Heather Jenkins

Hayley wasn't expecting me to call her so soon, but she whisked me back to my auditing room and we had a mother-daughter chat while I went over the work Kimberly and I had done that afternoon. I could tell that she was holding something back, and she spilled after I drove the car home. "He's not in Paris, Declan's in Seattle."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm not, I can sense his location through you," Hayley said.

"Do you know what he's doing in Seattle?" I didn't want to know, but it wasn't like I was going to ignore Hayley's revelation either.

"He's meeting with somebody. That's all I know without actually being there. I can go to that location, but only with you," Hayley replied.

"Can we, like cloak or something? He seemed to know I was watching him in Atlanta."

"Yes, we can. Do you have any gold around here?"

"I do."

***

Hayley and I appeared in the foyer of a dark but well-appointed house. We followed the sex noises to a bedroom, a man fucking Declan on the bed like Charles had been doing to me earlier in San Antonio. The man had skills, he was getting a moan and a gasp from Declan every thrust he made.

Hayley was patiently waiting for me to say something, but I was waiting for the scene to finish so I could hear them talk. Finally they decided to take a break, the mystery man revealing himself as Charles when he crawled up on the bed next to Declan, shedding a condom on the floor. "That wife of yours is a better piece of ass than you, Dec."

"From what I hear, she's had quite a bit of experience getting laid, Charles. Probably why she doesn't want to take charge," Declan sighed. He laid his head on Charles' abdomen and started toying with his cock. "I even made her the offer you suggested, and she turned it down."

"You didn't tell her about Chris, did you?" Charles asked. "If we doubled on Heather, she'd never want to fuck anything else ever again."

"Charles, I'd still want her to do me. No offense, but I need her. I love her."

"Yeah, but why?" Charles asked. "I'll admit that she's pretty hot for a male, even with the tits, but she still wants to emulate females. What happens if she decides to do the pecker-clipping?"

I hadn't given that much thought. What if I could be a woman, all the way female? Was being a woman what I eventually wanted? Declan interrupted my train of thought. "She doesn't want to do that. Heather wants to still be able to fuck women, so she wants to keep her cock. I thought that maybe you'd be able to convince her to stay cunt-free with that stick of yours."

"Maybe you should think about Chris," Charles offered. "He's very talented. You almost wanted him to pop your cherry when you were in your depressed phase, remember?"

"All right," Declan sighed. "Heather still better want to fuck me when the two of you get done with her, or I'll put the two of you right back in San Antonio." He took Charles' tool into his mouth and started going down on it. I was kind of jealous that it wasn't my cock he was deep-throating.

***

All thoughts of depression went by the wayside when Hayley took me home to Pittsburgh. Loren was waiting to give me a shower, not letting me do a thing but cum in her luscious mouth. Shania was waiting for us in the den where we had a finger-food dinner and wine and some delicious gossip. It was true, what Kimberly had told me about their relationship with Declan, and more than once one of them had walked in on Declan getting face-fucked by one of his male assistants.

I told them about the arrangement Declan wanted to make with me and asked for advice. They were firmly against me going male-only mostly because they wouldn't get the benefit of my company. That night they repeatedly showed me the benefits of their company.

Hayley saved me the drive from my house to my auditing sanctum by folding directly to the warehouse. Kimberly was already there, taking notes on the work I had re-done the previous night. "Why did you come back last night?"

"I needed to have a chat with my daughter after getting snubbed by Declan last night. I found something new in the year we completed."

"Yes, you did. Hannah is busy expanding on those numbers inside the NLA's servers," Kimberly said.

"Who?"

"Hannah, she's our resident hacker. You'd like her, she's a very good girl when you use the paddle on her." Kimberly let out a laugh. "Introductions would probably be difficult at parties."

"Just call me Doctor Jenkins," I said. "I do have one of those."

"True. One of BSP's teams did rescue a woman from one of the safehouses you pinpointed, just a FYI for you."

"Rescuing one may spook the whole operation," I warned. "We want the whole enchilada, not to do this piecemeal."

"We made it look like a car wreck," was Kimberly's flat reply. "They were on their way to murder that woman and dump her body because she wasn't pliant enough for them."

Wow. I had agreed that those caught doing crime should be punished. "What is their criteria again? Your squads?"

