Bedazzled Nightclub - Downtown Freezone, Balwyn, Texas

Caprice led the man through the crowded nightclub then upstairs to the VIP area and along the corridor that led to the entertainment suites. Andrea nodded at Caprice curtly as she passed by. Caprice looked up at the LEDs above the doors; seven of the suites were in use. She selected room five, above which the LED glowed green but switched to red when Andrea activated the timer. The john would be charged $300 per hour. The booze in the suite was free as was everything else except for the narcotics. Caprice was wearing the livery that all of Bedazzled’s hostesses wore: black cocktail dress, black hosiery and black high heels.

The man was in his fifties, a little older and fatter than most of the crowd who patronised Bedazzled but he wasn’t here to listen to the DJ or make inane small talk with the affluent young partygoers. A friend had told him about a new, pretty, young transgender girl whom Slocum had added to his stable of hostesses. The man, who used the pseudonym Barry, was an investment banker with a penchant for the finer things in life and exotic women. A few weeks ago at the same establishment Barry had spent a pleasant evening with Jewel, who was a tall, buxom, big-titted, big-assed, big-dicked, caramel-skinned, transsexual but when he heard about the ‘new girl’ he just had to try her.

He was not disappointed when he met Caprice at the bar. She was the antithesis of Jewel. Caprice was sylphlike and waifish with almost alabaster skin, blue eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, tiny-tits but long legs and a pert backside. The tight-fitting all-black ensemble ameliorated her better features. Caprice had only been working in Bedazzled a few days when word got around about her and she found herself a popular attraction. On the advice of Andrea she had changed her hair again. Gone was the streaked wavy do, replaced by an off-the-shoulder jawline bob which was a sleek, precise cut that grazed her jaw, creating a bold, polished sophisticated look but somehow made her look even younger. She had copied Julie Sanderson’s makeup style: toned down but with bold red matte lipstick, which her new hairstyle and black ensemble emphasised to her advantage.

Barry was in no rush and took a Four Roses bourbon on the rocks while Caprice drank vodka neat to take the edge off and steel her nerves. Barry was her fourth ‘client’ of the evening and she was tired and glad that he would be her last. Caprice opened the safe and offered Barry an array of party drugs and he selected a half-gram Ziploc bag of cocaine for which he paid cash. Barry finished his drink and snorted a couple of lines, Caprice declined the offer to imbibe. They got down to business and Caprice helped him undress and hung up his pants, shirt and jacket and gave his genitalia a quick fondle to get things started.

He pulled Caprice into a tight embrace and kissed her whilst his hands went straight to her ass which he squeezed and fondled and Caprice felt his cock begin to engorge and press against her belly. On the streets such intimacy would never have been condoned, it was a quick blowjob or ‘wham-bam-thank you-man’ then off to the next customer. The evening she had spent with Shareen Aziz had educated her as to how to deal with the more sophisticated clientele who frequented Bedazzled.

She returned the kiss and rubbed her body against his, ensuring she pressed her meagre breasts against his chest. Barry’s hand slid under her dress and he fondled her buttocks through the layers of satin and nylon. Caprice kissed him deeply and massaged his penis to full tumescence hoping to move things along, which was quite successful to some extent. Barry pushed down on her shoulders and Caprice dutifully fell to her knees and began to work on his hard cock and dangling scrotum with her lips and tongue. Barry sighed and entangled his fingers in Caprice’s hair to encourage her.

She took him in her mouth and began to slowly suck his phallus, feeling it quiver and tasting the precum leaking from the eye. She alternated between stroking his buttocks and fondling his sac as she sucked his cock with a steady rhythm.

“That’s it Caprice, suck my cock and look up into my eyes while you do it,” Barry pulled on her hair, guiding her mouth up and down his steely appendage.

‘This is going to easy,’ she thought, as she used all of her oral skills to bring Barry to extremis.

Barry looked down at her pretty, angelic face. Her blue eyes sparkled and her red lipsticked lips slid expertly up and down his shaft. Her tongue was tickling his fraenulum and Barry knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. He further entangled his fingers in the pretty tranny’s hair and saw her wince as he tugged on it a little harder. The look of pain on her face combined with her expert fellatrix skills sent him over the top and he pushed his phallus all the way inside her mouth and unleashed a torrent of warm musky sperm.

Caprice gagged on the cock that she was deep-throating but kept looking up into Barry’s face. The tears in her eyes were real, brought about by her gag reflex, but the sorrowful look on her face was an act. She knew that some guys really got off on thinking they were hurting little girls like her with their big manly cocks. The truth was that she had fellated far bigger cocks than Barry’s. She obediently swallowed most of his issue but let some dribble out of her mouth and run down her chin. Seeing their cum on a girl’s face really got some men off and Barry was no exception as the last of his ejaculate spewed into Caprice’s mouth.

“Good girl,” Barry smiled down at her as Caprice cleaned Barry’s genitalia with her tongue.

He helped Caprice to her feet and kissed her deeply which surprised Caprice; she didn’t think he was the kind of man who would like the taste of his own emissions.

“Would you like another drink?” Caprice asked as she dabbed delicately at her face to clean off Barry’s drying semen.

“No, I’m going to do a couple more lines and then I’m going to fuck you. Get me another baggie please hun, then fix your hair and face,” Barry replied.

Caprice sighed but made sure that she showed no outward signs of displeasure. Her job was to ply Barry with drugs and keep him in the room as long as possible. Barry was a heavy coke user and his tolerance was high. He snorted the last of the lines from the half-gram he had initially purchased and Caprice got him his second half-gram and put down on the table. It was good quality product and Barry peeled off three ‘Benjamins’ and handed them to Caprice who put them in the compartment of her clutch purse where she put her drug money. Andrea had warned her about the consequences of getting the count wrong.

She used the ensuite bathroom to fix her makeup and brush her hair and returned to find Barry lying on the bed watching a teen femboy being railed by a big black cock on the huge television screen, stroking his cock, trying to get it hard again. The volume was low but you could see that the girl was grimacing and hear her whimpering because of the pain caused by the size of the big black cock being hammered into her ass.

“I like em’ young. Just like her,” Barry commented and nodded at the screen, then he patted the edge of the bed.

“Should I undress?” Caprice asked.

“Fuck no! I love that little black dress and those heels. Are those pantyhose or stockings?” Barry asked.

Since starting work at Bedazzled, Caprice had found that some of the hostesses preferred to wear Hanes Silk Reflections stockings rather than pantyhose for practical purposes. That wasn’t an option for Caprice who needed the support of her pantyhose to keep her tuck in place.

“Why don’t you find out Barry?” Caprice smiled seductively at him and sauntered over to the bed.

She stood before him and Barry lifted the hem of her dress and ran his hands up her legs, her nylons hissed in the silence of the room. He ran his fingers across the front panel of her satin panties.

“It always amazes me how you girls can hide your cock like that,” Barry chuckled and ran his fingers along her perineum where he found Caprice’s cock semihard, tucked along her taint.

“You like that?” the cocaine had fuelled Barry’s lust and he was close to being fully engorged again.

Caprice leaned down and kissed him and he pulled her on the bed and rolled her on her back. He rubbed his cock on her panties as he kissed her and pawed at her, pulling her dress up over her head. He threw it aside and attacked her meagre breasts with his mouth, sucking on her nipples through the gauzy, transparent cups of her brassiere. He pawed at breasts whilst ferociously kissing her, finally ripping away her brassiere and suckling on her immature teats.

“God, you are so young and tiny and sexy. I can’t wait to fuck your ass,” Barry growled.

He rolled Caprice over so that she was kneeling on the bed and pulled down her panties, exposing her prim buttocks sheathed in the silky Hanes pantyhose. He tugged them down a little and grabbed her cock and began to furiously stroke it. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience for Caprice who never liked it rough but she played along and feigned a moan. She reached for the lubricant which was strategically placed under the pillow in every room along with packages of ultra-thin condoms. She tossed the lubricant and a condom behind her, anticipating what was to come next.

“I don’t need the rubber. I know all of Andrea’s girls are clean,” Barry grunted as he lubed up Caprice’s ass and shoved a finger inside her.

“Fuck you're tight!” he hissed as he improved his erection whilst fingering Caprice’s ass.

Caprice grimaced as Barry worked two fingers inside her, ramming them in and out of her, somehow thinking that she might like that. Caprice thought rightly that Barry had been turned on by watching the femboy porn and was mimicking what he had witnessed on the screen. Thankfully, after a minute or two of fingering her anus, he ripped his fingers from her hole and placed his cock against her sphincter and pushed.

