Detective's Blues

by joeshmoe547

Chapter Seven

 

I sat across from the table from the attractive blonde that I'd never met before tonight. She…or was it he?…...had just told me a fantastic tale, and all of my preconceptions had been smashed. At first, I'd been led to believe she was none other that Charlotte Brasswell, a rich heiress and socialite living in Mclean, Va. But she claimed she was actually Professor John Phillip Oakton, swapped into Charlie's body in a laboratory experiment gone awry. I probably wouldn't have been able to believe her far-fetched tale if the exact same thing hadn't happened to me. My name is Bill Richmond, and only three days ago I was somehow placed inside of my sexy African American secretary's female body. Not knowing how it had happened, I'd been fruitlessly searching for answers ever since.

Now that I knew the answers to all of the questions that had been plaguing me, I wasn't very happy. I'd been forced into working for Rocco Tortelli, a mafia boss known in the Washington, DC area as a cruel and ruthless despot of crime.

"It's a bit much to take in all at once, isn't it?" said the Professor, watching me mull over the information she had given me. Her voice startled me from my thoughts and I looked up, my mind still only able to believe half of what she'd told me. But my instincts told me that she was telling the truth.

She sighed deeply and continued her story. "After Janet had left in tears, Rocco and I made passionate love until the early morning hours, and as a result I woke up late for work." She smiled a guilty smile, and said, "I'm sure you've heard women joke about how 'a hard man is good to find'? Well, I learned first hand just how true that can be. I slept with Rocco all that night, and after countless toe curling orgasms I found that I was enjoying being a girl."

"The sex was fabulous. Addicting, really. But I'm sure I don't have to tell you that." She gave me a knowing look that spoke volumes. "You've had some similar experiences while you've been in Janet's body, right?"

My face flushed with shame at the thought of the very hot sex that I'd been having the last few days while I'd been trapped in Janet's feminine form. It had been so good I felt guilty just thinking about it. I thought about telling her a lie to save face, but I knew that would do me no good. I had to learn the truth, and that meant I had to tell the truth, no matter how embarrassing it might be.

Hesitantly, I said, "Yes… yes I have. And it's really been bothering me. When I was a man, all I thought about was girls. Now that I'm a girl, all I think about is men! And I've found that I have these uncontrollable urges to have sex with them….urges that I can't resist. Why?"

The professor smiled and said, "I'm no medical doctor, but I do have a theory as to why we both have the same little "problem". Allow me explain. People's minds are merely chemically generated electrical impulses within their brains. When your mind was swapped into Janet's body, your unique electrical patterns where taken from your male brain and installed into Janet's female brain. And being female, Janet's brain is literally stewing in female hormones."

"These hormones, estrogen especially, tend to control our sex drive, our moods, our menstrual cycle, you name it. Our male minds had never experienced the effects of female hormones before the swap, and as a consequence they hit us harder than a woman who has been experiencing them for her whole life. Our new sexual orientation and increased libidos are caused in part by this overdose of hormones. But that's not all. Human pheromones are also affecting us. Both men and women give off them off. Pheromones are a chemical scent undetectable except to certain portions of the mind that control sexual attraction and desire. Like the hormones, we have no resistance built up against them. I believe the overdose of hormones combined with the close proximity of a healthy, attractive man who's producing male pheromones combine to make both you and me weak in the knees. There's nothing you can do about it, really, except sit back and enjoy the ride!"

I nodded my head, feeling somewhat comforted. I was glad that there was a plausible explanation for the rather embarrassing events of the past few days. I had other questions about how these female hormones could be effecting me, but I couldn't afford to be sidetracked. I had to hear the ending of her bizarre tale. "So what happened after Janet discovered you with Rocco?" I asked. "And how did Rocco find out that you weren't actually Charlotte Brasswell?" The professor absent-mindedly smoothed out the hem of her skirt as she spoke.

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"Lord knows I had second thoughts about switching back, especially after my long night with a stud like Rocco, but I knew it was wrong to force Charlie to remain in my body for one minute longer than necessary," she began. "After Rocco finally let me get out of bed, I showered and got dressed in her clothes."

"I had intended to leave immediately for work, but Rocco demanded that I cook him breakfast. He wouldn't allow me to leave until I did so. I tried to explain that I was supposed to be at my job by nine a.m., but I was intimidated into doing what he wanted."

