Detective Blues

by Joeshmoe547

 

Thursday, July 1, 2002

 

I awoke between Jim and James as the morning sun filtered through the abandoned warehouse's dirty windows. I was snuggled against James' broad back, my breasts crushed between us as I pressed close against him to ward off the early morning chill. I could feel Jim behind me, his hips curled tight against mine. My head ached slightly from the beer I had drunk last night as I sat up. Groggily, I thought about finding my clothes, but I found that James was lying on the chain that they had handcuffed me to. I lay back against his warm body and slowly took stock of my situation. Escape was not an option. I would have to wait for my two kidnappers to wake up and deal with them then. My bra had been removed at some point, but I still wore my white garter belt and stockings. Glancing down at my legs, I saw that the shear white nylons had developed numerous runs. They were a stark contrast with my now deeply tanned skin.

Jim stirred in his sleep, disturbed by my movements. Snuggling closer, he curled his arm around my waist as he ground his crotch against my butt. I could feel his erect penis as it nestled itself between the cheeks of my ass. Still sleepy, I lay still so as not to awaken him, enjoying the warmth from being sandwiched between the two handsome men. James and Jim were identical twin brothers. During the long warm summer night these two strong black males had totally mastered me. I had been forced to serve as their personal slave, and had been ordered about like a servant as I made them sandwiches, brought them beer, and made passionate love with them in any way they had pleased. The two men had taken great pleasure in dominating me, and in the process I had been the unwilling recipient of hands on lessons on exactly how to please a man. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I had enjoyed every shamefully pleasurable act they had forced me to perform. Bowing to their will had only seemed natural, and I found that my traitorous new body hungrily craved the sex they had forced upon me.

I thought about the events that had brought me to this moment as I lay between the two handsome men. Janet Washington, my beautiful African American secretary, had somehow stolen my body and left me stuck in hers. That had been late Monday. Today was Thursday, and I still had no idea how the switch had been performed. For the last few days I'd been stumbling blindly about, trying to impersonate her while searching for clues as to where she may have gone with my body. She'd done a lot of damage to my reputation and my business when she left, taking my confidential files and leaking them to the press and the police. If I did return to my male body, I might face some jail time thanks to Janet.

They'd brought me to this abandoned warehouse thinking they were going to question Janet about her connection to the ex-senator Will Herndon, the man who apparently was at least partially responsible for my current predicament. James and Jim hadn't realized that I was actually James' boss, Bill Richmond, trapped inside of Janet's body. And after having given James oral sex the day before, I'd been too ashamed to even think about telling them the truth. Even if I had, I doubt that they would have believed me. They'd stripped me, chained me up and beat my ass with a belt until I had told them everything that I knew, which wasn't much. I really hadn't a clue about Janet's dealings with Herndon or what mischief she had been up to. Stuck in her beautiful body, I was just trying to bluff my way through.

With a sleepy groan, James shifted his position and rolled over onto his back. There were no blankets, and without his warm body pressed close to mine, I could feel the chill in the air. Delicately, I moved Jim's limp arm from around my waist and scooted closer to James. I rested my head on his shoulder as I spooned my slight female form against his hard, muscular body. Gently throwing my nylon covered leg over his, my hand slowly roamed, enjoying the freedom of being able to touch every square inch of his deliciously nude form. My hand wandered over his manly chest and down his tight, fit stomach to where his large and very erect penis lay. It was every bit as stiff as the one that only a moment ago had been wedged between the cheeks of my ass. It seemed that the Arlington brothers both woke up with wood.

Running my fingers through his patch of curly pubic hair, I grabbed his thick cock at the root, slowly pulling on it as I recalled the intense and sensual pleasures I'd been forced to enjoy last night. All my life I had considered myself to be your typical heterosexual male. But since I had exchanged bodies with Janet, I had discovered to my never-ending shame that I was very much attracted to and aroused sexually by men. To make matters worse, the sex that I had been having with the men from Janet's past had been nothing short of incredible. It had been so much better than any sex I had ever had while in my male body.

I had tried and failed miserably to fight the urges that had come along with Janet's beautiful female body. But men, it seemed, had become my Kryptonite. The emotions and sensations evoked by a handsome man's touch where just too seductive and pleasurable to resist. Again and again, her body's needs had conquered any resistance my mind could put up. I wondered how I would react to what I'd been made to do when I finally regained my true form. Would I continue to desire men as I did now? Would my mind be permanently effected?