Barry was not particularly well endowed but Caprice screamed when he rammed his cock inside her. Part of it was the result of real pain but mostly it was to fulfill Barry’s fantasy. Barry grabbed Caprice’s hips and began to ravish her anus, grunting with exertion. Caprice jittered her feet rapidly on the bed and squealed, playing along with Barry’s chimaera of subjugation.

“Don’t bitch about it! I know you love having my big, hard cock inside you,” Barry hissed.

“Oh my god it’s so big Barry. I don’t think I can take it,” Caprice mimicked the femboy in the movie.

“I want to see that pretty babyface while I rape your ass,” Barry grunted, pulling his cock from Caprice’s anus with an audible plop.

He rolled her over and jammed a pillow under the small of her back and mounted her. His cock slid inside her and he began to fuck her vigorously, smothering her cries with sloppy passionate kisses. Caprice raked her nails down his back, breaking a French tip in the process and she dug her heels into his flanks and writhed beneath him.

Barry was in heaven having this tiny, pretty, young trans-girl under him, her nylons slithering against his skin, her nails gouging his back, her mouth, sweet and wet, her tiny titties pressed against his hairy chest. He could feel that she was hard against his belly. He guessed that Caprice was roleplaying for him. That was her job. But feeling her hard cock pressing against his fat belly meant that she must be enjoying it.

Caprice had not orgasmed that night; she was saving herself for Bobby but Barry’s cock was hitting all the sweet spots. His glans rubbing on her prostate, his shaft lighting up the sensitive nerves inside her anus and the thick base eliciting delightful ringlets of pleasure from her sphincter.

Barry fucked her harder and drove her into the bed and Caprice held onto him, gasping as she returned his kisses, raising her buttocks off the bed to meet his thrusts, her cock quivering as it rubbed against his fat, hairy belly.

Barry issued a tremendous bellow and pulled Caprice tightly against him as his cock juddered and undulated inside her, his issue flooding her rectum, his tongue flittering in her mouth. Caprice orgasmed with him, her cock spasming as an explosive orgasm originating in her anus, spread to her penis and then along her body. Her scalding jism spattered on Barry’s belly as he continued to ejaculate inside her.

As soon as his orgasm diminished Barry wasted no time dismounting, leaving Caprice trembling and gasping on the bed.

“Fuck that was awesome! I’ll be back for more, that’s for sure,” Barry toddled over to his pants and peeled two hundreds off a roll of banknotes and tossed them on the bed.

She escorted Barry back to the VIP section, handing over the drug money to Andrea who scanned ‘Barry’s’ American Express Centurion Card to pay for Caprice’s company. It would appear as an innocuous transaction on his bank statement. Finished with the formalities, Caprice made her way to the breakroom to clean up.

She’d made five hundred dollars in tips off her four clients that night. Business was booming but she was well aware that she was not here to make her fortune and she wondered when she might be in a position to get the information she needed so that she could disappear into witsec. She hoped that it was soon because even though working in Bedazzled was a lot better that working the streets, it was no easier. In some ways it was more difficult because Caprice had to pretend that she liked having sex with the clients. To be fair, every now and then she did, but most of her clients were men who wanted to ride her long and hard and that was a chore.

Glancing at her watch she hoped that Barry was in fact her last customer of the evening. What Caprice didn’t know was that at that very moment circumstances were afoot that would bring about Caprice’s wish.

The Executive Suite – Four Seasons Hotel, Austin, Texas

Mateo Ortega reclined in a leather armchair while he sipped Don Julio tequila and listened to what Daniel Huntsinger had to say.

“Gentlemen… it looks like we have an agreement. Mateo will bring in girls to work for us and also the agreed quantity of high grade cocaine. The product will cross the border at the Los Indios Free Trade Bridge and will be transported on routes we have established through the Chihuahuan Desert, then along Route 87 south east of San Angelo and then onto our safehouses in Balwyn where it will be cut and sent out to our distributors,” Daniel Huntsinger liked to grandstand.

“My compadres here will handle the distribution,” Daniel waved his hand at four besuited Americans sitting around the table.

“I would just like to interject here. Once the merchandise crosses the border, my organisation’s obligation is completed and I expect payment, regardless of whether the goods arrive at their final destination,” Mateo Ortega said reverentially but his meaning was clear.

“Of course. We have already agreed on the price,” Daniel suppressed his annoyance at being interrupted.

“And the Lebanese? What about your deal with them?” Mateo continued anyway.

“As you know, we declined their offer. With the untimely passing of Shareen Aziz, they are no longer players in our game. As you know Mateo, Mister Aziz’s demise was a show of faith on my behalf, orchestrated by my business partner,” Daniel nodded at Lester Slocum.

“Before you return south I would like to invite everyone here to a celebration at Lester’s salubrious establishment in Balwyn. Bring your top guys and we can party. Balwyn is a quiet city and we have an arrangement with local law enforcement that what occurs in the freezone stays in the freezone. I have connections in the top brass. No one is going to fuck with us there, it’s a safe space,” Daniel continued.

“Before I accept your offer of hospitality I would like to say something. The reason that the big cartels fail and the Hefe’s end up behind bars or in graveyards, is that they take things personally or they just got too competitive and they leave bodies behind when they have disputes. This elicits the focus of law enforcement,” Mateo paused briefly.

“I don’t want this. Also when law enforcement gets involved they almost always find someone who will talk,” Mateo paused to finish his shot of tequila and pour another.

“This arrangement will make us all a lot of money and should not attract attention except that you had your hitmen take out Aziz in one of your own clubs and I’m led to believe you left a witness alive,” Mateo looked pointedly at Lester Slocum.

“I used the best professionals that money can buy. Have you heard of the Blithely twins?” Lester Slocum entered the conversation.

“Sí, they have an impressive reputation,” Mateo nodded his head in agreement.

“And the girl? The witness?” Mateo shrugged his shoulders.

“A mistake. Everyone thought she was dead but by the time we found out that she was still alive she was in hospital and under police protection. The police offered her inducements to talk of course but she turned them down and you're right I should have taken her out anyway but she’s pretty smart. She has an insurance policy… which by the way I think is bullshit, but I like her mettle so I called off the hit and now she works for me,” Lester explained.

“She’s got balls,” Mateo said and everybody laughed except Mateo and his sicarios, who did not get the joke.

“She has literally got balls,” Lester explained.

“She’s travestido. She’s fucking pretty though and she’s making me a lot of money,” Lester chuckled.

“I would like to meet these Blithely’s and this travestido when I come to your club in Balwyn. After the celebration we get to work,” Mateo Ortega waved his hands dismissively at the other parties and Lester Slocum, Daniel Huntsinger and the four besuited businessmen left the room and went down to the bar to have a few more drinks before their motorcade of limousines left for Balwyn.

Bedazzled Nightclub - Downtown Freezone, Balwyn, Texas

Caprice stood in front of her locker counting her tips and chatting to Jewel who had just arrived at the club. She and Jewel got on well together and both being trans they had a sort of alliance. The other girls could be bitchy with each other, competing for high rollers but Caprice and Jewel serviced a select clientele so they were not considered as competition by the cis gender girls. Jewel and Caprice worked opposing shifts so they didn’t compete for clientele. Jewel being a mature, buxom, mixed race girl who was willing to top, served guys with different tastes to those who preferred the tiny, alabaster-skinned, elfin bottom that was Caprice. A number of other girls were in the breakroom too as it was the midnight shift change.

Andrea Foster entered the breakroom and made an announcement.

“Listen up girls, this Saturday it’s all hands on deck. Lester is hosting a private party and he wants all of his girls here to host. Be here at six and don’t expect to leave before much before sunup. You’ll be paid double for your time so don’t hassle the clients for tips,” Andrea glared at Tiffany, a pretty little thing who despite being twenty-one could pass for fifteen and was notorious for hassling her clients for gratuities.

“No uniforms, it’s formal evening wear and make sure you look your best. Ok let’s get the shift changed and you girls just coming on get out there and hustle. I’ll tell the girls still in the workrooms and those on their days off that their services are required,” Andrea clapped her hands together, indicating for the girls to hustle.

