Dark Encounter

by Elaine

© Elaine 2006

 

Chapter 5 – In the country

 

So over the next few weeks we dated a bit more and over time he went over my wardrobe and shoes. He insisted that I throw out the stuff that I wore when I moved to town and that he no longer considered suitable for my new image. When I protested he just said that he would buy all the clothes I needed from now on.

The clothes he decided that I needed were pencil skirts and lots of dresses that would show off my cleavage. I could wear pants from time to time but only styles that were feminine.

Around a month after we started dating he was stroking my breasts and light-heartedly wondered if I had considered having breast implants.

"No I don't need them," I said adamantly.

"You are only a B cup though. Having those a bit larger would have a tremendous effect on you," he said.

"I really don't want to go down that route," I replied. "I'm happy with these and you've never complained when you suck on them."

"I would complain even less if they were a good bit bigger," he smirked.

I realised that this was a subject that wouldn't go away very quickly and he would eventually get his way. I wouldn't make it easy for him I decided.

Around 6 weeks after that wet night we arranged to go down to the Lake District where his parents had a small cottage. By this time he'd changed me and my attitudes. I was always wearing dark make-up, spike heels and my nails were always long. I had to go the nail bar every two weeks to get my nails repaired and touched up. I also had my hair dyed a honey blonde and styled in the way he wanted it. My hair was still growing and it was heading down towards my waist.

By the time we left to go south he'd also bought me a lot of new skirts and tops, dresses and shoes. Though I noticed that none of the shoes would be any good for country walks over the hilly Lake District countryside.

He still kept up his constant pressure in trying to change me and I found it hard to resist his insistent urges. For one thing I enjoyed finding out his taste and finding that it aroused me whenever I let myself go and finally did what he wanted.

For a start I could tell that whenever we went out I had to be wearing a pair of heels and skirt or a dress. Never trainers and jeans as I'd often worn before. They were strictly off limits if we went out together.

However the last change was just a few days ago just before we left to go the Lake District that he pulled me inside an accessory shop when we were shopping for him. I soon found that my earlobes sported three holes instead of just one previously. I felt powerless to resist his desires at times.

Of course with three holes in each earlobe I was given some long dangly earrings to wear in them. I was pleased when he kissed me after I had finally put them in and he said that I looked really sexy.

Anyway the day of the trip south arrived and I turned up at his door with a suitcase of clothes that he'd already chosen for me to take. I wore his favourite 5" heels and a slim fitting pencil skirt that he liked me to wear topped off with a lilac covered chemise without a bra.

"Did you manage to get all your stuff packed?" he asked looking at my heavy looking suitcase.

"Yes I think so," I said feeling the strain in my shoulders again, "Thankfully we're only going for a few days."

"Right let me get my bag too," he said heading back into his apartment after he'd kissed me fully on the mouth.

He turned and then came back moments later with his keys and jacket in one hand and a small holdall in the other. He carried both bags downstairs while I carried his jacket and locked his apartment door for him.

"I'll get the car," he said when we reached outside. As I watched him he went to his new Audi and put the leather covered passenger seat right back.

Within a few minutes he was parked outside his apartment. "Right hop in," he commanded as he opened the boot and put the two bags inside to join a second bag that he'd deposited earlier.

We set off and headed south on deserted streets.

"Good idea to leave this early I think," he said putting his hand on my right stocking clad knee. "I hate traffic when I am on holiday." He seemed to enjoy stroking my leg as much I enjoyed the feelings of having it stroked.

"Well at 5:30am there won't be much traffic until we reach the border," I opined. I groaned as he ran a red light after seeing that there was no traffic on the other road.

"Relax if I was caught I would just flash my warrant card," he said. "It has perks being a policeman."

"It wasn't that so much as being hit by another car that was on the green," I replied.

Within minutes we were out on the open road heading towards the English border watching the dawn breaking ahead. I began to relax but dutifully moved closer to him so he could put his hand up my skirt. I clamped my thighs around his hand to keep it there only opening them when I realised that he needed to change gear.

I tried to keep the hem of my skirt down but his hand wouldn't let it go back to the level it should.

"Kick off your heels and relax," he said thirty minutes into the journey. After I did so I looked down and could see Roger's obligatory dark nail polish shining through the dark banding of my stockings. That was another of his commands that I shouldn't wear pantyhose any more. Only stockings either hold ups or with suspenders.

We chatted about the weather, the countryside and the other things we saw as we headed south at a rapid speed.

Around 2 hours into the journey he carefully pulled into a service station and I realised that he wanted something to drink and eat when he announced that it was breakfast time.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No a coffee will be fine," I said realising that if I asked for the pastry on his tray he would get angry.

He smiled, "I could eat a horse or you."

I smiled and my mind flashed back to the previous night when he had eaten me out for what seemed like 30 minutes. I saw flashes of light and was amazed that he relished sucking me out and biting what was now my clitoris. I enjoyed it immensely but something held me back from convulsing with pleasure from his ardent ministrations with his tongue and teeth.

He had a full cooked English breakfast and that pastry while I had a cup of coffee and some dry toast. I really was hungry so only tucked into the toast when he insisted that I help with his extra serving.

On the rest of the journey I pretended to fall asleep and let him fondle my legs to the extent he was able. I even felt him cup my breasts gently as he drove down the M6 motorway at 80 miles per hour with one hand on the wheel.

"Wakey, wakey," he said as we pulled into the cottage.

I yawned in an unladylike manner but I really liked the look of the cottage. It was situated beside a lake and it was in a small village with a pub and a post office. There were some pavements which would at least enable me to walk about but the hills surrounding the valley would be impassable to me dressed as I was.

The cottage had two bedrooms and used a log burning stove for heating and hot water so Roger's first job after bringing in our bags was to get that going.

As the fire went out I offered to help, "do you have any fire lighters?"

"No just damp newspapers and some dampish kindling," he said with frustration.

"Maybe the post office will have some. They sell anything these days," I replied and then offered, "I'll walk down and see."

"That's ok I'll come with you," he said going to wash his soot covered hands. So we walked down to the post office with him holding my hand romantically.

"This is a very lovely place," I offered.

"Yes it is," he agreed. "I love coming here to explore the hills. But now you are here I can explore your valleys and peaks instead."

"I was sure that was on your mind," I laughed.

My pencil skirt was creased from the journey and he tried to smooth as it as I walked in ahead of him into the post office.

"Ah Roger, welcome back," said the post master who smiled at me. "This your latest?"

