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The Secret Life of Claire Robbins Part 8
Written May-July 2020
"C'mon hurry Claire!"
Ally made sure she could make her way, along with Claire, to the party
house early that fall morning. What she saw in a text message from
Becky caused her to get up quickly and get themselves over there
quickly. Granted Ally and Claire took some time to clean up after their
'pleasure session' from last night, though all they could muster was a
pink bathrobe for Claire, and a maroon one for Ally, along with some
slippers. Still, she felt this took precedent over Claire's 'secret' in
her crotch. That will come later, Ally figured.
"What is going on, Ally? Ally!?" Claire cried out as they were driving
along the road out to Eddystone. Uncertainty crept into Claire, well
Matt's, mind, pondering what is going to happen. It had taken some time
to take off the strap on covering her secret dick, then tucking that
back into her female flat crotch. She shifted awkwardly on the
passenger seat, still feeling some hidden arousal from that. Damn, it
had not gotten down yet, she fumed to herself; I will need to resolve
that later. However, first, I must discover what happened at the party
Becky, Jesse and Stella. I hope they are OK, she thought. Ally looked
to her and all she could muster was "Well, you will see when we get
there soon" as they continued their drive.
Ally's car pulled into a parking space off the street where Mr. Adams'
party house in Eddystone, the house right there off the Delaware River
and one of the creeks there. There was some other parking spaces
circling in an crescent arc around the house, where Ally could spot
some cop cars along with an ambulance. Oh no, Ally realized as she and
Claire got out of the car and walked up to the front of the beach
house. As they got closer, they could see a stretcher coming out of the
beach house. A single white sheet draped over whoever it was, but to
Claire and Ally it was not as clear.
"Ally!, Claire! Over here!" a familiar voice sounded. The two looked
over to see Becky, coming by out of the front door. "Come inside,
quickly please!" she shouted as she led the two inside. Becky wore her
nice party dress from the night before, but it hung on her loosely,
revealing her dark lace bra. She must have noticed that, as she grabbed
the dress to pull it back into place. Ally and Claire still felt, well,
out of the picture. Perhaps we will find out what is going on, Claire
figured.
They entered into the house, then immediately went to a dining room
just near this house. Inside, there sat Jesse, sitting in a chair,
clenching her right arm, by the wrist, with her left hand with a face
of contorted fear, wearing just a loose robe upon her body. A loose
dark piece of fabric wrapped around her right waist, which when Claire
took a moment, noticed Becky's dress hem was torn off a bit. "Oh my
god, Jesse, what happened?" Claire asked, seeing her friend in this
state. Jesse looked to them, stated, "Well, someone died..... I saw
him....... just..... oh god......" she stammered before crying. "Ah
there my dear Jesse it's alright......" Becky consoled her roommate,
taking a moment to hug her.
"What do you mean?" Ally asked pointedly, glancing around. "Well, at
the party last night, I got it on with Sam, quick make out you
know.....and then I took a moment to rest in a spare bedroom upstairs.
Then some random guy shows up, and then suddenly the power went out,"
Jesse spoke softly taking a moment to catch the breath. "He seemed like
he was running from something, I dunno know. It was a guy that Stella
Rosa chatted up with eh?" looking to Becky. Becky nodded, to which Ally
questioned, "Where is Stella?"
"I am here, Ally." As the young Italian waif entered the room, along
with two other people. She quickly ran to Ally, who held her closely.
The others then sat on the table near Jesse. One was a bald rotund man,
with a police uniform covered partially by a long overcoat. "Ahem,
excuse me, misses," he spoke gravely, "this is a crime scene. Ah forgot
to introduce myself, Detective Jon Ellis, Delaware County PD.... I got
the call in about this, and yes your friend told me what happened." As
he adjusted his stocky figure in the chair, he asked Jesse "You said a
figure all in black then slammed the door open, yelled "Smile!" then
shot that poor young man right in the chest. What kept you from doing
anything?"
Jesse looked at the detective, then responded with, "Well it was quite
shocking and I didn't know what to do at that moment. I tried to do
something.... but it was so sudden, next time I knew I came to, and he
was dead." "And you wrist, Ms. Fulton, is that alright?" Detective
Ellis asked nicely, clearly trying to ease the tension of the
situation. "Ah yes, when I found her and the dead body, I noticed that
and got a makeshift covering." Becky interjected quickly. Jesse caught
and said additionally "Ah yes do not worry about me, it was just a
small graze."
