Doctor Bimbo Returns

by Marci Wilcox

  "And since Tile Genomics is desperate, I doubt they'll put up much of a fuss when we request an investigation of the company. They should let us in with open arms."

  The bedroom door opened and Samira joined them. Heather and Candi shared a secret smile. Since moving to the United States, it took Samir longer and longer to transform into Samira because she felt free to take her time making herself as feminine as possible.

  Tonight, she was absolutely ravishing in a sheer black dress and black heels. She had on purple eyeliner and red lipstick. Gold hoop earrings dangled from her earlobes. Her flowery perfume preceded her into the room. In direct contrast to Samira's attire, Heather and Candi wore T-shirts and yoga pants.

  "What did I miss?" Samira asked as she sat on the couch next to Candi.

  "We're ready to begin the second phase of our plan," Heather said. "I'll call Tile Genomics tomorrow and set up a meeting for you to talk to them about the possibility of Braddock Insurance becoming their healthcare provider."

  Samira crossed her legs.

  "Wouldn't it be better if you went? You'll understand what the hell they're talking about. Besides, I'm sick and tired of wearing that Bluetooth thing in my ear."

  "I can't go and neither can Candi."

  "But I thought only Jarod knows what you look like as a woman."

  A year after Jarod released Heather from his hypnotic hold on her, she regained the memory of waking up in the machine as a woman and the only person present in the lab was Jarod. The memory puzzled her because Jarod wasn't trained to use the machine. One of Henry's scientists had to have shown him how to operate it. Someday, Heather was going to find that scientist and ask them why they thought it was a good idea to let a greedy asshole like Jarod have that information.

  "Jarod is the only person at Tile Genomics who knows that I was Henry Tile and Candi was David Alcott," Heather said. "If Jarod sees either of us at Tile Genomics, the whole plan comes apart."

  "He won't see us," Candi said.

  Heather turned toward Candi.

  "Are you sure about that?"

  Candi grinned.

  "I asked around. Apparently, Jarod hasn't been in the office for months. He comes to Seattle for quarterly board meetings and the rest of the time he lives in his mansion outside Portland. From what I gathered, when he's not hanging out by the pool, he's visiting Portland's sex clubs or jetting off to Monte Carlo."

  "Then who the hell is running the day to day operations?"

  Candi rifled through a stack of documents on the coffee table, picked one up, and read the name at the top of the page.

  "Chuck Rosewood."

  "Never heard of him."

  "He started after Jarod got rid of you," she said after scanning Rosewood's employment history. "Jarod probably brought Chuck in when he decided he was too busy spending the company's money to actually run the company."

  Something about Rosewood's name seemed familiar, but Heather couldn't put her finger on it.

  "This is good," Heather said. "If Jarod stays away from Tile Genomics, that increases the chances of our plan's success. Alright, Samira. You don't have to go. I'll meet with this guy Rosewood. I'll have Dane come with me."

  Samira shook her head.

  "That's a bad idea," she said.

  "But Dane is still the face of Braddock Insurance. It'll look better if he takes the lead on the meeting."

  Samira got off the couch and sauntered over to the window. Rain clouds were rolling in from the east.

  "It's still a bad idea," Samira said.

  Heather glanced at Candi. Candi shrugged. Heather left the couch and stood next to Samira by the window.

  "I don't understand," Heather said. "I thought you liked Dane."

  "I do," Samira said. "He's charming, witty, and devilishly handsome. I love his broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair."

  "Then why shouldn't I take him with me to the Tile Genomics meeting?"

  "Because he has the hots for you. Your speech in the staff meeting the other day gave him a raging hard-on. That's why he stayed behind after we left. He didn't anyone to see it. But I saw it." Samira turned Heather away so her back was to her and pressed her crotch against Heather's butt. "He wants to so badly." Samira dry-humped Heather's ass. "I'm afraid if he's alone with you, he's going to bend you over and screw you silly."

  Heather giggled and then her mouth dropped open.

  "Hey," she said. "I feel something hard poking me back there."

