arrived on Saturn Beta. He stopped upon seeing her. "Jackson. Hi," he said, suddenly extremely conscious of what he was wearing. He pinched the sides of his skirt and tugged down slightly, trying to get the hem to go beyond his knees. "Just the person I wanted to see," Jackson said, adjusting her glasses. "We need to discuss some things, if you have a moment. And I need some coffee. Let's walk and talk." Not waiting for an answer, Jackson strode down the spindle toward the foyer on a pair of green pumps that matched Tyler's in heel height. He followed along obediently, not sure of what else to do. He came alongside Jackson and waited for her to say something... which she didn't, until they were halfway through the queue at the coffee shop - the same coffee shop Paul had tried to coax Tyler into yesterday. "It's on me, by the way," Jackson said, leaning toward Tyler while studying the menu board intently. "Your coffee." "Oh. Thanks," Tyler said. "Mind if I get something to eat, instead? I'm starving." "Well, sure. Or you could have coffee AND something to eat, and not assume that I'm a miserly old cheapskate who isn't generous to her employees." Jackson turned and smirked at Tyler, who smirked right back. Was this Jackson's idea of flirting? She'd always armed herself with that faux- bitch attitude, which certainly served her well as the big boss lady of the finest glorified whorehouse in the solar system. Tyler had to wonder if there was a softer, more sensitive side hiding underneath Jackson's no-nonsense exterior. "I'll take you up on that," Tyler said, eyeing the pastry case. "Let's see... I'll have three of the egg-and-cheese croissants, and seven slices of cranberry-poppyseed pound cake, and a couple dozen cinnamon scones." "One scone. Got it," Jackson said. Tyler laughed through his nose as Jackson cracked the faintest hint of a smile. They eventually received their coffee and food - one breakfast croissant for Tyler, one muffin for Jackson - and sat down at a small round table toward the rear of the coffee shop, secluded from the rest of the patrons. The boisterous crowd at the front of the store made plenty of noise, sufficient for drowning out whatever it was Jackson wanted to talk about. She and Tyler crossed their legs under their skirts simultaneously, then bent sideways to deposit their purses on the floor under their chairs. Neither of them paid much mind to how they were mirroring eachother's actions. "Okay," Tyler said, folding his hands together atop the table. He stared at Jackson. "I'm all ears." "Clearly," Jackson said. She took off her glasses and slipped them into a pocket on her blazer. "Renee was right, by the way. The pearls look good on you." Acutely feeling the weight of the jewelry hanging out of his ears, Tyler shrugged. "Thanks." "As do the nails. Did you pick out that polish yourself?" "No. Connie picked... is that what you wanted to talk to me about? Earrings and manicures?" "Of course not. One can't help but notice, though. It's... Mr. Hillman, you look amazing. And I'm not just talking about the work the nanobots did. I'm talking about the whole package. It's your third day since the changes, I'll remind you. You've taken up the mantle of femininity especially well in such a short amount of time. The average person would be hard-pressed to believe that you were a man this time last week." "I still am a man, Jackson," Tyler said, fuming slightly. "Of course." "This is a disguise," Tyler said, pointing to his chest. "That's all. Just a way to stay hidden. And this wasn't what I would've picked out for myself, if you'd actually allowed me to have some input. You made the choice for me." "I made the business decision, Mr. Hillman, based on the needs of the company at the time of your arrival and the... desperation of your circumstances. I think we can both agree that the arrangement has worked out fairly well so far. For both of us." "For you, maybe," Tyler grumbled. He took a bite out of his breakfast and chewed it uneasily. "You could have put me down in the printing press on the 5th floor. I could've hidden out just as easily and gotten plenty of work done to pay off my debt." Jackson tilted her head forward. "But that's not the work that needs to be done right now. The current demands on my business don't extend to the printing press. The guys down there are bored out of their minds right now with nothing to do. Physical goods, in the weeks surrounding a convention, simply aren't in high demand. Services are." "Services," Tyler said, recrossing his legs under his skirt. "That's a nice way of putting it." "It's the only way of putting it, unless you like to be crude, which I don't." Tyler slumped, fiddled with one of his dangly pearl earrings, and