Heather Jenkins

Shania came in a moment later. "Did you like?"

"I most certainly did," I nodded. "You gals didn't try her out?"

"Kasey doesn't want to have sex with females. She was actually a little suspicious when Loren and I first approached her, but we won her over. I did tell her that I wanted to spend the night with you, that's why she left in such a hurry. Do you want her as a bridesmaid?"

"As in permanently staying with us?" I asked.

"Sure."

***

I had breakfast with Declan, and he introduced his lawyer after the table was cleared. I had expected a hundred-page pre-nup, but the documents said something completely different. "Twenty-five percent of your cash assets?" I asked.

"If that isn't enough, I can make it more," Declan said.

"What is wrong with you? You took years to make that much money!" I looked at the lawyer for help, but found none in that stoic facade.

"A year and a half," Declan said. "Are you going to sign or are we going to spend all day arguing numbers? I thought you might want to get away from numbers for a couple of days."

"No," I shook my head. "I'm not taking your money."

"Please?"

His face was pleading with me to sign. I still didn't know why he wanted to marry me so bad. I thought about it for a moment, mulling over the pros and cons. I couldn't see any reason to not marry him, so I picked up my pen and started signing the pages. There was no annulment clause, the money was mine even if we got divorced. Any children our surrogates bore would be considered heirs or heiresses of Declan and treated as such.

Twenty-seven times I signed my name, not a single time legal because I signed 'Heather Jenkins.'

Or so I thought for about forty seconds because the next folder the lawyer opened contained my approved application for a name change, dated yesterday. I signed my old name and new name and looked up at Declan. He was grinning from ear to ear when he slid my Ohio driver's license over to me. "All legal now, Heather. Nobody better call you 'Heath' ever again."

"They won't. Let's get married, hubby."

Vegas had many wedding chapels but Declan and I got married in a church, a big one. Our attendance was low, maybe a hundred total, some of my side of the aisle made up of Declan's female employees from the Vegas office. The sexual preference divide showed at the brief reception, Declan and I the only man-woman couple on the dance floor. Charles whisked us away to our honeymoon home, polite only because he had to be and staring daggers at me when Declan wasn't looking

Declan carried me over the threshold, I could feel his muscles through his tux, cradling me like a woman should be cradled. The closest his cock got to my mouth the rest of the day was when I was undressing him. The rest of the time he spent worshipping my cock with his mouth and ass.

He woke me up Sunday morning sucking on my cock. When I was fully awake, he impaled himself and started riding me. When he looked in my eyes, I could see the love there, especially right before he had an orgasm, cumming up between us and coating my chest and getting some on my face. He kept riding me, his cock softening between us and making him ride me harder. I finally came inside him, and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of me pumping him full with my seed.

Our first honeymoon day was spent at a lavish casino, which looked like it had been made for super high rollers. Heath would have balked at this place, the lowest denomination of chips being one thousand dollars. Heather was even having trouble using more than one chip per bet.

During dinner, Charles came over to us and passed Declan a piece of paper and whispered in his ear. I excused myself to go to the powder room so they could chat in private. When I returned, there was another man at the table, and the conversation stopped. I informed them I was returning to the gaming floor and my husband nodded, shooting me a wink.

My losses at the roulette wheel were at a hundred thousand dollars when Declan came up behind me. He shifted my chips to another number before the ball was dropped, lightly squeezing my arms in victory when the ball landed on my new number.

After cashing out, Declan drove us home, carrying me over the threshold again. A minute later we were in bed, me spooning up against him with my dick inside him.

Monday morning, Declan left after his breakfast cum-shake, encouraging me to go spend the day with my girlfriends shopping. When he was gone, I went to Columbus to work on my job.

I was inside my auditing room, filling out the next year's papers when Kimberly showed up to help. We spent the next hour in my makeshift bedroom, most of it with my head between her legs. At noon we had lunch, Kimberly encouraging me to call it quits for the day. I went back to Vegas, Loren being the first one to see I had returned and claiming ownership of my time.

