“Hel-”
I clamped my hand back over his mouth before he could really get his cry for help out. God, this would have been so much easier if I could just kill these bastards, but my employers were all “life matters” with me. As far as I was concerned, whose life mattered was up for debate. But if I killed these guys, I’d negate my pay and that shit wasn’t about to happen. I needed my pockets lined and Jordan would totally chew me out for blowing an easy deal.
Well, since this son of a bitch couldn’t be trusted, or maybe he just didn’t think I was a threat, I was going to have to prove what a “naughty girl” I was. I added a little more pressure to my thighs and he screamed. When I felt one of his ribs snap and heard it, I hoped I’d gained some credibility in his eyes that I would fuck him up if he didn’t cooperate. He was struggling in my grip, trying his best to break free, but his weak human body wasn’t going anywhere.
“Are you ready to behave and do as I say?” I asked.
Tears flowed from his red-rimmed eyes and I wanted to break another rib because he was being a bitch. I hated people like him. All big and bad when they thought they had the upper hand. Well, now the ball was in my court and I didn’t have any qualms about playing dirty.
“Where’s your fucking laptop?” I asked.
“You’re going to have to fucking kill me before I tell you anything, you freak ass cunt!”
“Oh, now that’s not nice language at all. Should I rip out your teeth one by one? I won’t even need pliers. Wanna see?” I gripped his chin, forcing his mouth to stay open, then grabbed one of his crooked teeth and started to pull. His eyes watered and he started making more noise, so I snatched that little fucker out of his mouth, then flipped him over so he was on his back. I put a pillow over his face to muffle the pathetic sound of his wailing.
There was a knock at the door. “Boss, are you all right?”
Shit, should I let them in and take them out… or make this as stealth as possible? It wasn’t like I could have trusted this bastard to not cry for help. Best I took them out.
“Boss?” the guard called out again. When he didn’t get an answer, he replied. “I’m coming in.”
I hopped off the bed and met him at the door, grabbing his hand that held his gun out in front of him. That was a rookie mistake for this exact reason. It gave your opponent a chance to unarm you, which was what I did when I crushed his wrist. He screamed, alerting his partner. I kneed him in the guts, then gave him an uppercut to his jaw, knocking him unconscious. His partner shot at me and I ducked, but caught a bullet from his boss who was now shooting at me from across the bed.
The son of a bitch must have had a pistol in the room somewhere. I stood up and leaped across the bed, landing in front of Mr. Henley. I took another bullet to my thigh, fucker hurt like hell and I cried out, but that hadn’t stopped me from grabbing his hand and squeezing it until his bones cracked around the pistol.
“Ahhhhh!” he yelled, then I pulled him in front of me, using the bastard as a shield.
“Drop the gun,” I told his guard, “or he dies.”
“What the fuck are you?” the guard asked.
“Something you can’t defeat, so play nice or you’ll really piss me off,” I stated. “Now, drop your fucking gun.” Thankfully, the bruises I’d had on my skin from the two bullets I took were all gone, as was the pain.
“Do it,” Mr. Henley ordered and the guard obeyed.
“Good,” I said, then threw the gun I held, striking the guard on the right side of his forehead, knocking him out. Yeah, that was going to leave a mark.
I turned Mr. Henley around so he was facing me. He was grimacing in pain and breathing hard. Blood poured from his mouth where his tooth had once been. I was pretty proud of my handiwork.
“You are going to listen to me, you lowlife motherfucker. As you saw, I rendered your two guards useless in a matter of seconds. I also have no problem plucking every single one of your jagged ass teeth out of your mouth. Then I might start on your nails, seeing as I’m very skilled at breaking people with clever torture methods. But I’d rather not go to that extent. You stole something that doesn’t belong to you and I’m here to take it back. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either way, I’m not leaving until my mission is complete. So, what’s it going to be?”
“Who are you?”
“Who I am doesn’t matter. All you need to concern yourself with is what I’m going to do to you if you piss me off. So, easy or hard?”
