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Thanks for reading. As always, love it if you could leave a reaction or a comment! I'm thinking of creating a follow on to this story. Let me know if think I should. Ta for now - Alice Check out my other stories as well - www.deviantart.com/aliceduffield and www.patreon.com/user?u=24221022&fan_landing=true The Ivy - Floor 6 Prologue Kirk felt badly for the woman, but he couldn't see a way forward. "Ms. Martinez, I understand your frustration. I can file the paperwork, but the court won't grant you a restraining order without some sort of proof. Your husband has to have done something demonstrable, that is, something we can show the court as proof that he has said or done threatening things. If not, he, or his lawyers, will claim that he has a right as a father to see his children. The fact that you still live with him will, obviously, be a sticking point. If you could show some estrangement..." He trailed off as the woman broke down into tears. Kirk felt obligated to take pro bono cases, but he never enjoyed them, at least not until they were over. He couldn't think of one case he'd enjoyed in the eight years he'd been with the firm since law school. "Ms. Mart?nez?... Ms. Mart?nez don't cry. We'll figure this out." "But I don't have proof like you say," she replied tearfully. "But he has been extra?o, different, ever since he had that interview." "What interview, Ms. Mart?nez? "It was for a cleaning job in some building on the east side. I don't know what one. But he look at me different now. He whisper things to me like he is some other person. I don't know what is going on but I see in his eyes," she said pointing to her own eyes. "...I see the demonio In his eyes." "Ok, Ms. Mart?nez. I'll file the paperwork, but maybe you should be speaking with social services. I don't think the court will help you here." She started quietly crying again. He slowly packed up his brief case and after giving the woman a hug, left the apartment where she had taken the kids. His heart broke for her, but he couldn't do much more. She had no recordings, no phone calls, no pictures or police reports, just his word against hers. She was pretty shaken up, so he didn't doubt the guy did something, but he just had no real legal recourse. He just hoped nothing would happen to her. He hated these cases. Kirk looked at his watch as he walked back to his car. "9:15AM" Good, he'd be at his desk by ten he thought. - I - The phone rang on his desk and glanced at the clock. Four o'clock, he'd need to finish up to meet Charlotte by five thirty. He was pleased to have gotten so much done today. His meeting with Ms. Mart?nez had not taken as long as he thought it might which had given him a leg up on the mountain of work on his desk. "Hello." "Yes, is this Mr. Kirk Soliman?" a woman's voice asked. "Yes. This is Kirk." "Oh, Mr. Soliman, my name is Cynthia Wheeler, I am the building liaison for The Ivy on Lakeshore." Kirk sat up, surprised. "Oh, Ms. Wheeler, yes. What can I do for you?" "Well, Mr. Soliman, I wanted to inform you that an apartment has come open here in The Ivy and I wondered if you were still interested." "Oh, yes, of course. We'd be very interested in the apartment." "We?" "Yes, my fianc?e Charlotte and myself, er, me," he said, nervousness creeping into his voice. "Oh, very good. We do like young couples. They add such a nice energy!" she replied. He could hear her scribbling something. Maybe his engagement would actually help get the spot. The Ivy was one of Chicago's most exclusive buildings. Built in the early part of the 1900's overlooking the vast Lake Michigan horizon, it had stood as a beacon of exclusiveness for over a century. Getting an apartment in the building was a cross between a lottery and admission into an exclusive secret society. One of the senior partners in Kirk's firm knew the right person to give Kirk's name to and mysteriously an application had appeared on his desk. He filled the document out and, following the instructions, sent it back to the address of another legal firm in the city, Grant, Fuller & Thom. Months had gone by with no word from the building and frankly Kirk had forgotten about it, lost as he was in his work. "So, we will see you and Charlotte at 6pm sharp next Tuesday, August 9th for your interview. Do you have any questions?" The notion of an interview wasn't much of a surprise to him given how exclusive the building was. But as he was the one applying for the apartment, he wasn't sure why anyone else would need to come with him. "You would like Charlotte to come as well?" he asked. "Yes of course. The committee will want to meet you both. After all, it would be her home as well would it not?" "Oh, of course, yes. I'll see if she if available next Tuesday." "Mr. Soliman, this will be the only appointment time we will offer. It would be best if she were able to accompany you." There was a pause as these words sunk in. "I see," he finally replied. "I'll make sure she is with me." "Excellent! We look forward to seeing you Mr. Soliman" "Thank you, Cynthia. See you next Tuesday." He put down his desk phone then wondered how they had gotten his direct line. He had only put down his cell number on the application. He pulled out his cell phone and made the call that would change their lives. "Hey honey...I'm good, yeah. Hey, what are you doing next Tuesday?" *** The revolving doors off Lake Shore Drive opened in to and expansive marble lobby. Two small seating areas were set up, one each side of the door, affording a comfortable and warm spot to wait for a car or taxi without braving the icy winds that could blow off the lake. Charlotte took Kirk's hand as they walked toward the reception desk. She had taken this evening's interview rather seriously. While Kirk was still in his suit and tie from work, Charlotte had changed from her work clothes into a far more chic and feminine Chanel outfit belying her family's wealth. She was six years younger than Kirk, but she looked like a woman of sophistication well beyond her years. The designer outfit consisted of the telltale Chanel matching top and jacket in soft pink with a matching skirt down to just below her knee. She accessorized with a matching set of pearl earrings and necklace, a smart gold watch and fashionable four-inch heels also in soft pink. She had even taken the afternoon off from work for a trip to the spa. Stockings weren't appropriate for the late summer heat but her long smooth legs had a healthy sheen to them, like they had shellacked them, Kirk thought. Her makeup was flawless, and she had her chestnut hair styled at the spa in long soft curls that swept over one shoulder. She was absolutely stunning. The review board had no chance, he had thought to himself when he saw her. "May I help you," said the uniformed man behind the desk. "Yes, we're here to meet Cynthia Wheeler. We have an appointment at six o'clock," Kirk replied. "Very good. I'll let Ms. Wheeler know Mr. and Mrs. Bradford have arrived." Charlotte squeezed his hand as if excited to be called Mrs. Bradford. Getting an apartment in the Ivy would be the foundation for her standing in Chicago society. They would soon be married and start a family and Kirk would later leave his law firm to start his career in politics. Mayor, then congressman and then perhaps Governor or senator and the Ivy would be the foundation for their new lives as they climbed up the ranks. Soon enough, Cynthia Wheeler came out from a door just beside the reception desk to greet them. "Mr. Bradford, Ms. White. How do you do, I'm Cynthia Wheeler, we spoke on the phone." "When had he given Cynthia Charlotte's last name," he wondered to himself. "Very pleased to meet you Ms. Wheeler," Charlotte started in. "What a beautiful lobby, is this Italian marble?" she asked gesturing to the dark swirling stone that made up the lobby's floor. The stone continued up the walls in lighter shades, punctuated by mirrors every fifteen feet or so. "You have a good eye, Ms. White. Indeed, it is Italian marble and is original to the building. You'll find many such treasures throughout the building, as well as all the modern amenities we all take for granted, of course. We like to keep the finer things intact. It gives the building its charm and feel." "Well, it's simply lovely," Charlotte remarked, adding a 1000 kilowatt smile. Charlotte could charm the bark of a tree when she wanted to. "I'm so glad we have someone with decerning tastes looking at the apartment. In fact, the original tenant of the apartment is responsible for this lovely marble, Mrs. Mell. Shall we go up and see it before we sit down with the board?" "The Board?" inquired Kirk. "Yes, the interview is with the building's five-person Board including the building's Chairman, Mr. Grant. They won't expect us before six thirty which should give us plenty of time to see the apartment." "That sounds perfect," responded Kirk trying to seem at ease with the situation. He was not at ease. He wasn't uncomfortable either, but he was definitely not at ease with this entire thing. He had felt pressure to perform well, not just because it was an interview and he was competitive, but because he knew how much this meant to Charlotte. She had some pretty serious plans for the two of them, all of which her parents supported, and she had pounded into his brain how important The Ivy would be in their success, as if anyone cared where they lived. He had also learned that Charlotte's parents had tried twice to get into this building both before and just after she was born but had been unsuccessful. Like a parent who hadn't gotten into Harvard, her parents wanted her to live at The Ivy. He was also not at ease with what he expected the cost to be. You were not allowed to buy an apartment in The Ivy, and you had to sign a lease for a minimum of three years, or so he had heard. In fact, he was not sure what the rent would cost but it had to be considerably higher than his current apartment in Lincoln Park, itself not a low rent neighborhood. They followed Cynthia Wheeler to the elevator at the far end of the lobby from the spinning doors they had entered through. Soon they were heading to the sixth floor, a little less than halfway up the fifteen floored building. The elevator let them out in to a nicely lit and welcoming hallway that ran left to right as they stepped off. There were only four apartments on this floor, two on either side of the building. Two faced toward the waters of Lake Michigan, and two faced back toward the city. She turned left heading down the hall toward the north side of the building. The Italian marble was still visible in places, but a more modern fa?ade and carpeting had been incorporated to give the hall a more current feel. As they walked down the hall, Kirk noticed small figures carved into the stone just below the crown molding perhaps every ten feet or so. They weren't grotesque figures, that is to say they didn't have expressions of horror, but nor were the happy expressions. They seemed to have almost a blank, haunting look and he felt their eyes seemed to follow them down the hall. They were just sort of creepy he thought. Soon they came to a modern door at the end of the hall to the right with a shining chrome handle that looked brand new. "Here we are, 601," said Cynthia, pulling a key from her suit jacket pocket. Charlotte again squeezed Kirk's hand as she knew immediately this would be an apartment facing the Lake. Cynthia opened the door and stepped in, ushering the young couple in as she removed her key from the door and shut it behind them. The three of them walked through into a large foyer with a sizeable closet that could easily accommodate all manner of coats necessary for the Chicago climate. It also had a large oil painting of an elegant woman in a 1920's style gown that looked to be a soft creamy peach satin. Opposite the painting was a large ornate mirror likely original to the apartment, perfect for checking one's appearance before heading out. Kirk examined the painting more closely. He was correct in his guess of the time period. "Miss. Evelyn Clara Rose. 1921" the small plaque on the ornate frame read. The woman was beautiful and the more he examined the painting the more enamored of the her he became. It was as though she was speaking to him. "Rose was her maiden name," Cynthia offered, noticing how intently Kirk was studying the portrait. "She later became Mrs. Evelyn Mell, marrying into one of the strongest political families of the time. She was an early member of The Ivy family and was instrumental in the building's rise to prominence. She saw to it that the first six floors of the building were only rented to young women of certain