Post-Coital Regret?

The reality of what had just happened bore down on Leigh when William climbed off her, grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom. Of course everything had been filmed and that meant her kidnappers had more footage of her actively participating and enjoying sex. That wasn’t the issue. Leigh had pretty much resigned herself to complying with the kidnappers demands. What had surprised her was that she not only enjoyed having sex with William, she had relished it.

Fellating Mister Bigelow was a chore she endured so that she wouldn’t be punished. Sure, she had become proficient at it and even looked forward to it. She put that down a Pavlovian response and she even excused herself for ejaculating the last time she had suckled him. But what she had just done with William Sauber was not a response to conditioning. She had been a willing, spirited, participant and in fact had encouraged him; spurred him on even.

She had crossed the Rubicon (an idiom she sometimes used) when she began to return William’s kisses and embraces. Was she one of those fetishic crossdressers she had met who equated crossdressing with sex? No… it was more than that. Leigh had been in control of Lee’s psyche since she was kidnapped. Her male alter ego was nowhere to be found. The sex she had just had with William Sauber was responsive to her need to substantiate her femininity as well as, she had to admit, to satiate her desires.

Anyway, now was not the time for contemplation. She was lying the sofa with her gown open and her panties drenched in semen.

William came out of the bathroom and came over to the couch carrying a handtowel which he handed to her and Leigh blushed as she wiped at the puddles of jism. It should have been a very embarrassing and humiliating situation but it wasn’t because William leaned down and kissed her.

“I'm leaving now but I will be back tomorrow and we will continue to explore our relationship,” he whispered and kissed the side of her mouth softly.

‘Relationship? Is that what William Sauber thinks this is? Alarm bells rang in Leigh’s subconscious.

“How long William? How much longer are you going to keep me?” Leigh looked up at him and William could see the concern in her eyes.

“Not much longer Leigh. We are making progress. Another day or two at most. I have left you something in the bathroom. Goodnight my gorgeous, special girl,” William kissed her on the mouth and then he left.

The enormity of what had just happened washed over Leigh. Yes she was being held captive but what had just occurred had nothing to do with her being a prisoner. She could claim that she was just being compliant and self-preserving but would it stand up to scrutiny? Anyone viewing the video of her and William would see that Leigh was as complicit and salacious as he was. There were no threats. No force. Leigh had surrendered without a fight.

She got up off the sofa, carefully holding the Valentino gown open and away from her groin which was still damp with semen. She kicked off her heels and extricated herself from the garment and padded to the bathroom in her underwear where she cleaned up, took a shower, dressed in her peignoir and retired to bed where she had a fitful night’s sleep.

One of the reasons her sleep was disturbed was because of the something that William Sauber had left in the bathroom. It was at eyelevel, sitting on the handbasin, when Leigh sat on the toilet to pee. She recognised it immediately and knew what it was and what it was used for. The bright red pliable bulb with the hard white plastic nozzle was a douche and it served only one purpose. In some of the ribald conversations she’d had with other crossdressers at the conventions she attended they sometimes referred to douching and the absolute stipulation that one should use the device repeatedly ‘until the water runs clean’.

Leigh was uncomfortable when her ‘sisters’ steered the conversation towards sex and would usually excuse herself but she’d heard enough to know what some crossdressers and their admirers got up to in the bedroom. Had she not herself become an accomplished fellatrix? Had she not, just this very evening, engaged in foreplay and frottage? She was no longer a novice when it came to sex but the thought of penetrative sex was abhorrent. How could sticking something up your keister equate to pleasure?

The next day the ‘talking box’ remained ominously silent and she saw Mister Bigelow only when he delivered her breakfast and lunch. The television screen remained blank except for when she climbed on the peloton when it screened the usual inspirational videos. She had all day to think about what William intended to do to her and whenever she went into the bathroom the little red douche drew her gaze like an accusatory instrument of torture.

The talking box finally spoke in what Leigh guessed was the early evening as it was several hours after lunch, which, along with breakfast, consisted of high-fibre ingredients with a small serve of lean protein and she realised her daily diet might not only be aimed at keeping her slim but also keeping her ‘regular’. She shivered at the thought.

“I would quite like to see you in that sexy secretary getup. You know the one I mean,” the disembodied voice boomed through the speakers startling Leigh after a day of silence.

Leigh liked to believe that she could detect the low, slow, breathy, nuances of William Sauber in the phantom voice that issued her commands. He was surely watching her. She wondered who else might be watching and who had witnessed her seduction at the hands of William last night.

Leigh knew exactly what the voice was referring to regarding the ‘sexy secretary getup’. It was her above-the-knee solid black Prada pencil skirt, the white silk, long sleeve Chanel blouse and her black, four-inch heeled, Manolo Blahnik pumps.

“The fleshtone Wolford holdups will complement the look, I think, and that black bob will do nicely” the voice issued forth as if it had been reading Leigh’s mind.

“Don’t forget to use the little toy in the bathroom before you shower,” Leigh thought that she could detect sarcasm in the robotic voice but it might have been her imagination.

The talking box had been prescriptive before about what she should wear so it was not really surprising that William was dictating her fashion choices. The ensemble he had selected for her, the ‘office siren’ aesthetic, exaggerated femininity in equal parts coquette and ingénue. It was something Leigh herself would wear to the office if only she was allowed to do so.

She began to prepare herself for the evening, silently chanting the mantra: stay calm, comply with demands, establish a rapport and build a connection. She did not like using the douche but it came down to two things. One: she was being watched and she knew the penalty for non compliance. Two: if what was going to happen to her was what she thought was going to happen to her then the necessity of performing the ritual was self-evident.

“You look amazing,” William whispered when he knocked politely on the door and entered Leigh’s ‘cell’.

