Witness Ch. 03

Chapter Three - Do You Have Anything Besides 'Cheap American Hooker' In Your Wardrobe?

"And that's everything," Poppy drained the last of her scotch and put the glass on the coffee table.

Elliot remained silent and she wondered if she had put him to sleep with her story.

She looked up at him and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks.

After telling Elliot her story she was jonesing for a cigarette.

Poppy had not had a cigarette since she arrived at the safe house, Elliot expressly forbade her from smoking indoors which meant her only opportunity to smoke was either before or after her morning run and PT which seemed contradictory.

She looked up at Elliot and reached up to touch his cheek to wipe away his tears.

"What's wrong?" she sat up and looked at him concernedly; she didn't understand his reaction.

"What's wrong?" Elliot was shocked by her story.

"What you have lived through, the way you have been treated, how you have had to make a living... and what did I do? I threw you in the tank to be molested by lowlifes and then I beat you," Elliot was still whimpering.

"I can't believe the sacrifices you made for the sake of your brother," he shook his head in disbelief.

"Look Elliot. I chose the life I live. I could have run away from Margaret and Ray-Ray. It's not like I'm not used to being treated the way you treated me. You can't imagine how many times I've been violated against my will, how many times I've been beaten, how many times I've been treated like I'm worthless. I'm hardened to it. What you said and did to me is nothing," Poppy stood and went to the kitchen to pour herself another scotch.

"Your perception has only changed because you know I'm caring for my brother. Nothing has changed. I am what I am," she took a long pull on her drink.

Elliot leapt off the couch and strode to the kitchen and took the glass out of Poppy's hand. He took her by the shoulder and looked into her eyes.

"What you are is beautiful and I was stupid and prejudiced. I can't forgive myself for the way I've treated you," he said, his voice trembling.

"But I can Elliot. I forgive you," Poppy returned his gaze.

Elliot brushed the hair out of her eyes and lowered his face to hers and kissed her.

She let him but she was passive. He broke the kiss and studied her face. It remained impassive.

"What?" Elliot looked confused.

"I don't want your pity Elliot. I don't want what I told you to skew whatever it is you feel for me. Do you even know what it is that you feel for me?" Poppy tried to pick up her drink and Elliot put his hand on her wrist and stopped her.

"I don't know exactly what I feel for you Poppy. I'm confused. I can set aside how you live because you have to do what you have to survive and to care for Robert, that's not the problem," Elliot sighed.

"I know what the problem and so do you. Say it. Say it's because I'm transgender," Poppy toyed with the glass.

"It's because you're transgender," Elliot breathed.

"There you've said it. Because I'm transgender we have no future, we have no... whatever this is," Poppy felt broken-hearted inside but she was an expert at concealing her emotions.

She put down the glass and walked back into the lounge. Elliot followed her and spun her around to face him.

"No it's not that. You have it all wrong. I have deep affection for you. I want to get to know you better. It sounds stupid but I don't want our situation to change; I want us stay like this... living together. I want to make love to you... I just don't know how," Elliot wrapped his arms around Poppy and kissed her before she could respond.

This time, she wasn't passive. She put her arms around him and glued her body to his and kissed him passionately. She felt him become tumescent against her and she smiled when he gasped into her mouth when she sought his erection with her fingers. She stroked him though his shorts.

"I so want to make love to you; I just don't know how," Elliot repeated himself.

"Then let me show you... if you're sure," she smiled up him and his heart soared.

She looked up at him coyly.

"There are preparations I need to make and I want to make myself beautiful for you. I want you to remember our first time together as something special. Go to your bedroom and wait for me. I guarantee it will be worth the wait," her coy smile changed to a lascivious grin and she squeezed his penis through his shorts and let him go.

Elliot watched Poppy walk away. Even in her flowing dress and flat shoes she exuded femininity and sexuality. She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door and Elliot went to his bedroom, lay on the bed and tried to imagine what was to come.

Poppy did the things a trans woman needs to do prior to having sex and took another shower then put on a robe and went to her bedroom to dress. Elliot caught a glimpse of her as she walked past his open door on the way to her bedroom. He beckoned to her. He was naked, lying on the bed, his erect penis standing proud. Poppy smiled at him and shook her head. She would make him wait; build the anticipation. She closed the door on him.

