The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 31

As he spoke, Levant put his hand on Rachel's backside. She felt his warmth against her neck.

"Now, you mentioned something about something special tonight?" Levant said.

"That was before the agent guy," Rachel said. "Now I feel guilty for what happened to some random stranger."

"But I thought you would appreciate that I got him out of danger," Levant said.

Rachel looked up. "Well, I'm downgrading it to a hand job in the car. You should have stopped at Grandpa."

"Shame," Levant said, taking Rachel's hand.

"But..." Rachel began. "Maybe I might change my mind if I could do some charitable work, like making regular visits to the ward to see people who don't have any family to visit."

Levant smiled and pressed his body against hers. "Sounds like a good idea. I could organize it."

Rachel gave him a coquettish smile of acceptance. "Looks like someone is having meat for dinner again," she said.

Rachel got into the car and stretched her hand. It had only taken the distance from the ward to the car to figure out what he was really saying. Poker players only show their hand when they have all the aces. Rachel only had her consent card and had to work it. Mom might be getting better, but she had to maintain the facade of being Rachel until Hunter recovered. She would give him a year. If Hunter was still in a vegetative state at that point, there probably would be no real return. She would do some research, try to talk to the doctors. The secret "Save Hunter" fund had now become the secret "Save Denver" fund.

After smiling for the waiting cameras, she settled into the back of the limousine.

That was far too easy, she thought. She had inadvertently extended her commitment by six months without even thinking about it. She told herself that she needed to do something from within to counter Levant's plan. In reality, she wondered if she was merely searching for any excuse to continue. Perhaps she was imagining that Levant was threatening her with them. Perhaps, she thought, the therapist was right, perhaps she was just Levant's bitch, but she was too sissy to admit it.

Being Rachel, she decided was too easy, too seductive, too addictive. She could hardly imagine going back to being Denver sometimes. Sometimes, men would do and say things she couldn't comprehend. Women somehow made sense even when they were being cold and bitchy. Rachel definitely didn't want to go before her book was published. She had even presented some work in a poetry venue with Samantha as her number one groupie. The last time they had slept together, Samantha had freaked seeing Denver's parts in the shower. It was quite clear Denver would have to give up Samantha's tender evening kisses. It was a difficult move.

They pulled away from hospital. Seeing Grandpa was lovely, for a moment she felt like she was looking forward to going home. She smiled. Trust mom to tell everyone Denver was in Seminary.

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A week later Rachel had been wearing one of her "Asylum only" dresses. It was daringly unique and perfectly encapsulated Rachel's style. The dress appeared to be crafted from a multitude of thumbnail-sized, heart-shaped mirror pieces, each meticulously arranged on a delicate mesh mini dress. From a distance, she shimmered like a newly caught mermaid, but up close, one could glimpse her lack of underwear and the uneven edges of her breasts.

You would have to look very carefully to notice the edges of the prosthesis pants hidden under a liberal use of foundation. The dress showed off her bear arms, shoulders and long slender neck. She wore a pair of needlessly fuck me stiletto shoes.

For no reason other than the sheer thrill of it, she had dressed provocatively, indulging in her youthful freedom. She did it because she could. She had sent a couple of pictures to Samantha, who responded with a barrage of admiration. Now, feeling suitably electrified, she sent a few more pictures to Levant. In response, Levant sent a message to the staff, warning them to retreat to the semi-hidden staff wing under the threat of severe consequences. In Levant's eyes, no one could display enough gayness in Rachel's presence. To Levant she had got a taste for his dick and that hard won permission was not about to be squandered on some random stable boy. Some of the staff worshiped Rachel as a style icon. Her occasional flamboyances where a mixture of middle finger to the world and an open pair of legs to Levant. If asked she didn't know why she did it, there was no plan, no ambition beyond girl fun.

Levant had arrived by car. Rachel lay back and faked an orgasm in the prosthesis pants. Levant strained as he came and this was Rachel's cue to moan like the rivers of Zion had just filled her brim full.

Levant rolled off and lay on the bed. "Oh fuck, that was good. You OK?" He asked.

"Thanks that was amazing," Rachel said getting her breath back. Her nipples were still rock hard and she felt like she might have leaked. She felt unsure about this, it was good cover, but it also meant that her body was responding to Levant's attentions. She felt guilty that she was quite lightheaded and felt well disposed towards Levant. She rolled over and dopplyey kissed him.

