The Gemini

Why Janice - is that a little perspiration forming on your upper lip? Is your breathing coming just a little bit shallow? Could it possibly be you like to swing both ways, but won't admit it to yourself? That's OK with me, Honey; I like girls, too. I would love to get it on with you sometime; you are such a stone fox!

There's nothing like a warm Spring evening to bring all the little studlies out to cruise the streets. It's like they're coming out of hibernation, ya know? And like a big ol' bear, they're REAL hungry! That's OK, Stud; I've got whatcha want. That guy in the blue Chevy must think so too; he's been going around the block for ten minutes, eyeing me every time he goes by. Maybe I'll just step off the curb here and see what's on his mind.

"Hi, Handsome. I'm Amber. Wanna date?"

"Jeez, Babe, those tits of yours look great! Are they real?

"Gimme your hands, Lover. There, how's that? Now, what do ya think; do they FEEL real?"

"Gulp. They sure do, Babydoll. Does the rest of you feel that good?'

"Why not take me for a little ride, Honey, and decide for yourself?"

He opened the door for me and I climbed inside. As he drove, I snuggled up close to him. I felt up his bone while I stuck my tongue in his ear.

"Ya know, Sugar, if you had fifty bucks, I could take REAL good care of your `friend' here."

"No shit! I just happen to have two twenties and a ten right here in my jacket pocket. See?"

"Oooo - so you do! Here, let me just stick this in my purse - there, that's better. Now, let's you'n me have some fun!"

I gave him a "wait'll you see what I got for YOU!" smile as I eased down his zipper and undid his button. I gently lifted his dong out and started stroking it.

"Hey, Babe, you really ARE a stud! Does this `lollypop' taste as good it looks? Let's see!"

I went down on him while he drove, swallowing his cock all the way down to his balls. I gently raked his thighs and ball sack with my nails. The poor thing just about jumped out of his skin! It's always such a kick to do a trick while he's driving; it's all he can do to keep his eyes open, much less on the road, and he has to fight the urge to grab my head and pull me down on his rod. No no, Baby, mustn't touch; you have to keep your hands on the wheel!

The poor boy lasted about five minutes, then shot his load into my mouth. I cleaned him up with my tongue, then carefully tucked him back in, zippered and buttoned him up, then snuggled up next to him again and fixed my lipstick and make-up in my compact mirror. They like that. I had him drop me off at Clark and Diversey. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to "cum back anytime!", then got out and walked down the block, swinging my hips for him to see. I've made cute money, and I got a ride to Tush Street; not bad for five minutes work.

You got to know the rules about places like Tush Street. I do; I've worked places like this for as long as I've been hooking (How long has it been now? Gosh, I just don't remember. It seems like forever. You are such a Bimbo, Amber!). The guy at the door knows the score; you flash him a BIG smile, wink, put your arm around him and tell him you missed him SO much, even if you've never seen him before in your life. He'll cop a free feel, then tell you to have a good time and drop by later. Bye-bye cover charge.

You saunter down the aisle nice and slow, so everyone can check out the goods; then you pour yourself onto a bar stool, make a big thing about crossing your legs, let your hem hike up a couple of inches, order a drink, and wait for the fish to bite. There are always a couple of real good `fishing spots' in any bar. It might be by the pool table. It might be at the end of the bar, facing the door, like I'm gonna do tonight. One of the best places is under the TV. Think about it. The guys are watching the `Big Game'. Their eyes wander down from the screen. Gotcha! You thought Monday nights have to be slow for us `working girls'? You haven't got a clue, Honey!

Yup, the place is just like I pictured it. Just a little `neighborhood joint' with a bar, juke box, and pool table in the front room and another bar and dance floor in the back. The place is a little on the sleazy side, just like I like. You won't find any `Yuppies' here, unless they're cruisin' for a piece.

But there is someone else here who knows the `rules'. She's sitting right where I was going to. What a dynamite-looking fox! I always had a thing for Redheads, and her eyes are as green as emeralds. She's got a bod that just won't quit, poured into a long-sleeved black satin spandex minidress and black patent pumps. She makes ME ooze! I can always spot another `working girl', and I wouldn't mind having this one as a friend - a real CLOSE friend.

"Hey Girl! How's business tonight?", I said with a wink. She beamed a smile my way and winked back.

