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Gender Bending Investigations Part 4 - Distractions and Discoveries By Farleven I hated to admit that I was glowing. Not only had I managed to work my way on to one of Patrick Oswald's special projects, but I'd also gotten him into bed or at least close enough. For all the sex I'd had over the last few weeks, I had to admit my time with him had been the best. It was hard to explain exactly why. He'd started off as considerate as anyone, but the way he took command, the way he ravished me had cut through my defenses. "Well, you look happy." Raikins' android stand in sounded pleased as well. We were barely a week into my mission and I'd already gotten in deeper than we could have hoped. "And why shouldn't I be? I got the official invite to Oswald's special project team this morning. If I'm lucky, I'll have a chance to get into his files from there, if not, I can hope that the connection I made last night can get me in deeper," I replied. I almost hoped for that. If I needed to work my charms on Oswald again, I wouldn't really hesitate. In fact, I almost hoped for the opportunity, whether I really needed to or not. "Fair enough. I assume you'll be starting next week," Raikins continued. "I expect you'll show them the same level of competence that got you in. I'm curious about what this project is. I've been digging through your notes last night and checking against our other sources. If we assume the recent reassignments of other top employees is any indication, he's assembled quite a team." "I assumed the same. I tried to figure out what kind of project it was based on those reassignments, but there are just too many options. I'll have to wait until I start on Monday and hope that I will get enough information to work with." I wasn't about to leave all the research needs up to Raikins and the other agents back at headquarters. I knew most of them were competent, but I still had years worth of files stuffed into my head. I had to at least cross check their answers with my own analysis. "Well, at least we aren't going to be chasing our tails for long." Raikins nodded. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?" "Just catch up on the research notes that your team has been putting together. I did tell Oswald he could contact me if he liked, but he had a meeting in California so I'm not expecting him," I explained. It wasn't the most exciting weekend, but after the craziness of this week, I could use the rest. Odd as it may sound reviewing records was a chance to ground myself as much as it was for information. So much had changed since I started this mission that I knew I would risk my sense of self if I didn't get a chance to touch base. The combination of becoming a woman, taking on a new job and a new life was more disconcerting than I had expected. There were times I almost fell into it and let myself go. This new life was strangely alluring in ways I'd never expected. The conditioning I'd undergone with my transformation had made my new womanhood only a bit strange and having something akin to friends and interesting projects made it easy to forget just why I was there. Most of all, the sex was rattling me to my very core. I wasn't entirely sure I could give that up. "Sounds like a good plan. Rest up, I'm sure next week will be even more intense." Raikins was finished. I knew the routine well enough by now. Everything had gone well enough that I hadn't needed much help. That was good, but it also left us with little official business to take care of. I scooted over to give the android a hug. At least I knew he could feel those. Just as I wrapped my arms around him, I heard a knock at the door. I jumped a bit. There weren't many people who knew where I lived, just a couple of coworkers, and I certainly didn't expect to see them. Raikins got up as well. While I went to the door, he quickly moved back into a closet. It wasn't the most dignified thing to do, but it meant I didn't have to be rude to whoever it was that had come for a visit. I quickly checked the door monitor. I was more than a bit surprised to see Linda and Susan standing there. Linda waved at the door camera with a big smile as Susan hung back. I braced myself and opened the door. Linda bolted right inside. "I hope you don't mind the company," Susan stated in a way that told me I wasn't going to get rid of them quickly. I wondered just why they'd popped in, but I knew I wouldn't have long to wait. "No, it's fine." I pulled on my more chipper demeanor and smiled at them. Given Linda's energetic entrance I had a feeling that I wouldn't mind whatever it was they'd come for. "Oh, I heard you had a little private time with Patrick last night." Linda giggled as she pulled me over to the couch. "He is such a hunk." I blushed a bit. I still hadn't quite gotten used to how free everyone around here was with their sexuality. I'd come to enjoy it, but talking about it so bluntly was kind of embarrassing. I just nodded and Linda beamed. "It also seems that you might have gotten a new job." Susan took a seat on the other side of me. For a moment I felt rather surrounded, with a spunky blond on one side and a reserved Asian on the other. I had to admit that my pussy started to quiver a bit from the closeness. I was still getting used to being around women so much. My assertive bisexuality was having a distinct effect upon me as well. "Yeah, it's kind of hard to turn him down." I felt Linda snuggling up on my right side. "Don't we know it." Linda giggled. "There's something about him that just makes it hard to resist anything he wants. Of course, he does a good job of making sure you never regret saying yes." Susan gave a rather cool nod of agreement. I could only imagine what Linda and Oswald would have done, not to mention Susan. It wasn't hard to believe Linda jumping all over anyone who wanted to fuck her, but Susan was much harder to place. I knew from experience just how energetic she could be in bed, but for some reason I had a harder time seeing her and Oswald together even if only for one night. "Yeah, he does a good job of that." I blushed again as I remembered last night. Those memories only stoked me even more. I was quickly becoming aroused. There was something a bit more direct in the way Linda was snuggling up next to me and the way she let her breasts press against my arm. "So, we thought we should give you a little bit of a goodbye before you disappeared." Susan pulled up from the other side and before I knew it, the svelte Asian pulled me over and gave me a warm and passionate kiss. My heart skipped a beat at the sudden intimacy. I certainly hadn't expected Susan to do something like that. While I was busy tongue wrestling Susan, Linda had decided to slide her hand up my bare thigh and under my skirt. I shuddered as her fingers traced patterns all the way to me warm center. She teased me through my panties, running her fingers over the softness of my tender folds until I started to squirm. Susan didn't give me the chance to focus on that as she sent her hands over my chest and started to play with my breasts. Since I hadn't planned on heading out today I wasn't even wearing a bra and her fingers easily squeezed my soft flesh. It didn't take me long to succumb to their assault. It wasn't easy to focus on much when someone was stroking your pussy, squeezing your boobs and giving you tongue diving kiss. I couldn't resist joining in, and Susan soon found me running my hands over her lean body. She wasn't wearing much more than a thin blouse and I slid my hands up and under the bottom and was stroking her smooth bare skin. I could feel the shivers