After the moment of bliss passed, she remembered the visit to the hospital and the weight of responsibility it brought. Hunter was her sole responsibility, and she had to maintain her role as a well-behaved and responsible individual, as the consequences could be fatal. The challenging part was that being a good girl did have its perks. She was reconnecting with her friends, going out, and they even managed to slip into a few elite nightclubs reminiscent of the old days. Samantha joined them, and they danced together until the dawn warmed the sky. Alongside her newfound freedom, Levant continued to shower her with gratefully received gifts.

Rachel reached out and held Levant's hand, preventing him from leaving.

"Tell me something naughty you've done," Rachel said, pressing her red fingernail against her bright red lips. It was her way of teasing him for more information.

Levant looked over and smirked. "I have a woman working on Gorr's campaign. She's managed to get quite close to him. I instructed Devlin to have her obtain something compromising," Levant confessed.

Rachel lay back and began to finger her silicon clit. "Fuck. That's such a turn on.." Rachel said electrically. She could look so hot sometimes on the disheveled bed.

"You're such a bad girl, Miss Price," Levant said.

Rachel ran her finger over his lips. "Am I?"

"I'm supposed to be on the campaign trail," Levant said, doing a push-up and leaning over to kiss her.

"Well, secretly, I'm working for Gorr," Rachel said slyly. "Oops, did that slip out? You'll have to punish me. Apparently, I'm a bad, bad girl. I've been told so on good authority."

Levant understood the implication. "I have to go now," he said.

"But you've just arrived. It's late, stay," Rachel pleaded, reaching out. "Just one more kiss."

"No, no, no," Levant whispered softly. "I know you too well. One kiss leads to another, and another, and before we know it, it's nine in the morning."

Rachel pouted. "You love me?" she asked as Levant finished getting dressed.

"In ways you wouldn't believe, my dear, in all your long and eventful days," Levant replied, pausing to look back at Rachel, who was still sprawled on the bed.

Soon, Levant was driven away, and the staff were informed that they could re-enter the main building.

Rachel slinked over to the video game corner, playing relentlessly. She killed and killed again, yet the best she could do was feel numb. She hated Levant for trapping Hunter, she hated her self for the way she tried to appease Levant to keep Hunter alive.

"Hi," a voice called out from the darkness of the living room.

Rachel looked up, and a smile exploded across her face like a frag grenade.

"Charlie!" Rachel exclaimed, jumping up without even pausing the game. Charlie had mentioned stopping by, but then Levant had arrived. Rachel had texted again, but assuming that Charlie, like Levant, was busy, she thought their date had been canceled.

"I'm so happy to see you!" Rachel said, standing up, kissing Charlie on the cheek, and hugging her tightly, unwilling to let go. Charlie returned the embrace. "How was the conference?" Rachel asked.

"You know, corporate stuff. Now that Levant is running for Governor, people are recognizing me more for what I'm doing. I'm no longer in his shadow. By the way, I love that dress. Remind me to tell you what underwear is for," Charlie said as Rachel took her hand and sat down, pulling her down beside her.

"Fuck underwear. I saw the article about you in Forbes. It's quite sublime to see your friends in print," Rachel said, then turned her head. "Alexa, tell the kitchen we have guests and to send up a bottle of the '37 and two glasses."

The smart assistant pod responded, "Sending up the '37 and two glasses."

"Come on, I was on page eighteen of Forbes," Charlie said.

"That's fantastic. It's nice of you to come all the way out to the Asylum. You should have said I could have come in. I miss being in the Thornbury," Rachel said. As she moved Charlie got hints of the lithe body under the sparkling demi-dress.

"Me too. I made the effort to come because Levant mentioned you were feeling a bit down," Charlie replied. Just then, a robot slunk silently into the room. It carried a golden bucket with a bottle of Champagne held in a nest made from ice cubes. Mimi had guessed at what Rachel had ordered and also guessed that they didn't want prying eyes to witness what went on in the main building. Rachel pulled out the ice bucket and struggled to open the champagne. Finally Charlie's stronger fingers achieved it and poured out a couple of glasses.

Rachel took a sip and let out a sharp breath.

