Seduction

by Velvet

  25

  SAGE STILL couldn’t believe that he’d been busted by Terra. He should have never broken his vow and let Roy go down on him, but his dick had overruled his senses and had gotten him in trouble. This wasn’t the first time that his libido had led him down the wrong path. It had all started the night he met Missy.

  Sage and some of his old college buddies were having a bachelor party at Scores. They were celebrating impending nuptials and buying bottles of champagne like beer, and drinking them down just as fast. The bubbly was making them frisky, and the beautiful women dancing onstage were making the men’s dicks hard.

  “She’s gorgeous,” the groom-to-be said, pointing to a brunette with tassels dangling off the nipples of her petite boobs.

  “Cute face, but her titties are too small for me,” Sage commented.

  “They’re small, but look at her ass. It’s so big and juicy that it makes Jennifer Lopez’s ass look as flat as a pancake,” he said, licking his lips in lust.

  “I’m a breast man myself, and she has just the type of titties I’d love to suck,” Sage said, referring to a stripper with humongous, football-size boobs. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled like a black panther across the stage. Her titties were so big that her firm dark nipples nearly brushed the floor with every stealthlike move. Sage could feel an erection coming on as he watched her titties sway from side to side. Once the song was finished, he motioned her over for a lap dance.

  “What can I do for you, Big Daddy?” she asked, standing directly in front of him.

  Sage stared at her naked breasts, which were right near his mouth. They looked so luscious that he wanted to stick his tongue out and suck her nipples until she came, but touching the dancers wasn’t allowed. “You can start by giving me a lap dance.” He smiled.

  She straddled him without hesitating, and began grinding on his hard cock to the beat of the music. She took her hands and started playing with her nipples, making them extra hard, and then brushed them across his lips.

  Instinctively, Sage stuck out his tongue and quickly licked her nipples before any of the bouncers saw him. She was teasing him so good and making him so hot that he nearly came in his underwear. “You’re one sexy woman. What’s your name?”

  “Missy,” she whispered in his ear. “What’s yours?”

  Even her husky voice was sexy and turned him on more. “I’m Sage. Can I see you later tonight, Missy?” he asked, wasting no time with useless chitchat.

  Missy looked at the bottles of expensive champagne littering their table and quickly surmised that these men were high rollers. The markup on the liquor was astronomical, but obviously they didn’t have a problem paying hundreds of dollars for a bottle of champagne. “Sure, but I don’t get off until late.”

  “Not a problem. I’ll be waiting out front in a black BMW 7 Series.”

  By the time Sage and his friends left the club, they were flying high and feeling no pain. They said good night and went their separate ways. Sage got in his car and parked a few feet from the entrance. He turned the music up while he waited. The combination of the jazzy saxophone playing in the background and the liquor flowing through his veins was making him horny all over again, so he released his captive dick, which had been dying to get free all night, and started rubbing the swollen head. A light tap on the window interrupted him, and he looked through the tinted windows and saw that it was Missy. Sage didn’t bother putting his dick away; he just hit the automatic locks and opened the door.

  She slid into the plush leather passenger seat. “Is that for me?” she asked, looking down at his erect cock.

  “If you want it,” he said, still rubbing the bulbous head.

  Missy didn’t say a word, she just leaned over, covered his dick with her mouth, and began sucking him feverishly up and down. He was already hard, and it didn’t take long to get him to explode inside her mouth. Missy got off on sucking dick and loved to see the shocked expression on most guys’ faces when she swallowed their creamy cum without hesitation. “Does that answer your question?” she said, sitting up.

  “Damn, Baby, that was good. Now open your coat and let me see those beautiful tits.”

  Missy took off her trench coat. Underneath, she wore a sheer blouse, a lacy bra, and a pair of snug, low-cut jeans. She slowly unbuttoned each button like she was putting on a private strip show, and then took her titties out and let them rest on top of the bra cups. “Are these what you want to see?” she asked, running her hands across each swollen breast.

  Sage reached over and began fondling her boobs, something he had wanted to do all night. “Your titties are so big that I could feast on them until the sun comes up.”

  “What the hell are you waiting for?” she asked, moving her body closer to his. “Feast away.”

  He buried his head in between each gigantic titty and started sucking from one to the other. They were so delicious, just like he imagined. His dick was getting hard again, and now he wanted to fuck. Sage reached for the zipper on her jeans, but she put a hand on top of his and stopped him.

  “Just so you know, I only like anal sex,” she whispered.

  Sage couldn’t believe his ears. The women he’d been with hated anal sex and he had to beg just to finger their ass. “Come on. Let’s get in the backseat.” He was so horny that he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to fuck her right then before she changed her mind.

  Missy climbed in the back first, took off her jeans, but left on her thong. She moved the thin piece of fabric to the side, got on her knees with her ass high in the air, and said, “Come on, Big Daddy. Let me see what you got.”

  Sage followed right behind her. He wedged open her cheeks and eased the head of his dick into her tiny asshole. Once the rim of his head was in, he grabbed her hips, pulled her to him, and slid the rest of his long rod deep into the recesses of her ass. Her sphincter muscle gripped his dick tightly as he plunged in and out.

