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CHAPTER 5 Ivy watched Lyla/Max shoot the ad. Today they were shooting a shampoo ad for Pantene. Every time she saw her act, she was stunned. She still couldn't believe Max had perfected the Lyla's persona. It's like he was her. She beneath all that latex skin suit it was a guy. Max really was talented. Now that she had admitted to herself she had feelings for him, she felt thrilled and excited again. She had been in relationships before but this was entirely different. "Pantene makes my hair strong. And strong is beautiful," Lyla said smiling flipping her long blond hair in a stylish way. She wore a white long sleeved t-shirt which was tight across her chest and a short skirt. "And cut," the director announced ending the shoot. "That was fabulous Lyla." "Of course I was," she said. The director showed her the shoot video and they agreed it was perfect. Lyla called one of the make-up artists to do her make-up. He began applying the make-up on her face. While doing so he dropped some of the cream on her dress. "God dammit. Do you even know how much this dress costs? And you dropped cream on it. Who gave you this job? Get lost," she screamed at him. The guy scared at her outburst quickly cleaned her dress and ran away. She stood up and called from her phone. Ivy's phone rang and it was from Lyla. She cut the call and went to her. "Ivy, how many times I've told you to get me a coffee after the shoot." "Sorry Lyla. I'll get it ASAP," Ivy said. Max is pouring Lyla's bitchiness little too perfect. She must talk to her later regarding this. "You do that. I'll be in my room," she said annoyed and left flipping her with her hand, wiggling her lips while walking. Ivy shook her head in disbelief. He really is talented she thought. After collecting the cheque from the producer, she took coffee and went to Lyla's room. Lyla was checking her face in the mirror. "Does my mask look okay?" she asked. "Your face looks fine," Ivy said keeping the coffee on the mirror table and stood beside her. "Are you sure?" Lyla said bending her neck to one side and winced a little. "Yes it's fine. What happened? Are you okay?" "I'm fine. It's just I've been in this body suit for quiet sometime," she said gesturing to her body. "I need to get out of this." "You should do that. And also you should get out of that dress. I'm gonna return it to the studio." Lyla looked at her and said, "Yeah. But first, come here." She pulled Ivy towards her and was about to kiss when Ivy avoided it. "What was that out there?" "What was what?" "You were a complete bitch out there. Even to me." "Oh... that. Look, I'm sorry. But I had to act like the real Lyla. I had to maintain my cover." "So you had to be rude to me too." "Oh come on Ivy. You told me yourself that Lyla is a bitch to you and she does it always. If I acted differently towards you that would raise unnecessary suspicions. Now come here," she pulled Ivy and gave her a long deep kiss. Ivy forgot the world around her for a moment and lost herself in the kiss. Though she preferred to kiss Max without a mask, kissing him when he looked like Lyla was thrilling. In a way it turned her on. "You know it's so weird kissing you like this," Ivy said after they moved apart. "Good weird or bad weird," Lyla asked wrapping her arms around Ivy. "It feels good. Does that make me a lesbian now?" "I don't know. But if you want to explore your sexuality I know a few other ladies that might help you." "May be, but not yet." "Fine," Lyla said pouting. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something. Now that we're together, how about we go on a date." Ivy looked at her blankly. "Are you serious?" "Of course I am. So what do you say for a date Max this weekend." "With who actually?" "Anyone you want. Lyla, Courtney, Anika or any other lady, you name it." "No, no women. I want you, the real you." She sighed, "Okay then, Max it is. Although we could've more fun if it's with a woman." "No, like I said, I want the real you." "Fine." "Then I'd say I'd love to go on a date." "Great," said Lyla with a dazzling smile. "Wait, did the police find out who sent the attacker?" Lyla sighed annoyed. "No, not yet. They're searching through their databases for Nate Brissard. But till now they've got nothing. My guess is that it might be a fake name." "So we're back to square one." "May be or maybe not. But let me worry about that." "Don't tell me to stay away. I want to help too," Ivy said with her hand on her hip looking defiant. "You really are stubborn, are you?" "Yup." "Fine. But on one condition. You do exactly as I say." "Okay, what do I do?" "For now nothing. I'll tell you later," Lyla said turning to the mirror and checked her hair. "You really have this under control do you? All this pretending." "Yup. At first this modeling job was tedious. But eventually I had it under control. That's my talent. I can become any woman I want. Even you," she said looking at me. "Stop. You promised you won't do that." "I am kidding. But, would it be so bad if I became you?" "I just don't like it. You haven't done anything like that have you?" Ivy asked crossing her arms at her chest. Lyla turned away and began applying her lipstick and said, "No." After finishing applying her lipstick she said, "Now, stop talking and get John to drive the car to the back entrance. We're