"Just great, Honey. They take a licking and keep on tricking!"

We shared a laugh over that one.

"My name's Amber. Mind if I hang with you for a while?"

"Sure, no prob. I'm Jade. New in town?"

"Oh, kinda. I worked some places over on the West Side for a while to pay for Clinic. My landlord threw me out 'cause I wouldn't give him a freebie. Most of my stuff is in storage. I thought I might check out the action up here."

Jade kinda stiffened up when I mentioned the clinic.

"Did Janice send you to find me?"

"You know Janice too? Isn't she a sweetheart? She made me everything I am today," I replied slyly, showing off my body. "No, really, Sugar; I came on my own. Janice would probably kill me if she knew I was dating again."

"Who're you telling? She's been on my case for months to get me to quit. I finally stopped going to see her. She's such a prude, and I don't need the grief."

"Oh, Honey, you shouldn't quit! Janice is such a SUPER person, and she really has done a lot for me. You can always tell her you got a job as a secretary or something. I'll cover for you. In fact, we can cover for each other. Besides," I said with another wink, "I have a hunch she's not as much of a `prude' as you think."

"Thanks, Babe. Maybe I'll take you up on that. Need a place to stay tonight?"

"That'd be super! Are you sure it's no bother?"

"Are you kidding? Us girls have to stick together!"

We had another good laugh, and spent the rest of the evening together. Well, sorta. We kinda got busy and had to make a few `house calls' out to the parking lot - know what I mean? I guess the word was already getting around about the two stone foxes at the end of the bar. We had a few laughs over it, and got to be good friends. I was really getting hot for her, and she looked like she felt the same for me. Jade took me back to her place. It wasn't much, but it was a roof over my head. Jade said I was welcome to stay until I found a place, and that she would help me pick up my stuff from storage in the morning. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, thanked her, then started to turn to go over to the couch. Jade put her hand gently on my arm.

"No. Stay here with me tonight, Amber," she said softly.

How could I resist an offer like that? I was so randy for her all night, I couldn't think straight. I put my arms around her neck, pressed my bod against hers and kissed her, gently at first, then like a five-alarm fire. We couldn't get out of our dresses fast enough. We lay together in our garterbelts, stockings and heels, fucking ourselves into oblivion with Jade's double-dildo. Afterward, we cuddled tenderly all night.

The next few days were like a dream. Jade helped me move in and get settled. I had clothes that even I didn't remember (Where did I get this stuff?). Jade gave a little cry of joy when she discovered my corsets. She insisted I just HAD to wear one for her right away! I think she enjoyed yanking those laces tight, crushing my waist down to nineteen inches. I told her turnabout was fair play, and I took my turn corsetting her for me. We spent all of our time together in corsets, stockings, and five-inch spikes, and dressed each other for ourselves as much as for the boys. We dated together, sometimes on the streets, sometimes the clubs. Everytime I turned a trick, I found myself thinking about humping Jade.

Today is clinic day! I have so much to tell Janice - oops! Well, maybe not EVERYTHING. I tried to get Jade to come with me, but she is still too nervous about confronting Janice. There's something going on between them that Jade won't talk about. I spent some bucks and got a new outfit to wear today. I'm starting with a black satin corset, black lace bikini, and black stockings. I slipped a silky black camisole over my head and let its lacy top settle over my naked breasts. I had the dark grey, wool suit tailored to fit my body REAL tight. The skirt goes just past the knee and limits me to about twelve-inch steps. The jacket is V'ed to show off my camisole (and my jiggling boobs underneath!), nipped in to accent my nineteen-inch waist, then flares into a snug-fitting peplum. I stepped into a pair of five-inch black patent spikes and was ready to go. I looked business-like, but `on the make' - kinda like a smart, efficient secretary who was doing a little hanky-panky with the boss! Jade's eyes kinda glazed over, and I could tell I had to get outta here real quick, before she ripped my clothes off me again.

I didn't realize so many of my tricks worked here at the clinic! True, I hadn't seen any of them since I moved uptown, but it's kinda scary walking down the hall and having all the guys say "Hi, Amber" and remember when I did them in my old place, or a car, or even a dark alley. What if they told Janice? I had to wait a while in the outer office, along with a couple of Janice's other `girls'. I could tell they were green with envy of me. Sorry, Girls, we can't all be beautiful. If we were, I'd be out of work!

