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The Other Half Tricia came into my office with a file in her hand. She looked worried. "Look Evan, we really have to figure out a plan here. Business is not great and these smaller projects won't pay the bills." Tricia's voice was rising. "At this rate, we will be done in less than three months." "I know," I said dejectedly. "I am bidding on the big mall project and hope it will go well. We'll know soon." Tricia Long was my college class mate in Law School and we had completed our degrees at the same time. We had then gone to different legal firms and had formed our law practice, Taylor & Jones, just under an year ago. Tricia wanted to go back to her hometown but she had passed the bar exam here so decided to stay in this state for some time to get established. We moved into a small but modern suite right in the middle of a busy mall. We felt that practicing Real Estate Law, which was our specialty, would be well suited to an upscale mall location. Lots of the smaller boutiques and upscale mall visitors would need a real estate lawyer. There was a realtor with a large office a few shops down from our location and we hoped they would guide business toward us. We found a suitable corner office which led to many upscale salons and boutiques. I was single and not in a relationship. With all the prospecting we were doing, I had no time for the ladies. I had tried bars but never had the luck or the courage to make a connection. Tricia was in a similar position and we both worked hard and long to get the business moving. Tricia had no special relationship that I knew of. Many believed that we were husband and wife or even an item. Nothing was further from the truth. We were friends and partners but there was no sexual chemistry. We kept our business and private lives very separate. We were struggling as we tried to establish contacts to realtors and construction companies. I was working on a proposal for a contractor. The mall we were in had expansion plans and the contractor was bidding to redevelop the part of the mall that was poor. I decided to get some work done early on a Sunday morning after that conversation with Tricia on Friday. There was parking almost at our office door. As I walked to the building I heard low moans and looking around I saw a ragged bundle on the sidewalk right by our entrance. It had to be a lady as I saw red heels at the end of a very nice pair of long legs. I wasn't sure what to do but felt compelled to help. So I went up to the bundle of rags. "Are you OK?" I asked somewhat stupidly. Of course she wasn't else she wouldn't be sprawled on the floor moaning. All I heard were groans. I turned her over on her back gently to see of anything was broken. I was confronted with a lady with two black eyes. The vivid red lipstick was still mostly intact and made a strange contrast to the raccoon like face. Her skimpy dress was torn and partially exposed one breast. Quite a nice full breast in any other circumstance. She can't have been much younger than my 28 years. She had a very well developed figure with obviously large breasts and a narrow waist. The torn dress was bunched around her crotch. I took her hand and felt her pulse which was beating quite strongly. "Shall I call an ambulance, Miss?" I asked taking out my cell phone. "Or the police?" Being a lawyer, I didn't want to get involved in a family dispute or have her husband or boyfriend come looking for me. She looked up at me and stared. I don't think she realized how she looked. "No, please, no," she rasped hoarsely. "No police, no ambulance." She appeared to have a slight accent although her English was fluent. Not knowing what else to do, I helped her sit up and she leant against the office wall and pulled down her dress. She was a mess and obviously in some pain. I did not see any evidence of any broken bones. She looked at me with vacant eyes. In spite of the scratches and black eyes I could see a very pretty face. "Would you like some water? Aspirin?" I didn't know what else to say as I stood helplessly. "Yes, please," she said and tried to get up. I helped her up with both hands allowing her to stand on those heels. She seemed able to stand even in the pain. I grabbed her around the waist and steered her slowly to the door of our office. I unlocked it and helped her to sit in a high backed visitor's chair in the reception area. I left for a minute and got her a cup of water from the cooler. I had some over the counter headache tablets and brought two to her. She drank it down quickly. So I took the cup and refilled it. She took another big gulp. "Cigarette?" she asked looking at me like a raccoon with those black eyes. "Sorry, I don't smoke," I replied. "My purse? Telephone?" She asked. Her voice sounded a little better although I could see she was still in pain. "Sorry, I didn't see it. I can look again." I took a few steps outside and looked around. "There was nothing near you," I said on return, unlocked my cell and handed it to her. "Can I take you somewhere? Or please, call anyone you know." She took the phone and dialed a number. It was barely 8.30 am on a Sunday and it took some time for the person to reply. Within a second I heard her gush out a torrent of words in a language I didn't understand. I suspected it was Russian or some language like that. My knowledge of that language was limited to word I heard in movies but couldn't understand. They only spoke a few minutes and she looked at me. "Address please." I assume she didn't know where she was. I went to the reception desk and looked around. Since we had no receptionist, mail and other items were just piled on the desk. I found my business card from a small holder and gave it to her. She read it out to her respondent and hung up. "They will come soon," she said tucking the business card into her top of her bra. I wasn't sure who 'they' were but obviously people she knew and trusted. "You have no secretary? Thank you for helping me. I am sorry to trouble you." "No problem at all. I'm glad I could help. Are you sure you're ok? No, we do not have a secretary at the moment. We are just starting our practice here."" I said. I hadn't done much at all but I think she was grateful to be sitting in a chair and not lying in a bundled heap on the sidewalk. I looked through stuff on the receptionist's desk. Something needed to be done. We didn't chat much and I explained we were Real Estate lawyers. In less than twenty minutes a car drew up, a rather large big black Mercedes sedan and two burly men entered my office. They didn't greet me. There was a rapid exchange in their language and they helped her up. "Thank you very much," she said in that accent again and limped out helped by the two men. "My pleasure," I said and saw them leave the office through the glass front of the office. One of her companions reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to the lady. He lit it for her. She took two or three deep drags and crushed out the cigarette. Whilst she looked a mess, there was some pride left in her. The men appeared to defer to her. She was very pretty and in different circumstances I would have liked to know her. I had lost time now but tried to concentrate on the reason I came here. The Roberts Project was big. There were some investors, led by the contractor, who wanted to re-develop a part of the mall and turn it into many upscale shops. That particular area had seen many tenants come and go and was neglected. The new mall owners couldn't find new tenants easily for that location. The mall owners were difficult to deal with and non communicative. I was asked to write a bid proposal with incentives and safeguards for the mall owners and the tenants and new investors. It wasn't easy negotiating with all parties and all parties were unhappy. So I had been asked for a proposal that would meet the objectives of all parties. I made some progress although my mind was still on the events of