leaving. I'm tired." Ivy just looked at her. "Are you gonna stand here all day?" Lyla said. And just like that the bitch was back. Ivy shook her head and left. Lyla gave a sigh of relief. "God, that was close. I hate lying to her," Lyla told herself. I'm not lying technically. I haven't worn Ivy's suit yet and I'm not going to, she thought. But you haven't destroyed it either said a voice deep in her mind. "Shut up!" she said aloud. She didn't want to think about it anymore. * * * Ivy went to the parking lot to look for John. Not finding him, she picked up her phone and called him. "Come on John, where are you?" she said trying again. Just then, she heard someone's voice talking near her. She saw Dan talking in phone and was walking towards her. Afraid that he'll ogle on her, she quickly hid behind a nearby car so that he wouldn't see her. "I told you Dad. Everything is gonna work out fine. She hasn't told anyone yet." After a pause he said again, "Shit! How did he get arrested?.... Fuck." "I told you not to do anything stupid Dad, who asked you to have Lyla killed? She has amnesia. She doesn't even remember now." That got Ivy's attention. So Dan and his dad were responsible for the attack. Now that she thought about it. It made sense. On the day of their attack, Dan was nowhere to be found. Ivy shook her head. These two asshole's have been planning something big. She had to tell Lyla about this. "Well now your plan has failed spectacularly. Has he talked yet?" Another long pause. "Good. Otherwise it will ruin our reputation and we'll lose everything. Look, I'll handle Lyla. Don't make a move on her. Not yet," he said and walked away. Just then her phone rang. It was from her brother. She can't talk to him now. She cut the call and stood up seeing that Dan had left. She quickly dialed Lyla. Someone pulled her arm with force and pushed her on to the car with her back on it. Her phone fell down. She yelped in pain and found Dan over her with an evil grin. "Well, well, well. Look who's here. I didn't take you for an eavesdropper. How much of that did you listen?" he said twisting her wrist. "Dan let me go. You're hurting me." "How long have been listening to me?" "I didn't listen anything. I just came now to find John. Dan please let me go....Awww." Dan freed her from his grip. Ivy took back her hand and held it with her other hand in pain. She was almost in tears. "You won't tell a soul about this. Otherwise your brother's gonna be kicked out of school and your family will be on streets." Ivy widened her eyes in shock. "How did you...? You wouldn't do that." "Of course I can. You see I know all about you and your family's problems. Mortgage, money and your brother's school fee. God! You struggle a lot to make both ends meet. And I've got connections in high places too. One phone call and it's over for your family." "You leave my family alone." "That depends on you doing 2 things for me." Ivy looked at him furious, "What do you want from me?" "First is that you won't tell anyone about what you heard. It's not like anyone's gonna believe you. You don't have proof. Still I'd appreciate it if you kept quiet about this." "And what's the other one?" "It's what I've always wanted. You have to sleep with me." "I'd never do that, you perverse scumbag." "Watch it. You're gonna do exactly what I say. Or your family will pay the price. I'll be waiting to hear from you. No scratch that. No waiting. I'll call you and when I do you've to come to me immediately. See ya," he said and left leaving Ivy sobbing. Just then John arrived in his car and said, "You called me Ms. Sullivan." Ivy wiped her tears and said, "Yeah, Lyla wants you come to back entrance. She wants to leave." "Okay... are you all right Ms. Sullivan?" "I'm fine John. Just go, Lyla will meet you there." After John left, she picked up her phone and went back to the studio. When she entered Lyla's room, she saw Lyla and Dan talking to each other. "You know how about tonight at my place. We could've some fun," Dan said wrapping his arms around her stomach and rested his chin at her shoulder. "That actually sounds like fun. But not today. I'm tired honey. How about tomorrow?" she said smiling. "Sure," he said and kissed her. "Are you coming? Can I drop you?" "It's okay. I can manage. See you tomorrow." Dan winked at Ivy while leaving. Lyla's smile vanished and came to Ivy closing the room door. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Ivy frowned, "How did you know?" "You just called me and I answered. I heard the whole thing on the phone. Now did he hurt you?" Lyla put her hand on Ivy's chin. "I'm okay. It's nothing." "That didn't sound like nothing," Lyla held Ivy's hand. Ivy winced in pain. "He hurt you didn't he?" Ivy said nothing. "I'm not gonna leave him. I'm gonna make him pay for this. That...." she looked at Ivy and softened. "I'm sorry Ivy." "It's okay. If you heard everything then you know that Dan and his dad were behind the attack on you at Hawaii." "Yeah, I know. But we're gonna need proof." "How are we gonna get that?" "I don't know. I'll think of something. Let's get out of here." Ivy nodded. "You go. I'll return the dress and come." "Okay. Hey, I'm not gonna let him hurt you or your family. I'll take care of him," Lyla said and gave her a quick kiss. "What are you gonna do?" "Do you trust me?" "Yes." "Then don't worry. I'll