“If I give you access to my laptop, I’ll lose everything,” he argued. “I have a lot of money riding on this deal.”
“So the fuck what? It was never yours to gain from anyway. Do you think I give a shit about your sob story?”
“I’ll double what they are paying you if you leave now,” he offered.
Okay, that was a tempting offer. “How much?”
“Ten thousand.”
“More like fifty,” I said. Actually, we were getting twenty, but I was charging him an extra ten for the hassle.
“I don’t have that much on me right now, but—”
“Then we don’t have a deal,” I snapped.
He growled at me. “I will hunt you down and kill you slowly,” he threatened. Of course, I’d heard such threats before. I wasn’t impressed.
“I wonder how you’ll be able to tell anyone to hunt me down if I cut out your tongue, cut off your hands, gouge out your eyes, and rip off your ears. You know, you can survive without all of those appendages and parts. Wanna see?”
“NO!” he gasped as he shook with a mixture of fear and rage.
Where is it?”
He nodded toward the wall and I looked to see it was blank. “It’s there?”
“Secret panel. Dial nine, seven, three, eight on the phone without picking up the receiver, then hit the red ‘hold’ button,” the jerk said.
“This better not be some kind of a trap, because that would give me real trust issues and I’ve been hurt in the past,” I taunted.
“It’s not a trap, bitch. Just take it and leave me the fuck alone,” he growled.
“Good.” I slammed my head into his, knocking him out cold and breaking his nose in the process. Win-win. I let him drop to the floor, then I stood up and walked to the phone. I punched the code into the phone, then hit the red button. The secret panel slid back, revealing a safe. Shit. He hadn’t mentioned there was a safe behind the panel. I examined it to see if maybe I could just rip the door off. There was no handle and this was one of those new-fangled, high-tech ones that not only needed a code, but also an eye scan. I turned, looking at Mr. Asshole, and sighed. I reached into my thigh-high boot and pulled out my switch blade.
I leaned over him and used one hand to prop his left eye… oh shit, which eye did I need, left or right? Great, just great. I went into the bathroom, filling one of the glasses with water, then returned to him. I threw the ice cold water in his face and he woke up, sputtering and spitting in shock.
“Open the safe,” I demanded. I was starting to get extremely pissed that this job was making me work this damn hard.
“You’re robbing me, figure it out,” he snarled.
“Look, motherfucker, today can still be your lucky day. I’m trying to let you keep both of your eyes. This damn thing needs to scan your eye. Now, I can cut them out of your skull or you can just do it yourself,” I said, giving him my ultimatum. I swear, if my employer hadn’t been so adamant about the use of very little torture, I would have been done with this shit by now. They made sure they tied my hands. I normally didn’t work for people who made this many demands on my services. Whoever had hired me must have been some tree-loving, Buddhist hippies that thought even a blade of grass deserved respect.
“Come on, asshole. Open it,” I commanded.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, then rose off the bed, wincing in pain as he moved due to his broken rib. He held his wrist close to his side, as the bones in his right hand were completely shattered.
He walked gingerly over to the safe and I stayed close, watching him punch in another series of numbers, then he leaned forward to let the eye scanner confirm his retinas—both of them. When I heard the lock release, I sucker punched the son of a bitch, knocking him back into dreamland. I might have given him a concussion with that one. Oh well. I opened the safe and removed his laptop. I turned it on, pulled the little flash drive from my boot, and slipped it into the slot.
Now, according to my employers, I didn’t have to do anything else beyond that point. The flash drive would do all of the rest, I just had to wait. I hoped it wouldn’t take too much longer. I watched as the screen showed a series of numbers and files that looked like gibberish to me. Nerd shit wasn’t my forte, it was Jordan’s. Numbers and coding and syntax bullshit could literally give him a boner, I’d seen it happen. Of course, that worked out for me because I fucked his brains out when it happened. I loved fucking Jordan’s sexy, nerdy ass.