earlier that day. Tricia couldn't believe my story when I told her about the lady on Monday. She just laughed and asked why I didn't drive the lady to the hospital. I explained she didn't want that. Tricia thought I wanted to spend more time alone with an exotic lady and made several comments over the weeks following teasing me that the lady would come around again to thank me in person. She emphasized the in person part. Life continued with the usual ebb and flow of business. Unfortunately my proposal for the contractor was rejected and so I had only a small workload when I received a call. Whilst we very much wanted a receptionist to deal with calls and do general administrative work, we had not hired anybody yet for budgetary reasons. We needed to be sure Tricia and I could live up to our commitments first. The caller asked for me by name and was surprised that I answered the phone myself. I heard 'please hold' and there was a short silence. "Mr. Evan Taylor?" a deep voice with heavy accent asked. "Yes, this is he. With whom am I speaking?" I was reminded of this accent but couldn't place it. "My name is Ivan Petrov. Mr Taylor, some weeks ago you helped one of my staff. I would like to meet you briefly to thank you." "Of course I would be happy to meet you but there is really no need to thank me. I did very little to help the lady." It was nice of him to call. "Would 3 pm on Friday be convenient?" Mr Petrov asked. No first names here. "Yes, that's fine," I said and hung up. I didn't need to look at my diary. I didn't have too much going on. It was certainly very kind of Mr Petrov to come over personally. I told Tricia this and she too was intrigued. If Mr Petrov was the lady's sugar daddy, he wouldn't come in person. I didn't even know the lady's name. I assumed this was a genuine gesture of thanks. Precisely at 3 pm on Friday I heard the bell of the front door. Tricia would see them first as her office was across from the reception area. My office was sandwiched between Tricia's office and our small conference room. I heard Tricia greeting the visitor and leading them to the conference room. I got up intrigued by who Mr Petrov was. I saw them as I entered the conference room. The lady I had helped was there, dressed to the nines as if she was going to some hot nightclub. I imagined this was the way she looked before she was beaten up. She was one of the prettiest ladies I had ever met. She wore a short sleeved white blouse with top buttons open and short, tight black skirt. She had a narrow waist and showed her magnificent cleavage. The black skirt led to some great looking legs and very tall spiked heels. With those heels she was a few inches taller than I. Her face was very attractive and fully made-up. The lips were a vivid red shining with layers of some gloss. Eyelashes very laden with heavy application of mascara and highlighted some very blue eyes. Her brows, highly arched, were emphasized with color. She had blonde hair in a medium length framing her face. Long dangling earrings hung from her ears. Her fingernails matched the color of her lipstick. She was ready to party and it was only 3 pm. But it was a Friday. There was no trace left of the lady with the raccoon looks I had helped some weeks earlier. Mr Petrov shook my hand with a deep "Pleased to meet you" greeting. The lady came up to me, hugged me tightly and kissed me on both cheeks. "Thank you again," she said in that breathy voice. I saw Tricia smirk as she poured coffee for all. "Mr Taylor, I will make this brief." Mr Petrov took a sip of his coffee. "I am very grateful to you for your help to Olga. It was a big relief to us that she was safe. She had some problems as you realize and was left here as it was dark and deserted." So her name was Olga. Another sip of coffee. "I think there may be a better way to express our appreciation. First, I am also in the real estate business and would like to engage you as one of our real estate attorneys. You can name your retainer but you will earn it. I have many operations that require legal advice." He paused for a moment. "Then there is a practical way where Olga can also help. She told me that you don't have a secretary as your practice is still in its early stages. So I propose that Olga works for you at no cost to your practice for six months. Then you can see if you will want to continue her services and agree an arrangement with her. Of course she must meet your work standards. I am sure my operations will keep you quite busy. You can terminate her at any time, of course." I was dumbfounded. I saw Tricia give a big smile. "You mean Olga will be on your payroll?" Tricia found her voice. "Yes. Olga has worked as a secretary/assistant before - to me - and is very efficient and speaks Russian naturally. She will be useful in our business together as some of my partners do not speak English that well. Olga is also a trained administrator and speaks several languages." "Mr Petrov, i think it is a very generous offer and I am sure that Evan here and I would welcome the help to get organized and also to translate for us. Evan, I assume there is no conflict?" Tricia was putting me on the spot. We needed the help but I wasn't sure that Olga fit the image of a receptionist in a law practice. More that of a nightclub performer. "Well, I would like to know more about your plans but I don't see any conflicts." There wasn't much else i could say. "That is good. I am looking forward to a good relationship. Olga please make sure you take good care of these people." Mr Petrov then had a few moments of Russian to Olga and rose. "Mr Taylor, Ms. Brook, I will email you the items on which I am working and where I need help. Olga also knows these projects well. Please send me your contracts and retainer offer and we can get started." Mr Petrov rose as did Olga. Mr Petrov and I shook hands, I got another hug and kiss on both cheeks from Olga and watched as they walked out of the conference room. Her well rounded behind was a sight to behold. Tricia was telling Olga when she should start in the mornings and our general office hours. Olga's butt seemed to be in direct proportion to her bust. Her walk on those heels would have put a stripper to shame. She just exuded femininity. "I think you have a fan, Evan. And she comes with lucrative contracts and will work for free." Tricia was smiling at my discomfort. She took a tissue from the box on the receptionist's desk and swabbed my cheeks. "She just saved our behinds. So be grateful and courteous when she starts on Monday." Tricia observed my interest in the swaying hips as they exited the building. "We don't want all our clients to think they need to leave marks on you," she said with a big smile as she wiped the lipstick marks off my cheek. "Rubbish... First not sure we can take on his company until I see there is no conflict. Secondly, I don't want that Bimbo in reception. What would our clients think?" I was not happy with Tricia's attitude to this. "I think you are the one speaking rubbish. Mr Petrov's company can provide us with great business especially with a retainer. We are struggling now and you don't have any projects that should cause a conflict. I wish we did. And lastly, that Bimbo could help us get organized and be a receptionist to anyone who comes in. I haven't seen a walk-in in weeks so who would she offend? You?" Tricia made good logical points but her smirk annoyed me. I went back to my office and tried to come up with some ideas on business. Olga's figure and perfume lingered in my mind. It was hard to concentrate and I quit at 5.00. Tricia was surprised but I needed to work off my frustrations in the gym and work up a sweat. I didn't have any plans for the weekend as usual. I entered the office early on Monday, collecting the mail that had arrived over the weekend. I set up the coffee and went to my emails. I heard Tricia come in a little while later with a bright 'Hello' yelled from her room. I grunted an audible reply. I