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Bad Karma Part 11 - Good Karma Kylie was not sure what to do with herself during the week whilst they waited for Marcus to come back so that they could move the plan forward. Jasmine was busy trying to get her jewellery business off the ground with the help of Jasper and Oscar who was by now completely dressed as Meredith. Most of the time Lauren was at school, which left Kylie pretty much on her own. She spent the first day just being herself in the town, although being herself was still a work in progress. Kylie as a persona had only been in existence for a few days before this and other than going out with Jasper, she had only really stayed in the house with Oscar. As a result there were still a number of things that she had to consider as she wandered around the local shopping mall and went window shopping. The offer of a teaching job had been very tempting, but Kylie as a person didn't exist. She had no birth certificate, no social security number, no passport and no bank details. As a result, she couldn't have a legitimate job, couldn't therefore rent a place and could not live. Much as she was tempted by the idea, it was not going to be the solution to Dan's problems. Keeping up with being a woman the whole time was another thing that she would have to contend with. As a cross dresser, Dan loved wearing women's clothes, but wearing them all the time and having to make his own makeup absolutely perfect every day. That would be quite some work and would quickly become a chore rather than a pleasure. Then there was the heat of the summer. In the winter, and even the spring and autumn wearing the prosthetics was just about bearable, but in the summer it would be very difficult and hot. The latex and silicone were not especially breathable and Dan's experience in the panic room had shown him what an issue it could be. The problems therefore were pretty unassailable, but Kylie enjoyed going around the shops and trying on some new shoes and a coat nonetheless. Not that Kylie was going to need such things if she wasn't going to exist, but the desire to do normal things that any woman would do whilst she had the opportunity was still there. Going around the shopping mall fully encased in her mask and latex prosthetics, no one doubted that she was a woman window shopping for bargains. It was really pleasant just checking out and trying on various dresses and shoes to see what she would look like in them, and it wasn't something she'd ever have done as a man. As she shopped, Kylie was starting to understand retail therapy in helping her relax. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad being Kylie after all? ************* The new Meredith had a lot of work to prepare herself for Marcus' return at the end of the week. Oscar, who knew nothing about being a legal secretary, had decided to invent a sick mother and take two weeks off from Meredith's work. Her boss had complained at the short notice, but had grudgingly given her the time off. How the Neanderthal Donald Trent managed to do Meredith's job, Oscar had no idea.Dean had offered to help her get into character, but Oscar had declined the help. The time off though gave the new Meredith a chance to catch up and familiarise herself with as much of her life as she could. After all, Oscar hadn't really known Meredith and was considerably behind in being able to mimic her. The tapes that they'd recorded during the old fake Meredith's sex session with Dean helped for the physical aspect of things, but there was so much else. Who were the people in her life? What were her mannerisms? Fortunately the real Meredith had made a number of videos from her teenage years and all through her relationship with Donald Trent. So the new Meredith made it her main task for the week to watch every single one of them and pause them periodically to mimic her mannerisms. She went through some parts of the one tape fifty or sixty times trying to copy her as closely as she could; the little flick of the hair, the way she rolled her tongue around her mouth when she was thinking and the cute way she stood cross legged in her three inch heels whilst listening attentively to Donald when they were at a dinner together. 'What happened to you Meredith? Where are you now?' the new Meredith briefly wondered. Perhaps that was a mystery that she would never know. ************* The new Meredith wasn't the only one who had asked herself this question. Jasmine Goodridge had been talking to Dean at her place after a night of rediscovery together and he had asked the same thing. "Why don't we question our captive? If he's got her imprisoned somewhere then it would be our duty to rescue her," she suggested. Dean looked a little conflicted but finally agreed that it would be the right thing to do. "We'll have to be careful. We don't want him getting away," Dean ventured. "On that I agree, but we have to feed him anyway as he'll starve if we don't," Jasmine replied. She started preparing some porridge. "Besides, he's tied to a chair in a panic room. There's not a lot that can go wrong." "Don't kid yourself. We really do have to be careful here," Dean replied. Jasmine nodded at him as she finished making the porridge but she really couldn't see the problem. She led her lover upstairs and Dean carefully removed the wardrobe blocking the door to the panic