take care of it," she said and left. Lyla meant it. It's time she did something about Dan. * * * "Jason, you've got a visitor," called the guard. Jason Cotilard got up from his bed. He was under a maximum security prison. He looked around his small and restricted room. He hated it. He couldn't believe how he confessed everything. It all happened on that dreadful night when he slept with that whore. He went to the visitors room. It was Ray, one of his goons. He sat down and picked up the phone. "You okay there boss," Ray said. "You're one lucky son of a bitch." "Boss, the cops ambushed us. Me and some of others were lucky to escape. We came for you. But it was already late." "Shut up Ray! I don't need your apology. I want that bitch, Anika Wallis. Tell me you found her." "Ahh.... no we've been searching her for days. We haven't found her yet. It's like she disappeared completely." "Fuck. There must be some thing that could lead us to her." Ray thought for few moments. "Wait, there was someone else with her that day. Another woman." "Who?" "I don't know. I think she's her friend. When me and other boys tried to ... you know," Ray said looking around which Jason understood that they were harassing her, "she got mad and beat the shit out of us." "Who is she?" "I don't know. But I think she's close with Anika." "Then find that woman. We find her, we find Anika. I want to watch her suffer. And do it quick." "Yes boss. I've already arranged to break you out in a few days." "Good, now get out." Jason spat. Ray left. It wasn't long he got out of this shit hole. * * * Cole Dashforth stood in front of the Deputy Director of FBI as he read the status report of the case. He put the file down and said, "So the notorious criminal, Jason Cotilard has been caught. How?" "It's all in the report, sir." "I know, but I want to hear from it from you." "The Chameleon helped us catch him. She gave us the video where he confessed planning the attack on Lyla Jackson in Hawaii. He also admitted his other crimes too." "So you're saying she caught Jason Cotilard single handedly whom the police and FBI were unable to catch him for years." "I guess so." "Hmmm... and this Nate Brissard, who paid them to attack the fake Lyla" "We're searching our databases. Till now we couldn't find anything. We're are going through Jason Cotilard's night club camera footage. We may be able to ID him through it." "Hmmm..." he nodded. "This Chameleon, seems to be more clever and smart." "Yes, she is a valuable asset to our investigation." "And also a potential threat. We need to bring her in after solving this case." "But..." "Mr. Dashforth, I want you to solve this case as soon as possible and I want her caught. Like I said she's too much of a threat." "Yes, sir. I understand," he said and left the Deputy Director's room. * * * "Where are you taking me, Max?" Ivy said as they were going with Max holding her hand. It was their date night. Max had planned a surprise for her which involved blindfolding her. "Wait here," he said and left her. "Where are you going? At least take off this blindfold." "Just a minute." "You're not going to put on a mask and a suit, are you? I specifically said no women." "I assure you. It's not what you think." Ivy waited for some time and then she heard him coming towards her. He untied her blindfold. She was stunned to see where she was. They were inside a dining room which had dim lighting and was decorated with candles and flowers. It was absolutely beautiful. "Whose house is this?" she asked. "Ah...it's mine actually. Why... you don't like it?" Max asked nervously. "Shit, I knew I should've planned it somewhere else. May be a nice hotel. And...." "Max stop. This is perfect. I love it." "Really?" "Yes." "Okay, now come, sit," he sit sliding the chair out. She sat down and he began to serve her food. "Where did you get all this food?" The food looked delicious. "Ahh... I made it." "You... you made all of this. You cook?" she asked surprised. "Yeah, I cook," he said smiling. "Wow, a man who cooks, I love it." "Thanks," Max said blushing and sat on his chair. "Are you blushing?" "No." "You know you're so different when you're you." "Different. How?" "When you're Lyla or Courtney, you're so strong, confident and bitchy sometimes. But when you're Max you're so shy and innocent. I can't understand how you do it." "Well, when I wear someone else's face and body I literally become them with their attitude, mannerisms. But when I'm me, I'm just me. I don't have to pretend." "Still that's quite a talent. I still don't understand how you do it." "I'll take that as a compliment Ms. Sullivan." They ate and talked for a while. Ivy told him more about herself and her family. Max asked a lot of questions about her tastes and likes. It was going really good Ivy thought. "Enough about me. Tell me more about yourself." "What do you wanna know?" "How did this all start?" "What do you mean?" "I mean when did you start making these masks and suits." "Oh...It's nothing really. I was born in a rich family. When I was young, I was kind of a genius. Kind of a nerd who was constantly bullied. I was always top of my class in science and technology. But I had this secret fantasy of becoming someone else. I always wondered what would be like to become another man or woman. The idea always fascinated me. So I used my smart mind to research on