The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 27

The day had been a curious one, with one epiphany after another. Rachel took deep breaths in the Vissachi Hotel in Qatar and suddenly had her revelation. She had always avoided being truly clocked. Levant never truly clock her. Hunter didn't clock her either. Even the courier from Unicorn didn't clock her. On the other hand, she had always clocked herself. She had always believed she was an imposter just pretending to be a woman. She felt like, the queen of artifice and pretense. Dr. Cooper said she was fundamentally a woman. So, Rachel had always searched for the secret formula of how to be a woman. She observed other women, just as a young girl might, searching for the true secret of femininity. She wanted to understand how to be a real woman, not a simple copy, not a drag queen. She wanted to uncover the fundermental truth. She realized that being a woman wasn't about appearance; it was about function. But what function? What was so different between men and women? The secret had eluded her all this time, but now, in that moment, Rachel finally felt she knew what it was.

Here, now, she was a woman. Because at the heart of it all she only had one card to play. The only tool she had was consent. This was the first, last and only thing now under her control. Men rarely get to consent, they have so much else available. For consent to be a weapon or a tool, you must live in a man's world but not be a man. Now like all other women, this was her one and only means to make things right. Like it or not. She finally was a woman.

Rachel's stomach writhed with a tangled mass of tarantulas, their legs interweaving in a grotesque dance upon her fragile nerves. As the hotel room door swung open, her resolve solidified. She shut her eyes, channeling an inner strength that echoed through the chambers of her soul. "I'm a woman. I'm a woman," she repeated with fervor as if affirming her existence to the universe itself.

With a purposeful stride, Rachel ventured towards room 4040, an enigmatic door beckoning her forward. As she approached, the door stood ajar, a portal to uncharted territory. In a bold act of defiance, she crossed the threshold, her heart pounding like a war drum.

Hunter's room was akin to numerous others within this hotel, where opulence was cranked up to eleven. It possessed spaciousness, yet still retained the essence of a typical hotel room. At one end, a window allowed glimpses of the outside world, while a grand, elegantly carved mahogany four-poster bed occupied the central space. The sheets exuded an air of expensive craftsmanship, and the ornate Victorian bedspread found its replication throughout the furnishings and curtains.

Rachel observed the decor with discernment; the entire ambiance seemed as artificial as her augmented bosom. Mock rococo furniture, seemingly misplaced in the heart of a desert, stood hundreds of years removed from its authentic time period. The place oozed lavishness, akin to experiencing an inaugural sexual encounter within an orchid's delicate embrace. The room, adorned with sensuous and ornate gold accents, elevated and ennobled any potentially tawdry liaison to the realm of high art. It served as the consummate backdrop, painting a stylish and contemporary seduction with an air of sophistication.

In the center of it all stood the sturdy figure of Hunter. Hunter's eyes, deep and piercing, held a captivating intensity that spoke volumes of the depth within. They were windows to a soul brimming with passion, concealed behind a facade of unwavering determination. His chiseled features, sculpted by the hands of time, bore the marks of a life fully lived, each line etching a story of triumph and tribulation. He rose from his position, as though he had been pacing the room.

"Sorry, there were some delays. It's all sorted," Rachel said, striding towards Hunter with the determination of a missile.

Levant's threat successfully banished any lingering awkwardness she might have felt. Rachel possessed the momentum of a courageous fireman rushing into a burning building to save a lost child. As she approached, Hunter had a brief moment to take in her attire, which, though scant, transformed her into a vision of a sensuous siren serenading a captive audience of one.

Hunter himself sported a lightweight white cotton shirt, the illumination from the light source not hitting directly but still radiating with intensity. It revealed glimpses of his sculpted chest and enticingly hinted at the presence of his defined abdominal muscles. He paired it with simple slacks that gracefully adorned his slender waist. A stiff drink was poured, standing as a testament to his resolve.

"Was..." Hunter began, but Rachel swiftly placed her finger on his thin, bewildered lips.

"It's... all... sorted," Rachel asserted firmly, her voice carrying a resolute tone. "It's just you and me now. We can figure out the rest together."