  Candi joined Heather and Samira.

  "Does Princess Samira have an erection?" Candi said.

  "Only one way to know for sure," Heather said. "Hold her for me."

  Candi grabbed Samira's arms and held her. Candi worked out every day and was deceptively strong, but Samira could have easily broken her grip. Samira made no attempt to escape.

  Heather's hands explored the front of Samira's dress. Her fingers traced around Samira's crotch.

  "I think I may have found something," Heather said.

  Heather pulled up the hem of Samira's dress. Samira's cock strained against the flimsy fabric of her black panties. Heather rubbed the silky material over Samira's cock. Samira felt a fluttering in her stomach. Heather pressed her body against Samira and kissed her lips. As they explored each other's mouth, Heather reached inside Samira's panties and wrapped her fingers around Samira's cock. Samira moaned softly.

  Candi let go of Samira's arms and unzipped Samira's dress. Heather and Candi helped Samira out of her dress. Candi wrapped her arms around Samira's waist and kissed her neck as Heather lowered Samira's panties down and had her step out of them. Heather tossed them aside.

  Heather got on her knees and took Samira's hard cock into her mouth while Candi played with Samira's nipples. Samira groaned as she ran her fingers through Heather's short hair.

  "All the time I've know you," Candi said as she pinched Samira's sensitive nipples, "you've always preferred to be the one penetrated rather than the doing the penetrating. Now all of a sudden, it looks like you want to stick that rock hard cock of yours into a pussy."

  "Yes," Samira said. "I do. Is that bad?"

  "Honey, nothing's bad as long as it's between consenting adults."

  Heather chuckled as she took Samira's cock out of her mouth and began to suck on her balls. Heather had wondered that if once she came back to Seattle would Henry's sexual preferences resurface? Henry had been a dedicated cisgender male. Boring, yes, but that was just who he was. He had no prejudice against gays, lesbians, transgender, fetish, etc., etc. He just happened to prefer vanilla.

  But as Heather, she'd had sex with men, women, transgender, fetish, etc. etc. For her, it didn't matter who she had sex with as long as she got to choose who, when, and how to do it. She enjoyed giving others sexual pleasure and she was happy that coming home to Seattle hadn't changed that.

  "What are we standing around her for?" Candi said. "There's a perfectly good bed in the next room."

  They moved to the bedroom. Candi and Heather stripped naked and climbed onto the bed with Samira. Heather pushed Samira onto her back and straddled her face. Samira's tongue swirled around Heather's pussy and teased her clit. Candi kneeled between Samira's legs and flicked her tongue up and down her shaft.

  "Who gets to be the lucky girl?" Heather said.

  Samira said something but her words were muffled by Heather's pussy. Heather climbed off so they could hear her answer.

  "I don't understand the question," Samira said.

  "Who gets to feel your cock inside her first?" Heather said. "Me or Candi."

  Candi stopped sucking Samira's cock, but kept a firm grip on it.

  "It doesn't really matter," Candi said. "Because you're going to screw us both before the night is over."

  Samira put her hands behind her head and smiled at the two beautiful women waiting to fuck her.

  "Such a decision," she said, "should not be made lightly. I love you equally. The only fair way to decide this is by flipping a coin."
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  Heather went to Samira's dresser. Coins were scattered about next to Samir's wallet and car keys. Before choosing a coin, Heather opened the top drawer and took out a condom. She returned to bed with a condom and a quarter. She handed the quarter to Samira and tore open the condom package. She rolled the condom onto Samira's erection.

  "Call it," Samira said.

  "Heads," Candi said.

  "Tails," Heather said.

  Samira flipped the coin, caught it, and slapped it against her wrist with her palm covering it. She peeked under her hand and grinned. She pulled her hand away and showed the women the coin.

  "Tails," Heather said. "I win." She turned to Samira. "Do you want me on top or to want to get on me?"

  "I don't know," she said. "Which would you prefer?"

  "It's been a while since I've had someone on top of me. I miss it."