Caprice’s Apartment - Downtown Freezone

Caprice found Bobby Keen and Julie Sanderson waiting for her at her apartment and she could tell that Julie was excited. Bobby had made a habit of dropping around after Caprice’s shift and they usually made love, unless Caprice had a particularly difficult shift and wasn’t in the mood. Their relationship was still a work in progress and neither of them had yet used the ‘L-word’ but it was more than just sex.

“Let me guess. Something big is happening Saturday night because Andrea has told all the girls that they are required for a private party,” Caprice kicked off her heels and dropped her handbag on the breakfast bar.

Caprice poured a drink, a small one, and lit a cigarette and took a seat next to Bobby at the tiny kitchen table where Julie had set up her laptop.

“These were taken in the Four Seasons hotel in Austin. We’ve had a loose tail on Ortega since his private jet arrived but we can’t and don’t want to get too close just yet,” Julie brought up a series of surveillance pictures of Mateo Ortega, usually in company with two or three of his sicarios taken in the lobby of the hotel.

“He was joined by Daniel Huntsinger and Lester Slocum and four other guys who we know are linked to drug distribution and people trafficking,” Julie brought up more surveillance footage.

“The people they traffic are exploited as cheap labour but unfortunately most of the women and girls end up becoming prostitutes,” Julie fiddled with the laptop.

“These guys have a number of safehouses that they use to distribute the drugs and where they keep the girls, who are moved around the country from brothel to brothel,” Julie flicked through the slideshow.

“The girls… are they willing or are they forced?” Caprice asked.

“It’s mixture of both. Some are poor girls looking to make real money the only way they know how to do so, which is by prostitution. Others are girls who have been scammed, believing they were coming to the US to do domestic work as housemaids or nannies,” Julie explained.

“The girls are virtual prisoners and only get a small percentage of the money they make. The traffickers hold onto their passports and keep the girls captive until they have ‘paid off their debts’ which includes not only the money they owe the traffickers for bringing them into the country, but also the costs associated with housing them, feeding them and providing medical assistance. Each girl is a commodity,” Julie sighed.

“Jeeze, I thought I had it bad. Now I really want to help you guys nail these fuckers,” Caprice said angrily.

“That’s great Caprice because the FBI is building a conspiracy case but so far we haven’t been able to get pictures of these guys all together in the same room. Also, anything they say to each other about their crimes will help if you can record it,” Julie sounded excited.

“How did you find out about the party at Bedazzled on Saturday night?” Bobby asked Julie.

Julie looked at Bobby and then looked at Caprice and took a deep breath.

“Caprice is not our only CI. I have another CI working for me but they aren’t in as deep as Caprice is,” Julie admitted.

“And we are finding this out now!” Bobby was visibly angry.

“Bobby you know that the upper echelons of Balwyn PD are corrupt. The freezone is tolerated because it serves a purpose but certain members of Balwyn PD have been taking bribes and kickbacks from organised crime for years,” Julie retaliated.

“For fuck sake, your former Chief of Detectives now works for the Russian mafia!” Julie hissed.

“Penelope Bishop* was a damn fine detective and solved some major crimes and you of all people should not be putting her down!” Bobby hissed right back.

“Who the fuck is Penelope Bishop and what has she got to do with this?” Caprice was over the back and forth arguing between the two cops.

“Just because she was a trans woman cop doesn’t mean she’s an idol of mine. It’s not like all trans women in law enforcement are bosom buddies or something. We don’t have our own Facebook group or meet up every now and then to braid each other’s hair!” now Julie was yelling.

Caprice lit another cigarette and sat back in her chair arms folded, scowling.

“Ok, ok, ok, we are getting off track here,” Julie tried her best to cool things down.

“Our understanding is that Lester Slocum and Daniel Huntsinger are throwing the party to celebrate their alliance with the Ortega cartel and to show off to their business associates. Get as many pictures as you can with your phone and use the recording feature to listen into as many conversations as you can,” Julie had cooled down but her excitement was still evident.

“But be careful doing it. We don’t want you to get caught,” Bobby added and Julie nodded.

“I have something for you,” Julie took a Swarovski Crystal embellished clutch purse out of her briefcase.

“Give me your phone,” she put out her hand and Caprice handed over her phone.

“Pay attention. See, the phone sits here in this pouch. You put it like so, so the camera faces outwards. You can’t see the lens amongst the stones and the microphone will pick up anything within earshot. It’s a lot safer the walking around the club with your phone in your hand,” Julie explained.

“If security checks your purse it will look legit. See the pouch is designed to take your phone just like a lot of purses these days. It even had a little phone logo on the pocket, see?” Julie showed Caprice how the Samsung fit perfectly in the pouch.

“If I get what you need at this party can I get out? Can I get into witsec?” Caprice asked.

“If you get us what we need to make our case, sure. We will never get another opportunity like this. Now let’s go over the details,” Julie said and they spoke about it long into the early hours.

After Julie left Bobby stuck around.

“Do you mind if we don’t fuck tonight honey, I’m bushed,” Caprice slipped out of her tight fitting dress but she was just too tired to worry about removing her makeup or taking off her underwear and nylons before she slid under the covers.

Bobby killed the lights and shucked out of his suit and slid in bed beside her naked and they spooned.

“It’s nice to just cuddle, right?” Caprice whispered, sleep closing in around her.

She woke up late, a thin sliver of light sneaking through a hole in the window blind. She could feel Bobby’s body pressed tight against her, his hard cock pressing into her ass crack, his arms enveloped her. She could feel his breath on her neck, his slow regular heartbeat, the warmth of his body. He was still asleep and it felt nice being held like that. Being in bed with her man just like a normal couple might wake up in the morning and she felt a pang of jealousy for those women who lived regular, vanilla lives. She fantasised about what her life might be like in witsec. Would she meet some regular schmoe who worked a boring regular job who knew nothing of her past? She knew it was a fantasy but she played along with it and daydreamed until she felt Bobby stir.

He kissed her neck and squeezed her tight.

“Morning babe,” he whispered.

Bobby had never stayed the night before and it was nice waking up in bed together. To be honest, except in the early days when Darnell DeAngelo was grooming her, before he turned her out, she had never slept overnight with a man.

Bobby’s hand found her breasts and slid inside the bra cup and his finger circled her areola while he nuzzled her neck. He wasn’t insistent and she found it comforting. Even his cock pressing into the crease between her buttocks, pushing her panties and pantyhose against her taint felt heartening rather than persistent. They were happy to just lie like that.

“You never stayed the night before,” Caprice murmured.

“I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Tomorrow is going to be dangerous but if we pull it off you’ll be free of this life,” Bobby answered.

“And what happens to us then?” Caprice didn’t really want to ask the question but it slipped out.

“We will have to wait and see,” Bobby’s reply was ambiguous and Caprice understood why.

She knew better than to ask questions to which she would not like the answer and she just wanted the fantasy to continue.

Caprice snaked a hand behind her under the coverlet and found Bobby’s hard cock where it nestled between her buttocks and lightly slid her fingertips along it, her long fingernails gently raking the turgid flesh.

“You keep that up and I might take advantage of you,” Bobby nuzzled Caprice’s earlobe and her own cock began to stiffen.

“It’s not taking advantage if I want it,” Caprice wrapped her hand around Bobby’s turgid member and squeezed it.

“You better stop that. I really need to get up and piss,” Bobby reached around and rubbed Caprice’s burgeoning erection, her satin panties rubbing against her pantyhose igniting little freshets of delight in her crotch.

Caprice took her hand off Bobby’s cock but didn’t stray. She used a long fingernail to open a little hole in her pantyhose and slid Bobby’s cock inside the gusset of her panties and through the little hole in her pantyhose and guided his glans to her sphincter.

“Go slow,” she murmured and pressed her ass into his groin.

Bobby slowly impaled Caprice on his cock, languidly easing it inside her, millimetre by millimetre, stroking her cock though her undergarments, until her buttocks pressed against his pubis. Caprice gasped when he was fully inside her. His cock had stretched her tight tunnel, lubricated only be the remains of the previous evening’s sexual encounter with her last john but she didn’t want to think about that.

She purred like a kitten and put one of Bobby’s hands on her breasts and wriggled her buttocks invitingly. Bobby was enraptured by the feeling of Caprice’s satin-shrouded buttocks pressing against his lower belly and her gossamer-clad legs scissoring gently against his. He didn’t move and neither did she. They lay locked together spooning, with Bobby’s penis inside her anal sheath, one of his hands cupping her tiny breast, the other gripping her cock.