As I mulled over my fate and what I could do about it, I continued to fondle James's very stiff penis. Almost parallel to his stomach, the head seemed to levitate about an inch above his navel. I pressed it down to his stomach and it bobbed right back up, stiff as a board. Only a few days ago, I would have recoiled in horror if someone had suggested I touch another man's penis. Now it seemed as normal as twisting a doorknob.

I thought about the address for Herndon's associates that they had beaten out of me with the belt. I'd been in extreme pain at the time, and had desperately guessed at whom Janet's handlers could be in order to stop the punishment. I wasn't even sure if this "Charlie" person was who they were looking for. But it seemed that I had made a lucky guess. If James hadn't been satisfied, he would have had no trouble in burning my ass up with his belt. When he'd returned, he'd not said much besides comments along the lines of, "suck my dick," "spread your legs," and "I'm coming". He'd been short on talk and very, very long on the action.

A germ of an idea formed in my mind, and I turned it over inside my head as I gently caressed his manhood. Looking at the hard cock I held in my hand, I thought to myself, "When it comes to women, men tend let their dicks lead them around and do the thinking for them. I know I did, and Janet made a fool out of me because of it. Maybe I can turn the tables, and use this new body to my advantage."

I shivered at the thought of what this would require from me. It would mean doing everything I had been trying to avoid these last few days. Up until now I had merely played at being a woman, trying in vain to avoid the situations that offended my male ego. But my night of passion with the Arlington brothers had changed all that. From this point forward, I would have to play the seductress, and be feminine and pleasing to James – and any other man I wanted something from. And in exchange for meeting my needs, these men would be requiring service – sexual service.

But if I played my cards right, I wouldn't have to go it alone. James wasn't on my side, but we did have the same goals. I wasn't too sure about his motives, but we both wanted to find Bill Richmond and Will Herndon. If I played along, and acted like I was sorry for betraying him and myself, Bill Richmond, I might be able to get onto James's good side. With a little luck, I could get James to do the detective work while I sat back in the shadows. I might have to beg his forgiveness, and I would certainly have to continue having sex with James and his brother, but the payoff for my "work" would be my male body. I would have to be very careful, though. I was living a life of deception, and if I were caught in a lie I would surely be punished as I was last night. I could still feel the welts on my ass from James's belt.

I continued to stroke the warm penis in my hand. This was his Achilles heel, and I would have to take full advantage of it. I thought about one of the women that I used to date while I was still a man. She'd had a wonderful habit of waking me every morning with a blowjob. I'd loved waking up with my cock in the mouth of a pretty girl, and I was sure the same would be true for James. And right now, I needed James to like me. A lot.

Not having many other options, I slowly slid my body downwards until my face was even with James' penis. I examined it closely as I lightly ran my fingers over it's dark skin, tracing the maze of veins that crisscrossed the surface of his shaft. The head of his cock was the size of a large plum, and the pee hole leaked a small amount of precome as I continued to stroke it. After last night, I had to admit that this truly was the best part of a man. The simple beauty of his thick cock mesmerized me. It's shape and texture was intoxicating, and I longed to taste it.

I wrinkled my nose at the smell of the cum that had coated it at three different times during the night, but I quickly banished any qualms I might have had. Giving him an orgasm could only improve his mood, and I needed any advantage I could get. I pulled the head toward me and ran my tongue around it. It was salty and delicious. I slowly sucked it into my warm mouth, savoring the flavor as I enjoyed his presence in my mouth. He awoke with a groan, and his hand moved to the back of my head. "Don't stop!" he gasped. I hadn't planned on it.

I heard Jim waking up as I continued to slowly bob my head onto James. "She never seems to get enough, does she bro?" Jim asked James with a yawn. I glanced over to see Jim lying on his side, watching me suck on his brother's cock.

James replied in a strained voice, "What did I tell you? I've never met a woman who was as cock crazy as Janet. She just loves dick! Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

I paused in my sucking long enough to give him a lopsided grin. I wasn't too sure how to reply to his question, or if a reply was even necessary. It was obvious to everyone there, including myself, that I was enjoying myself.

A few moments later, he erupted into my mouth. His penis oozed its thick, salty sperm as the head lay on my wet tongue. I pumped the shaft as I swallowed, careful to drain him of every drop. I continued to kiss and lick his cock as it slowly deflated, enjoying its taste.