Leigh had no doubts that she did. The pencil skirt was snug at the waist and clung to her rounded hips and voluptuous thighs. Her long legs, clad in the sheer Wolford stockings looked amazing, her black pumps arched her feet and elongated her legs and created a more defined silhouette. This change in posture and gait was evident when Leigh strode to the door to meet William.

She had once again eschewed wearing a brassiere and her flawless flesh was visible through the sheer silk blouse. Rather than spoiling the look, her flat-chestedness emphasised the tall, slim, powerful ‘office siren’ nuance that Leigh was trying to achieve. She’d hummed the song Short Skirt/Long Jacket while she was dressing and Leigh thought that she embodied the spirit of the woman in the song who is ‘fast and thorough and sharp as a tack’ to paraphrase Cake.

Leigh stopped short of William, waiting for him to pull her into his arms and force a kiss on her before he dragged her over to the bed, pulled down her undergarments and buggered her; for she was sure that was his intent.

But William did none of those things, instead he reached out and brushed Leigh’s bangs out of her eyes and then ran his finger down her cheek and gently stroked her full lips. He could see the trepidation in her eyes. William wanted to possess this woman so badly and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

He softly kissed her keeping a distance between their bodies, as much as he wanted to pull her into his arms and ravish her. He breathed her perfume and tasted her lipstick, his cock already hard in anticipation of what he intended to do to her. He broke the kiss and looked longingly into her green eyes, enhanced by the black mascara and eyeliner. His hands followed the curve of her neck, then slid across her shoulders and down her arms, coming to rest on her hips. The distance between them had not closed.

Leigh closed it.

Her resolve to fight William and only submit when he forced himself on her disappeared when he kissed her. She recalled a saying attributed to a woman during the Victorian era when she asked her mother about what would happen to her on her wedding night: “Just lie back and think of England.” Leigh decided that was the approach she would take. She would submit but not collaborate.

Leigh took William’s hands in hers and put them around her waist and stepped into him and kissed him with unabashed passion. William had ignited something inside her that been repressed and his very presence stirred her loins. She wanted what they had yesterday: the passion, the tenderness, the gratification and contentment but not coitus. That was a bridge she did not want to cross.

Maybe if she pleased him with intimate foreplay, maybe even some fellation or frottage, William might be satisfied. It would all be recorded to be used against her anyway. She had already tacitly agreed to comply with William’s intention to collect evidence that she was willingly having sex with men. Surely he did not need to pressure her into what she considered to be the final act of debasement.

Their kisses became more impassioned and their breathing laboured as they reached for each other and cosseted each other. Leigh found William hard inside his trousers and she squeezed his appendage and bit his lip sensuously. William slid his hand under her skirt and clutched her rounded buttocks, his fingertips pressing into the transparent nylon panties that Leigh wore underneath. He raked her thighs and pushed his hand between her legs to free her swollen prick, gliding his fingers along it, feeling the outline of the firm root through the silky fabric of her panties.

Leigh’s intent was to overwhelm William with her beauty and sexuality and bring about his climax using her hands, mouth or pubis. She imagined a little frottage would be very nice, very satisfying and non-penetrative.

William began to slowly propel Leigh towards the bed rather than the sofa. He did this while kissing her, his hand under her skirt stroking her erect penis through her panties whilst she returned his kisses and squeezed his cock through his trousers. Leigh felt the edge of the bed against the back of her legs and they stopped their procession and continued to kiss and fondle each other. Leigh let go of William’s appendage and helped William take off his jacket and then she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and he cast it aside. She fumbled with his belt buckle and zip and then he dropped trou. She yanked down his undershorts exposing his magnificent specimen of manhood.

Leigh kissed him deeply and raked her fingernails along the turgid flesh of his penis, feeling William shudder and then gasp as she took him in hand and began to masturbate him. He was stroking Leigh’s cock gently but vigorously and the front of Leigh’s panties were wet with pre-ejaculate. Unbidden, Leigh dropped to her knees and removed William’s shoes and socks and helped him step out of his trousers and briefs so that he stood naked before her, his rampant organ inches from her face.

When she put her mouth to his cock William gasped and gently rested his hands on her shoulders, guiding Leigh’s lips back and forth on his throbbing cock. Leigh used her newly acquired skills and William adored the way she used her lips on his shaft whilst her tongue fettered at his glans, the tip flicking across his sensitive fraenulum. He could easily have allowed Leigh to finish him that way and he was fairly certain that was her ruse; to bring him to extremis with her mouth so that her anus remained virginal.

As much as William adored Leigh and would never hurt her, his resolve was set. He would have video of her engaging in coitus to add to the library of debauchery that he already had on file. But he also knew that his intent was selfish. He wanted to fully posses this beautiful creature. He wanted to feel himself inside her. He wanted to completely own her. He wanted to inseminate her.

To him it was not only the sexual pleasure he wanted from the act, it was an enactment of his ownership of her. Leigh would be his and his alone. William had used the services of certain courtesans who didn’t mind a little ‘derrière delight’ now and then and he knew that there were ways of consummating his desire without hurting Leigh and hopefully achieving the opposite effect. He wanted her to enjoy the experience but he realised that he would likely have to break her resolve forcefully if necessary.

While Leigh slavered at his cock on his knees before him William reached for his jacket and extracted the tube of K-Y Jelly from the pocket and tossed it on the bed. It was probably as well that Leigh couldn’t see what he was doing because he didn’t want to add to her trepidation. As much as he was enjoying Leigh's warm wet mouth attending to his penis and was certain that he would be able to achieve arousal again quickly, even if he let her finish him with her mouth, the time had come to fuck.

William reached down and placed his hands under Leigh’s armpits and eased her to her feet. He looked longingly into her eyes and kissed her and then he pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her and hiked up her skirt. While he kissed her he reached for the lubricant and pressed a generous dollop on his fingertips and slid his hand inside her panties. He applied the salve to her sphincter and he felt Leigh tense up but he continued. He circled her sphincter with a fingertip, massaging the spongy circular muscle, feeling it contract as Leigh clenched it tightly closed.