She let me into the bathroom and stripped me down. I tried begging off her kissing me because I still had Kimberly's juices on me, but she wasn't having any of that. She didn't give me a choice about sex, either, bending over in front of the entrance to the shower, her pussy glistening with her juices.

Shania and Kasey helped me get ready for dinner, Kasey putting a slight butch touch to my otherwise feminine makeup.

Dinner with Declan was served in the VIP suite of the restaurant inside the hotel where the National Lesbian Alliance convention was being held. He made more than a few comments about how that was what all women were like, deep down inside.

I didn't engage him while he was in that state, watching the couples from behind the privacy glass in silence. We seemed to have the only male server on duty, and he spent his spare time hiding in the hallway between the kitchen and our suite.

Again our dinner was interrupted by Charles and a note. Declan kissed me good-bye and bid me a good night. I did sleep at the Vegas house, my husband waking me up at five with a wonderful blow-job. His talk was mostly business, but he wondered at my pleasure, and had I been getting any. I admitted that I was uncomfortable talking about heterosexual sex with him, but he waved it off because I was having a good time. He left with a playful warning that I was not doing any shopping with my card and that he would buy for me if necessary.

I spent the morning and part of the afternoon getting custom suits made from the same place where Laura had gotten hers. Kimberly and I spent most of the evening deciphering the last year of the NLA's books. There were huge inconsistencies in the budget, a large purchase of land three years ago, resulting in huge debits in the form of construction costs for the past two years.

The conference was my place to seek answers, I needed to talk to Carla about the land purchase and the construction because not even Brookstone Pointe's hacker Heather could find out where the mysterious place was at.

Carla's guards were more than skeptical about Carla knowing me. After minutes of scrutiny, they finally asked Carla if I was to be admitted to her suite, showing me inside when they got their answer. Carla was busy going over a speech when I walked in using a half-dozen women as her sounding boards. Laura noticed me first, excusing herself from Carla and coming over to me. "Nice suit," she extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Laura Metzger."

Damn, neither of us wasted any time getting hitched. I took her hand, noting that she was wearing the engagement ring that I had gotten for her on her right ring finger. "Heather Sagemueller. That's a nice ring."

"Yeah, an old flame gave it to me, threw it at me, actually," Laura admitted. "I kept it because I knew he didn't want it anymore. Not to be nosy, but who are you? I've never heard of you and Carla let you right in."

"I'm working on a special project for her, going through her old accounting books. I have some questions on some expenses the NLA has on the ledgers," I replied.

If she didn't recognize me before, she did now. "Heath?" She hissed. "What are you doing dressed up like that? What's with the name? No way those tits can be real!"

"My name is Heather, legally. I'm wearing a business suit because I am here on business. I did just get married to Declan Sagemueller, and my tits are very real, I assure you. Hi, Carla!"

"So, Ai was right," Carla pulled me into a hug. "The new look suits you, it is well-deserved."

"Holy shit. You knew, Ms. McCauley?"

"Of course I knew, Laura. You are excused." Laura slipped away, and Carla gave me a twice-over. "You look good, Heather. Did I hear you say you got married?"

"Yes, to Declan Sagemueller," I replied.

"A very good choice of mate. Can I talk you into a donation?"

"I'm here to talk to you about where some of your donations have been going."

Carla's face went dark. "Clear the room, bitches, and I need Ai Ming here, yesterday."

I had never seen people move so fast. Laura tried to hang around, but Carla got rid of her with two snaps of her fingers. Ai came into the suite, locking the door behind her. After hugging me and feeling me up, she finally spoke. "You must have found something in the books, Heather."

"Your books say that there is a lot of activity of possibly illegal nature," I nodded.

"Come off it, Heather. Stop with the hedging. I'm not involved in anything and neither is Ai. You can compel the truth, you know; it should have been one of the first things your little Wiccan friends showed you."

"Carla, I've been more worried about what I am finding in your books. I'll do my Jedi training later."

"Okay."

I opened my tablet. Kimberly assured me that I could take over any smart television close to me, and I needed one to give the show. Sure enough, the TV mounted on the wall came to life, mirroring the spreadsheet I had open. "In the fifth year after the Alliance was founded, I started noticing these transaction pairs." I went on to show them years of the same transactions increasing in occurrence. I also showed them that they were missing whole months of actual entries in their books by showing them the phony days and how I caught onto them.