Jim tapped me on my head to gain my attention, and I turned to look at him. He was lying on his back, impatiently waiting for my attentions. I arose to my hands and knees, crawled between his legs and grasped his rock hard penis, resigned to my fate. It was identical in every way to his twin brothers', and just as tasty. I lovingly ran my greedy hands over his body as I took him into my mouth. I knew that I was doing this in order to get onto James' good side, but I couldn't help but enjoy myself. As my head bobbed up and down on Jim, a little voice inside my head accused me of starting to like the situation I was in.

His cock couldn't take my oral assault for long, and soon gave up its salty nectar into my waiting mouth. As I licked the last stray drops of semen from his penis, it dawned on me that I was becoming quite good at sucking cock. It was little wonder, seeing how much practice I had been getting since swapping bodies with Janet.

I finished cleaning his penis and sat up on the bed, my leash finally out from underneath of James' body. He had gotten up and was pulling his pants on. He looked over and told us to get dressed. Jim quickly rose to his feet and retrieved his pants. As he put them on, he asked James what they should do with me.

"Uncuff her," said James. "We'll drop her off at her townhouse on the way home."

"Do you really think we can trust her?"

"We're going to have to. We have no other choice." He turned to me and glared. "That's right, I'm going to give you a chance to make things up to me. But if you double-cross me again you'll be sorry! Now get your clothes on and I'll explain everything in the car." Jim unlocked the handcuffs, and I hurried to gather together my clothes, happy that things finally appeared to be going my way. If James wanted me to help in the search for William Herndon as I hoped he did, it would make the search for my body that much easier.

I slipped on my shelf bra and rehooked it with relative ease, then eased my tiny bikini panties up my legs until they were snug against my vagina. I stepped into my dress, or what remained of it. Last night James had ripped the top open, popping off quite a few buttons. The front gaped open, leaving my breasts exposed. I must have been a sight. My dress was torn, my stockings were full of runs, and my hair was a mess. I guess you could say I had the tied up and fucked hard look.

I picked up the purse and gathered all the items that James had dumped from it, including the polaroids. The pack of birth control pills was the last thing I picked up. The pills, I noticed, were dated with the days of the week. Today was Thursday, and the last pill was taken was on Monday. Thinking about the large amounts of sperm that the Arlington brothers had planted deep inside of me, I quickly popped out Tuesday and Thursday, swallowing them dry. The last thing in the world I needed was to get pregnant.

I found my high heels and followed the two men out to the car. Jim got behind the wheel, and James hopped into the back seat. At his insistence, I joined him there. I scooted next to him and he put his arm around me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and put my hand on his thigh, enjoying his nearness. I was finding it easier as the days went by to fall into the role of the submissive female.

Jim turned on the stereo and was soon nodding his head to the beat. "I know that you've lied to me in the past," James whispered into my ear. "But that's all water under the bridge now. Jim and I need you to help us. You're the only one who can get close to Herndon and his associates. They got something I need, and the payoff, if we're successful, is gonna be big. Which means we all will be on easy street if you'll just work for me instead of your old boss. What was he paying you to snoop for him, anyway?"

Having no idea what Janet would have earned for her nefarious deeds, I made up a number out of thin air. "He was going to pay me $100,000 for four months of working at the detective agency. He was supposed to give me my first installment of $30,000 on Monday, but I haven't been able to get hold of him. I think he may have left the country." I hoped that James would believe the line of shit I was handing him.

He smiled and said, "I'll pay you twice that if you get me what I want."

"$200,000?"

"Yup, two hundred grand."

My eyes widened. That was quit a bit of cabbage. How was he going to pay me that much money? And from where was he going to get it? The wheels inside of my mind started to turn, and I wondered what it was that he wanted from Herndon.

"Where are you going to get that kind of money from?" I asked, hoping to pump him for more information.

"Don't worry about it, honey. Just do as I say and you'll have more money than you can spend. He took me by my chin and turned my face towards his. "But remember this. If you stab me in the back again, what we did to you last night will seem like kiddy stuff."

"I never meant to betray you James. Herndon told me to get information on Richmond, but I never thought it might get you in trouble!" I replied with feeling. I hoped he believed my lies. He was the best hope I had if I wanted to recover my body.

He looked at me dubiously. "I almost want to believe you. But like I said, what's done is done. From now on you work for me. Got it?"

I nodded my head, and another question occurred to me. I asked, "I can see why you want to find Herndon, but why are you so hot to find Richmond? I thought that you didn't get along very well with the guy." This was true. While James had been my most talented employee, we had never been what you would call "friends".