Okay, now there was a bar on the screen and it was at seventy percent. I waited a few more minutes, not like I had a choice. When it finally reached one-hundred percent, I snatched the little drive out of the slot and shoved it back into my boot. I walked towards the door, stopping at one of the unconscious guards. I was buck ass naked except for my boots. I guess they wanted to fuck me while I was wearing them. Hey, I get it. They were hot boots. I hated having to be a woman, but these were my favorite pair of footwear because they were so comfortable.
I removed one of their jackets and put it on to cover up my nakedness. They were both taller and wider than I was as a man, so their clothes wouldn’t fit me, but a woman wearing a suit jacket and thigh-high boots would just look sexy to onlookers. I left the hotel room and, when I got outside, I hailed a cab and had him drop me off a mile from my humble abode. There were some lingering looks as I walked home. I wasn’t surprised. I’d picked the body of some hot playboy model from fifteen years ago for my disguise. Ah, finally, I was home. A gutted out, abandoned warehouse we could easily afford. It wasn’t much, but it was ours… for now.
Chapter Two
“Did you get it?” asked my partner, Jordan, as I entered what he liked to call our operational hideout.
“Do you doubt me?” I walked over to his table, he was hunched over some new device he’d been working on even before I’d left to do the job over three hours ago. It looked like some sort of scanner thing, but hell if I knew what it really was. I placed the little flash drive on the table beside him and then walked toward the refrigerator to grab a cold one. I tilted it back to my lips and let the booze flow. Damn, it was good and I needed one after this dumb ass mission. At least it was paying sweet.
“You shouldn’t drink that fast,” Jordan called out. “You know you’re a lightweight.”
I swallowed what was in my mouth. “Yeah, but I’d only be drunk for a little while,” I replied. It was true. After I got my powers, my tolerance for booze dropped to an all-time low. At least I didn’t stay drunk long and never had to worry about hangovers.
He looked up from his device to pick up the drive, examining it as if it would look different from any other normal flash drive simply because it happened to contain some very important secrets one company really wanted to steal from another. While he looked over the thing, I stripped out of the jacket and boots, then transformed back into my own hot, male body. The transformation process always felt weird. Mainly because it hurt like hell and I wasn’t fond of having to do it. Feeling my bones stretching, breaking, and reforming to adapt to the new height and shape was always a pain in the ass. My indestructible skin was unaffected as it stretched or shrunk to whatever form I’d taken. It was just the bones adjusting that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Ahhh fuck!” I groaned in pain, panting heavily while the final stages of my transformation completed and I was back in my own skin. I was Eric Cayden again. That sexy, six foot Adonis with the athletic toned physique that I worked hard to maintain. Green eyes, dark curly hair, strong jawline, cheekbones so perfectly shaped, and a beautiful nine-inch, cut cock. I also happened to be sporting a beard that Jordan begged me not to shave.
Yeah, I was fucking hot as shit, and if you wanted to call me arrogant, so be it. I knew I looked good. As for the morphing thing, the entire process for me to change took about one minute either way, but still… fuck that minute. Shit was a minute of agony and I rarely did it unless I had to. I preferred to transform into other men. That way, I didn’t have too much pain to endure, especially if the man I was turning into was the same height as I was.
I reached down between my legs. “Ahhh yeah, there you go, boys, so happy to see you again,” I said to myself as I fondled my junk. Jordan had a change of clothes waiting for me on the sofa, and on top of that were my eye glasses. During my mission, I wore my contacts. Yeah, with great power does not come great vision. I put on the jogging pants and t-shirt. Underwear wasn’t necessary. Sometimes I liked to let my boys breathe. I went into the bathroom and removed my contacts, putting them in their container, and slipped my glasses on. My one imperfection… or one of my biggest attractive attributes, depending on what turned you on.
“Can’t believe they were willing to pay us twenty-thousand dollars to reclaim this,” Jordan said.
“That’s because it’s worth more than that.” I plopped down in my favorite worn out chair and stretched my long legs out in front of me. The ass grooves in my chair fit me to a T, which was why I’d kept it even as we moved from one location to another despite Jordan’s protests. “You know what? For the amount of bullshit I had to endure tonight, I’m thinking we undercharged them.”