It was almost like a standoff as to who would move first. After a while Caprice performed an anal Kegel, undulating her puborectalis muscle, gripping and releasing Bobby’s cock.

“Wow! Do that again,” Bobby uttered.

She did.

Bobby’s cock felt like it was in a snug moist burrow, being cosseted by a satin glove. He moved just slightly, easing his cock back and forth almost imperceptibly but it ignited his ardour. Caprice felt him do it and she Kegelled again and shimmied her ass, encouraging him. Bobby squeezed her cock and began to slowly fuck her, his fingers palpating her nipple and caressing her cock. Caprice pushed her buttocks back into him, encouraging him, a smile on her face, her pleasure centres radiating a warm, satisfying glow.

She turned her head a little so that Bobby could kiss the side of her mouth and Bobby obliged and kissed her gently as he ever so slowly began to fuck her, his cock sliding nearly all the way out of her and then languidly sliding all the way back inside her. Each time he thrust, Caprice wriggled her bottom and scissored her legs so that her satin panties and diaphanous nylons cosseted his sensitive flesh, her anus contracting around his invading member.

Caprice felt her sphincter dilate and contract as Bobby’s cock glissaded in and out of her. When he was fully inside her, his glans pressed adoringly against her prostate, a slow resonant glow diffused through her anus and linked with the sparklets of ardour that coursed through her painfully-hard cock as Bobby stroked and fondled it. The front of her panties were saturated with pre-ejaculate. A persistent lowing hum resonated from her mouth as her passion intensified.

Tempting as it was, Bobby denied himself the pleasure of fucking Caprice hard and fast. There was something wonderfully romantic about just having his cock inside her, barely moving, while Caprice’s anus undulated, gripping and releasing his turgid phallus. The feel of her tiny tit, the slinky softness of her satin panties and gossamer pantyhose, the roundness of her ass, the sweet tenderness of her lips, even though kissing her with her back to him was awkward.

He held on as long as he could until Caprice muttered little nonsensical utterances and began to shake and shudder. Her cock throbbed in his hand and suddenly the front of her panties were saturated with warm, musky milt. When he felt Caprice orgasm he released himself deep inside her and Caprice felt his cock disgorging his essences and her climax peaked.

They lay like that spooning for a while with Bobby’s cock still inside her tight sheath until the urge to urinate overcame him and Bobby had to leave the bed to pee. He came out of the bathroom wearing a cotton bathrobe that he had found hanging on the back of the door and he was disappointed to find that Caprice had gotten out of bed and removed her pantyhose and panties and was wearing her silk robe. She shimmied past him and closed the bathroom door behind her.

There was something like unspoken sorrow between them because their lovemaking had been so tender but neither of them could imagine a future where they would be together.

Caprice’s phone buzzed with an incoming call and Caprice opened the bathroom door and stuck her hand out and Bobby slapped the phone in her hand and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Caprice came out of the bathroom sometime later wearing the silk robe and went straight to the bedroom where she put on fresh underwear and then joined Bobby in the kitchen where he was drinking coffee and reading the Austin American-Statesman on his phone.

“You better skedaddle,” Caprice said as she poured herself a cup.

“Julie Sanderson is coming by to take me shopping,” Caprice answered before Bobby could ask the question.

“I’m pretty sure that Julie knows that we are fuckin’,” Bobby looked up from his phone.

“Yeah, but staying the night? Isn’t that a bit sorta… relationship-ish. That’s what we have Bobby isn’t it? A relationship?” Caprice sidled up to him.

“I don’t know what to call it, but whatever it is, it works,” Bobby refused to be drawn into this conversation again.

“Well, it works for now. If you hurry you can take a quick shower before you leave. Julie will be here in thirty minutes,” Caprice sat at the breakfast bar sipping coffee.

“So… are you two buddies now? Shopping? You really believe that’s why she wants to see you?” Bobby dressed and began to gather his things.

“What? I can’t have friends?” Caprice said evenly.

“Julie isn’t your friend. She’s an FBI agent who is using you as a CI to make a case,” Bobby slipped on his jacket and reached for his phone.

“And you are?” Caprice left the question hanging and Bobby kissed her cheek and left feeling guilty, jealous, and he had to admit, a little ashamed.

He’d given more than a little thought as to what would happen between them when Caprice went into witsec. Bobby had a good life and good job with the Balwyn PD. He had siblings, he had parents, he had friends. What was he going to tell them… that he was in a relationship with a transsexual prostitute and was going to make a life with her? Maybe Caprice going into witsec was the perfect excuse to end their relationship.

Julie arrived thirty minutes later wearing black leggings, a figure-hugging white sweater, white sneakers and her signature red lipstick. With her shoulder-length blunt-cut bob she looked like a soccer mom.

“First time I haven’t seen you in skirtsuit,” Caprice nodded as she snatched up her handbag.

“A suit is de rigueur for FBI agents except when we are undercover or off duty,” Julie gave Caprice a cheeky smile.

Julie had parked her car out front and they drove to the Balwyn Galleria, parking in the underground parking ramp on the floor where most of the fashion stores were located. Caprice explained during the drive that she would have gone to Philipe Munsinger’s Philipe Fashion to get her dress but it might be hard to explain to Philipe who her new friend was. Julie had replied that she was happy to drop Caprice off at Philipe’s and cancel their shopping date but Caprice had a few questions she wanted to ask Julie so they went to the galleria instead.

It turned out that Julie had good fashion sense and helped Caprice pick out a low-cut, strapless, red satin evening gown that was split up one side and had an inbuilt bralette. Being petite Caprice was not that easy to shop for when it came to eveningwear but Julie had a keen eye and spotted the dress in the window of one of the higher-end ladies fashion shops. That said, they were in a galleria and the cost of the dress didn’t break the bank and they found matching pumps in a shoe store nearby. Caprice picked up a couple of pairs of fleshtone, glossy sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and a pair of red satin bikini panties and their shopping was done.

They took a seat in a booth at Shenanigans, an Irish pub and restaurant, and ordered a pitcher of bloody Marys.

“You're married to a cop right?” Caprice asked.

“Tommy Lomax. He’s a detective with the Camden PD in New Jersey. I kept my maiden name when we married,” Julie answered and guessed where this was going.

“He was a misogynist, transphobic asshole when I first met him but now he’s a pussycat. At least with me he’s pussycat, he’s still an asshole with everybody else,” Julie laughed and Caprice was surprised that she liked seeing this sombre, businesslike woman actually show some emotion.

“Sort of like Bobby Keen,” Caprice offered.

They paused while the waitress put their drinks on the table and took their lunch order. Salads for both of them.

“As I said before, I’ve only known Bobby for as long as you have. He worked with Tommy once and Tommy described Bobby as a drunk and a lecher, but like I said, my husband can be kind of an asshole… a jealous asshole,” Julie smiled wanly.

“But how does it work, you being transgender and all the baggage that comes with that?” Caprice asked.

“Well Tommy and I love each other. My parents and family are very supportive of me and always have been. Tommy has no family to speak of, sort of like you. Our friends either accept me for what I am or they can go fuck themselves. I don’t go around waving a trans pride flag but I don’t hide who I am either. You would be surprised how many people are accepting,” Julie took a sip of her bloody Mary.

“And did you ever consider getting bottom surgery?” Caprice knew that she was stretching their fragile friendship by asking such a personal question.

“Look it’s a decision that each individual has to answer for themselves. Somewhere between twenty to thirty percent of trans women get bottom surgery but there are a lot of factors involved that need careful consideration,” Julie paused to sip her drink.

“For me, I’m happy to keep my genitalia as is. To be blunt, I like having a cock it gives me great pleasure and I like anal sex. Tommy likes me as I am. I asked him about it of course and Tommy being Tommy said he’s more than happy with the one hole I have and he’d kinda miss being able to hang onto my joystick when we fucked,” Julie laughed and Caprice giggled.

“Besides, why risk a robust healthy sex life for the sake of aesthetics. All the bullshit that goes along with vaginoplasty is far worse than having to douche every time you wanna fuck and there is no guarantee that my sex life will improve and highly likely it wont,” Julie explained.

“But that’s for me. You are just beginning your journey. Wait for the hormones to do their thing. Wait until after you have had your breast augmentation surgery and for your emotions to settle. Also, going into witsec is going to create a huge upheaval in your life,” Julie took Caprice’s hand in hers and softly squeezed it.

“I keep dreaming that Bobby will follow me into witsec but I know that it’s silly. If I’m honest I think he’s using me as an easy lay and just experimenting with something different,” Caprice admitted.