of pleasure run through her as I worked my way towards her tender breasts. Linda moved in from the other side and I felt her breasts press into my arm and side again. She'd pulled my panties aside now and was running her fingers along my wet slit and gently rubbing my clit again before moving back down. I slid my legs open as far as I could while sandwiched between these two sexy minx. Then she leaned in and whispered into my ear. "How about we move to your bed?" Linda cooed as she gave my pussy a rubbing that had my hips quivering with eagerness. The whole experience of sex with other women was a novelty for me. I'd certainly enjoyed moments of it during our recent orgies, but now with just the two of them, there was an entire difference in the intimacy of it. I didn't really need to answer. Susan slid off of my leg and the two of them helped me to my feet while their spare hands continued to stroke my sensitive spots. As we walked they skillfully undressed everyone as we walked towards my bed. The whole time I was little more than a quivering mess. The skirts and panties were the easiest, they just slid them off and we stepped out of them, almost in unison. They had both worn button up blouses, so it didn't take much for them to open up those buttons and pull them off. They saved my shirt until we were just before my bed and then they pulled it off in one big flow of shirt and hair. Then we were three equally naked women and they pushed me onto the bed. Before I could do anything else, Linda pounced on me. Her large breasts pressed into mine as she leaned down for her kiss. I flailed under her for a moment before I reached for her breasts. Her soft melons felt huge to my delicate little fingers, and I quickly moved to playing with her tender nipples until she started to moan. She wasn't about to let me have all the fun though, and I felt her fingers between my legs. I moaned as she rubbed her fingers along my slit in that perfect way that only made my pussy quiver for more. Our mutual cries of pleasure echoed around the room as we continued to stroke and squeeze each other. Then in a sudden flurry of motion Linda slid her arms around me and pulled me tight before she rolled us over. Now, I was on top of her with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I felt hands sliding over my thighs as Linda smiled up at me. I swung around to see Susan moving into position behind me with a rather thick looking dildo strapped between her legs. I didn't need to be told what to do at that point, I shuffled back a bit, until I was now bent over the side of the bed with my ass jutting into the air and my pussy exposed. I worked my legs open a bit further for Susan as Linda pulled out from under me far enough so that her hairless pussy was right below my chin. The aroma of arousal filled my nose and I dived in. I savored the taste of her juices as Susan started to stroke her fingers over my own dripping slit. The raw needs of the flesh were hard to deny, and I wasn't about to. The novelty of sex as a woman still hadn't worn out. The feeling of being so pleasurably penetrated was unreal and alluring, as was the way my orgasms could simply roll over themselves to become a tide of ecstasy that could easily consume me. Most of all the sense of being dominated and having another person taking control of my pleasure was intense. Sure, I could act, and eagerly did, but I couldn't very well make them thrust harder or faster, it wasn't under my control. I whimpered as Susan began sliding the hard plastic cock along my slit. I knew she was using my juices to lubricate the fake manhood. I was helplessly eager for it. Linda had already stoked my fires and as good as it felt to press my naked body against hers, I ached to feel my pussy stuffed full. It was all I could do to keep any focus on my work between Linda's legs. It was a challenge that I eagerly embrace. There wasn't much I enjoyed more than hearing the sounds of someone cumming when I was about to do the same. Just as I was sliding my tongue over the length of Linda's slit, I felt Susan sliding her dildo into my quivering pussy. She took it slow, allowing me to savor the sensation of my pussy lips slowly opening up for the thick shaft. I was wet enough that Susan didn't have to do much to work the dildo in, so she kept up the teasing operation, pressing in just a little and then pulling back almost as much. I whimpered and squirmed as she slowly filled me up, but she held my hips so that I didn't simply push back and impale myself. Linda started to squirm as well. I was so distracted by the action between my legs that I had stopped working on Linda's wet folds. I was only holding myself above her pussy and panting, my warm breaths coasting over he hot pussy. It had to have been torture, and as soon as I realized it, I did my best to dive in again and started to nibble on the folds of her slit. It was hard while Susan continued her glacial pace, but I did my best. "My you're a hot little one," Susan grunted as she finally slid home and I felt her hips press into my upturned ass. There was a special sense of fullness when my pussy was completely stuffed. Whether Susan had done it intentionally or not, the dildo she'd picked felt like it was a perfect fit, long enough to reach my deepest depths and thick enough to stretch me almost to the point of discomfort. It was a wonderful feeling, at least for a moment before the urge to be fucked started to boil up inside me. "Oh, that's so big!" I took a moment to sigh before diving between Linda's legs again. I had started to slide my fingers around the entrance to Linda's pussy as well, helping to fire her up even more. I could feel her clenching around me, eager for something harder and deeper. "Oh, Karen, just right there..." Linda moaned when I slid a finger in and started to rub inside her pussy. She started to quiver around me and I repeated the stroke. Linda squealed and tensed around me again. I didn't stop. My lips pressed into the top of her slit and I started to suck around her clit as I ran my tongue along the top of her folds. She started to go wild as my fingers and mouth attacked her in unison. Susan wasn't about to be left out. As Linda cried out in pleasure, Susan firmed up her grip on my waist and started to pull the dildo back. I shuddered at the growing sense of emptiness, and a renewed fervor of anticipation for the return stroke. I braced myself for it and moaned into Linda's pussy when the filling thrust came. My fingers sank into the sheets as Susan worked up a smooth rhythm. She was so controlled, each stroke was even, in and out. It felt so good and yet with every thrust, I wanted more. It was hard to describe, but my pussy was aching for another hard fucking, and her tame thrusts were doing little more than teasing me. I tried to distract myself with Linda's sweet pussy. There was a perverse satisfaction that came from making her wiggle and squirm at my touch. Her hands had come down to stroke my hair as I worked between her legs, and occasionally she grasped hard around my head when I managed to hit just the right spot. The fun of it helped keep my mind off of the torment that Susan's subdued fucking was building. Even with my attempts to distract myself, I couldn't stop from wiggling and squirming my ass every time she thrust in. I squeezed down on the dildo, even though I knew Susan couldn't feel it. All of my instinctive attempts at coaxing more from her did nothing, and she kept up her smooth, teasing rhythm, stretching me until I was about to burst and then drawing back until the tip of the fake cock had just slid out of me and was nestled between my eager