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Ever the gentleman, Ben Rosenthal agreed to meet Tyler at the lobby of Pyramid Suites. Tyler wasn't interested in having other men on the elevator checking him out so brazenly, and he assumed that having Ben on his arm would discourage anyone from staring for too long. He wanted to give off the impression that he was Ben's woman... his date, for lack of a better term. Of course, that wasn't the case... but, well, it would make things less uncomfortable for Tyler, which his what he needed after the constant discomfort that had been inflicted on him since stepping into the electronics store on the 73rd floor yesterday. Besides, having Ben "pick him up" would make Ben believe that this was a real date, traditional gender roles and all. Which is exactly what Tyler wanted him to believe. Tyler held his burgundy leather purse, patting it to make sure everything was still in there, as he watched Ben approach from the 20th floor foyer. They both smiled at each other as the distance between them shortened and closed. Then they were in front of each other, less than a foot apart, and Tyler braced himself for what was obviously coming next. Ben moved in, wrapped his arms lightly around Tyler's waist, and gave Tyler a brief but warm kiss on the lips. Tyler let it happen, feeling a little sleazy... the last time his lips had been engaged with a man, they'd been wrapped around Ozzie's dick. Tyler shuddered at the memory of it and tried to focus on the current moment. This kiss with Ben was much more enjoyable. Maybe it was the comfort he felt in Ben's presence, or maybe it was the female hormones coursing through Tyler's body, but Tyler felt entirely at home in Ben's embrace. "Wow," Ben said, stepping away from the kiss and looking Tyler up and down. "You look fantastic." "Thank you," Tyler said, smiling genuinely at the compliment, patting the front of his little black dress. "It sure beats booth-babe outfits and saloon-girl dresses, doesn't it?" "I wouldn't go that far," Ben said. Tyler wasn't sure if he was joking or serious, but he giggled anyway. Ben held out his elbow and said, "Shall we?" "We shall." Tyler hooked his arm into Ben's and followed him through the foyer, to the bank of elevators, pressing the Up button with his pink-painted thumb. "So," Ben said, "where are we headed?" "You'll see," Tyler replied. "Ah. A surprise. How suspenseful." "I like keeping you on your toes." "I've noticed." The elevator eventually rang and opened. Tyler and Ben walked on, and Tyler hit the button for the 39th floor. The other people on the elevator - mostly men - had to strain themselves not to turn towards Tyler to check out his legs, or get a look at his D-cup breasts as they jutted outward against the tight fabric of his little black dress. They didn't dare make their interest obvious when Violet Taylor was obviously, clearly, in the possession of another man. A wave a relief went through Tyler's body as the elevator rose. A minute later the doors opened and Tyler and Ben stepped off, still arm in arm. Tyler brought Ben toward a bar... the same bar that Paul had taken Tyler to three days earlier, when Paul had offered the story of his life since arriving on Saturn Beta. What a weird discussion that had been. Bulky white guy Paul Mayfield, who Jackson had turned into a slight Korean girl named May Young, in order to serve her own business purposes and get her point across. It was that discussion with Paul that had convinced Tyler to get his navel pierced before the symphony. Things had only gotten weirder since. A waitress guided Tyler and Ben to a low booth near the back of the bar. Ben ordered his usual gin and tonic while Tyler ordered a glass of red wine. They made small talk for a while, which was enjoyable for Tyler, as Ben was an adept conversationalist and always had something interesting to say or witty remark on hand. After Ben was halfway through his drink, however, he suddenly clammed up. Tyler put down his wineglass. "Is everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah," Ben said, tracing a finger along the rim of his glass. "I mean, I guess. It's just that the convention is ending soon. I'm headed back to Earth after it's all over. Gotta get back to work." "Work. Babysitting investors, you mean." "Actually, no. I've got something better that I'll be doing once I get back. I have this idea for... well, anyway, that's a long discussion. But I'll be leaving soon. And... I won't be seeing you again." "Oh," Tyler said, pretending to act surprised. "Huh. I guess the convention is ending in a couple days. I hadn't really thought about that." "Yeah. So, this is it, probably. I doubt we'll run into eachother again before I head back to Earth. I'm going to be pretty damn busy between now and then. Lots of meetings." He stared wistfully into his highball glass. "Lots and lots and lots of meetings." Tyler leaned forward across the table. "Jesus... you really hate your job, huh?" "I don't hate it... I just don't like it very much." "You could quit," Tyler suggested. "There's lots of other jobs out there." Ben shook his head. "Nah. I don't want to leave the family business. I just want to start doing something different." He traced a finger around the rim of the glass. "Which is why I'm glad to be leaving for Miami. I'm hoping to make an internal move once I'm back." "What kind of internal move?" "The interesting kind," Ben said, smiling conspiratorially. "I don't want to talk about it too much, though. It'll just get me riled up. And I have to be as placid as humanly possible if I'm going to get through the next few days without going insane." "Well, then," Tyler said, raising his glass to toast. "To not going insane." Ben lifted his gin & tonic and clinked glasses with Tyler. "I'll drink to that. We've gotten off-topic, though. You've clearly missed half of what I've said." "What do you mean?" "I won't be seeing you again. This is it, Violet. The last hurrah." Tyler sighed. "Oh. Right. That's a shame," he said, while sorting out the plan in his head. Pulling Ben's data from his phone was an immediate need, a now-or-never situation. Tyler had planned on making his move tonight, the next time Ben left his phone unattended, but now the urgency was greater than it was before. Tyler squirmed in his seat a bit, newly nervous. "I'm not too happy about it, honestly. You're... look, I'm not usually this forthcoming about things like this. But you're quite literally the most attractive girl I've ever met." Tyler looked back at Ben, doe-eyed. "Whoa. Really? That's quite the compliment." "I mean it. You're fun to talk to, and you're obviously insanely good- looking... and you're smart, and you're kind of weird, which is always a good thing. I'm guessing there aren't too many women who work at a whorehouse but don't actually engage in... well, whoring, for lack of a better term." Tyler couldn't help but smile and shake his head. God, it was strange to hear someone talk about him like that. He felt his stomach and heart tingle. "So," Ben continued, "I'm a bit put out that I won't see you again after tonight. That's all I wanted to say." "Oh, Ben," Tyler said. He reached a hand across the table and laid it on top of Ben's. "It's really nice of you to say that. Really. Thank you." Ben turned his palm over and grasped Tyler's dainty hand in his own. "I meant every word." "Me too," Tyler said, unsure if he was lying or not. They looked into eachother's eyes for a moment. Tyler could see the abject frustration on Ben's face, mixed with sadness and longing. Soon he was back to his old self again, though, chatting away about his family and his life back in Miami. After their glasses were empty, Ben paid for the drinks and helped Tyler out of his seat. The two of them walked back to the bank of elevators and stood there for a moment, dumbly, as Tyler stared at the Up and Down buttons on the panel next to the doors. "Hmm," he said, desperate to stretch this out as long as he could. "I'm trying to think of somewhere else we can go. I've only been here for about a week myself, you know. I haven't had the chance to do much fun stuff." "I have an idea," Ben said. He guided his hand around Tyler's waist until his fingers firmly enclosed Tyler's side. "If you're up for it." Tyler shuddered as he felt Ben's hand on his side. Oh, God, Ben wasn't very subtle... and Tyler wasn't keen on the idea that Ben had in his head. Tyler wanted to stay in character, and wanted to keep stringing Ben along, though. And whatever Ben had in mind couldn't have been as bad as what Tyler had experienced in Ozzie's electronics store yesterday... Tyler resigned himself to what was coming next. He, looped his arm around Ben's back and squeezed, then looked up at his date with a sheepish but agreeable expression. "Sure, Ben," Tyler cooed. "I'm up for whatever you have in mind." "Great. Hopefully you'll dig it." Ben leaned forward and pushed the Up button on the elevator bank. One set of doors opened and Tyler and Ben walked on, still holding onto eachother for dear life. Ben mashed the button for the 109th floor. The ride up was silent and awkward, as they usually are when two people are eagerly (or reluctantly) anticipating the carnal conclusion to a date. Tyler leaned his head against Ben's jacketed shoulder and closed his eyes, mentally psyching himself up for what he was about to do. Anything to get the goods from a profitable mark, though. Anything at all... And, oddly, the more he thought about it, the less he feared it. Surrendering himself to Ben wouldn't be so bad. If he didn't think about it too much, it might even be enjoyable. Ben was a nice enough guy, unlike Ozzie, and Tyler doubted sex with Ben would be nearly as uncomfortable or humiliating. Hell, if he could close his eyes and shut out the world, maybe picture Connie penetrating him, or pretend that Ben's dick was a sex toy... it could end up being a pretty good time. Tyler actually felt himself warming to the idea, and he felt his feminine nethers warming as well. He looked up at Ben and offered a weak smile. Ben squeezed Tyler closer to him, rubbing his hips through the fabric of the little black dress. Tyler didn't shudder or flinch at all. The elevator doors opened on the 109th floor, and Tyler and Ben ended their embrace as they walked out into the foyer. Ben loosely grabbed Tyler's hand and escorted him along the floor. Tyler looked around at the spindles and storefronts in his field of view, searching for something that