American Girl Ch. 04

Michelle felt Liam's cock well up to full tumescence and then he ejaculated deep inside her, depositing a steaming sea of hot glutinous sperm in her ass. He was shaking with the intensity of the orgasm and it triggered Michelle's second orgasm which was more anal than penile. Warm rings of pleasure radiated from her prostate and sphincter whilst her cock could only produce a dribble of ejaculate but it was lovely all the same.

When Liam descended from his tumultuous climax he lay on top of Michelle shuddering, stifling his sobs. She stroked his back and whispered endearments in his ear and eventually Liam rolled off her and lay beside her.

In the dark silence they listened to Liam and Crystal through the wall. There was a muffled conversation, after-sex pillow talk; Brett's deep booming utterances contrasting with Crystal's husky and sensual voice. Brett's voice faded and they heard a shower running, the pipes hammering in the wall because of the cheap plumbing.

Then there was silence.

Suddenly there was a cacophony of voices, loud and accusatory. Brett was screaming at Crystal and she was screeching back at him. The sounds of a violent struggle reverberated through the wall accompanied by the clatter of furniture being overturned.

Liam reacted instinctively, his actions driven by his love for Crystal, his hatred for Brett Beaumont and his jealousy. He raced to his jacket and pulled out his service weapon, then he kicked open the door adjoining the two rooms and saw that Brett Beaumont had Crystal Greystone by the throat.

Liam shot Brett Beaumont twice and turned to the main doorway just as Brett Beaumont's bodyguard burst through it, pistol in hand. Liam shot the bodyguard twice but sustained a wound to his neck.

Michelle had followed Liam through the door and stood there dazed and confused, paralysed with shock. Brett Beaumont lay dead, slumped on the bed, his minder lay dead in the doorway; the room reeked of gunsmoke and blood. Liam Dresser fell to the floor clutching his neck, freshets of blood spurting through his fingers. Crystal scrambled over to check on Liam Dresser who was clutching his throat and writhing in agony on the floor.

Steven Boland entered the room, stepped over the bodyguard's corpse, picked up the guard's pistol and shot Liam in the head. The last thing Liam Dresser saw before he died was Crystal Greystone's shocked face lingering over him like an angel.

Michelle Dupree was too shocked to scream and she didn't feel a thing when Steven Boland put two bullets in her head.

"What the fuck happened Crystal?" Steven asked as he pulled the minder's body inside the room and closed the door.

"He came out of the shower and saw me with the card reader. He went berserk. I couldn't put him down and he was strangling me," Crystal worked hard at controlling her anguish.

"Where did you come from?" she whispered.

"I have been tailing you. The rezidentura insisted that I do everything in my power to ensure that you get copies of the Cottage test results," Steven explained as wiped his fingerprints off the pistol and put it back in the bodyguard's hand.

"We don't have much time. The gunshots will keep the looky-loos in their hotel rooms with their doors locked but the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department will be on their way. Get dressed and leave everything behind except for your field-craft accoutrements," Steven looked anxiously around the room, making decisions on the fly.

Crystal cleared out her safe, taking her onetime pads, her safe-codebreaker and her Minox camera tossing them all into a large carryall along with her makeup kit and her purse. She dressed hastily in unassuming street clothes: skirt, blouse, pantyhose, panties and low heels.

Steven picked up the copy of Brett's hotel room keycard that Crystal had made and waved it at her.

"Here, you know what to do with this," he held it up and Crystal snatched it.

Crystal ran down the corridor to the stairwell. Some of the doors opened a crack and the occupants peered out but they were too scared to come out of their rooms. She ran down the stairs and took a deep breath before opening the door to the lobby. Confusion reigned and the hotel security people and reception staff were trying to guide panicking guests and gamblers out of the hotel in an orderly fashion.

Crystal joined the crowd and was swept out through the door past reception and into the street. She strode carefully but confidently away from the Ambassador Hotel and Casino and four blocks away, where things were normal, she hailed a cab to the Stardust Resort.

Crystal was able to take the elevator to Brett Beaumont's room, open his safe and photograph the contents of the Cottage file without being disturbed. She took the elevator down to the lobby and walked two blocks south where she called her rezidentura support. The agent picked up Crystal and took her back to his hotel where she handed over the Minox, scrubbed off her makeup, washed and dried her hair and changed into a lightweight men's suit.