wasn't sure why I would be in a bad mood when things were looking up. "So how was your weekend?" Tricia asked handing me a mug of coffee. "Quiet, as always," I replied. "And you?" "Also quiet. But hopefully it will be a better week. Frankly I think Mr Petrov threw us a lifeline and you should do all to keep him - and Olga- happy. We need him a lot more than he needs us." As usual, Tricia got to the point fast. She was right of course. Even though we had not been in business for long, we didn't have enough business to sustain us. Our bank account was running thin. "I know our situation well, Trish. But we don't know yet what Mr Petrov will do. I emailed him over the weekend asking what the scope of his projects was. Let's see what he replies so I can work out a retainer." I needed his business badly but wasn't sure of the conditions he would demand. But I didn't have any better options. "OK. I'll have Olga sort out the mail. We also have some bills we need to pay sometime this week. I hope she is good with calendars and organization as Mr Petrov said." "I wonder how they are related." I spoke the words but was just thinking aloud. "Does it matter?" Tricia replied. "I don't think he is her father or sugar daddy. But they are definitely closely related. Let's see." Promptly at 9 am I heard the front door bell. I had to face the moment and went out. Tricia was ahead of me of course. "Welcome, Olga," I heard Trish say to Olga. "Good morning," came the cheery voice back. I stepped out of my office and went to greet her. I thought I must be on a movie set. Olga wore a bright red jacket that was not designed to close. A modest white blouse did little to hide the rather large mounds on her chest. Her makeup was flawless. Her blonde hair was teased up and not a hair was out of place. Her matching red heels were four or five inches high. She was a starlet out on the runway. Not a sight you would see in a lawyer's office. "Hello and welcome," I said extending my hand. Olga gave a big wide smile showing brilliant white teeth, ignored my hand and hugged me. I was happy she didn't plant a mark on my cheek. She was an employee now. "I am happy to help," she said and went to the receptionist desk. She put down her purse and took off her jacket. The short sleeved while blouse, made of fine silk, and now better exposed her assets. There was nothing I could complain about but somehow it didn't seem to fit in with a law office. "I am sure Trish will help you settle in," I said and went back to my office. I saw Trish grinning at my discomfort. That very morning I found response from Mr Petrov detailing his projects and that he had mailed me a check for $ 10,000. He would use this as a monthly retainer as he needed some help on several projects. Tricia and I were extremely happy with this arrangement. It put us on a stable path and with Olga's help we would stay stable. I drew up the appropriate contracts and began to study the details of Mr Petrov's projects. He had sent in very detailed documents by courier and I heard Olga talk to the couriers in her language. Things were looking good. In a matter of a few weeks Olga had organized us well. We had a list of projects, our calendars were updated and we had a steady flow of people into the office. They were mostly connected to Mr Petrov. Olga was a perfect secretary. Apart from her communication skills in Russian, she was very detailed and organized. She was always dressed like a model with elegant outfits with matching accessories and shoes, perfect makeup even if it was somewhat on the heavy side, and of course, perfect hair. Each day she wore designer outfits of different colors. I noticed her heels were never lower than about 4 inches and I wondered how she managed that all day long. I was also pleased that Tricia seemed to be warming to her. They had gone out to lunch regularly. Once, I even saw them smoking discreetly near the office. I had never seen Tricia smoke before and I asked her about that. She just explained that she felt like a cigarette and had joined Olga. On several occasions they had invited me for a drink on Friday nights. I refused politely. I had no other plans but something about Olga made me uneasy. She was beautiful and sexy, very well dressed, and had excellent manners and was a great receptionist / secretary. Actually, she had become more involved because of language and her knowledge of Mr Petrov's businesses. Tricia mentioned to me that I should try to be a little more approachable as apparently she had noticed Olga look at me with puppy dog eyes. I wasn't quite sure what Tricia meant. About a month after Olga started and business became hectic I received a call from Mr Petrov whose activities and friends kept us very busy and we were in sight of charging him more than his retainer. So Tricia and I were happy. Tricia now helped me with research and taking care of some part of the business. It was a Monday afternoon. After all the polite exchanges, Mr Petrov asked if Tricia and I would have dinner with him on Wednesday night. It was very important, had to be very discreet and make no mention of this to anyone. We agreed in an instant, intrigued and salivating at even more business. On Wednesday, Olga told us that a car would be picking us up around 6 pm. Olga was her usual efficient self and brightened our office. She always had a smile with those vivid red lips that always shone. Today too she had a bright red outfit, spaghetti straps that clung to her body... It did nothing to hide her big bosom and narrow waist. The skirt was well above the knee and showed off very shapely legs that ended in red stilettos. Most men would be salivating at the prospect of spending an evening with her. I did too but in truth, I was also a little scared of her femininity. I had never been around someone like her. Tricia had warmed to her but of course she had no problem to get closer to Olga. She knew my discomfort and enjoyed it even. Precisely at 6.00 pm on the Wednesday a large Mercedes drew up alongside our building. Olga was watching and led us to the vehicle. We got in and Olga sat between Tricia and myself. It was a large car but somehow it seemed that her legs were frequently brushing against my trousers. She seemed oblivious to my discomfort. I didn't know what lay ahead tonight but it was clear that Olga was very much a part of Mr Petrov's plans. If I upset her, I was sure our fat retainer and business would disappear. The windows of the Mercedes were blackened and I wasn't sure where we were headed. It seemed we were going on the highway and thus out of town. As Olga had predicted, after around 30 minutes I heard the crunch of the Mercedes on a driveway. The doors opened and we stepped into a secluded house where a butler like person opened the door. He knew Olga and greeted her in Russian. Tricia and I followed Olga to a large room that had a group of people. I saw Mr Petrov and he came over to us. Olga kissed him on both cheeks. He shook my hands warmly and kissed Tricia on both cheeks. All of his guests were extremely well dressed and the ladies sparkled with diamonds and other stones. I was quite sure these were all real gems. Champagne was being served and I saw a large bowl of ice with a bottle of vodka. On a smaller bowl there was a pound of caviar and some very thin crackers. I was just taking this all in when Olga grabbed my hand and asked if I had tasted Russian caviar before. "No," I said and let her take me to the table. A server was standing there in a black uniform. She spoke to him in Russian. Moments later I was given a small plate with that thin cracker piled high with caviar. Olga took the cracker and placed it in my mouth. I opened my mouth without thinking as she moved the cracker to my face. She followed up with a heaped caviar cracker of her own. Still with arms linked she took me to the next table and again spoke in Russian. We were each handed a glass of ice cold clear liquid: vodka. "Straight down," Olga said