A Double Birthday Surprise

by WannabeGinger's Wife, Kerstin

Part 3

  

(Reprise… in case you missed chapter 2!)

The letter was read, and the contents acted upon.

The "twist in the tail" was not disclosed! YET!

  

Four hours later – in the Transformation store.

"I think I'm ready to change now." Ginger (or in his femme name for the day, Karen) said. "I'll just go and undress and shower downstairs."

"Don't be in such a hurry.", said an Assistant, Abi, who had done all of his make-up and really created the high-class whore character that "Karen" now showed off to such effect.

The high heels – higher than he had ever worn before – were really beginning to pain his calf muscles. The ultra-short skirt was clinging so tight to his butt that Karen struggled to keep his stocking tops from showing even when she/he was standing. The false tits that filled his D-cup bra were so heavy that he felt he would fall forwards at any minute. His own auburn hair was covered in the wildest "big hair day" blonde wig that he had ever enjoyed! His eyes were no longer half-closed – in that seductive gaze – but were still weighed down by the mass of the false lashes, (top and bottom!) and five coats of mascara.

He was LOVING it!

"Sit down and take another coffee… please!", said Abi, continuing.

"…. in fact, the letter insists that you do, because there's a little extra surprise for you from your lovely wife, Kerstin.

"What's that, then?" said Karen through his long-lasting ultra-shiny lipstick.

"Well, we can't find the key to your case that holds your clothes for changing. The letter says we have to send you home en femme. So, off you go!"

"WHAT?????!!!! You cannot be serious!" He shouted, McEnroe style…….

"On the contrary, my lady, …." began Abi…….

"But I can't go out there like this…. This is fantasy! Women don't actually go out on the street like this….. not in broad daylight! I can't do it!!" Karen said in a panic that overwhelmed him/her.

His mind filled with what this meant – the trick that Kerstin had played upon him…….

"…… As I was saying……. On the contrary, my lady, …." interrupted Abi……. "You have no alternative because this is part of your treat. Kerstin wants you to stay here as long as you like - to gather your thoughts and to prepare yourself for a very different experience……"

Her faced showed that there was no chance of argument. "……..Like you've never experienced before. You can change your look as much as you want – and we'll help you… but Kerstin's made it so that you go out there dressed! She wants you home soon!"

He thought of where the car was parked. It might only be half a mile……. But…… Right over the other side of Euston station - one of London's busiest commuter stations…. and it was 5.45pm, albeit on Saturday…. but there would be shopping crowds, football crowds……… people!!!!

He looked in the mirror beside the reception desk where Abi stood. He looked like the most outrageous hooker that ever plied her trade on the street. The "big hair" had matched his wildest dream. The "fanny belt" of a skirt showed his stocking tops. The nipples on his false tits stuck up like hat pegs in a subterranean nightclub. His eyelashes were suddenly extra heavy.

"Kerstin says in her letter that you should be brave and 'go for it', as she says…. She knows you would have the most sexy look we could create for your Changeaway and fancies you coming home like that. She says she wants a good fucking with you looking just like that. She wants you to practise your walk in here before you go… we have to be the judges of how good that is…… You have to be Julia Roberts' Pretty Woman hooker as you leave here."

Silence. Karen was thinking. He/she couldn't concentrate. Conflicting thoughts rushed through his mind. This had been his fantasy……. Now he was confronted with turning it into a quite dangerous reality. He'd never wanted to flash his tits and thighs where people, particularly men, could see them….. This wasn't something he ever dreamed of, or wanted to do…. He wanted to get home…. Alright…. Kerstin wanted him home fully dressed…….. He'd love that… What a homecoming to look forward to……

There would be literally hundreds of people between him and his car – salvation, the chance to get away……. He cursed his wife and, almost immediately, thanked her…. This had taken some planning. It was her treat for him……….

He was aware that his cock was becoming harder again. He was aroused all afternoon, but had managed to keep things under control in that area…… He became aware that he was dying for a pee. That meant he was acutely aware that his was constrained by his corset, the lacy knickers and the suspenders and stockings…….. he had not peed whilst dressed before……. He needed to pee quite urgently. That too was arousing…… He had to pee as a woman……. He had to remove some clothes…….. He couldn't concentrate at all… He had to get down to the bathroom in the basement…..

