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Hot and Bothered - Part One By: Light Clark Synopsis: Billy McCormick loved his playboy bachelor life, always seeking his next conquest, until one day, he accepts a mysterious delivery for his boss that completely changes the game. Warning: This story is significantly smuttier than my other work and contains multiple graphic scenes of a sexual nature. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 01 The fiery burn of strong alcohol seared its way down my throat in the form of a great big gulp. "Ah!" I gasped in delight and relief as it hit my gut. The satisfaction didn't last for long, though. Almost immediately, I was slamming my glass on the bar in front of me and barking at the bartender, "Another!" Unfortunately, it was immediately clear that I wasn't going to get that refill any time soon. The jackass serving drinks was off down at the far end of the bar. There, a trio of young ladies dressed in a manner that was certainly not lady-like were seated. They were in the midst of giggling, toying with their hair, and flaunting whatever assets they had as the bartender flirted with them. "Fucking bitches ..." I muttered under my breath. It wasn't just because of the shitty service I was getting because of those skanks either. No, the act of it was just as irritating. I knew it was an act, too, because I'd already tried to pick one of the girls up, the blonde with the nice rack that was probably as fake as her hair color. Of course, I'd gotten shot down right away with some shitty girls' night excuse, which was code for wanting to cocktease fuckers into buying them free drinks. Fuck that shit. "Should I even bother to sit down?" a familiar voice asked from behind me. Instantly, my anger was forgotten. It was replaced by a big grin as I spun about on my stool to greet my friend. "Ollie! Finally! What took you so long, man?!" The recipient of that greeting was a tallish, lanky guy with a dirty blonde mop of hair on his head by the name of Oliver Lane. He'd also been my consummate wingman ever since we'd roomed together in college. Well, there had been a couple years in there after I dropped out that I'd had to run solo, but things went right back to the way they were after I hooked him up with a job where I worked. It was a good thing, too, because Ollie was sort of like the perfect wingman. He was good- looking and smooth enough to roll with me, but not enough of either to really be competition. Not that he was the type to compete anyway. At least, he always seemed happy to take whatever I was willing to give him. That was probably because he got more and better with me than he ever managed on his own. "I told you I had a report to finish," Ollie answered as he sat down next to me, speaking with a dull weariness to his voice that matched the perpetually tired look that hung over his face, even when he was having a good time. Rolling my eyes, I lounged back against the bar. "Yeah, right. You mean check it over again for the billionth time just in case you missed some mistake." Unbothered by the jibe, Ollie merely shrugged and tilted his head toward the empty glass I'd left on the bar. "How many is that?" "Ionno," I answered with a shrug. "All I know is, it doesn't look like I'm getting another anytime soon." I added, followed by a jab my head down the way at the gaggle of tittering girls and their libation peddling fanboy. "Bartender got snatched, if ya catch my drift." "Ah," Ollie acknowledged, looking down at that situation for a moment. Then, he decided to push himself to his feet. "Well, I'll be right back then." "Where ya goin'?" I asked. "To go crash the party," Ollie answered as he walked by me. Before he could get far, though, he tossed a smirk back over his shoulder at me. "After all, I can't start catching up to you until dick-for-brains over there gets back to serving." That joke pulled an incredulous snort out of me, and it was definitely a joke. After all, one of Ollie's best traits as a wingman was that he didn't drink much. Not so little that he wasn't any fun, but he always held himself back from getting too wild. Otherwise, he might do something crazy, and he just couldn't allow that. With my friend on the booze issue, I turned my attention to my second problem for the evening, a distinct lack of female company. After all, Ollie was fun to hang out with, but no night was as good as one that finished with a bang. If I didn't get to work, though, the only person I was gonna be banging tonight was myself. Well, that could be fun, too, but again not - as - fun. If I was going to get someone out of their pants and into my bed, I needed a someone to go after, so that was what I went looking for. My gaze swept around the room, seeing what the bar was offering up on that particular evening. Pickings were unfortunately slim. That wasn't to say there weren't lots of girls about, just that they were the sort pursued by lesser men. Maybe I'd stoop to sticking one of them if I couldn't get someone off the top shelf, but they weren't the kinda pursuits I started with. No, I was after the real beauties, and with that trio down the way clearly committed to eating each other out that night, there weren't a lot of those left to be found. "Find anyone good?" Ollie asked as he swept back by in front of me to retake the seat that he'd briefly occupied before. "Not really," I sighed in disappointment as I glanced over at my friend. "What about you? Did you manage to get us drinks?" Smirking, Ollie tilted his at something behind me. "See for yourself." Spinning about on my stool, I got around just in time to see the bartender coming over with a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other. "Sorry about the wait, fellas. Been a busy night." "Yeah, I bet," I muttered sarcastically. After all, I knew exactly what had kept the other man 'busy', and it wasn't the crowd. If anything, the bar looked a little light on patrons for a Friday night. Maybe, I should have picked a different one. Yeah, that was probably what the problem was, just a bad bar. "Anyway, there ya go," the bartender declared as he quickly filled both my empty glass and the fresh one he'd brought with him. The latter of which he slid over to my friend. "Just give me a holler when you're ready for more." "Will do. Thanks," Ollie replied as he scooped up his drink and used it to gesture toward me. "Well, you ready to get this night started for real?" A grin spread across my face as I snatched my own glass up to clink it against my wingman's. "You're damn right I am." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ooo, good eye, Oliver. Good fucking eye," I declared with emphatic enthusiasm, before downing the rest of my latest drink. "Huh? Ollie blurted out in confusion as his head jerked about to look at me. "What?" "Her, numbnuts," I huffed, jabbing a finger over at the girl that I'd caught my friend scoping out. "Or are there other hotties that you've been keeping all to yourself?" Ollie had managed to find himself a good one. She was a saucy, little, raven-haired number who was currently flashing a winning smile. I was more interested in other areas, though, namely the low neckline of her top that showed off her deep cleavage. She looked pretty slim, too, but it was hard to be sure. Due to the angle and her choice of seat, I couldn't see what she was offering in the ass department, but I was pretty sure it was going to be good enough at the very least. "Oh ... yeah, I guess she's alright," Ollie mumbled weakly. "Alright, dude, look at those!" I exclaimed. "They're just begging to have my face buried in them, among other things." Chuckling, Ollie tossed me an incredulous look. "Begging?" "Sure seems that way from here," I remarked, giving the woman's delectable assets a good long look before I turned back to my friend. "But you've had your eye on her for a while, so I'm gonna give you first dibs. What's the approach plan?" "Approach?" Ollie repeated back in surprise only to immediately shake his head. "No way. Are you nuts? That chick's way outta my league." "Pfft!" I scoffed with a dismissive wave of my hand. "Lady propaganda. That's what that league shit is. We're all in the same league here, buddy. Sure, she may be bringing the heat, but that doesn't mean your bat can't make contact. Only surefire way to strike out is to not swing." Unconvinced, Ollie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I'd rather take the strike out than get beaned in the head, which is what's gonna happen if I go over there." "Coward!" I spat out mockingly. "Yep, and so are you," Ollie shot back. "You're only trying to get me to go over there, so you can look good in comparison when you sweep in after I crash and burn." A big grin curled my lips to confirm that my friend was spot on in his guess. "Hey, you're my wingman, aren't ya?" "Yeah, I am, and I've taken plenty of fire for you tonight," Ollie retorted. "But I like to pick my spots. You want to run into that burning building, you can get scorched on your own." "Whatever. Sit here by yourself, not getting laid," I huffed dismissively as I hopped up from my seat. "I'm gonna go get my hands on those beauties." "Sure, good luck with that," Ollie told me with a laugh that made it clear how bad he thought my chances were. Well, fuck him. I wasn't gonna sit around talking myself out of every possible conquest like he did. I was gonna go get laid. With that simple goal in mind, I started off toward my target's booth. Along the way, I worked on a plan to approach. It wasn't going to be easy. After all, Ollie's league talk did have some merit in that a woman as beautiful as this was going to have an unreasonably high opinion of herself. Even worse, she was with a notably uglier friend which was going to make separating them difficult. It would have been easier if I'd had my wingman beside me, but that chicken shit had decided to sit this one out, so I was on my own. No matter. I'd manage it anyway. "Good evening, ladies," I greeted, adding a grandiose flair to the words as I artfully spun a chair from a nearby table over next to the edge of their booth. I left it reversed from the usual position toward the two girls, so that I could straddle the seat and lean forward with my arms resting on the back as I looked at them. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question." "As long as it's not whether you can buy me a drink," my quarry was quick to answer in a most unwelcoming fashion. I was not going to be so easily deterred, however. "No, of course not," I declared, although my original plan had been close to that. A man has to work with what he's given. "After all, while I'm sure a man could easily get lost enough in your eyes to not realize, I have noticed that you two already have drinks." The slight smirk that curled the hottie's lips was encouraging, but the way her eyes narrowed was not. "Yeah sure, well ... I'm gonna save us both a little time here and just tell you flat out, I'm not interested. I'm not gonna be interested. Go try to charm someone else." "I'm sorry if you thought-" I tried to salvage the situation enough to at least buy a few more exchanges. "Nope," the bitch cut me off sweeping a finger off toward the rest of the bar. "Get going." "Fine," I hissed through clenched teeth and I shoved myself to my feet and spun away. "Fucking dykes," I muttered before I started away, making sure it was loud enough to be overheard. Judging by the indignant huff that cunt gave, I'd succeeded on that front at least. Marching back to my seat, I dropped myself back into it heavily just in time to earn a snide remark of, "I noticed a distinct lack of hand action," from Ollie. "Fuck you," I muttered without any real anger or energy. "Sorry, I'm flattered, but I'm strictly girls only," Ollie joked. "Pretty sure that bitch is, too," I remarked. "Yeah ..." Ollie acknowledged weakly, stretching the word out for a moment before he continued on. "Anyway, I got you another round while you were off trying to convert her." As he spoke, he reached over to tap the side of my glass which once again contained booze. "Great," I declared as I scooped it up and immediately downed the whole thing in one big gulp, then slammed it back on the bar. "Now, help me flag that shithole bartender down, so I can get the next one." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Aw, come on man!" I whined as Ollie led me out of the bar. Well, it was as much carrying as leading really, given how much I was leaning on his shoulder. That was just because he'd insisted, though. "I'm fine! I could still land one!" "Ha!" Ollie scoffed, actually saying the word rather than just laughing. "You're not even fine to get home on your own, much less convince someone else to go home with you." "I can too! I'll show you!" I denied as I tried to straighten up and push my friend away. However, even as I started to pull away, Ollie tightened his grip. "Nope! You're going home and that's that, even if I have to drag you the whole way." "Oh yeah? Then drag me!" I retorted as I let my knees buckle. Suddenly burdened with the entirety of my weight, Ollie grunted, but he managed to keep me upright - well, mostly. I was kind of sagging, and he was tilted to one side under the strain, but it wasn't enough to stop him. He kept right on going, dragging me over to the waiting car as he grumbled, "Fuck, why do you have to act like such a child?" "Wah! Wah!" I mockingly cried, affecting a petulant whine. Sighing, Ollie just shook his head and kept going. He fought his way over to the car's door. He fought to hold me and get it open. He even fought to flop me inside, although he only got me onto my back with my legs still hanging out of the car. "Alright, sit yourself up or I'm gonna slam the door closed on your legs hard enough to cut 'em off," my friend threatened as he straightened up, and even rested a hand on the door while the other wiped at his brow. "No!" I spat, keeping up the tantrum-throwing child routine. "Suit yourself," Ollie answered just before he did almost exactly as he'd promised. "Ow! Bastard!" I shouted as the car door smacked into my leg. It wasn't hard enough to cut the limb off and certainly not its brother, as well, but it was enough to get me to lurch up so that I could grab at the place that had been hit. "That fucking hurt!" "And it's gonna hurt again if you don't move your fucking legs," Ollie warned, jostling the door back and forth in warning. "Alright! I'll move! Jeez! Fuck!" I ranted as I pulled my legs back in and sat up. Without my legs in the way, Ollie swung the door again, but this time it could actually close. Then, he walked around to get in on the other side. After that, he fought with me to get my seatbelt on, before turning to talk with the uber driver. Honestly, the next thing I remembered after that was Ollie pulling me out of the car in front of our apartment building with a simple, "Come on. Just a little further." "Yeah, yeah," I muttered in irritation as I let myself get pulled to my feet, just like I let my friend lean me up against him again for the walk up to the apartment. It wasn't the quickest, but fortunately, our place was near the elevator so there wasn't far to go. "There! Got ya home! You're on your own now!" Ollie huffed when he finally dropped me onto my bed, clearly exhausted from all the wrangling. "Thanks, chum, but you forgot to massage my feet!" I declared, lifting a foot to wiggle it at my friend. "Despite the nonsense you put me through, I ain't your servant. If you want a foot rub, you shoulda landed a girl," Ollie retorted. "Pbbt!" I puffed, propellering my lips as I waved off that argument. "Couldn't leave my wingman with no one like that." "Yeah, whatever," Ollie answered with a chuckle as he turned to walk out of my room. "Night, dude." "Night," I replied before letting my gaze drift up to stare at the ceiling. Then, Ollie was gone, leaving me to just lie on the bed for a few seconds. I was tempted to fall asleep like that, even though I was cock-eyed with my legs dangling off the side. However, a different need took precedence. "Speaking of girls ..." I muttered to myself before fighting to get back to my feet. A few badly stumbled steps brought me over to my desk where I plopped heavily into my chair. As with lying on the bed, I spent the next few seconds just sitting there before I gathered myself enough to move again. Leaning forward, I opened up my laptop and booted it up, smiling at the lights and sounds that came with that. Once the machine was finally ready to go, I moved again, this time with far less sluggishness as I set to work. It wasn't long before a video popped up, paired to audio of a sweetly gasping young woman. The source of her gasping was the dick currently plowing her like a field. That dick, though, was a bit of an oddity, not quite up to the usual size standards of porn, but also not attached to a guy - at least, not someone that looked like a guy. "Ahh ... tranny on girl, the perfect number of dicks, and the perfect number of boobs," I remarked just before the distinctive sound of unzipping pants filled the air. Just because I didn't manage to land some pussy for the evening didn't mean I was gonna leave Little Billy without any action. After all, it wasn't his fault. He was ready to bring his A game tonight and got left on the bench. It was time to make it up to him. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 02 Pleasant dreams of being stuck in the middle of a quartuple-boob sandwich fell away to reveal a world of too-bright lights, an annoying hand shaking my shoulder, and a pounding in my temples. It was the worst trade ever, and that stupid hand was making it so that I couldn't trade back, forcing me to wake up. God, I hated that hand and the jackass that owned it. "Go away, Ollie," I groaned as I tried to roll over and bury myself deeper into my pillow and blankets. "No can do, buddy. You made me swear to never let you miss a workout," Ollie countered smartly, but it was pretty clear from the sadistic twist in his voice that he was doing this out of more than just duty to an oath. "So GET UP!" he added, shouting the last part into my ears. "Gah!" I growled as the far too loud noise sent a stab of pain through my hung over head. "Asshole!" "That's right, and I'm only gonna get worse if you don't get up," Ollie threatened. "Maybe do a little heavy metal rendition for ya. How's that sound?" Accepting my defeat, I shoved myself up to glare at my friend. "Sounds like an excuse to go find a guitar just so I can shove up your shitter." "I don't know. That sounds acoustically unviable to me," Ollie remarked with a big grin on his face. Chuckling, I shook my head. "Whatever ... you coming with me today?" "Nah, unlike a certain roommate of mine, I'm not enough of a dumbass to insist on working out after I stayed up all night drinking," Ollie informed me. "I think I'm gonna lounge about here, have a nice big breakfast, text a couple girls I met on that new app I'm trying. You should really give it a try, by the way. It's a lot easier than trying to pick up girls at a bar like it's still the last millenia." "Ugh ... there's like a hundred dicks per girl on those things, and you've gotta wade through all of it just to find some slut so stretched out that you might as well be fucking air, no thanks," I spat in disgust. Ollie twisted up his face dubiously. "I mean, sure, I'll grant you that you gotta fight for attention, but I've hooked up with a couple of these chicks so far and the sex is just as good as randos in a bar." "Yeah, well, you should probably get yourself checked out, 'cause I'm sure you're riddled with VD," I retorted. "No, but whatever Suit yourself," Ollie conceded with a shrug as he turned to leave my room. "Have fun working out through your hangover." "I will!" I shot back defiantly as I shoved myself to my feet to start getting ready. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Sherry!" I enthusiastically greeted the blonde beauty behind the counter. "You're looking as stunning as always." "And just as committed to my boyfriend, too," Sherry was ready to respond, although it didn't stop her from offering a warm smile in return. "Hey, just 'cause you're with someone doesn't mean I can't compliment you," I defended my actions even as I swept right on by the counter. After all, it was fine to put in the leg work in case Sherry's boyfriend was stupid enough to dump her, but there was no sense in wasting too much time on someone unavailable. That effort was better spent on chicks with a higher chance of putting out. Undoubtedly, there would be several better prospects already working out inside. After all, I wasn't a member of some everyman kinda gym. I went to one of those 'hot people' gyms. There were no middle-aged mothers trying to hold themselves to merely chubby rather than fat. There were no everyday people looking for yoga classes or the like. Nope, this gym was for the kind of hard bodies that ordinary people found far too intimidating. Much to my annoyance, though, it wasn't a tight, fit, young woman that first caught my attention when I entered the workout area. No, it was a familiar, hearty, masculine rumble belting out, "Billy! My man!" "Rick! How's the li-gah!" I started to greet normally as I turned toward the voice. However, just as my gaze landed on the speaker, I pretended to gasp in fear and jerked my hands up to cover my eyes. "Dude!" "What?!" the guy, a gym buddy of mine, exclaimed, looking down at his bare-chested self in confusion. "Afraid of a man without a shirt on?" "No, but you can't just spring muscles like that on someone. What if my eyes ended up as cut as your abs?! I'd be blind!" I joked, feigning caution as I lowered my hands. Chuckling, Rick struck a quick pose, tightening up his bulk to really emphasize the considerable definition that he'd worked to add to his frame. "You're right, I do need to be careful. Men going blind. Woman swooning all around. I'm a menace." "Well you're certainly menacing," I remarked as I looked the other man over. "I mean look at you, bro. How big are ya gonna get?" "Bigger than this, that's for sure," Rick answered, even as he curled one arm to show off just how big his biceps already were. "Really? You're gonna start bursting outta your clothes like the hulk, dude," I commented even as I reached up to grab the other guy's bicep. "I mean, look at this thing. It's huge!" "I know, but the bigger I get, the more into it Dave gets, and plus, it feels good, bro," Rick replied, giving his arm a few flexes to make it surge in my grasp. "You should try to bulk up, too. I could give ya some pointers." Releasing the other man's arm, I shook my head. "Nah, I've tried that before. Just doesn't work for me. I'm sticking with the swimmer's build. Just wish I could get a little more definition, y'know." "Yeah, that's the tough part," my friend acknowledged, turning his attention from himself, to me, giving me a long once over that seemed to do more appreciating than assessing - not that I minded. "Mmm, not that you need it. If you weren't straight, I'd gladly be all up in that." "Ooo, I'mma tell your boyfriend you said that," I teased, affecting an effeminate air. That comment pulled a chuckle out of Rick. "Whatever, my man knows he ain't gotta worry about that kinda shit. He knows you're straight, too." "I am indeed, which is why I hope you won't mind excusing me," I segued into an exit. "There are hotties to pursue, and I'd rather not get lumped in with jacked gay guys." Laughing again, Rick nodded. "Sure thing, bro. Come let me know if you need a spot or anything, though. Alright?" "Will do," I answered, offering a quick wave before I spun around to get moving again. After all, like I'd told Rick, there were plenty of chicks about to pursue, and I had a workout to get done, too. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Nice, very nice," I muttered under my breath as I watched a total gym bunny working out. Of course, I wasn't commenting on her exercise technique or accomplishments. Well, in a way I was. That ass had to have taken years of work to sculpt. She had probably put a lot of time into those legs, too. Sadly, the boobs were almost assuredly fake, like most super fit girls with anything up top, but they'd still be fun to play with. Fake is definitely better than nothing, that's for sure. "Alright, enough scouting. Time for the approach," I told myself as I hopped up from the weight machine that I had been using. I didn't go straight for the hottie, though. No, I turned toward the wall of mirrors instead, moving over to get a good view of myself to make sure I was in the right state for an attempt. After all, no girl wants some sweaty mess slobbering over them as they're running. I needed the fitness model sort of look, just enough perspiration to glisten a little, but still maintaining an easy-going energy. My reflection had that, just like it still had my rich brown hair with just the right amount of tousle, and the carefully trimmed beard that gave the perfect look of 'unshaven scruff'. Even my muscles were looking extra good today. This was going to be easy. Content with my appearance, I tossed my towel over my shoulder and spun about. Now, it was time to go after the babe, and she was still right where I'd left her trotting along on the treadmill with her eyes forward. Starting that way, I checked out her ass one last time to really fix in my mind what I was working for, but I didn't just stare at that. No, I also noted the earbuds that she wore. They'd make it hard to just chat her up. I needed an excuse to get her to take them out. That was simple enough. Altering my path, I aimed not at the girl but at the treadmill next to her. There, I set about fiddling with the controls, pretending like I was trying to set it up for a run of my own. In reality, I was just killing some time to sell the idea that I was dealing with an unfamiliar machine that I didn't know how to work, all so that a moment later, I would have an excuse to bother the chick next to me. Sure enough, that was exactly what I did, abandoning my faked efforts to get the machine working to reach over toward the woman. I didn't touch her directly, but merely tapped a finger on the front of her machine, as platonic an opening as possible to keep her guard down. "Excuse me?" "Huh?" the girl responded a bit too loudly as she turned to me and pulled out an earbud. "Ya need something?" "Yeah, sorry to bother you, but would you mind helping me set this up?" I asked feigning complete innocence. "I'm kinda new to this gym, and the machines at my old place are nothing like these." "Oh, yeah, sure," the hottie agreed with a friendly smile. Pausing her own run, she popped the other earbud out of her ear and stepped over to work the machine. After that, we spent a few moments exchanging details of the run I wanted to do and how to input that into the machine before everything was finished up. "Alright, there ya go. Just hit this button and start running." "Thanks a lot!" I declared graciously, and that might have been the end of a perfectly pleasant little interaction, but I wasn't willing to stop there. Instead, I segued into offering my hand toward the runner while introducing myself, "I'm Billy by the way." "Terri," came the answer as the girl took my hand for the briefest of shakes. "I or Y?" I inquired as my target released me and started back to her machine. Pausing, Terri twisted about to look back at me. "Huh?" "Your name," I explained. "Is it spelled with an I or a Y?" "Oh, uhm ... an I," Terri answered with a bit of hesitation. "Mines a Y," I played off the topic to keep it going. "In case you couldn't guess." While not the best work I'd ever done, I did manage to get a laugh out of my quarry that wasn't entirely pity. It also served to get her to check me out, sweeping her gaze over my frame with what certainly looked like appreciation. "Yeah, I kinda figured. Not a lot of Billy's running around that end their name with an i?" "Oh, you thought I meant it ended in a Y!" I exclaimed as if realizing something. "What?" Terri questioned, crinkling her brow in confusion. "Wait ... you mean they're both Y's?" My lips curled in a mischievous grin. "Nah, I was just messing with you. It's spelled just how you thought it was." "Oh ... of course," Terri acknowledged, smiling bashfully at falling for the little trick. Feeling an opening, I prefaced, "But I'm not gonna mess with you on this next bit." "Oh? And what's this next bit?" Terri inquired, her interest certainly piqued. "Would you like to get something to drink with me after you're done with your run?" I made my gambit. "There's a coffee shop just down the street that looks pretty nice." Immediately, the chick's guard came back up, but it wasn't all the way. Her interest kept a crack in her defenses, a crack which widened as she gave me another once over. Then, she finally nodded. "Alright, but how about we make it lunch, and I pick the restaurant?" Willing to take the victory any way I could get it, I just smiled and agreed, "Sounds great to me." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Yes ... yes ... yes, yes, yesyesyes," Terri gasped, building up to one final scream of, "Yes!" that held long and loud. I could tell that it wasn't just an act. After all, I was balls deep at the time, allowing me to easily feel that the exaltation of screaming was matched by a distinctive shudder running through my partner. I felt a commensurate surge of pride at having completed the chore of making sure she had a good time. That meant, I could finish up, and the way she was twitching in the throes of passion only made that easier. My peak was far less theatrical. There was no screaming, just a simple grunt. There was no full body quaking and writhing, just a few final pumps as Little Billy unloaded. Thankfully, she'd taken care of the birth control side of things, so I didn't have any worries like pulling out to ruin the moment. Even though she had started before me, my latest conquest still hadn't finished coming down from her moment by the time mine was quite over. I pulled away, all the same, leaving her to roll off her hands and knees and flop onto her back. Still gasping, she slumped there, her cheeks flush with satisfaction. "Whew ... I knew I was gonna get a workout today, but wow ... you were way more than I bargained for. That was amazing," Terri praised breathlessly, seemingly barely possessed of enough energy to tilt her head to the side to look at me as I walked around the bed to my nightstand to grab some tissues. "Thanks, I always aim to please," I remarked, adding a wink before I toweled myself off down there. "Oh, you definitely did," Terri purred with obvious pleasure, adding a little squirm that was part stretch and part burrowing deeper into the bed beneath her. Smirking, I tossed the wad of tissues into the trash before jabbing a thumb toward the door. "I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything?" "No, but I wouldn't mind a shower - y'know, once I'm able to stand up again," Terri answered flirtatiously. "It's probably gonna be a little bit before then, though." "No worries. The restroom's just across the hall, and it's not likely to go anywhere, so take all the time you need," I told her, chuckling, as I bent over to grab my shorts and quickly pull them on. Then, I was off toward the door while adding back over my shoulder, "And just yell if you change your mind about that drink." "Sure thing," came the expected acknowledgement, bringing an end to the post-fucking interaction before it could get to the point of being too awkward. In fact, that had been my real goal for making such a quick exit. Of course, it would have worked even better if I was at her place rather than her being at mine, but it still spared me any need to figure out something meaningful to say so there wasn't just empty silence hanging over us as we lay in bed. Plus, a little hydration was always good after sex. Slipping out of my room, I made my way down the short hallway that connected the two bedrooms to the main area of the apartment. As I rounded the corner to enter the kitchen, though, I found someone was already there. "Ollie," I greeted with a slight tilt of my chin as I kept right on moving to the refrigerator. "Hey," the man replied, glancing up from his efforts to make a sandwich. "That for me?" I inquired facetiously while grabbing a chilled bottle of water and popping it open. "Tfft, I didn't fuck ya," Ollie scoffed. "Get your latest to make you one." "Ah ... if only there was a girl that would actually do that and not just get offended," I sighed wistfully only to shrug and lift my bottle to my lips. Ollie's answer was a shrug of his own and indifferently grunted, "Mmm ... maybe they would if you stuck with one longer than a day." Snickering interfering with my drink, I abandoned it, wiping at my mouth and forcing myself to swallow. "Hey now. It'll probably be two or three with this one!" "What? You mean it's not true love between you and the rando gym bunny you picked up this morning? I'm devastated," Ollie remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Nah, she's an outdoorsy type. Wants to go on all these adventures," I played it straight as I walked around the counter to plunk myself down in one of the high chairs on the other side. "But, she's hot and easy, so you never know." "That is your type," Ollie agreed. "Gotta say, though, I'm rooting against ya. Too much screaming." That criticism put a smug grin on my lips. "Oh, that bad was it?" "Yes, but I'm sure it had absolutely nothing to do with you," Ollie's was ready to cut into my pride in my achievement. "I don't know. She did say it was amazing," I pointed out. "They always do the first time, even though, it's usually not," Ollie countered as he finished preparing his sandwich and turned to face me, leaning back against the counter behind him. "Well, maybe not with you," I remarked arrogantly. "Me, though, I know how to satisfy a woman's needs." An exaggerated eye roll answered me. "Whatever ..." Chuckling, I left it at that, taking another drink from my bottle. It was a much longer one, occupying the next few seconds before I finished with a contented, "Ah ... that's better." "Yes, now maybe you're hydrated enough to put on a shirt," Ollie quipped. Snickering, I leaned forward to rest my arms on the counter. "What, is the gym skipper getting jealous?" "Nope, just a fan of shirts," Ollie replied before taking a bite of his lunch. "Oh, so you wouldn't want Terri to come out here topless then?" I asked. Pausing, Ollie cocked an eyebrow before correcting himself, "Just a fan of shirts on men." A chortle burst out of me at that response. "Good answer." "I certainly thought so," Ollie remarked with a superior twist. Still chuckling, I let that slide for a moment before segueing, "Anyway ... you want to hit the bars again tonight?" "Really?" Ollie questioned, screwing his face up incredulously. "You stayed up late, suffered through a hangover, worked out, and hooked up with a girl for a little afternoon delight, and you still wanna go out later and hit on chicks?" "Yes, exactly," I answered matter-of-factly. Chuckling, Ollie shook his head. "Well, I'm not interested. We aren't in college anymore. One long night of drunken debauchery a week is enough for me." "Uck ... I don't know whether to call you an old fogey or a little bitch," I sneered in disgust. "I'd call it maturity, but you've always been childish, so I suppose you resorting to name calling only fits," Ollie replied, affecting an erudite air. "Yeah ... definitely a little bitch," I retorted crudely. Breaking the charade to chuckle, Ollie stated, "I'm still not going out tonight." "Yeah, and what are you gonna do around this dump?" I questioned, glancing about the apartment. "Order some pizza and binge watch a TV show," Ollie answered. "Hmm ... " I hummed thoughtfully before shrugging. "I guess that'll be alright." "Oh, is that the sound of you inviting yourself to join me?" Ollie inquired, raising an eyebrow. Grinning, I nodded. "Yep. What are you gonna do about it?" Ollie shrugged. "I don't know. Order more pizza?" *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 03 Darkness and the loud awful beep of my alarm were what greeted me as my eyes cracked open. They heralded the end of the fun that came with the weekend and the start of another work week. That meant I had to drag myself out of bed to get going. Dragging was definitely a good word for what I had to do, because it was an arduous task to say the least. While I wasn't hungover like I had been Saturday, I still wasn't a morning person, especially not on Mondays, which always began after too little sleep. Still, I powered through, getting through a yawn, a stretch, and turning on a light. Then, I was finally up on my