Kimberly turned to look at me. "It is called aura-hunting. Those evil enough to warrant...call it what you want; ended, disposed, crossed off, sleeping with the fishes, whatever, they find their end, the permanent kind. The squads know the difference between the guilty and the innocent because they can see it in the person's aura."

"There are some people who do realize that they had done wrong and spend their lives making up for it. It's called atonement, Kimberly."

"We haven't replaced that whiteboard we converted to a computer screen yet. Can we take it over for a moment?" Kimberly asked.

"Sure," I nodded. I followed Kimberly over to my magic whiteboard and it came to life. A woman with jet-black hair and sunny disposition came onto the screen. "Hello."

"Hello, Heather. I'm Heather," the woman smiled. "You're cute."

"Right back at you," I smiled.

"Business?" Kimberly interjected.

A mugshot came up on the screen. It was a bruiser of a woman, and the rap sheet said it all. "This is who was hired to take Samantha Chance and put her in the ground," Heather voiced-over. "The operator who interviewed Lonnie here compelled the locations of seven other bodies from Lonnie before the dispatch. Also compelled from Lonnie were details of the things that she did to the women before and after she murdered them. That portion of the file is not visible to me, and I am glad it is not."

"Thank you Heather," I nodded. "I assume the locations of the bodies were sent to the local law-enforcement agencies?"

"As well as all instruments related to their deaths," Heather nodded.

"Did a Revenger do this?" I asked.

Heather got a very frightened look on her face as she shuddered. "If a Revenger had done this, the body of Lonnie wouldn't be identifiable, if they even found it at all."

"Wow," I muttered.

"Kimberly, I don't think you've told Heather the basic history of the Revengers," Heather said. "You might want to give the reasons why they exist."

"I have the basics," I said. "They punish the people who get away with breaking the laws of man."

"The Revengers predate the laws of man," Heather said. "Before there was law, there was still crime. Call them crimes of conscience, man murdering man, man raping woman. Before civilized society, there had to be a form of order otherwise we wouldn't have civilization. Does that fit into your balance sheet, accountant?"

Amazingly enough, it did. "Yes, I understand."

"Good, that means there's hope for you. Look me up when you get out to L.A." Heather blew a kiss and the screen went dark.

"Shit, Heather," Kimberly muttered. "You've got them all drooling over you."

"Let's finish this audit, then we'll worry about swimming," I teased.

Declan called about seven that evening, Hayley confirming that he was actually calling from Paris. The conversation was long and while he got me horny, I didn't jack off, I let Shania do that for me. Charles called as well, asking me to come visit him when I got back to Pittsburgh Thursday night.

Thursday afternoon, Kimberly and I decoded another important section from the NLA ledger. We passed the information onto Heather, who said she would get back to us in an hour. Kimberly led me into the room I used as a bedroom when I slept over in the warehouse. She started taking off her clothes, indicating that I should do the same. When we were both naked, Kimberly wrapped me up in her arms and started kissing me.

I put my hands under her ass and picked her up and carried her to the bed. It wasn't much of a bed, just a memory foam mattress laying on the floor, but it was good enough to have sex on. Kimberly let me go long enough for us to tumble onto the mattress then flipped me over so I was on my back.

When she started sucking on my nipples, I was powerless. My cock got extremely hard and Kimberly wiggled her hips and suddenly I was inside her. She had one nipple trapped between her thumb and forefinger and the other in her mouth. She wasn't moving her hips much, she didn't need to, her pussy muscles were doing most of the work milking my cock.

"Goddess, you feel wonderful inside me," Kimberly sighed. "I am so glad Gaia gave you tits. I could play with these all day!"

"We only have an hour," I teased.

"I'm going to make the best of this hour!" She started humping me fast, grinding her pelvis against my cock, trying to get me to cum. I reached up and cupped her tits, pinching both her nipples at the same time and rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers. She gasped and I felt her tense up as she began to let out a long moan which had to have emptied her lungs. Wanting to take advantage of the moment, I flipped her over and pulled out sliding my mouth down to her pussy. I found her clit and started sucking on it, and managed to piggyback two more orgasms out of her before she started tugging on my hair. Before I backed completely off her, I lapped up the cum that she had expelled from her snatch. I crawled up so that we were nipple to nipple and gave her a kiss.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked.