"That asshole hung me out to dry when he disappeared. He left evidence of illegal wire-tapping where the cops could find it. The only reason I'm not in jail right now is because I agreed to testify against him in court when he's found. If he's still alive, I'm going to find him and beat his ass!" I could feel the rage in his voice, and I shuddered to think what would happen if he ever found out the truth.

He leaned his head back against the seat and was soon fast asleep. I rode next to James' sleeping form and listened to the music as he softly snored. To pass the time I pulled a brush from my purse and combed out my tangled mass of hair. I watched the scenery go by and soon recognized where we were. They had driven me far north of the district into Maryland.

Finished with my hair, I looked at my stockings and realized they were not fit to be seen in public. I hiked up my skirt and unsnapped the tabs holding them in place. I pulled them off, turning sideways and extending my legs. I was startled as a truck riding beside us sounded it's horn. I looked up and the diver smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

"You givin' that man a show?" asked Jim with a smile. He had been watching me as well in the rear view mirror.

I giggled to myself, secretly pleased that they had liked what they'd seen. I stuffed the tattered stockings into my purse as Jim hopped onto the beltway, and soon we were in Virginia. When the exit for Alexandria neared, Jim turned and spoke sharply to his brother, waking him up. James woke up with a yawn. He stretched his arms and looked out the window to see where we were.

He turned to me and said, "We'll be at you house in a few minutes. Listen up." He proceeded to tell me what he had planned. He wanted me to infiltrate Charlie's residence in Mclean. He expected me to knock on the door wearing a wire, talk my way into the house and pump Charlie for Herndon's whereabouts. " So much for letting James do all the work," I thought. Wearing a wire would put me directly in harms way.

"I'll be listening to everything you say, so don't get cute!" said James with a frown. "I'll be paying you a lot of money, so I expect you to do exactly as I say."

James explained that he would pick me up at my house later this afternoon. We would drive to Mclean, and then he and Jim would wait outside and monitor the situation as I met with Charlie. "If you find yourself in trouble, Jim and I will come in to get you out. But I don't foresee us having any problems."

"We'll be by to pick you up at three o'clock sharp, so be ready." We turned onto Janet's street and headed towards her house. I saw Ron standing out front, talking to an elderly couple. He was in his uniform, probably getting ready to leave for work. The car pulled up and stopped directly in front of them. "Remember what I said," James reminded me.

I opened the door and prepared to get out, my purse in one hand and the other holding the top of my dress together. As I attempted to ease out of the door, James put his foot on my ass and pushed hard. I stumbled from the car and fell to my hands and knees in front of Ron and the old couple. Jim hit the gas, burning rubber as they sped off.

James yelled out from the back seat, "That's for telling so many lies!" People up and down the street looked out their windows to see what the commotion was. I felt a breeze on my breasts as I looked up into the surprised faces of Ron and his friends. My purse lay spilled open on the street and the top of the dress was wide open, displaying my charms to anyone within eyeshot.

The old woman grabbed her husband by the hand and dragged him away as I attempted to cover myself. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Grinning from ear to ear, Ron helped me to my feet and handed me my purse.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance," he said as he walked inside with me. I headed up towards my room, humiliated. Ron followed close behind.

 

"I need to talk to you," He said. Almost in tears, I tried to shut the door so I could have some privacy, but he pushed it open like I wasn't there. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Come here and tell me what you've been up to," he said in a stern voice. Apprehensive, I slowly did as he asked. I seated myself beside him and looked at him.

"Who was that in the car?" he asked.

"A friend of mine from work," I answered. I could feel that he was upset with me.

"It looked like James," he said.

"Does Ron know James?" I thought. Probably, if he knew his name. Only Ron, James and Janet knew the whole truth.

"Yes, it was," I answered softly. Telling a lie could only hurt at this point.

Apparently this didn't seem to bother him, but he still seemed angry. "You know what today is, don't you?"

He had me stumped. "Today's Thursday," I replied.

"No, I mean the date. What is today's date?" he replied, clearly becoming exasperated with me.

"Today's the first, Ron."

He turned his head and glared at me. "That's right, and for your information, that is the day that your rent is due! I hope that you have the money you owe me!" I was shocked. I hadn't even thought about the possibility of Janet having bills.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I had loads of money in the bank, but it was all in Bill Richmond's name. There was no way that Janet Washington could withdraw any of it.

"You owe me three hundred for this month, and three hundred for last month. Did you conveniently forget?" I opened my purse and pulled out the money that Janet had left there. I counted it and found that the two hundred dollars had shrunk to one hundred and fifty.