“Well you will know soon enough. I want you to clear your mind of these things and keep your head in the game. There are going to be some extremely dangerous people at that party tonight and what you are about to do is extremely hazardous. I only ever went undercover once and I nearly got killed. Tommy saved my life but it was close,” Julie let go of Caprice’s hand.

Their food arrived and Julie changed the subject to more favourable things as they ate. When it was time to leave Julie spoke up.

“Bobby doesn’t know it yet but neither of us will be coming around your place before you leave for Bedazzled tonight; it’s too dangerous to risk the operation now by an inadvertent sighting of us in your company. We’ll be close. Very close. Make sure your phone is charged and reacquaint yourself with the features,” Julie turned the conversation back to tonight’s business.

“Remember, if you are in danger hold the on/off button for more than five seconds and it will send an SOS to mine and Bobby’s phones. But don’t panic. If you activate it before you have the evidence your cover will be blown and the whole witsec deal is in jeopardy,” Julie said staidly.

Caprice gave Julie a wry smile. Julie was not really a friend after all. She was a cop and Caprice was her CI. But that was ok. She had enjoyed the day and now she needed to go home and get her head in the game. Whatever happened tonight could change the rest of her life… one way or the other.

Bedazzled Nightclub - Downtown Freezone, Balwyn, Texas – Saturday Evening

Caprice arrived at Bedazzled at six. She’d rested during the afternoon as best she could but she knew that whatever happened tonight would change her future. She eyed the bottle of bourbon but left it on the shelf. The bloody Marys she’s drunk with Julie at lunch were roiling in her stomach and anyway she needed a clear head. Instead she glued some red rhinestones onto the clutch to make it look pretty and to match it with her dress then she pried off her French tips and carefully glued on long fingernails she had pre-painted with red nailpolish.

She reacquainted herself with the phone and then got ready for the evening ahead. When it was time she ordered an Uber. Her apartment was at the other end of the freezone from Bedazzled and there was no way she was walking there in her evening gown.

Andrea Foster inspected the girls and reissued her warning.

“Tonight is very a very important night for Lester and for Daniel. Everything is on the house but you girls take it easy. By all means party with the clients but don’t get too drunk or too stoned and no hustling… especially you Tiffany,” Andrea glared at Tiffany who looked like a fifteen-year-old pixie and would undoubtedly be a favourite tonight.

Andrea issued further instructions. The security staff would be on the door and patrolling the exterior but in the VIP area, besides the guests, it would be only the girls. They would be working the bar, waitressing and of course they would be entertaining the men. The girls would rotate through the bar and waitress positions so that all the duties were shared and Andrea would be prowling around to make sure that everything worked smoothly.

Lester and Daniel were already in Lester’s office and they came out and gave the girls the onceover and reminded them to be on their best behaviour and to make sure that their guests were well looked after. Only the VIP area would be open tonight, the rest of the club was closed. The idea was to make the party as intimate as possible.

Daniel Huntsinger’s four business associates arrived first along with four of their flunkies, all dressed in suits. The flunkies made a beeline for the bar and were immediately joined by four girls to keep them company. Daniel and Lester and the four associates, kingpins in the US drug distribution and people trafficking business, huddled together to talk business and Caprice took as many pictures of them as she could with her phone.

“Don’t just stand there, get over there and start looking after our guests,” Andrea chided Caprice and Charlotte who were on waitress duty.

Caprice made her way over to the group of men with Charlotte to take their drink orders. One of the men pulled Caprice to him and groped her ass and another did the same to Charlotte.

“Business first please gentlemen; then pleasure,” Daniel growled and the girls were released.

“Drinks gentlemen?” Charlotte asked putting her clutch down on the table.

Caprice had already activated the sound and video recording features on her phone and she put it down beside Charlotte’s so that the two women could take the men’s drink orders. When she and Charlotte returned with trays of drinks they were shooed away as soon as they put the drinks on the table. Caprice pretended that she had forgotten about her clutch and left it on the table, hopefully recording something useful.

Mateo Ortega and five of his associates arrived soon after and Mateo joined the men talking together at the table while his associates dispersed themselves around the VIP area, grabbing drinks and girls. Two of the sicarios took the women they had chosen straight to the workrooms. The entertainment suites would be very busy tonight.

Mateo, Lester and Daniel talked business for a while Then Mateo switched the subject.

“These Blithely twins? Are they coming tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, they will be here a little later,” Lester answered.

“For now why don’t you enjoy the hospitality,” Lester grinned and waved his hands in the general direction of the girls working the floor.

“Also you said the travestido who survived the hit on Aziz will be here,” Mateo looked around the room.

“That little girl over there in the low-cut red dress with the long legs,” Lester nodded in Caprice’s direction.

“Hey, she left her purse on the table,” one of the besuited businessmen said and went to pick it up but Mateo snatched it up before he could.

“Now I have a… what’s the word? Meet-cute? A conversation starter,” Mateo grinned.

“You don’t need a conversation starter Mateo. You can have any girl in here you want,” Lester boasted and Mateo gave him a sneer.

“You treat a girl like a puta she behaves like a puta. You treat her like a lady and she behaves like one. I want to meet this little girl who has the balls to stand up to the great Lester Slocum,” Mateo gave Lester a contemptuous smirk and stood up.

Caprice did the rounds of the club, delivering drinks, removing empty glasses and keeping a watchful eye on her clutch, her heart pounding. The men at the table had obviously finished talking business and they all got up and began to mingle with the girls.

One of Mateo’s sicarios made a beeline for Caprice but Mateo intercepted his underling and directed him elsewhere and he approached Caprice and towered over her. He was tall and handsome with long black hair, dark eyes and chiselled facial features characterized by a square face shape, strong jawline, and a youthful appearance. He was dressed in an expensive black suit and wearing a musky cologne and he exuded confidence.

He was holding Caprice’s clutch.

“You are the travestido who survived the assassination of Shareen Aziz?” Mateo’s smile was beautiful but underneath there was menace.

“Yes, I was hit in the arm,” Caprice turned her upper arm towards Mateo and showed him the angry red scar.

“It hurts to be shot yes? Even when it is a flesh wound,” it wasn’t really a question so Caprice didn’t attempt an answer.

“Lester told me that you stood up to the policía and the federales, even though you saw who shot you and they offered you incentives,” Mateo’s eyes bored into hers.

“They held me incommunicado for two days but I told them jack shit. I come from the streets and the number one rule is you do not rat,” Caprice held his gaze.

“Sí, rattas must be exterminated but Mister Slocum promoted you so he must trust you. I too came from the streets but I worked my way to the top. Where are you going Caprice? Are you going to the top?” Mateo reached into his jacket and took out a package of cigarettes.

“I wouldn’t mind Andrea’s job one day. Get to wear nice clothes, get paid well, work decent hours and not have to fuck men I don’t like,” Caprice answered as casually as she could, even though her heart was racing.

“Men like me?” Mateo gave her a beaming smile and patted his pockets looking for his lighter.

“No. Not you. You are a handsome powerful man. I’m sure that you can have any girl you want,” Caprice poured on the charm but she could see that Mateo was having none of it.

“You left your pretty little purse on the table,” Mateo gave her a sinister grin then upended Caprice’s purse on the bar.

Out fell her essentials which had changed a little since she started working at Bedazzled. Her Samsung S25, a soft pack of Marlboro menthol lights, a lighter, a pack of Extra chewing gum, the keys to her apartment, the workrooms and her locker, a compact, a tube of lipstick, a small atomiser of Dior Poison perfume and a money clip with one hundred dollars in twenties fell onto the bar.

Mateo picked up the phone and inspected it. It was in a bejewelled hardcase, just like any girl Caprice’s age might carry and it looked just like any other Samsung S25.

“Fancy phone,” Mateo put the phone down on the bar and Caprice thought her heart was going to come out of her mouth.

She made a concentrated effort not to look scared or show any outward appearance of fear.

“When I worked the streets, out of necessity, I carried a cheap burner. I’m not that girl anymore. I like nice things and I can afford them,” Caprice smiled up at Mateo but made no attempt to pick up her phone even though she knew that if she did and pressed the on/off button for more than five seconds the cavalry would arrive.

She thought that Mateo was going to pick up her phone again when he reached out but instead he picked up her lighter and lit his cigarette. Then he took a cigarette out of Caprice’s package and lit that and put it to her lips.