"There are a lot of gaps in your presentation, Heather," Carla said.

"You pause just a little too much," Ai added. "What are you leaving out?"

"We have been finding out what some of those transactions are for," I said. "By we I mean..."

"Brookstone Pointe," Carla finished for me. "I figured that out as soon as I saw Kimberly Pulanski hanging out with you. So what is it? Someone laundering money through the NLA?"

"Someone trafficking women," I blurted out. "We have the proof, the surveillance videos are on your servers."

"Shit," Carla muttered. "That's why Tara volunteered to take over the relocation programs. But why leave any traces at all?"

"If I were to offer an opinion, I'd say this whole thing with the books is a frame. It works all the better with the former head of the MSS Culture School on the periphery. All it takes is an audit and a couple of well-placed tips to the FBI. My work wouldn't be questioned, you know that because you asked for me."

"But why frame me?" Carla asked.

"Whoever 'they' are, they are building up to something that takes place at the end of the conference. I'm sure this event is an auction, a last hurrah, and they want to pin it all on you."

"But if the auction gets busted?" Ai asked. "They won't make any money. "

"They're having two auctions," I said. "I've noticed a buildup of funds going to somewhere in North Carolina, but nobody seems to know where. I'm very sure that the site is an abandoned town, the state average land prices and the amount spent for the land, say two thousand acres."

"Shannonburg, North Carolina," Carla said. "It's supposed to be an enclave for abused and assaulted women who are too traumatized to reintegrate into society without help."

The TV suddenly shifted to a satellite map and zoomed in on a town out in a forest. The edges of the property were well defined by the high fence around it. "That could be a prison," I commented.

"You can't see that fence from ground level," Carla said. "You're right about this place. It is isolated enough to hold this possible auction and close enough to major highways and a private airfield for people to leave with...other people."

We sat in silence for a moment, and I could tell that Carla was fuming under that cool exterior. That alone told me that the anger she was expressing at the movie we had watched together was real. "Someone is going to great lengths to frame you for something you truly despise, Carla. This is personal, they know you."

"Turn it off. Please turn it off," Carla waved at the TV, which promptly turned black. She sagged onto the nearest sofa, letting her tears out. Ai moved to comfort her, but Carla pushed her away.

The room was quiet except for Carla's sobs. I went to the mini-kitchen on the opposite side of the suite and filled a glass with water, dropping some ice into it. I crossed the suite and offered it to Carla.

She looked up at me before she took the glass. "Thank you, Heather."

"It's not over yet," I said.

"There's nothing Ai and me can do to stop this. If I tell Janne Sumika about this, she won't be able to take action without alerting whoever is on the inside. The Feds can't raid that place, it is buttoned up tight. Plus, there are innocents inside. I can't do anything!"

"We'll see." I gave her shoulder a pat. "I'm sorry."

Ai stopped me at the door. "I know what you're thinking, and it won't work. Setting off a bunch of vampires inside that place will only further traumatize the innocent women caught in the middle."

Vampires. Ai knew about Revengers. "I'm sure if the hunters do visit, they know how to be subtle. Good afternoon."

I called Kimberly to let her know the job was done. The instructions regarding the ledgers were to destroy when task was complete. That would wait until tomorrow.

I wanted to check on Declan, but since Charles' nosy ass had seen me the last time I had done that, I would cloak first. Not wanting to waste perfectly good gold jewelry, I hit the pawn shops, the owner not really caring that I bought two pounds of gold as long as the card was approved.

I hid the gold I wasn't going to use in the suite Loren shared with Shania and Kelsey. Hoping that the cloaking spell that Hayley had shown me worked, I prepared to fold. I gave myself a thirty foot offset from Declan's face and did the magic.

I was now in a large room, with sofas in a circle around the main event. Declan was on all fours on a rotating table getting fucked from behind. The man was fast and forceful and Declan was loving every second of it. The sofas were occupied by men, some naked, some not. The naked ones giving themselves long slow handjobs to keep their cocks hard. There was a variety to the cocks, short and long, fat and skinny, dark and light.