Rachel understood the urgency of preventing him from speaking at any cost. She initiated a passionate kiss, her lips entwining with Hunter's. At first, he hesitated, but then he reciprocated the kiss. A surge of electric intensity coursed through Rachel's being. The audacious act of traversing the boundaries of traditional gender roles amplified the sexual thrill, stirring a wicked delight within her. She felt an undeniable arousal, as her estrogen-soaked flesh prevented any rigidity, while her blood surged fervently through her veins.

Rachel continued to kiss Hunter's neck, pressing her body against his, urging him towards the bed. At all costs, he must not speak a syllable, or he was dead.

"But..." he started, lifting his head back.

"No 'ifs,' no 'buts'... for the next hour, thinking is forbidden. We are going to do what we both have imagined," Rachel whispered, assertively pushing Hunter onto the bed.

Rachel began kissing Hunter's neck, and although he wasn't actively assisting, he also didn't resist.

"Is this... important?" Hunter managed to utter while Rachel attempted to silence him.

Rachel paused briefly, coming up for air, and flashed a wild smile at him.

"This. You. Right now, you are the most important thing in the world. Now, show me your love." With determination, she started by undoing his tie and yanking it roughly from his collar.

Rachel deftly loosened the top of Hunter's collar, her nimble fingers dancing along the fabric, desperately trying to undo the button that held them captive. While she ardently pursued her task, Hunter's hands traversed the contours of Rachel's sculpted stomach, tracing the path of desire with an effortless grace. The air crackled with anticipation as their bodies melded in a delicate embrace, the rhythm of their passion orchestrating an intimate symphony.

With the second and third buttons relinquished from their constraints, Rachel sought solace in a fervent kiss, their lips entwined as if conspiring against the constraints of spoken language. In that moment, her mind swirled with a whirlwind of thoughts, the whirligig of desire spinning in her core. She yearned for the intimacy to unfold at a measured pace, not to be undone by impulsive haste that might strip away the layers of anticipation that electrified the air. If he discoverd the gaff then he would never come. Levant's threat was following her like an express train down a narrow tunnel.

Their mutual breathing increased. The fourth button didn't unfasten and just flew out across the room. Inspired and desperate Rachel just pulled the other buttons apart and exposed enough skin to begin kissing his chest and firm strong stomach. Hunter was kissing Rachel's face and neck. Then he managed to get her shoulder. Rachel was both part of the bundle of joy but also strangely felt like she was watching it next to Levant back in his control room a few doors down. Hunter was sitting on the bed and Rachel dropped to her knees at the side of it.

"No" Hunter said pushing her away "You don't need to we ca..."

Rachel held her finger to his lips. Her lips worked her way down Hunter's stomach. Her

"I want to" She said "I need to, I must do, I'm a mess down there at the moment."

Rachel pushed him back with one hand, while her other hand sensually traced kisses along his stomach. She could feel the perspiration glistening on his skin, its scent wafting toward her senses. It possessed an intoxicating allure, a sinuous blend reminiscent of summer lemons--bittersweet, yet packing a powerful punch.

With deliberate intent, Rachel deftly undid his belt, followed by the release of his fly. As the zipper yielded, a cloud of perspiration enveloped her nostrils, mingling with the heady anticipation that saturated the air.

Hunter attempted to sit up, but Rachel firmly pressed him back down once more. In that moment, Rachel found herself lacking the revulsion and repulsion she had anticipated when faced with what she was about to do. The scenarios she had rehearsed in her mind for Charlie and even Peter now merged seamlessly with this encounter involving Hunter, as if the boundaries blurred into insignificance. She recognized that she was saving his life, and an unexpected excitement coursed through her veins, fueling her determination to finally act upon it.

She began kissing his dick. It was already half extended. Rachel had to stop as her own balls were aching. Her dick was still flat, but she needed a better position.

She lifted her head up to see Hunter was looking down at her with huge amount of surprise in his eyes. He clearly didn't know if he should stop her or let her continued.

"Stop" Hunter said. "You don't have..."

Rachel's stomach tensed up. If he stopped if he went soft he would be dead and she would be responsible.

"I am so fucking wet now," Rachel lied, "Why don't you just sit back and enjoy the ride? Release that long flight all tight a cooped up? Please let me do this. I so want you."