room. Donald Trent was still semi naked and tied up and gagged inside the room to a chair. A potty below him smelled of wee and the underwear he was wearing had been soiled. "Good morning Donald," Dean said nervously. There was obviously something here that she was missing. Donald Trent tried to say something that could have been obscene had the gag not prevented most of it coming out. "Remove his gag," Jasmine instructed, still holding the bowl of porridge and some fruit juice. This was a posh prison with no bread and dripping rations here. Dean did as she asked and the torrent of foul mouthed abuse came tumbling out of his mouth. "Now, now Mr Trent. If you don't behave then there'll be no breakfast for you," Jasmine tod him sweetly. "Go fuck yourself. You might as well as your husband and your boyfriend preferred fucking me anyway," Donald Trent replied leering at her. "Now, now. You're in no position to be like that. You've lost your disguise and your little scheme has failed," Jasmine told him, glancing briefly at Dean as he looked on miserably. "What do you want bitch. Marcus will be ditching you whatever, even though that snitch told on my plans. He told me you'll be kicked out of here and onto the streets as soon as the divorce papers are signed," Donald Trent had a look of smug satisfaction on his face at the little petty revenge he still had available to him. Jasmine wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face, especially after trying to drive a wedge between her and Dean. She wondered to herself whether she could bluff the truth out of the horrible man. "You're going to jail for what you did to Meredith!" she told him. "They'll never find the body now!" Donald Trent spat back. So she is dead. Jasmine thought sadly. This man really needed to pay for his crimes. "So you killed her then and took her place, all for this scheme. What a despicable person you are," Jasmine kept up the attack. "It wasn't like that. The bitch needed putting in line and she hit her head. It was an accident, but they'd have noticed she was gone. Besides, I've made sure that she's been alive for some time since, so you'll never prove it," He told them. "You hit her?" Jasmine was shocked, but she needed the full confession. "It was only a light tap, but the stupid bitch couldn't take it. As I said, you ain't got nothing except the suit and if you try and turn me in for that, then your boyfriend goes down too," Donald Trent told them. "But not for the murder!" she countered. "You'll never prove that one, I told you," Donald Trent replied. He was so stupid. Jasmine put down the porridge and the juice on the table and went into her handbag to fish out her iPhone. "See that little red circle on the bottom. That is a record button," she told him sweetly. "I think that your confession will be admissible evidence in Court don't you?" "Fuck you!" he threatened her. "If I go down, then I'll take him with me too!" It was a very real threat. Could she let Dean take a fall for this too? After all, he had been complicit in the original plan with the person he thought was Meredith. It was a dilemma and one she was going to have to think very carefully about, especially after the make-up sex that they'd had the night before. ************** Jasper Coombes had eagerly awaited seeing Kylie again that week. Although he'd been working with Jasmine to help her business, it was Kylie whom he really wanted to see. However he still didn't have her number and she'd only promised to see him next Monday, which now seemed like ages away. He'd phoned his cousin Julie several times to ask if Kylie had called, but was told each time that no one of that name had rung her. She was getting suspicious that he was up to something else as he never normally rang her as much and finally she had grilled him about who exactly this Kylie person was. Jasper had poured out his heart and his growing love of the girl to his cousin, who promised him that as soon as Kylie called, she would let him know. For now though there was nothing to do but wait and finish more of the artwork of her that he'd previously started. *********** Jasmine needed to get herself in the clear with the mob. The next payment wasn't due for another week or so, but she really needed to ensure that she'd got rid of the debt as soon as possible. She'd made a mistake getting the loan in the first place, and she really needed to correct it as soon as possible. Now on her own she did some quick calculations on what she still owed including the interest and frowned. There was no way that she was going to pay it back herself and her business would go under once again. Then Marcus would laugh at her. All the more reason, she decided that this scheme of Wendy's had to work. ************* It had been a long week for Marcus Goodridge of wheeling and dealing in the shark infested lanes of business and after arriving back from the airport that Friday he wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy himself. With his soon to be ex-wife still living in the house until the divorce was settled, he had little choice but to either get a hotel or go and visit Meredith in his flat. The prospect of a night of hot sex with Merry was a whole lot better than anything else he could come up with. He'd texted her from the airport, so he knew that she was expecting him. He hoped that she was wearing something that could