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Kristen's Journey Chapter 12: Summer Approaches After the whirlwind holidays ended, life became a lot more predictable as I fell into a pattern suitable for a young professional woman. The warming weather brought by spring meant several shopping trips to the local malls to extend my wardrobe. Brighter colors, lighter fabrics, and more revealing designs brought new joys. Oh, I should have mentioned first that I started on hormones (yes, I know I probably cut some corners because of Rebecca's connections). It might have been my imagination, but I could swear my skin was already feeling softer. Whatever, I loved showing off more of me. Rebecca and I continued to be a couple. Chad was a bit chagrined when he found out about us. He joked that he was going to have become a trans woman if he was ever going to find true love. I think Rebecca really felt sorry for him and made it her mission to find someone for him. Eventually she was able to set Chad up with a gender fluid artist that seemed to push all the right buttons. Let's see, what else should I mention? Oh yes, why am I calling Becky, "Rebecca"? We tried various cute names to call each other, but nothing seemed right, too artificial. Everyone always used our diminutive names. Then during one extra passionate evening of sex, she yelled out "I love you Kristin" and I screamed "I love you too Rebecca". So we use our proper names between ourselves. By the way, paper work was filed to make "Kristin" officially mine. In late March, I was able to "uncross my fingers" because Jen called me asked to be one of her bridesmaids (Megan was asked by Beth, wonder if I'll have to dance with her, I refuse to lead). So everything was humming along nicely until one morning in April. And it happened on April Fools day. Rebecca and I were having lunch together at a restaurant around the corner from my office building. We were just finishing up when Rebecca got a text from Gwen (my boss Gwen!). Why is Gwen texting Rebecca "Crisis. It's happening again. CALL. Don't tell Krissy". With a shocked look on my face, I pleaded "Don't tell me what? What are you hiding?". Rebecca took a deep breath, but she looked really worried, but said, "Remember, we have ground rules. I will tell you everything." She then called Gwen "Meet me downstairs in the bar. I'm just around the corner having lunch with Krissy and she will be with me!". Chapter 13: Deceit and Revenge Rebecca stayed silent until Gwen came down the elevator and entered the bar. She spotted us and hurried over. The waitress came over with some coffee and we waited a moment before talking. "I haven't told her anything yet." Rebecca said. "You tell her everything that happened back then. I'll take responsibility for my actions." Gwen started "When we got Helena Steward's business we were ecstatic. Turned out, it wasn't worth it. She's a manipulative blackmailing bitch. The first year was great. Helena's name brought us the additional sources of revenue. When it came time to renew the contract, Angela was unprepared for what happened. Helena kept delaying signing. Angela's one day trip turned into three, then four. Finally, after another dinner on Angela's expense account with several drinks, they went back to Helena's office where she said she was ready to sign. The contract was on her desk. Angela was a little tipsy. Helena sat on her desk and said she couldn't sign until she found her favorite pen. Angela was confused. Helena asked her to help find the pen. Then she said, I remember where I left it. She lifted her skirt and opened her legs. No panties. She pointed to her vagina. It's in there. If you want the contract signed, you need to get the pen. And don't use your dirty fingers. Your lips will do nicely." "Angela was young and naive and thought she needed to protect her job and Sarah and Becky's company. She started to regain her senses when she realized she'd gotten too close to Helena. Helena grabbed Angela with her legs and forced her face onto her pussy. As Angela struggled to catch her breath, her tongue entered Helena's vagina. The bitch really did put that fucking pen in there. As Angela pulled away, pen in her lips, Helena was taking her picture with her cell phone camera." "Whenever a contract with Helena needed to be signed, Angela had to service Helena's stinking pussy. Then on one occasion, Angela was sick and couldn't travel. Helena threatened to ruin Daisy Press, Sarah and everyone who work there if Angela didn't do her 'duty'. That's when Angela tearfully told me everything." Rebecca then continued "Then Gwen told me the whole sordid story. I was one of the people she was threatening. She said she would tell all of our clients I was trans. Funny, they all knew anyway, I was proud and open. But I was worried about