means. That rule was done away with in the 70s and now the building allows all floors to be rented equally. Interestingly, the sixth floor's four apartment have never had male renters except for Mrs. Mell's husband. You would be the first Mr. Soliman. Right here in Evelyn Mell's apartment!" Cynthia mused, noting the irony. Kirk nodded, not able to take his eyes off the painting. "It is a lovely painting...but, why is here?" Charlotte asked. "It was hung here in memory of Mrs. Mell at the request of her estate. It has hung in that spot I believe since it was hung here by Mrs. Mell herself. It's said she was so in love with her self-portrait that she put it opposite a mirror so she could look at herself all day. Maybe not the nicest thing to say of someone. Any way, I'm afraid it must stay where it is per the agreement in the lease." "Well it is very lovely. Honey let's see the rest of the apartment," Charlotte cooed at him, tugging him away from the painting. Passing through the foyer the hall continued forward into a large living area and connected to another hallway that led to the kitchen on the left and a hallway down to the various bedrooms and bathrooms. As they walked into the empty living room, Charlotte again got excited. In the late afternoon, the apartment did not get the setting sun's light directly, but it did create a wonderful view of the lake and shoreline in its stunning beauty with no glare on the windows. The views were simply magnificent. "As you can see, we've just finished renovating the entire apartment and updating all the fixtures and appliances. Everything from the wood paneling in the front foyer to the kitchen cabinets are new. The only things we didn't touch are some of the original hard wood and marble floors and fixtures," explained Cynthia as they moved through the open spaces. Charlotte had already started to decorate the place in her mind. A dark wood desk for the office, soft modern couches for the living room, a king bed for the master bedroom and his and hers children's rooms in pink and blue. Kirk didn't think he had ever seen her smile so long or so hard as the twenty minutes they spent talking with Cynthia and walking through the apartment. Kirk liked the apartment as well. It was nicely updated and had a killer view. It was clearly a place that screamed "you've made it." And he appreciated that the new updates hadn't destroyed the history in the wood floors and marble facades on portions of the walls and bathrooms. It was the carvings and reliefs though that just threw him off a bit. In each of the marble facades left in the apartment, perhaps ten or so around support columns in the powder room, and down the hallways were carvings and reliefs of Greek or Roman women. They were small, not particularly obvious but once you saw one, they weren't hard to see. There was nothing particularly wrong with them, they weren't creepy like the ones in the hallway to the elevators, but still, they were just oddly out of place in the apartment. Cynthia had explained that Mrs. Mills had adorned the apartment and the hallways of the sixth floor with these reliefs made for her in Italy. "You can read all about them in the history book about The Ivy," Cynthia told them. She looked at her watch. "Ah, now, shall we head back to the elevator, we don't want you to be late for the board interview." **** The last of the boxes had been unpacked weeks earlier but it was only now that Charlotte felt the apartment was set as it should be. In the end, they had spent a small fortune updating their furniture for the new space, but they had both felt that it was a good investment in their future. If they were going to have The Ivy's address, they wanted to look the part. Besides, her parents, her mother in particular, were so pleased they had gotten into The Ivy, they insisted on buying most of new pieces for them. In her decorating, Charlotte had tried several different configurations in each of the rooms, save the dining room, making Kirk push couches and chairs around rooms interminably. He had to say though, now that she was finished, he liked their new apartment. He even liked the portrait of Miss Evelyn Clara Rose. So smitten with her was he that he made a point to say hello to her every time he entered the apartment. Charlotte, however, was much less fond of the portrait. In truth she had issues with it that bordered on animus and acrimony and told Kirk she would soon find a sheet to hang over it. There was something not right about it and that he was so enamored of it, of her, made Charlotte resent it even more. It was late October when Kirk was called away on a business trip with one of the partners. He didn't have to travel that often, but this would be the first time Charlotte was alone in the apartment since they had moved in and she had to say, she wasn't thrilled. She hadn't gotten used to its vibe just yet she had told him before he left. "It's only two nights, honey. I'll see you Friday," he had told her Wednesday morning as he prepared to head to the airport. She spent Wednesday night with her parents in the upscale northern suburbs and had intended to stay that Thursday as well but had gotten sidetracked at work downtown. It was twenty minutes to get to The Ivy apartment or well over an hour to get to their house and so she had called to tell them she would just head to her own place that night. Upon entering the apartment later that evening, Charlotte stood in front of the closet and doffed her coat. As she hung it in its place, she felt a sudden icy shiver run down her back like eyes were watching her. She spun around quickly and upon finding no one there let out a relieved chuckle. "Great, I've already started to freak myself out," she thought aloud. Wine was what she needed, and she headed for the kitchen, but not before she glared at Miss Evelyn Clara Rose. "Honestly, how could anyone expect them to leave this portrait up?" she mumbled to herself. After a few hours, a light dinner and three glasses of wine, Charlotte had a pleasant drowsiness as she turned off the TV to head for bed. Outside the apartment, in the hallway of the sixth floor, one of the small figures carved into the wall twitched. While Cynthia the building representative was not aware of their history or meaning, Mrs. Mell had been. These figures were replicas of roman lemures and larvae who in ancient Roman mythology were greatly feared spirits, ghosts of the dead, who caused, among other things, infection. These figures were put in this hallway for a very specific purpose that few, save Mrs. Mell herself understood. Soon the lemures figure released itself from the wall, descending as a dark mist which floated silently first to the door of apartment 601, then under it, entering the foyer. Charlotte turned down the long hall for the bedroom passing the darkened foyer. Unseen to her, laying low against the dark floor of the foyer, the black, wispy mist lay waiting. She continued to her room and shut the door behind her. Whispers softly bounced through the foyer like a light breeze. Commands were given and received. The mist continued on, wafting down the long hallway toward the bedroom door where Charlotte was preparing for bed. It waited there, patiently for the right moment. Soon the light from the bedroom was extinguished and quiet sounds of bed sheets rustling could just be heard beyond the bedroom door. The dark haze entered the room, first surrounding the sleepy young woman. Without intention, her quiet breathing brought the mist into her body, taking in the wicked essence, intoxicating her in its malevolent intent, infecting her. But this was not it's only orders. She was instructed to open her heavy eyes and behold the form in front of her. In the low light of the bedroom, the form of a man the lemures had taken stood at the end of the bed. She was to be given instruction on what she was to do, and she would be taught how to do it. Charlotte removed the heavy bedding from atop her as instructed. She had worn a silk chemise to bed thinking of how she would reward her fianc?e when he returned, but she now smoothed it down her soft body in anticipation for another's touch. The shadowy figure lay atop her eager body as she moaned softly in response, deep in its thrall. She parted her legs urging it forward, begging it to penetrate her as a lover should. Soon she was in the throes of intercourse with this tutelary spirit, moaning and writhing as it pumped itself into her, kissing her with its vaporous tongue. It spoke to her, putting salacious ideas in her mind for later use. She was directed to reposition herself into several debaucherous, prurient positions, each time rewarded with a continued deep, pounding penetration into her wanton sex. Soon, as it coaxed her to climax, it inseminated her with its essence ensuring her obedience to its master and fell away, dissipating quickly. Charlotte was left on the bed lamenting the conclusion of their coition, cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples as the last of her orgasm faded. Soon she rose from the bed, her chemise falling down to her mid-thigh and she padded to the bedroom door and down the darkened hallway to the foyer. She rounded the corner and stood in front of the portrait of Miss Evelyn Clara Rose. "Certainly," she said languidly, and turned to the mirror. She took several steps toward it and waited. A faint glow, an outline of a body shimmered into the mirror as if inside the glass. "Mmm, yes it was," she replied running her hand over the silky fabric and up between her legs reliving the orgasm she'd just had. Composing herself she looked again into the mirror and the faint shape within. "Thank you for the lesson, I know what must be done," she responded to the voice in the mirror. - II - "Hey baby," said Kirk, walking into the living room. It was late, just after nine pm and he was just back from O'Hare airport. "Don't you look nice." "Well thank you, I've been waiting for you," Charlotte responded, seductively. She stood from her chair and her dress fell to is full length. She wore a white silk Gucci shirt dress with a small black bow at the collar and a row of four buttons accented by a red vertical strip the ran the length of the buttons from the collar down. The same red circled the long sleeves at her wrist. Were it not for the fact that the material was clearly fine silk, he might have thought the dress belonged on some upscale tennis court. What he couldn't see was the lacy white bra, matching panties and garter which held up her silk stockings. In her four-inch heels, she was just barely looking up to his eyes as she came to him and kissed him. Her scent found his nostrils and he breathed her in as she guided her tongue deep into his mouth. "Wow, baby," he said pulling away. "What's gotten into you?" he said with a large smile, clearly enjoying her advances. "Mmm, baby," she said in a sultry voice, "I just missed you." She brought her mouth around to his ear and whispered to him, "I want you inside me." She kissed him again, deeply, fully, and his suit pants started to tent as his member stirred to life. "Ok, Ok," he said pulling away. "Let me just grab something to eat and we can head to bed." She pouted as he pulled away from her and headed to the kitchen. Kirk scarfed down some leftover pasta and took out a bottle of Charlotte's favorite chardonnay. He finished his hasty meal and tossed the Tupperware into the sink. He half-filled a glass and carried the second empty glass plus the bottle back out to her. She was a vision in her dress and her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup too was perfect, and she had even put on her expensive perfume for him. "Huh. Maximum effort," he thought. "Are you ready," he asked, handing her the wine. He began filling his own glass as she took her first sip. "Oh sweetheart, you have no idea," she said, and evil smile crossing her lips. She took his hand before he could even pour his own drink and pulled him gently but firmly all the way to the bedroom. To say she ravaged him would be putting it mildly. She was aggressive and controlling in ways she had never been before. Her love making to this point in their relationship was straightforward and ordinary, nothing particularly bawdy. Tonight, it was as though she were a different woman. "Mmm, that's it," she cooed, gyrating her hips while her hairless snatch sat balls deep on his cock, knees either side of him. She slowed her cadence down to just enough to keep things simmering so that he would be able to pay attention to her words. She leaned down, grabbing his wrists and pinned him to the bed, her face only a few inches from his. "This weekend you belong to me dearest. Oh...," she breathed enjoying