"Yes Jim meet Jane. Jane this is Jim our postmaster and Jack of all trades," he said.

"I don't know about that," said Jim.

"Well I do," said Roger. "We need some firelighters according to Jane here. Do you stock any?"

"No as it happens I sold my last packet this morning to Mrs Ryeland," he said.

"Pity," I said.

"Well I could give you some old newspapers," he offered.

"That would help," Roger said. "Any kindling too?"

"I don't suppose you want me to light the fire too do you?" laughed Jim.

"No Jane can do that," said Roger seriously not taking Jim's bait.

So armed with two old editions of the Daily Express and some sticks we set off back to the cottage. On the way we bumped into another local who had red henna hair and who looked to be the youngest we had seen since we arrived.

"I'm Nancy," she introduced herself shaking my hand as Roger continued walking. He turned and said, "Nancy this is Jane my girlfriend. I need to go and set the fire so you two can make yourself acquainted."

After Roger was out of earshot she smiled and asked. "How long are you here?"

"Just a few days," I said. "It will be good to just relax away from the city for a few days."

"Yes by all accounts it will," she said. "However I think you will be rather busy down here if I know Roger."

"Oh I am sure he has a full programme worked out," I said noticing that smoke was billowing out of the cottage chimney to hopefully signal that he finally had the fire going. "Look I better go. I need to get lunch ready."

"It was nice to meet you," said Nancy.

"You too, drop by for a cup of tea," I offered.

"I think the last thing you two lovebirds need is me dropping by for a cup of tea," she said laughing.

"Yes that's true," I replied to myself walking towards the cottage. "Bye."

"Bye for now," she said simply.

When I got in he was looking smug as the fire had finally taken hold and was burning brightly with the glass doors closed. Then the phone rang. It turned out that Roger's parents had decided to drop by and see him.

"It's my parents they will be here in about an hour," he said looking gloomy.

"Why so sad?" I asked.

"Well they didn't know I'd invited you," he said.

"That's ok though you're a big boy now," I said. "I'll get the vacuum and give the place a good clean."

"Thanks," he said obviously wondering what he was going to say to them.

I was tempted to throw a dusting cloth and some polish at him but decided that I would put them out. Instead he put more wood on the fire and cleared out the fire area. Between us we had the heating on and the place looked spotless when they arrived.

He went out to greet them and explain about my presence. They all came in and I stood unsteadily in my heels to greet them.

"Hi I'm Jane," I said putting out my well manicured hand to his mother.

"I'm Dorothy," she said simply taking my hand and then added, "and this is Ralph my husband."

They had a regal air about them that made me feel almost that I should be curtseying at them. However they soon made me at ease by saying that they hoped that I was the right one for their bachelor son this time. Dorothy was obviously high maintenance. She also had quite long false French manicure nails and obviously well attended hair. It was clearly well looked after. She was also quite well endowed with what I assumed were at least DD size breasts.

"How long have you been dating Roger?" asked Dorothy at me when we stepped into the kitchen so we could prepare lunch for the men.

"A few months," I said.

"Roger's a bit like his father, a bit strict in his outlook," she cautioned opening up a bag of groceries she'd brought.

I picked up a small bag of salad potatoes and started to chop them up for boiling to make myself useful.

"Yes he likes things his own way," I admitted. "So I'd noticed. However sometimes it works to my advantage."

"How so?" she said preparing vegetables for the salad she was preparing.

Put on the spot by my own words. I couldn't get out of what I'd just said to her. "Well he keeps on buying me clothes he likes. He expects me to wear them too like today with this skirt and heels."

"His father was like that but in our day it was all corsets, stockings and suspender belts," she replied grating some carrots.

"Like father like son," I said. "I think Roger is the same."

"Yes so it seems," she admitted. "I didn't mind Ralph buying me feminine things though just that I wanted me to wear them all the time. If I so much as forgot to wear stockings and wore pantyhose he was like a baby who'd thrown his rattle out of the pram. So it was easier to just go along with him in the hope that he would ease off. Unfortunately he never did."

She then lifted the hem of her skirt a little to reveal that she was wearing seamed stockings attached to a robust panty girdle. "See?"

"Yes I see," I admitted as she patted her fitted skirt down smooth again. I wasn't sure what to think about Roger now. In one way I thought it would be fun to be pushed by him but in another I might rebel against it too. It obviously hadn't worked for Dorothy because she was still dressed up even though she was in the kitchen preparing food.

My potatoes had boiled and I drained off the water. She had prepared the salad on four plates so that I could add a few of them to each except hers.

"I don't eat potatoes," she said taking two plates. "Bring yours and Roger's food."

So we all sat down to lunch and during the meal the guys decided that they would go for a walk to the pub via the local hill top after we'd finished. I was annoyed that I couldn't go along with them too but my heels wouldn't allow it and I didn't have anything that would be suitable. I sat down after washing the dishes and watched television.

I eased off my heels and stretched my toes a little after the confines of the velvet covered pumps I'd been wearing. I'd noticed that when I went barefoot that my ankles and calf muscles were sore so I found it easier to get around on tip toe so of course when Roger spotted this he bought me a pair of high heeled mules to wear around my apartment.

Dorothy suggested we should go down to the pub in an hour so we sat and chatted. She asked about my job and how I'd met Roger. Then she delved into my past a little to find out where I was from. She was curious to know how I felt about Roger and where it might lead in a good natured way. Did I want to start a family and was I sure when I said no.

We became quite friendly and before we left to go to the pub to meet them, she carefully placed some logs on the fire.

"I'm always careful I don't break a nail," she said. "Ralph would freak at me for being careless but that should keep the fire going for a few hours."

We walked down to the pub together. It was a warm sunny day and we walked slowly courtesy of our tight skirts and heels. We looked at the church notice board, and then looked at someone's ornamental garden. The post office was next and I popped in to get a postcard and stamp so I could send one to work.

When we arrived at the pub we walked into the lounge bar and found it empty. I popped into the bar on the other side and found the two of them engaged in a game of pool by the window.

"Ah there you are," said Roger greeting me.

"We've had two games," said Ralph to Dorothy who joined us. "And I won both."

Roger then just potted the eight ball accidentally to lose to his father again.

"That's three nil," said the older man holding up his empty glass. "I hope you're still a good loser as you buy everyone a drink. I'll have a pint of bitter."

"I'll have a white wine," said Dorothy and I echoed her request. "It looks like you haven't been up any hills."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Well look at their feet," she said pointing a long finger nail at their feet.