Sarah. Helena is a fucking criminal but we saw no way out. I took Angela's place. Helena was strangely calm about me showing up rather than Angela to perform her vile pen ritual. Shortly after that, I took the job with Chad's company." Gwen finished the story "Since then, Helena has been quiet. She stopped violating Angela. We thought the harassment had ended. Sarah still thinks she's a noble feminist. Then when Angela called in sick today, Carly emailed Helena that their meeting needed to be rescheduled. The bitch emailed Angela telling her a suitably talented replacement better show up just like before." I sat there stunned. I hugged Rebecca and told her I was so sorry that this happened to her. I couldn't believe how Angela had lived with this. I started to get angry. Very, very angry. My friends were being hurt. I was not going to stand for this. I was going to go in Angela's place. I was going to fix this. Chapter 14: Rebecca and Kristin, Women Warriors We sent Gwen back to work with instructions to tell anyone who asked, that I was working on a new project and to then lock herself in her office and call Angela and tell her that her only responsibility was to take care of herself and get well. Rebecca looked at me with wide eyed bewilderment. Up until 10 minutes ago I was widely consider as a sweet, even delicate new girl mostly preoccupied with what I was wearing or how my hair looked. Eventually she just shook her head and smirked "Are you wearing your Wonder Woman panties?" "Yes! Yes I am! And you'd better put yours on too, because girl, we are going to war!" For this next four hours we plotted our strategy. Did I ever mention my girlfriend is wicked smart? She came up with several brilliant ideas, some of them even legal. After consuming enough coffee to keep us up all night (which we would no doubt use to experiment with those toys I found hidden in Rebecca's dresser drawer under the sports bras where she didn't expect me to look) we gave our waitress a huge tip for taking up one of her tables. As we left the bar, she waved and yelled "take down that bitch!" Rebecca and I had decided it was time to end the secrecy. We went straight to Sarah's office. It was just past quitting time and it looked like everyone had left so no need to be discreet. She was a little startled to see the two of us. Because she stood up and smiled I'm afraid she thought we were going to announce our engagement. Sadly, she was emotionally shattered by the time we recounted events. "Krissy, I will not let you do this. I'm calling Helena right now and terminating our contract." But Rebecca cut her off and said as still part owner of the company, "I think you need to, no you will listen to our plan first." Sarah was so used to being in charge, being the protector of Rebecca and now me, she looked concerned but also proud of her chicks leaving the nest (as it were). We then laid out the keys points of our plan. First, Angela and Gwen were not losing their jobs because they were victims of a sexual predator. Second, we were not going to lose all we built because of a sexual predator. Third, the sexual predator would no longer be allowed to ever hurt anyone again. During our afternoon brainstorming, it dawned on us that Angela could not possibly be Helena's only victim. While Daisy Press depended on publishing her books, Helena's primary source of income was her business empire of public relations, marketing, branding, and giving speeches. Rebecca had pulled out her laptop and began sending out feelers to people in her network of business contacts. We were surprised with how fast the replies came. They confirmed our hunch. There were rumors about payoffs to some former employees and clients. There were also questions about how Helena grew her business so fast and how she kept customers who were known to be unhappy with her. I told Sarah that "Rebecca put together a strategy to take over Helena's company by gaining leverage (we're calling it leverage and not blackmail) over Helena and then go after her staff and customers that want to leave the bitch." Sarah smiled at this and said, "I'm glad to see you're using that MBA I paid for." "Wait" I said, "you never told me you have an MBA. I'm going to check our ground rules because I'm pretty sure that's a violation." "You mean like you not telling me that you were working on a PhD in computer science before you started working here?" she countered. "Wait, oh crap, Chad showed you my resume." "Yep, and I'm going to start bugging you to finish it, so ha ha ha." "I'm beginning to regret ever introducing you two." chimed in Sarah. "So how are you going to do all of this, and if this actually works I'll expect Becky to take over so I can write that novel I keep saying I want to write." "Agreed" Rebecca said. Then she told Sarah to call a