Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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Tom shifted his weight. He stood outside the Lizard Lounge casting a
less than professional eye over the queue. It consisted of three girls,
who if they were really as old as they should be to enter, would already
be Thrusting their IDs. They were definitely old enough to fuck he
decided and casually waved them in. He turned to admire their asses as
they passed him. One glanced back as he brushed his hand over her tight
skirt. He smirked. "See you in there later." Her face froze, her scarlet
lips apart and she hurried after her friends.
"Jesus, Tom we want them to come back here," said Mike his fellow
bouncer.
Tom grinned. "Once she's tried me she will be back..." he boasted, then
added more, "Besides I don't care The Smart Spot offered me a job."
"That's mob owned they say," said Mike doubtfully.
Tom shrugged with a lack of care engendered by having, unknown to his
workmate, slept in his car for the last three weeks. "Damn near twice
the pay and health insurance."
"Fuck really?"
"Really. I just had the medical. They told me to lose 15 lbs and gave me
a clean bill of health." At six foot seven. He had not even notice his
army weight creep up. the medical had seemed strange, far more thorough
than he had expected with tests and close readings of his medical files.
He felt sure to that it was conducted in front of a one way mirror.
induction tomorrow at the buoni amici.
Meanwhile Samantha Marco looked up and groaned. All the other study
cubicles were empty in the university library the students were now out
enjoying themselves. She had to get the paper on forensic accounting
finished tonight. Her father, James Marco's insistence that she meet
with his board tomorrow to discuss her future role with the company had
ruined her plans. She sighed, really her plans never went any further
than a bubble bath an erotic novel and some me time with her little
bullet vibrator. That was the most excitement she ever had nowadays.You
are going to be the first girl to become a virgin in college, she joked
to herself. Sam settled back to the paper she was sure would place her
top of her class. Her father had asked her to check the books of a chain
of kfc franchisees he was considering buying. Her findings had resulted
in a possible prosecution and a job offer from kfc itself. A job offer
that the more she thought about the more she liked. Her father kept her
far from the sharp end but she was well aware that his business was not
clean. She would tell the board tomorrow she was considering other
offers.
It was two hours later that Tom found the girl with the scarlet lips.
She was drunk but her friends clustered close and his hopes of seeing
that scarlet lipstick on his cock faded. Eventually he said, "You had
better all have your IDs next time you come here Ladies," and stalked
off. Back at his van Tom saw the hired tux hanging over the passenger
seat along with his new photo id for All Saints security and his mood
improved.His sucking up to Mo had finally paid off.At the induction he
would become a made man.
Mo nodded approvingly at Tom's tux and took a deep pointed breath. Tom
was glad he had been extra thorough in the gym's shower room today. "You
will do Tom." He plucked at Toms ID slipping it into his own pocket.
"You are in now. We will issue a permanent one after the induction.
You're honoured. The. boss's daughter is being inducted today. We will
be sharing their table, be respectful. They were amongst the first to
enter the dining room and as the other guest arrived, big men all they
stared with frank curiosity at Ted.
Sam stopped reading the erotic adventures of the ridiculously named
assassin Trixxie Lee slipping her kindle into her backpack as she
entered the restaurant building. She looked at it the bag regretfully.
It contrasted badly with her corporate look skirt and blouse. Her father
would be bound to notice, She was still a student darn it. She strode
forward to meet him trying to look confident. "Hello Daddy," she said.
His gaze swept over her looking vaguely disappointed as alway. "Hmmmp,
soon get you into shape," he said to reassure himself and then smiled.
Time to meet the guys. He opened the door for her as someone stepped
forward to take her bag.
This was not what she expected instead of a boardroom housing half a
dozen old white men She found herself in the main restaurant. Two maybe
three hundred dinner jacketed men turning to stare at her. Like her
father they were massive, not fat but, even sat at the tables, they
were.all taller than her. Sam's hand went to her long blonde hair. If
she had known It was formal she would have had an updo.Then she realised
The only women present were waitresses. "Gentlemen, my daughter," her
father introduced her to muted approval.
They were ushered to a table at which two people were already sat. Mo
and a young man in an ill fitting tux. They both rose and offered their
hands. "Honoured to meet you sir," said the one in the hired tux.