"My wife had always done the cooking at my house, but I managed to fry him some bacon and eggs without burning them. Charlie must have been getting worried when I didn't show up at work, because the telephone started to ring around nine thirty. Rocco happened to be sitting next to it, and every time that he answered whoever was on the other end would hang up. Looking slightly disgusted, he finished eating his breakfast and headed back upstairs to take a shower. As I was doing the dishes, the phone rang again and I quickly picked it up."

"Hello?" I said with a shaky voice.

"John, is that you?" I heard my male voice speak.

"Yes, it's me! I'm running late! This Rocco fellow wouldn't let me leave until I cooked him some breakfast!"

"Rocco…….what is he doing there? You wouldn't….I mean, you couldn't have……I mean, please tell me that you didn't sleep with Rocco last night!"

"I...I...I'm sorry," I confessed, "I didn't mean to, it just….just happened, that's all. What's important is that we switch back, and pronto!"

"Oh jeez, all right, I'm on my way now. When you didn't show up I got nervous. I loaded the machine into your car and headed towards the house. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"But Rocco is still here! What are we going to do about him?"

"I don't know, but think of something, and fast! And whatever you do, don't tell Rocco about the machine! The guy is little better than a common thug. I never knew what Janet saw in him…..besides that big dick of his, of course."

I said goodbye and hung up the phone. I finished washing the dishes to pass the time until Charlie arrived. As I was drying them, Rocco came sauntering in. I could tell that something was up from the way his eyes bored into me. "Just what are you up to, Charlie? Who was that on the phone? I heard everything you just said on the upstairs line! What is this machine you're talking about, and why shouldn't I be told about it?" His hands gripped the tops of my arms tightly, digging into my tender flesh. "Whoever that was said that he'll be over in a few minutes. In the meantime, you and I are going to have a little talk. You're going to tell me exactly what is going on, and it better be the truth!"

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"So what did you do?" I interrupted, enthralled by her story.

"What do you think?" she replied sheepishly. "I was never what you would call a particularly brave man, or woman for that matter. I was frightened, and I couldn't help but spill the beans. I told him everything. I could tell that he didn't quite believe me, but he was amused by my story. So we waited together for Charlie to arrive."

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When the doorbell finally rang, Rocco answered the door with a smile on his lips. Charlie's face fell when he saw it was Rocco. "Come in, Come in!" he said, ushering Charlie inside with obvious pleasure. "Now what might your name be, sir?"

Charlie looked from Rocco's patronizing face to mine, and then back at him. She glared and pointed her finger in my direction. "I knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut! I can tell from your stupid act that you know who I am, Rocco. And I'm sure you know who he is too!" Rocco looked from one of us to the other, and chuckled in his deep baritone voice. "This is just too bizarre! You guy's must be trying to play a trick on me!"

"This is no joke! I want my body back and I want it now!" Charlie turned to me and said, "Your wife is the biggest bitch I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. She henpecked me all night, and when I told her off she made me sleep on the couch!"

Her words filled me full of dread. My wife was a tiger when she was angry, and it sounded like Charlie had pushed all of her buttons. "Oh my god," I moaned, thinking about what I had in store for me when I got home. "This has really gotten out of hand. Come on, I'll help you get the machine out of the car."

What happened next was unexpected. Charlie turned to head back outside, and I made to follow her. Without any warning, Rocco grabbed his shoulder with his meaty paw. Before he could turn around, Rocco pulled a blackjack from his back pocket and slammed it against the back of his head. He slumped to the floor, dark red blood running down the back of his neck.

Rocco turned to look at me with a feverish look on his face. "If what I'm hearing from you two is correct, then I'm thinking that this machine might be able to make me some money." His look quickly turned calculating as he watched me standing there in shocked horror. "It would make you some money too, professor….. If you go along with me and do as I say, that is. Together we could make some serious cash."

"Oh no," I gasped, horrified by what the brutal clubbing he'd just given Charlie. "I couldn't possibly do that!"

"If I were you, I'd rethink that," he snarled. "If you aren't with me, you're against me. Bad things happen to those who are against me, professor. And I'm sure you wouldn't want anything to happen to your wife, would you?"

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"And I've been under Rocco's thumb ever since," she finished. Her eyes had a far away look in them when she finished telling her woeful tale, and her tanned complexion had paled considerably. "If I rebelled against him, my wife or any members of my extended family would be hurt. And I couldn't allow that." She looked at me, her pretty, youthful face pleading with me to understand her plight.