Crystal Greystone ceased to exist at that exact moment in time.

Kyle Gordon checked that he his identity documents were in order and took a car to the airport where he flew back to Washington on the next available flight.

Ambassador Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas Nevada, March 1985

Detective Sergeant Keith Johnston of the LVMPD met with Special Agent Nigel Harris of the FBI at the crime scene tape blocking access to Crystal Greystone's hotel room at the Ambassador Hotel

The hotel room was a bloodbath.

"Well this looks like a shit sandwich," Keith Johnson sighed, looking bluntly at Nigel Harris.

They looked at the four dead bodies and shook their heads.

"Do we know who they are?" Nigel Harris called out to lead CSI investigator.

They stepped into the hotel room avoiding the crime scene investigators as much as possible. One of the CSI's handed Detective Johnson Brett Beaumont and Michelle Dupree's driver's licences then handed Agent Harris Liam Dressers FBI identification wallet containing his badge and ID card.

"He's one of yours?" Johnson pointed his foot at Liam Dresser's body.

"I knew him. Came into the field office giving me some cockamamie story about being on vacation but he had received a tip regarding a case he was working on. I should have smelled something was wrong but we're old buddies to I let him use my office," Harris admitted.

"I'm sure you guys with all your gadgets and gizmos will be able to find out exactly what he was looking for?" Johnson quipped and Harris nodded.

"Two guns; four bodies. That piece is Dresser's service weapon. I'm guessing the dead guy near the door was carrying the other weapon," Harris commented.

"Tranny could be hooker. You guys find any drugs?" Johnson called out to the senior CSI tech.

"The Beaumont guy was carrying a baggie of cocaine. Didn't find anything else. We haven't processed the transwoman's room yet," the tech answered.

"This room was occupied by a Miss Crystal Greystone. She works the review downstairs in the Envoy Lounge. So does Ms Dupree over there. LVMPD officers are holding Fred Winebrow, the casino manager and entertainment director, in his office. You're going to want to talk to him," The CSI tech added.

Detective Sergeant Keith Johnston and Special Agent Nigel Harris worked the crime together, processing the scene, interviewing witnesses and following leads.

Michelle Dupree had been found lying on the floor dressed only in pink semen-soaked satin panties, tan pantyhose and a transparent black chemise that she had hastily donned before going through the door adjoining her room to Crystal's. She had sustained two gunshot wounds to the head. Credentials found in her room confirmed that body of the transgender female was Michelle Dupree. Later at the morgue Fred Winebrow was shown the body and agreed that it was Michelle Dupree.

Michelle's mother and father refused to make the journey to formally identify the body. To them their son had ceased to exist when he told them that he was woman trapped in a man's body and they absolutely refused to acknowledge the existence of Michelle Dupree.

Brett Beaumont's body was easily identifiable as was Special Agent Liam Dresser. The third body took a little while to be identified.

The third man found dead at the scene was identified as Frank Mitchell, a retired US Marshal working for a protective security and private investigation service based in Los Angeles California hired by the Lawrence Livermore Laboratory to protect Professor Brett Beaumont.

Bullets extracted from the Brett Beaumont and Frank Mitchell matched the weapon issued to Special Agent Liam Dresser by the FBI. Liam Dresser and Michelle Dupree had been shot by the weapon owned by Frank Mitchell who had held a legal conceal and carry permit.

In both hotel rooms there was evidence of vigorous sexual activity in the beds. Semen belonging to Liam Dresser was found on Michelle Dupree's bed linen, on her body and in her anus. Her semen was also abundant. Beaumont's semen was found on Crystal Greystone's undergarments, left behind at the scene and what was believed to be her semen was found on Brett Beaumont's torso.

"It's like a fucking orgy took place in these rooms!" one of the CSI's was said to have exclaimed whilst processing the scene.

DNA matching was a long and costly process and the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department and the FBI were more than confident that the bodies were identified sufficiently and correctly enough to preclude its use.