the slow rolling of his member deep inside of her as it hit a particular spot she liked. "God I like your cock." Kirk stared up into Charlotte's eyes liking the way she was taking control even if it was a little out of character. "Mmm...baby..this weekend you'll do as I say, do you understand?" She looked at him still writhing on his midsection, waiting for a response. "Oh, yes. Anything you want, baby." "Mmm... good," she said continuing gyrate her hips, her dripping wet sex already overstimulated. "Now you're my fuck toy. You're my little bitch" she said powerfully, squeezing his wrists to emphasize her words. "Say it," she commanded now only a few inches from his face. "God damn she's sexy tonight," he thought to himself playing along. "I'm your bitch." "Now and forever," she said breathily closing her eyes. She squeezed his wrists again, prompting him. "Now and forever." "Ohhh...yes..." she breathed at him, closing the distance to his mouth and kissing him hard and deep. It wasn't long before she had him cumming, still pinned to the bed but their lovemaking continued deep into the night. She was insatiable it seemed and in complete control. She whispered awful dirty things into his ears, things she would do to him in bed, and repeatedly pinned him down dominating him as she fucked him. She dictated the love making all night and seemed to be in a heightened state of ecstasy and arousal. When all was said and done, she had made him cum four times and tried for a fifth but a long week, three-quarters of a bottle of wine and the vigorous workout with her in bed proved too much to overcome even for his young libido. Satiated, the couple lay in each other's arms intent to drift off to sleep. Charlotte had one more thought and rolled over to her bedside nightstand pulling open the top drawer. She removed a tube of red lipstick, pulled off the cap and rolled up the pigment. She freshened her lips then rolled back to Kirk. "Pucker your lips, darling," she ordered. He wasn't quite sure what she was up to, but the night had been nothing short of spectacular, so he was happy to oblige with any idea she had at this point. Actually, he was desperate to sleep so if she wanted to put this on him and it let him pass out, that was fine by him. She put a heavy coating on, making him open his lips slightly to get the flattest surface. When she was done, she sequestered the pigment in its protective housing and reapplied the cap returning the tube to its spot in the drawer. Kirk rubbed his lips together and could feel the almost greasy wax slide between his lips. It felt different and foreign, but not all together bad. "There you go, all pretty my pet. You'll be a pretty girl," Charlotte said happily and clicked off the light, snuggling up close. Kirk, almost lost to slumber, thought nothing of the comment. *** Kirk awoke a little later than normal for a Saturday morning and noted how tired he felt. It wasn't a sleepy tired it was like he felt drained, like he'd had a long work out the day before and still needed more sleep. He kicked his feet out of the covers and noticed for the first time he was not in his own underwear. As he sat up on the edge of the bed he looked down and the black silk panties, little satin bow in front, that covered his flaccid manhood. He grinned. "Something really has gotten into Charlotte, that's for sure," he thought to himself. He couldn't say he didn't like it if last evening was going to be the benchmark she set. He stood up and padded into the bathroom to relieve himself. He sat on the toilet, pulling the panties down as he did. It struck him as an odd choice, but he quickly reconciled the thought; it was better not to have any urine miss its mark lest he get into another discussion with the lady of the house. Sitting guaranteed no missing. A quick shake and he stood again, pulling the underwear back up before, flushing and turning to the sink to brush. He was mildly surprised to see his red lips. He chuckled again, grabbed some toilet paper and wiped away last evening's dalliance with Charlotte's lipstick. He brushed his teeth and showered, cleaning the smegma from his groin as well as the last vestiges of a long work week. He shaved in the shower, something he only did on weekends when he allowed himself leisurely, water wasting long showers, and emerged clean and smooth faced. With towel wrapped around him he walked back into the room and headed to the dresser. He was about to put on some boxers when a voice behind him startled him. "Don't you dare," came Charlottes voice playful and coy. "Excuse me?" She stood in the doorway of their bedroom in a pink satin kimono robe her parents had brought her back from Japan. Her long smooth legs extended from the bottom of the robe like two long gleaming towers. "Don't you dare put those grubby old boxers on. Don't you want to wear the underwear I got you?" Kirk looked at the black silk panties on top of the dresser. "You're serious?" he chuckled, trying to laugh it off. She came over to him gently grabbing his head in her hands. "Deadly. You are to do as I say this weekend remember. You're my little bitch now," she reaffirmed and pulled his head to her kissing him deeply, tongue exploring liberally. She stepped back and untied the kimono. A pink satin chemise, just a shade off from the kimono was all she had on underneath. He could see her nipples were already hard. She pulled him to the bed. He wasn't sure he was ready again to have sex after the night before and was about to protest when she turned back to face him. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. He understood and descended to his knees in front of her. She pulled up her chemise showing only the matching pink satin and lace panties she wore beneath. He slid his hands up the outside of her smooth thighs until they were at the delicate band of the panties. "Um hmm," she instructed, nodding. He pulled down the underwear slowly to the floor and she stepped out of them placing her feet apart, exposing her clean-shaven sex. "Ohh..." she moaned softly, pulling his head to her, her fingers laced through his thick hair. Kirk took in her musk and began pleasuring her prodigiously with his tongue. He continued for several more moments before pushing her back on the bed. He continued his oral gratification in a more suitable position for both of them, making sure to use his fingers and tongue together to stimulate her. She had already been wet when he got to her and figured she must have been waiting for him to wake up. She came twice before she finally trapped his head in a vice like grip between her lean thighs. She lay there, not letting him move, moaning softly as she again played with her own nipples, the last of the orgasm washing through her. He waited patiently until she released him. She rolled over and off the bed and stood, back to him as she retied the kimono around herself. "Put the panties on," was all she said before she headed to the bathroom for her own shower. They spent the day walking the warm, late October streets. Charlotte looked radiant again that day in a lovely dark green silk wrap dress, a perfect bow at her left hip. She had looked so sophisticated, Kirk actually changed into a better shirt and shoes. They hit a few markets and then an exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago, one of Charlotte's favorite spots. She was again her loving and affectionate self, but that little edge of naughty she had exhibited the night before and this morning seemed to still be with her. At lunch she had put her foot in his crotch and in the gallery, she had stroked him through his pants several times asking him how the panties felt. All day she would give him eyes and whisper lewd and naughty things into his ear. Perhaps most shockingly, that afternoon at an upscale tea house she had pulled him into the bathroom and blown him. By then, he had been so worked up by the silk panties he wore and her constant foreplay, he came quickly. Zipping up his trousers, he'd finally asked her what had gotten into her. She finished reapplying her lipstick and a little rouge before she answered. "She wants you to cum," she responded, a wicked look in her eye. She then turned and left the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Strolling home late into the afternoon, Kirk had put his arm around his bride to be and reminded her how much he loved her. She had replied the same and leaned in close, affectionately holding him. They walked and talked, enjoying the last bits of the day's warm air. "We'll have to get a house like that someday when I'm Mayor," Kirk comment, mostly in jest, as they passed a house they both admired. "It's not necessary," she replied matter-of-factly. "The Ivy is our home now, forevermore." Kirk said nothing but there was an odd tone to how she had said it. They returned to The Ivy late into the afternoon to find an expensive looking envelope laying on the foyer floor. Charlotte bent at the knees and retrieved the envelope, deftly opening it by sliding her fingers under the flap. "Mr. and Mrs. William Grant request the honor of your presence in a celebration of All Hollow's Eve," she read aloud. "Monday, October the thirty-first. Eight o'clock in the evening. Apartment 1501, The Ivy. Attire: Nineteen Fifties Formal. RSVP, blah, blah, blah," she finished reading. "You see, I told you Mr. Grant took a liking to us. We'll become mainstays in the building in no time with his approval." "Perhaps," Kirk replied looking at the portrait of Miss Evelyn Clara Rose. It had somehow become crooked. Kirk took a few steps to it and grabbed either side of the frame to straighten it. "You're doing so well," whispered a voice to him. "Soon..." "What was that, honey?" he asked turning to Charlotte. She was still rereading the invitation, holding a reply card in her other hand. "I said we'll be mainstays," she replied not looking up. "No, no, what did you just whisper to me?" "Hmm?" she replied quizzically, looking up. "What did you just whisper to me? I thought I heard you say something." She shook her head no, uninterested in the question. "I'll reply 'we'll be delighted'," she said coming to him and again kissing him. "Now, I'm going to take a nap and get ready for dinner. If you're a good boy, maybe we'll have some fun tonight," she said in a sultry tone. "Sounds good to me," he replied, still wondering about the voice he heard. "Excellent. Go watch the Cubs and then order in for us." "It's October honey, the Cubs aren't playing." "Whatever. See you at 7:30. Make sure there's a bottle chilled for me," Charlotte said. She looked again at the portrait as Kirk centered it again, and at first smiled before a serious look of concentration fell over her face. The edges of her lips quivered as if she were trying to say something but just as quickly her expression returned to a smile, some small battle seemingly lost in her head. She turned and rounded the corner heading to their bedroom as Kirk went to the living room. She closed the door with a light click, unaware of the dark mist that had followed her down the hall and into her room. Obedience would be assured. *** At exactly 7:30, Charlotte emerged from the bedroom, the clicking of her heels preceding her down the hallway. Kirk had lounged lazily on the couch for a few hours. He had his pick of Halloween season movies and took his time scrolling through the selections before choosing the Oscar worthy film "Get Out". He finished up the movie and got his act in gear calling their favorite Thai fusion place. Upon hearing Charlotte, Kirk headed to the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of white wine and began pouring her a glass just as she came into the bright kitchen. He stood stunned at her glamourous and seductive look. She wore satin trousers in a deep but shining navy blue and a matching body suit in delicate mesh, lace and embroidery accentuating the body-hugging fit. Atop the body suit she had on a matching satin bolero jacket with three quarter sleeves and its short collar standing up. Finishing the ensemble and encasing her feet were her black patent leather Christian Louboutin stiletto heels. If the outfit weren't enough, her makeup was flawless with a deep dark smokey eye and a matte red lip. She had used a straightening iron on her chestnut hair which hung down long and straight to below her shoulders. She even wore her drop diamond earrings. "Ah...wow," Kirk said, slowly handing her glass of wine to her as he took her in. "I thought we were staying in?" "We are, dearest," she replied, taking the wine from him. "But I want your full attention tonight." She came close to him and put her free arm around him. She stood just a few inches shorter than him; the