Leigh felt the salve being applied to her anal opening and her initial response was to clench herself tight but she continued to kiss William and relish the closeness of his body. Eventually little ripples of pleasure began to radiate from her puckered bud which surprised her. She was able to relax and William slid a finger inside her.

Leigh yelped into William’s mouth when his finger pierced her anal aperture. She shouldn’t really have been surprised but she was astonished by the suddenness of the act. Her sphincter slammed shut again but William left his finger inside her and concentrated on kissing her; not just on the mouth but on her earlobes and the hollow of her shoulder, trying to comfort her. He gently stroked her still erect cock through her panties and Leigh whimpered a little. William had his finger inside her and although it didn’t actually hurt, it felt strange and she knew his intent but his gentle kisses and his attention to her penis relaxed her.

William’s kisses and caresses achieved the desired result and when Leigh’s sphincter relaxed he began to massage her anal sheath with his fingertip. Leigh felt her sphincter once again light up with those ripples of delight. The ripples were accompanied by a deeper, more intense feeling as the synapses in her anus responded when William worked his finger slowly in and out of her tight aperture and pressed his fingertip against the walls of her anus.

“Oh my god!” Leigh groaned and her legs began to tremble and a freshet of precum erupted from her cock, wetting the front of her panties.

Leigh had never expected that being anally probed could feel so wonderful. She had guessed that anal sex must feel good for the recipient, otherwise why would the girls in the crossdresser porn she watched so willingly open their legs for their suitors? But this was just incredible. The feelings that William was inducing from an area she had always considered taboo were intensely satisfying.

William had found the firm, smooth, little walnut-sized protuberance at the front of her rectum that was her prostate. He massaged it with the tip of his finger and was delighted with Leigh’s response and decided to strike while the iron was hot so to speak. With his free hand he grabbed a pillow and slid it under the small of Leigh’s back, elevating her buttocks and then he opened her legs. Lubricating his cock whilst he continued to massage Leigh’s anus and kiss her passionately was a feat of contortionism but once he had done so he removed his finger from her anus, eased aside the gusset of her panties and nestled his swollen glans in her sphincter.

“Wait! Don’t!” Leigh looked up at him with pleading eyes filled with trepidation.

William pressed his mouth to hers and pushed, slowly impaling her on his steely manhood. He stifled Leigh’s scream as his glans opened her sphincter and drilled ever so slowly deeper inside her, his shaft filling her tight plush void. He stopped when he was fully inside her and allowed Leigh to breathe and become accustomed to fullness of his rampant organ.

The scream was an overreaction; a triggered response at being anally penetrated for the first time. Leigh had expected pain and there was… but just a little, which was soon replaced by a pleasant thrumming as William’s cock probed deeper inside her rectum. The myriad of sensitive nerve endings around her sphincter and lining her anal walls lit up and diffused rivulets of decadent pleasure. Her prostate throbbed with a deep gratifying resonance. Her cock, already erect, became fully engorged and rampant.

Leigh had no intention of lying back and thinking of England. This new and delightfully taboo experience was nothing like she had expected it to be. It was the most sexually arousing experience that Leigh had ever experienced and she intended to extract every scintilla of pleasure from the act. She could feel William’s cock throbbing inside her, his scrotum resting against her panty gusseted taint, his lips pressing on hers, his tongue lazily probing her mouth. Her whole body was afire with lust.

Leigh wrapped her arms around William’s shoulders and arched her back, lifting her legs so she could wrap them around his flanks. She clung to him and wiggled her bottom; a signal for William to proceed with her deflowerment.

“Yes,” she whispered and then she crushed her mouth against his and slid her tongue into his mouth.

William used all his concentration not to climax as his cock slowly slid into Leigh's back passage. It was tight yet yielding and clung to his shaft. Her anal sheath caressed his cock like a velvet glove. When she wiggled her bottom invitingly and whispered her complicity and wrapped her legs around his flanks, her diaphanous hose caressing his sensitive flesh, her mouth sucking his essences like a succubus, he began to slowly fuck her.

William could feel Leigh's cock pressing against his belly through her flimsy panties which were already saturated with precum. He cupped her buttocks and fucked her with long slow strokes so as not to prematurely ejaculate. Leigh raked her fingernails down his back and moaned into William's mouth as his turgid manhood began to slide in and out of her, his glans pressing on her prostate, the thick shaft stretching her sphincter as it clung to his steely weapon.

Her cock was pressed against his tight belly, her panties rubbing on her throbbing organ, her anus afire with newly discovered rapture, William’s mouth on hers, his body pressed against her. Despite her best efforts she felt her climax about to overwhelm her.

William sensed this and was also aware that he would be unable to suppress his orgasm much longer. He gripped Leigh’s soft, pliant buttocks in his hands and began to thrust his cock in and out of her velvety aperture, his climax building as the irresistible urge for release overcame him.

Leigh felt a momentous orgasm blossoming. It bloomed in her prostate, and spread along her anus to her sphincter; William’s cock sliding in and out of her eliciting a continual procession of delectable sprites of pleasure, then the sensations permeated to her engorged penis trapped in the silky prison of her panties pressing on William's hard belly.

She flooded her panties and began to shake, writhe and gyrate; lifting her buttocks to meet William’s thrusts, forcing every millimetre of William's cock inside her as she climaxed. She cried out and raked her fingernails down William’s back and scoured her heels along his flanks, spurring him on as she felt William's cock erupt inside her.