I had to agree that her husband's shoes looked immaculate for someone who had just walked by a steep hill and back.

"Well we decided on a short cut," chimed in Roger who was back with the first two drinks for his mother and me.

"To make up for it, I think you two should take Jane and I out to dinner this evening," said Dorothy.

Ralph groaned outwardly while Roger looked happy at the prospect while I nodded my agreement with Dorothy's compensation package.

"Well there's a nice little restaurant in the next village," said Dorothy. "You've always promised to take me there and I think it's about time you did."

"I did say that didn't I?" said Ralph. "Roger remind me to keep my big mouth shut."

"Dad keep your mouth shut next time," laughed Roger.

After their fifth and final game which Roger won they fooled around with the remaining pool balls and Roger attempted to do some trick shots. I knew one and proposed that Roger buy a bottle of champagne at dinner if he couldn't do this shot.

"You have to hit the green ball into the side pocket with the red directly in front of it without hitting the red ball with the cue ball," I said arranging the balls so that they lined up. He started to take aim so that he could bounce it off a side cushion.

"Also you can't hit any side cushions before hitting the green ball."

"That can't be done," he said putting his cue on the ground.

"Yes it can," I said confidently.

"Let me try," said his father who tried to curve the ball around the red. He came close but the cue ball hit the green and then hit the red.

"Looks like we get two bottles of champagne," chirped Dorothy, "if Roger can't do it either."

"Of course I can do it," he said as I lined up the balls again.

He tried and missed both the red and green. "It can't be done."

"Yes it can," I said and took the rack and put the pointed end towards the green ball and enclosed the red inside. I put the point of the rack close to the green but not touching it.

"What gives?" asked Roger.

"You'll see," I said taking aim at the straight part of the rack facing the cue ball and struck the ball hard. The cue ball pushed the rack against the green which dropped into the pocket. With the rack enclosing the red I didn't need to worry about hitting it with the cue ball. "There."

"I'll be," said Ralph. "Well done. I'll order a bottle of champers later."

"Well done Jane," clapped Dorothy.

"Yes that's great," agreed Roger who didn't feel cheated. He reached over and kissed me on the lips to congratulate me. I kissed him back.

"No hard feelings?" I asked.

"None," he smiled. "You won fair and square." Though he didn't seem that way.

On the way back to the cottage Roger's parents walked ahead of us. We sauntered behind and Roger told me that they both liked me.

"My dad said that he thought you were a right bonnie lassie," he said. "Then my mum likes you too. She thinks you would make a great daughter in law."

"They do?" I gulped.

"Yes they both think I'm a lucky guy," he said reaching over and kissing me on the lips. "I think I am too."

I was pleased but decided to caution him. "I don't think it would be a good idea to tell them about my past."

"I wasn't going to do that," he said. "My dad thinks you are beautiful and so do I."

"It would all fall apart if they found out, so that's great," I said genuinely pleased. He grabbed my hand and we walked faster to chase the others up. We all arrived back at the cottage at the same time. I went upstairs to read and then went for a shower. I put on my new dress and spike heels that Roger had bought me a few days earlier and I dressed Roger followed me into the shower. When he came out he quickly donned his shirt before surprising me with his kilt and jacket. He looked quite dashing when he had put on the socks and lace up shoes.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. "You look ravishing," he said.

"I've always had a thing about wearing kilts," I replied referring back to the days when I would try to wear mine whenever I could.

He came forward and put his hands on my breasts before hugging me closely. "I want to fuck you tonight when we get back," he said.

"I'll let you," I replied. "We'd better get moving."

"Yes," he agreed. "But you still have to put on your make-up just as Pauline showed you a few days ago."

"Yes I'd quite forgotten that," I said. "She went to great lengths to show me how I can look."

"Oh I am dying to see," he said as I sat down in front of the mirror on the dressing table. I went through the same routine she did. Foundation, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lip pencil and finally my lipstick and gloss.

"Well?" I asked standing up.

"Really good," he said. "You should get a job at her salon."

"No thanks, my job pays better," I smiled. Though lately I hadn't been so happy working at the office. There had been a few redundancies and all the other girls had left leaving me to service the office needs of 15 prize jerks in the office.

Since Roger had set about changing my appearance and image the rest of the office had really been acting very strangely. They were always looking for excuses to talk to me. They would often berate me for the standard of my typing skills now my nails were a lot longer. I often thought of cutting them off but I knew Roger wouldn't like it because he paid for them and although they were a nuisance I really liked them too.

"Do you I really like the new you," that's all that matters he smiled. "I have a few other things planned while we are down here."

"What?" I asked.

"Wait and see," he said. "They are meant to be surprises."

"I know your surprises though Roger," I said. "They tend to involve making me seem more girly if that's possible."

"Are you complaining?" he asked.

"No just that I would like to know what else you have in mind," I replied.

He reached over and kissed me tenderly on the lips and said, "Hush. Come on let's get downstairs."

I carefully picked my dress hem up and walked downstairs carefully. Trying to appear elegant and nonchalant but all the time was afraid of what was happening to me. Where was he taking me with this and how did he know that he was pressing all the right buttons. As we walked into the living room I looked around at him and smiled. We were ready first and I felt at ease that his parents were still getting ready.

He poured us both a drink and handed me my chardonnay.

"I've been meaning to ask you if you miss anything about being a male?" he asked surprising me.

"No not really," I said trying to be nonchalant. I sipped at my drink.

"Good because I really don't want you to miss that life," he said. I could see he was sincere.

"What do you mean?" I asked though instantly regretting it.

"Well as I understand it, you always wanted to be a female. Now you are a female I think its time you explored your role as a feminine woman now," he said.

"I feel feminine now all dressed like this and I like it very much," I said not understanding where he was leading with this conversation.

"Yes that's good because shortly you will have nothing left to relate to being a male again," he said. "From the way you dress to the way you move. To the way you look to the way you backcomb your hair. To the way you act towards people to the way they react to you."

"Roger I am no longer a male. You've seen it's all gone several times," I said trying to make him see that what he was talking about wasn't really so important as what had gone before two years earlier when I'd had my gender reassignment surgery.

"What I am trying to say is that I want a feminine woman not a former male in my life so that means you will have to measure up to my expectations completely or we will part company. Do you understand?" he asked.

"You will need to spell it a little clearer," I said.

"Well you will need to dress in a feminine style at all times, have your make-up on, wear heels and have your nails long and elegant. If you break one you get it fixed. But that's the only fixing of things you do from now on. There is no need for you to bother your pretty little head over how to replace a fuse or fix a light. Those days are long gone," he said.