pussy lips. I wasn't sure how long that went on. I kept licking and nibbling at Linda's wet folds and Susan kept slowly impaling me. I was almost afraid it would go on forever. It felt good, wickedly good, but that ache for more just kept growing. Eventually, I realized that I was really starting to tense up, that the measured pace Susan had maintained was having a bigger effect than I had thought. That growing need had masked the pent up pleasure that I suddenly realized was about to burst inside me. I'd never imagined such a technique and now I was wavering on the edge of a massive orgasm, all I needed was for her to let go. "Oh... oh god, just fuck me!" I lifted up my chin to yell out after her last thrust. I was nearly at the end of my wits with my whole body quivering and eager for release. The distinct aroma of our shared arousal only added more intensity to the moment. I needed her to finish what she started. Susan just laughed and gave my ass a gentle rub. The rhythm of that thrusting dildo didn't alter in the slightest. I wanted to scream out from frustration. The wicked denial was starting to unravel my senses, and I tried to make my own attempt at satisfying my own needs. She was prepared for that, though, and grabbed my hips to keep me from fucking her back. Now, I cried out, the need had grown too much and I couldn't even move to satisfy it. Linda's hands pulled my head back down and I tried to resume attending to her needs. It was so hard, every filling thrust left me shuddering, and every withdraw drew my attention back to my seething and empty passage. I didn't know what to do. In the fleeting moments of clarity, I would lick and nibble Linda before Susan would press in or pull out and my mind would almost blank out again. I was coming apart at the seams. My world collapsed around one focus, the seething passage between my legs and the aching need that had filled my whole being. I was now clamping down with my pussy constantly, and the feeling of Susan's thrusts grew more intense despite the fact that she hadn't changed her rhythm in the least. Then when I thought I couldn't take any more, Susan pulled out of me again and gave me one hard thrust, hard enough to split me open in an instant and sting where her hips struck my ass. Everything exploded. My whole body shook, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. A rush of hot, burning pleasure crashed through me, flowing from my pussy as a tidal wave. I collapsed on the bed, the sensations so strong that I could only whimper as I gasped for air. I'd never imagined anything so intense and I simply quaked between Linda's spread thighs with my pussy still filled to the brim with Susan's dildo. They let me rest like that for a while. It felt like forever as I coasted on a seemingly unending rush of pleasure. Susan stroked my ass and thighs while Linda stroked my arms, shoulders and hair. It felt so good. I didn't move, all I could do was bask in the warm afterglow. What else could I do? Time had lost much of its meaning to me, but after a while, Susan slowly withdrew, and the two of them helped pull me onto the bed. I was glad that I'd gotten a larger bed when I soon found myself pressed between two lovely naked women. They continued to stroke and rub me as I recovered, and the pleasure slowly ebbed away. I was turned towards Susan when the world finally started to come back into focus. She was smiling at me, or at least doing her best impression of a smile. It was barely a smirk, but for Susan she may as well have been beaming. "That was amazing..." I gasped and gave her a quick peck on top of her nose. I'd have tried for her lips, but I was still too much of a wet noodle to move more than a few inches in any direction. "That's her specialty." Linda giggled from the other side. "We wanted to make sure you got a proper send off, in case you considered not coming back to see us." I managed to laugh a bit at that. If I had any doubts about dropping in on them again, they'd all pretty much been melted away now. As long as I stayed in this body, I would do my best to see these two as often as I could. It simply felt too good not to. I was starting to get back my strength now, so I reached over and slid my hand up Susan's bare flank. "So what's next?" I smiled into her sparkling eyes. We all laughed. The day was far too young to end now, and the three of us had plenty of kinky notions to try out. Before we were done and left piled in a heap of exhausted, sweaty helplessness, we made a good chunk of the way through each of our imaginations. I could only wonder how much Raikins had been able to see of the show as he hid out in the closet. No doubt, I'd be able to get a playback later from the android's feed. I knew it would be well worth watching. *** The rest of the weekend was far less eventful. I managed to review the new information that the home office team had collected while I'd been undercover. There wasn't anything that really stood out. Oswald's companies continued to suck up the competition and expand their market share. The more I reviewed the data, the more I felt like there was a pattern in it. I still couldn't see what it was though. There was simply too much activity and I was sure a lot of it was simply a smoke screen for whatever it was he was planning. The one thing I was sure of, Oswald was trying to hide something. I tried to make sense of what it was, but nothing seemed to come together. His companies had expanded to the point where they were almost in every industry imaginable, and he was making moves on plenty that weren't already in his sphere yet. He clearly wasn't trying to take over every market, but he must have been intent on pulling something from those businesses, at least those he wasn't using as a smoke screen. I considered how to approach the coming week as well. I may have gotten into one of Oswald's confidential projects, but that didn't mean I'd learn much. I spent some time trying to guess where he could really use my skills, but that was too broad a number of options to be useful. Ultimately, I just had to wait. Thankfully, it wasn't a long wait. I decided not to dress up for my first day. I wasn't quite in the mood, and I suspected that where I was going the team would care far more about effectiveness than appearance. I kept it to just a plain blouse and pants. That didn't mean I still didn't look rather stunning, but I wasn't trying to emphasize it. My new office was across town. A quick ride on the train got me there. I'd barely stepped inside when a rather tall man in a very sharp suit walked up to me. "Welcome Ms. Broden. Would you please follow me. We need you to go through entry procedures before I can escort you to your team." He smiled warmly and held out his hand towards a set of doors off to the side of the lobby. This building was so unlike the one I had been working at. Everything here was simple, functional and understated. The lobby was no more than a hallway between a few unmarked doors and the bay of elevators that were blocked off by a another glass door. There was no obvious way to open them, which must mean that they were automatic and monitored. There wasn't even an obvious security presence, but I suspected that one of these doors hid that. "What kind of entry procedures?" I asked. I wasn't surprised. If this was a secret project, they weren't going to just let me stroll right in. I just hoped the Agency guys who built up my background had made it foolproof. If anyone could figure out I was undercover, I would expect that Oswald's background checks would be very capable of the job. "Well, you've already been screened. Mr. Oswald reviewed your