this and made these latex masks and suits. At first they weren't up to my expectations and but with time I perfected them." Ivy nodded. "What about your family? You've never told me about them." "There's nothing to tell really. Mom, dad and a brother and an elder sister. I'm the middle one. When they found out about my hidden interests, my dad and my brother weren't happy about it. They used to send me to therapy and rehabilitation centers to figure out what was wrong with me. My dad used to beat me. He even thought I was gay which I'm really not. Realizing that he'd never understand me, I escaped and left them. They're somewhere in Memphis, Tennessee. My mom used to say I should use my mind to help people. So now I use my mind not only to help people but also satisfy myself in the process." "You haven't seen them ever since?" "I do visit them sometimes. But not as myself. My mom and sister still miss me," Max looked sad. "I'm sorry Max," Ivy said laying a hand on his. "It's ok. I'm happy now that I'm with you." Ivy wanted to change the topic. "How do you make your suits?." Max was caught off guard at her question. "Ahh... I'll show you after dinner." After they finished dinner, Max led Ivy to his secret lair. "This is my secret room," Max said gesturing. Ivy was raised her eyebrows looking at sophisticated computers and machinery. It was like in the movies. She saw a big closet at one side of the room. "Do you wanna see?" Max asked her. "Sure." Max opened the closet which had many skin suits which were hanged by a hanger. Intrigued, she quickly went close to them and touched them. It was soft and felt like real skin. Most of them were women of all ethnicities. There were some male suits present too. They were all naked, eyes closed, ready to be worn. "Wow, there are so many of them." "Yeah." "So this machine makes these suits?" "Yes, you see first I have to feed the body scans to the computer here. Based on them the machine makes these skin suits." "What do you mean by scans?" "I have a device which scans the bodies of persons. But the person has to be naked. Only then device scans their bodies perfectly." "So all these body suits, they are modeled after real persons." "Yup." "Can you show me the device?" "It must be somewhere here," Max said searching. "I'll show you sometime later. I'm not able to find it now," he said not finding it. She nodded and then looked at the suits. "This is amazing," she said. She asked some more questions about the suits which Max answered patiently. "You know, you're taking all of this really well. I didn't expect this. Most of the women would be disgusted after knowing what I do. But not you." "Well, I'm not most women." "You're certainly not. That's why I fell in love with you. You're so beautiful you know. You could be a model or an actress if you tried." "Oh, I don't think I'm that pretty. And I certainly don't want to be a model or an actress. Besides I don't have a talent for that," "Then what do you really want to do?" "I don't know. I guess I always wanted be a lawyer or do any job where I could help people. I still haven't figured that out yet. I know it sounds crazy." "No, it doesn't," he said looking at her and then he kissed her. The kiss set her entire body on fire. Max really was a good kisser. "You wanna go to my bedroom," Max asked her. Ivy looked at him. "I...I actually Max. I think we should stop." "What do you mean? Are you breaking up?" "God no!" Ivy screamed. "I meant that I'm not ready for sex yet." "Oh," Max said relieved. But even his face didn't show it Ivy could tell he was a little disappointed. "It's just that, I had many relationships before and none of them lasted long. And I really, really, really like you. May be I'm in love with you. That's why I want to take things slow. Can we...do that?" "Yeah sure. I was scared that you were gonna break up," Max said. "No, God no. I...I just need some time to take things to next level." "Ivy it's okay. I understand. I won't force you to do anything you don't like." "Thank you." "So what do we do now?" "Why don't we just talk?" "Okay," Max said. They both went to his bedroom and talked and laughed about random things. After sometime Ivy fell asleep in Max's arms. It wasn't until morning when Ivy woke up to find Max wasn't with her. Looks like he'd already woken up. After freshening up, she went into the living room to look for Max. He wasn't there either. After hearing some noise in the kitchen, she went inside to find a girl on the kitchen table drinking juice. She looked young and pretty with short brunette hair. She wore a yellow t-shirt which was tight across her chest and a mini-skirt. "Hey there," she said when she saw her. "Max, is that you?" She nodded smiling. "Come on in. You're breakfast is ready." Ivy began eating her breakfast. Max didn't say a word entire time. She wondered if she had hurt his feelings yesterday when she said she wanted to take things slow. "Max, are you mad at me?" "Mad at you for what?" "I said I wanted to take things slow. I thought you'd be..." "Ivy it's okay. I told you I'm fine with it. Don't worry." Ivy nodded. "So, you're up early." "Yup. I'm usually an early riser." "And who are you supposed to be now?" "Oh, I'm Stacy. Nice to meet you." "Where did you find her?" "Few days ago, when I went to Jason Cotilard's night club. Decided to try her on." "You mean you