staff meeting first thing tomorrow morning and to make sure Angela Skyped in too." The next morning the whole staff assembled in the conference room. Needless to say they were pretty upset. But I wasn't too surprised when both Katie and Kelly indicated they "sort of knew already." I nodded and asked if they minded if I shared with everyone else their super power because their help was key to the whole plan. You see, the two of them were fairly notorious hackers. Not evil hackers, but they liked to find security leaks and then let the target company know about it so they can fix it (and if they didn't they would report it to one of the tech journals). After the meeting I stayed online with Angela and instructed her to contact Helena with the information that I was her replacement. Other than the one time when Krissy of the strappy red heels made her first appearance, Helena had never come in contact with me. We also were sure that she had no idea of my relationship with Rebecca. If she remembered me at all, she likely was thinking that nondescript girl from tech support would hardly be worth the effort to abuse. I planned to use that as my advantage. In the mean time Katie and Kelly were already on their personal laptops probing Helena's email accounts, company computers, and whatever else they could find. I think they had other hacker friends helping, but I asked no questions. Rebecca and I headed for the mall. Yes, for clothes, but let's say, strategic clothes (ok, make that slutty clothes). Also we needed a few electronic items. By the time we got back, the girls were already finding valuable information. They had the names of several women and even a few men Helena was blackmailing. Helena stupidly mixed her business and private emails on her company server. Once the girls were in, they also managed to get financial records showing how her clients were being double billed, and that the money wasn't all being reported on her taxes. I was hoping they could find the blackmail photos, but it looked like she kept them on her phone (and didn't copy them to any cloud storage). So Rebecca and I put the other part of the plan in motion. I gave the girls some additional instructions while Rebecca packed our purchases. Carly had us on early evening flight and booked into a hotel near Helena's office. Sarah gave us hugs and begged us to reconsider since the girls found enough to destroy her. But we wanted to exact revenge for what she did to Angela in our own way. Chapter 15: Interlude It was a short flight and we got to the hotel in time to relax and calm our nerves while soaking together in the jacuzzi tub. It was my first flight as Kristin and I was really tense throughout. The TSA agent had given me a long look but apparently decided that I wasn't a threat to national security and wished me a nice flight. Nonetheless, just being out of my protective cocoon of friends and dealing with random clerks, waiters, drivers, etc. that weren't familiar with we me was was a lot to deal with on top of everything else going on. Just sitting there in warm soothing water with my girlfriend, watching bubbles randomly bounce off her boobs was the perfect antidote to release the tension. I was thinking about how lucky I was to have found her. I have to admit our relationship to date was pretty much centered on sex. Great sex. Amazing sex. Fucking fantastic sex. But now I was deeply attracted to her kindness, loyalty, honesty, and intelligence. I was just about to tell her about my revelation when she said said, "You can't imagine how proud of you I am. There is so much more to you than one could ever know. But I want to spend my life doing just that, learning all about you, exploring life with you." When the tears stopped flowing, we toweled each other off and walked hand and hand, naked to the waiting bed (nicely turned down with heart shaped chocolates on the pillows). I unwrapped one of the candies and held it out in my lips to Rebecca. She bit off her half and then we enjoyed a chocolate sweetened kiss. Rebecca then unwrapped the remaining candy, smiled evilly and saying "In case our plan goes wrong, you should practice a little." as she placed the chocolate in the entrance to her vagina. "Yes, you are quite right, I do need the practice." With that I slipped between her legs, and pushed the candy deeper into her with my tongue. The combined smells of chocolate and Rebecca were intoxicating. I pressed my mouth tightly against her love hole, I spread open her pussy lips with my fingers and drove my tongue in as hard as I could. Rebecca grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs back, exposing her pussy to even deeper probes. Soon, in the intense warmth of her vagina the chocolate started to melt and drip slowly out onto my eager lips. Rebecca laughed at the sight of