He could say nothing to Abi. He turned and stepped down the stairs beside the reception desk, past the two rooms that housed the rails of clothes from which guys made their choice of clothes as a first step towards a day as a girl……. Past the lounge, where photos were take for keep-sakes. Then, to the changing rooms - where dreams began to come real - and the shower, where dreams were washed away.

No wonder women's toilets were always at the end of long queues…. He had so much clothing to remove so that his cock could be free to pee. He had to sit down to pee. He hitched his skirt up.

The corset was so tight, his cock could not spring free. He pulled "her" knickers to the side to expose herself. The tip showed below the tight band of lycra that stretched across her abdomen. It was "her" clitoris. She touched it lovingly and the urge to pee disappeared. She ran a crimson-painted fingernail across the tip and it swelled again. She was in a semi-conscious daze.

Twice more, the fingernail ran across the tip of his cock and her breathing became shallow and rapid……. "Oh, ooooooh, shit!", she breathed quietly as he began to cum, shooting a load of spunk over his fingernails and into the bowl. His hand was wet and, instinctively, he put the fingers into his lipsticked mouth, as any practised whore would do. His/her head fell back, allowing the highly-teased blonde hair to brush his shoulders.

He sat in his changing cubicle. His breath subsiding.

He no longer needed to pee. He needed to see himself in a mirror, to confirm the total and absolute – and wonderful – depravity of what he had just done. He would thank Kerstin in very special ways for making this possible, when he got home.

His breathing slowly recovered. As he looked in the mirror, he began to think that what Kerstin had intended should, indeed, take place. He should walk the walk across the station forecourt. He should parade his/her sexuality for anybody and everybody to see. And if it gave them a problem, well, it was their problem! And if it gave them pleasure, well, it was his pleasure too!

The skirt should, perhaps be a little longer…. and the hair need not be so wild…. but it should still be eye-turning………….. The rest could stay the same… the eyelashes, the stockings, the tits… oh, yes! the tits!!! He/she squeezed then and uplifted them, standing side-ways on to view him/herself in the mirror.

The urge to pee returned…. And he/she had to move quickly to avoid an accident. A flood of pee began almost the second he sat down. His hand strayed back to the tip of her cock and the flow ran through his fingers as he played with the fingernail again.

What a performance, he thought. Women have to put up with this every time they pee. He dried his hand and the delicate tissues of her cock. He was a she, was a he, was a she simultaneously. The dream continued……. But suddenly it was back to reality……

He had to decide how he was going to leave…. and how she was going to get home.

He had to steel himself for the experience to come. He needed Abi's help to moderate the whore that stared back from his image in the mirror….. She could not go out quite like that but a whore he had chosen to be and a whore she would be.

"Karen, let's get ready to boogie!", he said to the reflection of herself in the mirror.

She re-traced her tottering steps along the basement corridor to reach the steps and quickly climbed them…. she was getting good at climbing stair in these lovely high heels. The black patent leather straps clung to her ankles deliciously.   The red red red nail polish screamed through the straps across her toes.

"Enjoy that?" Abi enquired, clearly indicating that much of what had happened downstairs had been visible on CCTV…..

"Well, there's no privacy really, is there?", Karen replied. "Now, I do need your help if I'm going to do what Kerstin has decided for me.", smiling with the broad lipsticky mouth that had a trace of his cum betraying the conclusion from his most recent orgasm.

What a slut!, he thought to him/herself.

"Good, you are going….. What a slut!", said Abi, in the nicest possible way….. "How may I help you then?"

"Well, I do need to have stunning hair, but this is for nights at home!", Karen said, pulling at the teased pile of back-combed curls. "Can you find me a long wig that can be styled in long soft curls and put in an up-do?"

"You mean in blonde?" Abi said, turning to the display of wigs that stretched away down the shop. "You mean like a Bet Lynch? A Julie Goodyear?"

"Well, if you could manage that, I would have to handle it, wouldn't I… now I've asked." Karen realised that what she was asking was very little less impactful than what was already on her head. It was too late. Abi was off down the shop, seizing a wig stand with a delicious fall of gold blonde hair that was at least two feet from crown to tip. "This one has a fringe to hide the hair line so we can really make you look good!" Abi cried.