Just then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement lab. The door popped open and there stood Rocco. Rocco was tall and muscular, with a devilishly handsome face, piercing eyes and a full head of dark wavy hair. He held a fresh bottle of wine and three glasses in his hands. The sight of the wineglasses made me flush with embarrassment. I couldn't help but recall what he'd made me do the last time that we had shared a "drink" together.

One of his henchmen stood behind him, holding a small television. Rocco paused for a moment to take in the scene, and I shivered as he looked me over and licked his lips. I felt like a pork chop set in front of a starving man. "I hope you two ladies are all through with your girl talk," he said. "It's time to talk some business!"

"Please, I have one more question!" I begged.

"Go ahead," said Rocco.

"You said that Herndon stole the prototype of the memory transfer device. How was he mixed up in all of this? And how did he get hold of it?"

"You weren't the first person to discover Herndon's deep dark secret, Richmond," he said as he set the bottle of wine and the glasses on the table. "One of my business associates had seen him in a gay bar that he owned and let me know about it. I had him followed and, like you, I had him photographed in the act, so to speak. I used this to blackmail him. You have no idea how helpful it is to have friends in high places."

He paused long enough to take a fat cigar from his breast pocket and light it. Blowing smoke into the air, he continued. "After you outed him and he was voted out of office, I probably should have kicked him to the curb. He was useless to me at that point. But we'd become friends over the past several years and I've always been loyal to my friends."

He puffed on his cigar some more and said, "I made a big mistake when I told him about the memory transfer device. Janet and Herndon where the best of friends, and she still had a key to this house after she left, so I'm guessing she gave it to Herndon. He broke in here, stole the prototype and left me a note bragging about what he'd done. End of story. Does that answer all of your questions?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes."

"Good, good, I don't want you kept in the dark now that you're working for me!" As he said this he popped the cork and poured three glasses of Chardonnay. He handed a glass to the professor and I. I looked in the glass and was thankful I saw only chilled white wine.

His hired muscle put the TV on the table and plugged it in, then went over and sat on a nearby chair to watch us from behind his dark glasses. The television had a built in VCR, and Rocco produced a tape from his jacket pocket and popped it in. As the tape rewound he sipped his wine and said, " I got this tape in the mail this morning. At first I thought that it was some kind of practical joke, but now that you've made your appearance, Miss Richmond, I realize it's much more than that." He looked at me with a smile and said, "Take a look. Let me know if you see anybody you recognize."

He pointed a remote control at the TV and pressed play. The image of a crowded restaurant bustling with busy waiters and hungry patrons appeared on the screen. The camera panned across the ravenous crowds of people shoving seafood into their mouths and zoomed in a particular group of diners. The image showed three men sitting at a table, drinking beer and laughing.

I looked more closely at them, and to my shock I saw my own face on screen. My missing male face! My jaw dropped as I watched myself laughing and joking with the two men sitting at the table with me. But that wasn't me, I slowly realized, and it wasn't Janet either. According to what I'd learned from the Professor and Rocco, it was none other than the disgraced Senator William Herndon!

Rocco saw the look of understanding on my face and said, "Yes, it's the good senator, out on the town and enjoying himself in your body!"

I was speechless. I studied the two men sitting with Herndon more closely. The first was a broad shouldered and ruggedly handsome blonde, the tanned and muscular beach bum type. The other was a very dark black man. His head was smooth shaven and he possessed the incredible physique of a man who'd spent long hours in the gym. His dark muscles bulged from under his tight white T-shirt.

"My guess is that Herndon sent this to us as a way of taunting us. If you hadn't shown up on our doorstep, I probably never would have put two and two together," said Rocco. "But keep watching. This gets better!" It was weird to see myself talking to these two men on the screen and know that someone else was inside. Herndon waved to the camera and smiled.

The scene cut to a beach. The camera followed Herndon in my body as he walked hand in hand with the blonde. They both wore small, tight Speedo's, something I had never worn while I was a man. The sand they walked on was pure white, and the ocean beside them was a deep blue. The palm trees in the distance were a dead give away that they were in a tropical area of the world.