floral notes of her perfume danced across his nose as she leaned in to kiss him. "Do I have your attention?" she asked sweetly as she released his lips. "Indeed, you do." They went out onto the balcony and watched the lights of the city start to come alive with the fading light. Mostly they looked out at the water and held each other, he behind her. They had begun kissing again, her hand on his crotch when the doorbell rang. The Doorman usually brought up smaller items and food when it was delivered, and Kirk slipped him a tip before closing and locking the door. He looked again at Miss Evelyn Clara Rose, remembering the strange whispers he had heard earlier. She seemed to be looking at him with an intensity he had not noticed before, as though she could see into his soul. She was a strikingly beautiful woman he thought to himself. Kirk returned to the kitchen with the bags of food. Charlotte had refilled their glasses and put the bottle on the table, returning to help plate the food. Kirk chuckled, thinking of the painting. "I thought you were going to hang a sheet over old lady Rose?" he asked pulling the pints of Thai food from the bags and handing them to Charlotte. "Hang a sheet over the building's matron, I don't think so. We can't do that," she replied spooning the pad thai onto the first plate. "Besides, she's part of us now." "Part of us?" "I mean connected to us. Since we have her apartment." "You said she was creepy." "I never said she was creepy," Charlotte continued, spreading the food onto the second plate. "I think she's beautiful, don't you?" she asked, emphasizing the last word. "Ah, I mean, I guess. Yes, she's pretty," he lied. "Can you imagine," she started, putting down the food and coming around the counter to Kirk and running her deep red fingernails through his hair. "How amazing it would feel to be her, to wear those beautiful gowns and have everyone want to be you?" She was looking directly into his eyes as she stroked his hair as if beseeching him to imagine another life. She kissed him lightly again before speaking again. "Can you imagine," she continued softly, just above a whisper, "what it would be like to feel so beautiful?" Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingertips tracing a circle around his nipple. "Wouldn't you like to be beautiful and desired my love?" Her voice now earnest to the point of hypnotic and seductive. His mind seemed to mull this thought over, dazed almost. It was as though he could feel her body, feel what it was like to be her. He heard the strange voice again in his mind. "Soon, my child. Soon we'll be united...Kirk." "Kirk...Kirk?" Charlotte's voice came to him. "Oh, yeah, I was just thinking...ah, do you want prawns or chili beef?" "Both, darling, I'm famished." They finished dinner, enjoying the good food and wine by candlelight, but Kirk couldn't shake the thoughts of Evelyn and the odd sensation he had felt. They leisurely left the table taking the dishes into the kitchen and blowing out the candles. Kirk finished placing everything into the dishwasher and retrieved a new bottle of wine, red this time, and two new glasses. He skillfully opened the bottle and poured the red liquid into glasses. Charlotte watched him as he came back over to her. "Tomorrow I have a surprise for you," she said again putting her arms around his neck. "After brunch I've booked you a spa treatment at Allyu." "Sounds good, I could use a massage." "Yes, you'll have that and a few other treatments. Should be about four hours." "That's a pretty long spa trip, what exactly am I having done?" She ran the back of her long fingernails up his face, examining its smoothness, feeling the blood red nail polish slide across his skin. "Massage. Probably a pedicure if there's time, and a little 'manscaping'." "Manscaping?" Kirk asked a little surprised. "Mmm...Yes," she responded again in her sultry voice running her hands down his body and back up again. "I want you clean head to toe." She kissed him at first softly but then more deeply, sensuously, before pulling away. "I don't know honey, you mean waxing? Won't that hurt?" She took his head in her hands, looking intently into his eyes. "Of course it will. You should know what us women go through to look good. And remember," she said in a whisper coming close to his face, a suggestive look on hers: "you belong to me this weekend and you'll do as I say." She whispered it at him in sultry tone, as if it was foreplay, but he couldn't help but think she meant it, like she was ordering him. "Speaking of which," she said, dropping her hand down into his. "Come with me, it's time for the main show." - III - His hips hurt. They throbbed actually like something was prying them apart. He thought about what he could have done to make them ache like this but could only think of last night. It had been another robust night of love making, lasting as long as Friday night's, but with fewer orgasms for him, three this time. He strode to the bathroom in the blue silk panties she had put on him before he fell asleep. He had to say, he kind of liked them, but he would never tell Charlotte that. He took a dose of ibuprofen for his hips and made a note to tell the massage therapist to work on them. They even looked swollen he thought, bigger than usual. The massage came before the waxing which came after a shower to get all the oils off his skin. The waxing was every bit as bad as he anticipated it being. Fortunately for him he wasn't as hairy as most, but his groin had stung in a way that would haunt him. As he looked in the mirror after the treatment, it occurred to him that he was quite literally as hair free as the day he was born. Even his face looked smooth and clean, he thought, like his beard hadn't come back in the night before. He had to admit, while it was an odd feeling, once the stinging had stopped, it felt kind of good. The air around him felt different. He was led finally, in his robe and towel into the main salon for his pedicure where Charlotte was waiting for him. They sat next to each other in the large massage chairs and had their feet put into a warm solution to soften everything up. While she enthusiastically peppered him with questions about how he felt, the nail technicians wheeled their carts over to begin their service. The woman rubbed his feet and cleaned up his nails but did not massage his calf, primarily not to get any oils or dirt into his newly exposed pores. Once she was done, she pulled out a bottle of lustrous pink polish. "Oh, ah, no, that's ok. You don't have to put that on," he politely protested. "Go ahead, Cheryl," Charlotte butted in. "It will be our little secret, honey," she said winking at him. Kirk watched intently as first the polish was put on his toes and then as it slowly dried. He felt very out of his element and kept having a sort of shock every time he looked down at his hairless legs and pink toes. But, if he was honest, it was also a bit of a thrill, sort of kinky. Charlotte, for her part, had had a manicure to start, her nails shined like justice, red talons at the end of her long feminine fingers. Cheryl now painted her toes a matching coat of deep blood red. They took a car home, not because it was too far to walk but because Charlotte didn't want him to perspire with his freshly waxed skin. She immediately put him in a pair of her cream-colored silk pajama bottoms and a matching silk robe. He protested thinking a pair of sweats would be a better choice, but he acquiesced to her pleas that he would not regret it. And, she was correct. The loose silk against his now incredibly sensitive skin was astonishing. At first it was electric but as his skin desensitized it began to feel sensual, erotic even. He slowly became aroused just sitting on the couch while they read, a condition that did not go unnoticed. "Either your reading pornography or you have decided you really like my pajamas," came Charlotte's voice from behind his book. "I'm not sure which is the better answer," he replied without lowering his tome. He heard her put her magazine down, rummaging through her handbag. Soon she had what she was looking for and the telltale sounds of her reapplying her lipstick could be heard. She got off the couch and moved to him, her body outlining the edges of his book until her figure surrounded it, dwarfing it. She kicked his feet off the coffee table without a word and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs so she could get between them. She had his attention now. When he put down the book, he could see the hungry look on her face, her red lips glistening. Her hands slide up the smooth fabric and her finger talons hooked the waist band pulling down the silk pajama bottoms, loosening his stiffening member. Charlotte lightly took his cock into her hand and brought him to full erection before sucking him into her mouth. She took him all the way in and as was her intention, left a red ring of lipstick around the base of his erection. Kirk moaned and sat back. His hairless crotch was more sensitive than it had ever been, and he was in ecstasy as she worked it up and down. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his rising orgasm unaware of the dark mist coming over the back of the couch, forming around his head. He unknowingly breathed it in and soon his mind was swimming, foggy and dim. He came hard in his fianc?e's mouth and she swallowed his seed down eagerly savoring the salty taste. He lay there contently while Charlotte returned to her handbag to fix her lipstick then went into the foyer for instructions. When she returned his flaccid phallus lay weakly against his hairless groin, a whither flower to its once mighty growth. She helped him pull the pajama's up and got him to his feet, smiling at the knowledge he was under her influence now. "Come, she wants to see you. But first I am to make you presentable." Charlotte took his hand and led him slowly back down to the bedroom. She left him standing in the middle of the room while she went into the walk- in closet. She came back with a full-length soft peach vintage satin night gown. She told him to remove his robe and silk pajamas and pulled the long gown over him, pulling it here and there for the best fit. "You're going to be beautiful darling, your hips are already filling out," she whispered to him, running her hands down his body. The words bounced around his brain but didn't take meaning. "Come, a few finishing touches before I present you to her." Charlotte took his hand again and led him to the bathroom where she put some light makeup on his soft face. Mascara, a light liner, blush and a peach lipstick to match his gown were applied in quick fashion. "Aren't you beautiful. You look just like her in the portrait," she spoke to him, making him look in the mirror as she ran her hand down the silken gown. "She will be so pleased when I present you." She escorted him back down the hall, the long gown swishing against his smooth skin. They turned the corner, entering the foyer where she positioned him in front of the large mirror. A dim figure soon formed behind the mirror "Spin for me." Kirk spun around slowly showing off the gown on his frame. "How many times has he been milked," came the voice again. "Nine times, Miss Rose," Charlotte replied. "Very good. A few more and we can be united. Come closer." Kirk dazedly stepped close to the mirror, his nose only inches from the glass. Slowly, a bulge formed in the glass in front of his chest, protruding outward. The glass seems to morph into a dark thin hand of a woman. Slowly it reached out until its palm touched Kirk's chest, as it did, he threw his head back and groaned. "Oh..." he exhaled and stepped back a few paces, bent slightly at the waist, shoulders slumped forward, chin down. His hands came up slowly as though he had been struck in the chest. He inhaled audibly and stood upright facing the mirror again at his full height. The silvery hand retreated slowly back into the mirror. Charlotte watched as the thin fabric of the night gown gently rose away from his chest and his hard nipples showing through. She smiled naughtily and took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom. This was progress but she had much more work to do her mistress's bidding this evening and she looked forward to every moment of it. *** He awoke the next morning to the lovely feel of the night gown's silk fabric as Charlotte caressed him. She lay next to him on the pillow, and when he opened his eyes, she kissed him gently but fully. As she did, she ran her hand down his back and across his ass and thigh, letting him feel the fabric against his entire body. He moaned into her kiss at the sensuousness of the feeling, mildly surprised at what he