FBI Field Office, Lake Mead Boulevard Las Vegas Nevada, April 1985

Based on the crime scene presentation, accounts given by third parties and the evidence found in Liam Dresser's hotel room, the LVMPD and the FBI had a workable hypothesis as to what had happened. The Deputy Chief of the LVMPD and the Special Agent in Charge of the FBI's Las Vegas Field office sat around a table in a soundproof room and listened to what Detective Sergeant Keith Johnston and Special Agent Nigel Harris had to say. They told their story to an audience who were at first shocked and astounded and then alarmed at what the two law enforcement officers had to say.

Their theory was that Special Agent Liam Dresser had become infatuated by Crystal Greystone, a transgender entertainer and prostitute whom Dresser had accused of being a KGB operative and involved in the deaths of Bronson Bateman, a Washington lobbyist and a US Air Force officer named Colonel William Spooner. Dresser's Special Agent in Charge in Washington had rightly dismissed the claims due to lack of evidence.

This had enraged Dresser who had tracked Crystal Greystone to the Pink Parrot nightclub in Washington and failing to find her there had engaged in sexual congress with a crossdresser named Wendy Meakins in order to find out where Crystal was located.

He then took all of his annual leave at short notice and followed Crystal to Las Vegas where he tracked her down working in a review at the Ambassador Hotel and Casino. Looking at the crazy 'crime-wall' that Dresser had created in his hotel room and the delusional scribbles in his notebook, it was deduced that Dresser had convinced himself that Ms Greystone was attempting to somehow subvert Professor Brett Beaumont.

A psychiatrist brought in by the FBI determined that Dresser's infatuation with Crystal Dresser was a kind of obsessive delusion brought about by a psychotic paranoid condition and erotomanic delusions.

Brett Beaumont was well known for his excesses and had not only engaged in drunken gambling binges whilst he was in Las Vegas but had also used the services of prostitutes. A young well-endowed young blonde woman who was seen standing beside him whilst he was playing blackjack in the Stardust Casino confirmed that he had paid for her services. Fred Winebrow, the Ambassador Hotel's casino manager and entertainment director confirmed that Crystal Greystone had left the cabaret at least twice with Beaumont and although Winebrow wouldn't admit it, it was assumed that Crystal was hooking.

Crystal had been seen in his company of Brett Beaumont quite often, canoodling with him in the bars, restaurants, the lobby, and on the gaming floors and had been seen inside his hotel room by a room attendant delivering champagne. Witnesses had seen Crystal leaving the Envoy Cabaret with Brett Beaumont the evening of the murders, accompanying him whilst he played the gaming tables. They later took the elevator up to her room in the Ambassador Hotel.

The hypothesis was that Liam Dresser had taken Michelle Dupree up to her hotel room where they had engaged in sexual congress. Michelle Dupree's room adjoined Crystal Greystone's and Dresser had heard Crystal Greystone and Brett Beaumont having sex through the permeable hotel room wall. This had ignited his intense jealousy which was well-chronicled in his notebook. Driven by his paranoia and infatuation with Crystal, Liam Dresser had undergone a psychotic break during which he had burst into Crystal's hotel room and shot Brett Beaumont to death.

Hearing the shots, Brett Beaumont's bodyguard Frank Mitchell had entered the room and both men had shot it out; both of them suffering fatal gunshot wounds in the melee. Michelle Dupree had been killed in the crossfire and was considered collateral damage.

Professor Beaumont's hotel room was sealed not long after he had been identified. Given the sensitive nature of Beaumont's work agents from the FBI and representatives from the DoE had searched his room and found that the sensitive documents held my Professor Beaumont in his hotel safe untouched. They assessed that as the documents had not been stolen, the secrets they contained remained undisclosed and secure.

Crystal Greystone had disappeared. The identity she was using was that of a baby girl who had died at birth in Colorado in 1964. Crystal had acquired a Social Security number in 1983 and then acquired other identity documents all using a false birth certificate.

None of the addresses on her identification documents or her employment record checked out. The only valid address investigators could find in her name was a post office box which was found to be empty. Dresser's claims that she was a Soviet spy might indeed be true. The transwoman in the pictures with Colonel William Spooner having illicit sex which had been used to blackmail him was identified as most likely being Crystal Greystone. Either that or Crystal was just a prostitute who had been duped or paid to participate in the honey trap set by foreign operatives.