and gulped it down. It had been a long time since I drank shots but I felt compelled to oblige. I chugged it down and it felt cold but tasted very good. "Great," I said to her. "Thanks." Olga smiled the biggest smile of my life bringing her beautiful face even more to life. How could I resist that look and smile? Tricia was ignored in those few minutes but I observed Mr Petrov talking animatedly with her. Olga took me by the arm and introduced me to the two other couples. I didn't understand their names correctly. All spoke excellent but accented English. They were all from the world of big business in mining and banking. This is how the other half lives, I thought. Dinner was next at a table for the eight of us. Mr Petrov didn't appear to have a wife or partner. Waiters served a variety of dishes that were fabulous. I didn't mind eating like this. Olga sat next to me and Tricia was seated next to Mr Petrov. There was a wine and several rounds of vodka. I looked at Olga in desperate need for help. She looked at me with that smile and took my half-drunk glasses of vodka and drained my glass. She did this discreetly and nobody noticed. Her legs touched mine and I didn't know of there was a message here or it was due to the seating arrangements. I assumed the latter but felt very flattered by the attention - and drinking help - she was giving me. By the time dinner was over it was almost 9.30 pm. The other two couples left and we were alone. Olga asked Tricia and me to accompany her and we went to an office. This was quite large with big computer screens and a long conference table. Mr Petrov entered and offered us more liquor. I knew I had to keep my head clear and hoped that perhaps Olga would help. She seemed able to absorb the alcohol better than I. Mr Petrov lit a big cigar. He offered me one too but I wasn?t a smoker. Olga lit a cigarette who offered one to Tricia. She declined. I watched how Olga placed that white cigarette in her bright red mouth and lit the cigarette with a gold lighter. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows and then taking another drag crushed out her cigarette. Did I look disapprovingly at her? By now we were all on first name terms. Ivan Petrov blew out a cloud of cigar smoke and leant back in his chair and looked at me. "Evan," he said, "I am very pleased with how you have been conducting our business. It seems you have learned the way we are structured and how we like to assure our positions with the contracts. I was very happy with the way you handled the land purchase of that textile company. I am sure Tricia and Olga helped and it seems like a good team." He paused, blew out another cloud of smoke and continued. "My partners and I have a much larger project in hand and need your help. Very special help for which we need your full co-operation. My partners in this project are Gregory and Vladimir, the other two gentlemen who were here with their wives. What I have to say is extremely confidential and not to be disclosed to anyone at any time during or after the transaction." He looked at me again. I was a little put off by his constant stare but he had also praised me and the others. So it seemed all was well. "Evan, have you heard of Bigtime, Inc?" Ivan asked. "I haven?t," I said. "Should I know them? Is the company registered in this country?" "Well yes. It is not well known and has many subsidiaries and shell companies in different countries. It is owned by another Russian family, the Chekhovs. Recently, Mr Chekov divorced his wife in a very nasty settlement." "Ivan Ivanovich, she divorced him," Olga interrupted using the Russian form of addressing friends. Ivan smiled. "As usual, Olga is correct. She, Lyudmila, took Dimitri to the cleaners. He was cheating on her with the secretary as well as using funds for other than normal business purposes. The history is not important except that Lyudmila is now in control of the company, and in fact the sole shareholder of the company that owns the mall. Dimitri was into some businesses that shouldn?t be made public and so had to accept her offer. It was bitter, came to fights and there is a lot of bad blood. Lyudmila has surrounded herself with some tough people, all women, and has become a man hater. You saw the results that Olga had to suffer through when she tried to get information from one of Lyudmila?s male people. Thank God, that relative and Lyudmila are not on speaking terms and they don?t know who Olga is, but Lyudmila is paranoid about security, has her sources of information everywhere and only tolerates females. Last but not least, she wants to return to Russia to her family where she can live quite luxuriously. So, she wants this deal done quickly and discreetly of course." "So how can I help in this situation?" I asked. It seemed there was big money involved. Ivan looked at me silently for a long moment. Olga lit another cigarette and I saw a tremble in her hands. "This is a very difficult request but there is a lot of money at stake here." He paused, looking at me directly continued, "The Company is ultimately the owner of the mall where you have your office. Lyudmila wants to dispose of the mall and we very much want to buy it and expand the retail area with shops, restaurants and even a cinema. Lyudmila has a problem in dealing with males and will only deal with females. To do this deal, we think you need to assume a female identity and negotiate with Lyudmila." He let the words sink in... "What are you asking?" I asked in a rather squeaky voice. Perhaps I didn?t hear him correctly. Ivan looked at me again with a deep stare. "Well, if Lyudmila will only deal with females, then we have to find one. There are many females lawyers around. We know that. But, firstly they don?t know my business and the connections as you do. Secondly, as I said, the project is the mall where you currently have your office." I was stunned. Was this guy nuts? How could he even ask me the question? How could I impersonate a woman? If Olga got that badly hurt, I might end up in a body bag. "Ivan, I personally agreed the signature on our lease and it is with The Mall Corporation LLC. There was no mention of Bigtime. And I can?t do this. It's crazy. I'll make a fool of myself and I may end up beaten or dead!" I was getting quite upset. Tricia and Olga sat there passively, silent and watching me. I had hoped that Tricia would come to my rescue. "Evan, I do understand your concerns. I wouldn?t ask you if I thought there were viable alternatives. The Mall Corporation is a subsidiary of Bigtime, or was I should say. It now belongs to solely to Lyudmila as we understand it. Before you get upset, let me explain the both sides of this equation. On the one hand, you will "disappear" for about a week. Don?t worry about the transformation etc as Olga can help. By the way Olga will also always be at your side. She will also sign the contracts on behalf of our company. It is a sacrifice we know, but then comes the other side of the equation: $ 50,000 paid immediately to your company. A further $ 50,000 on completion of the purchase. In addition, we will offer you a 5-year rent free lease. Thereafter at market rates. We do expect a lot but are also willing to pay a lot." Ivan got up. I thought the meeting was over. "Please talk with Tricia and Olga. I have a call to make and you have thirty minutes to decide." He walked away out of the office. Olga, Tricia and I stared at each other. It was a tough decision for a thirty minute time window. "How do you feel about this?" Tricia asked quietly. "It is asking a lot of you but there is a tremendous pay off for you and the company." "Don?t worry about how you look. I will make sure everything is OK. We don?t want them to think of Ivan and our company as fools. And I will be there to make sure of everything." Olga was being serious and put her hand on mine in a gesture of re-assurance. She would have my back. "What I heard is so outrageous, I can?t believe I am in this