scanned her when she was naked." "Yes... but look it's not what it sounds like. The scanning device doesn't take any videos while scanning. It just converts the video into raw data which I use it to make this skin suit," Max said gesturing to his body. "I'm not some pervert, Ivy." "Okay, fine," Ivy said. She still didn't understand all of this. But she decided to trust Max anyway. "So, what do we do about Dan, Max?." "It's Stacy." "Fine, Stacy. What do we do about Dan?" "I told you. I wouldn't let him hurt you. He hasn't called you, has he?" "No, not yet." "Then don't worry. I'll take care of it," Stacy said standing beside her. "Come here," she said and kissed her. After they parted Ivy said, "You know if anyone saw us now, they'd think I'd seduced a high school girl." Stacy laughed. "Aahh... is that you're fantasy. Seducing a high school girl. I can make that happen." "Stop it," Ivy said laughing. "I've to say you're suits, they look so real." Ivy poked Stacy's cheeks and nose with her finger. She looked at her breasts. Stacy noticed where Ivy was watching. She immediately pulled off her t-shirt and then unclasped her bra. "What...are you doing?" Ivy asked. "Come on, feel them," Stacy said cupping her boobs with her hands. "Stacy, come on, put on your..." "Come on, do it." Ivy looked at her and then touched Stacy's breasts. They were so soft and real. "Wow, they do look real." "That's the point," Stacy said pushing her hair away from her face and began wearing the bra. "So what does Lyla have to do today?" "Oh, God. I completely forgot about that," Ivy said remembering. "Lyla has a photo shoot today. It's important. She can't miss it." "Why?" "Lyla is the celebrity ambassador for Dior. It's important. Juliet called me about this yesterday but I forgot." "It's okay. I know you were busy with Max," Stacy smiled. Ivy smiled too. "Can we leave now? We're gonna be late for work. And would you put on your t-shirt?" "Fine," Stacy said picking her t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on. "Happy now." "Much better. How are you gonna change into Lyla?" "Let's go to Lyla's house first. I'll change there." Ivy nodded and they left. * * * It was late evening, while Ivy was still working in the photo shoot. Lyla was posing for Dior products. She wore a sleeveless blue dress with her braided. After the photographer finished taking photos, the make-up artists began doing her make-up for the next photo session. Ivy brought her a few dresses. Lyla looked at them and said, "Jesus Ivy, don't you have any taste at all," holding those dresses. "I look ridiculous in these. Bring me something in red." Lyla threw the dress at Ivy. This is the only part Ivy didn't like. Her boyfriend/girlfriend behaving rudely towards her. She was about to bring another dress when her phone rang. The screen showed Unknown number. She picked it up. "Hello gorgeous," said Dan's voice. "What do you want?" she said bitterly. "I called you to remind you about our deal. Did you forget?" Ivy kept quite. "So we're hosting a fund-raiser party. I'll text you the address. Be there sharp at 9 PM and call me when you reach there. I'll tell you what to do next." "I'm not coming, Dan. Why don't you just leave me alone?" "Come on now, you know you can't do that. If you don't show up, you know what I can do. Think about your family." Ivy closed her yes. She had to go. "Fine," she said through her gritted teeth. "Attagirl. See you tonight. And don't forget to wear something sexy," he said and ended the call. Her phone buzzed with a message shortly after. It was the address. Shit! Ivy thought suddenly scared. She had to do it. Otherwise her family would be in danger. She was definitely not gonna sleep with Dan furious. She was tired of this. She decided to end Dan's harassment once and for all. She didn't know what she was going to do but she was gonna face him tonight. She looked at Lyla who was getting her make-up done. If she told Lyla now, she'd definitely drop everything and come to her rescue. This photo shoot was important for Lyla. If she leaves this photo shoot it would be a big loss for her, since it was Lyla's biggest contributor to her fame. Even though the real Lyla was a bitch to her, she didn't want her to suffer that much loss. She saw Lyla checking her phone. So she picked up her phone and called her. "Where the hell are you Ivy? And why are you calling me?" Lyla said still acting the part. "Dan called." Lyla became alert. "What did he say?" she said excusing away from the make-up artists. "He wants me to come to his fund-raising party tonight at 9." "Where?" "At the Merson Hall, Brooklyn." "You're not going alone. I'm coming with you." "No, you need to finish this shoot." "Screw the shoot. You're my priority." "If you leave, Lyla's gonna lose her biggest client. You're living her life now. Please don't ruin her career." "But...." "I told you before, I can handle myself. And don't worry I'm not gonna sleep with him," Ivy said ending the call. She quickly left the studio. Lyla decided to leave. Stubborn and Stupid. What does she think of herself? she thought and began to leave but the producer stopped her. "Lyla where are you going? You need to finish my shoot." "But I've got some important stuff to take care." "I don't care. You can go anywhere you'd like after you finish this. Guys do her make-up," he said. She was