stared at the steam rising off his coffee. "Still, Jackson, if we're being honest, I really wish you would've just... given me a less convincing disguise. If a job ever opens up down at the printing press, I'd rather work for you down there. As a man." "Hmm," Jackson said, picking a blueberry out of her muffin. "No you wouldn't." Tyler looked up at her. "I wouldn't what?" "You wouldn't rather work for me as a man." "Oh? You're a mind-reader now? You're not very good at it." "And you're not very good at lying. Let's check our messages, shall we?" Jackson took her tablet out of her purse and tapped through it while Tyler glared back at her, stupefied. What the hell did she mean by all that? Tyler had taken up the mantle of femininity especially well? He DIDN'T want to be a man anymore? Jackson was clearly delusional. "Ah," she said, finally finding what she had been searching for. "New mail, as of this morning, from Connie Giordano. Let's see what she has to say." Jackson cleared her throat, put her glasses on again, and began reading aloud. "Dear Jackson, Ringed Amusements Company, blah blah blah... I just wanted to express my utmost appreciation for your girl Violet. It's a genuine shame that you don't allow your clients to contact your employees directly, because I should very much like to shower her with compliments and deep thanks for her services yesterday." "Oh, God," Tyler groaned, putting his head in his hands, as his pearl necklace hung dangerously close to his coffee mug. He desperately hoped Connie didn't give too many details about what had happened yesterday... though she was much to classy to do that. Maybe. She did have that dirty-old-man side which liked to rear its head on occasion. "Continuing," Jackson said, clearing her throat again. "Violet, despite her brutal upbringing, presents herself as a refined young lady with excellent taste in style. She shows a distinct willingness to try unfamiliar things, engaging in these experiences with a true enthusiasm that you wouldn't expect from someone so obviously repressed. She had some initial hesitation, as one would expect, but that hesitation was brief and seemed almost perfunctory, manufactured, as if she felt like she had to hesitate even though, in the deepest part of her soul, she wanted to leap right in." Tyler rolled his eyes. "Oh, come the fuck on..." "She goes on like this for a while," Jackson said, setting her tablet down and holstering her glasses in her blazer pocket again. "Sufficed to say, she was extremely satisfied with her transaction. And she was satisfied with your... reactions to the events of the day. Which leads me to believe that no, Mr. Hillman, you would not rather work for me as a man." "All right, fine," Tyler said. "I had a good time yesterday, with Connie. Okay? I'll admit that. But that doesn't mean I don't want to have my old body back." "That's not what I said. I said, you wouldn't rather work for me as a man. Down in the printing press. Whether you want to admit it or not, working as one of the girls on the 48th floor is a hell of a lot more rewarding than working as one of my fabricators in the printing press on the 5th. The money is better. The hours are better, and you can decide how often you work. The day-to-day is always different, always interesting... and, more often than not, it's considerably more enjoyable than sweating away in front of a loud machine all day long. Let me ask you something: would you rather stare at dials and pull levers for two hours, or go to a salon and get your nails polished and your hair styled?" Tyler looked back at Jackson with vexation plastered all over his face. She didn't wait for a verbal response. "That's what I thought," Jackson said. "And it's nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I wouldn't want to work down there, either." Feeling thoroughly defeated, Tyler reached for his coffee and took a long, thoughtful sip. He had to admit it to himself, even if he'd never admit it out loud... Jackson was right. Working in the printing press on the 5th floor wouldn't have been nearly as easy, enjoyable, or undemanding as his current job at Ringed Amusements. And most of what Connie had said in her most recent message to Jackson was true. Tyler had been willing to try unfamiliar things - having his nails done, having his hair styled, getting a makeover - after getting over the initial awkwardness. And he had certainly tried a few more unfamiliar things later that day, after he and Connie had their high tea, when they had arrived back at Connie's hotel suite. Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his seat, tugging the hem of his tight skirt down, as if that would help him regain his feminine purity after the sexual exploits he'd engaged in with Connie yesterday. Those passionate, enjoyable, rapturous exploits... "Anyway," Jackson said, after swallowing some muffin. "The real reason for Connie's message was that she wants to book you again. She made mention of how her work interfered with her plans for yesterday, and that she had to cut things short. Is that what happened?" "Yeah," Tyler said, nodding. How nice of Connie to phrase it that way. "And I assume you're up for the job. That is, if you enjoyed Connie's company as much as she enjoyed yours." Tyler placed his coffee on the table again. Of course he wanted to see Connie again. Even including the crazy incident with the giant purple dildo, his "girls day out" with Connie had been, without question, the most enjoyable hours of his time spent on Saturn Beta. She had so much of what Tyler preferred in his lovers - style, class, little eccentricities, and a freaky side of her that came out in bed. He could feel his vagina warming at the thought of being around her again, and being intimate with her, even if she tried some more unexpected stuff in the bedroom. Despite his male ego urging him not to seek out any more feminine pleasures, he thrilled at the idea of another lesbian lovemaking session with Connie, whether it was just cunnilingus, or it involved the big purple dildo again, or even if it went to newer and crazier heights... "I guess I'm up for it," Tyler said benignly, trying to play it off like no big deal. Jackson reached for her coffee. "You guess. Well, gee, good to see that famous enthusiasm of yours in full effect." "Did she have a day in mind? Connie?" "She did," Jackson said. "Today. You're meeting her at her suite in an hour." "Um," Tyler said, shocked at the short turnaround from his previous job. "Well, okay, I guess I can make that work." "Good. Because I booked the job for you before I ever left my office," Jackson said. She raised her coffee cup in a toasting gesture and took a sip. "Okay. Wow. Thanks for the massive advanced notice there, boss." "You're welcome," Jackson said, ignoring the obvious sarcasm. "One other thing with this job. Completely optional, thanks to good old rule number one. Connie had a minor special request." "Uh oh," Tyler said. "How minor?" Jackson smirked deviously "Very minor. She just requested that you bring an overnight bag." ***** Jackson's pussyfooting had been completely unnecessary. She knew that Connie wanted to have sex with Tyler, and was booking Tyler's time and talents specifically for that purpose. Jackson should have just come out and said it instead of dancing around the issue. Tyler was annoyed with her as he left the coffee shop and strode angrily down spindle #7 atop his three-inch heels. "Overnight bag," Tyler muttered to himself in a feminine whisper. "God, Connie..." It was a foregone conclusion at this point, anyway - that he and Connie would be having sex again, should Connie ever request another appointment with Tyler before she left the station. Connie herself didn't need to dance around the issue, either. She should have just booked him, met up with him, and asked him to pack a bag at that time instead of getting Jackson involved with the intimate side of the business. Not that Jackson wasn't used to being indirectly involved with other people's intimacy... One thought brightened Tyler's mood as he went through the back entrance to the Ringed Amusements dormitory. Having sex with Connie, and having Jackson fully aware that it was going to happen, was a good way to re- assert his masculinity with his boss. Yes, he was technically prostituting himself, renting out his supermodel, feminine body to a client who wanted to ravish it for their pleasure... but that client was a woman - and a strikingly attractive one at that. Tyler was still all man where it mattered most: in his sex drive, his attraction to females, in the way his heart raced at the thought of making out with Connie, sucking on her pert tits and eating out her pussy. His anticipation grew as he ascended the staircase and entered his and Amber's room. He looked around the room for a bag - a suitcase, a duffel, anything to qualify for Connie's request that he bring an overnight bag. He eventually found a small rolling suitcase tucked away behind Amber's headboard, and he pulled it out, hoping Amber wouldn't mind him borrowing it. He had already borrowed plenty of her things before, after all. He opened the suitcase and wondered what, exactly, he was expected to pack. A change of clothes, obviously, and toiletries... but he couldn't determine anything other than that. He would usually bring his electric razor if he knew he'd be staying somewhere overnight, but that obviously wasn't necessary anymore. Tyler's mind flashed back