"So be it." Karen breathed to herself. "I do have to have a longer skirt, because this one will give me pneumonia!", she laughed. Losing any recall of the other things she would change, she sat at the mirror where Abi took off the first crazy wig, revealing Karen's own auburn hair covered with a wig cap.

"I love the colour of your own hair." said Abi. "You must look stunning with it set."

"Thank you, honey…" she replied, "……It gives me… us… pleasure…… I do experiment with the colour from time to time. I'd like to grow it longer but that's a problem on my boy days."

"Nonsense!", Abi interrupted…. "You can wear your hair any way you want these days and I think you should go with your instincts. Damn whatever these 'people' think. If you're man enough to walk out of here dressed as a complete slut, you can handle living with female hair all the time. The 'people' will get used to it so quickly, you'll find they forget it's anything but the usual 'you' they see!"

"Do you have many customers who do that….. live as men with female hair?", she replied.

"Of course not……. It's a very select preference that many of our 'girls' couldn't share without a double dose of confidence every day and you can't, unfortunately, get that prescribed!…. But, if you're as confident as I think you are, like going out of here in a few minutes, I'm sure you would carry it off beautifully.".

Food for thought, Karen mused as Abi pulled the new wig over her head.

She held the front of the wig at her hair-line as the cap closed over the back of her head. Abi pinned the hair-piece into the wig cap and 'he' shook 'her' head to let it fall naturally over the shoulders. It felt like heaven.

The next fifteen minutes saw Abi gently slicing through the long fall of blonde tresses, selecting individual locks to create bold rolls of hair to build an up-do that would be sensational. the first layer covered the hair-line and the edges all round the wig itself. The second layer covered the rest of Karen's head and the third and fourth layers built up the height. She sat there mesmerized as the curls built up, one on top of the other, and the blonde hair glistened in the spotlight, its style creating lighter and darker shades.

She would still look like a whore crossing the station complex, but the confidence this hairstyle gave Karen was immeasurable. Abi refreshed her make-up and they both stood back to admire her image in the mirror.

"You'll be gone before they work out what hit 'em!" exclaimed Abi. "Come on, hitch up those tits and let's find you a skirt that doesn't show what you're really made of!"

"You really think so?……. I mean…… Would you go out like this?!" Karen said, staring at her reflection in the glass. "Would you… really?"

"No, of course not, because I'm not a whore…… I may be slutty when I feel like it, but I'm not for sale! This says 'for sale' in a BIG way!" Abi laughed. She could… it wasn't her that was going to mix with a thousand commuters and shoppers and football fans in a few minutes time.

"You just go for it girl! I'll be proud of you!"

"OK, where's that skirt…………. I fancy a long swirly one – maybe black with red around the trimmings, calf length to show off the shoes. There's one on the rail downstairs, I'm sure." Karen said, rocking her/his hips from side to side.

They descended again to the basement, into the room facing the stairs. The rails were full of quite tatty clothes but there it was…. a Spanish-influenced piece of couture. Just the right length, with an elasticated waist and a superb patent leather belt that would match the tarty strappy high heeled shoes he/she was already wearing.

Karen stripped off the little "pussy pelmet" of a skirt that she had worn until now - pausing to look into the full-length mirror as she stood there in heels, stockings, suspenders and corset. Her tits looked too big! she smiled and then she stepped into the Spanish gown.

She swirled her hips and the gown brushed against her stockinged legs.

"Beautiful!", Karen murmured. "Now, that's a high class whore if ever I saw one!", exclaimed Abi. "Now time's getting on…. it's well past six p.m. now……… You have to go and I have to close the store. There's no turning back now. Your bill is paid and Kerstin said to tell you again, she's waiting for you……. She's booked a visit from a whore who will fuck her senseless and you mustn't be late! Your first client!!!"

***********

Karen stood at the door of the Transformation store, looking at the plain brick wall of the station building opposite. A bus passed by and distracted her. How could she do this!??? She turned to walk to the right before crossing the road at the lights by the steps into the station.

The traffic light stayed resolutely at green for the traffic to pass. As she stood there, in all her whorey finery, several people, men and women, joined her waiting to cross the street.