"You heard about that poor man I had a fling with in Qatar?" She said her eyebrows raise in honest concern "He's in a coma in one of Levant's hospitals. God. I feel incredibly guilty about it. And now I'm dressed like this. I think my therapist would say I'm overcompensating for it."

Charlie leant back "hey, you shouldn't blame your self for that. You weren't trying to escape prison where you?"

Rachel lied "Yeah I know, but I do, you know? I'm feeling dreadful."

Charlie looked over "You need sex, when was the last time you truly fucked your brains out?"

Rachel struggled "a hour ago. Douglas just left."

"No, you sex," Charlie said. "When was the last time you came for yourself?"

"Venice," Rachel said, nearly rolling her eyes. Then she leaned forward. "OK It was Sam's changing room, but that's not so different from Levant."

"Did you cum?" Charlie probed.

"Charlie!" Rachel said.

Charlie just stared at Rachel intently.

"Maybe... a little," Rachel whispered, while her glossy cinnabar lips smirked.

Charlie nodded. "That would explain the glint in Sam's eye when I Zoomed with her a few days ago," he said. She whispered back and put her arm around Rachel. "Can I try?"

Rachel looked over "I don't think the prosthesis would fit you."

The prospect of Charlie banging her wearing the harness was quite a turn-on.

"On the subject of that," Charlie said, as if she were sharing breaking news, "Logan is still asking again if we could all sleep together."

Levant had reacted to the idea like a drunkard's staggering--sometimes with a maybe, other times with a no. Rachel wanted no room for doubt. Peter, on the other hand, still avoided her and was now more concerned about his upcoming trip to the Unicorn. In his case, it was going to be a hardcore operation to harvest eggs. He had taken an apartment in Thornbury Apartments, an old, run-down building near the Thornbury hotel and only traveled to the Asylum when necessary.

"What?" said Rachel, not expecting this. She remembered Logan. His smile was like a sledgehammer to her heart.

"Logan thought it would a good Christmas present to sleep with both of us together. Oh and can we use the four poster bed?" Charlie said.

Rachel suddenly felt torn like a child desperately holding the hands of two parents, with each wanting to take a different escalator at the mall.

"Well, I've been working on him. One moment it's yes, then it's maybe, then no," Rachel said, "I told you, Levant nearly killed the last person I 'played' with. He's on display in the hospital if you doubt me." She used her fingers to gesture air quotes around the word 'play'.

Charlie looked offended. "Well, I checked with him first, naturally. He's okay with it."

Rachel tilted her head. "He is?"

"Well, obviously," Charlie said, putting her hand on Rachel's..

Rachel bit her lip for a moment "hang on if I'm in the prosthesis pants for Logan, how will I do you?"

Charlie smiled piteously "No Logan wants the pants off. Well he might give them a try but he's not afraid of a bit of dick on dick action. In fact he is quite turned on by chicks with dicks. It's erotic, sensual and the best part different and new."

Rachel rolled her eyes "I'm still not wild about you know the gay stuff? No, No means no."

Charlie moved closer to Rachel "Seriously? You've been sleeping in bed with a man for like months now. From what Levant told me you're doing it three or four times a day. You're as gay as 'The friends of Dorothy' the Musical. I'm surprised this was an issue for you anymore. I mean, I love making love with you but you always did make love like a gay man."

Rachel moved back "What? Really?"

Charlie shrugged her shoulders "You always did. I mean I enjoyed it but it was like ballroom dancing with someone who didn't want to lead. I mean, you never smacked me. You never held me down that is even before the hormones. I know you think it's the HRT making it difficult to get it up, but I think we both know the truth. And there is nothing wrong with that. Anyway we are getting off the point. Look Logan wants to make love with you and me. It will be like the old days."

"Old times, like four months ago," Rachel said, referring to the time before she left for Venice.

"Five months ago when you licked me out, which was very nice, by the way." Charlie said.

Kissing the velvet had come by way of apology. After Peter in Venice, Hunter, more hormones, no matter how hard she tried, Rachel really couldn't get stiff anymore. Dr Cooper said it might be something to do with the trauma of what happened to Hunter, she might never get stiff again. He didn't know about Samantha but even then, Rachel didn't get hard with her either.

Rachel pulled away and looked out of the large picture window into the sunset. More faces drifted over the wild sea beyond. Charlie approached. Rachel could see her ghostly reflection in the window.