"Where are your boyfriends?" Ally asked them. "Ah well, I think they
went back after some time prior to the incident, I think, the party
died down round 1am I suppose," Becky ruminated. Ah shoot, that means
we all have to squeeze into my car, Ally realized though figured they
could make it work.
"And the departed's name......" Detective Ellis asked at which Stella
Rosa spoke up softly, "Jay, I think; I had chatted with him." It was in
that moment CLaire's eyes went wide. Jay..... no way..... she pondered,
why did it happen to him. But as far as everyone was concerned, Claire
did not know Jay, Matt did so she kept her feelings hidden. However, oh
man, Jay I didn't think it would come to this.
"Ahem" the other person sitting next to Detective Ellis spoke up. The
girls looked to this person. She was a sharply dressed woman, with a
white opaque blouse and navy blue skirt befitting of a high class
office lady. Lovely olive skin and dark flowing hair flowing down to
her waist. Doing down from there were her hose encased legs and heeled
feet, overall a truly lovely lady. "Hello there, Parvati Salmon,
Community Rep for the college these girls go to. I figure there must be
some representation on the part of the college, given the
circumstances," talking in a silky velvet voice with a tinge of British
posh accent. "Ah yes, of course Miss Salmon, indeed. I take it you will
take care of them then?" Detective Ellis asked. "Yes of course, and if
you have any questions you can reach out to me, sir," Parvati spoke
while handing a business card to him. Ellis waved them away then went
back inside the house, likely to resume his investigation work.
Claire and her housemates made their way out, along with Miss Parvati
Salmon. Before they got back into Ally's car, Miss Parvati walked up to
them. "Becky', here's my card; I would like to talk with you and Jesse
at some point next week, when you have time," she stated plainly as she
went over to her vehicle, some fancy neon pink sports car. Heh weird,
but ok then, Becky noted to herself as she glanced at the business
card:
Parvati Salmon Student Services Representative
Greater Philadelphia College and Metro State University
Still seems legit, Becky thought as the girls made their way back to
their sorority house. However she noticed Jesse was looking quite out
of it, then again considering what transpired that's understandable. Ah
well, let the authorities settle the matter, no need to involve us, she
figured, lest our secrets get out. She spotted Ally comforting Stella,
the poor girl she did not need to have that happened right in front of
her.
"All right let us get you all inside, Jesse are you all right with that
wrist?" Ally asked with concern. "Ah yes do not worry about it, Ally, I
am fine." Jesse replied quickly as she made her way to the shared room
of hers and Becky. "Ok then, come Stella, let's get you comfortable,
ok?" Ally said as she led Stella upstairs. Just as Claire was about to
follow, she was stopped by Becky. "A word, Claire, now please," she
stated sternly.
"Ah yeah sure, Becky; Ally I will be up in a moment." Claire called out
to her. She and Becky went into the living room, Becky questioned her
immediately: "Did you know this Jay guy, who just died?" Claire looked
at her with shock, then composing herself replied back "Uh, wait that
guy we met last summer at Jacksonville Beach?," clearly trying to dodge
the question. "Well, well, I had chatted with him a few hours before
the incident, and he mentioned that the previous summer he ran into you
at his hotel room. Want to tell me how and why you end up in North
Florida when you told us you were visiting folks out in California?"
"Uh well, who knows, maybe he was fibbing, Becky. After all, he was a
bit too friendly when we bumped into him right? I am not fresh with
someone like that, babe. Anyway don't you need to tend to Jesse? I got
to get ready for the day," Claire stated as she walked up the stairs,
her pink robe clad self flaunting her sexy body. "Sure thing Claire,
maybe it was nothing," Becky retorted. Huh, well then not quite the
reaction I expected, Becky figured, but time to get with Jesse.
"Hi Jesse can I enter?" Becky called out. "Yes enter but close quickly,
please." Jesse responded back. Once Becky got in, she saw Jesse sitting
at her desk. She had taken off the dress wrapping around her right
wrist, revealing the frayed suit's dark skin showing off the pale skin
underneath. "It did not pierce your actual skin eh?" Becky as she got
over to her friend to see it closer. "Nah Becky, but man my suit is
screwed up here," Jesse noted as she grabbed her right hand, pulling it
off, showing off a pale hand, quite unlike the rest of her mocha black
skin. She then grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut off the
frayed bits off the hand.