was wearing but remembering how kinky Charlotte had been all weekend. He returned the favor stroking her silk babydoll. He brought his hand around and kneaded her breast with his hand, lightly pinching her nipple as she liked. She brought her hand around and cupped his chest, pinching his now fuller nipple. A wicked smile drew across her face as he was shocked at the new sensation emanating from his chest. He looked down at the swollen area underneath the night gown. Small, but unmistakable breasts had sprung from his otherwise flat chest and they were incredibly sensitive. "What..." he started to ask but Charlotte quickly brought her finger to his lips silencing the question in his mouth. She pulled the strap of the night gown down his arm and the fabric fell away from the tiny bud of his virgin left breast. He watched as she brought first her head and then her soft lips to his exposed nipple. She extended her tongue and lightly flicked it. What he anticipated would be a dull sensation was in fact almost electric in its response. Charlotte didn't wait for his response but softly put her entire mouth onto his chest and began lightly sucking. Kirk inhaled deeply at the outrageous feeling coming from her efforts. He had no idea nipples could be so sensitive and while he was genuinely, deeply perplexed by what was happening he didn't want her to stop. She spent several moments on his left breast then pushed him flat on his back and pulled the right shoulder strap down, fully exposing his smooth soft chest. She again put her finger to his lips and began to work his right breast with her mouth, bringing her right hand up to his left breast still moist with her saliva. She used her thumb and index finger to play with his nipple, pinching it softly as she sucked heavily on his right breast. "Mmm... doesn't that feel exquisite my pet," she said lasciviously, still working his breasts with her hand and mouth. "Oh god, yes," he moaned confused and intensely aroused. She let her hand come off his breast and traverse the silk fabric of his abdomen to explore the state of things in his crotch. As she expected a tent had been raised, the lovely fabric of the night gown pushed up by his hardening erection. Charlotte threw the sheets back and pulled the hem of his night gown up to his belly button exposing his hardon. Without a word she swung her leg over his body, her babydoll briefly keeping both their modesties. She reached under the babydoll and took his member, aligning it with her now dripping sex. She guided him in, easily sliding down the length of his full shaft as they both groaned, picking up from where they left off the night before "Do you want me to fuck you, now?" she asked in a commanding tone, teasing him. "Oh, please," he begged, feeling her hot sex against his bare crotch for the first time. He was ecstatic. She started moving her hips back and forth, her tight crotch giving him pleasure across the whole of his erogenous member. She leaned forward, cupping his small breasts in her hands "You really are my bitch now," she almost snarled. He was shocked at her words but incredibly turned on at the same time. "Say it," she demanded, her own sex on fire with lust. She pulled off her lingerie hastily, letting her ample bosoms free. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "Oh," he groaned again as she again took his nipple into her mouth. "oh...oh, fuck me, please," he begged, earnestly, desperately. Charlotte increased her cadence, all semblance of control lost. He pumped in unison as she thrust and the two raced toward the inevitable. "Oh, yes," she cried out nearing her orgasm. "Yes, she needs you to cum. Oh...oh...god she will be so happy," Charlotte cried out lost in her own world. The words came to him though he did not understand; his brain filed them away. He was focused on only one thing and when she commanded him to release his seed, he exploded into her. Ropes of his ejaculate flooded her womb and they both grunted as the orgasms took hold of them. She pumped him for every last drop until he begged her to stop, grabbing her hips in protest. He was unaware of the multiple rounds of sex they had performed the night before whilst he was unconscious to the world, but his groin seemed to remember and needed rest. Charlotte fell on top of him, her nipples landing exactly on his own erect and electric bosoms. They lay there for a while, and after a time Kirk noticed his hips ached again. This time, his lower abdomen and the sides of his lower chest also started to feel strange. They didn't hurt or ache so much as the just felt tight, like something constricting was being wrapped around him. Charlotte came back to her senses and lifted her chest lightly off of him, just far enough for her hanging nipples to rub against his. She closed her eyes enjoying the small titillation. She gently swayed back and forth, her nipples agitating his, pleasing both of them, before she rolled off, silently headed to the bathroom. Many things were going through his mind, several questions for certain. He looked at the clock and realized he'd be late if he didn't get going. Kicking his legs around he arose from the bed, pulling the shoulder straps back on so that the gown hung down to its full length. He positioned himself in front of the mirror behind the door and examined himself. His reflection seemed softer in the mirror, not just because he wore a beautiful peach colored night gown but because his features were softer. There was no hair on any of his exposed skin save his head. Even his beard hadn't come back in. He moved side to side and felt the gown fluttery around his smooth legs and torso. He not only liked the feel, but he liked the look as well. For some reason, the night gown actually fit him, the chest perhaps a bit flat but if he wasn't mistaken, there was a feminine shape to his outline. Distant objections popped into the recesses of his brain, but he took another moment to admire how he looked in the gown before sliding the straps off his shoulders letting it fall. It seemed to slow its descent around his hips and then fell in a pile to the floor. The first thing that struck him, again, was how nude he was, completely devoid of hair. He was fortunate not to have any rash or sores from the waxing, so his skin was smooth and sensual. He got a thrill from just running his hands down his smooth arms. The buds of his breasts were the next unmistakable feature. The areolae were not as large as Charlotte's but clearly larger than he had had previously and the nipples themselves must have been twice or three times their old size. He touched them again, cupping the soft mounds of flesh that were now apparent. "Man boobs" he thought, only they weren't shaped right to call them that. He turned to the side to see how far they stuck out. Far enough he thought, mildly alarmed. That's when he noticed his midsection wasn't quite right either. His hips seemed softer and wider and continued around to a slightly plumper ass. And his abdomen, which had always been lean thanks to hard workouts, looked thinner as well such that it was clear his pelvis was now wider than his waist. Even his ribs looked like they tapered in more. "The hell," he thought out loud. Charlotte came back in from the bathroom and saw him examining his reflection. "Come on darling, you'll be late," she preached to him, snapping him out of his quandary. "yeah, yeah...but honey, something's different, don't you think?" "I think you've had a lot of sex and you're hungry. You didn't each much dinner, it's no wonder you look a little gaunt." He was hungry. He turned and walked over to her still naked. "And my nipples, how do you explain them and this flesh?" he said motioning to his chest. "Just lucky I guess," she said with a wry smile. His expression made it clear he wasn't content with that explanation. "What does it matter?" she tried again. "You're happy. You're healthy. Go get in the shower and get ready. We can talk more tonight." She grabbed him and kissed hard, aggressively even. As she did, she grabbed his balls. "Or we don't have to talk at all," she said suggestively. She released him and headed into the walk-in closet to put on her workout clothes. The conversation seemingly ended; Kirk walked into the bathroom to shower. When he came out ten minutes later, Charlotte had gone, but he found a pair of ivory white thong panties and a matching satin bralette laid out on the bed with a note. "These better be on you when I take off your clothes tonight - C" He put the satin thong panties on, adjusting himself for comfort, thankful that the front was wide enough to hold him, then looked at the bralette. He picked it up and examined it. There was nothing confusing about it, small satin triangles demarcated the front. "Maybe I'll just see," he thought and pulled on the lingerie. As he walked to the mirror, he adjusted it so that the band fit under his now soft mounds, the satin of the fabric catching the meat of his breasts and nipples. Kirk studied his reflection. The white thong and bralette hung nicely on his hairless body, as though they were meant for it. His smooth legs and chest were in large part why they didn't seem out of place. The pink toenail polish further helped. "Wouldn't you like to be beautiful and desired Kirk?" Charlotte's words from the day before came back to him. "Who wouldn't," he thought, staring at himself. He spun around each way seeing how he looked, and he decided he liked what he saw. He felt beautiful in a way. Besides, it might be a little thrill to be wearing these items under his suit. It would keep him in the mood for tonight he convinced himself. - IV - Kirk got off the elevator and undid the button of his suit jacket as he always did. He moved through the lobby, waiving at the receptionist as he always did and walked down the long hall to his office. His secretary, Kathleen was already stationed at her desk outside his office. She looked up as he walked toward her, a quizzical look on her face. "Hey what's up?" asked Kirk noting the look on her face. "Oh, nothing. But, are you feeling alright? You look really thin," she replied noting how Kirk's pants didn't seem to fit him at the waist. Kirk looked down and realized it was more obvious then he had realized. "Oh, ah...no, I didn't eat that much this weekend. Had a bit of some stomach bug when I got back on Friday," he lied quickly. He pulled his suit jacket closed again, buttoning the top button again. "Ok, well eat your lunch today," Kathleen offered. "Oh, and Mr. Harris's office called, he needs to reschedule so your morning is open." "Thanks, Kathleen," Kirk replied heading to his desk. Kirk spent the better part of the next hour searching the internet for explanations of what might be happening to his body, but to no avail. There simply was no, non-fiction discussion of anything like what Kirk was experiencing. He quickly found several sites that had stories of men morphing into women and the like, but his was a fact-finding mission so he quickly discarded the links. By the time his first coffee was gone he decided to abandon the search for scientific explanation. He'd just have to talk it with Charlotte when he got home. The rest of the day went by like any other for the most part. At noon, he chuckled when a large lunch arrived, thanks to Kathleen who seemed on a mission to plumpen him back up. His work engrossed him for most of the rest of the day and he was only really aware of anything odd when he walked between meetings or used the men's room. He swore his chest was still swelling as he could feel the pull of the lovely bralette under his oxford clothe shirt. He had to say, the satin fabric felt delicious against his sensitive nipples. Toward the end of the afternoon while he sat in his office, his calendar devoid of meetings for the remainder of the day, he began to think back on the wonderful but crazy weekend. "Something really had gotten into Charlotte this weekend," he thought, "ever since he had gotten home Friday night. Almost like something happened while he was gone. He looked out the window of his office back at the skyline of south Chicago, mulling that thought. She had been so dominant with him, which he liked, but was very out of character for her. Snippets of the weekend danced through his head. All the sex, the outfits, the panties, lipstick, nail polish, the peach night gown. He ran his hand across his smooth face. And the hair... "Why had she wanted me to get waxed?" he wondered. "Because women don't have body hair," his mind responded. Women did not have body hair... Then he remembered some of the odd things she had done over the weekend. Charlotte was always fairly immaculate in her dress, but weekends were usually for relaxing unless they were going out. She had dressed to the nines all weekend, again out of character. And she had given him a blow job in a tea house! How could he forget that? But it was some of the things she said that seemed so out of place. For one thing, she had taken a sudden and positive stance on the old painting in the front hall. Only last week, she had wanted to put a sheet over it and then this weekend she was enamored of it. He flashed back to Charlotte in the kitchen talking about the woman in the painting. "Can you imagine how amazing it would feel to be her, to wear those beautiful gowns and have everyone want to be you?" She had said. Charlotte didn't romanticize much of anything much less women in the early part of the last century. And then there were the words she had spoken both this morning and in the bathroom of the tea house. She had used the third person. "She wants you to cum. She needs you to cum...She will be so happy," she had said. "What did that mean," he wondered out loud. The voice! How could he have forgotten? Perhaps the weirdest part of the weekend was the voice he had heard in his head. "Soon, my child. Soon we will be united" it had said. "Yeah, what the fuck was that?" he said out loud turning back around to his desk and computer. His brain was fully engaged now, sensing there was a connection between all these things. She was normal when I left for the trip last week and not normal when I came back... his mind was whirring trying to play out the facts into some sort of logical, cogent explanation. As he contemplated, he absently looked over at the small Halloween pumpkin Kathleen had put on the table by the door. Thoughts clicked into place. "Improbable," his logical mind told him. He recalled the Holmesian fallacy from his law school classes. 