  “Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck that hole,” she moaned.

  “You like that, Bitch?” He slapped the side of her thigh.

  “I love it. Just don’t stop fucking me, Motherfucker.”

  Sage closed his eyes and fucked her strong for a straight ten minutes until he saw stars. He came so hard up her ass that he thought his sperm would come shooting out of her mouth. Sage had never had anal sex like that before and became addicted to Missy. On the days that he couldn’t see her, he’d call her and they would have heated phone sex.

  It wasn’t until two months after he’d been fucking her that he found out about her extra appendage. Missy always insisted on keeping her thong on during sex, which didn’t bother Sage, because that thin strip of material never got in his way. But one night he was fucking her so hard up the ass that the strap broke, and when it did, her tiny penis dropped out. It was dark in the room, and Sage thought that he was seeing things.

  “What the hell is that!?”

  Missy pulled the covers over her embarrassing male anatomy. “I have a penis,” she said softly.

  “Were you born with male and female parts?” he asked, still trying to comprehend what was going on.

  “No.” She dropped her head. “I was born male on the outside, but since I was a little boy, I’ve felt like a girl inside. I’ve been going through the process of becoming a full-fledged woman, and now the only other operation I need is to have my penis removed and a vagina constructed.”

  Sage was speechless. He had never been with a man before and didn’t have any homosexual desires. He was confused. In his mind, he’d been fucking a woman. Even though he loved anal sex, he didn’t think that this made him gay, because he still loved pussy.

  “Say something,” Missy said, looking at the blank expression on his face.

  “When are you getting the operation?”

  “As soon as I save the rest of the money. Insurance doesn’t cover the costs and it’s extremely expensive,” she explained.

  Sage reaso
ned that once she got the operation, she would have everything that a real woman had except reproductive organs. He thought about not seeing her until the operation was complete, but he was addicted to her ass and the way she gave head, and didn’t want to stop having sex on a technicality. Fucking Missy opened a whole new world to him, and now he wasn’t opposed to having a man suck his dick. He never reciprocated because he couldn’t imagine going down on another guy. So as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t gay or bisexual. He was just liberal.

  He was certain that Terra wouldn’t see it that way. He was embarrassed and didn’t want to have to explain why a man was sucking his dick, but he had to tell her something. He reluctantly picked up the phone and made the dreaded call.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Terra, how are you?”

  “Fine. How are things with you?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

  Sage could tell by her tone that she was referring to the scene in his office. He decided to get right to the point and not beat around the bush. “Terra, what you walked in on the other day isn’t what you think. First of all, I’m not gay—”

  “Then why was another man sucking your dick?”

  Sage realized that no matter how he tried to spin it, the fact was that he was caught in a homosexual act. “It’s a long story,” he said, preferring not to go into his history with Missy. “The reason why I’m calling is to thank you for not letting my father walk in on us. If he’d seen me and Roy, there’s no telling what he would have done. Look, I owe you big-time.” Sage knew that he needed more than an apology to keep his secret safe. “And to show my appreciation for your discretion, I’m going to sign you to a two-picture contract.”

  Terra couldn’t believe her ears. She was finally going to star in a big budget production, and she didn’t have to sleep with him or beg. All it took was her catching Sage with his pants down. “Oh, Sage, thank you so much, and I promise I won’t let you down.”

  “I know you won’t. After watching you handle my father like nothing had ever happened between me and Roy, I saw firsthand what a good actress you are. I’ll have my attorney draw up the contract immediately and have it sent over to your agent.”

  “Sage, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. Thank you again.”

  “No problem, and just remember that what happened the other day stays between us. No one ever needs to know,” he said, making sure that she understood the terms of their deal.

  “Don’t worry, Sage, your secret is safe with me. I’ll talk to you soon,” she said, and hung up.

  Sage leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he could trust Terra, because being an actress was more important to her than outing him to his father. Fortunately his dad adored Terra and wouldn’t question his decision to work with a close friend, especially once he saw her talent. His father didn’t like nepotism, but if a person was well qualified for the job he would make an exception, and that day in his office Terra had proven herself to be a skilled actress.

  26

  MISSY’S PAYDAY had finally arrived and she was thrilled beyond belief. She had already called and made an appointment to see the surgeon who would perform the sex change operation. Now she’d be able to throw out her wardrobe of extra small thongs that had kept her package in place all of these years. Her next call was to her real estate broker, to inform her that she finally had the cash for a substantial down payment for the apartment that she lived in. With real estate prices out the wazoo, and the six-figure cost of the reconstruction, Missy’s funds were dwindling before she even had her hands on the cash. After paying for the operation and buying the condo, she would barely have five hundred thousand left, and a half million dollars in New York was like having fifty thousand elsewhere, especially with the extravagant way she lived. To secure her financial future, Missy decided to tell Mason that the ransom for the pictures and videos had increased to two million dollars. Obviously getting his hands on Terra’s money was easy, since he’d come up with the initial million with no problems.