position." I was really upset that I would be put in this position. ?Evan, I understand your position. I do have some concerns too. But the stakes are quite high. I am also quite concerned that any refusal may jeopardize the business we currently have with Ivan." Tricia was trying to rationalize. But then she wouldn?t be put through this problem. Olga took another cigarette, lit it and inhaled deeply. She looked at me seriously. "Evan, Ivan and I will not let you be hurt. I know how you work and I know you can do this with our help." I believed her. But how much could they control the situation. If it got rough, I and perhaps Olga, would be paying the price. Tricia saw my growing unease. "Olga, can I speak to Evan alone please? Just a few minutes . "Sure," Olga said and rose. I watched her bubble butt sway on those heels. She was certainly a sexy lady. Even under these circumstances she was able to distract me with her walk. "Evan, this is difficult decision for you I know. I understand if you would turn it down. I am not sure how they will arrange it, but I do know you can pull it off. Didn?t you tell me you did amateur dramatics? Anyway, there is a lot of money here as a balloon payment and also the rent free part. Given the ongoing retainers etc we need to think about this carefully." "Amateur dramatics didn?t mean I had to dress like a woman for days on end. I'll never get away with it. It is a lot of money, but Tricia this is a crazy scheme." I was losing the argument. I didn?t have much time to decide. "OK, tell Mr Petrov you can?t do it and let's go. We'll survive as we did before." Tricia was giving me a way out. She got up and opened the door and asked Olga to return. "So, any conclusion?" Olga asked. "I think Evan doesn?t believe he can do it and is the right person for this job," Tricia answered for me. "But, it is..." I started to say when Olga interrupted. "Tricia, please wait here. I want to talk to Evan." Olga took me into another room, a smaller drawing room. "I just need to use the restroom. Please wait here." She walked through a door and I waited. Many books, pictures of family. A small piano and some graduation certificates from Harvard University in Business Administration for Oleg Zhukov. Impressive to graduate summa cum laude, I thought. Olga returned. "Evan, I know this is difficult. Ivan and his partners need you to do this. I can help you with everything. Believe me, I know you can do this. We will be spending some time together and well, I will take very good care of you." Olga came to me, hugged me and kissed me lightly on the lips." She wiped any smear off my lips with her red tipped fingers. It was done in a very sensuous way. My mind was reeling. Was she offering me sex? Was she offering herself as a bonus? Was I dreaming? She had pecked me on the lips too. What was I to say? "We have to go back," she said and went ahead of me back to the meeting room. Ivan Petrov returned with a serious look on his face. "So," Ivan said, "have you decided if you will help?" "Well," I began, "it's.." "Ivan Ivanovich, Evan told me he can do it, but he thinks there is a lot of risk," Olga said looking at me directly in the eye. Under the table her leg rubbed mine. "Hm...," Ivan said. "OK. Probably fair statement. So, let me say again. $ 50 K immediately. $ 100 K on completion and the rent free office as before. Whatever expenses you have with ... with all the changes etc, we will pay. Olga can take care of that. Agreed?" It was a lot of money. The thought of spending time with Olga with all that was hinted should have made it a no brainer. Tricia looked at me with raised eyebrows. This deal would make us for life. "OK," I said hesitantly. "I will do my best. I hope I can make it work." "Thank you," Ivan said and extended his hand. "It's getting late and I need to make more calls. I will leave it to Olga to make all the arrangements but I will come to your office in two days and provide you all the full details and papers we have so far." Ivan rose, shook hands with Tricia and me and left the room. Tricia, Olga and I sat there in silence a few moments. How was I going to pull this off? "The car will take us back," Olga said. ?My car is at the office too,? She grabbed her purse and led us out of the room. Our cars were parked at the office so the Mercedes took us back there. We were mostly silent. My mind was awhirl. What had I committed to? I was happy they had so much confidence in me, but could I close this deal? I wasn?t lacking confidence but this was outside anything I had done or indeed dreamed of. The next day started off as usual. Olga was her immaculately dressed self. She seemed very happy, more than her usual cheery self. Tricia appeared normal but wanted to meet with me one on one ASAP. I took care of the urgent things and went to Tricia?s office. I heard Olga on the phone, sometimes in English and sometimes Russian. Tricia asked me to close the door. "Evan, are you OK with this deal. I know there is a lot at stake but I don?t think you should be pressured. We will manage somehow. We did before, right?" I sat down and replied, "Trish, this is outside anything I imagined. It is outrageous in some ways. I hardly slept last night. But even if Petrov cancels our retainer, $ 150K will make a big difference. I will make sure we have the 5 year rent free deal too. So for the business I don?t see a downside. For me personally, besides looking like a fool, I am feeling OK. I think Petrov and Olga will make sure it goes well. They have a lot to lose if we fail." As I was speaking to Tricia I began to feel less worried. This would make life difficult for some time. ?But it is a strange request. Can you manage the office for some time," I asked "Sure. Right now most of our business is Petrov. If you and Olga are out, I assume the other Petrov business will trickle off for that period. I think they are smart business people and seem to have a lot of money. I can handle the rest easily." "OK," I said looking at her directly. "Isn?t this weird? Never learned about this in law school. By the way, I saw a certificate from Harvard Business School in that side room. Oleg or somebody. Graduated summa cum laude in Business Admin. I didn?t make that grade so they do have some other resources too." "I wonder why they are not getting him involved in this. I assume he?s not a lawyer and his face may be known to the other party." Tricia's point highlighted how delicate and discreet everything had to be. "Don?t know but obviously we may be cheaper." I grinned and got up. "Will I see you in a dress?" Tricia asked with humor in her voice. "May be. Who knows I may like it and we will become an all-female law corporation shortly. Not," I shot back and left the office quickly. Later that day, a large packet of documents were dropped off. Olga told us that it would require two or three days for me to get into my role. There was a tentative meeting to be held in the Four Seasons Hotel downtown. Initially there were three days allocated to the meetings. It seemed Lyudmila was anxious to go back to Russia or wherever. The meetings were for Tuesday to Thursday. So Olga wanted me to free my calendar from the Saturday on to prepare not only my physical transformation but also to go over the documents and ensure there were no issues. Lyudmila would bring her assistant and lawyer too. Today was Wednesday. Ivan Petrov would be here at 10 am tomorrow to discuss all details. As usual, my weekend was clear. I had nothing planned. I needed time to look at the documents. I spent time late into the night immersed in the documents. There were some peculiar parts of the agreement with regard to liabilities etc. The other amazing factor was that the normal disclosures and valuations showed that the price the Petrov group would pay was substantially lower than market. I was curious as to why Lyudmila would sell so far below market. I went to bed with a million questions and dreams on having to change my life for a