She sat at her vanity and put on her makeup; not quite street-walker heavy but exotic and erotic: dark eyeliner and mascara to emphasise her emerald green eyes, rouge to highlight her cheekbones and red lipstick. She teased out her blonde hair. Her dark roots were showing and the colourful streaks were fading because she hadn't dyed her hair since she had been in protective custody. She doused herself in perfume and pondered how she would dress.

Elliot heard the doorknob rattle and he turned towards the door in expectation.

Poppy entered the room and Elliot was both shocked and surprised. She was wearing matching black satin and lace panties and bra, a black satin and red lace suspender belt fastened to vintage, long, black, fully-fashioned stockings with backseams, reinforced heels and toes, and gauzy welts. Poppy had deliberately chosen the six-inch black high-heeled sandals to show off the dark toes and Cuban heels of her nylons. She was wearing silver drop earrings, a silver choker necklace with matching bracelets and rings on her fingers. They were knockoffs of course but they glittered in the lamplight. She even wore a silver ankle bracelet.

The package was wrapped in a gauzy black see-through negligee tied loosely at the front. A miasma of exotic perfume preceded her.

"You're beautiful," Elliot gasped as Poppy approached the bed.

Poppy had been with hundreds, possibly thousands of men, but she felt like a young girl about to lose her virginity. The truth was that Poppy had never truly made love to a man. She had been fucked and fondled by her customers and abusers but this was the first time that she was going to bed with a man because she wanted to make love to him, not because she had been paid to, because she wanted to manipulate him or because she was forced to.

Poppy and Elliot were as nervous as each other.

"Scoot over," Poppy shoed him with her hands.

She sat on the edge of the bed, took off her negligee and began to unbuckle her heels which she had worn for effect during her entrance.

"Will you get mad if I ask you to leave them on?" Elliot whispered sheepishly.

She saw his cheeky grin and she couldn't help but smile.

She climbed on the bed and crawled towards him on her hands and knees. She leaned over him and kissed him, deliberately not touching his body, making him wait, teasing him. Their kiss was passionate, her red lipstick transferred to his lips and he tasted it. It tasted exotic, like Poppy. Elliot yearned for her and tried to pull her to him but she resisted.

He pulled harder and she giggled which became a shriek of laughter when he dragged her to him and lifted her on top of him. She clung to his hard body, one leg curled so that his cock was rubbing on her gossamer-sheathed thigh as she kissed him. Her nipples were engorged and she was uncomfortably erect. She had tucked and taped, not wanting to disgust Elliot.

His hands were everywhere, caressing her shoulders, stroking her breasts, tweaking her nipples, pawing her thighs. She was a wonderland of pleasure for Elliot to explore. Poppy kissed his mouth, she bit his lip, nuzzled his neck and nibbled her shoulder; she rubbed her stockings seductively on his tender flesh and was delighted when he moaned.

Elliot suddenly rolled Poppy onto her back and she squealed like a schoolgirl. Elliot fell on her and kissed her, grinding his cock against her belly. He knelt over her and began to explore her body with his mouth. He kissed and nibbled her earlobes and then her neck and shoulders. He worked his way down to her breasts and spent some time there using his hands and mouth on her tender flesh and engorged nipples. Poppy entangled her fingers in his thick glossy hair and writhed beneath him, pleasure radiating from her aching breasts.

When he had Poppy gasping, squirming and moaning like a slattern he moved on. He investigated her flat belly and probed her bellybutton with his tongue. Poppy still had her fingers entwined in his hair and she tried to guide his face back to her breasts but he fought her and continued to move his mouth down to her pubis.

Poppy tugged and ripped at his hair, trying to get him to move away from there, even as his tongue licked the bare flesh above her panties.

"No!" she screamed, yanking madly at his hair.

Elliot looked up at her, his face hovering over the V of her pubis.

"Why?" he smiled up at her.

Her mascara was running and he was not sure if was because of the wicked pleasure he had elicited from her body or because she was sacred and ashamed of what she had hidden inside her panties.

"How do you do that?" he asked her matter-of-factly.

Poppy was caught off guard by the question.

"How do I do what?" she wasn't sure what Elliot was talking about.

"How do you get this delectable V in your panties and tights like that," Elliot stroked the front of her panties softly.