  Missy went into her closet. Behind her wardrobe of designer clothes was a custom-built safe. She moved the dresses aside to gain access to the combination lock and quickly turned the knob to the left, then to the right, and back to the left, and like magic, the door to the small safe popped open. Inside was her original birth certificate that classified her gender as male, a sapphire and diamond broach from a generous lover, and the incriminating evidence she had on Mason. Missy gathered the videos and pictures and stuffed them into a tote bag. With millions at stake, she decided it would be best to take the evidence out of her home safe and put everything into a more secure safe deposit box at the bank. Her financial freedom was at stake and she wasn’t going to take any chances by being careless with the evidence.

  Earlier that day, she had typed and printed the letter he requested, had it notarized, and put it in the bag along with the other evidence. She planned to go to the bank first, then meet Mason, show him the notarized letter—to prove that she was serious—and demand a down payment that was sure to be the first of many installments. But she had no intention of giving him the letter until she got more money. Terra was a cash cow, and Missy planned on milking Mason until she had millions stashed away, and then maybe, just maybe, she’d give up the evidence.

  Missy took her time showering, dressing, and applying her makeup because she wanted to look flawless. Even though Mason had seen her at the Black Door—scantily dressed—he had never seen her coiffed as the perfect woman. She wanted him to see how attractive she was, and that she was no different from any other woman (especially once she had the operation). It was raining kittens and puppies, so she decided to wear knee-high, black patent leather rain boots, a short black dress, and a white Burberry trench coat. She combed her long hair into a neat chignon, and with her hair pulled back, you could clearly see the one-carat diamond studs in each ear, another gift from a former lover. Missy checked herself in the mirror and had to admit that she looked just like one of those Upper East Side rich bitches who shopped and lunched for a living. A smile slowly crept upon her face at the thought of joining the hordes of women who lived the fabulous life without slaving away at a J.O.B. Yes, she had struck pay dirt and was ready to receive the first of many installments. Missy tied the belt around her waist, threw the tote over her shoulder, grabbed her umbrella, and headed out the door.

  By the time she got outside, the rain had increased and now it was pouring cats and dogs. Missy stood underneath the building awning and waited for the doorman to flag down a taxi, but every cab that passed by was occupied. Finding a taxi in New York when it was raining was like trying to find bin Laden in the middle of a sandstorm—nearly impossible—so she decided that her chances would be better if she left the shelter of the awning and scouted a cab for herself. Missy turned up the plaid collar of her coat, popped open the umbrella, and stepped out into the torrential downpour.

  Since there were no available taxis in sight, she decided to walk the ten blocks to her bank, deposit the evidence, and then head downtown to meet Mason. The walk took longer than she anticipated and even though her bank stayed open late, by the time she got there it was closed. Missy stood curbside and tried to hail a taxi, but they were either occupied or off duty. She quickly looked at her watch. It was seven-thirty and she was supposed to meet Mason at eight o’clock sharp. She began to panic because she didn’t want to be late and risk him walking out of the hotel with her money.

  “Damn, I should have called a car service,” she mumbled to herself. For a split second, she thought about taking out her cell phone and calling a car, but it was useless, because at this point a car would take at least an hour to arrive and another twenty minutes to take her to SoHo, and by then he would surely be gone.

  Missy walked another two blocks before spotting a man across the street getting out of a taxi. Her eyes lit up like bulbs on a Christmas tree, and she jetted across the busy street before someo
ne else hopped in the cab.

  She had the umbrella cocked to one side, shielding herself from the rain as she ran, and didn’t see that she had stepped directly into the path of an oncoming bus. Before Missy could take another step, she was broadsided and knocked twenty feet in the air. The contents of her tote flew in the air along with her, and as she crashed back to earth in the middle of traffic, the pictures floated down and scattered across the soaking wet pavement.

  “Oh, my God! Somebody call an ambulance!” yelled the driver.

  When the bus stopped suddenly, it put in motion a horrific chain of events, causing a taxi to swerve up on the sidewalk, nearly killing a crowd of pedestrians, and another bus nearly missed hitting the bumper of the first bus.

  Traffic was snarled and backed up for blocks, and by the time the paramedics arrived fifteen minutes later, they took Missy’s vital signs, scraped her mangled body off the concrete, placed her on a gurney, and rushed her to the nearest hospital.

  27

  MASON ARRIVED at the Soho Grand ten minutes early. The weather was unforgiving. Mother Nature had opened the floodgates, unleashing torrential rains down on the city, so he allowed an extra forty minutes for what was usually a fifteen-minute cab ride. He was nervous about making the exchange, and kept thinking about the possibility of Rico counting the cash right then and there. Mason had a ready-made answer in the event that he did insist. If that was the case, Mason would simply say that counting a million dollars in public wasn’t safe. He would make Rico feel so paranoid about carrying that much money that he’d probably run right out of the hotel straight home, before anyone robbed him of his sudden windfall. Mason checked his watch; it was eight o’clock sharp, and he expected Rico to come rushing through the door any minute.