William pulled her close to him and drove his cock all the way inside Leigh's clenching anus as he ejaculated, planting his seed deep in her rectum; inseminating her. He could feel her anus contracting around his flesh, milking him of his spend, her stockinged legs whispering against his flanks, her nails raking his back, her heels goading him on, her mouth sucking on his as they used each other’s bodies to satisfy their primal urges.

Leigh felt William’s cock juddering inside her, his scalding milt filling her, spilling out of her, running between her buttocks and William felt Leigh’s cock throbbing against his belly as her creamy issue spattered on his skin.

Leigh felt not only carnal desire but she also felt truly feminine. She was a woman, lying with her man, sharing her body with him in the most intimate of ways. Her fear of penetrative sex had been washed away by this single encounter and later she would wonder why it had taken being kidnapped and forced to have sex to open the door to real intimacy and femininity.

William and Leigh lay in each others arms and kissed and cuddled. He allowed Leigh to take off her skirt and blouse but not her nylons, heels and panties. He adored her dressed in lingerie. They made love twice more that evening, experimenting with different positions and techniques but Leigh’s favourite was missionary with William lying on top of her so she could wrap her limbs around him and kiss him during coitus.

She was well aware that everything they did was being recorded but by now she was at the stage where she cared little about it. Whatever William wanted of her she would do. She could hardly believe that in little less than a week she had become besotted with her captor.

The End Is Nigh

Angelo DeMarko and Jack Dollarhyde watched the screen intently. William had spliced together and edited the video of Leigh performing fellatio on Mister Bigelow, performing frottage with William and also fellating William before they had penetrative sex. There was no need to photoshop or graphically enhance or edit the footage to portray Leigh as being receptive and an active participant. It was obvious in every scene that she was more than willing and enjoying the sex.

To anyone who questioned the validity of the videos it would look like Leigh had checked into her suite at the Omni New Haven Hotel in Connecticut and over the course of the week had entertained a very large, muscular, shaven-headed man and provided him with oral sex on multiple occasions. She had also, on several occasions, invited a man who appeared to be in his mid-forties who was tall, handsome and slim with a muscular build and wavy shoulder-length dark hair streaked with grey into her room. They were intimate in every possible way.

The two men were dressed differently on each occasion as was Leigh and a forensic examination of the timestamps on the video would show that the meetings had taken place over several days during which Leigh was ostensibly attending a nearby transgender and crossdressing convention and mixer event. Should anyone bother to do so, DNA and fingerprints from all three of the participants would be found in the hotel room. Security video at the hotel would show a man fitting Lee Saunders’ description checking in and out of the hotel and Lee’s Lamborghini had never left the parking lot.

“So we finally have enough material to blackmail her,” Angelo, once again, was not conscious that he was using feminine pronouns to describe Lee Saunders presenting as Leigh.

“Right. Let’s move this along. Get her back to New York well before the trial begins before anyone becomes suspicious by her absence,” Jack Dollahyde growled.

Yes they had enough. But he hadn’t had enough. William couldn’t get enough! William had become besotted with Leigh Saunders and he wanted to keep her here for as long as possible. She was his and he was hers. A form of Stockholm Syndrome had developed between them but it was more than that. It was a whirlwind romance that both knew was impossible but neither of them wanted it to stop.

“I need a couple more days,” William held up his hand before Jack Dollarhyde could interject.

“I need to impress on her the hopelessness of her situation and her need to fully cooperate with our demands. I also need to prepare her for voir dire. After all this we don’t want her to make a mistake that could exclude her from jury selection. Remember she’s our ace in the hole. Our guarantee of an acquittal or hung jury,” William said sternly.

“You got two more days William, then we cut her loose. If she behaves herself and plays along she’ll be fine. If it even looks like she’s going to the cops or does something stupid like injuring herself or doing or saying something to get herself excluded from jury duty we release the footage and maybe take some other form of retribution. Make sure she understands,” Angelo DeMarko said gruffly and stood up to leave.

Over dinner that evening William explained the situation to Leigh who had already agreed to cooperate and no, she did not need to see the video footage that they were using to blackmail her. She knew well enough what was on the video files.

“We have two days together Leigh then you go back to your former life. You do what we ask when you get on the jury and this is all over the day the trial wraps up. I will personally ensure that the video footage is never leaked but we need to keep it to guarantee your silence. You understand?” William took Leigh’s hand in his.

“I understand,” Leigh sighed and squeezed William’s fingers gently.

“Tomorrow afternoon and the day after I’ll run you though the voir dire process so you don’t slipup under elocution but the evenings are ours,” William smiled at Leigh.

“Then stay the night William. It would be wonderful to spend our last two nights together without you leaving after sex. It makes me feel a little like a whore,” Leigh blushed.

“I’ll stay the night and come back tomorrow afternoon ok?” William smiled at Leigh and her eyes sparkled with contentment.

After dinner they retired to bed and made love until the wee hours, drinking two bottles of champagne throughout the night. They both awoke a little sore and hungover but extremely satisfied. William kissed Leigh on the cheek and let her go back to sleep when he left. He would go home, shower and change and attend to business before he came back to see Leigh later in the day.

William returned to the safehouse later than he wanted to, delayed by business that he had neglected to attend to whilst he was engaging with Leigh. He went straight to the control room to look at the cameras to see what Leigh was up to.

What he witnessed horrified him.

Leigh was bent over the little dining table dressed in her peloton attire. Her tights had been pulled down to her knees and Jack Dollarhyde was buggering her from behind whilst Angelo DeMarko was forcing his cock into her mouth. Angleo held Mister Bigelow’s taser in his hand and it was obvious that Leigh had either been tasered or threatened with the device in order to comply.

Anger welled up inside William and he was about to vent his rage on Angelo and Jack when Mister Bigelow entered the room and gripped William’s wrists.

“I tried to stop them boss, but they ordered me to hand over the taser and leave. I tried to reason with them, telling them that they were putting your plan in jeopardy because you had Leigh compliant and complicit,” Mister Bigelow held onto William’s wrists as he tried to break free.