What I saw next made me gasp with shock. The two men stopped walking, embraced one another and began to kiss passionately. Rocco saw the expression on my face and laughed derisively. "They sure are getting friendly, aren't they, Janet? But I guess that you of all people should know the senator! He always did like guys, not girls!" Horror struck, I could only watch as the camera followed them as they continued to meander along the beach, playing a game of grab ass and stopping every now and then to share a kiss. My stomach felt queasy. I was not at all liking how this movie was unfolding.

The camera followed them as they walked towards a blanket that had been spread on the sand. A camera tripod stood nearby. They slid their swimsuits down their legs and kicked them off. Herndon lay down on the blanket, and his friend grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion lying conveniently nearby. With obvious relish he proceeded to slather it all over what had only a few days ago been my body. I watched as the penis that had been my pride and joy slowly inflated. It was almost enough to enough to make me cry. Rocco, however, was finding it all very amusing. He laughed as the beach boy took my penis in his mouth with obvious relish and began to suck. I had thought that I'd known what it meant to be truly humiliated, but I discovered at that moment that I hadn't even started to plumb the depths.

I turned to Rocco. "Do you think any other copies could have been made?" I asked thickly, like I'd been to see the dentist and had not quite recovered from the novocaine.

"Who knows. Maybe," he said noncommittally. "Why, afraid someone else might see this?"

I wanted to scream "YES!" at the top of my lungs, but I knew that it would only make Rocco laugh again. So I kept quiet and continued to watch my worst nightmare unfold on the videotape.

The Professor whispered, "My goodness, watching those two hunks get it on makes me kind of hot and bothered." Her eyes were glued to the screen. She added in a wistful tone, "But it seems like such a waste, doesn't it? Two handsome men with eyes only for each other." As much as I hated to admit it, I had to agree with her. If it hadn't been for my own body being on the screen, I probably would have enjoyed watching the movie. I couldn't help but notice that both of the men were very attractive, and over the last few days I'd found out the hard way that men turned me on in the body that I now inhabited.

On the screen, the men had shifted their bodies into the sixty-nine position. With obvious pleasure, the two bobbed their heads as they sucked on each other's cocks. I could tell from the way that the camera jerked and moved that the cameraman had placed the camera on the tripod. A third man, probably the cameraman, entered the scene. It was the black man from the restaurant. He stripped off his swim trunks and stood over the two on the blanket. His jet-black penis was impressive. Herndon and the blonde stopped what they were doing and turned to their new friend.

It was like watching a train wreck. I watched in horrified fascination as Herndon took that massive black cock in his hand and popped it into his mouth. The blonde was underneath, tickling his clean shaven ball-sac with his tongue. "Wouldn't you love to suck on that one? I know I sure would," the Professor whispered in my ear. I had to agree with her. The thick black cock on the screen did look very tasty. My mouth watered at the thought.

Herndon continued to suck on the monster cock as the blonde gripped the base of the thick shaft and jerked it in time to his bobbing head. The double assault on the huge penis soon reached it's desired result when I saw sperm begin to leak from between the lips that had until a few days ago been mine. Herndon released the large cock from his lips and turned to the camera and smiled, semen running down his face.

"Well, Richmond, it looks to me like the esteemed senator is enjoying himself in your body!" said Rocco, the mirth plainly evident in his voice. "What do you think, is he a pitcher or a catcher?" I cringed at the images that his words conjured in my mind.

The screen turned dark, and the smile faded from Rocco's lips. Turning from the TV, he said, "Okay, Richmond. From what you've just seen it's obvious that you've got just as much at stake here as I do. So it's time for you to start earning your keep. You're an experienced private dick….no pun intended, of course. Where do you think he might be? It's pretty obvious that he isn't in the continental U.S."

I tried to banish the images of the videotape from my mind and focus on the matters at hand. "Rewind the tape," I said. "Back to the scene in the restaurant." Rocco handed me the remote and I pressed the button. Again the scene of the busy restaurant appeared on the screen. When the camera closed in on Herndon and his friends, I pressed the stop motion button and fast-forwarded one frame at a time. "There!" I shouted in triumph. "On the table!"

The Professor and Rocco both leaned forward, but they still didn't see what I did.

"Look at the beer mugs," I said. A restaurant logo was displayed prominently on the side of Herndon's mug. By squinting my eyes I was just able to make out the words "Freddie's Beach Side Watering Hole".

"So we know what restaurant he was eating at," said Rocco, looking closely at the screen. "What good does that do us?"