really get him going. Something that would reveal just enough promise of the treasures held beneath her clothes, showing off her marvellous curves. He was a tiger all revved up and ready to go and the frustrations of the week could be dissolved away in some hot passion. His phone rang and he answered it before knocking. "Good evening Mr Goodridge. Bryce here," his lawyer said on the other end of the phone. "Ah Bryce. How are we getting on with getting rid of my baggage?" Marcus demanded. "Very well thanks to the tape you provided. The judge will see it as an open and shut case once he sees her infidelity and the prenuptial. The private investigator came back with the dossier on Meredith by the way. She's clean. Only had one ex who she ditched a few years back and no criminal records or any financial improprieties. Do you want me to send it on to you, and if so where do I send it?" "No don't worry. I'll come over and pick it up tomorrow and sign anything you need me to. Now that she's all clear, I'm going to get another free sample of her," Marcus concluded with a grin. He ended the call and knocked on her door. ************* The knock on the door stirred the new Meredith into action. She'd received Marcus' text and was expecting him, but the waiting for him to actually arrive had been excruciatingly long. Finally the knock came and she dashed to the door like a giddy schoolgirl, breathing hard with the rush, then stopping to compose herself. She smoothed down her low cut floral skater dress with matching patterned heels and took a deep breath. This is it. "Hello darling! Come in," she told him as she opened the door. He smiled, the smile of a big cat out on the hunt for prey. "Don't mind if I do!" Marcus replied, putting an arm around her slim waist and kissing her. She led him into the living room. "Do you want a drink, or something else?" she asked him. She wanted to get him talking in the bedroom, but a drink or two first might loosen his lips more. "Yes, I'll have a quick scotch Merry, but it's something else that I really want. Two of them are on display in front of you." The new Meredith knew exactly what he was talking about. It wasn't going to be a challenge to get him in the bedroom it seemed. She poured him an extra- large scotch and handed it to him. "There you go. I had one earlier." She smiled back at him. No need for her to be inebriated when she did this. She curled her arm around his waist as he started drinking his scotch and gave his arse a playful squeeze. "Did you have a successful week in business?" she asked him. "Not really," Marcus frowned. "There were problems, some of them were extremely knotty ones." "Oh my poor darling," she went around behind him and started to massage his forehead, kicking off her heels as she did so. Marcus sighed with contentment at her touch and she knew that not only was she fooling him, but that he was becoming relaxed. She needed to further that if she was going to get what she needed out of all this. "It can wait till next week. I don't need to worry about them for now. I have some good news for you," he told her. "The divorce is proceeding well and we can talk about marriage after that." "Oh that's great news!" The fake false Meredith sounded enthused, even though that was the last thing she wanted. She needed to get him to talk about her sister, but not yet. It had to be on camera so that they could use it as evidence. "Yes I thought so. Then you can move out of this dingy flat and in with me. You won't need to work either," he told her. So much for any female empowerment. "Oh that's great, though I'll miss going in and talking with the others in the office." She had no idea who else she worked with, so the new Meredith left things as general as possible. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find some other things to do like a coffee morning or some such," Marcus replied finishing off his scotch and puttinghis glass down. "Come on there's a few things I want to take a closer look at," Marcus parted the bust line of her dress to reveal more of her fake breasts beneath. She didn't need the physical touch to know what he'd meant by that though. She touched his nose and took his hand to lead him through into the bedroom. "There's no stopping you is there darling? I have one real hot red blooded man on my hands here," she told him, glancing at the TV that was still on with the sound down that was on in the bedroom as they entered. It was the news from several months ago, that was playing from a disk that they'd set up in the DVD player. That would place Marcus as having started the affair before Jasmine had been caught out with Dean. Marcus didn't bother with the television, instead concentrating on what he thought was the woman before him. Her dress was swiftly unzipped and he immediately started to massage her breasts, which was ideal since the squeezing motion was necessary to force the pussy juice into her vagina. She cooed in a playful manner at his touch and gave his balls a playful squeeze. He kissed her hard on the mouth. Not a tender passionate kiss though, but a forceful dominant kiss that was taken at his pleasure. She decided to return it in a more submissive manner, sensing that Marcus liked to be the one in charge all the time. This wasn't about two people mutually enjoying each other's company, this was about a man getting his rocks off and