"What are you doing that for?" Becky yelled at her briefly. "Well until
we can get with Phil, this will have to do. You got a wristband around
eh?" Jesse shot back at her. "Hmm let me see, one sec," Becky spoke as
she then went to her dresser, rummaging through until she found one.
She handed a orange wristband to Jesse "Thanks, Bec," as she put the
hand back on, making sure it fit back on, before slipping the wristband
over the part to be hidden. She flexed her hand, making sure it moved
natural without giving away the game.
"What do you mean, until we can get with Phil?" Becky asked, wondering
what happened with that sleaze ball. "Well I figure that cop, Ellis,
figures it was either Carl or Phil Dillon. Her had questioned Carl as
he was host of the party, but he was out tending to some guests outside
when the power went out," Jesse mentioned. "Hmm well I would count him
out, that man's a boy scout, plus he has friends in high places. Still
how did Phil Dillon figure in as a suspect?" Becky inquired. "Surely he
would have just sneaked into the party, that weasel," as she scoffed at
that notion.
"Ah well that is simple-there was a signup guest book," Jesse spoke up
again. "Huh?" Becky wondered. "Yeah for any extra guests not from the
school or close friends with Carl, they had to sign that. It turns out,
Phil had put his name on that, and Carl could not really vouch for him.
So Ellis figures he might have done it." Becky took a moment to get out
of her tattered party dress, and slip on a fine green silk bathrobe.
"Well that might make sense, right?" Jesse pointed out. "I mean yeah
he's a shifty shade of a guy, but I don't find it adds up. Have you
been able to contact him?" Jesse asked Becky since she acted as the
contact between them and Phil.
"Yeah I called him up just a bit ago, voicemail no dice," Becky
responded. "He might have gone ghost on us, what an asshole" as she
scoffed internally. "Anyway, when you meet with this Parvati woman, try
not to slip up? We could get into some major hot water," Becky uttered
sternly to her partner in 'crime' Jesse. "Oh ok then, don't worry babe,
I mean girl, I got this" Jesse replied though she was quite nervous
internally. Still worry about that later, she figured.
Upstairs, Claire took a moment to see that Ally got Stella comfortable.
"It will be alright, girl, have a rest then we will order out some food
ok?" Claire stated kindly as she left her with Ally, while she went
inside to her own room. Soon after closing the door, she locked it
quickly. "Now, let's get some proper clothes on, now girl," as Claire
walked over to the huge mirror in her room. She loosened the bathrobe,
revealing her bosom encased in rose lace trim bra and her maiden
treasures down below in same frilly pink panties. Well except for the
'strap-on' she still had on, which she tucked down before heading out
earlier with Ally. "Hnng, ugh, what a relief!" she exclaimed as it
sprung to attention, still in its morning wood mode.
"Oh yes Claire you are sooo sexy!" she cried out as she slipped off the
sheath, revealing Matt's pale male member fully erect. She then couldnt
hold back, and jerked off right there and then, releasing an immense
load of man seed, most of it landing on the mirror. Claire fell back
onto her bed, and after catching her breath, she muttered, "Poor Jay...
what am I to do about it? After all, I was just a 'one night stand' for
him, probably the best night of his life." She twirled a strand of her
honey blonde hair, and stated, "But Matt, he knew him all too well,
close friends back home," wistfully sighing, recalling better times.
Still, I will see to it that Matt attends his funeral, even if I have
to sneak out of here for a weekend or so. Still so much to do Claire
figured as she set to clean up the arousal mess.
Meanwhile, Ally had settled Stella into her room down the hall. "Oh my
Ally, what will happen now?" Stella asked as Ally helped to her room.
"Hmm don't worry, Stella, I'll make sure nothing happens to you, I
promise. Let me get changed then we can chat over some pizza, ok?"
Stella nodded in reply. "Alright get some rest, my little Rosetta."
Ally spoke up then clamped her mouth shut. "Rosetta..... that's a name
I haven't heard since.... Ally, how do you know that?" Stella asked
suddenly. "Oh nothing, slip of the tongue, alright we will chat later."
Yikes that was close, Ally realized after she left Stella's room.