period of time. I also drew up some papers that authorized Olga to sign on behalf of the Petrov group. Ivan Petrov arrived on time. We went through the basics of the transaction. Dimitri and his cronies had some crazy financial arrangements. Obviously Ivan did not require finance from outside parties and I needed to ensure that the loans were paid off and the company had no debt. I also asked why the price was so much lower than market. Ivan explained that per the divorce agreement with her husband, Lyudmila would keep all the receipts of the sale of the company. Any losses would be entirely Dimitri's. So selling at a loss did not affect Lyudmila directly. All the money received from this sale would be hers. We didn?t want Bigtime Inc and all their subsidiaries. We just want the corporation Mall Corporation that only has the mall as their asset. We went over some other details of the transaction and I felt I knew the pressure spots. Ivan wanted me to call him prior to the final signature. He signed the papers authorizing Olga to sign the final contracts. Ivan also said that he had authorized the transfer of the initial deposit to our account. Olga had thought that I should prepare at the country house where we had met as there would be peace and privacy. Olga had some people who could help with the required changes. Since Ivan had transferred money any escape route for me was gone. I had to do the best I could and say a prayer that I could carry it off. "So I assume you are committed to this," Ivan asked before he left. "I know it is a lot to ask but as you see, there are huge financial gains for all." "Yes," I said quietly. "Am a little anxious of course and will do my best." "Olga is a good organizer. Evan, we are sure it will be OK. Olga will help and we are sure you will be successful. Good luck." Ivan shook my hand and left. Ivan had hardly left the office when Olga asked me for a private meeting in my office. There was someone I needed to meet. How could I object? I waited for her to come in. A lady came in with Olga, a small briefcase in her hand. "Evan, after our discussion last night I needed to make some arrangements. Valentina here needs to take some measurements to get the clothes organized. Would you please remove your jacket and shoes?" As if in robot mode I removed my jacket and shoes thankful she didn?t request I remove pants and shirt. Valentina, took out a scale from her case and asked me to step on it. Then she went to work measuring me from neck to chest to waist. Then also my hips and inner leg measurements. She looked at my shoes and noted their size. With a small measure, she took the width of my shoe. She was done in the thirty minutes as Olga promised. ?Perfect size. 5 foot 7 inches and 140 lbs. with 32? waist,? Olga was reading Valentina?s measurements. She had stood by with a wide grin as she saw my discomfort. "All done, thanks," she said and led Valentina out of the office babbling in Russian. Olga, Tricia and I had a brief meeting that afternoon. It was agreed that I would go with Olga to the house on the Friday night so that we could start early on the Saturday. There was a lot to do and learn and we couldn?t afford to fail. Tricia reassured us that she would take care of the office and that we should focus on this until it was all done. Reassuring but I felt I was bearing the brunt. I left the office with the documents and had another evening of my face buried in documents and making copious notes. The next morning Tricia picked me up as I didn?t want to leave my car in the office. She stopped at a Starbucks and bought us coffee and pastry. We didn?t talk much until we had our coffee. I had a small bag with some clothes and toiletries. Olga had insisted I not bring much. There was everything we would need at the house. "So are you ready?" Tricia asked. "How can I be?" I replied. "I have no idea what to expect." "Well, you can expect a big Christmas bonus. Ivan's money is in the account." I knew Tricia was trying to make me relax. But there were too many thoughts going through my mind. I was resigned to my fate. The day passed with a flurry of activity. I met with Tricia and handed her all the notes on the projects we needed to follow up on. There wasn?t too much but I wanted Tricia to stay busy. Olga was busy making many phone calls, some in Russian and some in English. As usual she was dressed very smartly and her makeup was perfect. I wondered how she managed that. She was the epitome of beauty and brains. At closing time, Tricia wished me well, hugged me and kissed on both cheeks. "Call if you need anything. Or just want to talk," she whispered. Olga watched with interest. I went with Olga, briefcase stuffed full of papers and my laptop, my grip with personal items in the other hand. Olga had her briefcase too and her purse. We were just colleagues leaving the office after a hard day's work. Olga's sleek 3 series silver BMW was not parked far away. I threw my stuff in the back and got into the front passenger seat. After we buckled up, Olga moved out. She patted me on the knee and said, "Relax and it could be fun. Tense up and we can make mistakes and screw up the deal." "OK," I responded. "I called ahead and they are making dinner for us at the house," Olga said. "I chose the menu I hope you like it." "I am sure," I replied. I didn?t think Olga and Ivan would offer anything less than the best that money could buy. It took us a little longer to arrive and it was almost 6.30 pm to get there. I took my things and noticed that Olga had a small case with her, certainly not enough to last a week or so. We went in and it seemed Olga was very familiar with the house. She explained that the property belonged to Ivan who used it as a retreat or when he wanted to meet overseas guests over a weekend. It had many rooms and a permanent staff of thee that looked after the house and large garden. Olga greeted the butler in Russian and he went away. We climbed a broad staircase and it seemed there were many large rooms. "This will be your room," Olga said opening a door. It was large, very modern and had an en-suite bathroom. "You can hang your things up here," she said pointing to a closet. "Dinner will be ready at about 7.30. So, let's meet in the drawing room at 7.15 or so for drinks." "OK," I said softly still amazed at the space and luxury of the fittings. "I am in the room next door," Olga said and opened a door. It wasn?t locked and led to an equally large room. "Please feel free to come in at any time," I wondered if that was a gesture of communication or a come-on. Olga closed the door behind her and I was left to my thoughts. I didn?t have time for a shower or clothes to change into so I explored the room. The closet was large and full of women's clothes; glamorous clothes it appeared very much in the style that Olga wore to work daily. One side of the closet was bare. There was a heavy chest of drawers and most of the drawers were full of female undergarments. There was one empty drawer and I put my things in it. There was a large vanity with a large mirror and bright lights around it. Many small cases of cosmetics were arranged neatly below the mirror. The adjacent bathroom was luxurious with bright chrome fittings. The large shower could have easily hosted two or more people. This was a luxury I should enjoy for the next few days. I went downstairs on time and walked into the lounge. Olga was there. She looked stunning in a long black dress with a high slit that came almost to her crotch. Her heels matched and her makeup was stronger. She was a dream. :?Hello," she said and handed me a glass of champagne. She had been expecting me. "Right on time as I expected," she said with a heart-warming smile. I was to spend a few days sequestered with this beauty. What had I done to deserve this? We clinked glasses and took a sip. Olga asked how I felt and repeated her request for me to relax. I promised I would try. I gulped down my champagne as the butler announced