"A little. I don't think I'm going to make that hour though, you just pulled all my energy out of me!"

"It's a gift," I smiled. In the background, I could hear my cell phone ringing. "Hold on."

My cell was actually in my purse at the other end of the bay, my tits and cock bouncing as I jogged the distance. "Hello?"

"Heather? It's Carla. How are you coming with my books?"

"I didn't know there was such a hurry to finish your books, Carla," I sighed. I became self-conscious because I was butt-ass naked in my auditing room. I started walking toward the bedroom, Kimberly was at the doorway snickering.

"Well, I thought that we could go out tomorrow, since you don't work on Fridays," Carla said.

She didn't know about my transformation yet, and that almost got me to agree to a date so I could see the look on her face. "I don't think so. My fiance is taking me somewhere for the weekend."

Carla seemed disappointed at that announcement. "Fiance? You sure don't waste any time finding another woman to open her legs, do you?"

"Carla, I don't know why you think I'm accountable to you. I'm just doing your books, this isn't a lead-in to starting a relationship, I'm in one."

"What are you going to do when you get done with my books, go to work for Brookstone Pointe?"

How closely was she watching me? How did she make that connection? "Again, none of your business, Carla. I'm going to go now, I've got to get back to work because I am apparently on a clock now. Good day."

"Where are you going with Declan?" Kimberly asked.

"I don't know, probably to another one of his..." I waved my hand in the air, "...houses."

"From what you told me, he wants you to stop having sexual relations with women. Doesn't that bother you or make you feel unsafe?"

What was that look that Declan had gotten on his face last night? He was extremely rich and was used to getting his way no matter the cost. Did he have something planned for me so that he could force the issue? If he disliked women so much, why did he have such a fondness for me? The only thing that really made me male was my cock, and he really just wanted that, not my ass or mouth.

"What are you pondering in there, Heather?" Kimberly asked.

"Lunch."

Heather was patiently waiting on the monitor when we returned. She gave me a smile and an air kiss before turning over the data. "So when are we going out, Heather?" Heather asked.

"Huh?"

"When are we going out? You think I'm cute, let's get together, have sex, a lot of sex, and see how things work out. I know some positions that would blow your mind."

Kimberly rolled her eyes at me. "Heather is getting married to Declan Sagemueller pretty soon, Heather."

"Oh, Declan. He doesn't like women very much, does he?"

"No, he doesn't," I replied. "Is everybody in on my gossip?"

"I've been going over his employee roster. Worldwide, fully ninety percent of his employees are male. About fifty percent of those male employees are married to other males. Some of those spouses are cross-dressers, which is kind of neat, but I don't think any of them are going full MTF."

"Crossdressers are neat?" I asked.

"You totally missed the point, accountant," Heather chuckled. "But yeah, crossdressers are neat. One in particular is smoking hot, and has a rod I could ride for hours, but is taken. I'll wait, sweetness. Goodbye."

Kimberly had a big grin on her face. "She's really into you, Heather."

"Underneath that chuckle you seem surprised," I pointed out. "Why?"

"Because Heather hasn't paid attention to anybody, man or woman, for a while. She's got the hots for you, and I think it would be good for her if you spent a night or two with her."

"Really, Kimberly," I sighed. "Let's get back to the data."

The NLA books told me they were building up to something. The spreadsheets Heather had just sent to me and Kimberly told me that something was really big. My brain locked up at eight o'clock, which meant food or quit. I chose to quit, giving Kimberly a kiss before Hayley whisked me away to Pittsburgh.

Loren came in the bathroom while I was taking a shower. "Are you still going out with Charles tonight?"

I turned to face her. She was standing on the outside of the shower stall glass, completely naked, wearing a strap-on. "Loren, I appreciate the thought, but my attraction to them does go beyond their cocks."

Her shoulders slumped. "Okay, I guess. Shania picked out an outfit for you, it's the least feminine one in your closet. We also got you some cologne this afternoon."

"Thank you, Loren. Maybe we'll try that thing out soon, okay?"

"Sure." Her shoulders were hanging when she left the bathroom. I felt bad for a moment, then went back to cleaning myself up.