"It's all that I have for now, Ron," I said meekly as I offered it to him. As he took it, I proceeded to tell him about what had happened at work yesterday, leaving out the story of how I had given Lt. Joe Lorton a blowjob. "I lost my job, and I'm not even sure if I am going to be paid tomorrow!" I said truthfully.

"Damn it, Janet! Every month you pull this same crap, and I'm getting tired of it! When are you going to grow up?"

"I'm sorry, Ron. Isn't there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I asked, my eyes brimming with tears.

With a sly look on his handsome face, Ron looked me over.

I eyed his smug, smiling face and realized what it was that he wanted. Once again, I was trapped. Ron wanted sex, and I was in no position to refuse him. If I wanted to keep a roof over my head, I was going to have to take care of his sexual needs until I either found my original body or I earned enough money to pay for the rent. Ron pulled me against him and his lips descended onto mine.

For a guy who claimed that he wanted to return to his natural body, I found that I was eager to kiss this handsome man. My arms wound around his neck as our lips met, and I welcomed his tongue as it dipped between my lips. The pleasurable sensations he evoked from my now very feminine body seemed to overpower my reason. His hand reached into my torn dress, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples as his tongue explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. I ran my hand over the front of his pants and felt his penis as it hardened.

He pulled his lips from mine and said, "I only have time for a quickie. Get up on the bed." I hurried to comply. He positioned me on my knees, with my head on a pillow and my ass sticking up in the air. I heard the sound of his zipper, and saw him walk around the bed to carefully hang his dress pants and boxers over the back of a chair. He was nude from the waist down, his erect penis bobbing as he walked. He walked back behind me and climbed onto the bed. I could feel his penis touching the back of my leg as he pulled my skirt up over my butt and tugged my panties down.

"You've got welts on your ass, Janet!" chuckled Ron with amusement. "Were you a bad girl? Did James have to teach you a lesson?" He smacked me lightly on the right cheek. "Answer me!" He spanked my left cheek, only harder.

"Yes, it was James," I whimpered. I let out a low moan as his hand cupped my mound and began to slowly finger my clit.

"I saw another man in that car! Who was it?"

"His brother Jim," I sighed. His fingers worked magic, and my pussy moistened in response.

He positioned his cock at the entrance to my vagina, and I arched my back to allow him the proper angle of attack. He pushed, slowly working his way inside of me. I could feel my vagina stretching and lubricating to accommodate his large penis as he thrust his way in, little by little. He was all the way inside when he asked his next question. "Did you let them both fuck you?" he asked. Too embarrassed to reply, I hid my face in the pillow. He spanked me again, the hardest blow yet. It sounded like a shot inside the small room.

"Yes!" I yelped. He chuckled as he started to move, his hips slapping my ass. I moaned as I felt his cock repeatedly penetrating me to the core.

"I'll bet you sucked both of their cocks as well!" he said.

"Yes," I gasped as he continued to fuck me. I felt so dirty, admitting these shameful things to him.

"You little slut!" he laughed, as he pounded his cock into me. "The only thing you enjoy more than one hard cock is two hard cocks. Tell me how much you love my cock!"

I hesitated again. The things he wanted me to say were just too personal and embarrassing. He whacked my ass again hard for emphasis

"Tell me!" he demanded. He stopped his thrusting motion and pulled his penis out of my vagina. I moaned in frustration, and wiggled my hips about in a vain attempt to find it.

"Please…" I begged, not wanting to say the words.

"Tell me how much you love my cock and I'll put it back in," he said, as he rubbed the head over my mound, teasing me to distraction.

I felt like such a slut. Here I was on the bed with my ass in the air, my dress hiked up around my waist and my panties at my knees, whimpering for this man's cock. He smacked my ass once again.

"Yes! Oh god, yes, I love your cock! Please fuck me!" I begged, admitting to my shameful desires.

As a reward for my honesty, he reinserted his cock, grabbing my hips as he filled me with his man meat. It felt so wonderful as it sawed in and out of my pussy. It was like a drug, rendering me senseless. I reached a hand under my belly to my pussy. As Ron pumped into me, I fingered my clit in time to his thrusts. It didn't take long for Ron to cum. As he moaned and spurted deep inside of me, I realized that his sperm would be mixed in with that of James and Jim. The thought pushed me over the edge, and I came as I fingered my pussy with Ron's still twitching tool buried deep inside of me.

Ron pulled his spent penis from my vagina and told me to turn around. I did, and he presented me his cock for cleaning. I lovingly tongue bathed him, cleaning all of the sperm off of his penis. "I've really gotta go," he said as he pulled his pants back on, "you've made me late for work!"

