by Marci Wilcox
"Don't worry. My feelings aren't hurt. It happens all the time. I'll go back and tell the agency that you don't accept the gift."
Candi turned around and sashayed toward her car. The fan lifted her skirt enough to show her ass. Jim ran after her and grabbed her arm.
"Wait!" Jim said. "Don't go. I mean, you're already paid for so what am I worried about, right? And you know what they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth."
"Did you just call me a horse?"
"No, ma'am. You are definitely not a horse."
"You can call me a horse. You can ride me hard and put me away wet."
"Jesus H. Christ. Let's go inside."
They went inside Jim's house. Any evidence that a woman had once lived here had been erased though to his credit, the house was clean. There were no dirty dishes in the sink, no tower of beer cans, and no posters of naked women.
A large screen TV dominated the living room. A tower of CDs sat next to an expensive looking sound system. There were photos of Jim on his boat and at amateur powerlifting events on the wall. There were no books in the bookshelf. Instead it was used to display Jim's powerlifting trophies. The house smelled of fried pork and air freshener.
"Can I get you a beer?" Jim said.
"Sure," Candi said.
While Jim was in the kitchen, Candi looked through his music collection. She found AC/DC's Back in Black and put it into the CD player. Jim came into living room carrying two bottles of Bud Light. He handed one to Candi. She took a quick sip and put it aside.
"Move the coffee table," she said.
Jim shrugged and moved the coffee table.
"Have a seat on the sofa."
Jim sat on the sofa. He sipped his beer.
"How long can you stay?" Jim said. "I don't want my time to run out before we get to have some fun, if you know what I mean?"
Candi walked over to the CD player.
"That depends on you," she said. "I can stay a few hours or the entire weekend. It just depends on how much fun we can handle."
She skipped to the song "You Shook Me All Night Long" and hit play. She turned up the volume. She took off her sandals and stood in front of Jim with her feet apart and a wicked smile.
She gyrated her hips and bounced her ass in his face. She pulled up her dress to expose her panties and then covered herself. Jim watched her every move, grinning like an idiot. His erection made a tent in his gym shorts.
When the song was over, Candi bounced over to the CD player and played the song, "What You Do For Money Honey." She danced back to Jim, stopped at his feet, and pulled her dress up over head so that all she had on was her pink panties. Jim gasped at the sight of her enormous boobs.
"Those are real, aren't they?" he said.
Candi leaned over so that her tits were in his face.
"Feel 'em for yourself," she said.
He squeezed her breasts. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face against her soft flesh.
"Der reel," he mumbled.
She moved back and continued dancing. She squatted between his legs and rubbed her ass against his groin. She straddled him and dry-humped him. She ran her fingers over the tent in his shorts and gave him quick little kisses.
"This is the best fucking lap dance I've ever had," Jim said.
"That's just the warm-up," Candi said.
She kneeled between his legs and pulled his shorts and underwear down. His cock wobbled in the air. She put the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Jim put his hands on the back of her head and fucked her mouth. When she felt he was about to come, she pulled away.
"Wait," she gasped. "Not yet."
"No!" Jim said. "Now!"
"Wait. It'll be worth it."
She went to her purse and took out a condom. She took it out of the package and placed it in her mouth. She kneeled back down between his legs. She put her mouth over his cock and moved down, which slipped the condom on. She took off her panties and straddled him. She eased his cock inside her.
She held onto his shoulders as she rode his cock. He grabbed her waist and met her thrusts with his own. The room filled with the scent of hot sweaty sex.
Jim's hands slid down to Candi's ass. He grabbed her thighs and stood up. Candi squealed to find herself suddenly lifted up. His strong arms kept her aloft as he impaled her repeatedly with his hard cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her ankles together.
She sank her teeth into his shoulder as an orgasm rippled through her. Jim grunted as if he were doing a weight lifting exercise and Candi was the barbell. His legs shook as he increased his speed. His body was covered in sweat and Candi had trouble holding onto his slick shoulders.
"Holy shit!" Jim shouted. "Holy fucking shit!"
He came and came, his cock jerking inside Candi's pussy. Once he'd drained his balls inside her, he lowered Candi off of him and plopped down on the sofa. She plopped down next to him. His limp cock lay against his leg.
"Whew!" Jim said. "I needed that."
"I'm guessing it's been a long time," Candi said.
Jim wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Too damn long," he said.
"Then I guess we have to make up for lost time."
"Give me a minute. That was pretty fucking intense. Shit! I need me some Gatorade."
"Take your time." Candi gave his limp cock a gentle squeeze. "We have all night."
Chapter Sixteen
Samira was having the best time of her life. She had flirted shamelessly with a handsome man. They had shared a few stolen kisses on the dance floor. She had felt his warms hands on her body and his hard erection pressed against her backside. She didn't want the evening to end, but it was getting late and soon she would need to shave again.
If only she didn't have this reminder between her legs that she wasn't a complete woman.
"I had a lovely evening, Dane," Samira said.
"Say no more," Dane said. "It's getting late. Time to go home."