surrounded by make-up artists who began applying her make-up. Lyla became frustrated. What the hell do I do now? How do I save Ivy? Lyla thought scared for Ivy. * * * "The Cotilard brothers haven't talked, have they?" Dan asked her father. They were at the fund raiser party. "No, they haven't. Thank God for that. Otherwise we'd be behind bars too." "Good." "What about Lyla?" "She isn't going to be a problem. I told you she doesn't even remember." "I don't know. You should've let me handle her." "By killing her? No, you stay away from her." "My, my do you have feelings for her, son?" "No, I don't feel anything for her. You know you started this whole mess, when you had your employee killed." "I didn't start anything. She was the one who heard everything when I ordered to kill that guy." "Shhh... now stop. We're at a party. Someone can hear us." "Yeah, you know what. I'm gonna talk to our guests," his father said and left him to talk to other guests. Dan looked at the time in his phone. It was 9 PM. She should've been here by now. He began to call Ivy, but there was no signal on his phone. Damn, impeccable timing for this stupid phone to lose the signal. As he was mulling over what to do next, he saw her. Ivy had just walked into the room full of crowd and she looked amazing. She wore a black long sequin dress with long sleeves which wrapped her body tightly accentuating her luscious curves. The low cut v-neck showed enough cleavage. Her dress split at one of her thighs exposing her dark stocking clad long legs with high heeled pumps. Her long straight dark brown hair was swept to one side. Her smoky eyes made her even more sexier. Dan couldn't take her eyes off her. When she worked with Lyla, she looked plain and normal but now she looked absolutely stunning. She is even more beautiful than Lyla. But tonight he was going to conquer her. He had dreamed of this for a really long time. Ivy came and stood before him with an obvious bitter expression on her face. "Well I'm here as you asked." "Yes, I must say you look ... ravishing," Dan said looking her from top to bottom. Her perfume was intoxicating. "And you disgust me as always. Leave my family alone Dan." "Now why would I do that?" "For the last time don't do this. Don't betray Lyla." "Stop talking. You will do as I say," he said gripping her wrist which caused Ivy to wince. "Besides you wouldn't be here if you weren't ready to sleep with me. Now come on, let's go somewhere alone," Dan said and pulled her along with him all the way Ivy trying to pry his hand away from hers. They came to a room which Dan unlocked. After entering Dan pushed her on to the bed. He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to fuck her so hard and bad. "Come on, take off your dress," Dan said with force removing his own clothes. Scared and almost in tears Ivy began removing her dress. She kept her purse on the table and got up pulling the zipper of her dress of her back leaving her in matching black lace bra and panties with dark stockings. "You know Ivy, you really have a great body. Lyla doesn't come anywhere near you." "Shut up." "Don't talk to me like that," he said pushing her on the bed. He fell on top of her. Ivy struggled against him. He began kissing her with his arms holding hers. She was reluctant at first but eventually kissed him back. Pulling her bra off, he began sucking her breasts. He then pulled her stockings her from her hips and then her panties. He was about to enter her when Ivy said, "Dan please. Stop, don't do this," pushing him away from her. He didn't listen. He pinned her on the bed holding her down, "You won't call my name, you slut. You'll call me Master." "You bastard...," she spat. Dan slapped her hard across her face. "What did I tell you to call me?" "Master," she said scared. "Good tell me to fuck you." "Please fuck me, Master," Ivy moaned. He was about to enter her again when she said, "Please D... Master, please don't do this." "Sorry, you slut. Can't help you there," he said coming on top of her. "Then I'm sorry too, Master," Ivy said. Dan looked confused. Before he knew what was about to happen, Ivy punched him hard on his face. He immediately reeled back holding his nose. Before he knew, he felt another blow between his legs and screamed in pain falling on the floor. He raised up his head to look at her who had picked up the telephone on the table. Ivy swung the telephone at his head which knocked him out. He looked at her from the floor in blurred vision. "You bastard," she said panting. After that he blacked out. He didn't know how much time had passed when he slowly opened his eyes. He tried to get up from the bed, but his arms dragged him down immediately. He saw that his both wrists were hand cuffed to the bedposts. "What the hell?" he said trying to free his arm. He tried to lift the bedpost but the bed was too heavy. "Thank God, I was wondering when you were gonna wake up," Ivy said. He turned to look at her who was pulling her panties up. She then carefully pulled her stocking on her leg. She enjoyed the feeling when the thin fabric moved against her leg. It turned her on. She repeated the same process for her other leg. "What did you do? Let me go you slut!" Dan screamed. "All in good time," she smiled and retrieved her bra which Dan had thrown on floor. After putting her bra on. She came towards him. "Let me go. Or