I watched him walk quickly out of the room and down the stairs from the comfort of my bed. I turned my head to look at the clock on the bed table. It read ten o'clock. I had a few hours before James came by to pick me up. Since I had some time to waste, I decided to take a bath. I walked into the bathroom and ran the water. A tin of bath salts sat on the edge of the tub. Opening the lid, I could smell the sweet scent of lilacs. It smelled so delicious, I added some to the water. The odor seemed to fill the entire bathroom as I slipped off the tattered remains of my dress and stepped into the water.

The hot water soothed my tired, sore body as I lay back in the tub. I relaxed and let out a sigh. My troubles temporarily forgotten, I slowly washed my self in the sweet smelling water until I dozed off.

When I awoke, the water was lukewarm. I got out of the tub and dried my self off. I hurried back to my room in the nude, worried that I had slept too long. Looking at the clock I breathed a sigh of relief. It was only twelve. I sat at the dressing table and proceeded to brush my hair. As I brushed, I began to think about what I should wear. I opened the drawers beside me and looked at Janet's rather extensive lingerie collection. The dresser had five drawers, and each one was stuffed to overflowing with the soft, silky clothing. I began to look through the drawers and pulled out an astonishing assortment of different styles and colors of teddies, babydolls, corsets, stockings, garter belts, chemises, panties, and bras. I wasn't sure where to begin. I pulled out a blue teddy with a thong back and wondered how it would look on me. I quickly slipped it on and looked at my image in the mirror.

I had always enjoyed looking at Victoria Secrets catalogs when I was a man. The woman standing before me in the mirror could have easily graced it's pages. I was pleased with my appearance in the silky feminine clothing and, like a child on Christmas day, I quickly pulled off the teddy and began to try on a number of different types and styles of lingerie. I found that I enjoyed the way the soft silk, nylon and satin garments felt on my skin, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach when I tried to imagine the way that James would react to me in these sexy little bits of nothing. I finally tried on a matching set of purple thong panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. Gazing at the sexy woman in the mirror, I decided to wear it.

I sat back down at my dresser and carefully applied lipstick, eyeliner and mascara. I lightly sprayed myself with a bottle of perfume, then walked into her closet to pick through the huge collection of clothing. I finally decided on a purple leather mini skirt with a matching halter-top that matched the lingerie I had selected. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up my nylon covered legs. I found as I pulled up the small zipper on the back that it was very tight, and hugged my ass like a second skin. I slipped on the top and looked at myself in the mirror. The outline of my nipples could be seen through the thin fabric, and my flat, toned midriff was bare. I looked myself over, and approved of what I saw. I was dressed as Janet had always dressed, wearing very sexy and revealing clothing. I could only hope that it would distract Charlie from the fact that I didn't know much about him.

I climbed back onto the bed and picked up Janet's diary. I reread the passages where she mentioned Charlie and Mr. "H". I now knew that Mr. H was none other than the Ex-Senator Herndon. I had no idea who Charlie might be, but I knew that he was tied up with Herndon somehow. I could understand Herndon's motives, seeing as I had ruined his life and destroyed his family, but what was driving Charlie and, for that matter, Janet? I continued to read. According to the diary, Janet, Charlie and Herndon where best buddies until shortly before Janet started to work for me about three months ago. Apparently they had a falling out and Janet moved out of the Mclean address and in with Ron and Lila. That was about all I could glean from the diary. She rarely went into specifics, and many code words were sprinkled throughout the text to throw off unauthorized readers.

I sighed and set the book down. I still knew next to nothing about this Charlie. Janet had been close to this person, and I was going to have to walk into the place blind and act like I knew him. Who knew what he was like and how he felt about Janet now. I walked back into the closet and selected a matching pair of shoes. My heels clicking on the hardwood floor, I headed down to the kitchen to wait for the Arlington brothers.

The morning paper lay on the table, and I sat down and looked at the headlines. "Senator Fairfax Faces More Charges", the headlines read. Fairfax was Herndon's main rival in congress. I worked for the man for many years, helping to ruin many careers, including Herndon's. It now appeared that Herndon was having his revenge. He was sending Fairfax off to jail thanks to the evidence from the files that Janet had stolen. He must have reserved a special punishment for me, since I was now living in Janet's body. But how had it been done? The sound of a horn announced the arrival of James and Jim. I grabbed my purse and rushed out the door. Finally I would find the answers to the many questions that had baffled me for days.

End of chapter four

  

  

  

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