He held her hand as they walked toward the exit. She kept stealing glances at him. She wished she could have gone home with him. She wished she could have shared his bed and held his naked body next to hers. But then he would see who she really was and he might be disgusted by what he saw.
"I would offer you a ride home," Dane said, "but I took Uber in case I drank too much."
"We used a limo service to get here," Samira said. "I just need to call the driver to come pick me up. Let me give you a ride home?"
"I would like that."
Samira blushed. She had just set herself up for a tricky situation. They would have complete privacy in the back of a limo. If he was as sexually attracted to her as his erection indicated, he was sure to try something. What should she do?
Samira smirked. She would just have to take charge of the situation.
She called the limo driver. They only had to wait for ten minutes in front of the club before the limo arrived. Samira gave the driver Dane's address and told him to take them there first. She and Dane sat in the back seat.
Once the car was moving, Samira lifted the privacy screen. She put her hand on his leg, leaned over and kissed him. Her hand moved up his leg to his crotch.
"Are you sure about this?" Dane said.
"Yes," Samira said. "I want you. Do you want me?"
"Yes. Very much."
He started to reach under her dress, but she pulled his hand away. She could see the confusion on his face. So many mixed signals, he didn't know how to react.
"Thanks to you I had the best time of my life tonight," Samira said. "Let me thank you properly. Let this be all about you."
"Are you sure?" Dane said. "Doesn't seem fair."
"It isn't fair. I get to control you and you just have to sit there and let me."
She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She hoped he didn't notice how her hands were shaking. She had only had sex with a rubber penis. Other than her own, she had never even s
een another man's cock. She peeled back his boxer shorts and pulled out his cock.
It was magnificent. It was warm and alive in her hand. She loved the velvety smoothness of his skin and the spongy head. She gently stroked it. A pearl of pre-come formed on the slit. She licked it off. It was salty and tasted delicious. She wanted more.
He helped her pull his shorts and pants down to his ankles. She bent over and kissed him. He cock jerked, which delighted her. She lifted it with her fingers and wrapped her lips around the head. She made sure to keep her lips over her teeth as she slid him in and out of her mouth.
Dane rested his hand on the base of her neck and laid his head back on the seat. Samira gazed up at him. His eyes were closed and he had a big smile on his face. She must be doing something right.
As she sucked on his cock, she could feel her own cock straining against the fabric that she had used to tuck it between her legs. She desperately wanted to jerk herself, but it was a sweet agony. Later she would masturbate while thinking about this moment and she would probably come harder than she'd ever come before.
His musk filled her nostrils. Her lust for his cock consumed her. She licked the length of his shaft and pulled his balls into her mouth. She got her lipstick all over his cock as she slobbered up and down on him.
Dane moaned and humped her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair. His cock suddenly got really stiff.
"If you don't pull out, I'm going to come in your mouth," Dane said. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"
Samira hummed happily in response and pushed him deep into her mouth so that the head pressed against the back of her throat. She had practiced enough times on dildos that she was able to overcome her gag reflex.
His hot sperm shot into her throat. She sputtered but then regained control, letting his come fill her mouth. She swallowed, savoring the taste.
She reluctantly pulled her mouth off his cock. She took tissues out of her purse and wiped the excess sperm and spit off his crotch. She used more tissues to wipe her mouth and she reapplied her lipstick. She took two bottles of soda water from the limo bar. She gave one to Dane and drank the other one. She didn't want to wash away the taste of his sperm in her mouth, but he might not want to kiss her goodnight otherwise.
"That was the amazing," Dane said as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. "I thought maybe, well I don't know what I thought."
"That I grew up in a sheltered life and wouldn't know about how to pleasure a man with my mouth?" Samira said. "It's true. In my family, women aren't allowed the same freedom as men. But we find ways to break out of our gilded cages."
"I'm glad you broke out tonight. Are you worried that Samir will find out?"
"Yes. We must make sure he never finds out."
The limo stopped and the driver informed them that they had arrived at Dane's apartment building. Dane pulled Samira to him and gave her a lingering kiss. Before he climbed out of the car, he turned to her.
"About what happened here in the limo," he said. "Someday you'll have to give me a chance to return the favor."
Samira covered her mouth to keep from laughing. If he only knew that he'd just offered to give her a blowjob.
Chapter Seventeen
Heather was completely sober, so she couldn't blame her decision on alcohol. She hadn't forgotten that she didn't trust Chuck. He didn't try to kiss her. She was the one who kissed him.
They were in Chuck's apartment, drinking coffee, and arguing about the best technique for genetic mapping. They had gone into the kitchen to refill their coffee cups when on impulse Heather cornered him against the kitchen counter and kissed him.
His lips were soft and the kiss sent shivers through her body. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Heat rose between them and she knew if they didn't part soon she was going to drag him into the bedroom and rock his world.
He pulled away and she tried to regain her better judgment.
"I drank a lot of coffee," she said. "I really have to pee."
"The bathroom is down the hall, last door on the left," Chuck said.
Heather walked toward the hallway. She had managed to keep control.