Rachel got back and began working Hunter's member with her hand. She closed her eyes and continued 'This I know how to do' she thought to her self. Her senses were multiplied she felt the carpet beneath her knees, the velvet touch of the sheets on her elbow.

"Oh..." Hunter gasped, his voice laced with awe and reverence. Rachel, consumed by a rush of adrenaline, could feel the pulsating heat coursing through her veins. Hunter's hands found solace in the embrace of her hair, gently running through the strands with a tender touch. The electrifying connection they shared made it increasingly difficult for Rachel to maintain a coherent thought, her mind awash with an intoxicating blend of desire and exhilaration.

Hunter's head was stiff and slippery with pre-cum. Rachel got down and began to push her lips around Hunter's shaft. She tried to remember everything Charlie had ever done to Denver. She felt her own pulse raising and her balls started to feel like iron bolts in a fire. She continued, her lips could feel the huge vein running down the side of his shaft.

"Shit," Hunter said.

In her mouth Hunter felt softer. What was he doing?

Rachel knew what to do to. Her more rapid pulsing on Hunter's was hitting the money. Hunter began moving his hips in motion with Rachel. He ran both his hands through Rachel's hair.

"I'm coming." She announced breathlessly then got back to work. Her tongue played over the sensitive rim of his end. She tried to shiver and shake, faking the orgasm. To her surprise she felt a small dribble of pre-cum leaking out of her panties. She moved faster and faster. She put her hand around Hunter's impaling member. The first she new Hunter tightened his grip on her hair.

"Oh fuck!" Hunter said.

The next there was a massive load of cum shooting into her mouth. Her reaction was to start choaking. Her blood was hot and she was getting quite high. She had images of turning round and presenting her ass to him. Lying on the bed while he fucked her from behind. She felt fantastic and shivered like she was echoing his climax. Then there was a second spurt. He tasted of sea salt and oregano, it was different from Denver's cum, it tasted of honesty like Hunter himself. It was warm, like a thick sour sea soup on a winter's day. Hunter pulled Rachel up to the bed with her. He ran his hand over her tender breast. He was getting his breath back.

"Oh that was good. I didn't think I could.." Hunter began "thanks.. we should oh do.. you."

Rachel put her hand over Hunter's heaving chest. Something in her wanted to just lay in his arms. She was just glad he was going to live. She found her self grinning insanely at him.

Before she could catch her breath, her phone rang, interrupting the fragile silence. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she answered the call.

"Okay, leave him. Leave him now. He gets to live," Levant's voice spoke grimly through the phone.

"Really?... Nothing... Okay, I'm coming. I'll see you there," Rachel responded, her tone carrying a sense of urgency.

She rose swiftly from the bed, leaving Hunter half-naked beside her. Their synchronized breathing gradually slowed, hinting at the aftermath of their intimate encounter.

"Do you have to go?" Hunter pleaded, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"Yes. That's it. I wanted to have done that a long time ago. But this is the end. Go back.. Return to where you came from. I'm going back to where I should be." Rachel declared with a resolute tone, a hint of remorse lacing her words.

"What?" Hunter exclaimed, struggling to believe what he didn't want to hear.

Now standing by the door, Rachel grasped the handle tightly, her gaze fixed on an uncertain future.

"Leave," Rachel commanded, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable pain. "Take what you got and Leave now. Never comeback. That was a one-off, never to be repeated experience and I don't want to see you again. EVER."

"Rachel, no," Hunter pleaded desperately, but his words fell upon closed ears as Rachel allowed the door to shut behind her.

As the door closed with a resounding thud, Rachel felt her eyes well up with tears, a mix of sorrow and resolution washing over her.

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Rachel briskly marched down the elaborate corridor of the Hotel. Her mood failed to mirror the serenity and calm elegance of her surroundings. Her face was a mess, a jagged distortion of her normally divine self. She looked disheveled, but she didn't feel like a slut; she felt like a concubine to a slut. The realization settled in that she had crossed her own boundary. It was too late now; that particular line was broken. She couldn't undo herself, and now she had to accept that Cooper and Charlie were right.

'Ok now, I'm fucking gay' Rachel said to herself. She had kissed a boy and liked it. Maybe she would have preferred to lie in his arms all night, bring him coffee in the morning, but now she had more important things to do.