"Give me a phone and a phone book and I'll show you," I replied.

"Go get her what she wants, Vinnie!" he snapped, and his assistant hurried off to do his bidding.

Vinnie soon returned with what I had asked for and I got to work. Herndon was in a tropical area where English was spoken. My first guess was the Caribbean, so I started with the Virgin Islands, calling information there and asking for the number for Freddie's Beach Side Watering Hole. But there was no restaurant by that name there. Then I tried Puerto Rico, Bermuda, Nassau and Key West, but with no luck. I finally struck pay dirt when I rang information in Jamaica. It turned out there was a place by that name in Kingston.

"He's in Jamaica," I told Rocco. He smiled, and the Professor clapped her hands with glee.

Rocco rose to his feet and raised his glass. "A toast! To our future success!" We touched our glasses and sipped our wine.

The Professor stepped closer to Rocco and slid her arms around his neck. "When are we going to go and find him, Rocco? I'd love to go to Jamaica," she wheedled as she pressed her breasts against his chest. Rocco put his hands on her shapely hips and gave her ass a squeeze.

But his face was serious and unsmiling. "No, I'm afraid that you're going to have to stay here. Your brain is just too valuable to let me risk you getting into any trouble." He paused and smiled. Giving Vinnie a wink he said, "The body you're wearing, however, is going." Before the words had left his mouth, Vinnie had walked around behind her, grabbed her arms from around Rocco's neck and forced them behind her back. It happened so fast that I had no time to react. And what was I to do even if I had? I was supposed to be working for Rocco, so all I could do was just stand there helplessly in stunned silence as he dragged the Professor away.

"Hey, what's the big idea? Let me go, you big galloot," she shouted. She kicked her legs and struggled to get away, but to no avail. The man who had her by the arms was much bigger and stronger than she was. He walked her over to the two large wooden chairs standing against the wall. He forced her down into the one on the left and Rocco quickly buckled the restraints around her slim wrists and ankles. With a flourish Rocco placed what looked like a spaghetti strainer on her head and buckled the chinstrap so that it wouldn't fall off. Wires ran from the back of the odd looking hat to the machine resting on the small table between the two chairs. "You bastard, what are you doing?" she wailed.

"Keep quiet," he threatened, " or I'll be forced to use a gag!"

That shut her up, so he turned away from her and walked over to the row of cell doors lining the far wall. Pulling a key from his pocket, he opened the door to the cell where Jim Arlington was being kept. Vinnie went in and emerged with a groggy looking Jim, his hands still cuffed behind his back. They walked him back over towards the machine, where the Professor still squirmed in her chair.

Rocco removed his handcuffs in order to secure him to the chair, and Jim sprang to life. The grogginess had been an act. He delivered a crushing upper cut to Vinnie's chin, knocking him unconscious to the floor. But before he could turn and face Rocco, Rocco pulled his gun from inside of his jacket and clubbed him over the head. Jim began to sag to the floor as well, but Rocco caught him before he could and sat him down in the empty chair next to the Professor. Jim slumped in his seat, unconscious.

Rocco buckled his restraints shut, placed a duplicate hat on Jim's head and buckled it in place as well. He threw a switch on the machine. A humming noise could be heard, and lights on the front panel began to blink and flash. The Professor began to struggle against the restraints again. "Calm down, Professor," said Rocco in a reasonable tone. "I know you've come to love being a woman, but I have a use for the body you're in. This is all temporary. If all goes according to my plan, not only will you be rich, but you'll also have your pick of all the beautiful women in the world. You could be whoever you'd like."

This appeared to calm her, and she stopped struggling. Turning back towards Jim, Rocco slapped his face lightly a few times. "Wake up, Jimbo! Time to get up!" Jim's eyelids fluttered open, and his eyes began to roll wildly about. With a wicked smile, Rocco pushed the button. The two victims jerked once and then slumped back in their seats, limp as noodles.

Jim, or at least whoever was in his body, spoke first. "Untie me, Rocco. It's me, John. The deed is done." He calmly remained in his seat as Rocco approached and began to unbuckle the restraints.

Jim on the other hand did not take it so well. He…. or was it she? Jim certainly was no boy now! In any event, she opened her blue eyes and looked around. When she spotted her body in the chair next to her, she gave a scream of surprise. It wasn't her usual deep male baritone that she heard, but a voice that was high pitched and feminine. Her large breasts heaved on her chest as she caught her breath and said, "You bastards! What the fuck is going on here? Why does that guy look like me, and why does my voice sound so funny?"