feeling good about himself. She stepped out of her dress that was already half falling off her body, exposing her lacy underwear that was still covering her assets. She headed over to the bed and got on it on all fours and waggled her bottom at him. For her trouble she felt a pressure on the padding of her behind as he gave her a slap. "You bad girl Merry," he said to her. "But those sexy panties of yours are going to have to come off." With that he pulled her panties down and unzipped his flies and pulled his tackle from his pants. Still fully dressed in his suit, he began plunging his very erect dick into her wet pussy and thrusting hard. Although she could barely feel his dick in her, she felt and heard the slap of his thighs against her buttocks. She moaned in fake pleasure at his thrusts and grunts and he thrust harder, pushing her forwards dangerously close to banging her head on the headboard. The whole experience was not in the least big erotic for the fake Meredith, but then again it didn't need to be. She did however have to pretend to enjoy it. Marcus thrust harder and faster until he cried out in pleasure at the release of his seed inside her. "That was some session Merry!" Marcus declared. So much for a loving relationship. This guy was a real douchebag and deserved everything that was coming to him. "The session is not over yet darling. Still plenty of time and I'm ready for more when you are," she replied. Always good to seem eager. "Give us a bit Merry, I need a little break before I'm ready again," Marcus replied. She turned over onto the bed and patted the space beside her. "Come on darling and let's cuddle and talk for a while then," she said to him. Now was the time to try and get what she needed. "You've had a hard day. I imagine that you've had to make hard choices throughout your career, not just today." "Yeah I guess so." He did as she bid and looked at her directly in the eyes. The false Meredith felt that he was boring directly into her soul and for a moment she panicked that he could read what she was really up to here. She took a deep breath before continuing. "What was the hardest thing you've ever done in business?" She put her hand under her chin and tried to look like she was just making casual conversation. "That's a deep question. I've put together some quite tough deals with some real tough customers in the past," He admitted. That wasn't what she wanted however. "You must have crossed the line once or twice though. I like a man who does what he has to so as to get his way." She fluttered her eyelids slightly as she asked. "Once or twice, yes." She needed more detail. A proper confession. She hadn't found any evidence and this was her last chance to get what she needed to get justice for her sister. "I love tales of boldness in business. I hear some tales from some of the lawyers in the office, but you must have a much better one you can tell me with real risky tale you can regale me with." "Did I tell you about the time that I single-handedly took on the brightest of the New York stock exchange who were trying to downgrade our stock?" Marcus asked. She didn't care if he had or hadn't, it wasn't the story that she wanted to hear. "Yes darling you did. I want to hear about something more exciting, bordering on some kind of TV crime caper, not some stock market story," she told him with a soft smile. She wanted him relaxed and talking. "Oh well, there was one time when I was brokering a land deal and there was a little bitch who wouldn't sell up," Marcus began. Meredith's attention immediately picked up and she nodded attentively. "There was a stupid nature reserve in the way of getting all the land we needed to complete the project. We'd bought up all the rest of the land from the owners and made a good offer to the owners of the reserve. Problem was that one of the stakeholders, some bitch called Maria something or other was holding out on us. She had some stupid tree hugger bent or some such," Marcus shrugged. "So in the end I paid a bloke I know to deal with the problem." The false Meredith couldn't believe that she'd got him to admit that, but she wanted a bit more. "Deal with it?" she prompted. "Yeah well, I had no idea how he was going to do. I didn't really care to be honest, but I suspected given the amount of money we'd given him. Of course the inquest said that it was death by misadventure, but well, you can read between the lines on what really happened can't you? We made a mint in the tech boom of the nineties selling that building in the end though, so it all worked out in the end." Not for my sister! Meredith thought to herself, despite outwardly maintaining a smile. "Yes I suppose. I guess you did very well out of it so you're the hero of the story," she said to boost his ego and see if he'd say anything further. "I managed to buy the house we are now in outright, so I guess so," Marcus crowed. Perfect! Convicted by his own mouth. "If you're recovered, why don't we go for round two? I'm feeling incredibly horny right now!" Meredith told him. This might well be the last horizontal fun he was going to get for quite some time, unless the lags in prison wanted to make him their bitch. *********** Lauren was conflicted over what was going on as she watched Colin process and edit the video that had been recorded at Meredith's place. In some ways her parents were as bad as each