As Rachel approached Levant's spy den, the door swung open, revealing Jerry standing there. He gestured for Rachel to enter. The two security personnel inside appeared uncertain, their gaze shifting awkwardly between the screen displaying an empty, static black-and-white image, their attention firmly fixed upon it.

"Did he?" Levant inquired, his voice filled with anticipation.

Rachel spat in her hand and then ran the cum stain over the large mirror she was standing next to. There was more quickly drying on a lock of her hair. Her expression bore a weightiness and exhaustion that couldn't be overlooked. Levant acknowledged it with a nod.

"Okay, he lives," he said.

Rachel's tense demeanor eased. Hunter hand't contradicted her story, he hadn't said a word about the spy pen. Everyone was going to be alright. She felt a sense of relief washing over her, akin to the deflation of an airship.

However, her relief was short-lived as she caught sight of an unsightly expression in Levant's eyes. It was a familiar look, one she had observed moments before he would erupt into a fit of rage.

"There is bad news about my vegetarian diet," Rachel said.

Levant looked quizzical. "What?"

"Looks like meat is back on the menu," Rachel said.

They paused, and Rachel threw her jacket on the bed.

"So... Do you want to be next?" she said, grinning through her smudged lipstick.

She tried to not look at the police. If they had any hint of what was between her legs she would be jail bait.

Levant rose from his seat, commanding the attention of the policemen and Jerry. "Carry on," he instructed them before standing tall and motioning towards the door. They proceeded down the corridor in silence, their steps mirroring those of a married couple. Rachel trailed behind Levant, a surge of anger and vengeance welling up inside her. She yearned to seize a gun and exact her revenge. Upon reaching their apartment, Levant used his key to open the door, courteously holding it for Rachel to enter. The walked together in silence back into the presidential suite.

"I am a woman," Rachel affirmed to herself. "It is time to save myself, my grandfather, my mother, and now Hunter."

Levant unlocked the door and opened it for her. Rachel walked like a prisoner to the gallows.

Levant's face contorted into an unsettling smile, sending chills down Rachel's spine.

"Rachel, my dear, I won't deny that I was upset, but you were making a cuckold of me," Levant spoke, his words dripping with a mix of condescension and admiration. "You have demonstrated the power of determination. Look at what you can achieve when you set your mind to it."

"Yes, I understand. I have a surprise for you," she said, heading towards her wardrobe. Prepared for the possibility of another one of Levant's classic temper tantrums, she had gathered a few sexy supplies. This situation would require all of them.

She retrieved a pair of long latex opera gloves, which she had meticulously polished in advance. Slipping them on, she pulled them up past her elbows. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but acknowledge her disheveled appearance, feeling like a mess, a slut.

Returning Rachel ran her hands sensually over her body, moving in a manner reminiscent of a demonstration once given by Kate. It accentuated her breasts, highlighting their most alluring qualities. Levant smiled like a tiger.

"I feel so hot now," Rachel expressed. "That was just the preliminary act. If you're interested in the main event? Give me a moment to cleanse the scent of another man from my body, and then we can start. Because I have a spectacular performance planned for you."

Rachel rushed into the bath room. She did her best to straighten her make-up and desperately wash her mouth out.

"I'm starting to think this was all worth it," Levant said from the outside, his voice far less tense than before.

Rachel smiled as she emerged. "So you forgive me? You're going to let the poor sap go? Leave him be?"

Levant moved. From her viewpoint, she could see that Levant had a huge hard-on.

Levant reached out and stroked Rachel's face, smiling good-naturedly.

"Hey, that was all talk. I'm never going to hurt someone from the FBI. That was just locker room talk. I was sitting before Jerry and the local security people. I had to say shit like that; otherwise, I would lose all respect. I can understand why you did it; we both know, but to the people there, they would think I couldn't keep my woman happy, and she was looking elsewhere, you know?"

"I totally get you," Rachel said, willing to do anything to calm Levant's mood down.

"I was angry, and that's truthfully how I felt, but I would never hurt anyone. You should know that, Cinnamon. Men say that kind of thing in the heat of the moment. You know that. Come on, you know me. I'm surprised we're having this conversation. I understood you immediately. I'm surprised you didn't get me. Why did you think I sent you back, babe?"