Rocco just laughed. "Are you ever in for a surprise! Look down, tough guy."

Jim did, and her eyes popped wide open. "I've got tits! And I'm white! What the fuck is going on?" I could see the panic in her eyes.

The Professor took pity on Jim and tried to calm her rising fear. "You're now inside of a woman's body, my very lucky friend. And I'm in possession of your male body," he said, a look of distaste momentarily crossing his face. He lifted his arms and flexed his now considerable muscles. "My, what a difference. From a one hundred and ten pound white female to a two hundred plus pounds of African American beefcake!" He touched the back of his head where Rocco had clouted it with his revolver. "Ouch! Did you have to hit him….I mean me, so hard?" He turned to Rocco and said, "This had better be worth it!"

Rocco handed the professor his handkerchief. "Don't be an idiot. Here, wipe that blood off your face. This was for your own good." Gesturing towards Jim, he said, "Our stool pigeon here told us him and his brother were working with the Feds, trying to earn some reward money. They'll be here soon, and they'll be looking for Charlotte Brasswell! I can't afford to risk losing you, so get used to being a man, at least for a little while. When I get what I want, I promise you I'll help you find the body of your dreams."

The professor didn't look happy, but he nodded his head in agreement.

Just then, Vinnie staggered to his feet, rubbing his sore jaw. Rocco had no pity on his injured employee. "Go get the rest of the boys and pack up this equipment. If we're lucky, we have a couple of hours before the Feds get here. And you, Professor, help them dismantle this thing and get it ready for shipping." Vinnie staggered off to do his boss's bidding, and the Professor began detaching the numerous wires and leads from the rear of the machine.

Rocco turned towards where I was, my mouth hanging open with astonishment. "Well, don't just stand there, come over here and help me!" He began to unbuckle the restraints holding Jim in place. I walked over on unsteady legs, knelt down and released her ankles.

Rocco whispered to her as he finished freeing her hands. "My, you're such a pretty little girl now, Jim." He laughed at the shocked expression on Jim's face. "What, you don't like being a woman?"

Panicked as she was, Jim still had some fight left in her. As soon as her arms and legs where free, she rose to her feet and took a swing at Rocco. But she didn't take into consideration the fact that she was now wearing high-heeled shoes. She lost her balance and her tiny fist missed Rocco by a mile. Rocco, however, did not. With a loud smack, his open hand connected with the side of Jim's face, leaving a bright red mark. Then he grabbed her by her bare shoulders and shook her until her teeth began to rattle. When he finally stopped, Jim looked up at him with a mixture of fear and astonishment.

"You'd better listen up, and listen well," shouted Rocco, spittle flying from his mouth. "We've got your body as well as the machine that will swap you back. If you ever want to be a man again you'd better do exactly as I say! Do you understand me?" Jim slowly nodded, a beaten look on her face. When Jim had been a big strong man, he'd never have put up with being bitch slapped and roughed up. Now that she was a frail, weak woman, she had no choice.

Rocco walked Jim back over to the chairs we had been sitting in earlier and sat her down. I followed and sat next to Jim. I squeezed her hand and gave her a little smile. I felt so sorry for her, because I knew first hand the confusion that must be running through her mind. I'd experienced the exact same thing when my body was stolen.

We both faced Rocco as he sat down in his chair and slouched back. Resting his elbows on the chair's arms, he pressed his fingertips together and said in a commanding voice, "You both know who the boss is around here, correct?" said Rocco, looking pointedly at Jim. Jim slowly nodded, looking lost and shell-shocked. I nodded as well. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. The first thing you need to know, Jim, is that if you want to become a man again, you're going to have to earn it. You're going to have to spend some time in Charlotte Brasswell's body." Jim looked like he'd rather be someplace else. Rocco continued. "Additionally, if other people are around, you are to be Charlotte Brasswell. You will act like Charlie so that no one else will suspect what has happened until I have gotten what I want. Do you understand?" Again, Jim nodded.

Turning his dark eyes towards me, he said, "You two are going to be my inside contacts. The Feds will be here soon, and I'm going to have to leave you two here for them to find. I'll lock you both back inside one of the cells, and when they get here I want you to tell them about how terrified you were, and how happy you are now that you've been rescued!"