Janice hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, like I was her long, lost sister, and ushered me into her office.

"Amber! You look stunning. Is that a new suit? It looks MARVELOUS on you! I just KNEW you wouldn't have any trouble finding a job. You look like quite the career woman. Come, sit down and get comfortable. We have so MUCH to talk about!"

I sat down on the couch, swung my legs up, then looked up expectantly into Janice's eyes. She smiled down impishly at me.

"ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?"

"JANICE! Oh, my God! I've been fucking MEN all week, and loving it! I'm going to strangle the life out of yo - I CAN'T MOVE! What have you done to me, you BITCH?"

Janice chuckled and patted my cheek lovingly.

"Poor Baby. I thought you might have a nasty reaction when I brought you out again, so I took the precaution of implanting the command that `Richard' is paralyzed. You are also extremely receptive to my suggestions. I said I was going to TALK to you from time to time, remember? You will just lie there, and I will do whatever I feel like doing to you; then `Amber' will come back, perfectly normal, and won't remember a thing. So, how is your `roomie', Jade?"

"How did you know I was living with Jade?"

Janice winked at me.

"Oh, I have my ways. The two of you were such randy little sluts before I changed you, I think it is just precious that my two gems, Amber and Jade, are shacking up together again. You have become quite the little whore, haven't you?"

"You ought to know - you MADE me this way!"

She beamed down at me with glowing eyes.

"Yes, I certainly did, didn't I? And I must confess, I REALLY like the results. Every time I see you, I get - ideas. Oh, did I tell you? I've taken a new lover. He's a football player, and a REAL stud. He's much more a man than you ever were - or ever will be again! "

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I WAS a girl now. Whether I liked it or not, my life was changed - forever. I couldn't even lift a finger in protest! Tears welled up in my eyes.

"There, there now; don't cry, Baby. It's all for the best. You really are happier now. Your life is so much simpler. All you have to do is fuck for a living. And you LOVE to fuck. You can't get enough. Now, sleep tight, and we'll talk again sometime. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP, AMBER!"

"Wha - Gee, I'm sorry, Janice! I must have dozed off. I guess I'm not getting my `beauty sleep'. Did I miss anything important?"

"No, Dear, not at all. In fact, I was just commenting how good you looked today."

I used that opening to see if my hunch about Janice was right, I arched my back a bit and took a deep breath, causing my tits to swell up like twin ballons. I parted my lips slightly and rimmed them ever-so-slightly with my tongue, keeping my eyes fixed on hers.

"You really think so? I dressed JUST for you. I wanted you to be - PROUD of me."

She leaned forward in her chair. I gently took her right hand, guided it into my jacket, and used it to fondle my braless boobs through the silk camisole. The sensation was incredible. Janice stiffened slightly, just for a moment, then softened like melting butter. Then she kissed me softly on the lips.

"Yes, Honey, I'm very proud. And more. A lot more."

I sighed expressively and pulled her down on top of me.

"I was HOPING you would say that."

Why am I always so damn horny after I leave Janice's office? Making it with her just seemed to make it worse, not better. I scored a quick fuck with Mason, the orderly (and one of my former johns) in the linen closet. He only had twenty-five dollars to offer me, but I would have taken him on if it had only been twenty-five cents; he is hung like a horse, and I needed it bad! I gave Jade a real workout with the double-ended dildo when I got home. She had no complaints about my randiness; she used every trick in the book to make me hotter! We launched each other into lunar orbit before we were through.

Jade and I had gotten real close, and our love games were paying off big-time. We were real well-known on the street; know what I mean? Johns were asking for us by name. We were even getting jobs at private parties; people LOVE to watch two sexy sluts get it on! We now cleared enough to move out of the dump we had been living in and into a much nicer place. We never gave a thought to getting separate apartments; we wanted to stay together, period.

One night, while I held her in my arms, Jade told me about all the rotten things that had happened to her as a kid; stuff she had never even told Janice. Her mom had gotten a kick out of dressing up her delicate young son as a girl. I guess she always wanted a daughter, or something. Anyway, one day when he was sixteen, she got him all dolled up and introduced her `daughter Jade' to her husband. He went ballistic! He screamed that the only things girls were good for were sucking and fucking, and if that's what his kid wanted, it was fine with him!