records personally. This is just to go over our procedures with you and get you entered into the security system. That way you'll have access to the required parts of our facility here," he explained as he opened one of the unmarked doors and held it for me. I walked into a small room, just big enough for two chairs and a small shared desk. There were a pair of tablets on top of the desk. "Now, just take a seat and we can go over your new contract. There are some updates on confidentiality and security procedures that need review," he added and we both took our seats. The contracts were standard enough for a high tech firm and a secret project. I did a proper review and asked questions that someone still new to their career would ask. It was all boring enough. The security procedures weren't much different. I had to go through a full body scan for the imprint. Apparently they had these scanners all over the building and a tracking system so that they could account for my whereabouts at all times. I would be scanned at entry and when using any door to confirm my identity and to ensure that no information was removed from the facility. All personal devices had to be stored and all implanted devices would need to have a memory reset after each visit. Luckily, I didn't have any implants. I was rather impressed by the security. I suspected that I wasn't even seeing the majority of it. It wouldn't be easy to get in or out of here if you weren't authorized, and getting information out was almost as hard. Thankfully, my photographic memory would help us get around that little issue. I didn't really believe I needed to smuggle anything out. What I hoped to learn here was that missing puzzle piece that would make the rest of our information come together. "So are we done?" I asked after finishing another scan. Apparently, they used multi-spectrum scans to catch as many things as possible. It also meant it would be virtually impossible to impersonate me and get into the facility. "That's right. Mr. Oswald is waiting for you." The suited man now took me over to the elevators and took me up several floors. I noticed that the elevator had no numbers or controls. The system knew where I needed to go and there was simply no way to go somewhere else. I suspected it wouldn't even move if the people inside needed to stop on different floors. When the elevator opened, it was an entirely different feeling. The suited man held back in the lift and I stepped out into an entire floor that was clearly Oswald's alone. The room was open, and ringed by windows that looked out over the city. Sculptures, paintings and lounging furniture filled most of the room, aside from the space right in front of the elevator door, where something resembling an office had been built up. There was a small desk and a couple of screens. A pair of comfortable chairs sat across from Oswald and he motioned me over to them. "Good morning, Patrick." I smiled as I walked over. He returned my grin and got up so he could sit on the edge of his desk. It was a small gesture at making himself less intimidating. Even though we'd shared a passionate interlude a few days ago, he was still my boss and ruler of a financial empire. I gave him a sharp look as I sat down. "A girl can get the wrong idea when you don't call the next day." He laughed. "I suppose that's some of those old Midwestern values. I hope you'll accept my apologies for that. I hate to admit that I've gotten a bit loose with my manners. When you're a trillionaire there aren't too many people willing to correct you on your people skills." "Well, you did invite me here, so I think I can forgive you this time." I nodded. "So, I suppose you're wondering why you're here and not digging into your new assignment." He picked up a tablet from his desk and handed it over to me. "Well, kind of. I mean a CEO usually doesn't...." I trailed off as I saw the first page of the report that he had just handed me. "You.... really? Mars?" "Yep, Mars. I realized long ago that there wasn't a way that any government on Earth would ever really get us there and do much more than collect a few samples and come home. I can't say it's been my only project, but once I realized I was positioned to make it happen about five years ago, I've been working to see it gets done," he explained as I started to devour the opening summary. He gave me a moment to let his project sink in. "So you don't want to just go there..." I stammered as I kept reading. Even the abstract was fascinating. I'd dreamed about this kind of trip since I was a boy, but there was more to this plan than just landing a couple of astronauts. "That's right, I've got a full colonization plan. The terraforming team has almost completed their project. We've actually managed a couple of sample retrievals to test our techniques on native Martian soil and it checks out. With a combination of bacteria and nanobots we'll be able to transform parts of Mars into an Earth like paradise within about ten years. We've even been able to snag a comet that will help us to replenish the atmosphere to something close enough to Earth for our purposes. We've got solar collectors that can be tuned to warm the planet to something comfortable for Earth life." He beamed as he explained. I looked up in shock. All of this had been done in secret, all of them were offshoots of projects he'd done with more terrestrial goals in mind. I'd even reviewed them, but this one bit of knowledge joined so many mysteries together. "That's amazing, but why do you need me?" I asked. It certainly sounded like he had everything he needed. Not only what he'd already done, but the types of people he must have access to. What could one twenty something young woman possibly contribute? "Well, we've missed something. We've been simulating the colonization and so far, every colony fails within roughly twenty years. The casualty rates are rather harrowing. We've accounted for everything we can think of, disease, social strife, supplies, crop failures, environmental disruption or inadequacy. All the details are in that report. What I want is a fresh pair of eyes, someone who doesn't know anything, but is good at sifting through data. You're one of the best data analysts I've seen, and all the others are already working on this project. I need you to try and find what it is that's breaking things down," he explained. I couldn't deny the fact that a fresh pair of eyes was often a wonderful way to figure out a problem in a system. "But, surely there are others that would be better..." I started to say. "Nonsense. You've got the skills, and you're not bogged down by middle aged pessimism. You also don't know enough about the topic, so ask questions, sometimes a good question is worth a hundred answers." He waved his hand around the room. "Feel free to set up anywhere in here. There's a request form on your tablet so if you need anything, feel free to ask. If I'm in don't worry about bothering me either. This is one of my top projects." I sat back and digested what he was saying for a moment. This was certainly not what I was expecting. He may have hinted at it the other day at the party. The way he'd spent billions of dollars to rid the city of light pollution so that he could see the Milky Way from a downtown skyscraper was certainly a sign. He had no trouble using his resources for big stuff, and not taking credit at the same time. Hell, he hadn't even told people what his real goals were. "But why? I mean, why Mars? Why terraform it?" I asked. It was just too much. As far as I knew, Mars was basically a frozen desert. There were a few surviving microbes that had managed to make it