'Eliminate the impossible and whatever is left, no matter how improbably, must be the truth'. "Yeah but this is all impossible," he thought, rubbing his temples. He kept coming back to the painting. There was something odd about that damn thing. He seemed very attracted to it and heard voices when he touched it. And the weird statues and reliefs around the apartment and out in the hall. Cynthia has said Evelyn Mull had put those things in the building. Why were they so odd...? His fingers flew across the keys of his computer. It took him several minutes to let the google image search AI help him winnow down to the likely answer: "Lumeres". He read on. The Encyclopedia Britannica describes "the lemures of [Roman] Antiquity - spirits...restless ghosts of departed persons, who return to terrify and torment the living." "Wonderful! That's some Ghostbusters shit right there," he again said out loud. He spent the next forty-five minutes researching Miss Evelyn Clara Mull, nee Rose. Cynthia had been right about her connection to The Ivy. She had indeed been a strong benefactor to many parts of the city including the Society of the Roman Legion which sought to remember and revive the ancient Roman myths and stories. "So, using the "Ghostbusters" hypothesis, old lady Mull, a supporter of Roman antiquities, put little spirit statues up and down our hall and maybe in our apartment. She uses them to somehow possess my fianc?e, and is plotting something." He stared at his screen, worrying. "Come on man, what are you doing? You're going off the deep end here," he thought to himself. In what would prove to be tragic timing, a voice came to him from the door. Had he had a chance to think a little while longer he would likely have concluded it was not his fianc?e Charlotte White who was in danger. "Hey, looks like Kathleen already left. I'm out of here too Kirk. Going to grab a Halloween pint with some buddies if you want to join?" It was Tom Keeno, one of the junior lawyers. He checked his watch. 6:34PM. "Nah, I'm good. I have a few things to finish up here, and we have a party later tonight I'll need to get home for." "Alright, I'll catch you next time," Tom said turning to go. "Hey Tom," he called after him. "Hold up a sec." "Yeah man, what's up?" he responded leaning again on the door frame. "Hey, what do you know about "possession"," Kirk said, using air quotes. "As in 'the control a person intentionally exercises toward a thing'," he replied, quoting the legal definition. "Ha, no... I mean, yeah, I know the definition. No...No, I mean, you know "possession", like... in the movies." "I don't follow," Tom said. Kirk was about to try again, when Tom suddenly stood up straight and stepped back away from the doorway. "After you," he said smiling gesturing to the door. "Thank you," replied Charlotte coming into the office. She was again immaculately dressed in red heels, a dark designer pencil skirt with matching fitted suit jacket, and a red satin blouse. Her fall coat lay across her arm, handbag dangling beneath. She looked both sophisticated and hot. "I'm Charlotte White, Kirk's fianc?e," she said holding out her hand. "Hello, I'm Tom, one of the lawyer's on Kirk's team." "I'm sorry to interrupt," she said looking at the two men. Kirk stood and started to come around the desk. "Not at all, I was just leaving anyway," replied Tom. "It was a pleasure to meet you. Kirk, I'll catch you tomorrow." "Yeah Tom. See you later buddy," he called after the man. "Hey, what are you doing here," he asked her, kissing her on the cheek. "You look amazing by the way. Did you have a work function or something," he asked noting she was a little more dressy than usual. "No, no, just felt like looking good today. I had to drop something off a few blocks from here and took the chance you might still be here to surprise you." "That's great," he said, coming back around to his side of the desk. "Let me just shut some things down and we can go." Kirk quickly shut some of the tabs on his browser and deleted his browser history. With his luck some ghost in his apartment was a former computer scientist and would see what he was searching for. More particularly, Charlotte might see it. As he did that, Charlotte closed the door to his office, locking it, and quietly turned the blinds closed. He closed his laptop and turned around to get his bag. When he turned back around Charlotte was standing on his side of the desk. "I was thinking," she said, putting her hands on his chest, pretending to straighten his tie. She made appoint to rub and fondle his swollen breasts before leaning back on the desk in front of him, "before we go..." She brought her right leg up suggestively and rested her four-inch stiletto heel on the seat of his office chair, spreading her legs to the width of the shirt. "Perhaps we can have a little fun." "I mean...I don't know honey. If one of the partners walks in..." "I locked the door, sweetheart. Just a quick Halloween fuck, here on your desk? I need a good pounding before we go to that party tonight," she remarked wantonly. "What? Seriously, what's gotten into you lately? Are you alright?" he asked as she stroked his crotch. "Never better my love. Don't you like making love to me?" she said pretending to pout. She looked longingly into his eyes. He returned her gaze, noting the soft plump redness of her freshly coated lips. There was an alluring gleam to them, an inviting shine that absorbed his attention. He wanted to kiss those lips. He wanted to have those lips. Before he could protest further, she unzipped his fly and got her hand into his pants, cupping his balls through the satin thong he wore. He snapped back to alertness. "Oh, oh, honey, I don't...I don't know," he contested, already losing over to his servile desire to please her. Her hand slid up and down the satin material that held his stirring phallus making him moan softly. She cupped his balls with each stoke, stirring his juices all the more quickly. She next began to loosen his belt then unbuttoned his pants. By now he was in full support of her actions unable to protest. She tugged on the trousers to get them around his widened hips then let them fall to his knees. The thong held his expanding member in place against his hairless crotch. Kirk ran his hand up her right thigh sliding the skirt up as he did and noted the midnight blue colored stockings and the tab of the garter belt that held them up. "Are you sure you want to do this here, honey," Kirk finally asked, some recess of his mind still aware of where they were. "I've been thinking of you all day, baby, and how turned on your bra and panties must be making you," she said coyly. "I was worried about you. Besides, I want you in me." Her voice dripped of fake concern and debauchery. She reached up and pulled his tie, bringing his head down to her where she kissed him severely, transferring copious amounts of her lipstick on to his lips. She expertly pulled the hem of her pencil skirt up with her left hand and brought her left leg around him exposing her crotch. She kissed him for a few moments more then looked down at his crotch just in front of her. "That's what I really want." Charlotte pulled his white thong panties down to his mid-thigh, letting his almost full erection free and then reached down, sliding her own G- string to one side of her moistening sex for his easy access. Kirk bent at the knees slightly to bring his crotch down in line with her and she took up his member, guiding it to her awaiting pudendum. With two quick thrusts, Kirk was deep in her and moaning. He'd never had sex in his office before and assumed he never would with Charlotte who normally eschewed public displays of affection. The whole idea of it was hot. He held her firmly at the waist and she leaned back as far as she dared without knocking everything off his desk letting him pump her vigorously, arms strategically placed behind her like stanchions holding her up off the desk. She locked eyes on him, her besmirched ruby colored mouth agape, emitting small, pleasurous grunts with every thrust of his magnificent cock within her. Soon, as she could tell he was getting close to spilling his seed, her face took on a wicked, cocksure smile. "Oh, that's it baby. She only needs one more and you'll finally be hers." Charlotte again grabbed his tie and pulled him forward, kissing him just as he both finally realized the truth and hit the point of no return. Small puffs of black mist wafted from her nostrils into Kirk's nose infecting him as he filled her with the last of his seed. The ecstasy was incredible followed by shrouds of fog. As Kirk sent his last spirts of cum into her womb, he lost all consciousness, as though his mind were set to the side while another controlled motor function. Charlotte too, had enjoyed herself immensely, even while at the command of that which controlled her, and let her own orgasm cascade through her, her own juices glistening his scrotum. She wiped him off with tissues, crotch and mouth, tossing them casually into his waste bin and told him to pull his pants up while she situated her own undergarments and straightened out her skirt. Kirk had only just gotten his trousers up over his hips before they again widened slightly. His waist was now too small to fasten his belt even on the last hole. Charlotte buttoned his suit jacket to cover up the odd bunching the pants had at the waistband which was now too big for the waist it covered. Thankfully his widened hips held the trousers in place, low, but in place. She told him to wait there as she used the ladies' room across the hall to freshen herself and let the last of his seed fall from her. She casually freshened her makeup and reapplied her red lipstick, making sure her appearance would not give away any telltale signs of their copulation as they left the law offices. No one noticed Kirk as he left the office for the last time. The ride home was quiet, Kirk would be doing no more talking tonight. As instructed, Charlotte only needed to bring him back to the one who controlled her so the spirit could live again. The two exited the cab at the front door to The Ivy where the doorman already had the elevator waiting for them to head up to the sixth floor. Charlotte turned the key and pushed open the door to apartment 601, swinging around behind it to let Kirk in. The foyer lights were on, but the rest of the apartment was dark with little vestiges of light left from the day's Sun. She ushered Kirk to the center of the foyer and pulled open the large closet door before doffing her coat and suit jacket. Her beautiful blood red blouse shown in the foyer's light. She noted the garment bag hung on the rack where the doorman had delivered it. She spun and stepped to the portrait. "It is done," she spoke. "Excellent, bring him to me." Charlotte moved to Kirk who stood motionless, still in a daze. His features were softer still, the transformation