The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 30

"These are the prosthesis pants," Rachel explained.

Rachel wiggled her hips. "So technically, not for real, no. These came from some Hollywood effects shop. They made them for nude scenes. We tell them what we want for a film, all in secret. I even had to send them a cast of my hips. This comes back..."

Rachel pointed to the edges, which were practically invisible. "You have to glue the edges on, like they do with all those fake foreheads they have in space movies. Same people. Then, basically, you cover up the edges with this liquid foundation. The stuff ends up as very thin skin. You can hardly tell where I end and it begins."

Samantha had sat down on the stool and was staring at Rachel's muff held inches from her face. "Wow, it looks so real," Samantha said. She was almost convinced it pulsed.

"He loves it. It's a total pain to get on. It takes an hour for the glue to dry," Rachel continued. "The good news is, I can go about my day and they stay on."

Samantha looked up into Rachel's eyes. "Can I touch it?"

"Sure," said Rachel, moving her hips forward.

"It even smells real" Samantha said reached out and touched the tip of the flaps around Rachel's cinematic clit.

"Ohh," Rachel said, her head back and her large, dark, smoky eyes closed.

Samantha instinctively snapped her finger back and looked up.

"Sorry," she said nervously, glancing up.

Rachel laughed again. "It's okay, I can't feel anything. I'm joking. Pretty good, huh?" she said with a vermilion grin.

Samantha looked relieved. She poked it, but Rachel didn't react.

"See, dead inside, just like Levant. He's is looking for some way to transmit the sensation electronically. He says he's found this company that designs technology meant for giving the sensation of touch to people who have lost limbs. It's cool how he thinks he can do that and still run for governor. I'm not sure I want a vigina which needs batteries do you? So come on. In your professional opinion how does it look?"

Samantha stood up and looked into Rachel's eyes. "Well, you're right. I've seen a few over the years, all different, but that looks pretty convincing."

Samantha walked slowly over to Rachael and pressed her up against the wall. Rachel guided Samantha's hand down to the clit. "Does it feel real?" Rachel said getting closer. Her face was close to Samanthas's. close enough to feel the exhale of her breath on her yearning skin.

Samantha ran her hand over Rachel's mount.

Rachel smiled moved closer and kissed Samantha.

"Yeah yeah it does," Samantha said. "It's kinda weird. I had this story in my head when we first met."

"What me up here naked?" Rachel said kissing Samantha softly on the lips.

"Yeah" Samantha said grinning back.

"Lets do that now. Relax, just play out the fantasy while we still can." Rachel said softly, her arms embracing around Samantha "We've just met. I'm who you think I was. What would we do now?"

"You've sounded straight all this time. I've pricked my finger with a needle you take it and kiss it better." Samantha said.

Rachel took Samantha's right hand and pulled her index finger closer and began to kiss it better.

"Like this?" Rachel began peppering the finger with butterfly kisses. Then she started sucking Samantha's finger.

Samantha smiled her lips curving into a beautiful grin. Rachel pushed Sam's finger into her mouth and began running her lips up and down it. Samantha could feel Rachel's tongue playing with the tips of her fingers. Samantha's pads were tough little affairs, made firm and callous by many years with a needle. Samantha felt this was so wrong but she grabbed Rachel and pulled her closer. They ended with hip against hip, breast against breast. Then she began pushing Rachel's fingers into her own mouth. The nails were too long but soon Samantha had grabbed the back of Rachel's neck and was dropping kisses all over her mouth, face, ears and neck.

For Samantha, Rachel was like a straight injection of five expressos. Energy suddenly surged through her. This was so wrong, so edgy, she couldn't stop her self. For now she was willing to play the fantasy. She didn't even notice as Rachel pulled Samantha's pants down leaving her smooth as exposed to the air-conditioned cool. Flesh bristled electrically against flesh.

Rachel was the girl she had met. Rachel lifted up Samantha's leg and began playing with her pussy lips with one hand while massaging Sam's nipple with the other.

They ended up sitting on the purple sofa, kissing over and over again. Rachel undid Samantha's work clothes and loosened the bra.

"You had such perfect fucking breasts," Rachel said. She was right, they were pert mounds, still young and firm enough to hold them selves up against age and gravity's dead hand. Rachel's hands explored them while Samantha's did the same.

Samantha's touch ignited a spark, an electrifying connection and Rachel's nipple's jumped to attention.