looked like a hotel, or a vacation rental... anyplace that could hold a bed and a bathroom, really. He didn't find anything that fit the bill. There was no lodging on the 109th. And now Tyler had no idea where the hell Ben was taking him. His pulse rose in a mixture of fear and curiosity. "I was up here yesterday," Ben explained, "doing my babysitting. Saw this place I wanted to check out. Hopefully it's not a total dive." Tyler followed Ben through the foyer. "Okay..." Ben pointed forward at a glittering marquee that read CHICAGO 1926. Beneath the marquee was a wide set of glass doors, which Ben opened for his date... and inside was a red-tinted room, filled with low chairs and low tables, at about half capacity with people nursing drinks and staring at the stage up front. The band played a slow but catchy tune to the enjoyment of the patrons, and to the confusion of Tyler, who had never heard this kind of music before. The stage was loaded with horns and a piano and a big standing bass, things Tyler had seen on historical websites before but never laid eyes on in real life. It took the air out of him. "Neat, huh?" Ben said, putting his hands on his sides and taking in the room. "Okay, so, the story is, a couple hundred years ago there was this thing called the Jazz Age. You can look it up. But the epicenter of that Jazz Age was a place called Chicago. It's up north in the United States. On Earth." "Ah," Tyler said, playing dumb. He'd been to Chicago plenty of times. For business, of course. "They're trying to recreate the feel of that with this jazz club," Ben continued, pointing around at the stage, the bar, the tables, and finally the waitresses. "Now we just need some girls in bob haircuts and flapper costumes, and we'll really be in business." Tyler giggled. "I'm sure my boss could rustle some up for us." "No thanks," Ben said, turning to Tyler and running a finger through his long, wavy auburn locks. "We don't need you cutting your hair that short. It's perfect the way it is." Tyler blushed. Ben approached the hostess stand and soon he and Tyler were being taken to a table near the stage. Tyler felt a sense of relief as he walked through the club, glad that Ben didn't have any ulterior motives for the evening... and, somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Tyler also felt a slight twinge of disappointment. He tried to ignore it. ***** The drinks at Chicago 1926 were nothing special, nor were the paltry offerings they had in the way of food, but the music was outstanding. Tyler wondered how he had gone his entire life without ever hearing jazz before. Perhaps it had just fallen out of style over the two-hundred- plus years since its inception, or perhaps Tyler just wasn't as worldly as he believe himself to be. Nevertheless, Tyler sat there in his little black dress, smooth legs crossed tightly under the skirt, tapping the beat against the tabletop with his long, pink fingernails. All the thoughts in his head drifted away as the band went from one song to the next. He was much more enthralled by the proceedings than Ben was. Ben seemed... distracted, in a way. Distant. After the first half-hour in the club, Tyler's curiosity got the better of him. He leaned over to Ben between songs and said, "Is everything all right?" Ben took a sip from his lackluster gin and tonic. "Yeah. I'm fine." "You don't look fine." "I'll live." Tyler shrugged a bit and returned his attention to the band. A slow snare and melancholy note from the trumpet indicated the start of a slow song, one which hypnotized Tyler in a matter of seconds. Soon after, Ben emptied his drink with a single gulp and latched onto Tyler's right hand. "You wanna dance?" he asked, his hazel eyes piercing through Tyler's defenses. "Oh, uh," Tyler stammered. His heart leapt at the thought. "I don't know. I've never done a whole lot of dancing. Back on Mars, we really weren't..." "To hell with Mars," Ben interrupted. "Come on. It's easy." Ben rose from the table and offered his other hand, waiting for Tyler to take him up on the suggestion. Tyler sighed, placed his purse under his chair, and allowed Ben to lift him out and up. "Don't look too excited," joked Ben. "I have no idea what I'm doing," Tyler said, as Ben lead him by the hand to the small dance floor in front of the stage, where only one other couple was dancing. "Really. This could get ugly." "If you're involved, Violet, it's impossible for something to get ugly." They stood in front of each other, and Tyler swallowed nervously. Ben wrapped his left arm around Tyler's waist, then took Tyler's right hand up in his left. Tyler, on the feminine side of a formal dance partnership for the first time in his life, tentatively placed his left hand on Ben's shoulder. After that, all they did was sway to the music, looking into eachother's eyes as they slowly, slowly rotated, with a mere inch of space between their chests. The band played on as Ben moved closer to Tyler, centimeter by centimeter, until Tyler's large tits rested against Ben's hard chest. Tyler might have been put off by the proximity of another man's body if he wasn't enjoying the music so much... if he wasn't enjoying the company, the attention, the compliments, the warmth... Ben eventually placed his mouth and nose atop Tyler's head, where he breathed deep the odor of Tyler's shampoo and conditioner. He emitted a tiny, satisfied moan. Tyler smiled, knowing exactly what that was like. What man didn't like smelling the top of his woman's head? There was just something about it. He couldn't fault Ben for wanting to experience it, even though he never wanted Ben to get the impression that they were romantically involved. This was just a harmless date. The kiss in Connie's suite yesterday morning was just a friendly way of saying thank you. And this dance was just that... a simple dance. Tyler rested his head under the crook beneath Ben's chin, closing his eyes, letting the music overtake him, feeling Ben's breath course through his wavy hair, enjoying the moment as much as he could. We like what we like, Tyler knew... and he really liked this, whatever it was. Several minutes into the song, Ben suddenly spoke up. "Come back with me," he said into Tyler's hair. "To Earth." Startled, Tyler lifted his head from Ben's chest and took a tiny step back on his heels. "What?" "I can put you up somewhere. I have a condo, fifty floors up, right on the beach. I've told you about Miami, right? It has beaches that go for miles and miles. Do you know what a beach is?" "Um," Tyler said, gathering himself and remembering to play dumb. "I've seen pictures of them. They look... nice." "You can sit there on the balcony, drinking coffee, watching the sun rise over the Atlantic, listening to the waves hit the shore. You can watch the surfers." Tyler stopped swaying, and took his hand off Ben's shoulder. "Ben, I... I mean, we barely know eachother." "I don't care. I like you enough to take the risk." Tyler was gobsmacked. He hadn't expected this, not at all. He expected Ben to proposition him for sex, which, somehow, was a more agreeable idea than what Ben actually had in mind. No way could Tyler return to Miami on the arm of some man he just met a few days ago. The thought of it became more ridiculous the more he thought about it, and that was before he even fully remembered that he was not Violet Taylor. He was Tyler Hillman, goddammit! Why was he even here, on a date with another male, wearing a little black dress and three-inch heels, letting his hair get smelled by the son of the man who had tried to ruin his life? What the fuck was he thinking? He'd had enough of this charade. Mustering up all his professional and social acumen, Tyler let go of Ben's let hand. "Can we go sit down?" he asked. Ben looked defeated, but he tried to keep a collected manner about him. "Yeah. Yeah, sure. I could go for another drink." Tyler returned to his seat, suddenly and completely unable to enjoy the jazz music emanating from the stage. He thought about his next move... he needed that phone. If only to prove to himself that he was still very much here for business and not for pleasure, he needed to get his hands on Ben Rosenthal's phone. He waited a few minutes for his and Ben's emotions to simmer down, then wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging himself tightly. He stayed like this for a few minutes more before turning to Ben and adding a somber tone to his voice. "Ben?" he said. Ben turned to him. "Hey." "Can I borrow your jacket? It's kind of cold in here." "Oh, yeah, sure," Ben said. He leaned forward in his chair and shrugged out of his jacket, then stood up and went around behind Tyler's chair, where he gently laid the garment over Tyler's shoulders. Tyler grabbed the lapels with his hands and pulled the jacket tightly around himself. "Thanks," he said, looking over his shoulder at Ben and smiling weakly. Ben smiled back, rubbed Tyler's shoulder, and retook his seat at the table. The waitress came through the club a minute later and Ben flagged her down, ordering himself another gin and tonic. Tyler surreptitiously worked his fingers through the interior of the jacket, feeling for the presence of hard plastic and metal that was Ben's GammaNow QX7 smartphone. There it was, inside a lower pocket. He ran his nails along its casing. Not wanting to be too obvious, Tyler waited a long while to make his next move. Ben tore through one gin and tonic and ordered another, while Tyler remained disciplined by slowly working through a single glass of red wine. Two long jazz melodies later, when Ben was most of the way through another drink, Tyler scooted his chair back an inch and reached down for his purse. "I'll be back," he said, looking into the disappointed eyes of Ben Rosenthal. He bent at the waist and gave Ben an apologetic kiss on the cheek. Ben had earned that much. Tyler made for the ladies room and went into the stall furthest from the door. He sat on a closed-lid toilet seat and fished Ben's phone out of the jacket pocket, then laid his purse on his lap and took out the puller. The tiny, sleek black object rested lightly in his hand with a stubby cable hanging out of it like a mouse's tail. Tyler found an adapter that fit the interface slot on Ben's phone, attached the adapter to the puller, and took a deep breath. Then he paused for a moment, listening intently to the noises of the ladies room. There weren't any. Tyler was alone in here, which is exactly what he wanted. "Okay," Tyler said, holding the adapted puller in