"It doesn't matter Elliot. There's nothing there for you," she whispered, imploring him with her eyes to leave that part of her body alone.

"Oops... too late... your secret is out," Elliot grinned, pulling aside the gusset of her panties.

Poppy covered her face with her hands. She had never felt so ashamed.

Elliot knew that it was best to rip off a band-aid rather than pull it off slowly and that was exactly what he did with the surgical tape holding Poppy's penis along her perineum.

She gasped but not from pain. Poppy was completely shaved down there, freshly shaved, and Elliot was transfixed by what he saw.

Poppy's penis sprung out from between her legs and Elliot let go of her panties so that it was straining against the satin and lace, the glans peeking up above the waistband.

"You don't have to... of god!" Poppy wriggled like a slattern when the tip of Elliot's tongue touched her glans.

"Please Elliot," she tried to force his face away from her body again but he resisted.

He stroked her shaft through the satin panty material and Poppy shuddered and gasped.

"Please!" she implored him and Elliot's mouth began the journey back up her body, stopping briefly at her belly, onto her breasts and finally he kissed her again.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and drove her tongue into his mouth, his penis pressed against hers, rubbing against the silky fabric of her panties.

"I tried to hide it. I didn't want to disgust you," Poppy buried her face in his shoulder.

"You promised me that you would show me how to make love to you. When I make love to a woman I want... I need her to enjoy it as much as I do. Show me how to pleasure you," he whispered in her ear and then nibbled her earlobe and pressed his cock harder against her rampant member.

Poppy nodded and squirreled her hand between their bodies. Elliot realised what she was doing and he eased his belly away from hers so she could take him in her hand. She locked her legs behind him and lifted her buttocks.

"It will work better if you put a pillow under me," she whispered, a little embarrassed.

Elliot reached across and a little impatiently he snatched a pillow and shoved it under the small of Poppy's back.

Poppy slid Elliot's penis inside the gusset of her panties, she was still too embarrassed to take them off. She nestled his glans in her puckered bud which she had heavily lubricated as part of her preparation. She was well aware of the length and girth of Elliot's cock and men were often impatient, especially the first time they had anal sex.

"Are you ready?" she smiled up at him.

"Are you?" he smiled down at her.

Poppy nodded.

Elliot lowered his face to Poppy's and kissed her gently then he kept his eyes on her face so he could see her expression as he slowly pushed himself inside her. When she winced he stopped.

"Don't stop," her voice was husky with lust.

He didn't. He pushed his cock slowly inside Poppy's anus until he was fully inside her, her face a mask of passion and desire.

She moved her legs so that her ankles were on Elliot's shoulders. He turned his face and kissed the little wrinkles in her nylons and licked the ankle-strap of her sandal and Poppy wriggled her buttocks invitingly.

"You little minx," Elliot smiled at her.

She put her hands around his neck and wriggled her buttocks again.

"Make love to me Elliot," her eyes were filled with tears but they were tears of joy.

Elliot put his lips on hers and drove his tongue into her mouth mimicking the movements of his hips as he fucked her, slowly at first. She felt his cock quivering inside her and she knew that he was close. Poppy didn't mind, she was close herself. Her cock was pulsing in her panties and every time that Elliot thrust his cock into her, his hard belly pressed against her penis adding to her excitement.

Elliot's whole body shook and his breathing became uncontrollably ragged as he orgasmed. Poppy felt his cock throb and shudder inside her and the scalding heat of his semen as it filled her anus. She clung to him, grinding her buttocks into him as her own cock exploded, filling her panties and spattering Elliot's belly with her emission.

The lovers clung to each other, kissing and grinding their bodies against each other, eking out every scintilla of pleasure from each other. Poppy raked her nails along his back and her heels grazed his flanks. Elliot bit her lip in his excitement and they tasted the saltiness of her blood which incited them both to an orgasmic high. Poppy was shaking uncontrollably, whimpering like a small animal underneath him whilst Elliot rode her, pounding his cock in and out of her as another climax wracked him.

They lay on the bed exhausted, Elliot trying to keep his full weight off her but Poppy wouldn't let go of him.

"That was wonderful," she whispered shakily, finally able to speak.

"It was amazing," Elliot panted in her ear.

"Are you ok?" Poppy asked.