Rachel felt her heartbeat surge and hoped Samantha didn't hear it. They continued in an outer ring of heaven with fore play for what seemed like ages.

"I've never been with a woman before. I shouldn't....What do I do?" Rachel lied.

Samantha grinned "Don't worry. You'll know what to do, Rachel." She said between kisses. While she kissed Rachel's nipple, Samantha's fingers began to stroke Rachel's pussylips. Rachel purred at the contact, and realised she was only half acting.

"Let me" Rachel said, pushing Samantha back and opening her legs.

"You don't have to", Samantha said, then let out a strained 'Oh".

Rachel's tongue knew its way around Charlie's cunt well enough. She knew how to get started and where. Rachel could smell Samantha's warm juices. Part of her brain, which wasn't caught up in the moment, marvelled at how different Samantha's parts were from Charlie's. She hand't really thought about this. Samantha's pussy lips were smaller and more delicate like the petals of a daisy where as Charlie's were larger like an orchid. Parts were as diffrent as faces, just more so. Rachel worked, and Samatha started panting while massaging one of her own boobs and one of Rachel's.

After starting on the outside, Rachel made her way in. Never known where the next kiss or nibble would come then Rachel's tongue began to dance around Samatha's clit. Samantha was a very clit heavy woman and the attention was ravenously accepted. Inwardly Samantha praised Charlie for Rachel's education. Samantha wasn't averse to fucking the occasional virgin. She was used to more than one model 'experimenting' with her and acting as the physical online tutorial. Rachel on the other hand, was a total pro and it felt good.

"On the left, on the left, that's it yeah," Samantha said as wave after wave coursed through her building up as it did. After a while Rachel came up, her makeup slightly skewed on her face. They began nuzzling and kissing, and Samantha felt Rachel's fingers knowing to do.

"Touch me" Rachel said.

Samantha reached down and began stroking Rachel's fake clit. Their bodies were bound up together, breathing heavy, skin shining. Rachel seemed to appreciate the attention, and Samatha took control like she loved doing. Samantha hadn't touched anyone she had cared about in more than a year. After meeting Rachel, she hadn't wanted to be encumbered just in case. Now all the tension of a year was pouring out of her.

"How's this" Rachel said as she changed motion.

Rachel wasn't copying what Samantha did but somehow being in unison. It felt delicious and far to quickly Samantha started to cum. Her juices ran wild. Rachel faked an orgasm back, except it wasn't all fake.

Their heavy breathing died down, and they took a while to get their breaths back.

"That was good. Thanks." Rachel said.

Still out of breath "I should be thanking you." Samantha said 'I mean you didn't..."

"Actually, I kinda did," Rachel said. She put her finger to the hole were the pee came out and felt a drip of white coz at it.

"How," Samantha said. While Rachel's finger gently traced it's way over Samantha's parts.

Rachel's ball sack was sensitive. They were slightly exposed in the pants, Rubbing them, she felt somehow was enough.

"Was that how you imagined it going?" Rachel said.

Samantha pursed her lips and spoke softly like myst on a summer morning. "Well, in my head, you were more naive but logically, Charlie got there first, so yeah."

Rachel kissed Charlie "well maybe next time I can be that Rachel."

Samantha looked over and checked the time "Hey, you were my first trans woman."

Rachel smiled again "Welcome to the twenty-first century."

They relaxed in silence for a moment.

"That was better than a gallon of ice cream." Rachel said stopping to kiss Samantha occasionally. "It was just nice to forget all my worries for a bit" Rachel said.

Samantha leaned back "Worries," she said with Rachel in her arms.

Rachel played with Samantha's blone hair, "Remember Hunter? You invited him to the opening for me? I met him in Qatar. Levant spiraled into a terrible jealous rage. I don't know what happened to him. Levant is bound to be mon..."

Samantha's eyes brightened up. "You haven't heard about Hunter?" Her voice was filled with disbelief.

"No."

Samantha took a deep breath "He was caught in the Qatar having sex with an underage boy."

"What?" Rachel said, sitting up.

"Yeah, Kitty was writing an article complaining about it. He's being held in solitary confinement. He's being badly treated. He's not allowed a lawyer or contact from home, and... AND even the State Department is doing nothing about it, the incompetent scum..." Samantha said.