one hand and Ben's phone in the other. "This had better fucking work." He plugged the puller into the phone. There was a brief flicker of light on the phone's screen, then a blinking of one of the indicator lights along the top rim, and then nothing. Tyler tried to remember what Ozzie had told him about the operation of the puller... plug it in, wait thirty seconds, pull it out again. There were no buttons to press on the puller's exterior case, and no digital readouts indicating progress, which made Tyler feel nervous and less in-control than he usually would when using one of these things. But he trusted the machine in his hand, and he vaguely trusted Ozzie, even though Ozzie was a scuzzball of the highest order. Though, granted, the scuzzballs were the ones you wanted to trust when it came to shady, illegal instrumentation like a puller. This business was not the realm of the law-abiding and well-behaved. Tyler counted backwards from thirty, mouthing the numbers as he went. When the thirty seconds were over and the phone's screen flickered once more, he removed the puller from the phone, disassembled the adapter at the end of the cable, returned all the objects in his hands to their former spots in his purse and Ben's jacket, and rose from the toilet seat. He flushed it, just to ratchet up the authenticity of his visit to the ladies room. Then he stepped out of the stall, checked himself in the mirror (hair still looked good, makeup still looked good), washed his hands, and gathered himself. He stood in front of the door leading back into the jazz club and paused, fully appreciating what had just happened. He'd done it. He'd finally fucking done it. He'd conned Ben into trusting him, taken the disgusting but necessary steps to extract his target's information, and pulled the trigger on the end of the operation. Tyler finally, at last, had what he wanted. Four days after marking Ben for a scam... and four days was a pretty short timeframe for someone in Tyler's line of work. The whole procedure had gone by relatively quickly, even if the details of that procedure weren't what Tyler would have chosen if it had been up to him. He'd done it, though! He had successfully used his talents - with the help of his ravishing new body - to do his familiar old job. Normally he would have felt proud of himself. Something, however, wasn't allowing him to experience the rush of a successful scam and a job well done. The honeypot had worked... but it had worked too well, too fast, and now Ben was much, much more interested in the person of Violet Taylor than Tyler ever would have expected. Tyler almost felt bad for the poor guy. He leaned against the door frame, with the warmth and scent of Ben Rosenthal draped over his shoulders. Tyler didn't want to go all the way through with this. Ben was, unlike most of the targets Tyler had scammed in the past, a genuinely nice person. Fun to be around. Gentlemanly. Not one to take extreme advantage of his family's fortune... nor one to take advantage of horribly drunk, incredibly attractive women who didn't have the wherewithal to resist. Whatever plan Tyler had for exploiting the information he'd extracted from the smartphone, Ben didn't deserve it. "Tough shit," Tyler whispered to himself, shoving his emotions down, back where they belonged. He gathered himself, checking his face and hair one last time in the mirror before returning to the club. ***** The remainder of the date passed in silence, apart from the jazz band on stage. Ben and Tyler didn't speak a word to eachother until what felt like hours later, when Ben suggested they call it a night. Tyler agreed and took Ben's offered hand, rising from the table and smoothing his skirt of the little black dress he wore. They walked out of Chicago 1926, into the foyer of the 109th floor, and toward the elevator while barely acknowledging eachother's presence. "Where can I drop you off?" Ben asked as they stepped into the elevator car. "Are you still staying in that suite on the 20th?" "Yeah. Thanks." Ben reached forward and pressed the button for the 20th floor. The doors closed and the car hummed to life, descending. "So," Ben said, breaking the silence after the first ten floors, "you still haven't given me an answer." Tyler pulled Ben's jacket tighter around himself and looked up at him. "Sorry. I mean... You're a great guy. Really. And I don't say that about too many people... at least, I don't mean it most of the time. But I mean it with you." "I'll take that as a compliment," Ben said, in a disgruntled voice. "You should," Tyler said. He moved closer to Ben until they were only an inch apart, then took Ben's hands in his own. He looked up at Ben with pleading eyes and spoke in a flirtatious, honest, and ultimately feminine voice. "I actually like you a lot. Maybe you don't believe me, but it's true. I didn't think too much of you when we first met, but, well... you've grown on me. You're interesting, and funny, and... handsome. I'd be lying if I said you weren't handsome." Ben seemed surprised to hear this. He let go of Tyler's hands and wrapped his arms around Tyler's body, pulling him in for a tight warming hug. Tyler hummed contentedly and rested his head against Ben's shoulder. He was happy to be here, in this moment with Ben, even if their relationship would cease to exist within the next hour. Ben lovingly stroked Tyler's long, auburn hair. "I didn't think much of you, either, Violet," he admitted. "I kind of thought you were just some dumb bimbo model. Then, y'know... I thought you were a prostitute." "I can't imagine what would've given you that impression," Tyler joked. "Yeah, well..." Ben said. "I'm glad you're neither. I'm glad you're actually just a regular, nice, funny, enchanting young lady. One that happens to be insanely hot." Tyler giggled. "And I'm glad you're not a scumbag. You're one of the very, very few non-creepy, non-sleazy men I've run into since I got to the station." "Oh, come on. We're not all bad." "Not all. Most. I've run into a hundred real dirtballs out here on Beta. Maybe four or five nice guys." The elevator halted its descent at the 64th floor. The doors slid open and - speaking of nice guys - on walked that now-familiar Indian (or Pakistani) man with the faint British accent. In his left hand was a bag... and accompanying him on his right side was a young girl, no older than ten years, holding onto his hand with a death grip. "Oh," he said. He tilted his head, as if not expecting to see what was in the back of the elevator car. Tyler and the man looked at eachother with complete mutual recognition, and Tyler took his head off of Ben's shoulder. He and Ben loosened their grips on eachother as the man turned around and leaned forward to push the button for his floor. The young girl accompanying him stared curiously at Ben and Tyler while the man's finger hovered around the upper 40's for a split-second before he pressed the button for the 44th, seemingly at random. He then tightened his hold on his faded canvas bag and stared straight forward at the closing doors. Once the elevator had started its descent again, Ben cleared his throat. "Hi," he said, to the little girl who hadn't stopped staring at the strange people in the rear of the elevator car. She didn't respond. The man looked down at her. "You can say hi," he encouraged. She stayed silent. The man turned to face Ben and Tyler, flushed with unnecessary embarrassment, as though apologizing for the fact that his companion was the shy type. He stifled a yawn as the 44th floor arrived, then stepped off with the little girl. The doors closed again. "That was weird," Ben said. "Huh," Tyler said, leaning into Ben's embrace again. "He has a kid." "You know him?" "That was one of the other nice guys," Tyler explained. "I've run into him a couple times. One of the few men on this station who can be in the same room with me for ten seconds without looking at my breasts twenty times." "Hmm. He sounds like a real gentleman." "He is," Tyler said. He looked up at Ben again. "Just like you." Ben laughed a bit, then leaned his face towards Tyler's, and the two shared a long, sweet kiss, which eventually morphed into something more passionate. Their mouths opened, and their tongues sought each other... and Tyler felt no disgust, no regret, nothing but contentment with what he was doing. He felt desired, valued... and feminine. He loved the feeling, despite any inhibitions leftover from his old life and body. Ben held Tyler firmly with both arms wrapped around his waist, while Tyler lifted up a leg and hung it over Ben's backside. Tyler could feel his own genitals tingling as he felt Ben's penis grow rigid and upright. The last twenty floors of the elevator ride melted away as the two temporary lovers made out like teenagers. Ben had a significant smudge of lipstick on his mouth by the time the doors opened to let them off into the 20th floor's foyer. He offered his arm to Tyler again, and Tyler was more than happy to take it. Ben escorted Tyler through the Pyramid Suites lobby silently, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment with talk of what was to come next. Ben was disappointed in Tyler's refusal to accompany him back to Earth, and he radiated that disappointment with every step he took. Tyler stroked Ben's upper arm encouragingly, but it clearly had no positive effect on his date. Ben was simply crestfallen. Tyler felt awful for him, just as Tyler had felt awful for himself in the past when girls had rejected him for dates, or for goodnight kisses, or for sex... As they approached Connie's suite, Tyler made a decision. Out of pity, or hormones, or guilt, or stereotypical feminine obligation, or curiosity, or genuine attraction, or misplaced passion in the heat of the moment, or any number of things... but he made a decision nonetheless. He mustered up his courage as he and Ben stopped in front of the door to the suite. "I had a good time with you this week," Ben said, unhooking his arm from Tyler's. "It was nice to have you around. You were the only highlight of the convention for me." Tyler grinned toothily back at him. "Thanks. You too, Ben. I had way more fun with you than I thought I would. I'm glad I was able to make everything slightly less miserable for you." "So am I," Ben said. He moved behind Tyler, took the jacket draped over his date's shoulders, and hung it over his forearm. "Okay. Well, take care of yourself." He turned to leave. Tyler, surprised that Ben was making such a quick getaway, reached out