“Is there somewhere comfortable where we can go? I want to get more acquainted with you,” Mateo put out a hand and stroked Caprice’s cheek.

“Would you like to go to an entertainment suite?” Caprice asked, inwardly thankful that Mateo had stopped questioning her about the phone.

“Very much so,” his hand drifted down her neck and brushed her breast and then came to rest on her hip.

“Let’s go,” Caprice stuffed her essentials back in her clutch, making sure that the phone went into its pouch the right way, with the lens pointing outward.

Caprice led Mateo into one of the suites.

“Don’t bother offering me any drugs, I don’t use them but I will take a tequila neat,” Mateo said, taking off his jacket.

Caprice put her clutch down on the nightstand because she figured that most of their conversation would be conducted on the bed. She went over to the wet bar and poured a tequila for Mateo and Vodka for herself and came back to the bed where Mateo was sitting naked, smiling at her. He took the drink, appraising her, looking her over from head to toe.

“There is a misconception that Latin men, because of our culture of machismo, will not have sex with anyone who is not genetically female. That’s not true, at least not for me. If I find a person attractive I want to fuck them,” Mateo continued to study her.

“I want you to suck my cock and then I want to fuck you Caprice. Am I being too vulgar?” he smiled at Caprice and finished his tequila.

“Not at all. I prefer it when men get to the point and when they take me into the entertainment suite there is really no need to be obtuse,” Caprice returned his smile.

Mateo held out his hand and Caprice swallowed her drink took it.

“Come here,” Mateo held out his hands and Caprice approached the bed and stood before him.

He put his hands on her shoulders and stroked her pale soft flesh above the strapless gown. Caprice gave him her most beatific smile and Mateo smiled back at her and then he slowly ran his hands down the side of her body starting with her arms, then down to her waist and finally down her thighs. The satin sheath dress whispered against her shimmery pantyhose and Mateo slipped his hand inside the slit and gently stroked her leg.

He began at her knee and slowly worked his way up her thigh, delighting in the texture of her gossamer hose against his fingertips. He paused when he reached the top of her thigh and looked her in the eyes as his fingers drifted across the front panel of her satin panties. He marvelled at the perfect Vee he found there and then he slid his hand between her legs and found out why this pretty young trans woman had no bulge in her panties. Her cock lay trapped along her perineum, held there by the tight gusset of her pantyhose and her form-fitting panties.

Mateo brushed the back of his hand across her imprisoned cock but made no attempt to fondle it. He remained silent, his eyes locked on hers as his hands began the return journey, down her legs, sliding out of her dress, then up the side of her body until they once again rested on her bare shoulders.

Caprice’s eyes were half closed and her breathing was shallow. There was something intensely erotic in the way Mateo explored her body. She could feel her cock thickening, yearning to be freed from its silken trap between her legs. Her nipples had hardened and Mateo was aware of the effect that he was having on Caprice. His cock was hard between his legs but he forced himself to take his time deflowering this pretty young ingénue.

His fingers drifted slowly down her torso, stopping when they found the bodice of her dress. He reached around her and found the zipper, toying with the tab on the slider briefly before he gradually unzipped the bodice and opened the gown. He noticed that the inbuilt bralette had cleverly given Caprice some heft to her breasts that she didn’t really have. Her tits were tiny but well-formed, like budding roses yet to fully-flower. The flesh was delicate and unblemished, alabaster white, which accentuated the coral pink coronas of her areolas, her tiny nipples were erect, the tissue only slight darker than the pigmented circle of flesh surrounding them.

He pressed his thumbs into them and Caprice issued a little breathless mew which turned into a low moan as Mateo gently pinched them and then began to fondle the sweet little protuberances. He leaned forward to suckle them, alternating between each breast, using his lips and his tongue to excite them and further engorge them and then softly nipping them with his teeth.

Caprice entwined her fingers in his long black hair and guided his face from breast to breast, her breathing becoming laboured, her cock straining to get out of its prison between her legs. Mateo gently pulled the bodice of the gown down Caprice’s torso, yanking it over her hips and then he let it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Caprice kicked it away and stood before Mateo dressed only in her pantyhose, panties and high heels.

Mateo’s eyes glowered as he took in the half-naked pixie that stood before him. He pulled her closer and slid a hand between her legs and stroked her cock through the layers of nylon and satin. He could feel the little wet patch on the fabric where her cock was leaking pre-ejaculate.

He slipped his other hand inside the waistband of her pantyhose and his fingers found her turgid penis nestled between her thighs and he freed it, allowing the appendage to spring free. He felt her empty scrotum suddenly pooch as her testes descended, filling her crotal sac and Caprice issued an audible sigh of relief. Her removed his hand from inside her undergarments and traced the outline of her cock through her bulging panties with a fingertip and smiled when Caprice gasped.

He pulled her onto the bed but not viciously. He was gentle with her, kissing her softly and stroking her cheek. Caprice saw the scars on his sinewy body and remembered what he said about it hurting to be shot. Some of the scars were obviously bullet wounds and others looked like knife wounds. She traced a long pink scar along his upper thigh with her fingertip and then continued until she took his long, slightly bent phallus in her hand and began to gently stroke it. It was her turn to reciprocate the foreplay.

She lay beside him, kissing him softly as her fingers slid up and down his engorged manhood. She slipped the tip of her tongue in his mouth and shimmied a gossamer-clad leg along his hairy thigh and felt him shudder. She kissed him again, long and languidly and then her mouth began a voyage down his body. She lapped at his clavicle but didn’t linger, she nipped his nipples and then tickled them with her tongue. She traced a scar on his chest with the tip of her tongue and continued her journey downward, investigating another ragged scar on his flat belly and exploring his belly button. All the time she was gently stroking his ever-thickening erection until if was fully engorged and throbbing in her hand.

She knelt over him and lapped at his scrotum, pressing her legs against his so that her silken-shrouded limbs added to the sensations she was evoking with her mouth. She took his scrotum into her mouth and softly swathed the delicate flesh with her tongue and it was Mateo’s turn to utter a mew. He stroked her cheek and Caprice sensed his urgency and she spat out his scrotal sac and her mouth went to his engorged phallus.

She lapped at the straining appendage, tracing the underside with the tip of her tongue, tickling his fraenulum, lapping at his glans before finally taking the engorged organ in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down the shaft while her tongue concentrated on his glans, lapping the sweet nectar of his precum. Mateo watched the pretty young girl attend to his penis with her mouth, smiling as he saw the concentrated look on her face as she fellated him, her red lipsticked lips sliding up and down his appendage.

He noticed that her nipples were engorged as was her penis, straining her satin panties, a wet circlet of precum stained the fabric where it stretched across her glans. She may be performing a service she considered her duty but there was no doubt that she was enjoying the experience. He let Caprice expertly fellate him, twice bringing him to the edge of extremis than backing off her ministrations so as not to trigger his climax but now it was time to fuck her.

Flexing his sinewed muscles, in one swift movement, he lifted Caprice off his body and rolled her over onto her back and mounted her. She instinctively opened her legs, her hand scrambling for the lubricant which she knew had been placed under the pillow and she unscrewed the tube and squeezed a dollop of the viscous emollient onto her fingers. Mateo lifted her legs, exposing her panty-clad buttocks. He eased aside the gusset of her panties and tore a hole in her pantyhose adjacent to her sphincter and Caprice lubricated her puckered bud and then she glazed Mateo’s turgid shaft with the remainder of the unguent.

She locked her legs around his torso as Mateo guided his engorged cock to her puckered bud. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her passionately as he slid his manhood all the way inside her. Caprice gasped as felt Mateo’s hard-fleshed organ fill her void. She crushed her lips against his and slipped her tongue into his mouth and kissed him with ardent fervour as she raked her nails down his back and scissored her pantyhosed legs against his body, her high heels thrummed against him and her body quivered and shook as Mateo began to fuck her hard and fast.

Unlike the foreplay which had been prolonged and congenial, their copulation was unbridled and ferocious. Mateo slammed his cock in and out Caprice’s anus and she rose up off the bed to meet his thrusts. Her sphincter was stretched and thrashed, her anal wall assaulted, her prostate pounded by Mateo’s long, thick, throbbing organ. Waves of delight radiated from every nerve and fibre of her anus. She clenched and unclenched her sphincter and undulated the muscles in her anal cavity, like she was trying to syphon Mateo’s essences from him.