other, and she didn't want to have to side with one or the other. However, she was now more or less being forced to since she didn't want her mother being thrown out on her ear. She'd preferred sitting on the fence and playing one off against the other and as such she'd always done well out of them in the past competing for her affections. Her father was always away on business and it was, she realised, her mum who had always looked after her. Now she had taken sides, she was forced to take some responsibility. Something that she really wasn't used to. "How much longer is this going to take?" she asked. She wasn't that much interested in the technical details and so Colin's commentary was starting to bore her. Maybe she'd made a mistake agreeing with Kylie's decision to start a relationship with a geek. "Nearly done Lauren," he told her. "Just got to splice the relevant sections together now we've gone through all the footage," It had taken an age to do it and Lauren wasn't sure that she liked having to sit through her own dad having sex with some strange woman. There are some things that you never wanted to see and your parents having sex was pretty high up there on the list. "Can you do that later now that we've done the footage?" Lauren complained. "We could do some snuggling together," It was her euphemism for sex, but in truth it was something that she'd never actually done with Reece or indeed anyone before. Reluctantly Colin moved his hands away from the keyboard and hooked his arm around her waist on the bed. Lauren noted that he was wearing the smart flannel shirt she'd bought him as a peace offering the other day. With his hair tidied up as well, Colin was looking a bit more respectable, but there was still a way to go she decided. Had she really changed so much or was she still being superficial? She hoped that she had changed for the good. "I could finish this up later, but your mum wants it first thing tomorrow. I guess we have a little time for ourselves first though," He kissed her with an intensity and passion that she had never experienced before. She didn't know what to think, but she knew that she thought that it was an enjoyable experience. His hand moved down and began rubbing her jeans between her legs. It was the first time that anyone else had done that to her and Lauren felt a little tingle of anticipation go through her body. Perhaps this relationship wasn't going to be so bad after all? Her heart skipped at the first touch of his hand on her face; followed by his full kiss on her lips. *********** "What do you mean he's skipped the country?" Jasmine said down the phone line. The answer, from her lawyer Geraldine was that he had been given bail on the charges of an accessory to murder but had since taken flight. The police it seemed suspected he was heading to one of the countries in South America without an extradition treaty with Britain. "That's unfortunate. Can I still get a divorce from the son of a bitch?" Geraldine confirmed that they could still get a judgement. With the evidence of Marcus' own infidelities, the whole prenuptial agreement was now null and void. She could take him to the cleaners now. She ended the call and turned to Dean. "The judgement will be next week even in his absence. His lawyer has had instructions, so there's nothing stopping us getting divorced now." Dean nodded and looked relieved. "Will you get the majority of the estate then?" Jasmine considered his question. "I don't know. It really depends on what the police say about seizing assets that he's obtained by criminal activity. I should at least half and I should keep the house. In the meantime though I'll need to raise funds to pay off that loan to the mob." "There's stuff here that you can sell though right?" Dean asked. "Yeah, if I can recover my husband's Range Rover from the airport then we can use that. It's not like he's going to be coming back here in a hurry," Jasmine laughed. She immediately got a lot more serious. "We still have a problem though." Dean arched an eyebrow. "Oh what?" Jasmine smoothed out her blue floral skirt and sat down in the armchair before pointing upstairs to the bedroom. "Our little captive upstairs. We don't want him talking so we can't really turn him in. Equally he should have to pay for his crimes to Meredith, but we can't keep him captive for here forever. Women should not have to put up with the kind of abuse his kind gives out." "Agreed. Meredith was a school friend of mine. Her death cannot be in vain. He should be made to pay, but how?" Dean concurred. "I don't know yet. It's something I need to think about. Meanwhile, I'm going to ask Wendy to join my business. She did a good job whilst being me and I realise that I think I need someone with a cool business head to help temper my impulsiveness," Jasmine told him. "I guess so, but can you trust her?" Dean asked. "I'm trusting you now. Besides, I have some of her secrets now and if she tries anything I will be able to get my revenge if needed," Jasmine replied. ************* Oscar was busy taking off the Meredith disguise as Kylie came to bring him the news of Marcus' escape from justice. She wasn't in a great mood herself as she was still clutching the eviction notice from Dan's landlord due to non-payment of rent. She had used her own key and called out before going in to Oscar's little dressing room. He was just down to