for him. Tyler's pink-polished fingers wrapped around Ben's wrist. "Wait," Tyler said. "Wait, Ben. Do you... do you want to come in for a minute? For some coffee?" Tyler shifted awkwardly atop his high heels as Ben turned around to face him. Ben took in the stunning beauty before him - her auburn hair, her gorgeous face, her large and perfect breasts, her thin and supple body, her bare knees and calves, and the form-hugging dress she wore that left little to the imagination. Tyler moved closer, wrapped his arms around Ben's waist, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. They both knew that Tyler wasn't just asking him in for coffee. There was something else on Tyler's mind... and it was on Ben's mind, too. Tyler could see it plastered all over his face. He could feel the warming and moistening in his own feminine nethers under his little black dress, and he could feel the shifting and hardening of Ben's own equipment as the two held eachother close. Tyler ached to be filled. Ben let out a long, drawn sigh. "I don't think that's a good idea, Violet. It'll just make it hurt more when I have to leave." "It doesn't have to hurt," Tyler pleaded. "It can just be a thing we do before we say our goodbyes. It won't have to mean anything." "Everything means something." Tyler could feel his eyes watering. "Yeah, well... okay. Yes, it means something. It means I'm sorry. It means I feel bad for you, Ben. I made you sad, and now I want to make it up to you." "By having sex with me?" Ben said. He sighed again. "I don't do pity, Violet. You're an amazing girl, and I'd be a very lucky man, but I don't do pity. Because then I'd only end up feeling worse than I already do." "Ben..." "Let's not ruin this. We had a good evening together. I got to have a few drinks, and listen to music, and dance, and make out in an elevator, with the hottest woman on Saturn Beta. That's enough." Ben smiled, as confident in his decision to turn down sex as a warm- blooded man could be, and gave Tyler one last kiss on the lips. He turned away and walked down the hall as Tyler helplessly watched him go. Tyler leaned against the door frame as Ben turned the corner and disappeared. And that was it. Ben Rosenthal was out of Tyler's life. Tyler walked into the luxury suite, letting the door close behind him, then leaned his back against the door and hugged himself tightly. Conflict raged inside Tyler as he remembered himself... both sides of himself. The relief he felt from not having to fuck Ben struggled against the sadness he felt from being rejected. Logic fought against emotion. Profit battled with guilt. Genuine human connection fought against the cold reality of survival of the fittest. Old hormones competed with new hormones. Saturn Beta clashed with Miami, Florida. And Tyler Hillman fought valiantly, in what was becoming a battle he felt he had to win, against Violet Taylor. The internal war became too much for him, and he slid down the door at his back, slumped forward on his knees, buried his face in his hands, and wept. ***** Tyler eventually collected himself enough to hang his little black dress on the clothes rack and bury himself under the sheets of the oversized bed, and before he knew it, he was fully rested and awake again. He rolled off the bed wearing only his bra and panties and wandered into the bathroom, where he sat on the toilet to relieve himself while fiddling idly with his pretty pink navel piercing. It reminded him of Connie, which made him feel better... but only slightly. Connie was gone. Ben would be gone soon, too. And then Amber soon after that. Then who next? Renee? Zoe? Paul? He'd be losing friends left and right... Tyler finished going to the bathroom and gathered himself. No use worrying about what might happen. No crying over spilled milk. What was done was done, and now it was time to get serious and go back to work. Miami work, not Saturn Beta work. He wrapped a clean terry bathrobe around his immaculate female body and switched the bathroom light off. Grabbing his purse from a coathook near the door, he set the suite's coffee maker to brew up a fresh pot, and sat down at the desk. He dumped the contents of his purse - his old phone, his new phone, his Ringed Amusements employee tablet, and finally the puller and its adapters. He slid the casing apart and examined the interior components closely. He could disassemble this, which would be necessary if he was going to get on with the next part of his plan. Customs would never allow a genuine, fully-functional puller through, no matter how wild-west it was out here in Saturn's orbit. So Tyler would have to improvise and send it piecemeal, in separate packages, to separate addresses. Fortunately, Dennis had plenty of aliases with a corresponding postal box for each. He picked up the suite's bedside phone. Seconds later, the front desk answered. "Good morning, Miss Giordano," said the young man on the other end. Tyler cleared his throat. "This is Violet Taylor, actually. I'm Miss Giordano's guest." "Ah, my apologies, ma'am. What can we do for you." "Three things," Tyler said, arming himself with his best impression of an eccentric cosmopolitan young lady. "Breakfast, first of all." "Of course," the receptionist said. "For two?" Tyler looked around, slightly saddened that Connie wasn't still nearby. "No. Just for one, please." "And what else can we help you with this morning?" "This is our check-out day, correct?" "Yes ma'am, it is." "Okay," Tyler said, looking over at the various racks and boxes of clothing and accessories that had been provided by Incantevole, the wardrobe on the 5th floor, and elsewhere. "I need to get my things up to my home here on the station. Can everything be... delivered? Is that possible?" "Not a problem. Where can we deliver them?" "Care of Violet Taylor, 48th floor, spindle seven. Ringed Amusements Company." The receptionist paused for a second. "Ah," he said, eventually, making it clear with his voice that he was familiar with Tyler's place of employment. Apparently Tyler wasn't the first Ringed employee to spend a night or two at Pyramid Suites. "And is there anything else we can do for you, Miss Taylor?" "Well, maybe," Tyler said. "It's a bit of a weird request..." "We pride ourselves on our service, Miss Taylor." Tyler chuckled girlishly into the phone. "Well, fine, I'm glad you're up for the challenge. I need a screwdriver set. Flathead, hex, and Phillips. Very small heads." "All right," the young man on the other end said. Tyler could hear him tapping away at a screen on the other end of the phone. "We'll see what we can do." "And some anti-static sleeves." Tyler took the uncased puller up in his dainty hand and looked at it closely. "Five of them." "Five anti-static sleeves," the receptionist said. "Great." "And five padded envelopes. And enough postage to get each envelope to Earth." The receptionist stopped tapping away. "I'll be honest, Miss Taylor... it could take us a while to gather all that up for you." "We can wait." "Excellent. Would you like breakfast first and the rest of it later?" Tyler answered affirmatively and ended the call, satisfied with how he had handled it. He figured he had enough time for a shower, so he shed the terry bathrobe and his underthings and jumped in to wash himself. He spent a long time in there, soaking himself, soaping up, rinsing, still getting used to the long, heavy mop of auburn on his head. Getting it wet made it feel like his head was being pulled downward by the weight. It was an interesting sensation for someone who had rather close-cropped hair for his entire life. Eventually he exited the shower, re-wrapped himself in the bathrobe, and went to his purse. He took out his old phone and looked through the messages between him and Dennis. Dennis' last message appeared at the bottom of the thread, just as Tyler remembered it: GO FOR IT. BE CAREFUL. "Done and done," Tyler said to the phone in his hand. He tapped out a new message: SENDING SOMETHING YOUR WAY. Tyler then rested in one of the chairs near the big bay window on the far end of the room, crossing his legs tightly, hugging himself under his terry robe. As if by instinct, one of his hands found its way under the fabric and toward his left breast. As he stared out into space, quite literally, his right hand began massaging his breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. He only caught himself doing this after several minutes of zoning out. It reminded him of how, when he had been male, his hand would sometimes drift into his pants and begin fondling his cock and balls - not with intention, not for any particular sexual purpose, but just because it happened sometimes. Did all women occasionally, spontaneously reach under their blouses and start groping themselves for no reason, he wondered? It was an odd thing to think about. Maybe it was a response borne of sexual frustration, though... of the need for release. He'd certainly been frustrated by Ben last night... "Shut up, Tyler," he said to himself with his feminine voice. "Get your head right." He tried to stop thinking about Ben, and about the conversations they'd had last night. Crazy stuff. Ben inviting Tyler to come live with him on Earth, then Tyler inviting Ben into the suite for a romp in the sheets... ridiculous, all of it. Tyler encouraged himself never to take pity on a target ever again. Especially so long as he was in this supermodelesque body. Satisfied with his current mindset, Tyler continued looking out the window at the massive planet in the distance. And his right hand, true to form, once again drifted under the folds of his robe and gripped the flesh of his breast, flicking his finger over the nipple as he worked out his next moves. There was a knock on the suite door. Tyler rapidly stopped fondling himself, drew the robe tightly around his waist, and padded across the room. That couldn't be breakfast already... He looked through the peephole on the door. Outside was a short young man wearing a suit and a nametag... one sporting the Pyramid Suites logo. Tyler opened the door. "Miss Taylor?" the man said. Tyler thought he recognized the voice. "That's me," said Tyler. "Sorry for interrupting. We spoke a little while ago. I was able to find a screwdriver set for you." He produced a small plastic case from his jacket pocket. "Oh," Tyler said, taking the case from him. "Thanks. I didn't expect to get it so quickly. How about the envelopes and anti-static sleeves?" The receptionist looked down at the floor. "Can I be honest