Mateo returned Caprice’s kisses with equal vigour. This tiny, satin and nylon swathed sylph that lay beneath him was gyrating and gasping; pawing at him, doing something with her ass that made his cock want to explode as she squeezed and kneaded his aching cock with her tight anal sheath. The scent of her perfume, the feel of her soft skin, her mouth on his, her silken shrouded limbs burnishing his tender flesh drove Mateo into paroxysm of desire and pleasure.

Mateo drove Caprice down into the covers and rammed his cock all the way inside her and exploded. Caprice felt his cock undulate inside her anus, she felt his scrotum contract and press against her pantied taint, he sucked the essences from her mouth, his body pressed heavily against hers and an orgasm of stupendous proportions wracked her tiny body. She kicked and screamed and moaned and gyrated under Mateo’s hard sinewy body as his cock juddered inside her, his scalding milt filled her anal cavity. Her cock erupted, flooding her pantyhose and panties, her semen inundated her undergarments and Mateo smiled inwardly as he felt her hot spunk on his belly.

Mateo lay on top of Caprice exhausted. His cock was slowly deflating inside her as she held him close and kissed him softly, stroking his long black hair, lightly scissoring her legs against his flanks. Mateo kissed the tip of nose and then pressed his lips to hers and stroked her cheek. Their passion spent they were content to lie in each others arms until the afterglow of their lovemaking began to dissipate.

“I need to get back to the party,” Mateo smiled down at Caprice and then dismounted.

“I need to go to the breakroom and fix myself and change my nylons and panties,” Caprice sat up on the bed.

Mateo turned around and for the first time that night flashed an angry look at Caprice.

“No! You will fix your hair and makeup in the ensuite bathroom. You will leave on your cum-soaked panties and ripped pantyhose under your dress and when my juices dribble from your asshole you will remember who put them there,” Mateo growled.

Mateo saw the fear on Caprice’s face and he sat down beside her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound angry. I simply want you to remember our interlude. No one else is going to need your services tonight but me; let me assure you of that,” he kissed her softly and padded away to the ensuite.

Caprice sat there a little stunned, a little frightened but also immensely satisfied. If Mateo wanted her to wear her cummy undergarments for the rest of the evening who was she to argue. She figured it was some machismo thing with him like an animal marking his mate.

Then she remembered her clutch. She had left it facing the bed and her phone would have recorded everything that she and Mateo did and uploaded it instantly to the cloud.

“Fuck Booby Keen and Fuck Julie Sanderson! They knew what they were setting me up for,” Caprice whispered as she found tissues and dabbed at her sodden panties.

When Mateo emerged from the bathroom she went inside and used handtowels to do a better job and then she fixed her hair and makeup as best she could and emerged to find Mateo already dressed.

While Caprice and Mateo were busy in the entertainment suite, Taryn and Alister Blithely arrived at Bedazzled, Alister dressed in a dark-blue slim-fit suit and Taryn in a black, backless evening gown that showed a lot of cleavage, the figure-hugging dress clinging tightly to her legs. Because her dress was so tight fitting Taryn walked with slow, deliberate movements with distinctive elegance and grace; exhibiting a gliding effect, a stony demeanour on her beautiful face. They both had piercing blue eyes, unblemished alabaster skin and platinum-blonde hair and fine elegant features, their poise and athleticism was evident in their cat-like movements.

Lester’s security people had been expecting the Blithely’s and the two men at the entrance couldn’t help but be fascinated by Taryn Blithely and they looked at each other speculatively, mentally deciding which one of them was going to deal with Taryn.

The invitations extended by Lester Slocum and Daniel Huntsinger had been specific that no weapons would be allowed inside Bedazzled. Mateo Ortega’s sicarios had surrendered their weapons at the door and all of the guests had been subjected to a metal detector or a pat-down search. Andrea Foster had searched all of the hostesses lockers and made them turn out their purses and had confiscated two small but vicious knives and a Beretta Tom Cat .32 which the owners claimed they carried for self defence.

Alister adopted the position that almost anybody that travelled by plane knew by heart: hands raised, feet spread slightly apart while the security guy waved the metal detector over his body. He too carried a small man’s purse, sometimes referred to as a ‘manbag’ which produced nothing sinister.

The more senior of the security men approached Taryn and she handed over her stylish Louis Vuitton pochette and he subjected it to a rudimentary search. He swallowed and looked both excited and pensive as he approached her to conduct the body search and Taryn gave him an amused grin.

“I can’t really spread my legs in this dress I’m afraid. Why don’t you just wave that little wand over my body and pat down the parts you can’t reach with it or I can lift my skirts if that will facilitate your endeavours,” her grin widened into a salacious smirk and the man seemed a little rattled.

Taryn’s voice was smoky, alluring and accent-less, like the actress Cate Blanchette, the security guard thought.

The man waved the wand over Taryn’s body and for a second thought about running his hands up and down her legs under the gown but one glance into the soulless, shark-like eyes of Alister Blithely changed his mind.

“If you ladder my pantyhose I will be very cross with you,” Taryn teased him and stretched her legs as wide as they would go which wasn’t far at all.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. My associate will show you to the elevator which will take you to the VIP lounge,” the senior guard opened the ornate doors wide to allow the Blithely’s access to the venue.

Lester and Daniel had been alerted to the Blithely Twins arrival and met them at the elevator. They had never actually met Taryn and Alister in person. They had been contracted for the Aziz hit by email including the details of where and when the hit was to occur. Details of which suite Shareen Aziz was in was sent to them by text when they were in the club. On the night of the hit Lester had watched the Blithely’s arrive at the club and mingle with the crowd on a video screen in his office but had prudently stayed away from the murder scene until law enforcement arrived and by then the video security footage for the upper levels and VIP area had been deleted.

They were both taken by the Blithely’s and led them to a booth away from the small crowd in the VIP area.

“Mateo is currently being entertained by Caprice Cameron in one of the suites but he is very keen to meet you both,” Lester fawned.

A hostess arrived with a bottle of Bollinger La Côte aux Enfants on ice with crystal glasses.

Meanwhile in entertainment suite four Mateo Ortega and Caprice Cameron were getting dressed. Mateo waited for Caprice to fix her hair and makeup and escorted her outside to the VIP area.

“That was a very pleasant interlude,” Caprice blushed, feeling her damp panties and nylons clinging to her body under the dress, then she got up on her tippytoes and kissed Mateo on the cheek.

“Don’t go anywhere my lovely. I’d like you to meet a couple that I myself have been anxious to meet. You have met them before but under less auspicious circumstances,” Mateo took Caprice’s arm in an affectionate but firm grip and guided her through the tables to the booth occupied by Lester Slocum, Daniel Huntsinger, Taryn Blithely and Alister Blithely.

Caprice baulked when she saw Taryn and Alister sitting in the booth. She recognised them immediately but Mateo tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her down beside him. The six of them sat on the plush semicircular bench around the table where the champagne sat in the ice bucket with runnels of condensation running down the neck.

Daneil Huntsinger introduced Mateo Ortega to the Blithely’s and it was obvious that Mateo was taken with Taryn’s beauty.

“I understand that I owe you both a debt of gratitude for eliminating someone who had the potential to be a thorn in my side,” Mateo grinned at the Blithely’s.

Caprice had put her clutch on the table. It was an innocent enough gesture given that Taryn’s Louis Vuitton pochette and Alister’s black leather pocketbook were also laid out on the glass tabletop. She had enough wits about her to ensure that the camera in her clutch had an unobstructed view of the people sitting at the booth. She also realised that Mateo had just implicated the Blithely’s in the assassination of Shareen Aziz. What Taryn said next confirmed the implication.

“I’m sorry that I shot you darling but you’re lucky that I only wounded you. To be honest I thought that you were dead. When I saw Mister Aziz’s blood and brains all over your face I thought they were yours,” Taryn reached for her pochette and took out a gold cigarette case and lighter.

“You know of course that Misters Slocum and Huntsinger had a hit out on you as the only witness to the event but they cancelled it. I’m glad that you and Mister Slocum settled your differences because I find you quite exquisite,” Alister added; the smile on his face was not mirrored in his cold blue eyes.

“Yes we are all friends here now right?” Mateo tried to bring some levity to the conversation and reached out to pour champagne into the crystal glasses and handed them around.

“Do you mind if I switch places with you Mateo. I would like to get better acquainted with the lovely little doll sitting beside you,” Alister stood and swapped places with Mateo who seemed to be more than delighted to be sitting next to Taryn.