Charles showed up at my door minutes before ten. I let him inside, and he let out a whistle at my outfit. "You look really hot like that, Heath," he said.

"So do you, Charlie," I said. "No flowers?"

"No. I'm going to send a picture of Declan, give him something to think about while Philippe helps him go to sleep."

I gave Charles a couple of poses and he sent them off to Declan. There wasn't any response, but Declan was probably busy or sleeping. Charles took me out for a late dinner, paid for with one of Declan's black plastic credit cards, then he took me to his place. Charles undressed me like he had before, except for my bra. Then he undressed all the way, then motioned for me to lay down on a small padded table covered in leather. The table moved up so that my ass was level with his cock, and he pulled my legs open and knelt down. He stood back up with a bottle of lube and a leather strap.

"You're going to tie me down?" I asked.

"Just to bind your hands," Charles replied.

"Go ahead," I nodded.

He took the strap and tied it around one wrist, threading it under the table and tying the other. The binding was tight, but not cutting off circulation. He moved toward my head, rubbing his cock around my face and getting my lips coated with his pre-cum. Charles then went to the other end, picking up the lube and squirting a dollop in his hand. I thought I heard the sound of him rubbing the lube on his cock, but he surprised me by putting his fingers in me first.

"I need my girl nice and loose," he said as he moved his fingers in and out of me. "I want you to feel this."

"Oh, god, I will," I grunted.

Charles slipped his cock inside me and I clamped down on it with my sphincter. He pushed all the way into me, wriggling around when he knew his head was against my prostate. Another repetition, then he withdrew completely out of me and eased in again. The slowness was excruciatingly erotic, and by the tenth stroke he had me cumming on my chest again. Charles just kept going and going until he wrung another orgasm out of me, then pulled completely out. He jacked off, and it didn't take long before his cum started shooting out. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to get several dollops on my face, making me close my eyes.

I was licking my lips when I felt his cock head on them. I opened up and let him in, rolling my tongue around his head and trying to suck that last drop out. I wasn't expecting another cock in my ass, but it was certainly welcome. I hadn't been done in both ends since college, and that was experimental and not nearly as erotic as the position I was in right now.

Whomever was in my ass knew what he was doing. He pushed in, wiggled around, then pulled out a little and pushed back in fast. Charles was licking my face, and the newcomer was fucking my ass like a champ. I couldn't move my hips to get a rhythm going because of the way my legs were spread. Charles had cleaned enough of his cum off my eyes and I barely got a look at the newcomer before I had yet another orgasm. It wasn't long before I felt him pumping his cum into my ass, then he withdrew and left me empty.

Charles took the strap off my wrists, but I couldn't move for a minute. Cum was oozing out of my ass and I could hear it dripping on the floor, it was so quiet. I was spent. The bathroom was empty and I managed to get myself cleaned up and dressed before Charles came back into the room. "You were quite the little sex cub, Heath."

"That was amazing," I admitted

"You can have that whenever you want, you know. Declan will have you, and you can have me and Chris."

"I know. What about you and Declan?" I asked.

'Declan told you that he would give up other dicks if you gave up pussy. You can have all the dicks that will fit inside you. So many guys, we could coat you in cum," Charles said.

"No, Charles," I said. "There isn't any way that I am giving up women. You've probably never fucked one, so you don't know what I would be giving up."

"You don't know what you're giving up," Charles retorted. "All the things Declan can share with you?"

"I don't really care. I can be perfectly happy without Declan in my life, remember that. In fact, I won't want to see you or your cock again, Chris either. Just stay away from me!" I twirled on my heel and headed for the door.

"Declan's not going to like this," Charles called to my back.

"Charles, Declan's not going to like that you failed." I made my way back to the condo, collapsing on the bed. I had to will myself to sleep, just needing to get everything out of my mind before I had to face Declan again.

The answer to my problem with the NLA's books came to me in a dream. I woke up at three in the morning desperate to get the thoughts onto my whiteboards. As I was getting dressed, I tried to call Hayley, but I couldn't get ahold of her. I tried to picture the solution on my boards before I lost it, and all of a sudden I was there. I was in my auditing sanctum hundreds of miles from Pittsburgh. I scribbled out the numbers that were flowing through my head, stopping only when they were all written out. Wow.