“Those fuckers! I’ll fucking…” William’s anger was such that he couldn’t enunciate what he wanted to say.

“You’ll do what boss? I know that something has happened between you and Leigh but you need to keep your anger under control and think with a clear head. Mister DeMarko and Jack Dollahyde don’t give a fuck about Leigh. They don’t see her the same way we do,” Mister Bigelow said sagely.

Mister Bigelow looked up at the screen and spoke again.

“They’ve finished so I’m going to let you go. Keep your anger under control. Remember what you always say: put intellect over emotion, not the other way around. Don’t do or say anything to Angelo or Jack that will jeopardise your future. Leigh is going to need comforting and sympathy. Go to her. Look after her. Do what you know needs to be done,” Mister Bigelow released William’s wrists and stepped aside.

William supressed the urge to race down the corridor and confront Angelo and Jack. He allowed them the time they needed to leave the scene of their crime. Glancing up at the screen he could see Leigh curled up on the bed. She had pulled up her tights and to anyone looking it might look like she was sleeping but her quiet sobs came through the speakers.

When William entered the corridor it was empty. He heard the crunch of tyres on gravel as Angelo’s town car drove out of courtyard. Angelo was leaving the house. He heard Jack Dollarhyde’s footsteps on the floor above. He raced down to Leigh’s room and burst through the door and went over to the bed, climbed on it and took Leigh in his arms and held her while she sobbed.

He took a remote from his pocket and turned off the cameras and the microphones. For the first time since Leigh had arrived at the safehouse she and William had total privacy. Leigh curled up in William’s arms and he did his best to comfort her.

“Those fuckers!” he hissed.

“Why would they do that to you?” William’s question was rhetorical but Leigh answered.

“Angelo said he was doing it so I would know who was really in charge and if I didn’t get him off the RICO charges the same thing would happen to my wife and daughter. The other man said he was doing it just because he wanted to. Because he’d seen the video of you and I and he thought you were too soft on me. He said something like ‘Bill should have left it to Mister Bigelow and this is how you should treat a tranny whore’,” Leigh whispered.

William digested what Leigh had told him. He was partly to blame for Leigh’s assault. Angelo was just being Angelo. He always wanted everyone to know who was the boss but Jack had raped Leigh to get back at William.

“I’m so sorry Leigh. I’m responsible for what happened to you,” William flicked her hair out of her eyes.

She was wearing the blonde shoulder-length wig, the one she called her ‘blowjob wig’ because it was the wig she was ordered to wear whenever she had to service Mister Bigelow.

Leigh noticed him notice.

“The talking box told me to put on the blowjob wig just as I’d finished my peloton. I thought they were sending Mister Bigelow again and he did come in first but then Angelo DeMarko and the other man came in behind him,” Leigh explained.

“Jack Dollarhyde. The other man is Jack Dollarhyde,” William replied, not that it mattered.

“Anyway you weren't here and they were and as soon as I saw Mister Bigelow I assumed the position but Mister Bigelow wasn’t here for that and he started arguing with the other two and they ordered him to leave. After Mister Bigelow left the room Angelo put the taser to my face and threatened to use it… well you know what happened next,” Leigh actually sounded more self assured now that she was talking about what had happened clinically.

“I’ve turned the cameras and the microphones off. We’re alone now,” William helped Leigh sit up.

“Good, because I’m going to have a shower now and fix my makeup and change into something nice. You're going to send for a bottle of gin and a litre of tonic and we are going to have some drinks while you explain the voir dire procedure to me. Then we are going to have dinner and afterwards you are going to make love to me. You're going to pretend that what we have is more than just sex and that you really care for me,” Leigh leaned in and kissed William’s cheek.

“I won’t have to pretend,” William whispered in Leigh’s ear, even though no one could hear them.

“Good, because I want you to make it all go away,” Leigh cleared her throat and got up off the bed.

“I’m staying with you until you leave here. I’m not leaving you alone again,” William called after Leigh as she made her way to the bathroom.

On Leigh’s last day in the safehouse William said goodbye to her in the room. One of Lee Saunder’s suits, a shirt, belt, cufflinks, shoes and socks were laid out on the bed along with a pair of boxer briefs. William did not want to see Lee Saunders. Lee Saunders was nothing to him but Leigh Saunders was everything.

Their farewell was heartfelt and teary and when William finally left the room Jack Dollarhyde and Mister Bigelow entered along with Jack’s crew of henchmen who began packing up Leigh’s things. Leigh went into the bathroom and Lee Saunders emerged half an hour later.

“My boys are at your apartment putting everything back as it was. Your Lamborghini is parked outside fully fuelled. You know the deal. You’ve been in Connecticut attending one of your freak conventions. I’m sure you have a cover story for that. This room will be unrecognisable in a few hours but I know that you know the consequences if you blab. No one will believe you anyway,” Jack grinned at Lee evilly.

“You know what to do Nancy-boy. Once the trial is over you can forget this ever happened but we will always have the video should you get regretful. By the way, if you ever want to play dress up again and bend over, I’m happy to oblige. You were a great fuck,” Jack threw the keys to the Lamborghini at Lee and left the room.

The first thing Lee Saunders did when he got home was to open his secret closet and snatch up the blonde ‘blowjob wig’ and throw it in the trash. In the confines and safety of his luxury apartment, the last week seemed like a dream or a nightmare, depending on which parts of his kidnapping he thought about. Leigh was just below his conscience and he knew that what happened to Leigh was lifechanging and that she would always dwell there now, close to the surface of his psyche. Maybe one day she might even take over and banish Lee into oblivion?

For now there were more important things to do. Lee started making phone calls and sending emails. He contacted his ex-wife, his son and his daughter, his boss and his important clients to let them know that he was back from his vacation and ready to get back to work but would be tied up with the Angelo DeMarko trial starting on Monday for about two weeks and he may be sequestered.