Then Rachel's face changed in realisation "Shit. We were in Qatar... Fuck I'm the underage boy? No.. crap.. yes I must have been, but it's not under age, its consensual. Oh shit," Rachel said. She had broken the law, she had got him to break the law. They had it on tape.

Samantha sat up. "What the fuck Rachel. The embassy said the police said they had film. That kind of stuff is illegal there."

Rachel looked dreadfully sorry. "It was Levant, he made me do it." She said waving both manicured hands.

"They are saying he's a fucking pedophile - I had to delete all the pictures of him and me at the opening of the Asylum. After the article Kitty got all kinds of hate mail saying she's standing up for some child fucker. Some pyscho in the suburbs was arrested on the news after he threatened to track Kitty down and kill her if she wrote another article. She was hiding in her flat with the shades down for three days scared out of her wits after that. Why would Levant force you to fuck him?"

"It's complicated. Hunter has some evidence against Levant. Levant said he would kill Hunter if I didn't. He was totally mad with rage. I thought he would do it. I thought I would be next. I didn't know I was framing him," Rachel said then burst into tears.

"I've been sucking his cock for the last month then he switched to the pants. I was terrified then he calmed down. How is my life so fucked up I'm just pleased to have him screwing a piece of silicon not me? Now I've done this to Hunter. He said he would let him go If I made him cum. I mean you would do that for someone wouldn't you. If some man's life depended on it. If Hunter's life depended on it. Levant's got people trailing me."

"Trailing you?" Samantha said.

"Yeah you will probably find a woman with an ugly black hand bag in the shop until four." Rachel said her face puffing up. " Shit shit Samantha, what am I going to do?"

"Get the fuck out of there." Samantha said holding Rachel ". Leave him. you can sleep here."

"I can't. I can't," Rachel said, tearful. "He knows where my parents live. He knows where you live. I'm trapped. He knows it. The only thing I've got is that he's fooled. He's going to stick to the contract. He's a devil like that. I just have to tough this out for a bit longer, then it's over."

Rachel slumped into a chair while Samantha made some tea.

"Oh fuck Hunter," Rachel said, "what have I done to you?"

Samantha sat down next to Rachel and put her arm around her.

"It's going to be fine. You could tell the police," Samantha said.

Rachel bent over, "Then everyone would find out what I am. My mother, everyone. She couldn't stand the shame. She's ill."

Samantha sat up, thinking Rachel was right. Levant was a powerful man, and he would stop anyone from finding out.

"You can't leave him. You can't stay with the bastard. This is about Hunter, right? What if we can get him some legal help?"

Rachel stopped sobbing and grabbed her gold earrings. "Take these. I have plenty. If we can sell them, then we can get Hunter some help. I can get more."

Samantha nodded. "Yeah, I need somewhere I can fence them. I can't eBay them."

Rachel "I know the name of a fence in Tenderloin; just don't buy any drugs from him."

Samantha looked over. "Tenderloin? I'm not going there. How do you know anyone in Tenderloin?"

Even as someone from out of town, Samantha knew about the neighborhood.

"I grew up there," Rachel nodded. "It's where my mom and grandpa still live. That's why I'm doing this. I didn't have any choice. I was going to do this and go to WisconsinU."

Samantha tilted her head shocked, she still couldn't get it out of her head that Rachel wasn't a stylish young English woman.

"OK you get the stuff to me. I'll take it to the fence."

Rachel sat up. "OK, that's good. Look, I can play the spoiled brat. I can get as much as you like. I was collecting stuff to pay for my mother's cancer treatment. Can you find a lawyer? Not yours, someone at arm's length. Perhaps a real lawyer could find me a way out."

Samantha leaned back. "Sure, I'll talk to Kitty. Give me a copy of your contract. I'm sure I can find someone to have a look at it. Perhaps they can find a loophole or something." Samantha said, then realized she was saying the wrong thing.

Samantha grabbed Rachel and hugged her. "It's okay. Everything is going to be okay."

Rachel pushed Samantha away. "I don't want to get your jacket dirty," she said, two twin black streams running down her face. "Shit, these fucking hormones..."

Samantha sat back. "Look, you be the uber bitch, keep up the act. I'll talk to Kitty. We can start some secret funds. You can fund the operation with Levant's cash. Squeeze the fucker right?" she said leaning over and hugging Rachel from another direction.

Rachel took a deep breath. "OK. I'm OK. "

Samantha found a cloth. "Good. Let's get you cleaned up, and you carry on the act. From then, stick to the act and never leave it. You're a dumb, stupid, stuck up bitch, and no one can tell you any different. Never let them know what you're really thinking and you have a chance."