"I see," I said. "So if I need anything done like that I ask you?"

"Exactly," he said. "In the past you would know what to do now it's irrelevant to how you behave. I don't want you to bother about those things any more. Your only goal in life is to look pretty and sexy and to keep me happy.

Since I'd met Roger I hadn't been able to do the same things I had done before. He'd repaired my lights shortly after we first met. I hadn't been able to do it but he had. There was the time the curtain rail came down in his apartment. I offered to help but he told me to make him some coffee while he repaired it in minutes. So at times I did miss that old life but I decided that I wasn't going to tell him.

If he wanted me to paint my nails in a bright red colour to match my lipstick then that's what I would have to do to keep him happy. I wanted him to tell me I looked really pretty and I decided that it was worth the effort to keep it that way.

"Turn around," he said or was it an order?

I did and felt him put something around my neck which he then did up. I looked down and saw that he'd put a double string of white pearls around my neck before kissing my neck.

"Thanks," I said happily walking over to the mirror to look at them before turning back to him with a big smile on my lips. "They're really lovely."

"Oh I'm glad you like them," he replied. "Let's go out to the car and wait on them."

Fingering the pearls I led the way with him close behind on the narrow doorway out of the cottage towards the car. We reached the path and I was surprised to see that Ralph was outside waiting in his dress kilt too. Just then Dorothy followed us outside and closed the door behind us. She was wearing her own tartan skirt and shawl so I felt a little out of place with all the plaid being worn.

She came up to me and we kissed cheeks. "You look lovely my dear," she said.

"Thanks you do too," I replied.

"We will sit in the back," she said. "So we can talk girl talk."

Roger looked at me and smiled. I smiled at him and he winked back.

Finally settled in the back seats with some difficulty in the tight dress and these needle pointed heels she leant over and whispered, "I'm really happy you and Roger get along."

"Thanks," I said simply.

"My husband is a very strict disciplinarian you know and Roger is just like him," she whispered. "So if you decide to stay with Roger I'm warning you it might not be to your liking."

"I'll take my chances," I said but wasn't sure whether I liked the idea of being spanked by Roger. Perhaps she meant something else. I hoped she did.

I must have had a red face despite my make-up when Roger saw me he wondered why my face was flushed when he looked round when the car was finally moving. I sat there with the tight skirt of my new dress keeping my thighs clamped together.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes just hungry," I said as he turned to give Ralph directions he didn't need.

After a short drive of no more than 15 minutes we were soon seated in the restaurant and Roger seated beside me put his hand on my leg so that he could stroke my stockings. We ate the starter in relative silence before Ralph started talking to Roger about their football team that they supported. That left Dorothy and I to talk about female stuff. Which she did in abundance.

"Do you knit?" she asked.

"No I have never learned," I said.

"Well do you make clothes?" she asked again.

I said lamely, "No sorry."

Then she asked, "Do you do any gardening?"

I replied, "Sadly that it wasn't possible to do any gardening, living in an apartment."

She was then very curious about me and asked, "Do you have any relatives nearby where you live?"

I said, "No I just moved to the city to start my career which was very important to me."

"It's good that you've both found each other then," said Dorothy. "I know what it's like being in a large city and living alone."

"Yes he has some extreme tastes in women's fashions which I find interesting," I admitted.

"Including the dress you're wearing," she said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes he bought this a few days ago for a policeman's dinner he has planned next week. That impressed me that he would want to spend so much money on me."

"You're worth every penny," Roger said butting into the conversation.

"I agree," said Ralph lifting up his glass. "Here's a toast to Jane who seems to have captured our bachelor boy."

I blushed but watched them drink down their champagne and then sipped some myself. "Thanks," I said limply.

"We're leaving early tomorrow," announced Dorothy. "However it was worthwhile coming down to see you both. You make a great couple."

Then it was Roger's turn to look embarrassed.

The dinner was superb along with loads of champagne to cover my bet on the pool table. Ralph had just one glass as he was driving us back home. It was around 9:30pm when we arrived back at the cottage happy and contented.

"If you don't mind I am going to bed," I said when we got back into the living room. "I am feeling very tired. Champagne always makes me feel that way."

"Would you like some cocoa," asked Dorothy.

"No thanks," I said, "I am full now. Are you coming up soon?" I asked Roger.

"Yes it's been a long day for me too so I'll be up shortly," he replied. "I'll make you some coffee Mum."

Roger's father had opened another beer each for Roger and himself. Then he sat down beside the fire just as I went out the room. Upstairs I showered and put on my new silk nightdress. Then I went to sleep almost immediately only to be woken by Roger switching on the light at around 1am.

"Sorry," he said sounding drunk.

"It's ok what time is it?" I asked knowing it was 1am.

"It's just after 1am," he replied sitting down on my side of the bed and taking off his shoes. He eased all his clothes off and then went under the covers forcing me over to the cold side of the bed. Then he put his unwelcome cold feet on my legs and I was wide awake when he dropped off to sleep snoring happily.

I eventually dozed off at around 2:30am unhappy at his lack of consideration. I awoke at 8:30 and went off to the ensuite bathroom to find him shaving.

"I need a pee," I said hoping he would get the message and let me use the WC in peace.

"That's ok sweetheart, I'm just about finished," he said and he continued shaving.

I was so desperate courtesy of the wine I'd drunk the night before that I decided the best thing was to put on the shower and step inside. It was something I'd done many times since my operation and it often reminded me of my past life when I could stand in the shower and just let go.

The hot water woke me up quickly as it sprayed over my breasts and down my legs. I didn't want my hair to get wet but some did splash onto it. He then surprised me because he took off his underpants and got in the shower beside me. He picked up the soap and started to soap me all over including between my legs. He paid a lot attention to my front and rear openings.

"I couldn't get to sleep," I said to him. "After you got into bed, I couldn't because of your snoring."

"Oh sorry I slept really well," he replied unsympathetically.

"Lucky you," I stated enviously.

"I thought we would go to the market town today," he said in between kisses. "After mum and dad have left we could head over and do a bit of shopping."

"Sounds good," I said simply as I was too busy responding to his usual ardour.

We kissed and made love in the shower with him cuming inside me. I had to wash his cum off my legs before I got out.

As we got dressed he laid his cards on the table for me and I would have to decide whether I wanted to stay with him despite all he wanted of me.