with you, Miss Taylor? I didn't want to say this over the phone, but... it's in your best interest not to trust the shipping companies here on the station." Leaning against the door, Tyler tapped the screwdriver set against his robed thigh. "And why's that?" "Things have a habit of going missing. It's the wild west out here, after all. Based on your requests, I'm assuming you're shipping some kind of electronic equipment. The fragile kind. Possibly the extremely valuable kind." "Possibly," sighed Tyler. God, what a pain in the ass this whole caper was turning out to be... The receptionist nodded, then looked down the hallway. "Well, like I said, this is the wild west. We have our own version of 22nd-century stagecoach robbery. At the shipping companies, electronics tend to get flagged for closer inspection. That inspection is done by humans, rather than robots. And some of those humans are... disreputable. That's the nicest way I can put it." He shrugged and turned to face Tyler. "Welcome to Saturn Beta." Tyler closed his eyes and shook his head. "Well," he said, pulling a hand through his damp auburn hair, "I appreciate the heads-up." "Would you still like us to send up the envelopes and..." "No," said Tyler. "No. That's fine." "Very good. Your breakfast should be up shortly." The receptionist gave a slight bow and turned down the hallway. Tyler lightly banged his head against the door frame. "God dammit," he whispered, trying to come up with a way for getting the puller - or at least the data card - to Dennis back on Earth. He needed a Plan B. And, before his breakfast even arrived, he admitted to himself that he'd already been offered one. ***** All of Tyler's clothing had been delivered from Pyramid Suites to his dorm room by the time he arrived there. Amber, however, was among the missing, and that gave Tyler time to unpack the disassembled puller from his purse, then hide them in various places around his side of the room - tucked into his bed, his headboard, the clothes Connie had bought for him, and whatnot. Once satisfied that Amber wouldn't see anything suspicious, he checked his appearance in the nearest mirror and began walking toward Jackson's office. He knocked on the door and waited. He heard the approaching sound of heels on hardwood, and then the door creaked open an inch. "Oh!" said Amber's voice from the other side of the door, which she swung wide. "Hey, darlin'. Me 'n' Jackson were just talkin' about you!" "Oh yeah?" Tyler said. He walked into the office. Jackson was sat behind her massive desk, eyeing her two employees. "Yes," she said. She yawned - why was she yawning so much lately? - and adjusted her glasses atop the bridge of her nose. "Fortuitous timing as always, Violet." "I have a knack. What can I say." "You might want to wait outside for another minute, though," Jackson said. "Amber and I need to have a brief, embarrassing conversation." "Oh, Jackson, stop tryin' to scare her off," Amber said. She grabbed Tyler's arm and pointed to the chairs across the desk from Jackson. "I really don't care. She can stick around for this. It ain't embarrassin' at all." "Embarrassing?" Tyler said, walking over to the offered chair. "Embarrassing how?" Jackson straightened in her seat. "It's a personal matter. Related to the next chapter in Amber's life. And about company property she won't be needing anymore. Such as her tablet, which she's already returned... and certain other things, which she's still holding onto." "Okay, okay," Amber said, plopping down into the chair next to where Tyler sat. "Let's not be gettin' all dramatic. Just say what you gotta say, Jackson." Tyler watched the two beautiful women sizing eachother up. He remained in his seat, hands folded over his skirt, confused. Jackson looked seriously at Amber. "You'll get fat," she began. "If you eat too much. And I know you're the type to eat too much. I've heard stories about what you put away at the sports bar on the 73rd floor." "Yeah, yeah," Amber said. "I'll watch what I eat. I get it." "Your feet and ankles won't be so resilient. You'll have to be careful when wearing heels." "No problem. It's not like I'll be wearin' sexy outfits all the time anymore. Don't need crazy heels if you're not wearin' crazy stuff to go with 'em." "You'll get sick. Constantly. At least a couple times a year on average. More than that, if your immune system..." "Isaac has some doctor friends. I'll be fine." Tyler leaned forward in his chair. "Um," he said, "can I ask..." "In a moment, Miss Taylor," Jackson said, without looking over at him. "And you'll get old, Amber. You won't have this body forever. Gray hair, wrinkles, crow's feet, veiny hands, sagging breasts. The list goes on and on." "Don't care. I like the idea of growin' old with Isaac. Like those cute granny and grampa couples in old pictures, sittin' by the lake, holdin' hands, feedin' the ducks. I'm on board with that. Everyone's gotta die of somethin'. Might as well be old age." A light went on over Tyler's head. He got it now. He knew what this conversation was about - Jackson was preparing to get her nanobots back from Amber's body, and Amber was being made aware of the consequences. Tyler was stunned that Amber had no problem with him being in the room for this discussion. She really was a marvel of transparency. "You'll get periods again," Jackson said. "And all the fun stuff that comes with them." "Bring it on," Amber said. Jackson removed her glasses. "And, last but not least - and we both know you aren't particularly despondent about this one..." Amber nodded, then instantly began misting up. Tyler looked over at her, concerned. Amber held her hand out for Tyler to grab, which he did. They both squeezed tightly. Jackson cleared her throat. "You'll be able to get pregnant." Amber burst into tears and covered her mouth with her free hand. She started nodding her head furiously. When she was able to speak again, all she could say was "I know, I know, I know," as if it were the only two words she knew. "Amber?" Tyler said, beginning to feel moisture welling up in his own eyes. "Hey. Amber?" "I'm fine," she gurgled through her tears. "Just a little emotional, is all. Yeah, Jackson, I get it. I'm good with all of it." "I hope Isaac's good with it, too," Jackson said, smirking. Amber laughed aloud, immediately lightening the mood in the room. She, Jackson, and Tyler all exchanged friendly glances with eachother as Amber stopped crying. "Oh, yeah," she said. "He's fine with it. He knows he's been livin' in a fantasy world with me for the last few years. Time for him to deal with the reality." "Honestly, though," Jackson continued. "Easy on the fried foods. You won't do yourself any favors by continuing to eat like a pig." "Okay, okay, I get it, boss lady." Amber wiped the streaks below her eyes. "I'll try to keep this body of yours in tip-top shape." "Not mine anymore, Amber. It's all yours. You've earned it. Paul and I are retiring the model." Amber nodded and smiled weakly. "Thanks. I 'preciate it." "Well then," Jackson said, reaching under her desk. She unzipped a duffel bag, extracted something from within it, and zipped the bag closed again. She straightened up and produced an item for Amber - a short, beige cylinder. Tyler had seen one of these before. He had delivered it to Jackson on behalf of Connie, three days ago, the morning Connie left the station. Jackson gave Tyler a flickering glance as she handed the cylinder to Amber. "Mmkay," Amber said, turning the cylinder over in her hands. "How's this work?" Leaning back in her chair, Jackson began tapping away on the tablet laying on her desk. "Pretty simple. I tell the nanobots to swim to your bladder, you evacuate them into that and close the lid tight. That's it." "Easy peezy," said Amber. "Emphasis on 'peezy', of course," Jackson said. Tyler sat in his chair awkwardly. Jesus. He thought Connie's beige cylinder had been full of money, not urine and nanobots. That hadn't even entered his head three days ago when he was carrying it in his own hands. Usually he would have been disgusted by a revelation like this - at the knowledge that he'd been carting someone else's pee through the station - but somehow it didn't bother him. And he was glad, too. He knew Jackson got off on seeing him squirm in discomfort. He wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. Amber stood up. "Well, that's it for me, then. I'll let you two get on down to business. See ya in a bit, Violet." "Yeah," Tyler said, snapping back to the present. "I'll be back in the room in a minute." Amber reached down for her purse and left Jackson's office wordlessly. Tyler was left alone with his interim boss, at last. And now he struggled to recall why he'd come in here in the first place. "Oh, right," Tyler said, remembering at last. "So, uh, about that thing we talked about earlier." "We talked about a lot of things earlier, Mr. Hillman," Jackson replied. Tyler glared at her. "Two days ago. About me, uh, accompanying Amber back to Earth." "Ah, yes," Jackson said. "You've made a decision, then." "Yeah. I'd like to go." Jackson looked surprised - shocked, even - for what might have been the first time in her life. Tyler had never seen an expression like that on Jackson's face before. "You would?" she said. "Well, yeah," replied Tyler. "Like you and Amber said, there's not a lot happening out here once the convention is over. I won't be able to pay down my debt until the next big thing comes around on the calendar. Might as well kill time on Earth in the meantime." Jackson leaned back in her chair. "Well. I didn't think you had it in you." "Had what in me?" "Planning a wedding. For someone you just met a week ago, mind. You're going to be awfully busy when you're in the States. Amber strikes me as the needy type." Tyler shook his head. "Oh, I don't mind. It'll be a nice break from... this." He waved his hand around the office. "I've had about enough." "Enough? Of what?" "Just... all the bullshit. The staring. The groping. The comments. Most of the men out here on the station don't know how to keep their hands and their thoughts to themselves." "And you assume men on Earth are any different," Jackson said. "Good God, Mr. Hillman. You are genuinely clueless about the female experience. All the 'bullshit', as you say, that you've been dealing with for the past week? Try dealing with it for the better part of a lifetime." "Oh please, Jackson. Girls on Earth aren't required by their bosses to wear French maid outfits and booth babe dresses and