my messy face. "I think you better insert a finger or two and clean up in there." she ordered. Ready to always oblige, I finger fucked her, licking my fingers after every other penetration. "Pretty good job, but you need to use something bigger to properly clean me." Needing no more clues, I inserted my already swollen clit into her sweet hole. She wrapped her legs around me and rolled over on top where she started pushing herself down on me, hard and fast. When she sensed I was nearing orgasm, she stopped thrusting and ground herself on me. She purred, "Now fill me my love, flush me me out with your hot cum!" And I did. We laid together and kissed for several minutes before Rebecca took my hand and we went back to the bathroom. "That was fantastic, but probably not the most hygienic." she said as she opened her toiletry bag and remove a douche kit. We'll just use a little warm water. When she was done, she squirted a little on clit to remove a few chocolate specks. Ok, quick aside. I started referring to my penis as my clit. I always thought that penis was such a funny sounding word. I also was finding words like 'dick' and 'cock' so hard sounding (wait a minute, maybe that's on purpose, you know hard). But I do like the word 'pussy'. Sounds so cute and non threatening. Rebecca told me she had always hated her penis. So far, I've been ambivalent about what I am eventually going to do. But I do love Rebecca's pussy. I love making her feel good. It love how she looks when she is orgasming. Hmmm, lot to think about. Chapter 16: Attack of the Wonder Women Early the next day Rebecca prepared me for battle. She curled my hair to make it playfully bouncy with a few strands deployed to hang seductively around my face. Smokey eyes and bright red lips were next. Totally wrong for a business meeting, but slutty enough to distract and confuse Helena. I put on a ridiculously tight top that showed off my fake boobs and too tight to be easily taken off to discover the fake boobs (still patiently waiting for mine to grow). An equally tight pencil skirt covered a pair of assless panties. Come fuck me stilettos finished the look. Well, almost. Before leaving the hotel we added one additional item. Part of Rebecca's preparation was to stretch my ass hole in order to insert a small plastic tube. She used her fingers since I was too chicken to pack a dildo in my suitcase. I know, I'll get over it the more I travel as a woman. Rebecca called down to the front desk and told them she was ill and alert the cleaning staff not to clean the room. She then unpacked our checked suitcase with the electronics we brought. Since I was the techie in this relationship, I was going to set up the wifi and install the web cams. A word to budding female covert agents: you can't install equipment in a pencil skirt. Besides, I didn't want to chip my nail polish. I work very hard on them. So Rebecca had to do it. For usually being the boss, she takes instructions very well and had everything connected, running, and well hidden. I was beginning to like being in charge (but don't tell Rebecca). With everything in place, I kissed Rebecca (she sighed and shook her head and fixed my lipstick), and headed down to the lobby and out onto the street. Helena's building was just across the street and around the corner. So no reason to take a cab. Other than it was the most embarrassing half block walk in my life. Every male starred at me like I was some famous porn star. Most women just glared at me. I was counting on Helena to respond like the former. I checked in with the lobby receptionist (who apparently was oblivious of most everything). She hardly bothered to look up from her computer, handed me a badge, pointed at the elevator and told me to press floor five. As I entered the elevator, a cute guy about my age ask me to hold the door as he raced across the lobby. I can still admired cute guys, can't I? He hit the button for the ninth floor and then noticed I was headed for the fifth. "Oh, Helena Steward's office, sorry" he mumbled. "Not a fan?" I asked. "Few are in this building. Don't mean to pry or anything, but from what I hear from a lot of business woman, can I suggest maybe visiting the ladies room first and maybe toning down your makeup?" "Yes! I thought to myself. Our research just might be paying off. I tried to look concerned and thoughtful and thanked him as the elevator doors opened on five. As I walked towards Helena's office I saw that her secretary was not there. We were counting on a secretary being there so there would be a reason to move our 'meeting' to my hotel room. I made a quick detour to the ladies room and called Rebecca. Without missing a beat, my clever girlfriend said, "It's close enough to lunch. Helena won't resist putting an expensive bottle of wine on your expense account and