"I know my ideas can often be a bit over the top," he admitted seriously. "However I want us to remain as a couple. I want you to use a new apartment I own in town. Also I want a few things done to your appearance."

"My appearance? Like what?" I asked clipping on my bra.

"Well I would like you to have some implants done," he said. "I like my women with more up top."

I simply asked "How big?" It was something I had considered in the past but couldn't afford to get done.

"Well two sizes bigger at least to a D cup maybe a double DD," he said. "I will of course pay."

"I could never afford it," I said wondering what else he had in mind. I was soon to find out.

"I would like you to get dental veneers done to whiten your teeth," he said stunning me into silence. "They go over your teeth and straighten them and whiten them in one go. They will give you a very impressive smile. Finally I want your Adam's apple fixed. It is just too prominent in your neck."

I nodded and wondered what else was lurking in his mind. I was soon to find out after his parents had left.

We said goodbye to Dorothy and Ralph and then he drove us over to town. It was a wonderful drive over some beautiful hills with lakes at every turn it seemed. Roger parked just down from the high street and we walked down towards the shops. I was still wearing his tall spike heels but with a pair of long leg jeans, top and white cashmere polo neck sweater.

We turned off the high street and down a lane. At the far end was a dress shop that obviously Roger only knew about. He walked in and was greeted by the owner who I learned was called Hilda.

"So this is your latest?" Hilda asked nodding towards me.

"Yes and loveliest don't you agree?" gushed Roger.

I stood wondering what was going on and waited patiently for the pleasantries to end.

"Can you fit her out with a custom design?" he asked.

I was a bit nonplussed by his words 'custom design' however it became clear that I was to be fitted for a hand made corset. I didn't say anything because I was intrigued by what Roger was proposing.

"Come with me my dear," said Hilda and she led me back into the back room. "Can you take off your top and blouse so I can get some measurements?"

I nodded and then spoke. "I don't have much of a waist as I was a bit fat when I was younger and I never really got rid of my excess weight until recently." I lied but she would surely be curious why my chest and hips were just slightly wider than my waist.

"Yes looks like you would really benefit from some corset training," she enthused noting down my statistics. Then she selected one from a drawer and fastened it in front of me.

"I hope you don't do it too tight," I said.

However she was much too busy to reply. She loosened the laces and then attached the busk hooks in the front one by one. Then she turned around and started to pull on them.

"I wont do it fully closed but you should notice the difference quite soon," she said. I did when she pulled in the laces the second time and on the final tug I found it rather tight around my back and chest. "Come and see," she shouted to Roger who walked in looking smug.

"Yes that's perfect," he announced.

"Well this one isn't a perfect fit for her, she needs one that's specially made as a result of her anatomy but that should help perfect a very feminine figure in a short space of time," she replied. I felt that she knew about me but I wasn't going to check to find out by asking.

"How does it feel Jane?" he asked.

"Tight but I like it," I admitted.

"Well can we order two of the correct dimensions?" he asked Hilda.

"Of course dear," she replied as she scribbled my new constricted dimensions onto the notebook she'd used before.

"Do you have one we can use now?" he asked.

"Yes you can have that one. It's a shop model and you can launder it and return it when your new corsets arrive."

I gulped. 'My new corsets?'

Roger and Hilda went off to discuss the price out of earshot while I was left trying to undo the laces in my rear. I found it hard to undo them as they'd been double tied in the middle of my back.

When they came back with Roger's bank balance a few hundred pounds lower Hilda saw me trying to escape and laughed. "Wait till you see the ones you will be getting they have a small flap that can be padlocked shut so you can't reach the laces."

"What's the point of that?" I asked.

"Well Roger has the key," she replied. "He can lock you in."

"I will just have to make sure you are well behaved," he said. "Before I let you out."

"I won't let you lock me in," I said defiantly.

"We'll see," said Roger.

"I won't wear them just because you say so," I said continuing my defiance.

"Well my dear there are ways to make sure you do as you are told," he said as Hilda went to attend another customer as he helped me put on my top over the corset. I was clearly not going to be allowed to skip wearing it.

"I am curious how would you do that?" I asked.

"I could for example let someone at your new office know who you were originally," he said seriously.

"You wouldn't dare do that?" I asked unhappily putting on my blouse and jeans. "I would lose my job. Or I would have to leave. That wouldn't be a very nice thing to do."

"Yes it would be a lot easier if you did as I commanded," he said. "You are clearly submissive so it should come naturally. Besides the corsets are designed to make you more feminine which is what you always wanted to be."

I stuck out my tongue again in defiance and in return he pulled me easily towards him as I lost my balance on my spike heeled shoes. He pulled me down and over his knee and smacked my rear several times on each cheek.

"That will be enough," he commanded.

"Owh that hurt," I said smoothing my rear.

"It was meant to," he said. "From now on you will do as I say or you will get it worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said simply. I realised that I didn't have any choice now.

So we left the shop with Hilda waving happily as we walked into the bright sunshine. His next port of call for me was a nail bar and he gave me instructions that I should ask for ceramic nails half an inch long to be fitted.

"Roger I wont be able to type with those on my fingers," I moaned.

"You'll get used to them," he said handing me some money to show he was serious. I could also see that his penis was straining inside his trousers. I consoled myself with the thought that he found me and all this arousing which I'd never had before. So I shrugged and went inside.

They weren't busy and I was quickly shown to a table. I gave her Roger's instructions and she set about applying the nails. I watched carefully as she sized them to my own nails and applied the cement so they were all stuck down hard.

"Now you've gone for this kind, they can't really come off. You will have to wait this they grow out rather than be removed," she said matter of factly.

"Can't I cut them?" I asked.

"No these ceramics can only be filed," she cautioned.

Roger seemed to know all about this and I was beginning to wonder what else was in store for me. I was probably going to find out soon. Maybe this is what I needed someone to make me feel less guilty about all these feminine ways? I had felt that way often in the past particularly with all the problems with my parents.

He kept looking at me admiring at my new long nails as I sat bolt upright in the car courtesy of Hilda's stiff corset. He drove slowly back to the cottage, "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine thanks," I said pulling back some strands of hair that had stuck to my lipstick that we bought in the chemist. He liked the shade and insisted I wear it as the red contrasted with my green eyes.

Then of course I had to buy some mascara and eyeshadow too. He obviously wants me to be a painted woman. I didn't question it but went along.

"Good," he said. "What do you want to do tonight? We could go to the pub for a drink?"

"I wouldn't mind a quiet night in," I said which saw him nodding.