None of them looked sideways but all had 'clocked' her for what she appeared to be….. A woman out to make an impact.

"Corrr, I'd like a handful of those…." came words that would be the first of many, spoken and unspoken before she reached the haven of her car, still half a mile away. She looked intensely at the source of the comment instantly…. and smiled a 'come here' sort of smile…… And two late-teenage boys shrank back into the small group of people surrounding them.

"No balls, eh?" Karen said pointedly, realizing that this was 'upping the game', maybe too quickly. Nobody else spoke and the lights changed to allow them all to cross the street. Karen set forth on her towering heels, striding Julia Roberts style towards the station steps. In her heels, she was taller than most of these people…. and with her hair piled four inches higher, she was definitely the tallest person on view. The sun shone through the piled-up hair like a beacon.

She reached the staircase and took each step individually, remembering not to try to take them two at a time as 'he' would have done if he were not wearing such heels!

He stopped after a few paces along the colonnade as he saw 'her' reflection in a plate glass window. Well, it was part whore, part Drag Queen, she had to admit……… Probably enough to scare the living daylights out of most if not all even red-blooded men. Which was good. He/she no more wanted attention from male passers-by than he/she wanted to be stopped by the Police for behaviour likely to cause a breach of the peace…. a charge of which he/she was most certainly guilty!

The lashes which he wore were so thick with mascara, she found it difficult to focus on the image, just taking in the overall impression. If there were other girls on the street around here, she/he would soon be chased away from their 'pitches'.

The first store on the colonnade was the newsagents and book store. Full of people, most of whom had a good view of her as she walked past. Tempted, if only for a minute, Karen decided not to go inside. The car was closer now, though the car park was not in sight, and she wanted to get home to her wife…… or did Abi say, her client?!

"Gerrem'off!!!" "Show us yer knickers!!" "Lovely tits, darlin'…. Lemmie suck 'em for yer!"

Calls came from a small bunch of young men across the square into which she was walking……. A way to threaten any defenceless woman – safety in numbers, they must have thought.

"How much for a blow job??!" came an afterthought from one of them.

That was enough.

Karen changed course towards them. She wasn't about to put up with such insults. As she did so, the louts scattered, clearly realizing her intentions. Her glare transfixed one of them and he stopped as the others ran away. As she reached him, face-to-face, she pointed a lacquered nail right into his chest and said:

"Unless you're willing to put up, I suggest you shut up, little boy. Up against the wall, anytime, and if you're not ready now, come back when you're sober."

The young man ran after his friends without another word and Karen felt the stirrings of a hard-on inside his corset, so much power had been felt over the little worm. It was an experience in itself – and quite something to tell Kerstin when he/she got home.

"You tell 'em, girl!" she heard from behind her where, as she turned, she saw a 40-something woman of no particular beauty or presence.

"I eat boys like that for breakfast!" said Karen as she swept away across the front of the crowded station. Her eyes were focussed on the far side of the concourse where a stream of people were entering the station ticket office…… More than half way to the car.

The encounter with the louts who shouted had somehow invigorated her….. and made her feel more confident. As she walked, she found time to consider what she would be doing when she arrived home. Karen had said, hadn't she, shat she wanted a good fucking… That she wanted a visit from the whore that Karen was playing……… Well, if that was what she wanted, that's how this birthday surprise should end.

She stopped to look in the window of a hairdressers shop near to the end of the colonnade and just teased her hair a little, taking time to look inside to see just what the scene was…… Just like that of his wife's salon…….. A girl sat with her hair covered in layers and layers of foil …… she would be having highlights just like Karen enjoyed. Another was nearing completion of her style and the girl doing her hair was energetically back-combing to create a beehive in the blonde mass that was to hand. A young man with bright red hair sat at the reception desk and, when their eyes met, quickly looked away as if offended by Karen's aura of confidence and outrageous sexuality.

"I'll bet his bum is sore tonight.", thought Karen, knowing that the older man beside the boy was in command there. You didn't need to be a bloody expert in body language.

She reached the corner of the station building and was within sight of the car park signs across the street. His heart still pounding.

The confident exterior hid a crashing turmoil within. What was he doing?!!! Did he ever imagine doing this. How did Kerstin come up with this birthday surprise. Had he ever intimated that he would love to go out, like this, dressed as a hooker, in broad daylight, on the streets of London?!!!