well underway. She instructed him to remove his clothes, helping him as he did. She hung the suit and placed his shoes on the floor of the closet. Soon he stood in nothing but the white satin bralette holding back his bourgeoning bust line and his white satin thong, smaller in the front with less of a bulge. "She's ready for you my darling," she whispered into his ear looking at him in the mirror. "Won't it be wonderful! You'll not just be a woman, you'll be the woman, host to the matriarch of the building. What a magnificent life you'll lead now," Charlotte said wistfully. She took in his feminine reflection, pleased again with her choice to put him in bridal lingerie, a small gift to her mistress. She was about to urge him forward but paused, as if struggling with herself, fighting for control. "To the mirror Miss Charlotte." The voice beckoned her forward and this time she complied. She ushered Kirk in front of the mirror's glass, centering him, before stepping back, now only spectator in what was to come. "It is time child. Come to me that I may receive your offering." Kirk was unable to do anything other than comply so complete was her control of him. His body and defenses had slowly been winnowed away by the apparition's unwilling accomplice over the last several days. "As you wish," a voice came from his body. Stepping forward, his painted pink toes seemed to break through the now porous barrier between his world and hers. His body was consumed by the mirror as he stepped through and a silence fell upon the foyer. Charlotte watched, her lone reflection the only thing visible in the mirror; a single tear ran down her face. She could only watch as her love disappeared. Slowly, a dim figure began to reappear in the glass next to Charlotte's reflection. It grew in brightness and clarity as it seemed to approach the glass from the other side. Soon, the young glamourous body of Miss Evelyn Clara Rose stepped out into the foyer, nearly naked and perfect. Her blonde hair hung neatly around her head, and she wore the bridal lingerie Kirk had worn only moments ago. She took another step into the foyer and took her first, deep breath. "Ahh...," she exhaled. "At last." She turned on her bare feet to face Charlotte. "You were wonderful my dear," she said bringing her hand up to the girl's face and stroking it, wiping away the lone tear. "Such a beauty. And so stylish," she continued, running her hand down the smooth silk of Charlotte's red blouse. "We'll have so much fun you and me." She stared into Charlotte's eyes beaming before gesturing again to herself. "This underwear was a nice touch by the way. Now, I believe you have the rest of my clothes?" "Yes ma'am," Charlotte responded softly, turning to the closet. She opened the closet door and pulled out the garment bag. She brought it back around and unzipped it, revealing a three-quarters sleeved vintage 1950's embroidery dress. The evening gown was crafted in lace with floral embroidery and a soft pink background. "Oh, isn't it beautiful," Evelyn gushed, taking the garment from the bag and holding it up to herself in the mirror. "I had one just like it back in the day." Charlotte returned to the closet fetching the bag of undergarments, stockings and shoes she had put there earlier in the day and to get the petticoat that would give the dress's skirt its customary volume. Evelyn traded the white lingerie for the undergarments in the bag and petticoat and was soon ready for the dress. Charlotte unzipped the back zipper before holding the dress up for her. Evelyn ducked underneath the hem as Charlotte brought the dress down over her torso and the petticoat. Evelyn turned and Charlotte zipped her into the dress and buttoned the top button at the back of the neck. "There now, that is a dress, isn't it?" Evelyn admired into the mirror. "Where are my shoes, darling?" Charlotte retrieve the pink heels from the closet and brought them back to her, dropping down to help Evelyn slide each foot in. Evelyn turned back to the mirror again beaming, clearly very pleased with herself. Before she could say another word, a knock came at the door. "Oh. Be a dear and see who that is will you please," Evelyn said pleasantly to Charlotte. The younger woman crossed around her possessor and went to the door. "It is Mr. Grant, Miss Rose," Charlotte alerted her, still looking through the door's eye piece. "Very good. Let him in please, darling," she replied still turning this way and that in her new dress. Charlotte opened the door. "Good evening Charlotte!" Mr. Grant said amiably. "How do you do Mr. Grant. Won't you please come in," she requested perfunctorily, gesturing into the foyer. The older gentleman in a dark pinstriped suit stepped into the apartment. "Please, do call me Bill, won't you? Now that you're part of The Ivy family," he said, giving Charlotte a peck on the cheek. "Ah, there she is!" he exclaimed, putting down his leather briefcase and opening his arms to Evelyn. "How wonderful to have you back Evelyn! Elizabeth is so excited to see you!" "Oh, thank you Bill," she replied enthusiastically, embracing him in a large hug. Bill stepped back, his hands still on her shoulders but examining her. "Don't you look fabulous. Oh, I'm so thrilled for you that this all worked out." "As am I. Our wonderful girl Charlotte here did her part masterfully, I must say. Well done Charlotte! I couldn't have done this without you," she said cheerfully, as though the girl had had a choice in the matter. Charlotte stood facing them, arms at her sides, hands in fists by her thighs. Her eyes were squinting as she looked at the two of them, like she was in deep concentration. The two watched Charlotte as she began to shake ever so slightly, as though she were tensing every muscle in her body at once. She closed her eyes and her face flushed a scarlet red in concentration. Within a moment she let out a loud groan as if she were pushing something from her. With a final effort she shot her eyes open. Black mist fell out of her body, crashing to the floor all around her in a silent "whomp". She exhaled loudly; the exertion evident in her reddened face. "YOU!" she yelled, pointing at the woman in front of her. "What did you do with him! Where is Kirk, you bitch!" she exclaimed coming right up to Evelyn. The mist retreated under the front door, like a beaten dog slinking away, back to its perch in the hallway. "Charlotte, Charlotte, it's alright, dear," said Bill stepping in front of her grabbing her shoulders, correctly guessing Charlotte might grow violent. "Calm down. We can talk about this." "Where is he! What have you done with him!" she continued, on the verge of hysterics. "He is fine my dear," Evelyn said in a calm and reassuring voice behind Bill. "He is here, with me," she said gesturing to herself. "And there," she said motioning to the mirror. Charlotte looked from the woman to the mirror and back. Bill let her go and stepped back a bit, ready to jump between them again. "What did you make me do," she accused, tears quickly forming in her eye and falling down her cheek just as fast. "I did what I must, my dear. I have many things to do in this world and I must, from time to time, "resurrect" myself," she said calmly using air quotes. "You two have done me a great service, you and that man of yours. You helped me reunify myself with the world so that we may move forward." "I don't...I don't even understand. How? Why?" "Well, I've come to understand a few things about this world and the hereafter," Evelyn started. "With the right preparation the end needn't be, well, the end. So, with the help of Bill and my other board members, when the time comes, we find a person or two like yourselves and employ their help. I assure you, you'll be well compensated for your trouble." "For my trouble?!" Charlotte asked incredulously. "My fianc?e is...is, whatever you've done to him. I don't care what your issues are, bring him back here right now and get out of my apartment." "Well, now," interrupted Bill calmly, "let me clear that little bit up for you. It is Evelyn's apartment I'm afraid. In fact, she owns the whole building you see. You are in her apartment as per your lease." "Bill here is the best lawyer in the city," Evelyn added, confidently. "Speaking of which, did you bring the papers?" "Oh, yes. I have them right here, Evelyn," he said bending over to retrieve his briefcase. "Everything as you requested. Depending on her choice of course," he added, nodding at Charlotte. "Wait, what does that mean, 'Depending on her choice'? What did you mean by that?" "It means exactly that my dear, which set of papers we need depends on what you choose," Evelyn said calmly. "What?! What do I have to choose? Where is Kirk?" "Darling, calm down for a moment and let me explain. We picked the two of you for a very specific reason and I have to say we made an excellent choice with whom to work. Now it is the only fair thing to do to let you choose what happens next," Evelyn said walking around Grant toward Charlotte as if to console her. "We're not monsters after all." Charlotte backed slowly around and away from her. "What choice do I have? Bring Kirk back!" "Well, darling, I'm afraid Kirk is...gone. "Subsumed" might be the best word for it. Nevertheless, you do now have a few choices," she said coming to the spot where Charlotte had stood. "Your first choice is that you can join him in the great hereafter, or you can stay here and live your life." "Kirk is gone? ...Gone, gone? Like forever gone?" she asked tearfully, still not wanting to believe. "Well...yes, I'm afraid so," replied Evelyn as if apologetically stating the obvious. "But you walked out of it," she said pointing to the mirror. "Just call him back out!" Charlotte spun around and pounded heavily on the glass, tears still streaming down her face. "Kirk!! Kirk! Can you hear me! It's Charlotte. Come back!" She pounded several more times on the sturdy glass, calling and yelling for him but nothing happened. The other two seemed to wait patiently while she tired out or injured her hand. Several moments passed before Evelyn spoke again. "Darling, Kirk is, as you said, 'gone, gone'," her tone soft and nurturing. "I know that's a bit of a shock, but we needed him you see, to allow me to come back." Charlotte turned back around facing her, wiping tears from her cheeks. Her hands throbbed and she rubbed them as she looked from Evelyn to Bill and back. "But why? That doesn't even make sense. Why take a man if you want to come back as a woman?" The desperation in her voice was palpable. "Yes, it is an excellent question for which I don't have an excellent answer I'm afraid, except to say, it doesn't work if I try to incorporate a woman's body. You see, men are easier to weaken, and the body must be weak for me to call it forth. It was easiest to have my minions take control of you and have you use your, ah...considerable charm to slowly take his energies away from him. You see we need the man to be weak but not sick. I need a healthy vessel which is why we can't just go find some terminally ill patient." "And bravo, my dear, you were something to behold. I'm sure you've pieced this together, but every time you made love to that boy, he gave more and more of himself until he couldn't possibly defend himself from me." Charlotte stood, stunned, trying to take these revelations in and make sense of them. She started to cry again. Tears falling down her face. Defeat washing over her. "Oh, darling, don't cry," Evelyn said consolingly. She wrapped her arms around the young woman pressing close to her. The petticoats in her skirt gave a satisfying rustling sound as their two bodies pushed together. Her scent filled Charlotte's nostrils as the two women embraced. "There's no need to cry for some man. Your path hasn't changed it's just different now. We have so much more to do, to accomplish. We can do those things together you and me, we just need to move on." She lifted Charlotte's chin so that the two women were looking at each other face to face. Using her considerable powers of persuasion, she slowly perverted Charlotte's mind, twisting her to her perspective. "Aren't you ready to move on? You and I are so alike. You don't define yourself and your future through the men in your life and neither do I. We make our own future and yours is right in front of you," she said staring into Charlotte's eyes, continuing her manipulation. "But the things you made me do..." "Were things any red-blooded woman should feel she can do. You were able to finally take control and feel the way you wanted to feel. I didn't make you do anything specific; you did what you wanted to, what you felt. Wasn't it marvelous? Didn't you like feeling in control, unbridled