Sequestered

Voir dire turned out to be a cakewalk. Judge Mandy Mirrin knew of Lee Saunders by reputation because they moved in the same professional and social circles but not she did not know him personally. Braithwaite Capital was acclaimed in financial circles for their transparency and ethical practices and was highly respected and Lee Saunders in particular had an exemplary reputation and a staunch record for trading legitimately and fairly and Judge Mirrin was happy to have someone of Lee Sanders’ standing on her jury. He was intelligent, honest and fair. It was she who had denied his application to be excused jury duty.

The Prosecutor was allowed six peremptory challenges which permits an attorney to remove a potential juror without giving a specific reason to the court and the Defence had ten. In Lee’s case the Prosector thought the same way as the Judge and was keen to have someone on the jury who was intelligent enough to understand the swathe of financial and corporate evidence his team would be presenting to the court and he asked no questions of Lee and was surprised when the Defence didn’t use a challenge on him.

The other eleven jurors and two alternates were selected by the end of the first day. Lee was glad that he didn’t have to face Angelo DeMarko during voir dire. Angelo left jury selection to the jury consultants employed by Dewy, McGivern and Stern. The only stipulation he gave to his lawyers was that they were not to challenge Lee Saunders. This surprised the jury consultants but Angelo’s lawyers knew better than to ask any questions; they simply followed his instructions.

Lee did have to face Angelo throughout the trial but Angelo knew better than to express any emotion towards the jury and he seldom glanced their way. The Prosecutor took seven days to present his evidence which was often boring but very condemning. Although the RICO indictments included gambling, human trafficking, prostitution, arson, drug importation, bribery, mail and wire fraud, there were very few thrilling or stimulating pieces of evidence offered. A few pictures of bloody corpses of people allegedly assassinated on Angelo’s orders and pictures of human misery, allegedly attributed to Angelo’s crime empire were presented to the court. However Angelo was very well removed from the day-to-day gritty business of running an organised crime syndicate and left the dirty work to his subordinates.

Most of the evidence was based on forensic examination of Angelo’s financial accounts and company records and wiretap evidence that the Prosecutor claimed proved that Angelo was the head of the crime syndicate. There were lots of facts and figures, charts and line drawings linking Angelo to the crimes he had been accused of. There were recordings of Angelo allegedly issuing orders and conversing with those who actually committed the crimes.

The prosecution witnesses had been schooled on how to make their evidence appear compelling and interesting and above all how to present the evidence in simple, layman’s terms that the jury could understand. The final question that the Prosecutor asked all of his witnesses was: ‘did their evidence prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Angelo DeMarko was in charge of a criminal syndicate that had perpetrated the crimes associated with the predicates’ and invariably the answer was yes.

The lawyers at Dewy, McGivern and Stern went after each of the Prosecutor’s witnesses with vim and vigour, trying to poke holes in their testimony or to catch them out in a lie. The Defence offered alternate theories to the witnesses but the witnesses held fast to their testimony.

On the first day of the trial Judge Mandy Mirrin instructed the jury to elect a foreperson. Lee held back, not offering himself up for the position even though he was obviously the most qualified person to do so. A bullnecked building contractor named Bob Rickenbacker tried to bully the jurors into electing him as foreperson but the seven women and four other men of sitting on the panel rejected him and someone put Lee’s name forward. After a little debate Lee reluctantly accepted the position.

Word got back to Angelo DeMarko, Jack Dollarhyde and William Sauber via a bribed clerk of the court and they celebrated that evening. Their ace in the hole held the prime position on the jury and a not guilty verdict or a hung jury acquittal was almost guaranteed.

Judge Mirrin sequestered the jury in a hotel close to the courthouse and security was tight. She didn’t want anyone tampering with her jury and the jury was ordered not to discuss the case with anyone or to talk about the case amongst themselves outside of the jury room and an eight o’clock curfew was enforced when the jury was remanded to their hotel rooms. All personal electronic devices had to be surrendered once the trail began but the jurors were allowed to make personal calls on their hotel landlines. A Sheriff’s deputy was situated in the lobby and another stationed near the elevator on the floor where the jury resided.

The jury had been informed that they needed to pack clothes and personal affects for the two weeks allocated to the trial. The court would pick up their laundry bill and pay for room service and any incidentals they needed during their stay. Lee also packed a peignoir, panties, nylons, a small makeup kit and a little ‘pixie’ wig to wear in the evenings. Leigh emerged and took over Lee’s psyche every night. She couldn’t go out of course but at least she could be dressed as herself for a few hours and reminisce about the times she had spent in the company of William Sauber.

One week into the trial just before 9PM the house phone rang and Leigh answered it trepidatiously. Her first thought was that something might have come up that required her to leave her room. She’d already thought of a contingency and knew that she could remove her makeup, slip out of her feminine garb and change into Lee’s pyjamas in about three minutes if the need arose.

“What are you wearing?” William Sauber’s voice sounded breathless.

Leigh giggled at the sexist come-on line and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Who wants to know?” Leigh automatically adopted the breathy, Kathleen Turner-esque voice that she had nurtured over the years.

“If I know you, you have smuggled something lacy, silky and sexy into that hotel room to wear after hours,” William whispered.

“Why are you whispering? Where are you?” Leigh asked.

“I’m on the housephone in a room two floors above you,” William replied.

“This is madness and definitely not part of our plan,” Leigh hissed angrily into the phone.

“I paid for the room online under a pseudonym. I got someone else to check in and pick up the room key and I used the stairs instead of the elevator. When I entered the hotel I used the blind spots in the foyer to ensure I wasn’t caught on the security camera,” William explained.