Rosetta was my cute nickname for her, Ally recalled, back in her
previous life. I hope that didn't give the game away. She thought she
heard some moaning coming from Claire's room, but she ignored that,
making her way to her bedroom. Ally then grabbed a nondescript phone
tucked away in a hidden compartment in her dresser and after punching
in a number, someone picked up.
"Hello there, Ally? What is up?"
"Hi, Agent D, I need some help; an incident has taken place and I
believe the family might be involved."
"Yes, Ally, I saw the news bulletin from the cop wire earlier today.
The Agency has its way to find stuff out. What about it?"
"Well, I am quite unsure about it. Something seems off about it."
"I have heard some random guy's the main suspect, one Philly Dillion."
"Who?"
"Well he's a washed up makeup artist from Hollywood who settled in the
local area some years ago, engaging in some sort of shady business from
what I have heard. Be careful, Ally, if he's allied with the family
that could mean trouble for not just you, but the rest of your
friends."
"Yeah don't worry, I realize that... I plan not to fail again," Ally
stated as worked to figure out how to approach things now.
............................
A month or two has passed, with not much progress made on the murder of
Jay Peterson, as Philly Dillion the main suspect still hadn't surfaced.
Winter is slowly turning to spring. Claire had kept an eye on local
news from back home, well Matt's hometown, regarding any funeral
service. Matt and Jay had grown up in Northern Virginia, over in
Fairfax County, just outside DC. However, then she was struck with a
problem: Should she go to that? After all, she had no true connection
to Jay, but Matt did.
And so, with the funeral scheduled for the first weekend of March,
which happened to take place along with Spring Break. So, she waited
for all her roommates to leave, then set out to an abandoned garage
where she kept Matt's rundown car. She drove down to Northern Virginia,
getting into town late Friday afternoon. She found a local motel she
paid in cash (no paper trail) and took her suitcase with Matt's clothes
for the funeral in with her.
"Oh man, these heels are killing me!" Claire exclaimed as she torn off
her high heels, placing them near the door. She took a moment to see
herself in the mirror next to the motel bed: Blonde bombshell wearing a
delicate sky blue sundress, showing off her fabulous curves. She blew a
kiss to her mirror image, and then slipped off the sundress, showing
off her rose pink bra and thong she had worn underneath. "Man, wearing
sexy underwear is so appealing to me, mwahh!" as she unequipped the bra
and then slid the thong down her supple legs. "Oh man, Jay, I am sorry
you are done, but I am glad I could give you a great time that one
night," CLaire spoke brightly, then sighed a bit. "Still, no time for
me to be here, Matt needs his time to pay his respects."
She then poked and prodded at the back of her neck. "Ugh, damn it,
cmon!" she cried out in frustration. FInally she nabbed the 'mole'
which conceals the start of the zipper line down her back. "Ok
finally!" Claire muttered as she pulled the zipper down her back, right
up to the tailbone. She then grabbed hold of her face and pulled at it,
her supermodel beauty level head distorting until with one final tug
she became just a guy with a mask draped over her bosom. After some
time, Matt had the rest of the Claire skinsuit off (along with her blue
contact lenses and dental caps) and took a shower before heading to
bed, in preparation for tomorrow's funeral.
The next day was quite somber, with rain coming down for most of the
morning. By the time the funeral was set to take place in the
afternoon, it had cleared up but it was still quite murky and damp.
Matt still made it in time, to see the coffin interned and what not. He
hadn't noticed too many people that he knew, which I suppose was a good
thing he figured. Ashes to ashes stuff and such, and Matt was about to
walk back to the car, perhaps get back into Claire for some fun tonight
when he heard a familiar voice:
"Oh Hi there, Matt! Long time no see!"
Matt turned to look in the direction of the voice. He looked in shock,
stuck in place at that very moment. It was a young woman, standing
there in a modest black dress, with azure eyes and flowing blonde hair,
more platinum shaded. What is she doing here, he wondered as the woman
approached him and asked gently, "Hey Matt, it's me: Chloe Robbins,
remember?"
Next time: Matt Williams confronts his shared past and his actual
motivation to being Claire Robbins. Meanwhile, Becky and Ally both look
into the circumstances, all while trying to maintain their lives as
sorority girls going into their senior year in college.
Ciao, darlings!
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