He checked his purse. Her car keys were still there….

What a nightmare it could have been if he had left the bag at the salon, with his keys in it? The salon would be closed now. He would be on his/her own, without credit cards or cash……. or a phone. How would she get home… dressed as she was!???

A voice behind her startled her as she stood at the corner:

"Come here a minute…." A woman's voice.

Karen turned to see a quite sophisticated woman, mid-40s, sable blonde hair with highlights… attractive, dressed in white trousers and a bright orange top, obviously expensive, good shoes, nice heels, well made-up. She was standing only ten feet away. A man shrinking into the background stood perhaps ten feet behind her……. Clearly a couple. She spoke again:

"I said, come her a minute…. I need to talk to you…….."

Karen froze. This was an unexpected turn of events. She wanted to carry on towards the car park…… It was almost within sight. Who was this woman? Karen stood still. Why did she not do as instinct told her and go for the car park? Ignore this attractive woman……..

"How can I help?", she asked the woman…….. remembering to talk in quiet tones and not too much of a Minnie Mouse squeak!

"I have no need to ask what you do for a living….", the woman began, "….. so let me tell you straight away…… We would like you to provide us with, er, um, 'services' I think you would call them….. two of us, together…… We want you….. both of us want you…….."

"In what way?" Karen asked, purposely being obtuse, to give herself time to think.

"Sex, we want you for sex. Simple as that. You look just my cup of tea and my hubby likes to watch and maybe join in after a while……. If that's your sort of service. Nothing heavy. Nothing violent……. though he might end up being a little tied up….. if you know what I mean."

One minute, thought Karen, I'm thanking my lucky stars for having my car and home keys on me so I can get home…. and now I'm being propositioned by punters for a threesome!!! How did this happen?!! And what do I do????? Thoughts flashed through her mind as she felt pressed to answer……

"Not today, not tonight…….. I can't tonight.", she found herself saying. As she thought… fast!

"Do you live in London? I mean, I only do visiting…….."

"Yes, we live in Camden Town. Not far away, at all."

"Then, give me your number and I'll call you tomorrow. I promise……."

"But do you do what we want? Would you…. Could you?", the woman implored.

"Oh, dahling, in more ways than you know, I can do for you!", Karen exclaimed, teasing the woman – never mind the poor submissive male behind her. Her voice was suddenly "Lauren Bacall" in her prime of sexual conquest. Her lips pouted perfectly.

She actually found the woman quite attractive, quite exciting…. A woman so brazen as to ask a whore like her for a threesome, there on the station concourse, in broad daylight!

The woman smiled. She took a lipstick pencil from her handbag and tore a sheet from a little notebook, scribbling a series of numbers – clearly a mobile phone – and a two line address, before handing it to Karen and turning away with a brief "Make sure you call before 3pm"…… And she was gone! And he was gone too!

What a day this was turning into! Karen thought as she surveyed the alternatives……. Off to the car park…….. or stay here and take bookings!!!!! What a surprise she could deliver if they went through with meeting as a three……!!!!!

************

She decided that Kerstin had first call on her…….. She was her one and only lover……. And, of course, Kerstin had already booked her services for the return home…. as soon as possible….. And Karen was getting late! it was beginning to get dark and London isn't a place for a girl to be on the street dressed as Karen was! Anyway, she was on the promise of giving Kerstin a good fucking when she got home.

Her cock was straining within her corset and panties as she reached the car in the basement of the block opposite the station. She paused and let her hands slip down her body, feeling the soft fabric of her top and the wonderful folds of the swinging skirt, accentuating the feel of the underwear beneath. She felt the straps of her bra tugging, the suspenders pulling her stockings. Cross-dressing…. was it something so outrageous? Dangerous, maybe, in today's climate that treated her as a deviant.

Prejudice! She'd show them!

The thought of play-acting a woman's role as a whore, with a female client to please, endlessly, was a rich fantasy; one Karen couldn't wait to get home for enjoy. Her bollocks ached she was needing to cum so much! The feeling of 'being male' could not be lost entirely. She needed a wank.