“Make sure your door is unlocked at exactly 9PM. That’s the change of shift for the deputies and they all meet in the foyer for the handover. I have to see you,” William didn’t wait for Leigh to respond and the line went dead.

At exactly 9PM the door to Leigh’s hotel room opened and William Sauber slipped inside and closed and locked the door behind him. He was dressed in black activewear: sports tights, a long-sleeved lycra sports top and running shoes with a black mesh fanny-pack around his waist. He looked like we was just going for or returning from a run. The active wear accentuated his slim, muscular build. His handsome face and thick, wavy shoulder-length dark hair streaked with grey was partially disguised by a black baseball cap.

A few weeks ago Leigh might have given William a passing platonic glance and admired his fit body but the new Leigh was immediately aroused by the sight of her paramour dressed in the formfitting attire.

William studied Leigh. Her makeup was not as flamboyant as what she wore at the safehouse and the little brunette bob with bangs was nothing like the voluminous hair she usually wore but it framed her face beautifully and the peignoir, panties and nylons met his approval.

“No high heels?” William pretended to be disappointed.

“The sheriffs x-rayed our suitcases when he we checked in and the metal support rod in the heels would have shown up and looked suspicious,” Leigh made no attempt to cross the room.

This was William’s play; let him make the first move, although the urge to run across the room in her stockinged feet and kiss him was almost overwhelming.

“Is there any booze in that fridge?” William nodded at the minifridge located under the bench.

“We are allowed four standard drinks per night. We place our orders with room service. I chose two gin miniatures and a two-serve bottle of Shiraz,” Leigh answered cooly.

“That won’t get us through the night,” William grinned and produced a half-pint of Bombay Sapphire from his fanny-pack.

“You're staying the night?” Leigh was surprised at William’s audacity.

“Well I can’t leave your room now until they bundle you onto the bus tomorrow to take you to court can I?” William smiled cheekily.

He put the bottle of gin down on the bench and walked across the room and pulled Leigh into his arms and she pressed herself against him feeling his cock harden against her as he pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. She could feel the outline of his erect penis through the spandex sports tights and she stroked the appendage gently and was rewarded with a gasp.

“I missed you,” he breathed when he came up for air.

“I missed you too,” Leigh admitted.

“But this is insane,” she added.

“It’s too late now. I’m in your room and I can’t leave until the morning,” William smiled into her beautiful eyes.

A frown furrowed Leigh’s forehead.

“I just realised something but it doesn’t matter right now. I wasn’t expecting company so let me take a minute to make myself presentable,” Leigh smiled at him mischievously.

“You look very presentable to me right now,” William squeezed her ass.

“Give a girl a minute to freshen up while you pour us a drink. I’d like a gin and tonic to start with,” Leigh extricated herself from William’s embrace and went into the bathroom.

There were some things that William didn’t need to know about. In this case that she hadn’t packed her douche. Why would she? It’s not like she was checking into a hotel for steamy sex. The only sex she had envisioned during her sequester was masturbation. But once again the spicy conversations overheard at the crossdresser gatherings she attended came to the rescue. One such conversation was how to make a homemade douche in an emergency when you weren't expecting to have sex.

Without going into details, Leigh was able to use a bottle of drinking water provided by the hotel in sealed plastic bottles, two of which were located on the bathroom vanity, to make an improvised douche. She removed her undergarments and the peignoir and performed the necessary functions then she dried herself, dressed and fixed her makeup a little, giving herself a seductive smoky eye and dabbing on some more Dior Poison from the little bottle in her cosmetics case.

As she was leaving the bathroom she snatched up a little bottle of moisturiser and a large bath towel. When she entered the main room William had dimmed the lights, pulled the shades, found some eighties ballads on the entertainment system and made himself comfortable on the couch. Leigh pulled back the coverlet on the bed, laid out the bath towel and put the bottle of moisturiser on the bedside table. She would have made a good girl scout: Be Prepared. Now that she had taken care of the practicalities she was feeling quite lecherous and she joined William on the couch.

They drank a glass of gin and tonic to settle their nerves, just luxuriating in being in each other’s company and Leigh was pouring another when William broke the silence.

“Come and sit in my lap,” he reached for Leigh and lifted her onto his lap.

Her soft rounded buttocks settled into his lap, her peignoir riding high on her thighs. She leaned in and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, tasting the gin and feeling his cock press against her buttocks. William put his arms around Leigh, pulling her close, feeling her body mould to his. Her lips were soft and inviting, her tongue languidly searching his mouth, her long fingers entwined in his hair, her fingernails softly scratching his scalp at the back of his neck.

William had taken quite the risk to be with Leigh in this hotel. If they were caught Leigh would be summarily dismissed from jury and Angelo’s chance of an acquittal would be severely compromised. William still didn’t understand his fascination with Leigh and had given up trying to rationalise it. Until he met her, William’s predilection had been for tall, vivacious and curvy blondes with little between their ears except a yearning for hard cash, expensive jewellery and clothing and the possibility of travel to an exotic destination. Neither he nor the women expected anything more from the relationship than sex.

But Leigh beguiled him. The impossibility of the situation only made him want her more. He knew that their relationship had developed quickly and was unique for both of them; he being Leigh’s first lover and Leigh being William’s first transgender lover, if that’s what she was. She was still very much in the closet and lived most of her life as Lee Saunders but William shut Lee out of his mind when he was with Leigh. It was as if Lee was no more than an inconvenient obstacle that was in the way of William being able to spend more time with Leigh.

He let these thoughts slip away and returned to the moment. For now he had Leigh to himself and he intended to enjoy every second they had together. He kissed her and held her tight.

The feel of this woman, the smell of her, the taste of her, was enchanting and bewitching. She was exotically different to any other woman he had met. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed and gently lowered her onto the bath towel she had laid on top of the sheets.