Everyone sat her father taking the place of honour in the centre. The
rest flanking him on the sides of the table.
"Dad," she said quietly, "I thought we were here so I could find out
about the job."
"Relax it's in the bag."
"But dad I was thinking about another offer."
"Don't worry we can offer a lot more. Now hush let's eat before we
induct young Tom here." And that despite proddings was all she could
get.
Tom sat between Mo Goldman and his new boss and tried to look relaxed.
The courses were processioned round the tables before being served.
Accompanied by a big man intoning cryptic utterances about the saints
who were sacrificed and the sinners who want to be saved. On the other
side of the boss he could see Sam the daughter flanked by an escort. She
seemed as nonplussed as he was. The meal a strangely hushed affair came
to a close. A stone slab about eighteen inches square was wheeled
forward. It was inscribed in Latin. Though either could have easily
picked it up alone, Moe and Sam's escort, rose and between them moved it
reverently it onto the main table. Then they positioned themselves,
standing behind Tom and Sam. "Behold a Saint offers himself," intoned
Marco. Then said something in Latin. Mo Goldman tossed the ID on to the
slab. Taking care that it was face up "....and the sinner makes her
sacrifice." Monroe took his daughter's hand and before Sam could object
cut the side of a finger with what looked like an art knife. "Daddy!"
she yelped, startled. And her blood fell onto the stone and Tom's ID.
Everything greyed out for Tom. He slumped. Then coming round he started
flailing arms and legs numb and uncoordinated. Moes held him in his
chair. He could see himself from across the table being held. Mr Monroe
bending over him saying, "The body remembers, just let it do what it
does..." Tom watched his own eyes rock up. As he fought for control. He
moaned in pain as his heel scraped down his calf, and realised that the
Tom he could see, the Tom who's legs were spreadeagled, was not the Tom
he could feel. This was not an out of body experience it was a different
body experience. As he absorbed this he stopped flailing and his body
remembered what to do, sitting up straight.gulping for air. Slowly as
Tom calmed his breath mind and body came together.He was shorter. The
girls escort was holding him. A cross he could see the girl's father
speaking to... to Tom, "Remember the body knows if you are lost just
give it its head."
Tom tried to speak. Nothing emerged from his mouth except a a high
pitched string of vowels. I sound like Frankenstein's monster he
thought. And as he thought it he heard the words "....Frankenstein's
monster" emerge oddly different. The boss looked at him sharply. Tom
spoke to the guy holding him up. "It is alright I think I have it under
control." His voice was still a little high.
The guy holding Tom covered Tom's mouth with a huge hand. While opposite
the other Tom muttered sounding slurred, "... something wrong."
Marco smiled at the words, "No it's alright, just remember the body
knows," then guided the Person who used to be his daughter to his feet
and introduced him to the audience with The words, "Gentlemen, I present
your new brother. He, more than most, is made man."
The next several minutes past in confusion for Tom. He was swept up and
carried off, a jumbled impression, of being in a fireman's lift. His,
breasts, squashed against the guy carrying him. At the realisation that
he had breasts. He stopped paying attention to the external world. His
consciousness radiating out from his breasts trying to discern his new
body. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a tenor voice call out,
"Daddy, no!"
The escort tossed the girl who used to be Samantha Marco into the back
of the Limousine knocking her backpack to the floor. He shoved her over
and sat next to her. She righted herself and in the wobbly voice of the
newly swapped asked, "What did you do to me?" She kept her eyes down
looking at her hands that were now automatically adjusted her skirt.
"Gave your body to someone who needed it," he replied. Then tapped on
the glass so the driver would start. He looked at her. She would be a
pretty little thing if she made more of an effort. The girl made a lunge
for the door, Unable to open the child lock, she started desperately
yelling. He dragged her back before anyone noticed, pressing her face
down into his lap out of sight.
Ted felt the material coarse again his... Her face. Not me, he told
himself, not me. The escort raised Ted's head and pushed it down hard
into his lap with every word to emphasise his points. "You are not a big
tough guy any more. You are just another girl. With no name, no
identity. A girl with nowhere to go except where we want. A girl who can
do nothing except what we want." The movements became softer as he
spoke. Ted realised that his cheek was now being stroked against a
rapidly hardening cock. The man switched on the intercom to say, "Joe,
take the scenic route." Then he pushed the girls head back to look at
her. Fucking the boss's daughter seemed like the perfect end to the day.