"Well what will we have to eat?" he asked.

"I'll make us some chile con carne," I said. "If you stop at the supermarket in the village I'll get the ingredients."

"That sounds nice," he smiled.

I carefully got out of the car and teetered gamefully towards the shop doorway. He sat and watched me walking in the door. I rolled my hips as much as I could.

When I came out he was lying back in his seat with his eyes closed. I put the bags in the boot of the car and then went back to my door. As I opened it I felt my ankle give way on a stone and stumbled.

"Oh that hurt," I said holding on the door.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Just hurt my ankle," I said getting in to the car. "I'm ok"

"Lift your foot up and I'll massage it," he ordered as he took off my shoe and gave my foot a massage. "Is that any better?"

"Much thanks," I said. "I guess heels and I don't get along."

"They soon will," he said handing me back the shoe so I could put it back on.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I want you to dress and act as I say from now on," He said simply. "That means heels will be part of your wardrobe. We'll get rid of any flat soled shoes so that you comply. I like tight skirts and dresses, stockings instead of pantyhose and lacy silk underwear instead of plain cotton."

"Anything else?" I asked wondering why it had taken so long to get all that out of him.

"You also need training in how to move and gesture," he said. "You need some coaching in how to be seductive."

"I do?" I asked.

"Well as you walked into the store you swung your hips for the first time so we'll do more of that. Also you don't even know how to get into a car properly yet," he said. "Walking in heels you always look down but you have to keep your head up so you look confident."

"Anything else?"

"Longer hair, nails, make-up and jewellery," he said handing me a small box. Inside was a small diamond ring that was obviously meant for my ring finger. "I'd like you and I to be an item and if you agree then this ring is yours."

"I don't know what to say," I said slowly stunned looking at the stone.

"Say yes would good," he said.

"Yes," I said putting my hand forward so he could put the ring on my finger. The nails made even that job difficult.

 

Chapter 7

 

It was a few days after my breast implant operation and I was home nursing myself and getting used to the feelings of having bigger implants that he's promised. I was secretly delighted that he'd wanted me bigger up top that we'd agreed.

I was still feeling sore from the surgery but already I could feel that they'd become much more sensitive and wasn't a bad thing I decided.

I was even wondering when he would arrange for the nipples to be pierced as he'd arranged for a lot of other parts of my body to be done. I had one in each of my labia, my tummy button sported a diamond stud and my ears had at least 6 piercings each. Even my false nails had little rings on the tips. They'd grown out quite a bit and were at least ¾ of an inch long.

When I complained about them affecting my job, Roger had told me to just quit and that he would have me move into a new apartment as he desired. After months of walking in nothing but heels I also found that I couldn't walk in anything smaller than a 4" heel without experiencing some pain in my calf muscles.

In fact I was nursing a sore calf muscle courtesy of an accident when I'd put my foot down and my heel had broken. The resultant pain was quite severe and the only way to walk was to wear even taller heels till my calf muscle tear had healed sufficiently.

Now I am always teetering around in heels. Mules and spike heeled sandals around the apartment and of course knee length boots and court shoes with 4 ½" heels or higher. At least I can now walk very confidently in them having worn nothing else for months. I really enjoy the way they make my legs look and I love the sound of the heels clicking as we walk outside.

Over time I have also become accustomed to wearing the corsets that Hilda had made for me. My waist had reduced anyway through diet but then the corset had really done its work so that I am now down to 25" and at a pinch to 24" so I now have a very curvy figure. Gone is my straight body torso that Roger had disliked so much in the beginning.

Now I am his kept woman. I am not expected to work. I am expected to look good all the time. I am pampered to the extent that I often wonder where he is getting the money to buy me the clothes he does.

"Don't worry your pretty head," he told me often enough.

Then one day I answered the door to find my mother standing there. She looked shocked at my appearance. It must have been a shock with me changing my gender but that was a few years earlier but now she stood at the door.

"John is that you?" she asked using my old male name.

"Mother?" I asked unsure why she was there. She brushed past me into the apartment.

"I came by to see you because I'd heard that you'd given up your job and that your appearance had changed," she said seriously. "The last part is right. You look like a prostitute looking like that."

I was dressed in black pumps, seamed stockings, pencil skirt and my corset that contained my now larger breasts.

"You are looking like a slut," she said. "I want an explanation."

"I don't owe you any explanations and I'd like you to leave," I replied.

"I'll go," she said. "I came by to tell you that your father was ill and wasn't expected to live much longer."

"That's a pity," I said. "However he's disowned me remember?"

"Yes well I hoped that you could make up your differences but I think that's a bit unlikely now given how you look," she said sounding angry.

"I doubt that we could ever reconcile now," I said not making her feel welcome. "I'd like you to go."

At that moment Roger arrived and walked in, "Oh visitors who are you?"

"I'm Jane's mother," she said. "Are you the one responsible for how she looks now?"

"Please leave mother," I said simply. "I'm happy here now."

"Very well," she said. "I expect you have other ideas on what is decent nowadays."

"I don't expect you to understand," I said. "But Roger and I are very happy."

With that she left with tears streaming down her face. I shut the door behind her and didn't say goodbye to her as I would have done. Had I become so hard?

"What did she want?" he asked.

"To tell me my father is dying I think," I replied. "He always said that I had died in his eyes so it's a bit rich of her to come here and tell me that now. He didn't like the way I turned out."

"Well," he said. "I like how you've turned out the last few months."

He came towards me and fondled my breasts through my top. "Mmm I like the new tits. They are much better to fondle. Do you like them?"

"Yes the pain is easing a bit now," I said and then lifted my arm so he could see the small incision in my armpit "The suture line is healing up. See?"

"Yes it is," he smiled. "Do you feel like going out tonight?"

"I do now that she's gone," I said. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Oh the same place we went to on our first date," he said moving to the bedroom. "Let me pick something for you to wear sweetheart."

"Ok I need a shower," I said smelling the odour that had built up in my hairless armpits with the nervousness of meeting my mother again in those circumstances.

I stood in front of the mirror and admired my curvier body. I felt aroused that I'd allowed Roger to change it more to my own way of thinking it should look. My breasts were still tight and stuck out obscenely but I was told that in a few weeks they would hang pendulously. I had a deep cleavage too. My hair was long and trailed down my rear courtesy of my hair extension weave.

I put all my clothes in the laundry basket and headed for the shower after I had put my hair in a shower cap.