cheerleader uniforms and... and corsets. I could deal with it if I wasn't so... exposed all the time." Jackson looked slyly across her desk. "Beauty is beauty, Mr. Hillman, whether it's wearing a miniskirt or a trenchcoat. And you are one hell of a beautiful young woman." Tyler sighed and stood up. Jackson was trying to get his goat, yet again, and he wasn't having it right now. "I'd like to go with Amber," he said with finality, straightening his skirt and making his way to the door. "Mr. Hillman," Jackson said behind him. He turned to look at her, and she put her glasses back on. "I could... do something about that for you. About your appearance." "Meaning what?" "Meaning... I could talk to Paul. He and I could modify the programming on the nanobots in your body. Restructure your face a bit. Shrink your breasts. Make you less attractive, in other words. Out here, on the station, when you're in the employ of Ringed Amusements... yes, I need the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful women that modern science can design. Back on Earth, though... well, let's just say that Amber doesn't need a supermodel to help her plan her wedding." "Hmm," Tyler said, folding his arms under his breasts. "It's your decision. The men on Earth aren't much more polite than the men out here. Trust someone who's lived in both places for a decade or more." She slid open a desk drawer and took out a piece of paper with text on one side. "And at some point over the next few days, go and talk to Raj Williams on the 64th floor. He'll help you return to Earth." "Raj... who?" Tyler said. "I don't need help. I was just going to take a rocket to get there. I'm guessing that's what Amber's going to do, too." "Getting there isn't the problem. Getting through security at the spaceport is. You need documentation to match your new identity, Mr. Hillman. That's not something you can pick up at a gift shop." Tyler looked oddly at her. "This man of yours... he's a forger?" "Raj is a forger. And an extremely adept one. I can forge documents myself, and I've done it plenty of times for plenty of girls in the past. But I'm simply too busy right now, so I have to pawn the work off to someone else. There are very few people that I trust entirely out here in the wild west. Raj is one of them." "Okay," said Tyler, shrugging. "Well, thanks, I suppose. I should go tell Amber my decision." "Probably," Jackson said. And then she yawned again, big, her mouth so wide that she wasn't able to cover it with her hand. Tyler leaned away from the door. "Okay, Jackson, I'm finally going to ask... why all the yawning lately? Are you not getting enough sleep?" "Probably not," she said as the yawn finally ended. "You'll be able to relax once the convention is over, right?" "I certainly hope so." Tyler left Jackson's office and returned to his and Amber's dorm hallway. Moments later, after Tyler delivered the good news, Amber delightedly screamed loud enough for Jackson to hear it through her office door. She looked out the grid of giant windows behind her desk, trying her damnedest not to yawn again. ***** The rest of the day was a blur. Tyler had another job on the convention floor, with AG&M once again, standing around in knee-high boots and a company-branded microdress while handing out information packets to anyone who stopped and stared for too long. He armed himself with his best, most positive attitude and smiled at everyone until his mouth hurt. Renee called him out on it a few times, telling him to stop being so fake. He tried to tone it down a bit after that. He was happy, though. He'd figured out a way to get the puller, and all the potentially valuable data within it, back to Earth... and back to Dennis. It'd be a simple matter - pack the segments of the puller into separate envelopes, ship them to Dennis' various addresses, and not worry one iota about customs flagging the packages. It would all work out just fine, once he got to Houston. He wasn't thrilled at the idea of spending months on Earth, stuck in a female body, while planning a wedding for someone he just met one week ago... but if that's what it took to get back into the swing of his info brokering business, so be it. One more event that night sealed the deal for Tyler, convincing him fully that he'd made the right decision: another important football game, and another night serving drinks in the lounge on the 5th floor, dressed up in the midriff-baring cheerleader outfit. He absolutely didn't want to put up with this anymore... all the staring, lewd comments, groping, whistling, awkward attempts at flirting, and the rest of it. Football season wasn't ending any time soon. And yes, he still had to pay off the rest of his debt to Jackson, presumably by working infrequent jobs for her on Saturn Beta, but she'd also mentioned that he might be able to do a few things for her while in Houston. Besides that, he'd certainly have the opportunity to continue info-brokering... maybe he'd be able to make a bunch of money doing that, and then pay back Jackson with hard cash rather than with hard labor. There were a lot of potential winning scenarios awaiting Tyler back on Earth, despite the body he currently occupied, and none of them required him to wear a goddamn cheerleader costume. The final day of the convention arrived at last. Tyler went up to the 122nd floor as always, donned his AG&M logo dress and boots, and stood around for another few hours while Noah and his juniors worked the table. The crowd was much lighter today... stragglers who hadn't caught an earlier rocket-flight home, Tyler figured. The convention center was much quieter as a result, not to mention much easier to see around. Losing six inches of height had prevented Tyler from seeing much of anything during the convention, other than the people standing immediately in front of him at any given time. Today's thin crowd alleviated that problem. He craned his neck this way and that, seeing the other booths, the other booth babes, and many eye-catching displays of lunar extraction equipment. What Tyler didn't see was Ben Rosenthal. He hadn't been around the convention floor yesterday, nor had he been at the lounge for the football game, nor was he at the convention again today. Maybe he'd seen enough, or maybe the investors he'd been babysitting had needed to return to Earth and report on their findings. Or maybe Tyler had broken Ben's heart by rejecting his offer to live with him in Miami. Tyler tried not to think about it. Ben was a big boy, after all. He could rebound from a pretty young woman saying no. Besides, his family was valued among the richest in the entire southeastern United States. Tyler was sure Ben would be able to find some gold-digging trophy to wrap around his finger. Though the thought of Ben winding up with a vapid bimbo bothered Tyler more than it should have... The convention formally ended after a few hours, and Tyler and Renee retreated to the ladies room to get back into their casual clothes. Tyler stripped himself out of the microdress one last time, sighing in relief as he put it back in the box that it came in. The boots followed. "Nah, Violet, nah," Renee said, from the stall next to Tyler's, as she heard the thump of boots against the cardboard box. "Don't give those up. That's a good pair of boots. You'll find something to do with them. Trust me." "Uh, no thanks," Tyler said. "I can't imagine ever wearing those again. They're really not my style." "Doesn't matter what your style is, girl. What matters is how you look in them. And shit, your legs are plenty fine, but those boots take 'em up to another level. You're keeping them. End of story." Tyler looked into the box and considered Renee's words. "Wouldn't that be, like, stealing? Those belong to AG&M, don't they?" "Technically, yes. Jackson's boys printed them on behalf of our client. But I don't think Noah or his people would have any further use for them, do you?" "I guess not." "Look, honey, I've been doing this line of work for a really, really long time. And I've helped myself to the leftovers more than once. Nobody's ever made a fuss over it." "I thought you were all about being professional," Tyler said, smirking at his cheekiness. He looked at the divider between his and Renee's bathroom stalls, imagining Renee's annoyed face on the other side. "There's a thin line between professionalism and practicality, Violet. Take the boots. You'll thank me later." Tyler sincerely doubted he'd be thanking anyone, but he took Renee's advice and retrieved the boots out of the box. He slipped into the outfit he'd worn this morning - the same floral sundress and wedge heels he'd worn before the first day of the convention - and exited the ladies' room with Renee at his side. His purse hung on his left shoulder, while the knee-highs draped over his right forearm. "All right," Renee said, carrying her own set of white boots. She looked at her Ringed Amusements-issued tablet as they walked. "I've got a thing to do on the 88th floor in half an hour." They reached the elevator hub, which was crowded with businessmen and women leaving the convention. "You've got a thing?" Tyler asked. "Yes," Renee said. "A thing. Dicks are involved." A few heads turned at Renee's blunt honesty. Tyler felt blood rushing to his cheeks. "Very professional," Tyler said, looking away from Renee and blushing heavily. "Always," Renee replied. Soon the elevator doors opened and a rush of people crowded on. Tyler and Renee were barely able to board, and Tyler found himself pressed against the sliding doors as the car descended. A few stray hands anonymously found their way to the fabric encasing Tyler's firm buttocks as he rode the elevator in uncomfortable silence, gritting his teeth. God, he couldn't wait to get the fuck off this station... The car emptied a bit during the trip down, a few people at a time. Renee disembarked on the 88th floor and waved at Tyler as she went about her freelancing for the day. The elevator car was only about half-full now, much to Tyler's relief. The car stopped at the 82nd floor, then the 75th, picking up and dropping off passengers. Then it stopped again at the 64th floor. Tyler heard a rustling of footsteps behind him as someone moved toward the sliding doors. "This is our floor, Violet," a man said, in a diluted British accent. Tyler felt a hand on his back. 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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...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 12