She sat in the driving seat and turned the starter motor with the key……. She noticed the polish on her fingernails glinting in the half-light…….. She paused to look in the cosmetic mirror behind the sun visor above the windscreen. Close-up, she saw her eyes flash through the curtains of mascara and false eyelashes. She realized she would need to freshen her lipstick before getting home……. Why not do it now ……..to enjoy the taste on the drive home?!

She took the lipstick from her handbag and carefully traced the outline of her lips, coating first the top lip with two exaggerated sweeps, starting with the lipstick in the centre of her 'cupid's bow', first to the left, then to the right. Then, she covered the lower lip heavily, twice over before pursing her lips together and tasting the wonderful creamy consistency.

She was ready. The engine roared in the echoing of the basement as she headed for the ramp, and into the fast-arriving night. "Kerstin, here I come!", she said out loud! "It's still MY birthday!".

************

The street was quiet as she emerged into the fading daylight at the top of the slope rising from the darkness of the basement. Soon a traffic light at red held her up. Karen tapped her glorious red fingernails on the steering wheel. She looked down and felt compelled to run a finger over the fabric of her top where her 'tits' stretched the outline. The light turned green. The car moved into the traffic flow as she turned right, heading north towards Camden Town. Three lanes of cars and buses soon filtered into two as the road narrowed. Her concentration wavered.

For a split second.

It happened in a moment……..

The car on her right moved across too quickly. Into her path. The car to her left moved likewise, but to the right. Into her patch. The impacts were simultaneous. Though their speed was low, there was enough contact to cause damage to both front wings of her car.

The sounds were amplified. It seemed that all hell broke loose, when in fact, the damage was comparatively minor. She braked hard, thanking her foresight in removing the strappy heeled shoes and driving barefoot in the stockinged feet. Had she not, she thought, there was no telling where she would have ended.

As it was, she stopped quickly, as did the other two cars involved. She sat there, her mind blank for a moment, until she realized….. She would have to confront the situation, and the other drivers, and the people who gathered to watch at the roadside. She was still dressed….. quite outrageously…….. and would be there for all to see when she got out of the car. She would have to exchange her details with the others…. ….. Could she carry off the illusion behind which she was hiding her sex? Would they accept that she was a woman, albeit one out for "the kill"??!

She would soon know. As she sat there, the event unfolded fast. One of the other drivers was out of his car, already on the way round to check "she" was ok. Take care…. don't give away the secret, she thought to herself…… He mustn't know…………. She struggled to re-tie the straps of her shoes, taking time because the straps needed to be wound around her insteps and ankles. He hands trembled a little when she fumbled with the tiny buckles. They had to be tight.

"Are you alright??……. Are you hurt??……" he called through the glass, not really seeing her inside…… He knew it was a woman… he could see the hair! The towering curls, so blonde and so controlled and styled, gave no other impression. he peered deeper inside the car as she didn't answer. She could tell he was sensing that this was not just any ordinary woman! He could see the make-up was quite excessive for day-wear……. This was a tart ….. and not a bad looking one.

She felt like a tart…. Well, that's how she was presenting herself. Impressive. Fearing nothing that a male world could produce…. not even this. She decided to get out of the car. It had to be done, whatever he would think…….. She opened the door of the car. The other driver was arriving now, from the other side of the car. He, too, showed concern for "her"……… perhaps until he, too, saw the nature of the woman. She could cope.

She swung her legs out of the car, smoothing he hand over her skirt to avoid showing too much leg. She stood as she emerged and found herself fully four or five inches taller than this guy beside her. Add on the hair and she was maybe nine inches taller!

Play it cool. Minimize the time spent here. Get on. Get home, she thought.

"I'm really fine. You too? Let's check the damage. It's easy to put right….", Karen said, stepping past him towards the front of the car where the other driver waited.

"You ok?", he asked, looking her up and down, clearly thinking "what have we got here??!"

"Don't stare darling…. and close your mouth.", Karen said abruptly. Fucking men! All the same! Of course, she was alright…. for now.

The clack-clack of her heels emphasized that she was taking control of the situation. Her tits were proud, he arse was tight, this was one woman not to be messed with.