I was standing in the shower on tip toes when Roger came and joined me. I could feel he was aroused already and I grabbed his penis and guided it towards my waiting vagina. He is a big guy and easily pushed it inside me filling me up.

I was standing on tip toes supported by his massive penis kissing him passionately as he thrust into me. With each thrust I was closer to coming but then he did and immediately withdrew.

"Thanks Jane," he said washing himself carefully. I soaped up again and washed too.

I gave my hairless body a good rinse and then dried myself off as I slipped on my heeled slippers. I sat on the end of the bed and crossed my legs. I took my epilady and denuded my hairless legs again. Even though the hairs are not very dark and long I like to keep them all in control. It also makes the feeling of putting on my stockings much more sensuous.

I painted my toenails deep red with two coats of polish. I took the opportunity to lie back on the bed and examine my new breasts. They were so much bigger than before. They were surely the most extreme thing I had ever done or that we'd ever done since we got together.

With my nails dry I slipped on my stockings. I then asked Roger to lace me up using the new corset that had arrived from Hilda. It had no less than 4 suspender straps for each stocking leg and they were fiddly with my longer nails. I was also keen that my expensive stockings shouldn't be laddered.

"This one goes down to 24", he said. "So we'll try."

"OK," I said struggling for breath as he tugged on the laces squeezing me in to this erotic garment. The corset covered my boobs creating a nice cleavage. I stepped into a pair of silky black panties and smiled that their was no tell tale bulge and all that could be seen was the outline of my labial lips. I tucked the thong part into my rear cheeks and stepped into my black velvet pumps with their elegant 5" heel spike heels.

"My seams straight?" I asked him as I stood away from him.

"Yes very," he said.

I sat down at the dressing table and brushed out my long hair so it was silky smooth. It was now a honey blonde and contrasted strongly with the black of the corset. I popped in my new long dangly earrings into each earlobe before beginning my make-up.

Lips, eyes and face were all coated with the latest cosmetics. I especially like using lip liner to accentuate my top and bottom lips. I think the effect is stunning.

Finally I stood and walked over to my new dress. I inched the rear zipper down slowly and then stepped into it being careful of treading on the expensive material. As I pulled it up my soft legs I loved the feeling so that I shuddered. Roger meanwhile was getting dressed into a dress suit. He was looking as handsome as ever.

"Darling can you zip me up please?" I asked.

I really didn't need to ask as he duly obliged. I felt totally encased in the tight dress. It went to just above my knee and it was tight around my legs so my nylons rubbed together as I walked.

"You look fabulous," he said.

"Thanks to you," I replied.

"My pleasure," he said.

 

Chapter 8 – Reality Check

 

So here I sit on a high stool at a hotel bar waiting for Roger. I have known him six months now and he's changed me beyond recognition. I often don't recognise myself at times.

My corset is crushing my ribs and my feet are squeezed into these high heeled pumps. My legs are crossed and I love the feel of my smooth nylons as my legs touch. It sends a shiver down my back every time.

My fine coloured blonde hair has been cut and layered so that it hangs way past my shoulders down my back. It is straight and swept back from my face so you can see two sets of diamond earrings dangling from my ear lobes. Roger likes to run his hands through my hair at every opportunity.

I am wearing that tight black evening dress again that reveals my surgically enhanced figure. Since I had my implants they've grown a little more somehow and I now have largish DD cup breasts. I have a cleavage which the dress reveals to anyone who cares to look. And most men do look.

Roger told me that I have to keep my neck and face up and not to look down. I feel that I could be mistaken for a call girl or an upmarket escort given my lonely position in this dress and in this bar. I am tempted to smoke a cigarette to quench my nerves but he's forbidden that vice.

Despite his instructions I looked down at my feet crammed inside those matching pair of spike pencil heeled pumps and the sheer black seamed stockings that frame my elegant long legs. Around my shoulders is a net wrap that isn't designed for warmth but for elegance. The dress is very tight and I fidget too much trying to get smooth some imaginary creases I see on my skirt.

Roger hates to see the creases and wrinkles in my dresses so I am constantly trying to smooth them out. It's really hard to keep the dress smooth perched on this bar stool with my legs crossed at the knee.

Then I saw Roger come into the bar and he ordered a drink for himself on the opposite end of the bar. I wondered what he was playing at. Didn't he see me? He could have sat down next to me but he didn't do so. Then I remembered his lecture about observing me at a distance. I nodded to myself and realised that's what he was doing.

I sipped my martini and he chewed on a piece of ice from his glass. I could hear his jaws crunching down on the ice.

He'd told me what he expected from me if our relationship was to continue and I foolishly had agreed to it. He treats me well enough but does expect me to act in this manner and do completely as I am told.

It was like that when he told me that he didn't want to have sex with me in the conventional way but only for me to take him in my mouth. At first I was repulsed by the thought of giving him oral sex but now it's such an every day occurrence that I don't mind it any more as he said would happen. Like most things Roger says it is usually true.

After being served Roger moved to a spare seat with his drink so that he could get a different view of me. I wanted to go over and join him but I remained seated on this uncomfortable bar stool as he had ordered. Instead I moved my leg so that my spike heel was resting on the cross bar by the tip rather than under the sole of the shoe.

My toes are always bunched up wearing shoes like these constantly and they are always suffering because of the confines of these exquisitely designed expensively made heels that encase my feet.

I was tempted to take a nibble from the bar but think better of it as Roger controls my diet now so that I can reduce my waist size still more. Now I am a 24" waist which is 6" down on what it was when I met Hilda. Pleased with my progress Roger has ordered some 22" waist corsets from her and I am sure I will be laced down even more in due course.

Just then some men come in. I decided that its time to move away from the bar now that my drink is almost finished. So I carefully slid down onto my feet and instantly feel the unwelcome pressure on them again.

I walked over toward a leather sofa beside the window and sat down carefully so that I didn't crease my lovely dress as Roger continued to watch me. I sat erect because of the corset and watched the men looking around. They stared at me but didn't say anything loud enough to be heard. They are obviously talking about me though. They snatched glances in my direction continuously which is what Roger has planned I assumed.

Roger surprised me then by getting up and then he walked out of the bar completely leaving me alone. I licked my lips or tried to but my mouth was dry. I took a sip of my drink but still my mouth was dry.

After some laughter one of the men approached suddenly me. "We noticed that you were alone and wondered if you would like to join us?" he offered. "We'd like to buy you a drink to help us celebrate a big deal we made today."