"Thanks to your brother," he said, speaking to Jim, "the Feds now know that I'm mixed up in this. I'm going to have to lay low, but I'm assuming that your brother will continue to look for Herndon. I expect you two to keep tabs on him and let me know what's going on. I've got the number of your cell phone, Janet, and I'll call you from time to time for an update."

He smiled. "Is everything clear? Good! But before I go, I think you two need to get a little practice at your playacting. I want you to pretend to be just like the two girls that I've grown to know and love so much."

I looked at the dangerous man across from me, and knowing his lustful nature, I could easily guess what it was that he wanted. But Jim, being new at being a woman, looked clueless. "What did you have in mind, Honey?" I asked, hoping I was wrong. We couldn't afford to anger him, because Rocco would quickly get violent.

With a sly, greedy smile, he replied, "You and Charlie were the two best cocksuckers I've ever known, and I've seen plenty. I want you both to suck my dick. And I want you naked when you do it."

Being told to suck a man's penis was nothing new to me, but Jim's jaw dropped, and I could see the confusion in her eyes.

"B-b-b-b-but….," was all she could manage to say. I knew that she was going to say no. And all that would get her was the back of Rocco's hand. I turned to Jim and hugged her around her bare shoulders.

"Shush, Jim!" I whispered in her ear. "If we don't do as he says, we'll both be getting a beating. And you'll never get your body back. Just do what I do. I promise, it won't be so bad. You might even like it." I could see the fear in her eyes.

Jim was shaking as I helped her to her feet. Rocco sat in his chair and watched with lust filled eyes as I turned Jim around. I grasped the tab of the zipper on the back of the black cocktail dress she was wearing and slowly pulled it down, exposing the flawless, golden tanned skin of her back. With nothing to hold it up, the lightweight fabric slithered over her hips, down her legs and pooled around the high heels on her feet. Jim was nude under the dress except for a pair of black lace thong panties. Her body was perfect. The large, firm breasts were at least a C-cup, with fat pink nipples. Her waist was slim and tight, flaring out into curvy hips and long shapely legs. There was no sign of a tan line on her flawless golden skin.

I smiled and winked at Rocco, trying to get into the act as I reached behind me and pulled down the zipper on the back of my leather skirt, which fell to the ground, and shrugged off the halter top and dropped it onto the skirt. I stood before him dressed only in my matching bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. I started to remove my lingerie, but Rocco stopped me. "No, no, leave it on. You look so sexy, sweetheart," he murmured huskily as his eyes devoured our bodies. "Now get down on your knees, both of you."

Knowing what was at stake, I quickly obeyed, kneeling between Rocco's splayed legs. But Jim stood frozen in his spot, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights. "I said on your knees, bitch!" bellowed Rocco, and Jim quickly joined me on the floor.

I looked at Jim's frightened face as she knelt down on the floor next to me. Gone was the arrogant man I had once known. Instead I saw only a young girl, frightened and unsure of herself. I knew at that moment that I would have to take the lead. I'd have to help Jim to overcome the conflicting emotions that must be raging inside of him, for both of our sakes.

I looked at the sizable lump in the crotch of Rocco's trousers, only inches from our faces. My body began to tremble with anticipation, and my mouth watered at the thought of what was about to take place. I ran my hands up the legs of his expensive silk pants and over his crotch. A large tent had already formed in the fabric, evidence of his arousal. "That's it, you little slut," he whispered as I grabbed his hard cock through his pants and lightly squeezed. "Now pull it out."

I unzipped the fly and reached my hand inside. His cock was very fat, and my fingertips didn't quite touch as I grasped it inside of his pants. It was also very long. I couldn't pull it through the hole due to its length and stiffness. He gasped as I handled his penis, enjoying my touch on his most sensitive of areas. I looked at Jim, her face only inches away from mine. "Unbuckled his belt and unsnap his pants," I whispered. Jim's obeyed, her hands shaking. When she'd finally completed her task, Rocco's pants fell open and I was able to pull his monster free from the confines of his trousers.

His penis was immense. I had thought that James and Jim were big, but Rocco had them beat by several inches. I guessed his penis measured in at around eleven inches. The head was a dark purple, engorged with blood, and the thick shaft was covered with rope like veins. "My god, it's huge!" said Jim in an awe filled voice.