An alternative theory was that Crystal Greystone had assumed the dead girl's identity so that she could live as a woman. Unless she was apprehended there was no real way to know. She could be a Soviet spy as Liam Dresser claimed or she could be an unfortunate transgender showgirl and hooker who was desperately trying to pass as a real woman and who had witnessed the killings and been so overwhelmed by the horror that she had fled, leaving behind all of her possessions.

An APB had been issued for her to be taken into custody as a material witness. Quantico's Counterespionage Section had taken over that part of the investigation and were now in charge of the hunt for Crystal Greystone.

The LVPD, FBI and DoE were all anxious to keep the details out of the press and it was leaked that a jealous suitor and a high roller had shot it out in a Las Vegas hotel room when the jealous suitor found the woman he was infatuated with in the arms of another man. No mention was made of the FBI, Lawrence Livermore Laboratory, the DoE or Project Excalibur.

The DoE was happy to have the sensitive documents held by Professor Beaumont returned to them and the FBI was happy to keep the bizarre circumstances of Special Agent Dresser's last days under wraps. His family was told that he had been killed during a secret mission of great national importance. They went as far as putting his picture on the FBI Wall of Honor which memorialises FBI Agents who have made the ultimate sacrifice in the performance of their duties.

Throb Nightclub, Folsom Street San Francisco, May 1986

The woman stood on the stage lit by a single spotlight. She was singing a cover of Irma Thomas' Anyone Who Knows What Love Is and the normally noisy nightclub was hushed. Every patron in the club was watching; listening to her sing in raptured silence.

The woman's emerald green eyes were enhanced by heavy black eyeliner and mascara and colourful eyeshadow, her lips full, red and pouty, her pretty face framed by a teased-out burgundy bob. She looked like a woman: she walked like a woman and talked like a woman, her voice husky and sensual like Kathleen Turner. Her skin was flawless and alabaster white with a scattering of freckles.

No one would ever guess that underneath that glitz and glamour beat the heart of twenty-three-year-old Kyle Gordon who had moved to San Francisco from Washington over a year ago after selling his flower shop, Fresh Scents, to his employee and friend Jeremy Proctor. He opened a similar business with the same name in the Castro District of San Francisco.

Michelle Dupree was a transgender woman who had once had a good lawyer and had legally changed the gender on all of her identity documents except her birth certificate to female. She had died in a shootout in a Las Vegas hotel. Her family had disowned her and when her body was shipped home her father cremated her without ceremony and poured her ashes and her death certificate into the trash and tried his best to forget about the son who had betrayed him and become a woman. Nobody thought to cancelled Michelle Dupree's driver's licence, social security and passport.

Stephan Boriliski and the KGB rezidentura had been easily able to duplicate the documents inserting the face of the now defunct Crystal Greystone.

Kyle Gordon had taken Michelle Dupree's identity and used it to legitimise his female persona. When Kyle moved to California he resurrected Michelle Dupree and over time updated her driver's licence and passport so that they were legal documents and no longer forgeries.

Michelle auditioned for a position as a performer at Throb nightclub and became part of the popular drag queen review. Her job required that she entertain and engage with the clientele when not performing on stage and it was no burden.

She was waiting for her latest beau, Mitch Freeman, a Lieutenant in the US Navy stationed at the Hunters Point Naval Shipyard, home port of the USS Missouri battle group. He had told Michelle that he was an expert in the maintenance and operation of the Tomahawk Land Attack Missile. A long-range, all-weather, jet-powered, subsonic cruise missile that is primarily used by the United States Navy for ship and submarine based land-attack operations.

Michelle had pretended to be inanely bored when Mitch rambled on about how important and vital his knowledge and expertise were to the US Navy and its arsenal of shipboard standoff land-attack weapons.

The new apartment acquired for Michelle by Steven Boland was ready for the honey trap later that evening: the still and video cameras carefully hidden and aimed directly at the big bed. Mitch Freeman would enjoy the delights of Michelle Dupree's body and her many talents tonight and tomorrow he would be approached by an operative with pictographic evidence of Lieutenant Freeman's breaches of the Uniform Code of Military Justice and violation national security protocols.

He would be given the opportunity to save himself from prison and disgrace by simply providing the operative with certain information about the Tomahawk Land Attack Missile. The imagery of his debauchery with the transwoman Michelle Dupree would hang over his head like the Sword of Damocles until he confessed to his superiors, left the navy, or died. The decision was his to make.