dinner. We were seated at a small side table by a large bay window in the huge dining room. It reminded me of an intimate dinner in a quiet Italian restaurant. Except this was the home of a Russian millionaire and I was here with his -who was she to Ivan I wondered? Perhaps I would find out. There was a variety of small dishes as appetizers which we picked at. The conversation was about Russia and how life was there. A cold soup followed and then a stew like dish called Stroganoff. Desert was a light mousse. It was a fabulous meal. Wine was available. At the end, Olga went to the cabinet which housed a small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of ice cold vodka and two frozen glasses. She poured out two shots, clinked and downed the alcohol in one gulp. I followed suit. Strangely the cold liquor felt good as it slid down my throat, very comforting. "Do you mind if I smoke?" Olga asked me with those big eyes. How could I refuse? "Please," I responded. She lit her cigarette and drew in a lungful of smoke. Whilst I didn?t like smoking, I admired how she elegantly held the cigarette and drew on it. The bright red of her lips encircling the white cigarette. Suddenly she crushed it out. "I know you don?t like it. Two puffs were enough. Please sit I need to explain somethings." Olga poured out two more shots and drew her chair nearer to mine. We were alone but nevertheless she wanted to speak softly. "Evan, we will get to know each other quite well over the next few days. We have a lot of work but we can also have some fun." She clinked glasses with me and drained her glass. I felt compelled to do the same. I was getting a buzz. "You understand that your transformation needs to be perfect, right?" Olga asked moving her face closer to mine. I could smell her perfume. "Yes, I know. I will do whatever you want," I replied meekly. "OK, we should start tonight. You need to shave all your hair from your neck down. I will help you...." "But I will be wearing clothes. Nobody will see," I interrupted. Olga smiled. "Trust me. You need to shave your legs and need all hair below your eyebrows removed. It will also help you get into the role more easily. Trust me please," "Ok, but I don?t know how to reach some places...." "I said I would help. Please trust me. There will be much we share together." She leaned forward and said, "Thank you for doing this. I do appreciate it." Our mouths were so close we could have kissed. Olga pulled away suddenly with a smile. Perhaps there was a promise of something more intimate later. "No problem," I said. "Ivan and you have been very kind and generous. I hope I can do what you both want." Ice cold vodka and a promise of more from Olga would have melted all red, male hearts. "I am sure," she said, grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom. "I will see you in a minute. Please change and wait for me in the bathroom," Olga disappeared into her room. I removed my coat and shirt and stepped out of my pants. I just wore my boxers and went into the bathroom. I didn?t have much body hair but I hoped it would grow back soon. The door opened and Olga entered. She just had a thin wrap, belted at the waist, around her revealing a big and perfect pair of breasts beneath the diaphanous material. She had removed most of her makeup but had obviously applied a fresh coat of that lipstick. Her full lips were luscious and very kissable. This was not the time to get a tent in my pants. She noticed my discomfort and gave me that big smile. "I think you need to lose the boxers too," she said. I turned around and dropped my boxers. I felt some rubber gloved hands spread something on my back and down to my butt. A couple of fingers lingered between my cheeks and I pushed back a little, enjoying the moment. ?Turn around, please," she said softly into my ear. I slowly turned around, hands covering my growing member at my crotch. She rubbed some stuff on my neck, chest, under my arms and knelt down and made sure my legs were covered in the goo. She moved my hands from my crotch and lathered up my sac and underneath. "We?ll trim the hair a little after your shower." My body started to tingle and Olga pushed me into the shower. The warm shower helped soothe my tingling nerves and I saw the hair wash down the drain. My cock drooped now and Olga held out a big towel as I stepped out. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my waist. Silently Olga removed the towel. She turned me around and inspected my body closely. She appeared satisfied. She was seated on the closed toilet seat with a pair of scissors. Was she going to cut it off? I shuddered. But she gently trimmed the hair to a short patch. Of course all this handling caused my thing to grow. What was a guy to do when a beautiful girl was handling his manly bits? Olga looked at me with that big smile. She knew the effect she was having on me and my member. None of this helped me try to will my cock to go down. Olga grasped my cock in one hand and my sac in the other. "You need to relax," she said and kissed the tip. Her eyes were still fixed on me. Except for the lipstick, this was Olga without the paint. She still looked beautiful. ?Would you like me to take care of this?? What was I to do? It was a soft, delicate and pink tongue between the full lips that was causing my cock to grow very hard. I stared back at her and nodded. Slowly and very deliberately she took me ever deeper into her mouth. First the head and then slowly moving down to the base of my cock. Slowly, sucking hard and with her eyes still on me she licked me from tip to the base. My cock wasn?t large, maybe five inches when erect, and I had no complaints from my previous college girlfriends. Olga had no problem to take my full length. It didn?t take long for me to feel the rise in my sac and I exploded in her mouth. She still kept sucking from root to tip until I was drained. With the tip of her tongue she licked the remaining drop in my slit. Was I dreaming? This was like dying and going to heaven. "Thanks," I said hoarsely. "That was very nice. I have wanted to do that for some time now." Olga stood up and kissed me lightly. I am not sure what happened but my brain exploded. Even though she had just swallowed my load I pulled her to me and thrust my tongue in her mouth. I kissed her hard releasing emotions that I hadn?t felt before. It was a long minute before we stopped mutual exploration of each other's mouth. We hugged each other in silence. "It will be a long day tomorrow. Get some sleep," Olga said and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Here take this robe and sleep well." She led me by the hand to the bedroom, kissed me lightly again and went to her room. The silken shirt was long and fell below my knees. I wasn?t sure what it was but it felt good against my bare skin. I fell into a deep sleep with many confused images in my mind. Time with Olga wouldn?t be too bad at all. I was always used to get up around 6 am, do my exercise, shower and head to the office. But it was a Saturday and I didn?t start till an hour later. As I turned and adjusted to my surroundings, I felt something next to me. Another warm body. It had been a long time since I slept with a girl. Perhaps this wouldn?t turn out to be such a bad week after all. The bedside clock showed 7 am and I wasn?t sure how long I had lain next to Olga. I felt hands, and then a warm body, crawl down to my shaft which was beginning to rise. I was in a cloud. A warm mouth kissed my tip and I felt the warm moistness on my cock. This was a great way to start the day and I had never experienced this before. I felt I had to reciprocate and motioned Olga to slide over me for a sixty nine. She resisted but I used my hands and removed her mouth from my cock. She turned around and faced me. "I am not sure this is the time," Olga said looking at me seriously, breasts pressed firmly to my chest. "What do you mean? I want to very much," I pleaded. "Please Olga. I want