from the ancient times when Mars had been far more hospitable, but otherwise there was nothing there. Sure, it was a lot of big empty and earth had become a pretty crowded place, but even if it all worked, this was still a huge and doubtlessly expensive operation. "Honestly, I always wanted to go there. That's a bit selfish, but I also worry that we've become too complacent and tied to a single world. Even with our commercial space projects we simply haven't managed a big push to expand the real human frontier. There are only a few thousand workers bringing in ore or maintaining the orbital power platforms. Even the tourist industry barely limps along. No one is willing to invest, we're all just stuck down here." He turned and looked out towards the city. "It's more than just that. Even if others pushed for more investment, it's just propagating the problem we've had since the dawn of civilization. The only time big things happen is when they get done for powerful people. We've gotten so tied up with money, that those powerful people just turned to pulling out more for themselves. I couldn't stand watching it. So when I saw that I could start moving us in a new direction I took it," he continued. "But aren't you now one of those powerful people?" I prodded. I could hear the contempt in his voice when he talked about powerful people. I had to point out the irony. "I suppose so. I try not to let that go to my head. Honestly, I think the difference is in the why. There have been plenty of rich and powerful through history and most of us got there by an unrelenting drive to achieve just that, power and riches were the goal. I was never in the game to get rich, but I knew I would need to if I ever hoped to pull off what I really wanted," he answered. "I still don't get the why." "Simple, make a better world, and get people to start dreaming again and start exploring the next great frontier." He smiled. "So that's why I need you to figure out what we missed on our colonization plan. Can you do it?" I nodded. I was beginning to think he was being sincere. There was still something that didn't add up here, but a lot more was making sense. He was right that his project would never get off the ground if he wasn't the one pushing it. There wasn't any real profit in colonizing Mars, even if it was possible. The costs were just too high, and the risk of failure too politically damaging. Even investors would likely jump ship if they caught wind of it, so he cloaked the whole project in other more tame projects, slowly building up the technology and expertise he would need. "Excellent. Now, I've got some meetings for the next few hours. If you're up for it, I'd love to take you out for dinner tonight, I know a great place," he offered as he gathered up his own tablet. "Yeah, I'd love to." I smiled at the sudden change of topic. It wasn't hard to agree to a fancy dinner on him. I certainly wanted to keep building whatever kind of relationship this was, and I had to admit I was kind of looking forward to a good hard fucking as well. I couldn't be sure he'd go for that again, but I could hope. "Good, I'll be back by five. Now, just relax and work through what you can. Don't forget to ask for help when you need it. My team will jump to help you as much as possible," he explained and before I could say much more he was off. Now I was alone in his office. I suppose the isolation was purposeful. I had to process a lot of information. Even if I needed to consult with others, I didn't need to be in a lab or anything to review notes. Maybe at some time in the future, but for now all I really required was a comfortable place to sit and time to go through the reports. I walked around the floor once. It still shocked me that he'd set aside so much space for himself. The room was still stunning. I noticed that a lot of his art was rather inspirational, celebrating pioneers and innovation. I finally settled on a comfortable spot overlooking the water. I slid onto a nice chair and started in on the reports. I devoured them. I shared some of Oswald's enthusiasm for space exploration and his reports were fascinating reading. The technology they'd developed was stunning, everything from the bulk transformation process to the tools for efficiently turning the Martian desert into a fertile plain for human settlers. He was right about needing help though. My layman knowledge of space tech was soon shown to be woefully ignorant about almost everything. I checked some reference material, but was soon conversing with the various departments to figure out most of the details. I hadn't even noticed that it had become five o'clock and Oswald returned. I'd also barely made much of a dent in the information. "So, I can see you need a break." He smiled as he popped up next to me. I must have looked rather harried. I had several tablets spread around me, each one turned to different report so it was easier for me to cross reference information. "Oh! Is it five already?" I checked the time with a shock. How could I let so much time slip away? "Yep, and if you had to ask that, you really do need to stop. Everything will be waiting for you tomorrow." He reached down for my hand. I let him help me up and then I quickly arranged the tablets so I could pick things up tomorrow. "I really wanted to thank you for bringing me in on this. I kind of feel like I'm back in school, but this whole project is just amazing." I tried to fight down a squeal. It was hard not to throw my whole self into this project, even given my mission from the Agency. If I could help make a Mars colony real, how could I turn that down? "I hoped that you'd feel that way. Just don't rush anything, we have time to get this right. So, why don't we head out." He motioned towards the elevator. This is the point where I realize that I was still wearing little more than a T-shirt and jeans. Oswald was looking much better in a blazer and slacks. It at least looked like a good business casual style. I wasn't in anyway dress for something much fancier than fast food. "Um... don't you think, maybe I should change into something nicer?" I motioned down at my rather plain attire. "Well, I can guarantee that no one will say a thing about your outfit where we're going, but if you like we can stop down at the company lounge. They have a small wardrobe you can pick something from." Oswald took me over to the elevator. I considered the notion as I stepped inside. "Okay, I'll take a look." I grinned. I could only imagine what I'd find there. If the lounge was anything like the last one I'd seen, I guessed that I'd find more costumes than real outfits. "Don't worry, it's not some fetish stockpile. We like to keep a selection of formal wear for events since most of the teams go pretty casual around here." He laughed as the elevator came open again. "Feel free to take your time, I want you to be comfortable." "Thanks." I followed him over to a rather extended wardrobe that sat beside the lounge. I hadn't expected such a selection, and it ran on for quite some distance. There were an array of outfits in pretty much every size you could imagine. Most were one type of formal or another, though there were some nice casual outfits as well. I found the way to my size and started wading through my choices. Just what kind of an impression should I be trying for? I could go strictly business, but that seemed to be cold. Did I want to go slinky? I had to admit, the notion of traipsing around in a little black dress was alluring in a way I hadn't imagined until now. Was it because I liked him? Did I really like him? The very notion was insane. I was here to investigate him! I'd heard