extracting his privates from the suit as Kylie entered. "I've bad news Oscar," she told him, keeping up the voice despite not needing to with Oscar. Oscar looked up expectantly. "Marcus has been charged, bailed and promptly fled the country. I guess there is no uncertainty about his guilt now." Oscar frowned. Whether it was from extracting his dick from the suit's pouch or from the news Kylie couldn't be certain. She waited for him to finish stripping before continuing. "He'll probably be convicted in his absence and Jasmine will get her divorce. So that's good isn't it?" She tried to sound as cheerful as she could, but she obviously wasn't succeeding. "What's wrong Dan?" He shouldn't be using that name. "It's Kylie now!" she insisted, pouting. Oscar raised an eyebrow at that, so she passed over the paper in her hand. "Oh I see. Well I guess you can stay here until you're all sorted," Oscar told him. "What are you going to do now?" "I don't know. At this rate hang myself I think. I've got no house, no job and no prospects. Plus I'm sort of starting to enjoy being a woman, but there's no way that I can do this without any papers. I could have had a job and....." She paused without saying the rest of the sentence. "Oh is that what's worrying you!" Oscar sounded relieved. He obviously wasn't taking Kylie seriously. "Yes, I'm on the scrapheap already in my life and you're acting so blas? about it all," Kylie said angrily. "Look buddy, I was wondering how I was going to solve the other problem that I have and now I know the answer," Oscar told him. I'm going into business with Jasmine, as Wendy that is, but if I do, then there will be no one to fill the void that is Meredith. She has a house, a job and all the paperwork you would need." "Either we're going to have to expose that shit Donald Trent, in which case we'll expose everything that we've done to sort out Marcus or else someone is going to have to become Meredith. I gave us some breathing room, but next week Meredith has to go back to her life as a legal secretary. If she goes missing, the police will start asking awkward questions. You were an English teacher. I'm sure that you could handle that as a job and you can type right?" Kylie nodded. "There you go then. You have a life ready-made that you can fill. I'd just need to wash and make a few alterations to the suit and you can move in." "But what about Jasper?" Kylie asked. Why was she bothered about that? "You can keep the Kylie suit. You can switch and be her whenever you want and take it as far as you want. At the meeting for everyone involved on Jasmine's new business he told me that he's selling prints of your picture Kylie. Now come here and I'll get some solvent to remove that glue that you stuck yourself down with." "You're going into business with Jasmine and Jasper after everything that's happened?" Kylie asked in wonder as Oscar fiddled with the seal at the back of the suit. "Yes, why not? She's quite talented, but she's not got much head for business," Oscar replied. With that Dan's new life was sealed .... In a pair of suits and with a whole new life ahead of him. He wondered if Kylie could teach Jasper's cousin's son in the evenings or at weekends and whether he could work out better ventilation for the suits with Oscar. Life was about to get very complicated for her as well as very interesting from now on. ************* Jasmine cautiously approached the used car lot where her doppelganger had met with the member of the mob previously to pay her instalment of the loan that she, Jasmine has owed them. She pulled up in Marcus' Range Rover, the blue log book on the dashboard that she took with her. It was going to be a strange experience for her as she'd never met this man whom Wendy had described to her, but she knew the type. Or at least she thought that she did. Her blue three inch heels clicked on the tarmac as she headed up to the shabby portakabin. "Hey boss, its da posh broad again," she heard someone say. She winced at his use of language but carried on into the shabby building. There was a man with a big thick fur coat behind the desk. "Mrs Goodridge, I wasn't expecting to see youse for another week. What can I do for you?" the man behind the desk said politely. The heavy at the other end of the office was trying his best to look inconspicuous and failing. She through the keys on the desk and then added the log book on top of it. "That is a one year old range rover, worth at least ?70,000. My husband won't be needing it any more so I believe that will more than pay off my debt to you. Given that you run a used car business I doubt you'll have any trouble making it into a more liquid asset," she told the man behind the desk who looked impressed. "That's one classy move that is doll face," the boss told her. She decided to ignore being called 'Doll face' for now. "Well thank you. I have a little problem that I'm hoping you might be able to help me with," she began. "I have a man in my custody who has killed a friend of mine, but for reasons I can't go into, I can't take this to the police." "Youse want's him whacked? That's more costly than a Range Rover. Who is he?" the boss told her. "No nothing like that, I just want him gone and never coming back. His name is not important, but if you really need it, then it's Donald Trent." "Gone but not whacked. Certainly possible and there are people who'd