“Did you have any problems obtaining it?” Jordan asked me. “I noticed that you aren’t wearing the same outfit you left in.”
“Humph, I didn’t think you took your attention off your gadgets long enough to notice,” I teased.
“I always notice you,” he said as he turned to get a good look at me as I took a swig of my beer.
Okay, that was flattering.
I shook my head. “Serious problems, no, not really. Nothing I couldn’t handle, of course. It was actually quite interesting. For the first time ever, I got my pussy ate. Didn’t know it felt that good.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. “Jesus Christ—really?”
I winked. “I mean, I thought about knocking the son of a bitch out before that, but my curiosity got the better of me. So I thought, what the hell? Let’s see what all of the hoopla is about. Now I know.”
“Did you let him fuck you?”
I burst out laughing because he was looking at me all wide-eyed and curious, I couldn’t keep up the joke any longer. “I’m fucking with you, Jordan. No way in hell I’d let a man give me head in a female form, let alone fuck them. Having to endure his roaming hands and sloppy kisses is what made the job so disgusting. In the end, I knocked his ass out, accessed his laptop, stole the info back, and planted the virus. All is well now.”
“You asshole,” Jordan grumbled and pouted.
I shrugged and downed the last of my beer, then smiled as the effects buzzed over me, if only for a short while. “I loved the look on your face. Although, if you hadn’t closed your mouth, I might have been tempted to stick my cock in it.”
“I would have bit down.”
“And you would have broken your front teeth.”
He laughed, then rolled his eyes. “Was the guy some sloppy blob, or did his breath stink? I mean, what made him so disgusting?” Jordan asked.
I sighed. “None of that. He was slim with a little pudge around the waist. Breath kind of stank, though. Some people just have a slimy aura about them, even if they look good on the outside. He was one of those kinds of people. Did you know he wanted to piss in my mouth and all over me when we got back to the hotel?”
Jordan grimaced. “Ewww, what the fuck?”
“Yeah, I know, that was one of his kinks. Jerk was probably into scat, too. Sick bastard. I think he might have killed people before.
Once we’re done with this job, I’m going to pay his ass another visit. And this time, he won’t be breathing when I leave,” I said, making plans in my head to end that son of a bitch and his goons. He would have killed me tonight if he could have, and that told me that what happened wasn’t his first rodeo. It was probably the first time his plans had gone awry, though.
Jordan shook his head. “Sometimes, I just don’t know about you.”
“Good, I like being unpredictable. Keeps our relationship spicy,” I said, laughing.
“Getting back to your hang-ups. If I had your ability to change forms, I would have totally fucked some hot straight guy,” Jordan said, masterfully switching the conversation from a murder plot to my issues. Wait a minute, I didn’t have issues. I was a top, damn it. Never met a man that I wanted to bottom for in my life.
“That’s because you’re a perma-bottom,” I retorted.
“No shame in taking it up the ass. You should do it sometime.”
I snorted and scratched my balls. “It takes a certain kind of man to make me want to bother with all that bullshit. Besides, I love dicking you and other hot dudes.”
“Hopeless,” Jordan said under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear him.
“I just know what I like. So, did you get any more work for me while I was out?”
“Not yet. It’s not like we can advertise your particular services on TV or online. We got lucky through word of mouth on the last job. So no frivolous spending. I know how you like to live large but don’t want to work for it.”
“Bullshit, I work for it plenty.”
“I meant a legit job,” Jordan added.
“That would expose me. I can’t risk it, you know that,” I explained, reminding him of why I had to stay in hiding.
“Yeah, I know. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Regardless, we have to make this money stretch, okay?”
I shrugged. “Sure, fine with me.”
“I mean it, Eric,” Jordan said forcefully, pointing his finger at me.
“What? You act like I’m going to run off and buy a damn Ferrari, as if I could,” I said, frowning.
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