Paul paid for his drinks and escorted Tyler back into foyer, toward the bank of elevators at the center. Tyler followed along behind, purse slung over his shoulder, gingham dress swishing playfully around his knees, pearl earrings dangling from his lobes, heeled pumps clicking along the polished concrete floor. He looked around furtively, hoping not to recognize anyone he saw here on the 39th floor. He didn't want anyone to think that he and Paul were out on a date or anything like that....

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 5

Jackson sent word out over the Ringed Amusements employee tablets that there was now plenty of initial interest in booking girls for public events, as well as more intimate one-on-one sessions, and that anyone interested in making a ton of money over the next week should leave their schedules open and wait for further instructions. Amber and Tyler tapped around on their tablets, looking for details, but none surfaced. Tyler eventually looked over at the hostess station again, where Zoe...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 17

Tyler stayed sober through the rest of the after-party in the saloon. Two shots had been enough to make him unsteady in his seat - this new, smaller, softer body was much less tolerant of alcohol than his previous, flabbier male form, and he knew he had to slam the brakes on the booze if he was going to stay mentally fit enough to run his game on Ben Rosenthal. It had been going well so far, and Tyler was able to extract some potentially useful information from his target. He now...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 25

Tyler returned to his room, aiming to distract himself from everything Jackson had said about herself, her history, and her knowledge of what Tyler had been up to after the reception. He took an inordinately long shower, shampooing and conditioning twice, soaping and rinsing his supermodel-quality body until it shone in the overhead bathroom lights. He slipped last night's heart-shaped pink earrings out of his lobes and replaced them a couple of high-hanging platinum hoops. He dried off...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 26

Lunch was great. Dinner that night was, too, as Tyler donned the housewife act again and fixed up some pork chops, which Ben devoured with rave reviews. They spent the evening cuddled up on the sofa, watching a movie and part of a baseball game. They fucked on the sofa when Tyler got bored during the eighth inning, then showered together before bed. The dinner dishes lay dirty in the sink. The next morning, Tyler made coffee and breakfast - making sure to include a glass of pineapple...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 20

Raj's office, if you could even call it that, was buried deep in the spindle between a foul-smelling fast food restaurant and a secondhand furniture store. Every wall in the office was painted bright white. It held a small desk, a massive safe, and a single swivel chair. Tyler stood on one side of the office, holding his boots, while Raj spun the dial on his safe. "I need to get a few photos of your face to put on your documentation," Raj said as he opened the safe. "This shouldn't...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 10

Tyler entered the wardrobe at the far end of the printing press and immediately saw someone else in there, riffling through the plastic- covered clothes hangers. A shock of red hair turned to see who had just entered. "Hey, Violet," the redhead said. Well, speak of the devil, Tyler thought to himself. There she was. "Hey, Zoe," Tyler said. He walked between the racks of clothing and came alongside her. "How's it going?" "Good, good," Zoe said, grinning mightily back at him. She...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 11

Later, after Tyler had tried on countless outfits and accessories, Connie called for a break. Fran made herself scarce, saying that she was going to ring up the outfits Connie and Tyler had decided to keep, of which there were quite a few. Tyler and Connie were left alone in the dressing room, sitting on the padded bench and enjoying a glass of the wine Fran had promised them earlier. Tyler currently wore a knee-length, full-skirted red gingham dress that made him look and feel like...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 18

Ozzie used his key to access a tiny office in the rear, one stocked floor to ceiling with shelves containing all kinds of gear - tablets, phones, security cameras, whatnot. There was a dingy-looking desk tucked into a corner with one chair behind it and one in front. Ozzie took his spot at the other side of the desk and Tyler took the remaining chair for himself, smoothing the skirt of his boring brown dress as he sat down. He placed his purse in his lap. "So," Ozzie said, folding his...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 7

By some unexplainable miracle, nobody else needed to use their elevator until the 94th floor. As the car slowed, Connie and Tyler finally ended their long and passionate embrace, bashful as two middle school kids caught making out behind the bleachers. Connie spun away from Tyler and examined herself in the reflection of the rear wall, dabbing at her makeup with her fingers until the doors opened to take on the new passengers. Tyler stared straight ahead, not wanting to attempt...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 22