She was aware of the sticky mess she had made on Elliot's midriff, her slowly deflating penis pressed against him, the redolence of her semen.

"I'm in heaven I think," Elliot smiled down at her.

He tried to roll off her and Poppy held onto him, preventing him.

"Can you hold me, stay inside me and comfort me?" she pleaded with him.

Elliot realised that the men who used Poppy climbed off her as soon as they had finished. She just wanted to feel wanted, needed, cherished and Elliot felt all those things for her.

She lowered her legs and wrapped them around his waist and locked her arms around his muscled torso. Elliot covered her face in kisses and nestled against her body, feeling her adoration, feelings he reciprocated.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, the weight of his body on hers was comforting. At some stage Elliot slid off her and lay beside her, snuggled up, their bodies a tangle of intertwined limbs.

They awoke around noon and made love again, quickly this time, knowing their time in bed was limited, ADA Brett Mendelsohn was due to visit later that afternoon. They showered together, Poppy at first embarrassed at showing Elliot her naked body but he soon put an end to her embarrassment and before they had finished showering Elliot had taken her from behind as she leaned against the glass shower wall. He soaped up her penis and brought her off with his hand while he fucked her.

Any trepidation Poppy had that Elliot was repulsed by her body had been put to rest. She was also amazed by his virility; he was insatiable.

Poppy emerged from her bedroom wearing her streetwalker hotpants, tank-top, L'eggs pantyhose and fuck-me-heels with her hair frizzed out and her makeup heavy.

Elliot had dressed in a suit in anticipation of the ADA's arrival.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Elliot asked.

"You're the detective. How long do you think it will take Brett Mendelsohn to figure out something is going on between us if I suddenly start dressing like a housewife and treating you nice," Poppy straightened Elliot's tie.

"You need to be mean to me while he's here. You can make it up to me later," she leaned in and kissed him and then rubbed her lipstick off his cheek with her thumb.

She skittered away from him when he reached for her.

"Behave!" she gave him a serious look as the ADA pulled up outside in a nondescript white van instead of his usual Crown Vic.

Brett Mendelsohn was all business when he arrived. He struggled, trying to juggle two pelican cases and a tripod as well as his briefcase, he glared at Elliot who took the hint and gave him a hand with the equipment.

"The judge has set a trial date and advised the Napolitano Family lawyers that there will be no more delays. The heat will be turned up by them to find the material witness," Brett looked around the room, setting one of the pelican cases on a table.

"I'm going to swear you in and record your testimony Miss Evesham. It's only a precaution but you can never be too careful," he busied himself setting up the equipment he had brought.

Poppy looked expectantly at Elliot.

"They're recording your evidence just in case the Napolitano Family rub you out," Elliot said, trying to sound pragmatic.

"But we're safe here right?" Poppy looked genuinely concerned.

"Look doll, if they try to take you out here it means they will try to take me out with you. Your ass might not be worth much, except as witness, but I have a family and roots in the community so you can bet your skanky ass that I'll put up a fight," Elliot snapped at her.

"Can you get her dressed in something other than 'cheap American hooker'? I want the jury to believe her testimony," Brett said, fiddling with the camera.

"Well toots, do you have anything besides 'cheap American hooker' in your wardrobe?" Elliot asked, knowing full well that she did.

Poppy flounced off to her bedroom to tone down her makeup and get changed.

"Do you have to make her scared like that?" Elliot growled at Brett Mendelsohn.

"What the fuck do you care? Fuck that whore! The Napolitanos killed the other witnesses. Robert Farragut and the concierge Stanley Britton both took two to the head so I'm not joking when I say they're going to turn up the heat and come looking hard for the tranny cooze," Mendelsohn snapped back.

He set up the Sony u-matic video recorder on the table and Elliot went over to look at the 30 by 24 by 12 inch box with its myriad knobs and dials. It was state of the art and recorded video on ¾ inch magnetic tape. Elliot was fascinated and watched captivated as Brett mounted the camera on the tripod and plugged it into the recording device.

But both Elliot's and Brett's attention was diverted when Poppy entered the room dressed in her navy blue business suit, white cotton blouse, black patent leather heels and sheer flesh-toned L'eggs nylons. Her makeup was toned down and her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail the remainder tucked behind her ears.