"No I'm waiting for someone," I said then changed my mind. "Well a refill wouldn't be bad idea. The barman knows what I am drinking." I crossed my legs relishing the feeling of those nylons again and within a minute he was back with my glass full again.

"Do you mind if I join you then until your date arrives?" he asked.

"No I don't," I said honestly toasting him with the drink he'd just handed me. "He's actually just gone out." The man was a lot younger than Roger but was very friendly with a permanent grin on his face.

"I wouldn't leave you for a minute if you were with me dressed like that," he said.

"Oh?" I queried his comment.

"You're sexy and beautiful," he said. "Was he taking you to dinner?"

"I don't know. Perhaps," I said unhelpfully.

"Well his loss is my gain," the man said. "I'll keep you company."

"Thanks," I said moving my feet and noticing his attention divert to my steel tipped heels. I fussed more with the dress still trying to get the creases out by smoothing my skirt continually with my evening gloves. When I finished I would then pull up the gloves so they were still up past my elbows.

"Seriously you look like a million dollars," he said. "It doesn't look like he's coming back."

"Thanks for the compliment," I said and then decided to ask him some questions, "So what brings you here?"

"I could say you but I am on business today and we just made a big deal so I am unwinding before going home in the morning," he said.

"You are staying here at this hotel?"

"Yes it's comfortable and affordable which means I can spend time relaxing and enjoying myself," he said so I got his drift.

I laughed knowingly.

He drained his whisky and got up. "Would you like another?"

"No I'm fine," I said sipping my drink again as if to prove it.

He left to go the bar and then came back over toward me. He whispered in my ear, "I want you so bad."

Then he went back to the bar with me assuming it was the drink talking. When he returned with another drink instead of sitting opposite he sat down beside me. He put his arm along the back of the chair but since I wasn't sitting back he wasn't touching me. "Now this is cosy," he said.

"Yes it is," I smiled turning to him.

"We can go up to my room," he said suddenly.

I appeared to be surprised but deep down I wasn't. "I don't come cheap Mister." I wanted him to back off.

"How much?" he asked.

"At least £1000," I said not sure if that was a reasonable amount. I wanted to make it difficult for him to afford me and I thought a £1000 would be a reasonable figure to achieve that aim. It wasn't.

"That's fine," he said shocking me by handing me his room key. It was the penthouse suite. I was stunned that he didn't even blink when I said how much I wanted. He was going to pay me almost a month's salary for one night of sex.

I felt outraged and angry but somehow I got up and walked out clutching the key. My heels clicked on the marble tiles until I reached the lift. Then I pressed the button to the top floor and on finding the room, I let myself inside. I walked in to find Roger sitting waiting for me.

"Jim will be up in a minute, so I'll be brief," he said. "He likes using women in the rear and since you are TS that should be good for you too. Before you start with him ask for the money up front."

"I….," I stuttered surprise written on my face. "You set me up with someone for sex?"

"Because it's what I do," he said. "I thought you knew I couldn't afford all those dresses and corsets on a policeman's wages." Suddenly my brain clicked.

"Now look at yourself," he said pointing to the mirror. "You have changed completely. A high class escort able to command £1000 a night, you ooze sex and much more. After tonight you won't ever need to work in a crummy office as a secretary. This will be the life for you. This is your life from now."

"Roger," I said. "How can you do this to me?"

"Quite easily and by the way your name is Simone now if he asks," he said.

"Simone? My name's Jane."

"Not now baby," he said taking out a new certificate showing me that it had been changed to Simone Madison.

"Roger?" I wanted to ask him why but then it all clicked into place. I was stuck as some kind of high class hooker with my first John on the way up to the penthouse at this very minute.

"I get half of everything you make," he said getting up and taking his cane.

"Half?" I said annoyed.

"Yes it's my commission and from now on you have to buy your own clothes but at £500 a time you'll soon have money to buy an apartment of your own outright," he said walking toward the door. "You always wanted to be a woman now you get to be one performing the oldest job in the world."

Just as he opened the door, the man from the bar arrived. "She's ready for you," Roger said whistling on his way out.

I sat on the bed dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do or say to this man. I felt cheated and tricked. But also very unsure of what to do next until he laid £1000 in £50 notes on my lap.

"Do you do anal?" he asked.

"So long as you use a rubber," I said with at least some presence of mind.

"Sure," he said pulling out a red one from a bag on the dressing table.

With that I put the money in my clutch bag and started to remove my gloves.

"No leave them on," he said. "Let me undo your dress."

He unzipped me and I inched out of the tight material to reveal my corset and the suspenders holding up my stockings. He grabbed my breasts and then kissed me. I could feel my lustrous red lipstick smearing all over his lips.

He turned me around and lowered my lace panties. He fingered my vagina and then applied some KY jelly to my rear opening.

"You know you would have never have known you were once a guy," he said shocking me.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"That you are a transsexual?" he asked.

"You are the only kind I like," he said, "So when I spoke to Roger that I was coming to town he told me about you. He was absolutely right – You are stunningly beautiful and I want you often."

"He told you I was TS?" I asked tears welling up in my eyes.

"Yes but it's perfect for me. I prefer your kind over real women. You know how to please a man to perfection and baby you are perfection."

I was pushed onto the bed and knelt on all fours as this handsome confident young man pushed his penis into my rear where he fucked me for 5 minutes. All the time he would slap my ass playfully and stroke my breasts as I pushed back and forward onto his manhood. When he erupted I thought we were finished but then he turned me over, took off the condom and asked me to clean him up.

He fell asleep soon after and I got up to get dressed. I pulled up the zip on my dress cursing my stupidity and naivety. I walked over to the mirror with tears rolling down my eyes. My mascara was staining my cheeks. I quickly used a tissue to blow my nose and wipe the stains away. I brushed my hair put on my gloves over my inch long nails and walked out.

I put the money between my breasts and walked out. No job thanks to Roger who had made me resign. It had been good money from that guy in the penthouse even giving Roger half. I felt let down most of all that all that time he was changing me to become his escort instead of his girlfriend.

I felt really sad about that most of all. That all these changes were not for us but to make him more money so he could sucker another girl into his clutches. When I entered the hotel lobby I noticed a sign with my name on it. It said to go straight to the desk. When I got there I was given an envelope with a room key inside it. This was another guy in the other penthouse suite and I was given instructions on how to get there and how to get ready.

I wanted to run away but where would I run too? "Roger you bastard," I said out loud.

"Is everything all right Miss?" the desk assistant asked.

"Yes I'm fine," I said. "Thanks for your concern."

The end.

 

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