it was always a danger with undercover assignments. That intellectual understanding didn't have much of an impact on my feelings though. I took a deep breath. This wasn't the time to get pulled into my emotions. I still needed to keep close to Oswald until I got the data I needed. He wanted to go out to dinner, and I needed to project a desire to attract him. I held onto this rationalization as hard as I could and tried to ignore everything else. The rest would just have to be worked through later. I took one more run through the closet, but I had to be honest, there just wasn't anything that compared to the slinky black dresses. I grabbed a couple that were roughly my size and went over to the changing room to quickly try them on. I stripped off my shirt and pants and was lucky enough that the first dress I tried fit perfectly. I took a moment to check out my reflection. I had gotten used to seeing my cute and feminine face, but taking in the whole of my new svelte body was always a bit stunning. In this dress it was something else entirely. The dress was cut so that my breasts were supported, but on display. Granted, I didn't really need much support so I had removed my bra and left myself with just the thin straps of the dress to maintain my modesty. The neck line showed off the top of my breasts and cleavage nicely. The silky material hung on my curves as well, showing off my slender waist all the way down to my thighs. Of course that also meant it showed off the elastic band of my panties as well. That just ruined the look, and I struggled for a moment. I wanted to look hot, but going without panties was another level of risque I wasn't sure I wanted to jump on. I had to admit that the notion was kind of thrilling as well, though. I'd be going out, exposed and open and while some may guess, no one would really know that for certain. If my ultimate goal for the evening was to get him in bed, then it certainly wouldn't hurt that cause either. He might even find it titillating. So the panties came off as well and joined the stack of clothes I'd built up. I took a moment to primp in the mirror again and straighten out my dress a bit. It felt kind of strange going out wearing only a dress and a pair of dress shoes. I'd certainly never done anything like this when I'd been a guy, and it wouldn't have felt the same way even if I had. Being a woman in a slinky dress was an entirely unique experience. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." I flashed him a smile when I bounced back to where Oswald was waiting. He turned to look at me and for a moment I could see the surprise and satisfaction on his face when he saw me. His eyes tried to be respectful, but clearly did a full appraisal as slowly as he thought he could get away with. I didn't mind, really, in fact, I felt rather smug from grabbing his attention so well. "Oh, well, any wait would be worth seeing you like this. You look stunning." He smiled and held out his arm. He looked so strange with his arm hooking out like that and looking at me expectantly. It took a moment to realize what he was offering and I swung around and took his arm. Just another strangeness of being a woman, but it felt good to snuggle up against his side while we waited for the elevator. "Thank you." I blushed a bit from his compliment. It seemed like men liked to throw a lot of flattery at lovely women. I'd never realized how much, and it still made me feel kind of weird when I was the target. "I'm glad to see that you've thrown yourself at the project. I already heard back from several departments about your inquiries and they were all impressed. I knew I chose the right woman for the job." He smiled as rode the elevator. "I'm just amazed to be involved with this at all," I beamed. It had been a crazy day and even for the short time I'd worked on the project, I was almost overwhelmed by the depth and complexity of it. There was no doubt that he was serious about making a colony work. "I just hope I'm not the only one doing this kind of review." "Naturally. But I felt it would be better at this stage to keep you all separate." "So we don't contaminate each other." I nodded. It made sense. He was trying to keep as many fresh eyes on the project. He didn't want us to infect each other with our own notions of what was happening. The best plan was to keep everything isolated, at least for now. "Exactly. But enough about business. I know you'll be chewing on that all night, but I was hoping to get to know you a bit better." He gave me a warm glance. As intimate as we'd already been, we still didn't know each other on a personal level. I had to admit, even after years of studying him as an analyst in the Agency, I knew very little about him personally. "So long as it's mutual." I gave him an impish grin. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He stepped out when the elevator opened. There was a cab waiting for us and it set off as soon as we'd stepped inside. "So where are we going?" I asked as I settled into my seat. "Just a little place I own." He sat smugly for a moment. Then he laughed. "Ok, no humility here, it's Tops, over on second." "Wow." I let my jaw drop a little. I knew how far his empire extended, but there was still something special about going to the fanciest restaurant in town. It also occupied the top two floors of one of the tallest buildings in town. The wait list for an evening there was almost three months. For new years eve it was up to five years now. I'd never even considered going there. It really wasn't my style, but for Karen Borden, it was something she should be excited about. "I don't usually like half measures. If I want a nice meal, we go to the best place in town. I hope you don't mind." He relaxed as the buildings flew by. It still surprised me how fast cabs could go around town now that everything was self driving. There were just a few dedicated streets that allowed generic traffic, but the traffic control systems allowed us to speed across town at almost a hundred miles an hour. "How could I?' I laughed. Turn down a date at the fanciest place in town, with the richest man in the world? For a single young woman, there was almost no question about objecting, even if all you took away was bragging rights. "Well, then we're here." The door popped open and we made our way out. Tops had its own elevator complete with a red carpet entrance, a doorman and maitre d. Oswald did all the talking and I did all the gawking. The place was swanky in a way that defied my vocabulary. I had no words for it. I just followed along, feeling oddly like a lost puppy. Almost everyone was dressed to kill, and nearly every table was filled with local celebrities and people of influence from all walks of life. The waiters and waitresses were dressed in impeccable black suits and dresses. A live band provided the ambiance, though they kept to classical choices and at a volume that didn't challenge conversation. The mood was entirely calm, and refined. The dining room was enormous, filling almost the entire top floor of the building. Only a couple of elevators and a small hub for the staff sat at the center of the room. The floor was broken up into sections, some raised and some lowered to give each area a more intimate feeling. Lower sections were ringed with booths with tables filling the central areas while the raised section were only filled with tables. As Oswald navigated through the room, I noticed that there wasn't an empty table to be found. A couple were being cleared in a frantically graceful manner by the staff, and I guessed they wouldn't be vacant for more than a few moments. We headed up to one of