your..." he felt a slap across his face. "You won't touch my family." "You...," she slapped him again. "I'm gonna....," another slap. "Okay, stop, stop," he said when she was about to slap him again. "Look," he said and she slapped him hard across his face. "You're gonna call me Mistress, you bastard." "I'm not..." he said but was interrupted when she took a sharp knife and stabbed his palm. He screamed in pain. "You know I fed up with all your harassment. Bet you didn't see this coming," Ivy said angry. Dan saw that his hand was bleeding. "Please let me go. My hand," he said. "I know. But first you're gonna answer some of my questions." "What questions?" "Whatever I ask?" she slapped him again. "And what did I tell you to call me?" "Please Mistress." "Good boy, now you're gonna just obey me like nice dog. Or else I'm gonna cut your wrist and you're gonna die bleeding out," she said sitting beside him on the bed crossing her legs. "You can't do that Mistress. Someone will catch you. You're gonna get caught." "May be or maybe not. You see this is the Radial artery which carries the blood," she said caressing the sharp edge of the knife across his wrist. "If cut, you're gonna lose blood fast and die within minutes. Sure I might get caught later. But you're gonna die for sure." "You're bluffing. You won't do it." She slapped him again and said furiously, "I already stabbed your palm, so don't push me." Dan widened his eyes, scared. How did she get so scary he thought? He really had pushed her too far then. "Now, why did you attack Lyla Jackson?" she asked getting up and leaned against the wall. Dan was caught off guard at the question. But his hand was bleeding out. He kept quiet for a few moments and thought about what to tell her. "Your call, Dan. That hand doesn't look very good. I can bandage it if you want," Ivy said tearing a strip of cloth from a towel. Dan gave up and started telling her everything. After he was finished Ivy said, "So your dad was the one who sent those bastards to kill Lyla in Hawaii." "Yes." "Did you and your dad have anything to do with attacking Lyla at her house?" "No." "No? I want you to think clearly and answer. Did you or your dad attack Lyla a few months ago at her own house?" "No, Goddammit, what are you even talking about?." Ivy looked at him. He seemed to be telling the truth. "Are you sure, Dan?" "Yes, I'm sure. We only had her attacked once in Hawaii. That's it." This confused her. Then who attacker Lyla at the first time. Looks like this went even deeper. Her thoughts were interrupted when Dan said, "Hey, please, just, can you stop the bleeding I...Mistress?" "Awww... I'm so sorry Dan. I forgot." She quickly went to him and uncuffed his hands from the bedpost. After bandaging his hand with the cloth strip she said, "Now don't get any funny ideas about attacking me. I could very well kick your ass." Dan looked furiously at her holding his hand in pain. "What are you going to do now?" "I don't know. But I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're gonna leave my family and me alone. For good. If you even get anywhere close to them, I'm gonna tell the cops everything." "Ha..ha..ha. You don't have proof." Ivy smiled. She got up and went to the table nearby and retrieved a small camera. "You see this little one here. It recorded everything you just told me." Color drained from Dan's face. "But...but... you'll be there in that video too." "Very astute of you Dan. But I won't be in the video. I took specific precautions not to show myself. It's just you in the video answering my questions," she said and giggled. Dan looked scared now. "Awww...look at you. Are you scared?" she asked mocking him. She came near him and slapped him again, hard. "Stop...just...stop with the slapping," Dan groaned in pain pressing his cheeks. His both the cheeks turned red leaving the marks of her fingers. "I'm so sorry Dan. Look at your cute face. I think that left a mark," she said pinching both of his cheeks. "Now I'm done with you," she got up and picked up her dress from the floor. After dressing up she went to Dan, "Would you zip me up?" she said showing her back to him. Dan quietly obeyed. "Such a gentleman. Now, I am gonna ask you again. What are you gonna do now?" "I'm gonna stay away from you and your family." "Good boy," she said and gave him a deep kiss wrapping her arms around his neck. "Good bye Dan," she said taking the telephone and hit him at his temple. Dan fell on the bed knocked out unconscious. "You bastard," Ivy said with a disgusted look. She gathered her purse and left the room. She was quite happy with how she handled Dan. She thought about what Dan said. In summary, his dad had Lyla attacked because Lyla heard Dan and his dad ordering someone to kill one his employee who was gonna blow the whistle on the corruption about one of their products they were involved in. But Dan asked his dad not to kill her since she was attacked and lost her memory. But his dad didn't listen and attempted to kill her anyway. But all this still leaves one question unanswered. Who attacked her first? She had to tell Max about this. All of this thinking and her encounter with Dan made her tired. She went to the nearby restroom. No one was there. She locked the door and went to the mirror. She adjusted her hair and fixed her make-up. She smiled seductively at her reflection