With that, he pulled out his cock, stuck it in Jade's mouth, and made her suck him off. After that, he made her eat her mother's pussy while he fucked Jade's virgin ass. Afterwards, her dad told her mom that it was all right with him if she turned Jade into a girl, but the "little cunt" would have to earn her keep. To Jade's horror, her mother agreed!

From that time on, Jade lived full-time as their `daughter' and turned tricks which they set up for her. She hadn't been `abandoned', like she told Janice; she ran away. She made her way here - broke, scared, and alone - and made a living the only way she knew how. She found out about Janice and the Clinic through the other `girls' she met on the streets. She was able to hide most of her past (hey, we're ALL good actresses, Honey) and paid her way through the program with trick money. She knew Janice would never condone her lifestyle and would bounce her out of the program if she found out Jade was dating, so she kept her mouth shut.

She really did try to `go straight', but she couldn't get a job and the money was running out. One night she had gone back to Tush Street and met a guy who seemed nice and had money. She was desperate, so she hustled him. She felt so guilty about it later that she just couldn't face Janice again; that's when she dropped out of counseling.

I asked her why she hadn't just gone back to living as a boy when she first left home; why had she gone `all the way'? She just shrugged her shoulders a little and told me she didn't really know how to be a boy anymore. She had just gone from one trick to the next, hoping to find - something, anything she could believe in. Then she gave me a little squeeze and told me she finally had - me. I was close to tears. I told her that what her folks had done to her was really sick, and promised I would never, ever let anyone abuse her like that again. Then I hugged her tightly and rocked her to sleep.

We got a gig at a private swing party in a lakeshore high-rise. Hal, the guy giving the party, told me a friend had given him our names. He wanted us to do a "scene" to get his guests in the right mood.

"Sure, no problem. We'll get 'em hot enough to melt their shorts."

The party was a bunch of doctors, lawyers, stockbrokers, and corporate- types who were into kink, but wouldn't dream of getting "down 'n dirty" on the street. That's OK with us; doing a show for 'tourists' is fun and easy money. Getting them hot, horny, and willing in a place they feel safe ALWAYS leads to some action on the side - for which we can charge BIG bucks to guys like these. Jade tugged on my arm and nodded towards the windows.

"Janice is here."

Sure enough, there she was - on the arm of some stud I recognized from T.V.; the quarterback of the local football team, I think. But this Janice was an entirely different person. She wore a tight-fitting red silk blouse, open at the neck to show a lot of boob, and an equally tight-fitting black spandex miniskirt. She was braless and, from the way her stud was fondling her between her legs, pantiless too. She was all over him like a cheap suit, cupping her boobs with her hands for his admiring glances, rubbing her cunt up against his crotch, and blatantly sticking her tongue in his ear. I couldn't imagine prim, proper Dr. Janice Merrill putting on a display like this in public, even here. I mentioned that to Hal, and he smirked.

"She wouldn't be caught dead looking like that - if she had a choice. She doesn't. I know her both personally AND professionally; we are both Psychiatrists. She's always had a reputation as a `cold fish'. Lance, her boyfriend, asked me to help him play a little trick on her. The three of us had dinner here earlier this evening. I slipped a little `something extra' into Janice's wine; a powerful hypnotic drug. We put her on the couch and I put her under. It turns out she has always had the desire to act sluttish, but repressed it because it didn't fit her image. I `loosened her up' quite a bit for the occasion. A bit unethical, perhaps, but no real harm done."

"Wow, you mean she's in a trance or something?"

"Not really. I brought her out for the party, with a strong post- hypnotic suggestion that she wants to flaunt herself freely with Lance and everyone else for the rest of the evening. She will wake up tomorrow her usual self. She may not believe she could have done such a thing, but she will remember it, and enjoy it. We always say hypnosis can't make someone do something they don't want to do. From the looks of things, Janice has been denying herself a lot of guilty pleasures."

"Wow, that's neat! I always thought Janice was too stiff."

"Well, now we can let some of the `starch' out of her from time to time. I planted a trigger phrase that will activate the post-hypnotic suggestion later."

"Wait a minute. You mean you can make her like this anytime, just by saying a few words?"

"It requires some follow-up conditioning, but essentially, yes."

"Cool!"

I nuzzled up to Hal suggestively, casually grabbing his cock through his pants in a way no one else could see.