"Ben!" Amber screamed. "Well! Fancy seein' you way out here!" "Hey, Amber," he said with a smile, and then he immediately turned his attention to Tyler. "Hi, Violet." "Oh," Tyler said, trying to regain his breath. He could feel blood rushing to his cheeks, and he could pointedly sense each individual item of clothing he had on, especially the garter belt. "Hey, Ben." "Well, don't act too excited to see me," Ben said jokingly. "I'm... well, no," Tyler stammered. "I mean, yeah, I'm...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 3

Hours later, after Saturn's moon had drifted away from the window, Tyler was woken up by footsteps near his bed. He rolled over to try to see what was happening. "Sorry, darlin'," Amber whispered as she padded around the dark dorm room in her bare feet. "I was tryin' to be quiet for you." "What's going on?" Tyler said groggily. "Got a job to do. It just came over on my tablet. Really good money. You go on back to sleep, now. Don't mind me." And she was out the door and into the...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 8

Sometime later, an electronic bell sound rang through the suite. Tyler startled to attention and looked over the bed at Connie, who still had the purple rubber dildo hanging out of her cunt. She rustled around on the bedsheets underneath her for a moment before gripping the dong with both hands and easing it out of herself. She gasped as the tip exited her pussy, spilling a slight amount of vaginal juices onto the linens beneath her. "Sounds like dinner," she said, running a hand...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 15

The convention center, which occupied the entire 122nd floor, was a tumult of activity. Countless numbers of businessmen and women scampered around in business casual attire as they set up their booths, got their tablet-driven presentations ready, and unpacked heavy shipping containers filled with equipment and giveaways. Tyler stood dumbly in the middle of it all, back leaning against the elevator hub, wondering where to go and what to do first. He remembered his AG&M contact from...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 23

"Oh, Amber, you wonderful girl," Jackson said. She practically ran to a table staffed by two men of southeast Asian descent, shook their hands while introducing herself, and laid out on the table. Lola seemed equally appreciative as she introduced herself to her own masseurs. Zoe and Amber found their own spots as well. Tyler put his hands in the stain pockets of his robe, glancing around the room to make absolutely sure that every spa employee was, in fact, a man. Dejectedly, he...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 16

"Oh, hell yes," Renee said upon seeing the clothing herself. She rose from her seat and went over to the rack, where she took one of the dreaded garments in her hands and examined it. "Mmm-mmm, I love a good corset. They always make me look thick in all the right places. Good call by the AG&M boys." "Indeed," Jackson said, noticing Tyler's dismay and completely ignoring it. "The clock is ticking, ladies. Suit up and let's get out there on time. Is anyone out of business...

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Welcome to Saturn Beta part 6

Tyler took a deep breath and gathered himself as he rested his hand on the door handle leading into the main section of spindle #7. This was the first time he'd ever been alone on the station since his nanosurgery finished. He'd always been accompanied by someone else before - either Jackson or Amber. The thought of wandering through the wild west all by himself, while sporting this incredibly alluring female body, gave him pause. He needed to get used to it, however, and sooner was...

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Wyoming Ute IGT Living Beyond the Dream Saturn

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The Beta Male Society

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The Cuckold Beta Definition

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The Cuckold Beta Definition

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Sharmili sakhat maa aur to numbri beta ka sex

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Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca Part Eight Daisy Shares About Being Marks Beta Boi

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Dance Partner Bana Beta 8211 Part II

Hi friends I’m Radhika back again aap meri pichli story to padi hogi ‘dance partner bana beta jisme mene apne bete ko apna dance partner banaya tha is story me mene use agli hone wali ghatnao k bare me bataya hai to dsto ab me story pae ati hu to dosto jis din mene apne bete se chudai karva li thi us din k baad to meri life hi change ho gyi thi 30 saal ki auarat ab fir se javani k galiyo me per rakh rahi thi ab me fir se javani ko Mehsoos kar kar sakhti thi hum ghar full enjoy karte the me or...

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Alpha and Beta Male Dynamics

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Alpha And Beta

Introduction: The main characters are wolf hybrids. The female is wolf and human and the male is wolf/vampire. He is alpha over a wolf pack and she is his beta. Kristopher had gotten up very early that morning to check in with his wolves. His pack in particular, a very large one, got up early to hunt in their specific part of the forest. He wished to hunt with them as he hadnt seen them since yesterday morning. He rose out of the bed slowly, leaning down to kiss Evangelines forehead tenderly....

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ALPHA MEN and beta bois

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Maa Beta Ka Milan

Meri umra 25 saal ki hai, ye meri sacchhi kahani hai aaj mai aaj aap logo ko apne jeewan ki ek sacchi ghatna sunane jar aha hu, ek kadwa such jo na to mai kisi se kah sakta hu aur na hi kahna chahta hu, lekin aaj maine himmat jutayi aur aaj mai wo such aap sab ko batana chahta hu. Darasal mai ek samanya parivaar se sambandh rakhta hu jisme mere dadaji jinki umra lagbhag 68 saal ki hai mere papa jo ki 50 saal k ek adhed umra ke mard hai wo ek sarkaari wibhag me karyarat hai, sareer se abhi bhi...

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Mera beta rashu

Hi mai geeta jaiswal nepal se mai widow ho meri age 40 years hai pichle char salo se land ke lia taras rahi hoo mera beta rashu jo bahar padhta hai jiski age 18 sal hai mai kafi sexy hoo lambi gori khoob surat hoo Ek bar mera beta rashu mere ghar garmi ki wacations me rahne aya hua tha. He has a sexy and great personality hawing sexy look. Jab bhi me use dekti thi pata nai q meri bur me sarsarahat hoti thi. Me bahut hi kamuk, 40 years age ki aurat hu aur me har samay sambhog ke liye bechain...

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The beta of the famiy

I come from a male dominated family three brothers and my father. I remember the day I realised I was different from my two older brothers and my dad. I was 10 years old and my older brothers were 14 and 17. We had gone camping (my younger brother was five years younger and had not come) in the mountains and had found a hostel as the weather closed in. It was in winter so we were actually the only one staying that night. We were cold and wet when we arrived so the first thing we did was go for...

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Maa Beta Aur Unki Naukrani 8211 Part 1 Sudha Aur Main

Hi my name is Rahul. I am back with another fiction story which includes incest as I love reading writing and thinking about mom being fucked by son. But in this story there is one more heroine, that is my maid. Now giving some information of my family and maid: 1)Mom Mina (42 years) 2)Dad Rakesh (45 years) 3)Me Rahul (19 years) 4)Maid Sudha divorced (35 years) So as you saw my family consiste only 3 of us. But dad usually stay out of country and rarely comes home. We have one side room for our...

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Kinect Beta Test

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Alpha And Beta

He crashed into the forest below, landing on all fours very gracefully for such a large canine. He bolted through the forest loving the feeling of the morning frost between his paws. He ran with his tongue out tasting the crisp air as his snout locked onto his pack and he ran faster. He caught up with Darius and the rest of them, and they hunted for a good few hours. After Kristopher had his fill he knew he should return to his beta. He butted head with each of his pack and made his way back...

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Maa Beta Aur Bai

Almost all of us who have maids at home have always fantasised about sleeping with their maids. I was no different. Many of the people from the upper class and upper middle class have been successful in having secret affairs with their maids. Boys as young as 16 had started having sex with their young maids in my colony. I too was about to get laid but my luck did not favour me. My previous maid was a 32 years old woman called Vaishali. I once caught her stealing money from my mom’s purse. When...

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Maa Beta Sex Tragedy From Pakistan 8211 Part I

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MAA BETA AUR BAHU

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The Waifu Catalog Beta Testers

This story is intended to be open, and anyone at all who wants to make stories based on this general premise/the Waifu Catalogue in general should feel free to throw their hat into the ring. •••••••••• I was in an endless sky. Blue skies and clouds as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in...

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It had been a bad day, and I was really goddamn tired. In the dark I pressed my key to my door before seeing the soft green light as it unlatched. As I walked into the dark entry way of my apartment I fall flat on my face as I tripped on something. Taking a deep breath I dropped my bag and looked at what I had tripped on. It was a box, a black box, a big black box, and that was really about all that could be said. It had a shipping label placed in the center of the top of the box and a seam...

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