"Look I don't want to pressure you but Logan was quite firm about this. If we don't all make love he's likely to take it as I'm cheating on him. Then he will force me to stop. If you really want to carry on having our adventures together then you're going to have to take one up the ass for us. Believe me he's done it to me plenty of times. Crap I've done you and you've done me. There is something about him grabbing your hips in his firm hands pushing in like you feel he's going to rip you apart and then when he comes in you. I don't know it's hard to say. I'll be there you know, I won't let him hurt you." Charlie said whispering over Rachel's shoulder.

"Not the pants?" Rachel said.

"Logan has a right to fidelity." Charlie said," He's very insistent, he has been going along with this for much longer than any man would. I told you from the outset, I was very clear. Now it's either you do Logan properly, or we don't sleep together again. "

Rachel stood back. She couldn't tell Charlie the real reason she was ok about sleeping with Levant was getting cash for Hunter. The pants made it feel like someone else was doing it. The pretence made it feel OK. Actual penetration still felt repellant but also unclean, forbidden and sexy as hell. On the other hand would it be so different from pegging?

"I don't know." Rachel began "I can't say yes."

Charlie put her hand on Rachel's shoulder "It's your choice but I'm going to tell Logan the real reason."

Rachel turned around. "What's that?" She asked. Logan new the truth about Denver. He couldn't clock her.

Charlie stood up "Your more in love with Levant than even you want to admit to anyone. I've see you around him, your more happy then I've seen you. More happy than that boy I met in the Games shop, more confident, more your self. Levant's the same. He's like a toddler on too much sugar. He's always talking about you and always making plans. You make a great couple everyone says that. You're just too young and lack the courage to let go and commit to the first guy you met as a girl."

"You sound like my therapist," Rachel said. "Even Dr Grant was like 'I'm giving birth in May, and taking a couple of months off so don't start planning any reassignment surgery for then.' I told her I'm going to leave when the contract is up. I've never given any other impression right?"

Charlie looked somber "You keep saying that, but it's like you're trying to persuade your self. I'm surprised you want to give all of this up?"

Charlie waved her hand. "It's a huge amount to get left behind." She shrugged " Which is just stuff. I think Levant is going to be totally devastated. I guess you know that?"

Rachel nodded. "I just want to go back to being normal. My therapist says it's just the speed of events making me reluctant. He's convinced I want to remain as a woman."

"Well once someone has opened the door to being a woman its hard to go back." Charlie smiled. "Look if you're certain then I'll tell Logan." Charlie said " but there is no going back. Logan will get pretty jealous. This isn't how I wanted things to end."

Rachel looked at Charlie. Charlie was more of a friend than she rightly deserved. Charlie was the one who had kept Rachel sane. She was also relentlessly busy. If Rachel said no then Rachel would end up being more isolated than ever.

"OK fuck it. I'll do it" Rachel said.

"Fantastic" Charlie said.

"The crap we do to keep men happy" she added then stopped. "Look unless he has a tiny dick which we both know is a lie he's going to you know.. not fit."

"Well, you know I have a solution for that," Charlie said. She got up and found her handbag. She returned with a small box elegantly wrapped. There was no information about the contents except for a barely visible logo embossed on it, which read 'Agent de provocateur'.

"He said to get the best. It's kind of his blessing, you know" Charlie added, handing the box over.

Rachel took the box and slowly opened it. In the box say three gold butt plugs. Each was larger than the last. The packaging alone felt worth a thousand dollars.

"Pick it up," Charlie said.

Rachel picked the smallest one up it felt quite heavy. As she moved it felt odd in her hands. Like there was something inside it.

"It's also remote-controlled from your phone. Or someone else's phone. Or It will go off at random times, but the crazy thing about these are it is its a bit like Ben-wa balls. There is a weight in molasses or something. It kind of moves inside you, and it just feels... I don't know; you just have to try it."

Rachel bit her lip, that was a discouraging sign. Her fingers moved over to the final large one.

"It's that big too, you know, match him. Come on, your going to have to stretch on the small one just to get his finger up you. Would I encourage you if I didn't think laying there with his hands on your body isn't worthwhile? You won't be able to sit down for a week, but you'll love it," Rachel said, moving it.

"They're awfully heavy," Rachel said holding the plug.