make Sarah pay for it. Play that angle." I made a quick lipstick check and headed back to Helena's office. As soon as I opened the door, out from her lair, I mean office, no I really mean lair, came Helena. Up close I could see she was heavily into Botox and I had trouble reading her expression. But I think she was a little confused and a little aroused when she saw me. "Krissy from Daisy Press, right? she asked awkwardly. "Yes, I'm so happy to finally get to meet you properly. You probably don't remember me from your visit last Christmas. I was slaving away in the backroom. I was surprised when they let me out to meet you." "I, yes, remember an unfamiliar girl standing in the back." "That was me. I had only recently started, only job I could find at the time. Way below my experience level. But, hey, it pays the rent until I find some place that appreciates me." "So you appear to have changed a bit?" "That fucking Sarah was on my case from day one just because I like makeup and looking good. Only thing that didn't draw a comment was if I dressed like a stereotypical computer nerd." "So, explain to me why they sent you, who is trashing your employer in front of a client?" "They didn't. I like to dig through the server to keep an eye on things. Found some interesting stuff in Angela's folders. Then a couple of days ago I saw an email to someone named Becky from Gwen, my boss begging her for help. Did a little more digging and found an interesting email from Angela to Becky, found out she's Sarah's sister." "By interesting you mean..." "Something about a lost pen? Yeh". "Hmm, didn't know Gwen was involved, but good information. So they don't know you're here?" "Oh they know. What I meant was, they didn't send me as a valued employee, they sent me as their sacrificial lamb. They expect you'll sign the contract after you get what you want from poor unsuspecting me and that I'll quit just like this Becky person. It's just that am not unsuspecting and I don't care. I like sex with women. I'd fuck you regardless. And I will be quitting because I hope to convince you that I'm just the type of woman that would thrive in your organization. I'm here because I want to be here." I was sure hoping she was buying my slutty bad girl act, and that three years of high school theatre classes were worth something. "I've got an idea," I said, "it's close enough to lunch, let's go over to my hotel restaurant and run up a big tab on my expense account and go over my resume." Helena was looking at me they way men on the walk over were. "I'd like that, let's." she said. "Want me to bring along the contract your company sent over, maybe we could indeed find a way to get it signed." "Bring it, leave it, I don't give a fuck. Unless you want to keep stringing Angela along. Don't care." On the short walk back to the hotel Helena walked slightly behind me watching my ass sway back and forth (a natural result of stilettos and a tight skirt). As we entered the hotel lobby, I pointed in the direction of the restaurant and then offered the option "or we could just go up to my room and have room service?" "I like that better, but I'm not really hungry, maybe just order the most expensive bottle of champagne they have." Helena suggested. "I'll have the concierge take care of that." I walked over and pretended to order something while discreetly pushing send on a text to Rebecca "In lobby, on way up". In the elevator, Helena finally couldn't resist placing her hands on my ass and caressing it. If it wasn't her doing it, it might have felt good. I took out my key card, opened the door making just enough noise to make sure Rebecca knew we were here. Rebecca had straightened up the room so that it looked like the maid had been here. She was sitting very quietly in the wardrobe with her cell phone, monitoring the cameras. So I knew if anything went wrong she'd immediately come to my rescue. Helena followed me into to the room and looked carefully around. Technology is amazing these days. She wouldn't have spotted one of our cameras if jumped out and bit her in the pussy. She looked at me seductively and tossed the Daisy Press contract on the bed along with her purse with her cell phone visible in a side pocket. I let her kiss me while my slutty bad girl character reached down to rub my hand on her crotch. I teasingly asked "is it already hidden here?" knowing that her pattern was to wait until her victim tried several times to get her to sign before she pulled the pen stunt. Besides, she was wearing slacks. "No, I wasn't quite ready to encounter such a delightfully decadent young woman, do you have one I could borrow?" "Now that I think about, yes, I think I do. I believe I brought my favorite pen just in case you wanted to sign an employment offer." With that, I turned around, bent over slightly, and