the raised sections that overlooked the center of the city and the waterfront. There was a clear table here, right against the glass, with a small division of plants, offering a bit of privacy from the other tables. "There are some perks to being the owner." He smiled as he pulled out a chair. I stood there wondering just what he was doing and why he wasn't sitting down. Then it hit me and I blushed a bit, embarrassed to have forgotten my role for a moment. "Thank you." I flashed a smile at him as I sat down and let him help push my chair in. Naturally, as a guy the whole exercise felt a bit strange, but as a girl, I rather appreciated the gesture. "So you really own this?" I looked around. The notion would be crazy if it was anyone but Oswald. "Why not? They've got a great chef, excellent staff and the view can't be beat." He waved his hand out towards the sparkling lights of the city. It was like a sea of stars down there, twinkling as millions of people went about their business. The movement of the streets was like raceways with the cars zipping along the main streets and slower streams on the side streets. "Honestly, though, I'm still not used to having the kind of money I do. Buying a restaurant on a whim feels as crazy as it sounds. Still, I didn't do it all for fun, I've got their kitchen staff helping to design the foods for my auto-chef units for the initial stages of the project." Oswald winked at me. I laughed a bit. He had a way of tying all of his projects together. He needed help with the food for his initial colony team, before they'd be raising crops on Mars. So he picked out his favorite restaurant and bought it. In one stroke he gets to look like the dashing playboy and gets another piece for his bigger goal. A waiter swung by and handed us the menus and went over the specials. For an Agency analyst, the menu was almost like a foreign language. I rarely ate at any place that was more than fast food, and certainly not somewhere that the name of the chef was a serious selling point. "See anything you like?" Oswald asked as I pondered just what kind of meat came in half the dishes. I wasn't even sure if there was meat on the menu. I gave him a distressed look and he nodded. "Well then, I'd recommend the Verici Riodani. It's amazing. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm guessing it started out as a fish sometime before it got here." He put down his menu. "I may own the place, but I'm not in charge of the menu. People seem to like the flair of exotic names, so who am I to argue?" The conversation drifted from there. Food and drinks came by and I indulged in a bit of wine while I enjoyed the succulent dishes that appeared in front of me. Oswald was still every bit the mismatched character. He was far from the arrogant rouge capitalist of his media persona. His modest beginnings had been played as part of his rags to riches story, but I could see that he hadn't really left them behind. We swapped stories about how it was growing up smart in a small town. In the end, I found his company far more enjoyable than I would have ever guessed after having watched his public persona for so long. As we finished up our dessert, I felt a new mood starting to build between us. He was playing it casual, but there was little doubt where the subject was going to go next. "So, can I pick a place?" He sipped on his drink as I ate the last of my cake. "Oh, yes, that was amazing. Thank you," I said. I'd never eaten so well. That he was treating me only made it that much more enjoyable. I didn't even want to think about what the bill must have been. The menu had been devoid of prices. "My pleasure." He sat back. "So, I've had a pretty good time and I was just wondering..." "If I wouldn't mind going for coffee, at your place, maybe?" I finished his awkward sentence for him. I was getting used to the fact that he wasn't the suave operator he pretended to be sometimes. He liked things direct and clear. I felt an affinity to that, it was something in the way that software and data people thought. Of course that need for clarity only hurt at awkward moments like this. This time I got a chance to see him redden a bit. He squared his shoulders a bit and gave me a big smile. "Something like that." "Sure." I gave him my best lascivious grin. I was really beginning to enjoy playing the impish vixen. I'd never felt so playful as a man, but as a woman it just seemed to come naturally to me, especially with my rather elfish figure. I knew he didn't mind either. "Shall we?" He stood up and offered me his arm again. It wasn't like he had to wait for his bill. He did own the place. I slid onto his arm and pulled up tight. If I was anywhere but here, I might have ended up on the front page of the news, but this was not the kind of place to allow paparazzi. His car was waiting, and it wasn't long before we were zipping across the city again. His apartment wasn't far. He preferred living close to work, and while he did own several larger homes around the country, he rarely seemed to really live anywhere other than the apartment he had here. "I never could abide by those huge mansions," he explained as he walked me into his place. It was still a large suite, with a nice open kitchen and spacious living room. Still, it was a stark contrast from the raw wealth available to him. "They're always so big and empty feeling. You know." "It's nice to have the option though." I smiled. I'd never been able to afford much more than a single bedroom place, and it was far more compact than this. "I suppose so. I just keep the big places to entertain. When you're one of the richest men in the world, there are certain expectations when you throw a party." He went into the kitchen and came out with a couple of drinks. "It's not coffee, but I hope you enjoy it." I took a sip. I rarely drank much, but it was smooth and I knew it was going to go right to my head. I had learned that I didn't have much of a tolerance for alcohol in my new body. It wasn't that such a feature couldn't be added, it's just that it was such an obvious alteration that it would be instantly noticed in a medical exam. All it meant now was that I had to be careful to nurse my drinks. "Very nice." I smiled as we moved over to the couch with the best view of the city. As we settled in, he waved his hand and the lights dimmed to that perfect level where you could still see, but everything felt more cozy. "I'm glad you like it. Apparently, I bought the winery that made it last week. I got a couple of cases sent up from my finance guys." He laughed. "I can't imagine what it's like to have so much money that you don't even know that you bought a winery." I giggled and snuggled in closer. For Karen, it would be something of a turn on or at least exciting that she was going to be hopping into bed with someone so rich and so smart. It didn't hurt that he wasn't bad looking at all. Of course, we'd rather gotten past the first impression stages of a relationship, and I had to admit I was looking forward to what was about to happen next. "I'm not sure I really feel it either. It's just something that kind of happened. Throw in the work done to support the plan and sometimes I don't know what half my companies are doing. Sometimes it's almost too much just to keep up with what I'm doing." He draped his arm around me. His hand slid down my side, but he kept himself tame. We were both warming up, but were taking the time to savor the moment. "Well, I hope you're paying full attention now." I rubbed his thigh softly. It didn't take much for two people who liked each other to get excited. I could even feel him start to squirm a bit. My ardor was