and said, "You see Max, I handled all of this alone. I didn't need your help." "I don't believe that," her reflection said. "You don't believe it. You saw everything. I was perfect. I really made Dan shit his pants." "Ha..ha.. no you didn't. I did." "How dare you?" Ivy said angry at her reflection. "It was all me. I'm more than capable. I proved it just now." "I love you Ivy but you couldn't have done anything without me. Here, I'll show you," her reflection said with her hand moving to her neck. "What are you doing?" Ivy said panicked. Her hand stopped at her neck. "I'm about to show it was all me." "Please don't. I admit. It's all you. You're the great one. I am such an imbecile. Please don't do it." "You see Ivy, when you told me you were leaving the studio I tried to leave too but the stupid producer wouldn't let me go without finishing the shoot. It took a private make out session with the producer from Lyla to let me go. After that I quickly reached home and took your body suit. Now I know I promised you I wouldn't wear your body but you didn't give me a choice. After that I reached the party quickly. Dan was about to call you but I turned on a jammer device which disrupted the phone signals. That way he couldn't call you." "Wow, that's... brilliant." "Now you're just saying what I want to hear, but you don't mean it, don't you." "No, I mean it Max, please stop. Look I forgive you for wearing my face. I'll do whatever you say," Ivy begged her reflection scared. "You would?" her reflection said narrowing her eyes. "Yes." "Call me Master." "Please Master, don't take me off." "Good." Her hand pulled at her throat stretching it distorting her neck. "Wait, what are you doing Master?" Ivy looked alarmed and scared. Her hand didn't stop but kept moving up with her neck now completely detached. Her hand slid inside detaching her chin. Her face began to stretch and contort. Her eyes becoming blank. "No-no, please...," Ivy screamed in terror watching her face as her fingers moved inside her cheeks. "Make it stop." "Oh God! Please..." she said as the other hand moved inside her other cheek. Her beautiful face now looked unnatural and disfigured. With one swift motion her hands pulled her face off revealing Max. He removed the voice modulator strip from his throat and said smiling, "Well, I stopped." He held up Ivy's crumpled face with blank eyes and wide open mouth in his hand and said, "I'm sorry Ivy. I love you. I know I promised I won't make a mask out of you, but what else would I do. You gave me no choice. Now your body, your face is mine. You're my slave now just like many other women." He dropped the mask on the sink. Normally he wouldn't talk to himself like he did just now when he unmasked, but this was Ivy, his girlfriend. Sure he felt guilty about wearing her body suit, but deep down talking to Ivy like she was inside him, it really turned him on and he loved that feeling. He was about to remove his dress when it suddenly hit him. In his hurry to come here, he forgot to bring spare clothes and body suit. Shit! Now he can't very well go out like this. His face was that of a man but all his entire body below his neck was female. A hot female body in a long black sequin dress. With nothing else to do he decided to become Ivy again. Applying the voice modulator strip to his throat again, he lifted up the mask and said in Ivy's voice, "You're in luck you know. You get to come back to life." His hands stretched the mask's neck, placing it on his head and pulled down. He then stretched the mask all over his face placing the mask nose on his. He adjusted the mask's eyes over his own so that they covered them. Then his fingers went to his mouth, pressing and smoothing it's lips over his own. After few stretches and pulls her face smoothed over his own face and neck. Her hands pressed something at the back of her head after which her skin tightened over her bones. She tossed her head a few times her hair moving and opened and closed her mouth a few times adjusting the fit. Within a few minutes the mask was in place and looked perfect. If anyone saw her now, they wouldn't imagine that this smoky eyed brunette is actually a man. She flipped her in one stylish motion. "Well you're back again, Ivy," she said placing her one hand on her hip. "Oh thank you Max! Thank you so much," Ivy said gratefully clasping her hands together. "What did you just say?" said her reflection in the mirror looking angry. "I mean thank you so much Master. If you don't mind Master we should get going," Ivy said a little scared. "Good, now let's get out of here." Ivy took her purse and walked out of the bathroom. She looked at the crowd downstairs. As she was going down she took her phone and sent the video she recorded of Dan to Cole. With this Dan and his father's chapter is closed she thought smiling. As she reached downstairs someone was walking among the crownd coming towards her. After a second she saw that it was her girlfriend Ivy, the real Ivy. Shit! how could you forget you idiot! she scolded herself. Of course she's here because Dan called her and asked her to be here. If the real Ivy saw her like this, all hell is gonna break loose. "Shit, shit, shit." "What do we do now, Master? She can't see us like this," Ivy said alarmed. Ivy couldn't move as she watched herself coming towards her. She is in so much trouble now.