To hell with control. He was super hot and she wanted him in the worse way. She stopped and turned around.
"And where is the bedroom?" she asked.
"Door on the right before you get to the bedroom," Chuck said.
"Meet me there. Unless you don't want to."
Chuck grinned.
"I'll be waiting."
Heather hurried to the bathroom. She peed for what seemed like a very long time. She really did drink a lot of coffee. When she was done, she was about to go to Chuck's bedroom when she heard the doorbell ring followed by banging on the door. Heather froze. It was after midnight. Whoever was out there wasn't bringing Chuck good news.
She heard Chuck's footsteps as he headed for the front door.
"Hold on, I'm coming," Chuck said.
Heather had noticed a third hallway door when she headed for the bathroom. She slipped out of the bathroom and opened that door. It was a coat closet. She got inside and left the door slightly open so she could watch the living room.
She heard Chuck open the front door.
"What are you doing here?" he said. "It's the middle of the night."
Jarod stormed into the living room with Chuck following behind him. Heather gasped and covered her mouth.
"Is she here?" Jarod said. "Where is she?"
Heather shut the door and pushed herself against the back wall of the closet.
Jarod went through the apartment. He flew past the coat closet as he searched every room. When he was done, he went back to the living room. Heather cracked the closet door open again.
"Do you mind telling me what the fuck is wrong with you?" Chuck said.
"I saw you leave the club with her," Jarod said. "I thought maybe you'd brought her back here. If you did, I hope for your sake that you didn't fuck her."
"You were spying on me?"
"Not you. Her. Her."
"Heather? Why were you spying on Heather?"
"She's not who she says she is. She doesn't want to help TGI. She wants to destroy us."
"Are you high on something, Jarod?"
Jarod went to the kitchen counter.
"I noticed that there are two cups here and the coffee pot is still on. Don't lie to me, Chuck. Is she here?"
Chuck glanced back toward the hallway.
"I never said she hadn't been here. In fact, you haven't given me a chance to say anything. Heather and I came here after we left the club. I made us coffee and we talked. Then she went home. I couldn't sleep so I kept drinking coffee. End of story."
Jarod wagged his finger at Chuck.
"Don't let her fool you. Doctor Bimbo is an evil bitch. I made the mistake of underestimating her. I won't make that mistake again."
"Why would Heather Malone want to destroy TGI?"
"Heather Malone is not her real name. It's Heather Tile."
Chuck tilted his head to the side.
"Heather Tile? Is she related to Henry?"
Jarod chuckled.
"You could say that. She is Henry."
Chuck collapsed into a chair.
"When did Henry decide to become a woman?"
Jarod sat in a chair facing Chuck.
"He didn't," Jarod said. "I decided for him. I had to do it. He gave me no choice."
"Why do I get the feeling that you used me?" Chuck said.
"Don't act so innocent. Henry refused to turn you into a man. That's why you came to me for help."
"I didn't want to hurt him. I figured once he saw I'd made the change, he'd accept it because there wouldn't be anything he could do about it."
"Really? Is that what you thought would happen? Did you know he accused me of stealing? Henry was out of control. Somebody had to do something to stop him and I was the only one with the balls to do it."
Chuck threw his hands into
the air.
"So, you turned Henry into a woman? Where has she been all this time? You still haven't explained why she wants to destroy TGI?"
"After I turned Henry into Heather, I made her disappear. But she managed to come back and now she wants revenge on all of us. She won't be happy until she's burned TGI to the ground and found a way to send us to jail."
"Are you sure she doesn't just want to send you to jail?"
Jarod flew out of his chair, grabbed Chuck's shirt, and pulled him to his feet.
"You in this as deep as I am," Jarod said. "If you hadn't shown me how to work the machine, then I wouldn't have been able to use it on Henry. You didn't really believe Henry was off somewhere building a new machine because he was too heartbroken to face you. You didn't want him around anymore than I did."
Chuck pushed Jarod away from him.
"That's not true!" Chuck said.
"It doesn't matter. She's out to get both of us. If we want to survive, then we'll have to work together."
Chuck crossed his arms.
"Are you done?" he said.
Jarod smirked.
"For now."
"Then leave."
Jarod sauntered out of the apartment. Chuck locked the door.
As Heather entered the living room, she felt she was on her way to a firing squad. She had her head down. She looked up at Chuck. He glared at her. She hung her head.
"I don't want to destroy TGI," she said.
"Then what are you trying to do?" Chuck said.
"I want it back. It's my company and Jarod stole it from me."
Chuck crossed the room to her. He looked closely at her face.
"Henry?"
Heather nodded.
Chuck wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "This is all my fault."
Heather put her arms around his waist.
"No," she said. "It's my fault. The machine was perfect. But I lied and said it wasn't ready because I thought I could change your mind about becoming a man. I was selfish. I didn't respect who you were. I didn't realize that if you really love somebody then it doesn't matter what body they're in."
"For two brilliant scientists, we're complete and utter idiots," Chuck said. "We have wasted so much time when we could have been together."