rising as well. I was still getting used to the warm squishiness that grew between my legs when I got horny. The sensation was so strange, but it also heralded so much pleasure to come. "There is nothing else on my mind." He pulled me in and gave me a hearty squeeze. I melted into him, then pushed up so I could give him a quick kiss. This was the perfect way to end a day like this. I had to admit that I was growing torn. The seduction had been a gambit at first, a simple way to get close to him, but I was beginning to really like him. I remembered my briefings and prep work, but I was starting to feel like there was something wrong with our assessments. That flash of concern was quickly dismissed when he slid a hand around and cupped my breast. I squirmed at the intimate caress. His hand was tender, and he massaged my softness gently until I started to coo. He might have his awkward moments, but he always knew how to treat a woman when the mood turned steamy. I relaxed and let him take charge. Maybe it was something to do with his confidence, but it was clear he liked to lead the way in bed. Almost as strangely, I enjoyed it as well. I'd never really considered the submissive role as a guy, or how hot it was to be dominated. There was a freedom that came with being told what to do. I didn't have to worry about my choices, all I had to do was enjoy the sensations of being ravished. Oswald's touch was quickly exciting me. He started to rub his hand up my thigh, higher and higher, until he gave me a knowing smile. I blushed a bit, knowing that he'd found that I wasn't wearing any panties, and he slid his hand over my bare ass. I felt rather naughty at that moment. I'd skipped them for rather practical reasons, but I knew it was partly to entice him at this moment as well. He didn't say a word. His other hand simply moved under my dress as well, and then in one wild fluid motion, he had the whole thing up over my head and floating over the back of the couch and I was completely naked. I felt a sudden chill, but it wasn't enough to cool the heat growing between my legs. He started to take off his shirt, and I didn't hesitate to go after his pants. I'd gotten good at unbuckling a man's belt from the other side, and quickly had him stripped bare as well. His cock throbbed eagerly between us as I pulled off his pants and underwear while he tossed away his shirt. I had to admit I'd come to appreciate the sight of a man all hard and ready to pounce. For a moment we sat there, each breathing deeply and gazing at each other. It was a visceral pause, I could feel my pussy quivering, eager to feel his throbbing hardness press into me. My whole body was tense with anticipation. I could barely wait for what was about to happen, and he let me linger on that fine edge long enough for me to almost growl with need. Then he made his move. He grabbed me again, wrapping his hands around my waist and then he threw me over his shoulder. I squealed in surprise as he stood up and carried me to his bedroom. I thrashed a bit, pretending to be the outraged woman I felt I should be, but in truth I found the whole notion wickedly arousing. "Let me down you brute!" I shouted while doing my best to keep from laughing. Somehow it felt ridiculous being handled like this. I hammer at his back with my fists, but nothing loosened his grip as he stopped in front of his bed. "Wah!" I squealed again as he lifted me off his shoulder and tossed me onto his bed. I landed on my back, my hair exploding around me. It felt so wild to be handled like some kind of toy, but I tried to regain some bit of dignity before he jumped onto the bed and pulled open my legs. His lips curved up lasciviously as his eyes sparkled with untamed passion. I only got a glimpse as he pounced upon me, pressing his hard naked flesh against my soft curves. I braced myself when I felt his manhood probing between my legs and then cried out when he seized my waist and thrust deep inside me with one hard push of his hips. "Oh, god!" I screamed as his cock drilled into me. I was suddenly full of cock, and he began thrusting into me with a hammering fury that shook his bed. His forceful rhythm had my whole body bouncing, especially my breasts. The savage pounding drove out every other thought, and I opened my legs wider for him and tried to meet his thrusts as his hands began to work their way over my body. His touch was as demanding as his pace. He squeezed and stroked up to my breasts and then he took them both in his hands and molded my tender orbs with delight. His fingers sank deep into my softness, my nipples were pinched and twisted and all the while a mixture of pleasure and pain had me reeling beneath him. Even when it hurt, it felt so good, I couldn't even articulate my pleasure any longer. All I could do was gasp and moan in unrestrained ecstasy as he ravaged me. With his cock plunging into my pussy and his hands squeezing my breasts, he pressed down and kissed me. His lips were forceful, demanding, and his tongue dove into my mouth. I was consumed by this final act, my whole consciousness descending into nothing more than a world of savage sensations and raw lust. We melted together like that, thrusting and writhing, moaning and gasping. It was intense, and I was fully at his mercy. It felt amazing, purely animalistic in a way that I could not deny. I just let myself go completely. My feminine instincts took over, stroking and squeezing him as I wrapped my arms around him. The power of our shared embrace quickly overwhelmed us. It was all I could do to hold myself together, and every motion only intensified the loss of control. My lust was all that drove me as our flesh became one. I was gasping and moaning as his grunts rose to a crescendo of passion. He squeezed my breasts tighter, forcing me to cry out as his hips slammed harder between my legs. Then he dove in for another demanding kiss and just as my lips met his, he gave me one last hard thrust. My body quaked as he ground into the depths of my pussy, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. Pleasure exploded inside me as my orgasm followed his release. My pussy clamped down on him while he filled me with his seed. My whole body shook as warmth spread through me. I savored the waves of sensation that coursed through me as we kissed. We were locked together as intimately as two people could be and I was fully embracing the experience. I knew this was just the opening salvo for our evening, a ravenous start to an evening of pleasure. It was too easy to lose myself like this. It wasn't long before nothing else seemed to matter beyond the pleasures of the flesh. Oswald's strength only served to turn me on more. The way he would direct me, control me, as we shared his bed, left me quivering with desire. He wasn't cruel. He was firm. He took what he wanted, but he was sure to always leave me satisfied as well. When we finally drew to a close, I was cuddled up against his naked chest as he slept. I felt too alive in that moment to just drift off, even though I was just as exhausted as he was. If only this could be all there was to life, but I knew it was more complicated than that. I knew I was drawing close to the end of this investigation. Somehow, I knew the final piece was hiding within the very data that Oswald wanted me to analyze. Once I found it, all of this new life would come crumbling down around me. I wasn't sure I wanted that, not anymore, not after what I'd learned. As I finally drifted off, I was left with one nagging question. What was I going to do? To be continued... Thanks for reading! Like it? Hate it? 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