There was also a ring of naked men standing around the rotating table jacking off. When Declan's head came to face one, the man started jacking off real fast and did his best to hit Declan with his cum. He got a round of applause from some of the other men giving a bow before he went to get dressed.

A minute later, the man fucking Declan from behind started grunting and moving his hips faster. Then he stopped, pulling Declan's hips hard, obviously squirting his cum deep inside my husband. The man pulled out, his excess cum coming out and dripping on the table. There was a puddle of cum underneath Declan, the man walking away from the table was obviously not the first customer. Another man came up behind Declan, lined up and stuck his cock in his ass.

I was mesmerized watching this scene of ultimate sexual depravity. If this was what Declan wanted, he could have it.

There was the other option, to join in. I pictured myself on the table beside my husband, getting used and loving every second. Just days ago, I probably would have stripped naked and joined him, but I didn't. When I turned to fold out of the room, I almost ran into the woman standing behind me.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Gaia."

"Nice to meet you?" Had I done something wrong?

"You're quite all right," she offered her hand to me. "I just felt something new and came to take a look."

"I'm betting something new to you doesn't happen every day," I observed as I took her hand. "What's new?"

"That," she indicated the scene behind us. "Is new."

"In all of your history you haven't seen a gang-bang?" I asked.

"Your husband has a power, he is absorbing the manhood of every man that uses the sexual act as revenge upon him. There's only a few of those men, the rest have genuine affection toward the man they call 'boss.' Those others, they are in for a big surprise."

"Is that a power he got from me?" I asked.

"Sort of. He charges up that ability whenever you have sex with him. Your semen is the medium of transference, sort of the lube for the flow of power. It only lasts a day, so he has to come back to get more."

"Is that against the rules?" I asked. "Magic in a seduction?"

"All perfectly within the rules," Gaia nodded.

Did Declan really love me? Was he just using me?

"Declan truly loves you, Heather. Everything you want he will give you, even if you want to be a true woman, he can give that too."

"I wouldn't want that," I shook my head. "That's a painful procedure that never stops being a procedure."

Gaia smiled, like she had this huge secret she was going to share. "I meant a true woman, with all the moodiness, the periods, the crying babies, everything. If you both agree, he can take the last of your manhood the way you took his womanhood."

"Then he wouldn't want me," I said. "He doesn't like women, and he wouldn't want to have sex with me."

"Declan would love you as much as he does now. He would also want to have sex with you because he wouldn't have to worry about you stealing your manhood back."

"I can still do that?"

"Not really. He would have to want to give his manhood up, and that's not happening. Declan wants penises because you still have one. If you had gone just a few words further the night you made the exchange, you'd probably be pregnant now."

I turned around and looked at Declan and the scene around him. "Then that would be three dozen women instead of men. I'd lose anyway."

"Heather, if you do finish your change, you wouldn't have to worry about him playing that scene unless you were directing it."

"How do you know that? I mean, you're Gaia, but you can't force anything that's not a normal human event."

"I know," Gaia pulled her hand free. "You'd better get back, you only have a minute before the cloak expires."

Gaia vanished in a poof of dust that smelled like roses, and I folded to Declan's Vegas house because I couldn't think of anywhere else on such short notice. Plopping down on the nearest sofa, I took a few minutes to ponder my meeting with Gaia. What would the girls think if I told them I could change completely into a woman?

I decided not to tell them at all until I thought about it more. What really bothered me was what I had just seen in that room. Declan just sitting there, letting three dozen other men use him like he was some kind of sex toy?

Maybe I needed some fucking of my own. Shania was kind of disappointed that I wanted to see Kasey, but didn't hesitate to send me Kasey's number. Kasey had her own suite at the hotel because she didn't feel comfortable around naked genetic women. I wondered what she would think of me going all the way. She was curled up on the sofa in her suite with a book in her hand. As I walked toward her, she shifted so that her feet were resting on the floor, as far apart as possible. She was wearing a skirt, but not underwear, I found as I knelt before her.