  Samira got on her knees and Heather lay with her head on the pillow. Heather spread her legs open and Samira positioned herself between them. Samira tried to enter Heather's pussy, but kept slipping out.

  "I can't get it in," Samira said.

  "It's okay," Heather said. "I'll guide you in." Heather grasped Samira's cock and led it to her pussy lips. "Now, push it in."

  Samira's cock slid inside Heather's pussy. Samira shivered and then groaned loudly. She pulled out quickly and covered her face with her hands.

  "Are you okay, Samira?" Candi said. She put her arm around Samira's shoulder.

  "I'm so embarrassed," Samira said. "I came as soon as I got it in."

  Heather and Candi glanced at each other. Heather sat on the other side of Samira and put her hand on Samira's leg.

  "This was your first time, wasn't it?" Heather said.

  "Everything we've done together has been my first time," Samira said.

  "That first time we had sex with you in Dubai," Candi said, "you were a virgin?"

  Samira lowered her hands. Tears had caused her mascara to run. Candi pulled tissues from a box on the nightstand and handed them to Samira.

  "I grew up in Saudi Arabia," Samira said as she wiped the make-up off her eyes. "People like me are against the law. I was expected to choose a wife to bear my Muslim children. I didn't understand what I was. I was in my twenties before I even heard the word transgender."

  Candi hugged Samira.

  "I have news for you," Candi said. "Most guys have premature ejaculation their first time. It's a time-honored tradition."

  "Did it happen your first time?" Samira asked.

  "No. I managed to hold out for a few strokes before I shot my wad."

  "It happened to me," Heather said. "I wanted to die right then and there. I was lucky that the girl I was with was very patient and didn't laugh at me."

  "What did she do?" Samira said.

  Heather reached down between Samira's legs and rolled the used condom off her limp cock. She dropped the sperm filled condom into a trash can next to the bed. She took some tissues and gently cleaned Samira's cock.

  "We cuddled and made out until I had a chance to recover," Heather said. "I was a teenager so I could come many times a day. I got hard again and we moved slowly. I still didn't know what I was doing, but the second time was much better than the first and I didn't come right away."

  Heather felt Samira's cock twitch. She had her lay back on the bed. She and Candi got between her legs and teased her cock together. Samira's cock grew bigger and harder. When she was fully erect, Candi straddled her and Heather led her cock into Candi's pussy.

  While Candi rode Samira's cock, Heather lay next to Samira and ran her nails over Samira's chest.

  "For so much of my life I've wished to be rid of this thing between my legs," Samira said. "But tonight, I wish my cock was huge so that I could give you more pleasure."

  "Oh Honey," Candi said. "It's not the size, it's how you use it." She squeezed her eyes shut and increased the rhythm. "In fact, you're scratching my itch in just the right place. Don't stop. I'm almost there."

  Candi moaned as her orgasm rippled through her. Samira arched her back and grabbed Candi's ass. Her cock jerked inside Candi as she came.

  The three of them lay tangled together with legs and arms over each other.

  "Samira's asleep," Candi said.

  "Yeah," Heather said. "The snoring gave it away."

  Chapter Four

  Heather and Candi tucked Samira in, got dressed, and went into the kitchen. Heather made hot tea. When the tea was ready, they carried their mugs into the living room. Heather sat the couch with her legs tucked under her. Candi sat on the floor which was covered in colorful rugs. She sipped her tea and gazed out the window. Raindrops tapped against the window pane.

  "I'm thinking about your meeting with Tile Genomics," Candi said. "Maybe I should go with you."

  Heather took a sip of her tea before answering.

  "It has been years since I've been inside the building. It's going to be strange going in there considering all that's happened since then, but I think I'll be okay."

  "That's not what I'm worried about."

  Heather narrowed her eyes at Candi. Candi sipped her tea.

  "Dane?" Heather said. "Are you suggesting it's not safe for me to be alone with Dane Braddock?"

  Candi chuckled. "He might make a pass at you."

  "And then I'll fire him for sexual harassment. So, he has a crush on me. Big deal. I'm not worried. A little flattered, but not worried."