pay money for bodies to do hard labour in certain countries. So I'd get your money and the cut from the buyers. Can't see a flaw in that deal. Where can my boys find the merchandise Doll face?" Doing her best to not regale against the nickname, she told him with a smile. ************* The paper was hard. Much harder than she thought it would be, but when she finally came out of the exam Lauren felt that she had acquitted herself reasonably well. If it hadn't been for Colin's intensive coaching over the past weeks, she have not been able to answer a single question on the paper. At first, she'd distracted him with requests for kissing and sex, but after a while she had come to realise that although sex was pleasurable and fun, she would only get one chance at making herself future. Kylie's words had come to her just as she was about to distract him during their first week together. After that she had actually applied herself to study for the first time in years and contrary to popular opinion at school, she found that she could do it. She also found that Colin was a better tutor than a lover. With his teaching he was patient and considerate. As a lover he was all too eager and it was often over too quickly for her. She had resolved that once the exams were over that she would give him some lessons of her own, but she needed to work out how to break it to him in the right way. If she'd done it how she would have done in the past, they'd break up in a second. She headed out the exam hall, looking around for Colin. The Alpha females were all ignoring her now, but most of them had left the exam early. She suspected because they couldn't answer the questions rather than the fact that they were so clever that they'd completed it early like Colin had. She spotted him and waved him over. "Hi honey, I hope it was good for you?" she told him. Colin nodded. "Nothing I hadn't prepared for. Hopefully you did well." It was Lauren's turn to nod. "I hope so, there were a few that I wasn't sure about. Perhaps we could go over them back at your parent's place. There's some new techniques that I want to show you too." Youtube videos were great for sex tips and there was one young woman in particular who was very forthright in saying what she wanted. Lauren was learning though now that she could lead the horse gently and mould him to her needs. Things were going to work out she hoped. There was no guarantee about these things, but Lauren at last felt she was on the right path. ************* She adjusted herself underneath to ensure that she was smooth down below. It would never do for him to detect her secret too early. The mark was a white male just from a flight and looking nervous. The makes pegged him as English or American. Either he had money, drugs or valuables in the suitcase he was carrying next to him. Carlos, Joachim and Mateo were not far from her and would be ready as soon as she needed them. She sashayed over to where he was looking nervously for a taxi. "Hello sugar. Yu look a leetle lost." Her accent wasn't perfect, but the others didn't speak any English. "Err hello," the man said staring at her breasts. He was right to stare, they'd cost the earth in an illegal clinic in Brazil. "I was looking for a taxi." "Oh they not reliable her in Venezuela. Gas is hard to come by," she told him. "Gas?" he asked. Obviously English and not American then. "Yu call it. Err Pet-roll." She emphasized the second syllable. "I called Precious." "Aren't you just," he replied, thinking himself funny and chuckling to himself. It was obvious that he saw himself as some kind of player who would be able to charm her panties from her. "The taxis are expensive then?" he asked calculating something in his mind. "Yes. My brother Carlos can give you a ride though to city. Which hotel you at?" she asked him nonchalantly. "The Cappa Barron," he replied straight away. "Oh yes, I know that one. Come on I take your case Marcus Goodridge." She looked down at the luggage tag to get his name. "No, no. I'll keep them with me if you don't mind." He clung the briefcase closer to him. Obviously something valuable in there. She walked him over to the old BMW her fellow gang member had stolen downtown earlier. She opened the car door and as he was going to get in, he spotted Mateo squatting down with the gun. "You better geet in Meester Goodridge," she told Marcus. "Mateo will not understand things you say and weel shoot first." She gave him a little shove into the car and then moved around to get in beside him. Joachim moved up from where he was hiding to cut off the escape and got in the front. "So Meester. We're going for a little ride and if you lucky it weel only cost you your moneys," she told him with a laugh. The man Marcus Goodridge looked worried. He was right to do so Precious thought. Mateo had shot and killed two of the three of their last victims who had come up a blank on any ransom money. ************************************************************************ If you enjoyed my work here, check out my two novels under the name Katerina Hellam on Amazon:- 1) Finneas Awakes - A Contemporary Fantasy Adventure with Cross-dressing and a background that spans decades. The fact that van delivery driver Finn Maguire is a martial artist and a transvestite are just two of the more common place things about him. 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