"Go ahead, touch it," I whispered into his ear. "It won't bite." Taking his hand in mine, I placed it on Rocco's cock. "See? It's not so bad, is it? Doesn't it feel good in your hand?" Jim's eyes were as wide as saucers as she ran her slim feminine fingers over the head. Rocco gasped.

I could tell that Rocco's big cock fascinated Jim. What the Professor had told me about female hormones and how they affected our minds must have been true, because instead of pulling her hand away she took hold of Rocco's stiff cock and began to slowly jerk the shaft.

I took Jim's other hand placed it on Rocco's balls. "Gently now, sweetie," I cooed. "Cup them in you hand…They're so big, aren't they?" Jim needed no further encouragement as she cupped the wrinkled scrotum in her hand and gently squeezed as she continued to tug on Rocco's penis. I licked my lips, opened my mouth and engulfed the large flanged head in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip several times before I pulled it back out of my mouth with a pop.

Mmmmm, that tastes so good," I sighed to Jim. I may have been putting on an act for Rocco, but I really was enjoying myself. Which, seeing as I was a man trapped inside of this beautiful female body, was kind of strange. But I was. Reluctantly, I offered it to Jim. "Would you like to try? Here you go, baby. Open your mouth." Jim stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked the head of Rocco's cock, her hand still gently holding his cock and balls.

"That tastes good, doesn't it?" I asked, looking into her deep blue eyes.

She had a dazed look on her face when she sighed, "God yes, it tastes wonderful!"

"Good girl. Now lick it again." I cooed. "Lick it all over."

I watched as Jim bowed her head and began to slowly lick Rocco's penis, coating it in sheen of saliva. Clearly, Jim was at the mercy of the female hormones coursing through her body. "Lick my balls," demanded Rocco. There was no hesitation on Jim's part. She moved her head down and began to run her tongue over the scrotum, bathing his nuts in even more saliva.

While Jim was otherwise occupied I took this opportunity to again capture the head of Rocco's cock in my mouth. I dipped my tongue into his pee hole and savored the flavor of the precum that had gathered there, then engulfed his penis in my mouth once again. I sucked as hard as I could as I started to bob my head up and down on his cock. Rocco took my head in his strong hands, guiding me as my lips glided up and down his shaft. It was such a turn on to service this powerful, dangerous man. I could feel my vagina moistening as I continued to labor over his love muscle.

"Don't be greedy," admonished Rocco after a few minutes. "Let Jim try."

I released his penis from my lips and coached Jim as she took it into her greedy mouth. "Watch the teeth, honey," I whispered into her ear. "Just your lips and tongue…. That's it, suck hard as you bob your head. Good girl."

Jim was a quick study. Rocco's breathing started to quicken, and I knew he was getting close. Jim was absorbed in her task, worshiping the cock between her lips. Suddenly Rocco grabbed her head in his hands as he started to grunt, and Jim's expression turned to one of shock and awe. Rocco continued to grunt, and I could see his penis throbbing between her lips as he pumped her full of cum. I watched as the sperm began to leak from the corners of Jim's mouth. Her throat worked rapidly as she swallowed, and finally Rocco released her head and lay back in his chair.

Jim looked at me with her dazed blue eyes, and I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked with Rocco's semen all over her chin. I slowly licked her face clean. "Good girl," I said as I rewarded him with a kiss. I could taste Rocco's semen on her lips, so I dipped my tongue into her mouth to see if I could find any more.

"That's enough, ladies," said Rocco as he zipped up his pants. "Pick up your clothes and follow me."

We did as he asked, and he led us over to one of the cell doors. He opened the door and motioned us in. "Inside, girls. And remember, you're working for me now. If you keep your mouths shut and do as I say, everything will work out fine."

He shut the door, and Jim and I got dressed again. "Oh god, I can't believe I just sucked his dick. What's happened to me?" sobbed Jim as she stepped into her dress. I ignored her as I watched Rocco's goons load up the memory transfer device and carry it away. Before they left Rocco opened the cell next to ours and led the occupant out. It was none other than Charlotte Brasswell, contained in the body of Professor John Phillip Oakton. Rocco waved as they walked through the door and up the basement steps. They were gone, and not coming back. As the silence of the empty house enveloped us, Jim and I sat down on the cot and waited.

  

  

  

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