began to slowly lift the hem of my skirt until ass hole was fully exposed (remember the assess panties). I tapped one of my beautifully manicured fingers on my hole and slid it in just slightly. ?Oh my, whatever will I do, it?s in here. Can you get it out?? ?Funny, and clever.? ?I thought you?d appreciate my homage to you. A part of my job interview. If you read my resume it says I?m creative and kinky.? With that Helena spanked me rather hard, once on each cheek, then grabbed my ass and started licking my hole. I bent over a bit more to make sure one of the cameras got a good view. She then started to probe with her tongue so I slowly started to squeeze the plastic tube out and into her mouth. Through the clear plastic you could see a pen with Daisy Press emblazoned on the side. ?Take the pen, go to the bathroom, remove your slacks and any other clothing you want. I?ll be waiting for you on this bed.? After Helena closed the door, I quickly grabbed the contract and purse and put them on a table by the wardrobe. I pulled out the phone and slipped it to Rebecca. She tried the passcode that Kelly obtained (we don?t ask how) and the phone clicked on. I ran back to the bed took off my skirt and laid on the bed. Rebecca began sending all of the pictures back to Kelly and then deleted them. For extra measure, she change Helena?s passcode. Helena emerged from the bathroom, sans slacks and panties. Her blouse was open and she wasn?t wearing a bra. I have to admit that her boobs looked pretty good (you can?t Botox boobs can you?). To position Helena where I wanted, I was going to have to get her aroused and near orgasm. Knowing Rebecca was seeing everything on camera made me sad, but she had been put in this same position herself. Not exactly an experience to bond over and definitely not something we?ll tell the grandkids (wait, stop doing that, we haven?t even discussed marriage let alone offspring, but Rebecca would make a great mom). Helena laid next to me and spread her legs. ?Ok, you want a job interview. Here?s your first task.? and she took my hand and placed it on her pussy. ?Show me what you?re willing to do for me.? I started massaging her clit with one hand while playing with a nipple with the other. She relaxed and moaned a bit. I moved down and used my tongue and lips on her clit. She arched her back and moaned more intensely. I could see our Daisy Press pen start to slip out of her vag. While maintaining constant pressure on her clit with my mouth, I used the pen as a miniature dildo, sliding it in and out really fast. As she neared orgasm, she closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth gasping for breath. At that moment, I slid up, reached under the pillow for a small camera, straddled Helena?s face, pulled my panties down and shoved my clit deep into her mouth. ?Say cheese? The look on her face as I snapped pictures of her with my member in her mouth was worth every unpleasant minute spent with her. ?America?s leading lesbian feminist caught giving a blowjob. Good caption don?t you think?? For some reason, she didn?t seem to appreciate the humor of the situation. She screamed every obscenity the English language provides. She grabbed her clothes, putting them on as she moved towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, Rebecca threw open the wardrobe door and yelled ?Don?t forget your phone!? Chapter 17: The Spoils of War While all this was happening, my girls back in the office were editing the videos and photos to make sure my face was never seen. Links to the content were being sent to as many of Helena?s victims that we could identify. We also notified them that we had all the blackmail photos and would destroy them if they weren?t needed as evidence by anyone who might come forward to press charges against Helena. Of course the most damaging thing we had was the tax evasion and double billing. That went anonymously to the press and IRS. The next most damaging were all the things she said between obscenities. For a feminist, she said awful, degrading things about the women she violated and about women in general. That audio recording ended up being leaked to her clients, and eventually went viral. Daisy Press had a lean month or two with the demise of Helena Steward?s business. But Rebecca?s plan to expand the company is well underway. Several of her former employees have already sent us resumes and Angela is in contact with her former clients. Sarah decided to stay but just run Daisy Press. Rebecca is now CEO of the fledgling R&K Consultants. And she made me her CTO (I had to Google that to make sure what that was because Rebecca kept calling me her Cute Trans Officer). But with June approaching, I?m kind of fixated on Beth and Jen?s wedding. To come: Krissy is a bridesmaid at a lesbian wedding. Kristen gets married.