to do this." I kissed her hard on the mouth. "I don?t want to spoil this time with you," Olga said. "But perhaps it is better you know. OK. Please do not be angry." I heard the words but didn?t read anything into them. She crawled down to my cock and kissed it. In a moment she had it deep in her mouth again. She moved her body over me and struggled with her panties. I was pleased to be able to reciprocate and helped her slide them down. I opened my mouth to lick her slit and found a soft rod filling my mouth. Olga had a cock! It was about the same size as mine but somewhat thicker. Her legs grabbed my head and thrust deeply into my mouth. Her cock was still soft and I felt a rising excitement as it grew in my mouth. I had no time to think about this as I opened my mouth wide to accept the intrusion. I was horny, and having that warm sensual mouth on my penis removed all doubts. I sucked as she was sucking me. It almost seemed natural. It took a few minutes to adjust to this object and I felt the cock in my mouth growing hard and thrusting firmly. It didn?t take much more for me to feel the result of an eruption as a warm substance flowed down my throat. It tasted salty and nice. I tried to suck out more and in that moment erupted myself deep into Olga's mouth. We stayed like that for some minutes as our cocks grew softer. Strangely, I liked the way her cock had grown and then erupted in my mouth, its texture and taste. I knew that most males loved having their partners give them oral relief. Giving that same relief was something that had never entered my mind, not even in fantasy. Reluctantly I let it out of my mouth as Olga turned and rested on top of me. She kissed me, tongue thrusting. "Thank you," she said with tears in her eyes. She hugged me tightly. "Why are you crying?" I asked softly. ?Didn?t you like it? It was my first time.? "It was my first time yesterday too. Nobody has sucked my cock before. I thought you would hate me. You never even looked at me in the office." she said. "No, I never hated you. You always looked so good and beautiful I was always scared to approach you. That thing between your legs is a surprise, a nice surprise. I enjoyed it. My first time too, but I am happy to know your secret. I would never have guessed you were so .. so special.? I wanted to say more but her mouth filled me and i couldn?t get the words out. "Thank you again. We need to get up. We have a lot to do to turn you into a beautiful woman." As she stood, the robe fell away and I noticed her perfect figure. Her large breasts stood proud, nipples very erect. Olga saw me stare and pulled my hands to her breast. "They are real. I mean they are implants. Do you like them?" I couldn?t speak as I took the large nipple between my fingers. "I saw this on that first day. It was beautiful even then," i said and sucked on a nipple. I stroked her other breast. "We need to get started. I promise we will have plenty of time later. OK? I need to tell you more." Olga helped me from the bed and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Please take a shower and I will see you here in thirty minutes. We have several people to meet today." Please wear the robe behind the door." Olga left me and went to her room. I removed the night garment and stepped into the shower. As I soaped myself I noticed the smooth silkiness of my body. I went through all the events of last night and the surprise discovery this morning. My mind refused to accept that Olga was any less a woman - even with those extra parts. I had found it so easy to please Olga although I was in ecstasy with my cock down her throat. I was surprised that I had accepted her ?extra part? so easily and had no reservations or regrets. I had cum more often in the last twelve hours than I had in the last twelve months. It was incredible. Olga was a sexy girl with all female attributes. Yes, she had something hanging down there but it really didn?t take away from the beauty of her body. She seemed so anxious to please, in and out of bed. Then there was all that I was going through today and the next few days. It was nice to get closer to Olga, but I was in for a series of changes that I had to concentrate on. I toweled off and put on the robe. It was silken and felt very sensuous against my smooth body. I entered the room and awaited Olga. It took her longer but she arrived. She too wore an almost see-through robe, her breasts jutting out proudly. Her hair was wrapped in a towel in a turban fashion. She wore no makeup but was still as beautiful when she was fully painted. She had that wide and beautiful smile on her face. "So, we will have a light breakfast and then we have Zarina come to help you with a female form. Then she will help you with clothes and get you fitted. Finally, Valentina will help you with makeup. Please relax, it will be OK. I will be with you all the way." It seemed Olga had all the details worked out. The light breakfast consisted of grapefruit, toast and softly boiled eggs. Strong coffee accompanied the breakfast. We didn?t speak much, each absorbed in our own thoughts. Much as I wanted to concentrate what I was about to undergo and the prospect of dealing with Lyudmila. I was also surprised that neither of us felt shy about being so close to each other in an almost nude state. It had been a very swift change in attitude for me. Until last night, I had shut Olga out of my mind although I was not blind to her charms and beauty. I was scared of her, perhaps of rejection and besides I never believed that one should have affairs within a small or even large company. Most of all I was surprised at myself for not being turned off by that appendage between Olga's legs. I had committed an act I never believed I was capable of. Just as we finished breakfast, the butler came in and spoke to Olga. I didn?t under a word of course. Olga held my hand and walked me to the far end of the passage which d a gym, spa and swimming pool. I met Zarina, a stocky lady with stern face wearing a white smock. I was led to a small room with a massage table. Olga asked me to disrobe. I had lost all pretense of modesty and let the robe fall. Zarina came up to me and felt me all over. Olga had done a good job of denuding me of hair. She even moved my cheeks apart and inspected me. Turning me around, she lifted my flaccid cock and inspected my sac. Thankfully, my cock remained flaccid and I was grateful that two recent orgasms had forced my cock into resting. Olga watched all of this with a smile. She lifted her eyebrow in a question as Zarina lifted my cock. "Please lie on the table on your back." Olga came to my side and pressed my shoulder. "This is where change begins. We need to give you breasts. These are specially made, light and look very natural and will be glued on with a special adhesive. Removable after some time of course with a special solvent. I think it is some weeks before you need to remove them." Olga smiled. It wasn?t going to be weeks. This project would take a few days at most. ?Why do they need to be glued on?? I asked. ?Surely they have bra fillers or something.? I thought this was a little extreme. Olga looked at me. ?If you want to look like a successful lawyer and wear outfits to match, you need to have these glued on. They will look very natural. I don?t think Lyudmila is expecting to meet an average housewife type.? She smiled. ?You will like them.? Zarina swabbed my chest area with some cold alcohol. She had two jelly like substances in her hand which she positioned over my breast area. She sprayed something on the underside and pressed the objects onto my chest. She had a good eye and placed them easily into a natural position. I couldn?t see too much over the height of the mounds. Zarina pressed one mound and Olga the other. She had a big smile on her face. I was going to become like her. Zarina pressed her finger along the almost transparent edge of both breasts. From my point of view I couldn?t tell where the edges were.