The traffic was beginning to build up in a jam behind the incident. She realized that, very soon, if it were not dealt with, there would be a policeman taking an interest – and she didn't need that. All too complicated and time-consuming….. and potentially embarrassing all round. Anyway, Kerstin was at home waiting for a fuck…….. She smiled.

"You have damage, both of you…", she said to the two male drivers. "…. You admit that the collision was your fault….. You do, don't you?……", she said in a more menacing voice…… "…You will give me your insurance information and contact details, and my insurance company will be in touch." End of story!… she hoped!

"Wait a minute…." said one male……

"Wait a minute my arse….. You do as you're told and do it now." Karen snarled at him.

He shrank back into insignificance.

Meekly, they wrote their names and details on pieces of paper and Karen felt she was through the trouble that could have ensued.

Then, "oh, fuck", she thought, she heard another voice: "What's going on 'ere, then?"

"P.C. Plod taking an interest!" she muttered under her breath. A copper had the mis-fortune to be passing and saw the small crowd gathering.

"Nothing to worry you about officer.", she said, trying to lower the temperature of the situation.

"Anybody injured? Any dispute about the cause?", the policeman asked…. doing his duty.

"No, no, no injuries and, yes, these two men admit what happened; they both came out of their lanes into my lane at the same time without looking……..", Karen summed up the situation.

"Driving without due care and attention, sounds like to me….." said P.C. Plod. "I'd better take all your details………. names and addresses please……………"

"Oh, shit, that's all we need……" muttered Karen. Disclosure! Discovery!

If she were discovered, and didn't handle this right, she could be 'done' for "Behaviour likely to cause a breach of the peace". Police don't understand that cross-dressing isn't a threatening behaviour!

"No, no, I didn't mean they were driving dangerously……." she retracted her comments from before……

"Nevertheless, young lady…………. " YOUNG LADY!!!!, Karen's jaw dropped! I've passed!

"…nevertheless, we can't have this sort of trouble…. What's your name and where d'you live? Let me see your driving licence. Then you're free to go." Her heart beat faster and faster.

She knew it….. Her full name…. beginning with 'Andrew' would give her away immediately….

"I'll write it all down for you…. You deal with these two and I'll give you it on paper……" Karen said, taking control once more….. indicating the other two drivers who had been silent until now.

"Alright, alright… let's 'ave your names and addresses.", said P.C. Plod, accepting the need to save time.

Karen got some paper from the car and wrote, quickly, giving her surname, first initial, A, and her address. She added Andrew's driving licence number…….. There was a 50% chance it would never be checked…. maybe less. She had to hope…. and even if they did, what could be the problem in a week's time when they contacted him/her……. So, there had been an accident. The other drivers accepted responsibility. He wasn't at fault. What did they mean, it was a woman driving his car… there must have been a mistake…. someone ticked the wrong box on a report…..

P.C. Plod fails again!

He took the paper from her……. There was no way she could give anything false…. The car was easily traced. And he took it……. conscious of the traffic chaos building up. She gave the same information to the two miserable males and received their details in return. They would go home and have to tell their partners that they had driven into a tart's car on the road… and all about her.

She wanted to get home to Kerstin…. quickly. She wanted to freshen herself up ready for the evening's role-playing. Her mind strayed to how she would treat Kerstin and the whore Kerstin was hoping to meet. She would ask for payment as soon as she arrived home……….

"Ok, you're at liberty to go on home now. You make sure you get the repairs done soon.", said P.C. Plod whose eyes, only now seemed to stray over Karen's body in amazement. Maybe he had never worked on the Vice Squad! He was clearly slavering all of a sudden……. Karen smiled coquettishly at him.

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Kerstin opened the door after the bell had rung twice.

"Honey, what's kept y…….?, she began.

Karen put a crimson lacquered finger to her lips, indicating silence required.

"£100 an hour, honey, in case you're wondering……. May I come in?"

"Of course, I'm so sorry. ….. I've been expecting you!"

"… in advance, please, it's so distracting….." Karen continued.

"Of course, of course…… I thought we agreed £500 for the night."

"We did indeed… and what a night it will be."

Kerstin showed Karen into the lounge room and picked up a bundle of £50 notes from the side table. Karen took them and tucked them into the crease of her bra, between her tits…

 

……………..Part 4 Will Follow: Birthday Treat's Not Finished!

  

  

  

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