Caprice felt nervous sitting so close to Alister Blithely but he did his best to put her at ease, asking her about her new employment and complimenting her. His hand rested lightly on her thigh and she made no objection. She was really just a hostess and her job was to satisfy the whims of the clientele after all.

“May I trouble you for a light? My lighter appears not to be working,” Taryn leaned into Mateo after she had tried several times to ignite her lighter unsuccessfully.

Mateo lit Taryn’s cigarette and the small talk continued around the table culminating with Daniel Huntsinger proposing a toast to their continued prosperity and cooperation. Caprice hoped like hell that the microphone and camera in her phone were working correctly because what was said at the table included more than enough evidence to implicate them all in several criminal conspiracies. Lester and Daniel could not help themselves and bragged incessantly about how they had orchestrated their partnership and business deal with the Ortega cartel.

After a while Taryn Blithely snatched up her pochette and excused herself so that she could use the ladies room. Everybody at the table stared at her exquisite derriere as she glided with effortless grace across the floor towards the ladies room, her buttocks swinging invitingly in the tight dress.

When Taryn returned the champagne had been replenished and the small talk continued.

Taryn didn’t sit down instead she mooched around in her pochette and then withdrew one of the smallest pistols that Caprice had ever seen. She shot Lester Slocum and Daniel Huntsinger once each in the forehead. Alister Blithely had tightened his grip on Caprice’s thigh and when Taryn produced the gun he put his arm around her shoulder and held her still in a vicelike grip.

Caprice knew that she was dead but nothing illuminating passed through her mind like people who had survived near-death experiences said it did.

“Shall we go dear?” Taryn smiled at Alister who let go of Caprice and got to his feet.

“Will you be joining us?” Taryn asked Mateo Ortega who also on his feet.

“My sicarios and I will clean up the mess. Caprice, you have been wonderful company and I wish you well with all your endeavours but if you ever attempt to stand up in a witness box I’m afraid my new friends here will be paying you a visit,” Mateo shook hands with the Blithelys, snatched up Caprice’s purse and sauntered away.

Caprice was still in shock and she didn’t know how long she remained in that trancelike state before Andrea Foster appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Caprice and dragged her away to her office where she closed and locked the door. What Caprice did notice was that all of the other hostesses were nowhere in sight. She would later find out that Mateo’s sicarios and the men in the business suits had rounded up the girls on the pretext of taking them away for sex and locked them in the entertainment suites before the shooting happened.

FBI Safehouse, Balwyn Texas – The next Day

Julie Sanderson paced up and down the living room of the freestanding farmhouse on the outskirts of Balwyn. She was dressed in one of her signature skirtsuits, low-heels and pantyhose. Her makeup was minimal except for her characteristic red lipstick which she had mostly bitten away.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity Fuck!” Julie hissed, cigarette smoke coming from her mouth and nostrils.

The fact that Julie Sanderson was chain smoking was enough to indicate to anyone who knew her that she was distressed.

“So do we know what the fuck happened?” Bobby Keen sat on a kitchen chair also smoking, his glass full of bourbon; the pint bottle in front of him half empty.

“From what the organised crime division have put together it looks like Mateo Ortega double-crossed Lester Slocum and Daniel Huntsinger and made a deal with the Lebanese mafia. Those shady guys in the business suits will take over Huntsinger’s organisation. Ortega will traffic them girls for their prostitution ring and to use as drug mules and the Lebs will sell them coke. Ortega will continue to run coke up the east coast and the Lebs will control the west,” Julie ran her fingers through her blunt-cut bob, further dishevelling her hair.

“Ortega pretended not to know the Blithely’s but he knew them all right and he contracted them to take out Huntsinger and Slocum in their own club as payback for Aziz and as a show of faith for the Lebs,” Julie finally sat down and poured herself a drink.

“But you have everything that happened recorded on Caprice’s phone. Ortega took Caprice’s phone thinking rightly that she was a plant but he didn’t know that everything recorded on it went up to the cloud in real time,” Bobby drank his drink and poured another.

“Yeah but most of it is useless now. The deal we thought Ortega was making with Huntsinger and Slocum was a sham and now they’re dead. Ortega is safely ensconced back in Sinaloa, the Blithely’s are somewhere in Europe… we think. With their resources they could be anywhere. We are still trying to figure out exactly who the four businessmen are and what role they had in all of this mess,” Julie gulped down her drink.

“The organised crime division will have to start the investigation all over and we’d expended so many resources already on Ortega,” Julie sighed.

“You guys get about ten billion a year so don’t come crying to me about money,” Bobby said staidly.

“Yeah, and most of that will go to national security chasing down Middle Eastern guys who are probably innocent but have nosy neighbours who think any swarthy man with a beard and a woman in a hijab are terrorists,” Julie replied.

“How did Taryn get the gun past security?” Bobby asked.

“She’s one smart bitch. The gun techs looked at the footage and that little pistol, probably a .32, is a bespoke tiny ceramic pocket gun. She probably had it hidden in her cooch under her pantyhose. She wasn’t patted down and the metal detector wouldn’t find it. We think she had the bullets inside her gold lighter that supposedly didn’t work, remember, and she loaded the gun when she used the ladies room,” Julie smiled at the ingenuity of it.

“She should come work for us or the fucking CIA,” Julie said sarcastically.

“What about Caprice?” Bobby pointed at the ceiling.

Caprice was in the bedroom above them.

“I’m going to make damn sure that she gets the deal we offered her. She deserves it,” Julie said with determination.

“And Andrea Foster was your other CI?” Bobby asked the rhetorical question.

“Yeah. She gave us everything she knew about the club, about the drugs and the girls, and she had access to Slocum's calendar but she couldn’t get us what we really wanted so we used Caprice for that,” Julie admitted.

They heard footsteps on the stairs and they turned to see Caprice coming down them in her stocking feet still dressed in her evening gown which was now a ruin as was her makeup and hair. She had slept for twelve hours straight after Julie and Bobby whisked her away to the farmhouse after the shooting.

“Can you give us a while. I need to have a serious conversation with Caprice,” Bobby poured himself another drink.

“Sure. I’ve got a lot of calls to make anyway,” Julie got up and reached for her phone.

She leaned down and took away the bottle and Bobby’s glass.

“Don’t be a complete asshole,” she whispered and left the room.

Portland, Oregon – Two Years Later

Caprice Capshaw was a girl forgotten. She had never really existed anyway.

Mercedes Braithwaite, dressed in black leggings, long sleeve t-shirt and a vintage tan, fleece-lined, Carhartt Jacket to keep out the cold walked her dog along the suburban street.

The US Marshals had baulked at first when Caprice chose the name Mercedes. They just couldn’t they see the irony. In her purse she had a driver’s licence, a social security card and other legitimate documents that verified her gender and identity. She was still diminutive but her body was now curvy and sported a nice set of perky C-cup breasts. She had dyed her hair blonde and let it grow out. She had also had a little, but not much, facial reconstructive surgery.

Dolly, her Labrador stopped to sniff a tree trunk and Mercedes waited patiently.

She recalled the last conversation that she had had with Bobby Keen in the safehouse outside of Balwyn Texas.

“It would be impossible. I can bear you no children. You will always think of me as a whore. Your friends will laugh at you behind your back. They will pretend to tolerate me but they will never really accept me. The biggest act of love I can do for you is to disappear and never return. Forget me. Move on with your life,” tears had streamed down Caprice’s face, her mascara running in rivulets down her cheeks.

She knew that Bobby had only made the offer to follow Caprice into witsec out of guilt and contrition.

A red SUV turned into the driveway of her house and parked. Dolly broke away from Mercedes and bounded away to greet the driver who got out of the car and he rolled around the lawn with Dolly, despite the fact that he was dressed in a suit and an overcoat.

Mercedes walked up the driveway and the man pushed Dolly away and got to his feet. He pulled Mercedes into his arms and kissed her, cheekily squeezing her buttocks.

“It’s all set. The people from the adoption agency are coming tomorrow at three so try to look nice,” the man said.

“I always look nice,” Mercedes dug her husband in the ribs.

“Bobby Keen, you old softy,” Mercedes smiled up at the man she loved.

“You mean Bobby Braithwaite. Bobby Keen is long gone,” Bobby put his arm around Mercedes’ waist and led her to the front door with Dolly getting the way, scrambling between their legs.

The End

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed Caprice’s journey. Please take a little time to leave a comment.
Thank you for reading my story,
Michele Nylons
Oct 2025