feet, moving around to grab both work out clothes to put on and work clothes to shove into my gym bag. Once I had everything ready, I was on my way, stopping only briefly to pick up a breakfast bar from the kitchen on the way to my car. Outside, it was still completely dark, with sunrise still some ways off. That meant little traffic as I cruised along. I didn't go to work, though. No, my first stop was the gym. That was where my day really began or, at least, where I truly woke up. A lot of people wonder how I get through the day going through a hard workout in the morning, and my answer is always to ask how they get through the day without. Certainly, I would never be able to. For me, it was far better than coffee for getting me awake and energized for the day ahead. After my workout, I showered at the gym, thanks to everything I needed being in my bag from shampoo to my electric razor. Then I piled on an undershirt, a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie, even though it was the middle of summer and absurdly hot. At least, I worked in a nice air- conditioned office. A lot of the other college dropouts I knew weren't so lucky - the poor bastards. Finally ready to face the day, I went back to my car, this time in a world that was starting to lighten. The sun wouldn't crest the horizon for a bit, though. Still, traffic was already starting to build as I made my way through the streets to my building and slipped into my usual spot. A few minutes later, I was through security, up the elevator, and staring at the door to a giant corner office. Sadly, it wasn't mine. No, I worked at the desk in front of it. Yes, I was a personal assistant, but hey, it was a job, and a more important one than most people think. I didn't just answer phones. I was integral to the productivity of my boss, Mr. Johnston. I kept his schedule for him. I did research for him. I even fulfilled some of his managerial duties for him. That was the sort of trust he had in me. Hell, if I'd asked, he probably would've given me a job in management of my own, but I didn't ask, because I didn't want it. Too stressful and time consuming. No, my current position was perfect - well, except for the pay. Yeah, sure, I was 'just an assistant', but I did more for this company than a lot of people in management, and yet I made peanuts in comparison. Hell, I didn't even make as much as some of the other executives' assistants. Of course, they were getting paid for the work they did on their backs, not what little, if anything, they could be trusted to do while seated at their desks. They got tons of gifts to go with their salaries, too. Fucking sluts had it so easy. Before sliding into my chair, I started the day by putting some water on to heat up. Then, I sat down to get to work on cleaning up whatever the weekend had brought. As was usually the case, it was a mess of tasks and communications that had to be sorted through and organized. A few, I was able to finish in line, being particularly short, but the rest were pushed off until after the sorting was complete. I was just getting into one of those tasks when a gruff but chipper, "Good morning, Billy," cut through my concentration. Looking up, I offered a quick smile, followed by a simple, "Good morning, Mr. Johnston," before my boss was by my desk and disappeared into his office. Then, I simply made a note of the time and returned to work. After all, Mr. Johnston needed about ten minutes to settle in before he was ready to start his day. A couple of minutes before that window was up, I got out of my chair to prepare for what came next. The hot water was used to make a drink. A legal pad and several documents were tucked under my other arm. Finally, I was at the office door with near perfect timing. Without knocking, I swept inside, finding my boss seated behind his desk. He'd come in wearing a suit, but the jacket was already off and hung on a coat rack. The tie would probably follow before too much longer. Outside of his sloppy appearance, an indulgence he only partook of in his office, Mr. Johnston was much like one would expect of a high- powered vice president in a large, profitable company. He was old, fifty-eight, and what hair he head left, which wasn't much on the top, was all gray. In his youth, he might have cut an impressive figure, but now, his tall frame was always hunched and sported a considerable paunch both from his age and from a life with too much time behind a desk and not enough in a gym. "Hot water with lemon, sir," I stated rather than bother with a repeat of our greeting from earlier. As I did, I set the drink on a coaster on the man's desk. Immediately, Mr. Johnston's face twisted with disgust as he eyed the glass. "Ugh ... I never should have told you my doctor wanted me to quit coffee." "Or, you could just stop complaining about it," I suggested brightly. "It has been three years." "Three awful years ..." my boss answered with profound weariness. "Aw, come now, sir. Just think about how many more years you'll get from taking care of yourself," I countered optimistically. Mr. Johnston was clearly unpersuaded even before he huffed, "Years of lemon water and dressing-less salads for lunch. God, it sounds worse than death." "Well, how about I change your lunch order today to a philly cheesesteak, instead?" I offered. Looking up at me, my boss narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Is that some sort of joke?" "No. Your latest test results have been so good that your doctor said you could ease up a little bit," I explained. "Really?" my boss questioned, still skeptical. Smiling, I nodded. "I left the email there for you to read if you want." "Huh, well, good ... no, great, and yes I will take that sandwich," Mr. Johnston told me, his spirits clearly bolstered by the good news. "Of course, sir," I confirmed immediately. "I assume that's all the good news for the morning, so how about you give me the bad," my boss directed as he extended a hand. Immediately, I started placing various items into his outstretched grasp. "Nothing too bad, sir. A few invitations that I wasn't sure of your opinions on. I also compiled the data you wanted and emailed it to you, but I didn't see anything glaring when I perused it. Oh, and my dad wanted me to ask you if you have time for golf this week." "Do I?" Mr. Johnston inquired as he rifled through what I'd given him. "Yes, sir. Wednesday afternoon," I answered. "Afternoon golf in this heat ..." the man grumbled with a shake of his head only for it to turn into a shrug. "I suppose it's better than no golf at all." "That's what I thought you'd say, which is why I already secured you a tee time," I informed him. "I also rejected an invitation from your sister to have lunch that day." Smirking, Mr. Johnston nodded in acknowledgement. "Good, good. Well done as usual." "I always aim to please, sir," I replied, bowing my head graciously. "Was there anything in particular you needed, now, or can I get back to my backlog from the weekend." "Hmm ..." my boss hummed thoughtfully for a couple of moments before shaking his head. "No, take care of what I already sent you." "Yes sir," I responded before I turned around and walked back out to my desk to get to work. *********************************************** *********************************************** The soft percusion of keys filled the air as I quickly typed up some response for Mr. Johnston while he was off in a meeting. He had a lot of those during the day. Sometimes, I even attended them with him, although not often. It was just more efficient to split our time, and he wasn't so old and doddering that he needed someone to take notes for him. He could do that on his own. "Excuse me," a male voice interrupted. Stopping my work, I set my hands to the side of the keyboard and looked up with a pleasant and practiced smile at the new arrival. It wasn't the sort of person that one would usually expect to visit upper management. First of all, he wasn't wearing a suit, but he was wearing a trenchcoat and fedora in spite of the season - well that and those hats having not been in fashion for decades. Eccentric attire might have been expected from a family member or a young, attractive woman, but he was neither. He was probably fifteen years older than my twenty- seven and certainly not related to Mr. Johnston. That wasn't to say I didn't recognize him, though. "Mr. Cartwright," I greeted the unusual visitor neutrally. In the nearly ten years that I had held this position, I had seen this particularly man perhaps the same number of times. He was a mystery every time, showing up without any warning, speaking to my boss briefly, then disappearing again for another year or so. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Johnston is in a meeting at the moment." "Oh ... hmm ..." the man mumbled as he flicked a wrist to push back his coat sleeve and check his watch. "Will he be long?" "At least half an hour," I explained. A scowl darkened the strange visitor's face. "Damn ... I don't have time to wait that long." "I'm sorry," I apologized. "Is there something I can do to help?" "Hmm ... interesting idea ..." the man mused as he shifted his attention my way, peering at me long and carefully. "Perhaps there is. Can I leave something with you for Gregory?" "Of course," I agreed, immediately reaching for a pen and a notepad. "What would you like me to tell him?" "Oh, no, not a message," Mr. Cartwright answered with a chuckle before reaching into his coat. A moment later, his hand returned, this time carrying a brown paper bag about the size of a man's hand from wrist to fingertip. "This." I had no immediate answer to offer. I was too busy staring at the bag in surprise. Of course, I had wondered what the strange man's visits were about, but I'd never expected him to be delivering something in a little paper bag. What could it even be? "Can I leave this for Gregory or not?" Mr. Cartwright pressed impatiently. "Oh, uhm ..." I began, hesitating. Accepting strange bags with unknown contents wasn't exactly a normal activity, but my boss had been very clear that I was not to impede this particular individual in any way. When he arrived, he was always to be treated as a top priority. "Yes, as long as Mr. Johnson is expecting it, then that should be fine." "Excellent," the strange man declared as he set the bag on my desk. "Thank you for your help, young man." "Of course," I answered, falling back into my usual routine. "Was there anything else I could do for you?" Already turning to leave, the curious visitor shook his head. "No. Goodbye." "Have a wonderful day, Mr. Cartwright," I offered in return, then watched the man as he walked away until he finally moved out of sight. For a second, my gaze lingered on where I had last seen the peculiar individual before slowly it shifted to the bag on my desk. It just sat there, out in the open, unusual and suspicious. I wasn't sure what exactly to do with it, though. Should I keep it with me? Should I put it in Mr. Johnston's office? "What's even in it?" I mumbled under my breath. Given the vaguely shady container and delivery method, I assumed drugs, but that didn't make much sense. Mr. Johnston just didn't seem the type. At the very least, he had never partaken of such things at the office, yet every year Mr. Cartwright had come right here, presumably to deliver one of these bags. Of course, it could have been something completely mundane, as well. A souvenir from a travelling friend perhaps? There was no way to know - well, except for looking inside. Unable to resist the lure of curiosity, I surreptitiously retrieved the bag from where it sat and moved it to my lap where it would be hidden from sight. There, I unfurled the neatly rolled top and pulled it wide enough to see inside. Within was a pair of simple prescription bottles, devoid of description. Each contained a few dozen pills, one set of pale blue and the other a light pink. "Huh ... maybe he's wilder than I thought?" I mused at the sight. After all, what else could unmarked bottles of pills delivered under suspect circumstances by a bizarre individual be besides some sort of illicit drugs. Even with a fairly good idea of what was in the bag, I still had no idea what I should do with it. Throw it away? That seemed extreme. After all, it wasn't like I was worried about a drug bust swooping down on me at any moment or even that I opposed a little chemically-aided fun. On the other hand, Mr. Johnston was an old guy who was supposedly trying to stay healthy. Drugs were rarely good for that. Should I at least confront him about it? He could want to stop but be too addicted to do it on his own. He'd never mentioned anything about it in all the years I'd worked for him, though. Maybe it was best to just deliver the bag as promised and then forget about the whole thing? It wasn't really any of my business. One thing I was certain of was that I didn't want to get caught by someone with a bag of drugs in my lap. As such, I quickly rolled the bag's top closed again, then stuffed it into one of the drawers on my desk. After that, I pointedly went back to work, but I couldn't quite put the bag out of my mind. Whenever I had an idle moment, my gaze and thoughts always drifted back to the drawer. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Billy." The sound of my name cut through my idle thoughts and forced my gaze up from the drawer in my desk to find my boss standing before me. "Yes, Mr. Johnston?" "Need more work?" my boss remarked with a smirk. "Uhm ... no?" I answered, furrowing my brow uncertainly. That response earned a chuckle from Mr. Johnston. "You sure? I mean, if you have time for daydreaming, you have time for more work." "I wasn't, uh ... I wasn't daydreaming, sir," I tried to claim, but in truth that was exactly what I had been doing. I just couldn't get that bag of pills out of my head. "Sure, you weren't," my boss replied, heavy sarcasm showing that he didn't believe me. He did, however, seem to be willing to move past it as he proceeded to ask, "Anything come up while I was in that meeting?" "Uhm ... yes, sir. Mr Cartwright stopped by," I answered. "He did? Damn, I've kept him waiting," Mr. Johnston cursed as he turned to start toward his office. "Is he inside?" "No, he couldn't wait, so-" I began to explain what had happened, but I never got the chance to finish. "Damn it!" Mr. Johnston growled as he lurched to a stop and smacked a fist into his own thigh. "I'm never going to get him to come by again in time." "Actually, sir, he left your ... delivery with me," I explained as I reached over to the drawer that had been so ruining my focus. "It's right here." "Oh ... good ... good ..." my boss muttered as his previous rage dispersed. "Did he, uhm ... did he say anything about it to you?" Shaking my head, I retrieved the paper bag to hand it over. "No." "Ah, good," Mr. Johnston declared as he snatched the bag possessively and immediately turned toward his office. For a beat, I warred over whether or not I should just let the man go and forget about the whole thing. It would just be too hard to get any work done not knowing, though. "I know it's none of my business, sir, but what is it?" Even with his back to me, I could tell my boss winced as he stopped just before his hand reached the door to his office. He held there for a moment, undoubtedly fighting a similar war within himself to the one that I had just endured. For whatever reason, he came to a similar conclusion, saying simply, "Come into my office," before he stepped inside. A little surprised by the invitation, it took me a moment to process it. Once I had, I hopped right up from my seat and hurried to follow after my boss. After all, that bag had been plaguing my thoughts for a while at that point. I was eager for resolution. Inside the office, I found Mr. Johnston still with his back to me as he stood right in front of his desk. "Close the door." "Yes, sir," I answered readily, firmly closing the way behind me to create the privacy that my boss clearly wanted. Despite that privacy, Mr. Johnston still did not turn around to look at me. All he did was reach over to flip a picture frame on his desk around so that I could see it, then say, "Do you remember my niece, Gina?" "How could I forget?" I remarked, lips curling in a grin. Gina was the only member of Mr. Johnston's family that either of us seemed to like. It was easy to see why, at least in my case, because she was gorgeous - like, supermodel levels of stunning. She was tall and slim, but with just enough curve to her to create a perfect image of exotic, graceful beauty. She even had the dark skin, black hair, and almond-shaped eyes to compliment the whole thing. Cearly picking up on exactly what made his niece unforgettable to me, my boss let out a little chuckle. It didn't last, though, trailing off into a sigh as he shook his head. That was followed by a heavy breath before, finally, he turned to face me. "Gina isn't my niece, Billy," Mr. Johnston declared. "Well, obviously," I remarked. "No offense, but there's no way your sister could ever have a daughter like that. She's gotta be like me, the child of one of your friends." My boss shook his head. "No, she's not any of that either." "A mistress then?" I guessed what I'd always assumed was the most likely reality, even if it was weird for someone to call their lover their niece. Society can demand some weird charades. Again, Mr. Johnston shook his head. "No, Billy. I'm Gina." Blinking in surprise, I answered with the only possible answer to such a ridiculous claim, a half-laughed, "Uhm ... what?" "Of course, you don't believe me," my boss remarked with a smirk before holding up the bag in his hand. "That's what the contents of this bag are for, though." The fact that the man hadn't just immediately admitted to it all being a joke had my brow furrowing suspiciously as I leaned back. "You're trying to tell me that's a bag of pills that can turn you into a beautiful young woman." "And back," Mr. Johnston answered matter-of-factly. Face twisting skeptically, I shook my head. "Come on, sir. I've worked for you for a long time now. You don't need to make up crazy stories to cover affairs and drugs with me." "It's because we've worked together so long that I'm not lying to you right now, Billy. Hell, it's probably the reason why Mr. Cartwright was even willing to trust you with this bag," my boss stuck to his claims. "But, I can understand your lack of belief. I certainly didn't believe it when I was first told about this medicine." "Yeah, 'cause it's not possible!" I denied. While that seemed like a pretty damning point in my favor, all it did was earn me a condescending smile from my boss. "Are you free this Friday after work?" "What?" I gasped in confusion. "Come now, you keep my schedule. I don't keep yours," Mr. Johnston pressed facetiously. "Will you be free Friday evening or not?" Leaning back, I eyed the man skeptically. "I can be. Why?" "Because it's very expensive, and I don't want to waste a dose," my boss explained, tapping the bag in his hand. "Once we're done with work for the week, I'll show you first hand just what this stuff is capable of." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 04 I watched with rapt attention as the minutes on the clock ticked by with painful slowness. It was already well past five. My own work had long been completed in a fervor-filled rush of productivity which had plowed through every possible task with speed and efficiency. All of that effort was just to get to this point - waiting. In truth, I had been waiting for a lot longer than just since the clock had turned five. Ever since Monday, this upcoming moment had dominated my world. After all, Mr. Johnston had promised to show me the impossible. Of course, I didn't actually expect my boss to pop a pill and transform into a beautiful woman. The very idea was absurd, the sort of thing that was only possible in well ... fantasy. He had seemed so confident, though, and had not shown even a hint of worry in the week since his promise. To the contrary, he had passed the last few days as if this was just another normal work week. Was he just that delusional? Did he have some sort of trick? What sort of trick could possibly make his claims believable? Maybe he was just buying time and intended to recant his wild tales and reveal the truth? I had no answers to any of those questions, but I was desperate to get some. Unfortunately, the clock kept ticking slowly by without any call from my boss to indicate that he was done with his work for the day. There was no telling how- The rattle of a door handle jerked my gaze up and silenced my thoughts. I watched with laser focus as the door to Mr. Johnston's office cracked open just enough for him to poke his head out and say, "I assume you're all done with your work, too?" "Yes, sir!" I blurted with embarrassing alacrity and energy. Chuckling, my boss jabbed his head back toward the inside of his office. "Alright, then come on in." Silly and childish as it was, I scrambled hastily to my feet and pushed to the edge of running as I raced over to the door. With all that rushing, I slipped into the office before Mr. Johnston had gotten more than a few steps away. Obviously, nothing would happen yet, but I still refused to look away as I closed the door behind me. I didn't care what trick might be planned, I wasn't going to fall for it. "Awfully enthusiastic for someone that doesn't believe me," my boss remarked as he walked around behind his desk to open a drawer. From within, he retrieved one of the pill bottles and quickly worked the cap off, so that he could retrieve a single, little, pink pill. Intent on every move the man made, I drifted after my boss, so that I would always be close enough to catch even some small sleight of hand. "Just trying to figure out how you plan to pull off the most absurd magic trick of all time." "No magic trick, Billy," Mr. Johnston declared as he came back around to the same side of the desk as I was. Along the way, he held aloft the little pill he had in his hand. "All I'm going to do is swallow this and you'll see the rest." "Alright, well, you have your impossible pill, and I'm watching, so go ahead," I directed dismissively, waving a hand to get things moving along. "But when it doesn't work, I expect the truth out of you." Smirking confidently, my boss replied, "Oh, you'll definitely get the truth," before popping this pill into his mouth and swallowing. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. There was no magical thunderbolt or burst of smoke to herald some incredible change. All there was was an aging, out of shape man with a more than a few screws loo- "What the-?" I blurted in surprise. All of a sudden, nothing changing had become everything changing all at once. Mr. Johnston seemed to be shrinking into his clothes, losing the height and mass that filled them so that they were left hanging off of him. Other strange shadows and shapes started to appear within as well, but they weren't what drew my eye. Oddly, it wasn't the softening facial features and smoothing, darkening skin that did either. No, of all the changes going on at once, my focus lay on the man's head where I could see new hair, black and silken, sprout where he had long been bald. The hair he did have left seemed to stain itself to match and all of it grew and grew and grew. In the midst of his impossible transformation, my boss chuckled at my reaction, a throaty, masculine sound that seemed to shift into a feminine giggle right in the midst of his mirth. He even affected a feminine coquettishness to go with it, folding one arm in front of him while his other hand covered his mouth. At the same time, dark, almond- shaped eyes were forming, paired with an amused twinkle at my gaping. Then, as quickly as it had all began, the changes were done. All traces of Mr. Johnston had been wiped away except for his baggy suit. In his place was his 'niece' Gina, swimming in the oversized attire. That did nothing to diminish her beauty or the way her amusement twisted her full, pouty lips into a mischievous smirk. "Impressive. No?" a smooth, sultry, female voice passed through those lips. Standing there with my mouth hanging open, I found it hard to answer. Hell, it was hard to even blink. "It can't ... that's not ..." Another tittering giggle from Gina showed her amusement at my befuddlement as she glanced down at herself. "And yet, it certainly is, but perhaps it is a little hard to tell under this baggy mess," she remarked, only to lift her twinkling eyes back up to me. "Maybe I should take it all off. What do you think?" The cross between a stunning woman offering to get naked for me and the reality that it was actually my aging, male boss was ... mind melting. Everything sort of just ground to a halt between my ears. What possible response could I come up with to that? To anything of this? Silence seemed to work much like a yes, as the beautiful woman lifted her hands up to start slowly, teasingly tugging at her tie. "Yes, I think that will help extinguish any lingering doubts you might have about the medicine's ... effectiveness." That reminder of what had supposedly been the cause of this shocking transformation actually helped get my mind moving again. Well, it more jumped started it, causing me to spit out the first idea it managed to churn up. "There ... there's no medicine that can do this." Finishing undoing her tie, Gina let it fall to the ground as she started working on the buttons of her dress shirt, showing more and more dusky skin on the way down to two rounded shapes that had to be her tits. "Obviously, there is." "But ..." I tried to argue, except I had no arguments. There was simply too much evidence right in front of my face, and it was only growing. The swell of Gina's breasts appeared as she worked down the line of buttons, but they weren't entirely revealed. Most of their mass remained covered as she continued on past them, revealing trim stomach muscles and a cute belly button. Then, there were no more fasteners for her to deal with. "No, boobs," the woman corrected just before she pulled the shirt back to reveal exactly that. They weren't huge or anything, but they certainly weren't small either. To the contrary, they were the model ideal, just a bit more than a man could fit in his hands, and they had the pristine shape to match, lush, perky teardrops with pert, upturned nipples already stiffening tantalizingly in the air. "We'll get to the butt in a bit." That was pretty much the end of my doubt, but I didn't say anything to that effect. After all, if I had, the show might have stopped, and whether it was actually a guy in there are not, Little Billy would never have forgiven me for that. After all, he was enjoying the show - immensely. My lack of spoken response didn't seem to be an issue for Gina. Actually, she seemed to be enjoying the striptease as much as I was. At the very least, she was stepping up her game, adding to the seductive display by caressing her revealed upper body with her hands before finally guiding them to her belt. Fwip! That harness was out of the way, then discarded onto the floor. A moment later, the beautiful woman was slowly wiggling her way out of the ill-fitting slacks, taking any undergarments along for the ride. She didn't just stop there, though, she turned around, giving me a clear view as inch after inch of spectacular ass came into view. Then, the whole moon was on display as she dropped the trousers to the floor and stepped out of the pile. Holding her pose for a moment, Gina tossed a sultry smile back over her shoulder at me before, finally, turning back around. This was the last reveal. Between her legs, there was a smooth expanse, then the slight mound of a pristine-looking pussy surrounded by neatly trimmed hair. Clearly, she was all woman. "So ... your pants say you're a believer, but what's your head's opinion on the matter?" Gina commented, pointedly sweeping her gaze over both areas. "Is the medicine everything I said it was or not?" The reminder that I was currently rock hard for someone that was actually an old man did prompt a bit of embarrassment, at least enough for me to use my hands to cover my swollen ... interest. "It's uhm ..." I stammered out, struggling to find the right words. " It's very ... impressive." "Thanks," the gorgeous woman replied, taking that as a compliment of her beauty, which well ... it was. "I still don't understand how, though," I pointed out, even as my gaze swept over the considerable and delectable evidence that had been presented. "Medicine isn't even close to something like this." Gina shrugged nonchalantly. "Clearly, it is, but as to exactly how, Adam refuses to reveal his secret, and honestly, I don't even care to know anymore. I don't want anything to ruin my enjoyment of this." "Enjoyment?" I repeated back as a question. "You enjoy being a girl?" "Oh, yes, definitely," the beautiful woman answered without hesitation. "I don't think I'd choose to stay like this all the time, but there is no better vacation than spending a couple of days as a beautiful, young woman without a care in the world." "Huh ..." I muttered, not really having any argument to that. To the contrary, it seemed to make a lot of sense to me. A girl like Gina could just sort of float through life as she pleased, getting whatever or whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. "And when you're done with your ... vacation?" "I just take one of the blue pills and I'm back to being the same old Greg," the stunning woman explained. "I could show you now, but like I said, I don't want to waste a dose, so I intend to spend the weekend as Gina." "Oh ... right ..." I acknowledged, remembering there being a comment to that effect. Gina smiled with suggestive brightness. "But I don't have any particular plans for tonight, so if you'd like to pick my brain for a bit, I don't mind. I would prefer it, though, if you at least gave me a few minutes to get dressed, then we could talk over dinner." "Uhm ... yeah, okay, sure," I agreed even as I finally realizing that I'd been staring at a naked woman this whole time. That got me to quickly look away as I jabbed my thumb toward the door behind me. "I'll uhm ... be at my desk." Still smiling, the radiant woman promised, "I'll try not to keep you waiting too long." *********************************************** *********************************************** Step, step, step, my feet kept time as I paced back and forth, trying to wrap my head around what I had witnessed. Part of me was trying to find any excuse, no matter how ridiculous, to explain what had happened, drug-induced hallucination, illness, dream. I'd seen it with my own eyes, though, and I knew I wasn't sleeping, high, or delirious. It just seemed so- The sound of the office door opening pulled me from the endless roil of my thoughts even as it stopped me in my tracks and lifted my gaze. The next thing I did was just as involuntary, but for different reasons, and that was breathing out, "Wow ..." One might think that after seeing Mr. Johnston turn into Gina then perform a strip tease that I could not be impressed or surprised anymore, but such a person would be wrong. Seeing my transformed boss come out of her office was still shocking. Part of that was the lavender dress she wore with its plunging halter neckline that showed off her pert tits, the points of which were poking so prominently through the thin, diaphanous material that they could almost be seen clearly. From there, the garment clung to her curves like the caress of a passionate lover until the base of her slim hips. Then, one side of the skirt ended while the other side continued on to mid-thigh, creating a daring diagonal that showed off incredible legs and teased the idea of possibly seeing more if one watched closely enough. Giggling, the stunning woman smiled brightly. "I like this dress, too." "Yeah, it's uh ... " I began only to find it hard to put the sight before me into words. It took me one long beat just to come up with, "... something else." "Thanks," Gina accepted the compliment gratefully. "I can't believe you're wearing it, though," I prattled on even as I kept on staring at the impossible vision before me. "And heels and makeup, too." "Well, I don't want to brag, but I like to think that I'm quite attractive," Gina pointed out, cocking a hip to one side as she slid a hand along its curve. "It would be a shame to not show that off." At first, I just started to nod absently before the rational part of my brain caught up to the part powered by dick-reasoning. When it did, I quickly shook my head. "I mean, yes, you look ... but you're a guy! Isn't this all just a little ..." "Whatever I might usually be, right now, I'm a young woman, completely and utterly," Gina clarified as she took a couple steps toward me, hips swaying seductively. She left only a few inches of gap between us before she finally stopped to purr, "And trust me, you'll have a lot more fun tonight if you think the same way. Can you do that for me?" This time, nothing came along to wrench control back from Little Billy as I managed a dazed nod and mumbled, "Okay ..." "Good," Gina declared as a dazzling smile curled her lips. "Then, I hope you don't mind driving. I don't exactly have a license at the moment." "Oh, uhm, yeah, sure, I can drive," I agreed, but turning that into action was a different matter. I kept moving back and forth between patting my pockets to confirm that I had my keys and looking at the stunning woman before me. Tittering out a beautiful little laugh, Gina stepped forward to take one of her arms in mine before directing, "Then lead the way, handsome." I certainly wasn't going to refuse. *********************************************** *********************************************** "I just can't get over how ... feminine, you are," I remarked as I swept my gaze along the figure of the gorgeous woman sharing my table. There wasn't a single thing about Gina that might even hint at her true self. She sat, not just like a girl, but like a very sexy one who was trying to put those wiles to use. Her back was arched just enough to emphasize the spectacular, perky rack that was barely covered by her dress. In fact, a lot of it wasn't covered at all, a situation that she seemed both aware of and to be using to her advantage. She didn't stop there. The whole meal had been full of radiant smiles and playful smirks. She had even taken the seat next to me rather than across, but still angled her body toward me, so that I could not only enjoy the view of her chest up close, but also salivate over her incredible legs that were, naturally, crossed enticingly. Even the way she ate was part of the act, little bites, slowly eaten and always savored with even a few delighted little moans peppered into the conversation, especially once dessert had come. In the middle of a spoonful of that dessert, a rich, chocolate mousse, Gina did not hurry to answer. She just gracefully slid the utensil out of her mouth and smiled as she relished the flavor for a moment before finally swallowing to speak. "Would you prefer that I clomp about, hunched-shouldered and belching like some neanderthal?" "No!" I denied immediately and emphatically. "It's just ... did the medicine do something to your head, too, y'know to make you act like that?" "Do you mean did it teach me how to walk in heels and apply lipstick?" Gina asked with rhetorical facetiousness before giggling and shaking her head. "No. I won't say that I don't have a different ... perspective when I'm like this, but the shift is so subtle that I didn't notice it at all the first few times. It certainly didn't include any sort of new knowledge or skills. I had to learn how everything works just like any born woman has to. My wife helped a lot before she passed, but I've also just been doing this for a while. Practice makes perfect and all that." "Huh ..." I mumbled, finding that answer surprising and impressive, but also concerning all at once. After all, if the medicine weren't responsible, then it was harder to think of Gina and Mr. Johnston as different people, something I definitely wanted to do. Otherwise, Little Billy's near-constant attentiveness got very confusing. No, even if this was just some aspect of my boss's personality, it was a very distinct one. I just needed to keep it distinct in my head. Gina girl. Gina girl. Gina girl. While I tried to keep my heads in harmony, the stunning woman next to me indulged in another spoonful of her mousse. Her eyes were on me the entire time, though, intent, amused, and thoughtful. Then, that bite was finished with, and she set her spoon down with a declaration of, "Well, that was delicious, but I think I'm ready for something else." "Oh, uhm, I'll get the waiter," I offered, turning to search for the man in question. "Thanks, but just to get the check," Gina replied before I felt the delicate touch of her fingers on my arm. "What I want next is already right here." Instantly, my search was forgotten. My eyes shot wide even as they darted down toward the hand gripping my forearm then up at that hand's owner. If there was any chance that I could have misconstrued the meaning behind those words, it was lost when I saw the look on Gina's face, so thoroughly suggestive that it could not be mistaken. Somehow, I still felt the need to stammer out. "Y-Y-You ... with me?" as I pointed at the people in question. The desire in her eyes not fading in the slightest, Gina nodded. "Yes, if you're interested." "But I'm ... and your ..." I noted a problem with this plan. "A guy," Gina filled in one blank by pointing at me. Then, her finger swung back toward herself. "A girl. I think we'll complement each other quite nicely. Unless it's a problem for you, then, by all means, I won't make you." "No," I denied outright, only to immediately shift to uncertainty. "It's just ... it's not for you?" "Nope," Gina informed me before she leaned in to add conspiratorially, "You'd hardly be the first guy I've been with." That revelation left me blinking in surprise. "Really? But you were married!" "Yes, and I still prefer girls," Gina explained, tilting her head slightly. "But guys that are interested are much more plentiful and they ... have their uses. The question is, do you want to be useful?" There was really only one answer to that. Little Billy would never have forgiven me if I'd said anything besides a simple, "Yes," so that's what I said. "Then pay the check," Gina directed, her voice low and throaty. "Because I've been wanting to get you out of those clothes since I showed you what I look like without mine." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 05 "What a night ..." I muttered as I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Truly, that evening had been one of incredible events. The most recent of which was having just fucked the most beautiful woman that had ever agreed to enter my bed. Of course, she was - actually - an old man and my boss which only added to the incredulous nature of the event. A further addition to my currently overwhelmed state was just how amazing that coupling had been. Gina had been wild, seductive, talented, enduring, and probably a great many more complimentary words. With her lead, we'd gone for well over an hour, all starting with a mind-melting blowjob that I still couldn't believe that she'd been willing to give. Of course, I'd returned the favor later. Plus, I'd taken her through at least three, but I was pretty sure it was actually four, climaxes while getting three of my own in return. Keeping count hardly seemed important, though, because one thing was definitely clear. The night had been amazing. Now, I was thoroughly spent. My body wanted to sleep, but my mind was too busy to allow that. Part of that was the whole confusing quality of the bizarre pairing, but it was a small part. A much larger part was just angry that this wasn't the start of something more. Gina had been incredible in bed, but also fascinating at dinner. I had no doubt that she'd be the best girlfriend I'd ever had, except that wasn't what was going on here. Plus, that only added to my confusion. "You know, your parents are always talking about how you're such an irresponsible playboy, but I don't think that's a fair assessment at all," Gina remarked casually as she walked back into the room, one towel tied around her chest while she used another to pat at her long, wet hair. "You're certainly not irresponsible when it comes to fulfilling your side of things, and you've clearly learned some - very - valuable skills along the way." Having sat up to stare at the gorgeous woman from the moment she started talking, I nodded numbly, "Oh, uhm ... thanks. You were ... " Hearing me trail off, Gina stopped both walking and drying her hair. Instead, she turned her full focus on me, leveling a concerned look my way. "It's not going to be awkward come Monday is it?" "What? Oh ... no," I bumbled my way into a flustered denial before I managed to get my head straight enough to add, "Well, maybe a little. I did just fuck my boss's niece after all." Giggling, Gina nodded in agreement even as she remarked, "You sure did. Nearly fucked my brains right outta my head." At a loss for what exactly to do with that response, I just chuckled to fill what would otherwise be an awkward gap in the conversation. It was still a little awkward, just as my staring at the stunning woman was probably a little awkward, too. I couldn't help it, though. She was beautiful, and a whole different kind of sexy than earlier now that she was in nothing but a demurely wrapped towel. In fact, I was starting to think that maybe another go might be poss- The buzz of a phone dashed any plans that I might have been forming as Gina declared, "Oh! That must be my ride. Guess I need to hurry up." "You could stay, you know," I still tried to suggest regardless. Already in the midst of pulling on her clothes, Gina looked up at me just long enough to toss a bewitching grin my way. "Tempting, but I think I've had as much as I can handle for one night, and while things may not be too awkward with this, they would definitely start getting weird if we woke up in each other's arms." "Ah ... alright," I agreed with considerable reluctance, but also understanding. After all, the beautiful woman was right. This night was already bewildering enough. Finishing with her clothes, Gina snatched her purse off the dresser then turned to go. When she reached the door, she paused just long enough to twist around and blow a kiss my way. "Thanks for the incredible night, handsome." "Likewise," I replied. Then, Gina was gone, leaving me once again alone in the room with my thoughts. The first thing I did was flop back, thumping my head against the wall behind me. After that, I let out a long, weary, and more than a bit wistful sigh. "What a night ..." I repeated my earlier sentiment. That was all that I had time for before a couple knocks on the wall of my room were followed by Ollie asking, "Hey dude. You decent in there?" "Yep," I lied, lips twisting in a mischievous grin as I glanced down at my very naked and completely exposed body. Sure enough, my friend took that answer as permission to enter. Immediately, he froze as his hands shot up to block his eyes and he exclaimed, "Ack! Dude! That's not decent!" "I don't know. I think it's a pretty respectable size," I remarked. "He is a little tired right now, though." "Yeah, yeah, you've had your fun. Now cover up your dick, you lunatic," Ollie huffed, pointedly turning away. "Fine!" I sighed in sarcastic disappointment as I reached down to snatch a blanket and pull it up to my waist. "There. He's covered." Clearly not trusting me much, Ollie tilted his head and cracked a finger so he could just barely peek out at me. Only once he had confirmed I was covered did he drop his hand and turn back to face me fully. "God, you're such a child, you know that?" Chuckling, I shrugged off the insult. "And you're already a grouchy old man. Now, what do you want? Come to complain about the noise or are you tired of this rascally kid playing on your lawn." Ollie gave me an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Well, I was gonna offer some respect for landing such a fox, but clearly you deserve no respect. From anyone. Ever." "That's always been my dad's opinion, but you two always did get along," I joked with a laugh. "Yeah ..." Ollie acknowledged the attempt at comedy weakly even as he glanced back over his shoulder at the door. "How did you even manage it? I mean, that girl was like an eleven outta ten, and you're like a six at best." "Hey, first of all, I'm like an eight if not a nine," I corrected, and in my opinion, without much exaggeration. "And Gina's more like a hundred outta ten." "Well, clearly you're at best half-lucid, because that first part was insane," my roommate countered. "The second one, though ... I mean, damn ... You do a good enough job in here to see her again?" "Definitely," I answered with my usual confidence before the reality of the situation ruined my mood. "But I'm not expecting another shot anyway. She's only in town a couple of days." Immediately, Ollie was nodding in understanding. "Ah, so you were an away game. That explains why she was stooping so low." "You can keep digging at me if you want, dude, but you're just making yourself seem more jealous every time you do," I pointed out. "You're damn right I'm jealous, you lucky fucking bastard," my friend retorted. "And I have every right to be. There's no way you deserved to tap that." "And yet I did, and you didn't," I shot back, grinning wickedly. "Stings doesn't it." Wincing, Ollie clicked his tongue in frustration. "Like getting swarmed by bees." *********************************************** *********************************************** Plopping down on a chair, I took a long drag of my recently acquired beer. The fact that it was in a cheap, disposable, plastic cup was all anyone should need to know to tell that I was at a party. It was a pretty large party, too, sprawling all over the private beach from a game of volleyball being played over at one end to the table of party snacks, liquor bottles, and a keg on the other end. In between was a mess of people in swimsuits chatting each other up while music blared in the background. I was dressed to match, wearing just a pair of red swim trunks and some flip flops. I had not yet joined the crowd, though, lingering on the patio by the beach house at the fringe of the gathering. It was a good spot to just enjoy a beer and scope out what I was dealing with. Sweeping my gaze over the crowd, I had to praise whoever had been responsible for the invitations, because there was quite the selection - mostly college girls in skimpy bikinis. They'd probably just rounded up a couple of hot girl sororities, then mixed in a few other babes they knew to round it out. Certainly, a lot of the options out there were decidedly ... well-rounded. That one in the purple bikini over there was particularly impressive. Of course, I wasn't the first one to notice as she was already swarmed by guys trying to be the lucky one to land her for the evening. "Too much work," I muttered as I moved on. While that may have been true, I found pretty similar problems as I went down the line. All the top picks were being drowned with attention. Even the second tier was heavily occupied. If I wanted an 'easy' score, I'd have to delve into the third string, and even then, it probably wouldn't be easy. Anyone truly easy was likely already off fucking. Sighing in frustration, I took a long drink of my beer. You know what had been easy? Gina. Sure, I'd paid for dinner, drove, and put up an outstanding performance in the sack, but that was nothing compared to the effort most girls took. On the contrary, I'd mostly made an idiot of myself, staring and asking weird questions, then I'd ended up having the best sex of my life regardless. All it had taken was Gina wanting it to be so, and it had happened. Had I put up any shit tests? No. Had I demanded some memorable introduction? No. Had I made a gorgeous woman fight and struggle to convince me to sleep with her? Hell no! Once it had become clear what was wanted, it had happened. Simple as that. It was a moot point, though. I hadn't heard anything from Gina since she had left last night, and I didn't expect to. She was probably off fucking some other guy at that very moment, and why shouldn't she? It wasn't like anyone was gonna refuse someone like her. All she had to do was snap her fingers to get laid. "Hot girls have it so easy," I muttered, shaking my head. I, however, did not have it so easy, so if I wanted to get lucky tonight, I needed to start putting in the work. All that was left to do was decide how high I wanted to aim. So, I mused under my breath, "Well, there's no one here who's gonna compete with what I had last night, so this feels like an aim low sorta night," then started sweeping the crowd again, this time focusing on that lower tier to see who seemed like the best bang for my buck. "Well, look at that! You did finally show up!" I heard Ollie declare before I saw him reach the patio steps and start coming up toward me. "Of course!" I shot back as if that should have been obvious. "You think I'd skip a prime opportunity like this?" "Usually, no?" Ollie replied as he dropped into the chair next to mine. "But after you bailed on hanging out earlier, I was thinking maybe that Gina girl had gotten under your skin - or at least had worn you out for the weekend." "Nope!" I denied, drawing myself up proudly. "Unlike lesser men such as yourself, I have plenty of virility to go around." My friend cocked a skeptical eyebrow at my claim. "Yeah, right ... and have you decided who will have the dubious honor of your 'virility' next?" "No, I was actually scoping out candidates when you walked your ugly mug up here," I answered. "Well, I sure as hell ain't looking to be in the running," Olllie retorted. "Good, 'cause I'm outta your league anyway," I huffed, turning my nose up like some haughty bitch. My roommate snorted out a laugh at that. "Well, that's a relief." Chuckling, I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, so what about you? Manage to find yourself someone on your own or have you been hiding 'cause you're too scared of pretty girls." "Says the guy currently hiding out on the very edge of the party," Ollie pointed out. "I'm scouting!" I countered defensively. "This is the perfect position for it, elevated, good field of view, and away from obnoxious friends who might waste my time on useless chit chat." "Apparently not far enough away," Ollie joked with a smirk. Matching that expression, I shrugged. "I guess not, but now that you're here, I can put you to work." "Oh? I thought you were still scouting?" my wingman questioned. "I was, but only 'cause I thought I was gonna have to make an approach on my own. Since I've got you ..." I answered leadingly, adding a subtle point into the crowd. "Those two bottle blondes who are clearly more excited and slutty than they are bright or curvy." Following my gesture, Ollie twisted his face uncertainty. "Really? You wanna go from the hottest girl you've ever landed all the way down to those two?" "I mean, there's no one here that's gonna compete with Gina, anyway, so might as well take the easy score, right?" I explained. After considering that for a moment, my friend shrugged. "Okay. What's the play?" *********************************************** *********************************************** In the midst of my partner's wild and exhilarated gasps and moans, I grunted out my own, far tamer climax. Honestly, it wasn't just tamer, it was downright mediocre. Hell, I could probably have done better on my own and spared myself the effort of seducing and pleasing this slut. Of course, my conquest was still riding her moment as I pulled out and shoved myself off of her to flop onto my back. I'd wanted to go further than that, to just get up and go take a shower or whatever, but I was a little too spent. It hardly seemed fair. I'd done all the work, but she had basically gotten all of the reward. I laid there stewing for a few seconds before the slut - Beth, I think it was - finally came down enough to breath, "Wow ... that was incredible." "Thanks," I muttered bitterly, before shoving myself up to my feet regardless of how tired I felt. "I'm gonna hit the shower real quick. You need anything before I get in there?" "Nope, I feel very ... satisfied," Beth purred or at least she tried. She didn't really have the voice for it, too nasally and grating to create the sort of seductive notes that were required. At least, she didn't want anything from me. "Kay," I mumbled, then immediately ducked out of the room to escape any more pointless after-sex chatter. I wasn't a fan in general, but with this girl, the idea seemed especially awful - probably because she was just a palate cleanser. Now that I had her as a buffer, whoever came next wouldn't seem so awful in comparison to Gina. At least, I hoped that she wouldn't. Damn, I really needed to get that night out of my head. There was one problem with that plan. I didn't really want to. It had been one of the most incredible nights of my life, and not just because the sex had been fantastic. Seeing what that medicine could do, followed by just how completely different Gina was than Mr. Johnston, had been stunning in its own way. Gina had also been wonderful company, having made the night seem to fly by. Admittedly, some of that was the fact that I'd spent a lot of it dazed by both what the medicine could do and by her pristine beauty, but still. "She seemed to have a great night, too," I mused around the time the water had heated up to let me into the shower. Again, I wasn't just talking about the sex. Gina had just been so ... vibrant and ... alive, as if thrilled to even exist in that state. Thinking back, I felt like she even said something to that effect at some point - something about loving her 'vacations' as a beautiful young woman. "I mean, it would probably be fun," I reasoned, purely intellectually, of course. A woman like that was always the center of attention, and never left wanting for anything. All that was expected from her in return were a few flirty words and a chance to gaze upon her beauty. Outside of that, she could just float through life without a care. She wasn't even required to put out, although clearly, she could if she wanted to. She'd certainly enjoyed it too. I had the memories of her numerous 'raptures' to prove it. The rest of my shower was spent wondering what one of those raptures would be like. Girls sure made a big fuss when they came, so one would assume it was something pretty damn special. After all, I'd never heard about a guy screaming out in pleasure. Certainly, it didn't happen in porn. There, guys seemed to settle for a few simple grunts when they finished, nowhere close to the sort of fanfare that women went with. "Doing it with a guy, though ..." I muttered uncertainly. I still couldn't figure out how Gina had been able to enjoy that. Of course, it wasn't like a guy was strictly necessary for orgasms, and imaging Gina in some steamy lesbian thing was so hot. Maybe I could even be the meat in the sandwich? Fuck, that would be amazing. Fat chance of it ever happening, though. It was around that disappointing truth that I realized that I'd finished cleaning up the stickiness and sweat of sex. That meant it was time to return to the awful chick I'd left in my room. Well, I could have lingered for a bit, but she'd be out there waiting for me in the end. Either that or she'd get the idea to come join me. Normally, shower sex was an exciting prospect, but I was tired and this chick wasn't worth the hassle. "Should've done like Ollie and not even taken the bitch home," I muttered as I turned the water off and grabbed a towel. It was too late for that now, though. I'd taken the sex, so now I was stuck with the price. One thing was for sure, though, it hadn't been worth it. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 06 I was working. I was! Yes, I did glance off toward the elevator, but it was only occasionally. The only reason I was even doing that was so that I would know when Mr. Johnston had arrived. After all, my duties would change once he did. For the moment, though, I was completing another task that had been assigned to me previously. In truth, there was no need to get it done so quickly, but it couldn't hurt. Well, it could get even more work assigned to me, but if I could handle the load that wasn't an issue. It would just keep me busy for the day which seemed like a g- Spotting my boss with one of my glances, all those old thoughts were just dropped, replaced by new considerations. First amongst them was that Mr. Johnston was back to his old self, the out of shape, old, balding man. There was no hint of the gorgeous woman that I knew he had been over the weekend. After all, I'd watched the change. I'd been inside of her. Just thinking about it made it feel like a wild, fever dream but I knew that it hadn't been. In a way, that only made it crazier. "Good morning, Billy," my boss greeted in the exact same way he always did, gruff but chipper and with no hint of what had transpired between us. "Good morning, Mr. Johnston," I answered in turn, matching the feel of normalcy even if it didn't feel all that normal to me at the moment. Surreal was more like it. As usual, no more was said. My boss merely disappeared into his office. I watched the door for a moment as if expecting more, but once it didn't come, I fell into my usual routine as well. Noting the time, I returned to my previous work, pointedly not thinking about anything in the past, only the present. Those few minutes before I had to shift tasks again passed with considerable sluggishness but they did pass. Right on time, I popped up from my seat, made Mr. Johnston's morning drink, and gathered my documents. Then, I was off to the door with my typical perfect timing, sweeping inside without a knock. "Hot water with lemon, sir," I announced just as I always did, walking over to set the drink on my boss's desk. Again with perfect normalcy, Mr. Johnston let out an irritated sigh. "I hate hot water with lemon." "Would you like me to try adding lime instead, sir?" I offered jokingly. Lifting his attention from the glass, my boss narrowed his eyes at me. "No. You know I hate lime." "Ah, is that so? It must have slipped my mind," I kept up the charade, despite having known exactly that. After all, I knew the man quite well, or at least, I had thought I did before this last weekend. Chuckling, Mr. Johnston rolled his eyes at me as he reached out to pick up his drink, but he didn't take a sip from it. Instead, just before it reached his lips, he paused to ask, "What's on the docket today?" "Meetings, like usual," I answered, shifting my attention to my notes. "The most important of which is a lunch meeting you have about that partnership. Also, I should have your presentation for later this week ready pretty soon, so you'll have time to look it over and request changes." "Almost done already?" Mr. Johnston questioned in surprise. "Impressive." "Thank you, sir. I always aim to please," I gave my usual response to praise. Nodding, my boss finally took a drink of his lemon water. For all of his complaining, he didn't actually seem to mind it, even took a pretty considerable gulp before he set it down again. That was when his focus turned fully to me, and I realized that I'd been standing there not saying a word for several awkward seconds. "Was there something else, Billy?" Mr. Johnston inquired. In that question, I had a potential excuse for my behavior if I could just think of some other matter that needed to be brought to my boss's attention. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that. I had already addressed everything that I had intended to. To make things even worse, when I tried to remember other details about his schedule, all I could think about was the last time I had been in this office - the transformation and daring striptease that had followed it. Obviously, that was ... distracting to say the least. I had to say something, though ... "I uhm ... I was wondering if I could ask a question about something non-work related," I found myself answering. "Okay, hit me with it," Mr. Johnston replied, making a beckoning gesture with one hand. Well, now, I'd managed to hem myself in even further, and I still had to say something. The only question that came to mind, though, was, "What did it, uh ... feel like. Y'know ... actually going from ... one to the other." "Oh ... hmm ... " Mr. Johnston mumbled only to quickly shrug. "Okay, well, I guess you could say it's sort of like getting a full body massage in a sauna, except there's enough masseuses around to get every part of you all at once. That make any sense?" "Uhm ... yeah ... thanks," I responded, immediately turning to go. "Anyway, I'm gonna go get back to work." "Alright, just let me know when that presentation is ready for me to look it over," my boss directed. With a hasty nod, I agreed, "Will do," and hurried out. *********************************************** *********************************************** Staring down into my glass, I gave it a little twirl, watching the rich liquid within swirl about. Just as it was about to settle down, I lifted the container up and downed what was left of the drink in one gulp. The smooth burn of the liquor was nearly perfect, but it just didn't seem like enough. Maybe another one would be, though, so I set the empty glass down and waved at the bartender to get another. "Oh, hey look," Ollie remarked, jabbing me in the arm with his elbow. "Hottie down the bar, drinking alone, and looking like she had a bad day at work - pretty nice set of button poppers, too." Listening to the description, I lazily lifted my head to glance down the way. My friend had a good eye. The girl was hot, solid-enough rack, albeit not spectacular. She even looked just the right amount of vulnerable to make a mid-week, afterwork pick up possible. "Nice," I commented before turning back to my drink right as the bartender was filling the glass up again. "What's your play gonna be?" Ollie inquired, his attention still on the chick down the way. Taking a sip of my drink, I shrugged. "Wasn't planning to make one." That pulled my friend's gaze to me as he raised an eyebrow. "What? Seriously? You're gonna just let that go?" "So what if I am?" I retorted sharply. "What about you, huh? Spotter's got first dibs. Why aren't you going over there?" "Maybe I will!" Ollie shot back defiantly, but he was quick to back off lest he have to follow through on that. "I just thought you'd like the chance. She's clearly your type." Shrugging, I muttered, "Meh, not really." "Not really?!" Ollie exclaimed before counting off on his fingers. "She's hot, she's got nice tits, and she's an easy score. How is that not your type?" "My type has melons," I explained, cupping the air well in front of my chest. "She's got oranges, at best, and that's only if she's not wearing a padded bra." Lifting my glass up for another drink, I added a mutter of, "Fucking padded bras," before I tossed the rest of it back. Mmm, yeah, that was better. Meanwhile, my drinking buddy was not ready to let this go. "What are you talking about? I know you like 'em big, but you gave Gina a hundred out of ten score, and her tits weren't any bigger than this girl's." Waving the bartender over again, I shrugged. "Gotta look at the total package, bro. There's more to a girl than just tits." "More to a girl than just tits?" Ollie repeated back with abject disbelief. "You just said that was the reason she wasn't your type!" This time, I didn't bother with anything more than the shrug. I was far more interested in watching the bartender fill my glass. As soon as he was done, I eagerly scooped it up, not even bothering with a sip this time. I just gulped down the whole thing. Ahhh, that was the sweet spot. "Alright, what's with you, dude? You're going through drinks like they're candy. You're passing up golden opportunities," Ollie was right there and ready to demand as my glass touched the bar. "Is this 'cause Gina was only in town a few days? I mean, sure, who wouldn't want to get with her again, but you gotta count your blessings, man. You never woulda had a chance with a girl like her if not for that." Growing irritated, I turn to wag a finger at my friend. "First of all, I could totally get a girl like Gina no matter what. And secondly, the only reason I'm passing up that 'golden opportunity' is because I'm trying to get my scared little bitch of a friend to get off his coward ass and go make a move on the girl he spotted." Ollie reeled back a bit from that outburst, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Alright, jeez, I'll make a move on her." "Good," I grunted before turning back to wave for another drink. It seemed that I wasn't quite done being bothered, though, as Ollie leaned in to ask, "What do you think my play should be?" *********************************************** *********************************************** "Billy, do you know where the interview notes for those prospective hires went?" Mr. Johnston asked as he poked his head out of his office. While my fingers kept typing, I looked up to nod at my boss. "Yes, I have them." "Oh, good, can you bring them in here when you're free?" Mr. Johnston requested, jabbing his thumb back at his office. "Of course, sir. Two minutes," I agreed even as I swept my gaze back to my work, continuing on as if there had been no distraction whatsoever. In the background, I heard my boss say, "That works," before ducking back into his office. After finishing the paragraph I was on, I gave it a quick once over to make sure I hadn't made any mistakes while multitasking. It seemed to be good, so I left it at that, switching over to retrieve the required notes from a drawer. A combination of good organization and memory made them easy to locate. With the requested item in hand, I popped up from my desk to enter my boss's office, declaring, "Here they are, sir," along the way. "Ah, good, you can leave them right there," Mr. Johnston instructed, gesturing vaguely at an empty space on his desk while his eyes focused on his computer screen. "Yes, sir," I replied, moving forward to do exactly that. However, when I turned to slip back out of the office, my boss caught me with another question, "Actually, before you go, did I mention a favorite to you after we finished going through them?" Stopping, I turned back to nod and say, "Yes, sir. I included rankings in the notes based on the comments you made to me afterwards. I believe it was a Mr. Edlin that took the number one spot." "Ah, yeah, I remember him," Mr. Johnston remarked, picking up the notes to leaf through them. "Good guy, charming, quick on his feet, confident - but not arrogant. Y'know, kinda guy you can get a drink with." Honestly, that assessment was a pretty normal one for my boss. I'd heard him give ones like it numerous times while talking about prospective hires. It all sounded just a little different, though, now that I knew what he did for fun. Leaning back slightly, I offered an uncertain, "Sir?" "What?" Mr. Johnston questioned, looking from the notes. "You didn't like him?" "No ... it's just ..." I started to clarify, but quickly changed my mind and shook my head. "Nevermind." "No, no, tell me," Mr. Johnston insisted, flipping through the notes again. "Did you like one of the other ones better? Is that it?" Seeing an out there, I took it. "Yeah, I think I give number two a slight edge personally, but I know better than to second guess your judgement. It got me this job.." Chuckling, my boss tilted his head to one side. "Well, I can't really take credit for that one. My gut said run away, but your dad called in a favor, so I was stuck with you." "I know. He guilts me with that story every Christmas, right before asking me why I'm still fetching your coffee rather than making something of myself," I remarked. "God, if only you actually would get me some coffee ..." Mr. Johnston sighed wistfully. "Sorry, sir, but I just can't do that," I sighed as if legitimately disappointed. "If I did, you might promote me, and then how would I disappoint my old man?" Snickering at the joke, my boss shrugged. "I'm sure you'd find another way." "Probably," I agreed with a smirk. "Anyway ..." Mr. Johnston segued once his mirth had died out. "That's enough chit chat. Time to get back to work." "Yes, sir," I replied, turning to leave. While I did exactly that, I did glance back along the way, catching a brief look of my boss as he perused the notes. I couldn't help but wonder if he was perusing for more than just new employees. After all, Gina had not had any issue with bedding me. How many others around the office had she gotten involved with after being scoped out by her alter ego? *********************************************** *********************************************** "Yeah! Suck it! Take your bat and get back to the dugout!" Ollie shouted out as a called third strike sent the opposing team's grumbling slugger stomping back to his team. Given how close we were, you could see the barely restrained rage on the player's face, which normally would have made taunting him all the sweeter, but I wasn't doing so. I wasn't really paying attention to the shouts of the friend next to me, either, nor the other guys further down the line we'd gone to the game with. No, even the game itself wasn't holding much of my attention despite being a close one. I just had other things on my mind. "Alright! One more!" Ollie added, coming down from the exhilarating moment. He added a couple claps of his hands before slumping back in his seat to wait for the next guy to take the plate. That didn't mean he went quiet, though. To the contrary, he immediately turned to me to comment, "What a game, huh?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, real squeaker," I agreed, but with nowhere near the match of my friend's enthusiasm. "Should be able to close it out if we hold the lead into the ninth." "Yeah, Alvarez has been untouchable this year," Ollie concurred before taking a quick sip of his beer. He barely had time to swallow it before he leaned forward to start shouting once again, "I don't know why you're even bothering, loser! You've already struck out twice! Might as well just take a third and sit back down!" For a moment, my buddy's aggressiveness curled my lips into a smirk. He was a pretty reserved and cautious guy normally, but put him at a ballgame and he turned into one of the loudest and most obnoxious fans in the whole place. It was a source of endless amusement to our friends, several of whom were laughing and tossing insults of their own, driven on by Ollie's enthusiasm. Usually, I would be, too - but not today. Smirk fading away, I took a drink of my own beer. It didn't help much. It just didn't have the punch required. Of course, I could have just drunk a lot more, but ballpark beer was expensive, and often a pain to acquire. It wasn't like a bar where there was always a guy a couple of feet away that I could wave down for another round. Well, sometimes there was, but the stuff they served was often warm - yuck. Once that drink was done, I settled my gaze on the next batter, ostensibly watching the battle between him and the pitcher. In my head, though, I was somewhere else entirely. I was thinking about my time with Gina, not just the wild sort of date over the weekend, but the times I'd met her previously. There hadn't been many. Back before I knew who she really was, I'd been asked by Mr. Johnston to help her out with anything she asked for, if she ever called. A few times, I'd gotten tickets, invitations, or the like for her. One time, I'd paid a tab for her, and drove her home. Once I'd tracked her down at a concert in the middle of what had clearly been a crazy trip. While I didn't always see them, I was pretty sure that she'd been with guys every time, typically handsome, well-off types in their early thirties. Those were just the times that the stunning woman had needed something from me, too. How many times had my boss brought Gina out without me even knowing? Judging by the number of pills in the bag and the frequency of Mr. Cartwright's visit, it had to be a lot. My boss must have a ton of fun as Gina for him to keep at it so often for so long. "Yeah! Told you, you shoulda just sat right back down, ya loser!" Ollie exclaimed, blasting out his taunt so loudly that it was actually hard for me to hear the rest of the stadium cheering as the batter was rung up on strikes, bringing the inning to a close. Rather than slump back in his chair when he was done, though, he smacked me on the arm and stood up. "Hey, I'm gonna get another beer. You want one?" Glancing over at the beer I had, I found it still half full, but that didn't stop me from answering, "Definitely." After all, I could easily chug it before the other guy got back. Actually, I didn't see any reason to wait, so I just scooped up the cup and gulped it down. After that, though, I was right back to my previous musings as I waited for the new beer to arrive. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 07 Back and forth I went between glancing at the clock on my computer screen and the mostly empty office around me. At an irregular interval, I added a tap of my hand on my thighs. They were idle, after all, my work for the week having been completed for some time now. Well, the work my job required of me anyway. There was one last task that I planned to undertake before going home. I just needed to stop acting like Ollie, man up, and get it done. Oddly, it was thinking of my friend's cowardice in situations like this that, finally, fired me up and got me to rise from my chair. "It's just like asking out anyone else. The most important part is just getting the question out there," I muttered under my breath, adding a confident nod to further solidify that fact in my mind. Then, I was off toward the door to my boss's office, giving it a few quick knocks once I arrived. "Come in!" came Mr. Johnston's reply from within. Even fully committed to what I was going to do, I still hesitated for a moment to take a deep, steadying breath. Only then did I pull the door open and step inside, making sure the way closed behind me. Within, I found my boss behind his desk, clearly still in the midst of some last minute work before he called it quits for the day. Pausing in his task, Mr. Johnston turned my way and furrowed his brow. "Kinda late for you to still be here on a Friday, isn't it, Billy?" "I had something extra to take care of," I answered, only to silently curse myself for being so vague. "Ah," Mr. Johnston acknowledged, face relaxing into a smile. "Well then, tell me what you need, so we can get you out of here." "Well ... it's not something ..." I began in a wavering, bashful manner that I found even more infuriating than my last answer. I wasn't some middle school idiot asking out a girl for the first time. I had plenty of experience with this, so I needed to just stop being a little bitch and get to the point. To that end, I drew myself up to speak with clear confidence, "I was wondering if you'd like to get dinner with me." Only after I had said that, did I remember that there was one little difference between this invitation and all the ones I had given to girls over the years, forcing me to add a hurried, "As Gina I mean." All of my experience may not have counted for much in getting that question out, but it did make it easy to tell what the answer was going to be before Mr. Johnston so much as gave a syllable in response. It was obvious in the way his features moved, the apology in his eyes, the contrite and slightly patronizing bent in his smile. I may not have been used to seeing that expression on the face of an old man, but I knew what it meant. "Look, kid, I get it. I had fun, too, and I realize Gina's that next level kind of girl you don't want to let get away," Mr. Johnston began, building toward an inevitable turn, "but." There it was. "She's not real. She's merely a mirage that exists for these little bits of time here and there, and she's just as unattainable as one." "I know that," I declared, just as I knew it was pointless to try to salvage this situation. I still tried anyway. "That doesn't mean we can't have fun for those little bits of time here and there." Skepticism took over the older man's face, leading into him shaking his head. "That's a terrible idea, but I suppose this is my fault. I should have known better than to spend the night with you when you knew who I really was. It's just ... the only other person I've ever really talked to about Gina, well beyond Adam, was my late wife, and obviously it wasn't an issue if we ... " Sighing heavily, he shook his head again. "Anyway, I'm sorry, but I think it's best if we both just forget what happened last weekend." "Hey. There's no need for that, I'm not some lovestruck loser pining after my first crush or something," I retorted defensively. "I just thought that last time was fun, maybe next time would be, too. That's all." "There can't be a next time, Billy," Mr. Johnston stated definitely. "Fine! Not a problem!" I declared emphatically. "I'll just drop by the bar and pick up someone else then - no big deal." For a brief little instant, my boss just looked at me before nodding. "Alright. Good luck with that." "Thanks," I declared, turning to go before tossing back over my shoulder, "Not that I'm gonna need it." *********************************************** *********************************************** Tossing my head back, I felt the entire double that I'd ordered burn its way down my throat before I slammed the empty glass down on the bar. Using the back of my free hand to wipe any dribble from my mouth, I let out a quick little, "Ahh. Just what I needed." "Rough day at work?" Ollie inquired from where he sat beside me with a barely touched beer before him. "Nope, I'm fueling up," I explained, gesturing toward the bartender for another before I turned to my friend. "That slut from the beach party was fine for a cleanser, but I'm done slumming it. Tonight, we're going top shelf." "Okay, might be a little tough, though," Ollie remarked, glancing at the fairly crowded bar around us. "Not looking like a top shelf kinda night, if you catch my drift." I did catch the other man's drift, and when I gave the crowd a once over of my own, I had to admit that he had the right of it. There wasn't much in the way premium options to be found. In fact, I didn't see any, but I didn't let that discourage me. "Meh, whatever. It's still just the after work crowd. Girls take a while to get ready before they go out," I replied, shrugging off the situation. "Give it an hour or two, and this place will be packed with hotties." My wingman didn't seem super confident about that claim, but he was never super confident about anything. What mattered was that he nodded in agreement, then asked, "Alright, what do we do until then? Just drink?" Sighing wearily, I gave my head a condescending shake. "How can you have been my wingman for this long and still learned so little." "Maybe 'cause you're an idiot who doesn't know anything worth learning?" Ollie quipped, lips curling into a smirk. "If anyone is lacking in brain power here, my good friend, it's you, and there's nothing more worthwhile to learn than the art of the game," I retorted, adding a mysterious twist to the last few words. "Really? How about, I don't know, heart surgery?" Ollie questioned sarcastically. "Saving lives has to be more important than getting laid." "Nay, I say!" I denied outright, sharply cutting my hand across in front of me for emphasis. "Becoming a surgeon is nothing more than another way to step up your game." My friend's brow twisted incredulously at that claim. "Nay? Really? Is this a religion now? The cult of the sex addict?" "Silence blasphemer!" I decried, keeping up the act. "Lest ye be consigned to the ranks of the involuntarily celibate!" Snorting out a laugh, Ollie shook his head. "Well, I do plenty fine on my own, but please, o great one, impart your wisdom unto me. What are we supposed to do while we wait for greater bounty to present itself before us?" "Backups," I answered with direct simplicity. "We start working on potential fall back options in case we can't land anything better." "Okay, despite the ridiculous theatrics, I guess that makes sense," Ollie begrudgingly acknowledged my wisdom. "Despite them or because of them?" I asked as if it were some pointed observation. Ollie's reaction was a perfectly deadpan, "No, definitely despite them." "Whatever," I relented, chuckling as I shrugged off that final dig and turned my attention to the crowd around us. "So, my friend, what looks good to you tonight?" *********************************************** *********************************************** "Yeah, no ..." my latest attempt at a hookup refused, adding a dismissive wave of her hand as if to shoo me away like some sort of nuisance. "Not interested." "Whatever," I huffed as I spun around, adding a muttered, "Bitch," before I walked off more to put distance between me and the rejection than because I had anywhere else to go. Luck had not been on my side so far that night. I'd been striking out like crazy on my openers, and even when I got past that point, I'd found myself consistently unable to hold onto the opportunity. It didn't seem to matter who my target was. I'd struck out with the true hotties. I'd stuck out with the second tier. I'd even tried taking the easy route once and going after a girl that was notably below my current standards, and I'd still gotten a no from her. To make this night full of failure even worse, my one success had been not for my own sake, but for Ollie's. I could see him over in one of the booths talking to the chick he'd secured, and that was definitely the right word for it. There was no way those two weren't going home together that night. Hell, I found it hard to believe that they hadn't already gone and done exactly that. It was probably just Ollie being too much of a pussy to go ahead and seal the deal already. Even as I shook my head at my friend's complete lack of balls, I shoved him from my thoughts. After all, he was set for the night. I was the one that needed to find someone, and another rejection wasn't going to keep me from doing so. I just needed to try again, preferably, this time, with someone who wasn't a total ice queen like the last one. "And while I search, a drink," I muttered to myself, the words getting lost in the noise of the bar. Their intent held strong, though, guiding me back to the bar where I plopped onto an empty stool and tossed a wave at the bartender. While I waited for that guy to get around to serving me, I scanned the room, searching for my next quarry. By that point, though, my options were frustratingly limited. The late hour meant that there hadn't been many new arrivals for some time, while most of those already there were either not up to my standards for the night, were busy being chatted up by some other asshole, or had already rejected me. "Gonna be tough," I assessed just before the arrival of the bartender turned my attention back to my glass. The guy barely had time to finish filling it before I scooped it up, with a curt, "Thanks bro," and downed it all in one big gulp. After that, I was right back to scoping out the room for potential targets. In spite of the extra booze to blur my perceptions, my options weren't looking any better. It seemed like my only choices were to go home alone or lower my standards. Obviously, I went with the latter. Yes, that meant it wasn't going to be a top tier night for me, but it wasn't my fault or anything. I'd brought some of my best stuff. Sadly, sometimes, there was just a glut of stuck-up bitches. Only thing to do with that was just push past it. Besides, basically any girl would be better than the last slut I'd been with. "Like her," I mused, setting my sights on a particular specimen. She was a bit of a butter face, but she had enough elsewhere to distract from that. Plus, I did like redheads, even when that color came from a bottle, which this girl's cherry locks clearly did. Having found my prey, I stood back up to gather myself for the coming hunt. At the same time, I ran through and rejected several different opening plays, before finally settling on one that I thought would work. Then, I was off, confident that, this time, I was going to succeed. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I heard the moans repeat over and over again, each one like another pinch of salt tossed in the wound. "Ugh! I get it! Ollie's not a complete loser!" I groaned as I rolled over onto my side and fished about on my nightstand in search of my phone and earbuds. That proved too slow and frustrating in the dark, though. After a few seconds, I ended up growling and flipping on the lamp to see what I was doing. A few moments later, I had music blaring into my ears to drown out the sounds of my friend's much more successful night than my own. The song might have covered over all other sounds, but it could do little about my memory of them. Not that I wasn't happy for the guy. I was! It was just frustrating to know that I had failed when that game- less coward had succeeded. He hadn't even wanted to hit on that girl! I'd made him do it. I'd come up with the plan. Hell, I'd done most of the talking at first, entertaining both her and her horrible friend until things were finally comfortable enough for Ollie to manage on his own. Yet, here I was, lying in my bed alone while he was fucking some chick's brains out. Deciding music alone just wouldn't be enough, I added a few furious pounds of my fist against the mattress beneath me. Surprisingly, that actually did help some. It didn't calm me down enough for sleep or anything, but it got me to the point where I no longer felt the urge to go beat Ollie's face into mush. Left with nothing to do but stew in my irritation, I let out a sigh and stared up at the dark ceiling of my room. "I never should've tried for another night with Gina," I muttered, shaking my head. That was where it had all started going wrong. Everything after that had been off, skewed by the rejection. That was so stupid, though. After all, I knew who Gina really was, that there wasn't any possibility for anything more there. I'd said as much to Ollie the very night that I'd slept with her. Letting something like that bother me at all, much less throw my game off so badly was such a rookie mistake, and yet, that was exactly what I'd done. All night, I'd been trying too hard and pushing too far. It was no surprise that I'd gotten nowhere with anyone. Fuck, if I'd been watching a friend act like that I would've knocked some sense into his dumb ass, but since I was the dumbass in this case, I just went along with undermining myself like an idiot. Of course, it was stupid that acting that way was self-defeating in the first place. Why were girls only interested in guys that acted like they weren't interested? It made no fucking sense. Shouldn't it be a good thing for the guy to be eager and trying hard? Not only was it complimentary, but it was also far more honest. After all, even when a guy plays aloof, it's obviously an act. If he wasn't interested, he wouldn't be over there chatting the girl up. "And it's always the guy that makes the first move. Bitches just sit there, demanding we do all the work," I grumbled, thinking about all the effort I had put into approaches only to get nothing but a curt refusal in response from some stuck-up cunt. If they're gonna be so damn picky they should just make the first fucking move. It would save everyone a bunch of fucking time, but no, they're too fucking entitled and selfish for that. It just wouldn't do if the guy didn't do all the fucking work. Fuck that. "If I was a girl, I'd do it right," I spat into the night. Any guy that put forth an effort would be good enough for me, and if I really wanted someone, I'd just go get them myself - easy, simple, logical, not batshit crazy like most girls. After all, sex was fun for them, too, even if they liked to pretend like it wasn't. Hell, they probably enjoyed it more. They certainly seemed to make enough racket about it, and just like always, it was the guy that had to do all the work. All they had to do was lie there and look and feel good. It was easy. Not that there wasn't stuff that they could do to make it even better. Gina had certainly ... An idea caught in my mind as my thoughts brought up Gina. After all, that particular stunning woman wasn't really a girl. She might look and act the part, but it was really my old man of a boss. All that it had taken to make the switch was one little pill. "I wonder if he's still keeping them in his desk drawer?" I mused as a plan started to formulate. One little pill, and I'd be able to get as much sex as I wanted with just a snap of my fingers. "With guys, though," I noted an issue with my plan. It clearly hadn't been an issue for Gina, but my boss had said that wasn't because of the pill. Maybe, he was just one of those 'curious' types? I, on the other hand, have never been that kinda guy. It wasn't that I had anything against that sort of thing, but I liked girls, and I'd never been tempted to stray from that preference. That said, it wasn't like I couldn't enjoy a body like that without riding some dude's cock. Chicks could maturbate, too, and I'd basically have unlimited access to hands on porn while I was at it. That would definitely be fun. Plus, maybe I could secure a little girl on girl time. I didn't know any lesbians, personally, but that might not be such a problem. After all, I did have a roommate. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 08 While I had a bowl of cereal on the counter before me to draw my attention, I wasn't looking at it at the moment. No, even the spoonful that I'd been bringing up to my mouth was forgotten. Instead, I watched as the chick that Ollie had brought home with him the previous evening macked on the dude with pretty clear affection. My roommate had managed to do pretty well for himself. This girl wasn't some smoking hottie, but she was very cute, with a trim gymnast-like body. The complete lack of tits would've been a deal breaker for me, but Ollie was more flexible in his pursuits than I was. He just wanted the girl to have something spectacular, and even I could admit that this particular one had a truly outstanding ass. In fact, I was staring at it right then, wondering if maybe I could've made an exception to my 'B- cup minimum' policy. "You're gonna call me later right?" my friend's most recent success purred once their lips finally broke contact. "You bet," Ollie promised. "And I mean later tonight, not like three days from now or some other bullshit," the cutie double-checked. Grinning, my friend gave the girl another quick peck on the lips before saying. "It won't be easy, but I'll try to wait that long." Laughing lightly, the girl nodded and slipped out the man's grasp. "Good. Talk to you tonight then." "Talk to you then," Ollie answered back. Then, after a couple of quick waves, the chick was gone, the door to our apartment swinging closed behind her. "So, seems you two had a good night," I mused, smirking as I finally shoved my dangling spoonful of cereal into my mouth. With the dopey wistful grin of a man who had it bad, Ollie turned to me and immediately started gushing. "Yeah, it was great. We clicked like that." He snapped his fingers for emphasis. "Plus she's smart, fun, cute, and we even meshed well in the bedroom." "And you'll just look so cute in your matching wedding dresses," I teased, affecting an effeminate manner, complete with clutching my hands together and tilting my head to the side. Ollie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Nothing wrong with being interested in a girl beyond a one night stand. Even you've had long term girlfriends before." "And it's only due to a great deal of luck that I'm still standing here to tell the tale," I countered glibly. "Remember when Beth brained me with that lamp?" "Yes, I remember you being dumb enough to cheat on your girlfriend the same night she was supposed to come over for a date," Ollie was quick to point out. "I think I can manage to avoid that mistake." "Yet another danger of long term relationships, not getting strange when the chance presents itself," I argued, shaking my head glumly. "Hardly seems worth it." Chuckling, Ollie rolled his eyes again. "Right ... well, I think I'm gonna call her anyway, so you can just sit there being a jealous, little bitch if you want." "Fine! Call her!" I huffed in an exaggeratedly condescending manner. "Just don't make any plans for next weekend." "What? Why?" Ollie questioned, brow furrowing in confusion. "What's going on next weekend?" "My boss is leaving for his annual vacation, so I'm off for two weeks," I explained. "Ugh ... I hate it when your boss goes on vacation," Ollie groaned, rubbing at his temples in frustration. "You always spend the whole time wasted and trash the apartment." "It's a time-honored tradition," I replied. "And I'm not gonna let you ruin it just 'cause you got a new girl. At least that first weekend, your wingmanning for me." Letting out a weary sigh, Ollie shrugged in defeat. "Fine, but just that first weekend. Understand? After that, you're on your own." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Alright, I'll get in touch with Mr. Hawthorne and see if we can't push your meeting with him back until Thursday," I repeated the instruction back as I made a note of it on my pad. "Will Friday work if he can't do Thursday?" "Yes, as long as I'll have plenty of time to make my flight," Mr. Johnston answered agreeable. Nodding, I made another note, followed by another question. "And you're going straight from here to the airport, correct?" "That was the plan, yeah," my boss confirmed. After one final note, I looked up and gave another quick nod. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." "Thanks, Billy," Mr. Johnston replied as he looked around the surface of his desk as if in search of something. "Welp, I think that was everything I had. Was there anything else on your end?" "No, I don't-" I started to answer as I checked over my notes, only to remember that I had one last thing that wasn't written down because it wasn't for work. "Actually, yes, I was wondering if anyone could use those pills of yours to turn into a woman." The shift in topic earned a look of a surprise from my boss as he mumbled, "Uhm ... yeah," quickly followed by his eyes narrowing. "Why do you ask?" "I was thinking about giving it a try," I revealed as if it was something as mundane as trying a new restaurant for dinner. "Oh ... " Mr. Johnston in that way that made it clear that he didn't approve, even before he added, "I don't think that's a good idea, kid." "Why not? You seemed to enjoy it," I pointed out. "Is there some kind of terrible side effect I don't know about?" My boss shook his head. "No, it's not anything like that." "Well then, why shouldn't I try it?" I pressed. "Cost," came my boss's very blunt response. "No offense, but I know what you make, and I know how much a dose of this stuff is. It's not like bumming a cigarette." Furrowing my brow, I tilted my head to look at the other man out of the corner of my eyes. "How much could one dose possibly cost?" "Seventy-five hundred dollars," Mr. Johnston supplied even more bluntly than his previous claim. A low whistle escaped my lips as I leaned away from the exorbitant price. "Seventy-five hundred dollars for one pill?" "Well, it's two pills, one to change, the other to change back, but yeah, that's the price," Mr. Johnston confirmed. "Adam won't bother with lots of less than ten either." "Lots of ten?" I questioned, stunned by the sum of money that would require. Mr. Johnston nodded seriously. "Yep, seventy-five thousand dollars minimum, and that assumes that Adam is willing to deal with you at all. He's very picky about his clientele." "Well ... damn ..." I cursed with a shake of my head. It was pretty clear that this was out of my price range. I wasn't exactly making big money, and what I did make I didn't save. Hell, I didn't even have enough cash in my bank account to reimburse my boss for a single dose, and it was pretty clear that he wasn't interested in letting a round go for nothing. I couldn't blame him for that, not when one go costs that much. "Sorry kid," Mr. Johnston apologized, seeming legitimately regretful. "I mean, I could talk to Adam and see if he's willing to work something out with you, but I wouldn't expect much." "Nah, that's alright," I told him, waving off the offer with a hand as I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "Satisfying my curiosity ain't worth that much to me." "Yeah, good. That's probably for the best," Mr. Johnston rattled off in vague reply. "Anyway ..." I segued, jabbing a thumb back over my shoulder. "Thanks for letting me know, but I should get back to work." "Ah, right, yes. We should do that," Mr. Johnston rambled out. "Talk to you later." Smirking, I offered a quick, "Talk to you later," before I turned around and left the office behind. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Alright, I'm off to that meeting. Be back in about an hour," Mr. Johnston declared as he came out of his office. Looking up from my work, I asked, "Did you remember all the materials you wanted to bring?" "Got 'em right here," Mr. Johnston declared, lifting the briefcase he held in one hand to tap it with the other. "And I double-checked to make sure I got it all." "Alright, then good luck," I offered. "Shouldn't need it but thanks," Mr. Johnston replied, before turning to start off. Immediately, I returned to my work, or at least, I pretended to. In reality, I was just waiting for my boss to leave. I even checked his progress a few times before he got out of sight. Then, the focus of my gaze shifted toward his office door. "Am I really going to do this?" I asked myself under my breath. I'd worked for Mr. Johston for many years, and he'd pretty much been a great boss the whole time. Unlike a lot of my colleagues, he wasn't insanely demanding of my time with long days and random calls at odd hours. That was good, because I would have undoubtedly quit if that had been the case. He was also pretty generous with time off, bonuses, and the like. He even remembered my birthday every year. However, in spite of all of that, I was planning to steal from the old man. He was leaving straight for the airport after work today, so he had brought his luggage into his office that morning. Inside of that, I was all but certain I would find the incredibly expensive pills that had dominated my thoughts for the last week. After all, I couldn't imagine him jetting off to some beach somewhere and not spending at least some of the time as Gina. It was only going to be a couple of pills. Yes, that represented an absurd fifteen thousand dollars, but that wasn't much for someone as rich as my boss was. Besides, there was almost no chance he would even notice they were missing. Meanwhile, I would get to experience something I was pretty sure was going to be awesome. Hell, it might even be so good that I would finally decide to make something of myself like my father wanted just to be able to pay for it. "I can't pass this up," I told myself. While my mind was made up, I didn't move right away. After all, I had plenty of time, and I didn't want Mr. Johnston to come back because he forgot something only to find me in the middle of digging through his luggage. Instead, I endured an insufferable wait before I finally rose from my chair and with utmost casualness entered my boss's office. "Alright, where did you put - " I began to ask as my gaze swept the room for the old man's luggage. It wasn't hard to find. "-Ah ha!" I declared before hurrying over to get started. There were a handful of bags in total, so I was in for a fairly significant search. Fortunately, I immediately found evidence that my guess had been spot on. At least, I was pretty sure that Mr. Johnston planned to be Gina when he wore all the skimpy bikinis he had packed. Of course, even with that encouragement, it was a slow process. I couldn't just tear the bags apart in my search because they needed to not only be repacked by my boss's return, but in a manner similar enough to the one he'd used so he wouldn't notice. As such, it was a slow process to shift through the bags in search of the pills, but in the end, I found what I was looking for. After that, I took a couple from each bottle, packed it all up like I had found it, and returned to my desk to endure the long wait until that evening when I would be able to use what I'd taken. *********************************************** *********************************************** I had seen Ollie skeptical, incredulous, confused, and worried, but never had I seen so much of all of those things on the man's face at once. "You want to take magic pills that will somehow turn us into beautiful women?" "That is the gist of it, yes," I confirmed with utmost confidence. "Right ... " Ollie muttered at my claim. "Look, I get it. I didn't believe it either when I was told that," I was quick to say. "But then I saw Mr. Johnston transform into Gina right in front of me." My friend leaned back a bit at that information. "Gina? That smoking hot babe you slept with was your boss?" "Yes!" I insisted emphatically. "Huh ... well, you know what this sounds like to me?" Ollie remarked, giving me a knowing smirk. "It sounds like you've already had some magic pills tonight, haven't you?" "Ha ... ha ... " I breathed sarcastically, actually saying the words rather than actually laughing. "Oh, come on, man, magic pills that can turn an old man into one of the hottest girls I've ever seen?" Ollie questioned incredulously. "You've gotta be on something right now." Grunting in frustration, I waved off that argument. "Whatever! You don't need to believe me," I declared as I started unbuttoning my shirt. "I can just show you." "Uh ... what are you doing now, buddy?" Ollie inquired as he tossed me an uncertain look. Finishing with the string of buttons, I quickly pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside along with the undershirt underneath it. "Last time, I didn't get to see much because the person's clothes were in the way." Moving my hands down, I started on the fly of my pants. "That's not gonna be a problem this time." "Whoa! Whoa!" Ollie blurted as his hands shot up to block his vision of my crotch. "Pants are not optional in the apartment, even when you're high." "Don't worry. I'll keep my boxers on," I promised as I shucked my pants and stepped out of the puddle they made on the floor. Then, I reached out to swipe one of the pink pills that I'd left lying on the counter beside me to hold it up in front of my friend. "Alright, watch carefully," I instructed before I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed. A beat passed in silence, just long enough for Ollie to start to give up on watching me closely to start saying, "I don't see-" In the midst of my friend's words, I felt a heat blossom in my belly and spread out all over my body. It was that perfect kind of warmth on the very edge of hot, like soaking in a hot tub. It even felt like there were massaging jets to go along with it, caressing every inch of skin, kneading every muscle, penetrating so deep that it almost felt like- My body moved. No, it didn't just move, it shifted. One moment, it was shaped one way, the next a different way, and it didn't stop there. Instantly, I went from feeling a little lost in the haze that the medicine induced to jerking my gaze down to my body - a body that was still changing. I could see it morphing and twisting right there in front of me. Tight, hard muscles that had taken me years of gym time to perfect seemed to just melt away, getting softer and smaller with a pace that should have been alarming. Honestly, I barely noticed, though, just as it hardly registered that my perspective was dipping closer to the ground. No, my gaze was locked on my chest which was somehow both expanding and contracting at the same time. That was to say, its width was contracting as my ribcage seemed to collapse in on itself to a state of startling slimness. In terms of depth, however, there was expansion. When I first looked down, it was to find a pair of puffy nipples and soft looking pecs, but as I watched, all of that changed. Muscle was exchanged for more pliable flesh as twin peaks began to build up more and more. Unable to tolerate just watching anymore, my hands shot up to grasp those swelling mounds - hands that seemed smaller and slimmer than I remembered. Whatever. These new tits, and that's definitely what they were - I knew the feel anywhere - were far more important at the moment. They were already big enough to fill my hands, as big as Gina's had been, but they weren't done growing. On the contrary, they seemed to surge at my touch, bursting out from my chest as if they were in a hurry to get somewhere. All they managed to get was bigger - a lot bigger. By the time I felt the heat and shifting sensations fade, I was holding onto a pair of melons that were, well ... too big to really hold onto. They were certainly far too big for my hands and more comparable in size to my head. All of that volume was delightful soft and yielding, too, practically begging to be squeezed, and paired with a palpable, weighty heft that felt incredible. God, I had never even come close to touching tits this amazing. I was now, though, and I couldn't have stopped myself from taking advantage of the opportunity even if I'd wanted to- and I certainly didn't. "Holy ... shit ..." I suddenly heard Ollie breathe. Having completely forgotten about my roommate's presence, I froze right in the middle of giving myself a good squeeze. Not that I regretted what I'd been doing, but it was a little embarrassing to get caught fondling yourself regardless of the circumstances. As such, I forcibly, and regrettably, pried my hands from my new tits to look up at my friend. Immediately, a lot of different things struck me all at once. First of all, the guy who I normally was at most an inch shy of looking in the eye, suddenly had nearly half a foot on me. So my gaze landed on his chin before I had to tilt it up to get to his eyes. Secondly, moving my head seemed to trigger some cascading effect in my hair, spilling a curtain of long, silken locks into my face that were the color of flame. A few even got caught in my mouth. "Pfft!" I spat, trying to get those strands out as my hands swiped across to clear the veiling curtain - or at least try to. It proved oddly stubborn and unwilling to stay out of the way. "Fuck! Just stay! Gah!" those irate words were the first I heard of the new voice that had come with the new jugs. It wasn't as if I was suddenly speaking in some super high and cutesy sort of way. No, the big difference in my voice wasn't so much in pitch, although that had ticked upward notably, but how smooth it was. Gone was any sort of masculine gravel, replaced by something that was audible honey, and probably incredibly seductive when not tainted by anger as it was at the moment. The stupid hair just wouldn't - "Ugh! Finally!" I declared as I managed to get the whole mess tossed over my shoulders and out of my eyes. Throughout my struggle, Ollie had apparently done nothing except stare, but he seemed to escape his troubles at the same time I did - well, he started to anyway, stammering out, "Y-Y-You ... y-you r-really ... turned into a, a, a ..." "A girl? I think so. Let me check!" I remarked, the words coming out as a bright feminine chirp. That was fine, though. I was much more concerned with jabbing a hand inside the waist of my boxers. There, I found an incredible smooth expanse of satiny skin devoid of hair all the way down to something that was definitely not Little Billy. Instead, I found a slight mound split apart into two sets of lips. Sliding a finger past that, I got my first taste of the curious sensation of having something inside of my new pussy. Huh, that was definitely gonna take a little getting used to. "Yep, definitely a girl." "But that's ..." Ollie tried to argue, but he was too busy staring at the proof to the contrary to even finish. I went ahead and completed that thought for him with a wry, "Impossible? I don't know. These things seem to beg to differ." For emphasis, I pulled my hand out of my underwear and brought both up to once again cup the melons on my chest. "Pretty fucking incredible aren't they? Didn't realize they could end up this big - not that I'm complaining." Busy admiring my own tits, I couldn't have said what Ollie was doing for the second between when I finished talking and he asked, "Wait ... you didn't know what you were going to look like?" Keeping my hands on my chest, I looked up and shook my head, an act which annoyingly sent a few stray strands of hair into my face that I had to swipe away. "Nope. My boss said anyone could use the pills, but I thought that maybe they were specific and would either turn me into Gina or someone that looked sort of like her. I didn't realize redhead with massive tits was an option." As I spoke, my attention dropped back down to my new body. "I'm glad it was, though, 'cause I am fucking hot." Pulling my gaze back up, I added, "Right?" "Uhm ... yeah ..." Ollie answered with a nod, clearly a little too overwhelmed by what he had just seen to know how to respond. "Yeah, I am," I confirmed as my lips curled into a smirk. "And I can't wait to see how hot you turn out." To be continued ... Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I hope the first part of this story finds you well. If you're looking forward to seeing where it's going, I'll be posting a section every week for the next month, so the wait won't be too long. Also, if you're looking for more to read while we're all stuck inside, consider checking out my fantasy serial, Trials of Tannen. It's up to its ninth book, so there's plenty there to read, and it's entirely free. You can find it here: https://lightivation.wordpress.com/ Most importantly, stay safe.