by some notion of what was expected of you? Didn't if feel good to take control of love making? Have you ever felt better?" Evelyn gazed upon her, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the lights of the foyer. Charlotte was momentarily stunned, not only by the powerful statements but also at the beauty of this woman and her sensual touch, even her smell. As she leaned in, Charlotte did not repel Evelyn's lips and the soft, erotic kiss she gave her. There was an electricity to her kiss that scintillated Charlotte. Try as she might, she just couldn't seem to resist. Maybe it was all the sexual energy from the past few days that still lingered, but she kissed Evelyn back for a few moments before coming back to her senses and pulling away stunned. "You see? We could be quite the team you and me. You're very beautiful," Evelyn said running her finger over Charlotte's ear, replacing a stray strand of hair. "You're sophisticated and sexy, together we could do some wonderful things, don't you think?" She kissed Charlotte again softly wrapping her arms securely around the young woman's red silken shirt, enjoying the taste of her matching red lipstick. The girl seemed to melt into her kiss, intoxicated by the woman in every way. Most couldn't resist Evelyn, especially not when she was in The Ivy. "There now, I've become very fond of you darling. I think I'd like to spend my days with you. Wouldn't that be lovely?" Evelyn said, still stroking her hair. Charlotte was still confused. Confused by the events of the past few days and confused at the attraction she couldn't seem to help but have for Miss Evelyn Clara Rose. "So, first things first. Will you stay in the world with us? Enjoy a long fruitful life? Or go?" It was an abrupt way to end the question but the starkness of it seemed to snap Charlotte back to her senses. She wasn't ready to "go" whatever that meant. She certainly didn't want to die. "Hmm? What will it be? We have paperwork for whichever," she said casually gesturing again to Bill. "I...I'll stay..." "Excellent!" Evelyn pronounced before Charlotte could get her next word out. "We have the paperwork for poor Mr. Soliman's demise. I think you'll find he left you quite a lot for a young man in his position, congratulations! And you weren't even married...well "officially". Lord knows you weren't going to be a virgin bride, though were you?" She winked at Charlotte. The vague insult only added to the swirling, confusing information in Charlotte's head. "Now," Evelyn started again, her arm still around Charlotte. "Since you've decided to stay, it's only fair I reward you for your considerable help these last several days. As I said, I have many things left to do, wonderful things, great things. And we know that you too have many aspirations in this city and beyond, don't you? As my recompense, I will share this life with you as my spouse." "Bill," she said turning to the lawyer. "Is The Ivy ready for a lesbian couple do you suppose?" "Well... I'm sure we've had several already over the years, especially in your women's only part of the building, but yes, we wish to move forward with the times. For the right couple that is," Bill replied. "Ah, there, you see darling," she said turning back to Charlotte "We could be the most dazzling femme lesbian couple in the city. What do you say?" she said, again seducing Charlotte into a third smoldering kiss. Charlotte's head was spinning, utterly. She couldn't deny her sudden attraction to this aberration, nor reconcile that attraction with what Evelyn had done to both her and Kirk. "I...I don't know. I mean...my family. Kids...my...dreams...could I do all that as a...a lesbian?" "If you prefer, you can be a man. Be my husband. Bill do you have that paperwork as well?" "I do indeed," he said patting his briefcase. "New identity, new background; we'll have everything worked out if that's what you would prefer Charlotte." "Oh, and my job at your firm?" Evelyn asked off hand. "You're our newest partner, Evelyn. Congratulations!" "Oh wonderful! There now, see Charlotte my darling? All is ready, no matter what you choose. So, what will it be?" "I can be me? Or I could be a man? Be your husband?" she asked contemplatively. "That is correct." "But that's crazy..." Charlotte said, though she did not doubt Evelyn could make it so. "Perhaps it is. Regardless, we have a Halloween party to attend and I have to put my makeup on before we go, so listen closely for what is to happen next. The choice is yours, and you only have to choose. Come back to me as a man, or step back out as the woman you are. Either way." "Step back out? What do you mean by..." Before she could finish her question, Evelyn shoved Charlotte backward into the mirror which swallowed her completely. *** Epilogue Evelyn removed her stylish gloves and reached into her blood red Herm?s crocodile Birkin bag to extract the apartment number for Mr. Antonio Martinez. She pulled down her designer sunglasses, the better to read the slip of paper. "321B" She pushed the glasses back up the bridge of her nose and continued down the crumbling sidewalk path of this near west side apartment complex toward building number three. If she was worried her Gabriela Hearst designer jacket would stand out in this neighborhood, she didn't show it. Ditto the Christian Louboutin shoes. The late afternoon sun was just setting down below the roof lines of some of the taller buildings to the west, when finally, she knocked on apartment 321B. A young but worn-down woman answered the door. "Si?" "Se?ora Mart?nez? Yo soy Evelyn Rose. I am a partner at Grant, Fuller and Thom law firm here in Chicago. I believe a Mr. Soliman has been working with you?" "Si," she replied, turning her head quickly as if to see who might be behind her. She brought her voice down to almost a whisper. "But he has no call me back." "Yes, I understand. Not to worry, I will be taking your case, ah, pro bono of course." "Oh," she said. "He was so nice." "Indeed, but I'm afraid he is...no longer available. I am, however, completely aware of the details of the case. May I come in to speak with you?" "Dios mio...I don't think it's such a good idea, Se?ora Rose. My husband Antonio is here now." "Excellent. I should think we can take care of this right now," Evelyn said putting her hand on the door and starting to push. Ms. Mart?nez was hesitant to let the door swing open, resisting slightly. "It's ok, Anna," she said using the woman's name. "Let me in." Anna let the door swing on its own and soon Evelyn was in the apartment. "You have a lovely home, Ms. Mart?nez," she said loudly, looking around the smartly appointed abode. "My fianc?e decorated our apartment, but it doesn't feel as homey as this." "Anna! Qui?n es," came a man's voice from the bedroom just off the living room. "Es solo mi amiga, Evelyn," she replied, a worried look spreading on her face. "Evelyn qui?n?" he asked coming from the room into view. Anna started to respond but Evelyn put her hand on her arm to stop her. "Antonio Mart?nez, si?" "Yeah, who are you lady?" a tone of annoyance tinging his words as he switched to English. She waited as he approached her, stopping a few feet from the two women. "Ah, yes. Now I understand," she said studying him closely. She had come because she knew all of Kirk's cases and because this woman was in need and the courts were useless. She despised men who bullied or intimidated women. Her plan was to use her position to scare the shit out of the man, threaten him to be good, but now that she saw him, she knew what the issue was. "What luck!" she thought to herself. "Mr. Mart?nez, you have been making poor Anna's life here very difficult, and I dare say more than a bit frightening." "The fuck?" he said, an angry expression morphing his face. He looked between the two women as if thinking about which one he was more angry with. "The "fuck" is you need to stop menacing your wife Antonio," Evelyn said in a firm voice, all pretenses gone. "Luckily for you, I believe I can help you." Antonio was mildly shocked this gringa with the expensive clothes would talk to him like that in his own house. If he wasn't so hungover, he might show her why it was a bad idea to disrespect him. "A couple months ago you had an interview at The Ivy, didn't you?" "What's it to you lady," he said taking a step to her. "I believe you may have, ah, inadvertently brought something home with you? A small figurine perhaps? Made of stone, about this tall," she said holding her thumb and index finger wide apart. A confused look came across his face. "It's not a problem Antonio. Give it to me and I'll be on my way. I think you'll find you will feel much better. Like your conscience has been lifted." "Si, he did bring back a figurilla that day, for Javier our son. Novio, where did you put it?" Anna asked heading straight for the living room, hoping to avoid a bigger confrontation from her volatile husband. "It doesn't matter, what has a stone doll got to do with anything. It's a toy for my kid." Evelyn did not respond to his question, instead just nodded as if contemplating his words. "Ah, aqu? est?!" came Anna's voice from the other room. Soon she returned, the small idol in her hand. Evelyn recognized it immediately and smiled broadly. "Ah, perfect. Well done Anna!" she cheered the woman. "May I..." she asked holding her hand out. She took off her sunglasses with her other hand and placed them in the Birken bag hanging from her arm. Anna handed the small stone figurine to her and she held it up to examine it. The figurine, perhaps six inches tall and two inches in diameter was not particularly remarkable. It resembled some sort of humanoid and had no real expression on its face. It looked slightly creepy but otherwise rather benign. Still, it was an odd choice to give to a child Evelyn thought. She continued her examination turning it over and around as she did. It was in fine condition, likely as Antonio had found it. The collector in her was relieved as was the curator in her. These figures weren't to be trifled with. "I found it in by the back door where they wanted us to come in for the interview. It was just sitting under a bush, so I brought it home for the kids to play with." "I understand, Mr. Martinez. I'm sure The Ivy will be relieved to get it back. Clearly someone wanted to get away with this figurine. They are lucky such a good father was the one to find it, don't you think?" she asked with a sort of leading tone. Antonio stood there, not sure if he was in trouble of if he should be mad this lady was taking his stuff. Evelyn closed her hand around the small idol and brought it close to Antonio, still at arm's length from her. Whisps of a black mist seem to emanate from him as she did, dissipating like steam coming from a warm body on a cold Chicago day. Antonio didn't see the mist, but Anna did and crossed herself; a stunned look on her face. "How do you feel Mr. Martinez?" "I...I feel...better," he said brightening, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, much better Se?ora Evelyn. Gracias. Thank you!" he exclaimed, turning to his wife. "Anna! Mi mascota, ?me siento mucho mejor! Es como magia! Lo siento mucho mi amor. No fui yo," he pleaded taking her hand, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "No, it wasn't you, Antonio, you are correct. Anna, I don't think you'll have any more problems with this one," she said, putting the totem into her bag and retrieving a business card and her glasses. "If you do, call me," she said and handed her card to the woman. "And you, Antonio," she said stepping close to him. "I better not hear about you menacing your wife anymore, or anyone for that matter. Si?" She looked him straight in the eyes and what he saw there frightened him. "Si, si, of course. I love my wife se?ora. She will not have any problems from me," he stammered obsequiously, before crossing himself. She returned her sunglasses to her face and let the straps of her Berkin bag slide to the crook of her arm. "Excellent! Best of luck to you both," she smiled at them, before turning on her heels and heading out the door. As she walked back to the car, she looked at her watch to see how late it was. "Perfect," she thought to herself. "No point in going back to the office." Her thoughts instead turned to opening a bottle of expensive wine and ravishing her fianc?e. She still had so many things she wanted to do with this body. She pulled her phone out of her bag as she approached the car and hit a stored speed dial number. "Hello darling! I'm on my way home. Be ready for me..." *** As always, please take a moment and let me know what you think of this story. I love feedback and it only makes the next stories better! Love - Alice