Ted found himself kneeling on the floor of the limousine held by his
long hair. his bra, no, no the girls bra, was cutting into her breast
unseated by her struggles. Ted watched as the big man unbuttoning
himself awkwardly, cock too big, too hard, to make the job easy one
handed. Finally it sprang free. Tom could feel the heat of it radiating,
smell the musk. He closed his mouth.quickly and firmly teeth clenching
both his conscious mind and his new body in agreement. The Man back
handed Ted's face violently. "No biting." He struck again, The driver
leaned over to watch the events in the back. "No saying no." After the
Fifth blow he gripped the girl's hair and stuck his cock into the now
open mouth.
Ted gagged feeling the cock trusting into his mouth.. He tried to tell
himself that it was not his mouth. But it was too immediate to ignore.
It was pushing, thrusting into him. No. Into her. There was no mistaking
her body for anything but female now. Her breasts banging against the
seat. Her cheeks bulging obscenely as the escorts cock searched for her
throat. The driver watched fascinated as the bosses daughter gagged on
the big mans cock. He was still watching when limo left the on ramp. It
rolled down the grassy bank until stopped by the bushes planted to hide
the traffic.The limo settled on its side. It was about Fifteen minutes
before there was any movement.
Sam dreamt she was arguing with her father. He had done something
unspeakable and she wanted him to put it right but he was obstinate
answering shortly.. She felt the heat rising between her legs and felt
embarrassed until she realised that actually her father was at the the
end of an old phone. She moved her hand down, pressing the phone between
her legs, her hips started moving against the phone. The phone was
bigger now the size of a football and she moved her other hand to help
hold it in place. She could feel the football drawing her out. Her pussy
being sucked in, her clit hard as something ran round the tip. She
pulled her hips back and started thrusting.
There were choking sounds.Slowly she became aware that she was holding
someone's head as she thrust. "Oh God!" She was a man. A man staring
down at his still hard cock, at the woman crouched over it, all bosom
lingerie and spluttering. Aman who was twisting the woman's hair.
"Sorry," said Sam. As the memories started to return. "I was sleeping. I
didn't ... I wasn't... What the hell were you... I mean..."
Sam ran out of words.
The woman replied, "Took two deep breaths," then said, "Don't worry. Mr
Marco wanted you woken in the best possible way. He said to say I was
the first of many perks that you would come to appreciate." She slid her
hand down towards Sam's cock. Sam's hand wrapped round the cock
reflexively, surprised it was so warm to hold.
To distract her Sam said, "That is very pretty underwear. I am more of a
tshirt bra and plain panties girl myself."
The woman smiled. "Panty girl huh?"
Sam's cheeks burned. "I meant guy."
She laughed. "No one is pure vanilla. I won't tell anyone."
"No really it's not like that." Sam stopped at a loss for words. Only
aware that her new body vwas now squeezing its penis. "Give me a chance
to think would you? what's your name? Where are we?"
"I am Marie." She slid alongside him. "You are at the Round Top booked
into the McArthur suite for six months while you reorientate and find
somewhere to live. Another perk I guess." Marie pushed the last of the
bed linen aside and looked at the length of Sam's new body. "You really
are a big one, but I was told not to give you time to think." She bent
to run her tongue down Sam's belly. Then she gently lifted Sam's hand
out of the way.
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Sam Looked at the folder next to the Telvision.
On top was a note.
Sorry there seems to be a problem locating your laptop etc. We hope to
get them to you soon.you are booked into the spa and exercise room
today. Please let them know if you won't need them till the afternoon. I
recommend the manicure and pedicure.
Sam winced, the new feet looked like they belonged to Hugh Heffner, and
continued reading.
The folder has your contract and first project. When you want me Phone
the Concierge and ask for Personal (underlined twice) Maid Services.
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"How about David Wyke?" asked Lee. Scrolling through Netflix.
"Girl, It fridges his wife. I don't mind if it fails the Bechdale test
but I do have some standards."
"Fridges? What's the Bechdale test?" Lee asked.
"Seriously?" Tasmin went to the fridge and pulled out some wine.
"Welcome to the seventies girl.we are having a consciousness raising."
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