to when Amber had talked to him about laser hair removal - LHR, she called it - and Tyler wondered how soon he'd need to concern himself with that, now that he had to worry more about leg hair than he did about facial hair. He bent over and felt the skin on his legs. It was still smooth and soft, but he could definitely feel the beginnings of some stubble growing there. He'd probably have to address that little issue soon. Not now, though. Now he had to pack. He rustled through his clothing choices - the red top and black skirt outfit he'd worn upon first transforming into a woman, the tea-length dress he'd worn yesterday, and the pumpkin-colored business suit he had on now. He could go down to meet Connie in the business suit, no problem... she'd probably find it very attractive on him. As for tomorrow morning, though, Tyler had no idea what Connie had planned and therefore had no idea how to prepare for it. He went back over to the delivered clothing rack and flipped through the garments there, eventually deciding on what he thought was the safest, most versatile bet: a sundress, similar to the kind of dresses Amber usually wore. The sundress was white in color and accented by a floral pattern that screamed femininity. Flirty without being slutty, cute without being childish, dressy without being too formal. It would probably work for anything Connie threw at him in the morning, and Tyler knew he would look gorgeous in it. He smiled as he took it off the hanger... then quickly wiped his smile away when he found himself getting too excited at the thought of wearing it. He was doing this for Connie, after all, not himself. He wasn't into wearing women's clothing. He just wanted to make Connie happy... and also wanted her to want him. A mischevious thought crossed Tyler's mind, and he finished packing as quickly as he could, throwing a change of panties and bra into the suitcase and zipping it closed. He took one last look at the dorm room and left, purse slung over his shoulder and suitcase rolling behind, and made for the service elevator in the foyer. He rode down to the 5th floor privately, which he was glad for, as the anticipation of preparing for his appointment with Connie was causing him to fidget and wobble on his heels. Eventually the elevator dropped him off at the 5th, and the doors opened up to display the noisy printing press. Tyler mustered up his courage, knowing that he was about to turn every head in the room, and strode out of the elevator. Many of the workmen stopped what they were doing to watch him go by, but none of them accosted him or wolf- whistled. Jackson clearly had them well trained with a look-but-don't- touch policy when it came to the girls from the 48th floor. Tyler had to wonder why Jackson had put the wardrobe all the way down here, forcing her female employees to saunter through a neo-industrial workspace - one dominated entirely by men - in order to get to their stash of outfits. Maybe there wasn't enough room on the 48th floor for it. Maybe it was more convenient to have it down here, immediately next to the lounge and the attached dressing room, so the girls could execute all of Ringed Amusements' invite-only events without having to go up and down elevators all day long. Or maybe Jackson had something sneaky in mind... maybe she thought that having to walk past a bunch of ogling eyeballs would toughen her girls up, get them accustomed to being stared at before entering the big, scary world of freelancing. Tyler squared his shoulders and walked confidently through the press, staring down the men who stared at him, trying to convey with his gaze that they had absolutely no chance in hell of getting under his skirt. "Gentlemen," Tyler said to the scattered crowd of workmen, with force and dignity behind his feminine voice, in the same way Jackson had done the other day just before the lounge event. He thought the best way to navigate the printing press was to appear as in-charge and unafraid as possible. He remembered Lola's advice about being confident, acting like he owned the place, and not being scared of anything. And he wasn't. None of these men would dare try anything lecherous with him, if they had heard the story of the lounge event and how the last person who gave unwanted physical attention to Violet Taylor had been, to use Zoe's words, knocked the fuck out. Tyler smiled to himself as the men stared. And they all stared, every last one of them, and hungrily. Tyler ignored their gazes outwardly, but internally he was somewhat proud of himself for putting on such an attractive appearance. Jackson had been right - he really did look lovely today, in his burnt-orange skirt suit and pearl jewelry. He hoped Connie would feel the same way.