  Candi blew on her tea to cool it down.

  "I don't think she works there anymore," Candi said. "She's not listed as an employee of TGI."

  "Who are you talking about?" Heather said.

  "Why do you pretend that we have any secrets left to keep from each other? I'm talking about the woman you're in love with. The woman you were going to propose to before Jarod ruined your life."

  "Charlene Thorn."

  "I have limited access into the company's files so I don't know if she quit or was fired. I could try to find out where she's working now."

  Heather rubbed her forehead.

  "No. We need to stay focused on our plan. That's why I didn't ask you about Charlene. I didn't want her to distract me."

  "I'm sorry I brought it up."

  "It's okay. I'm glad you told me. Otherwise I would have been looking for her instead of concentrating on the meeting." Heather took a sip of her tea. "Has Alex grown a lot since you last saw him?"

  Candi's hand shook as she placed her mug on the coffee table.

  "How did you know I went to see Alex?"

  Heather put her mug next to Candi's.

  "Why do you pretend that we have any secrets left to keep from each other?" Heather said. "Honestly though, I wasn't sure until now. I figured you couldn't resist going to see him. And if I were in your shoes, it would have been the first thing I did when I got to Seattle. Tell me then, how does he look?"

  Candi swallowed the lump in her throat.

  "He's taller. Lost a bit of his baby fat. He's the most beautiful boy in the world."

  "Did you see Tracy?"

  Candi told Heather about spying on Tracy and Alex at Alex's school. Heather leaned forward.

  "You need to call Tracy," Heather said. "She doesn't know if you're dead or alive. She deserves to know what happened to you."

  Candi used the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.

  "Can I afford to do that now? It could jeopardize our plan."

  Heather sat on the floor next to Candi.

  "Fuck the plan," Heather said. "I know you want to nail Jarod Blackwell as much as I do, but we're talking about your family. Nothing is more important than that."

  Candi buried her face in Heather's chest.

  "I can't," Candi sobbed. "I'm not ready. I need more time."

  Heather put her arms around Candi.

  "It's okay," Heather said. "I understand."

  She did understand. It was the real reason why she hadn't tried to find Charlene Thorn the minute they arrived in Seattl
e. She and Candi didn't have the words to explain to the people they loved the most that they weren't the same people any more. They weren't ready to face the rejection that might be waiting for them.

  Chapter Five

  There wasn't much that Jarod loved more these days than getting a blowjob while stretched out on a lounge chair next to his pool. Add sipping a Gin and tonic while an eager tongue licked the sweat off his balls and Jarod couldn't imagine life getting any better than this.

  "Does this please you?"

  "You're doing great, Peter," Jarod said, pushing Peter's head back down between his legs. "Keep up the good work."

  Peter was Jarod's latest sex slave. Peter used to be Patricia. She couldn't afford to pay full price to have Tile Genomic, Inc.'s machine change her gender. Jarod had told her that if she agreed to be a product endorser, she would only need to pay a fraction of the cost. Patricia had been wary. She wanted to know exactly what a product endorser had to do?

  Jarod told Patricia that product endorsers had to tell potential clients how great it was to have a surgery free sex change. What Jarod didn't tell Patricia was that during the transition he was going to put her under deep hypnosis that would turn her into a mindless sex slaves. And that after he had his fun with her new body, he was going to sell her.

  That was four months ago. Jarod wasn't done having fun with Patricia's new body.

  Before her transition, Patricia had told Jarod how she had always identified as a man. She was attracted to women. She never had sex with a man because she wasn't gay. Yet, now that she was Peter, he'd only had gay sex with men. When Jarod finally tired of Peter, he was going to sell Peter to a wealthy man in Colorado who kept gay sex slaves on his ranch. The chances of Peter ever having sex with a woman were slim to none.

  Peter swirled his tongue around the head of Jarod's cock while jerking the shaft. Jarod squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the arm rests. He could feel his balls tightening as he got closer to shooting his load.

  "Stop fucking around, Peter," Jarod said. "You know what I like."