"Thanks, good pep talk," Rachel said, half smiling while she dabbed her eyes.

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It was early morning at the Asylum and Rachel strode out of the master bedroom dressed in pure white tennis gear. She embarked on a leisurely stroll through her grand modernist house, situated on a sprawling estate Levant had bought. As she stepped into the house's sleek and expansive foyer, sunlight poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow upon the pristine white marble flooring. The open layout of the house allowed her to catch glimpses of various rooms and hallways, creating an atmosphere of interconnectedness.

Moving further into the house, Rachel passed by tastefully adorned walls, showcasing vibrant contemporary artwork that added a touch of sophistication to the space. She walked under the large picture of the labyrinth face of Levant. She admires the walls, mostly painted in muted tones of gray and cream, provided a minimalist backdrop that accentuated the vivid colors of the artwork.

As Rachel continued her journey, she encountered an inviting living area adorned with plush, modern furniture arranged around a minimalist fireplace. The room exuded a sense of comfort and style, with its clean lines and carefully selected decor elements. She paused briefly to appreciate the artful blend of textures and materials that gave the space a distinctive character. Each space now had a memory of when Levant had taken her in the prosthesis pants. She remembered ever event, what she wore, how she had pretended and when she hadn't needed to pretend all that hard.

Leaving the living area behind, Rachel wandered through a corridor flanked by floor-to-ceiling glass walls, offering panoramic views of the sea beyond. Then going east she could see the lush greenery, meticulously manicured hedges, and vibrant flowers greeted her gaze, reminding her of the natural beauty that surrounded her estate.

Leaving the house she walked purposefully, tennis racket in hand, past the horse paddock.

While she did, she noticed two stable boys laying arm in arm on the hay.

"Hey. What I have a told you people about scarring the horses?" Rachel shouted to the comatose men. One of the men looked up and squinted at Rachel in the early morning sunlight.

"Go back to bed." Rachel said waving an arm.

Rachel walked into the tennis court, shut the gate and loaded the balls into the serving machine. The serving machine sat on the far side with it's back to the forest beyond the electric fence.

She set the timer and went to the other side of the tennis court racket in hand. After a moment the timer spat out a ball and Rachel returned it. The next ball came, and the ball was returned to the net. The next one sailed over the net and Rachel hit it with all her might. The yellow ball sailed over the tennis court fence, over the security fence and into the muddy forest beyond.

"Oops" Rachel said watching the ball land in the forest beyond the estate territories. "Guess I shouldn't have put the tennis court so close to the fence. I'll get it later."

If the ball was a little too heavy Rachel didn't say.

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A Brief Encounter.

Streets in the Bay come in two kinds: great and grim. Sam wasn't walking down the great kind. It was neutral ground, about two blocks down from the Satori headquarters, on the edge of Tenderloin. The brick Victorian buildings with their grafted fire escapes sat over yellow-signed Mex-express burrito stores, shuffled next to open-doored auto shops. The buildings were all painted in a chromatic kaleidoscope of colors, each more discordant than the next, all complemented by the red bus lane down the center of the street. The litter and filth of the bay lay at ease on the streets. Beggars sat on the sidewalk before iron-bar-shuttered shops. Samantha pulled this and nervously checked the street before getting out of her car. As she got out, she spotted the hoodie Jessy had described and walked past him. He had been watching her for every inch she walked from the car. This wasn't a safe place, and this wasn't even where he normally operated.

"Can you smell fish?" she said to the air as she walked by. Jessy nodded slightly and waited for her to turn the corner. She dove behind a dumpster and immediately began regretting it. The ground was sticky. Jessy looked around, then started to walk to the alley where she went. Samantha was normally pretty confident, but today she had a gun in her handbag. The fish code word had been organized by text beforehand.

Jessy looked at the uptown girl in her shower of blonde curls standing before him. Whatever Denver was doing to hook up with an ass like this was OK in his book.

"You spoke to Denver?" Samantha asked as he approached her with a very large grin.

"Yeah, yeah, lady, he did," Jessy said, trying to act cocky and coming across as slightly comical. Denver sounded weird. Like he had been speaking a foreign language too much. He was never a big talker at the best of times, and a few days ago, a text had appeared on Jessy's drug-dealing phone.