“You look hot in those tights and top. I never thought I’d be the type of girl who was attracted to a Mamil,” Leigh giggled like a schoolgirl and William adored her for it.

“Mamil?” William looked confused.

“Middle Aged Man In Lycra,” Leigh continued to giggle.

“Let me see what’s underneath,” Leigh extended her foot and rubbed her toes on the bulge in the crotch of William’s tights.

William looked at Leigh lying seductively on the bed and slowly stripped naked, making a show of it. Kicking off his running shoes and socks and slowly unpeeling his spandex sports top and finally his leggings. It was both comical and erotic. His cock stood out from his belly, semi-erect, a rope of silvery precum leaked from the eye.

Leigh reached out and caught the lubricious thread in her fingers and smeared his quivering rod with it, taking his cock in her delicate fingers, stroking it to full tumescence. She smiled up at him, her lips parted a little to show her perfect teeth, admiring the girth of William’s long slender phallus, feeling the silkiness of his shaft and the veins pulsing as his manhood grew in her hand.

William leaned down and kissed her, his hand straying to her ankle and slowly worked his way up her leg. His fingers slid along her translucent pantyhose, caressing the little wrinkles in her nylons at back of her knee and then continued up her thigh until he found the place where her thigh joined her torso. He knew that Leigh loved it when he stroked her there, so tantalisingly close to her pubis but far enough away to cause her to ache for him to fondle her genitals. She gasped and William’s fingers continued their journey until they found the lace edge of her black satin panties and then he paused.

He was kissing her softly the whole time, his lips pressed gently on hers, his tongue languidly exploring her mouth. Now the kiss became impassioned, hungry, his lips crushing hers, his tongue flickering in her sweet mouth. He joined her on the bed and Leigh scooched over so he could lie down beside her, pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her. Her hair tickled his cheek, her scent invaded his nostrils and her flat belly pressed on his aching cock which left a silvery trail of precum on her peignoir. She snaked one her legs over his body and softly skimmed it up and down his torso and his leg. William shivered with delight and stroked the long, gossamer-clad appendage.

His hand slid under her slip and cupped her buttocks, delighting in the feel of satin and lace. He squeezed her buttocks, then his fingers followed the lace edge and came to rest on the front of her panties and he felt her gasp as he stroked her there. Her cock was distending her pantyhose and panties and William grasped it and worked his fingers up and down her silken-clad appendage until a bead of precum burst through the bulging satin fabric.

Leigh massaged William’s cock, feeling it quiver, using the pre-ejaculate leaking from the eye to lubricate the shaft and the bulbous head. William purred contentedly and kissed Leigh while she stroked his cock and he played with her legs and her bottom, occasionally letting his hand drift across the front of her panties and feeling her shudder whenever he did so. He was in no rush and he enjoyed teasing her.

As much as Leigh was enjoying the foreplay she was ravenous for sex. Her dreams had been consumed with visions of her and William alone in her cell, enjoying each others bodies and she thought of him inside when she masturbated alone in this lonely hotel room. Now that he was here she intended to enjoy every inch of his body.

Leigh nibbled William’s earlobe then ran her tongue down his neck, pausing briefly to lap at his clavicle. His journey up and down the hotel stairwell in the skintight sports attire had made him sweat and his musky, manly perspiration mingled with his cologne. She loved the slight masculine funk he exuded and was glad that he hadn’t showered. His machismo amplified her feelings of femininity.

She continued her journey down his body and flittered her tongue on his nipples, nipping them softly one after the other. She heard him gasp and she smiled, raking her fingers across his hairy chest. She teased him, fondling his erection whilst she nipped his erect nipples and scraped her fingernails along his muscled chest.

William was becoming impatient. He had thought about this moment for days and he was craving release. There would be time for extended foreplay and canoodling later but right now he wanted Leigh to use her newly acquired skills to bring him to climax. He put his hands on Leigh’s head and gently pushed her face over his flat belly down into his groin.

William’s torso was hairy but his genitals were bald and smooth. Leigh deliberately bypassed his penis with her tongue and lapped at his scrotum feeling his testes roil as she kissed and coddled his furrowed flesh. She took his scrotum in her mouth and nursed it with her lips and tongue and William entwined his fingers in her hair and groaned. His cock juddered, bouncing against her nose.

She could feel his ache, his need, his wants, as she deliberately avoided touching his penis until William was squirming and writhing on the bed, trying to push Leigh’s mouth towards his steely rod.

“Please honey. I want you so much,” he mewled and Leigh smiled.

Leigh took his manhood in her mouth, opening wide, swallowing him until her lips closed around the base of his penis. She flicked her tongue along his glans, tasting the sweet-salty issuance of his pre-ejaculate.

“Oh yes my precious girl,” William sighed as Leigh began to fellate him.

Leigh adored him when he referred to her that way. She too was well aware of the impossibility of their relationship but for now she was just content to be with the man who had been her only real lover.

Leigh got up on her knees and crouched over William and he slipped his hands under her peignoir and stroked her thighs and caressed her haunches while she sucked his tender root. He traced a finger down the crease of her buttocks, admiring the pertness of her bottom clad in the tight gauzy satin. His hand drifted towards the front of her panties and he stroked her pubis. He smiled as he felt her cock quiver and her panties became wetter.

William’s cock was fully tumescent, quivering slightly when she ran her tongue along the fraenulum and worked her lips up and down the shaft and she could sense that William was impatient to fuck. He removed his hands from under slip and placed them on her hips, signalling his intent. Leigh obliged and reached out to the beside table and opened the little bottle of moisturiser and squeezed a dollop on her fingertips and pushed her hand down the back of her panties and pantyhose and worked the emollient into her sphincter.

William was stroking her buttocks whilst she performed this necessary task and when she removed her hand from inside her underwear and smiled down at him he slipped a hand inside her panties and tore a hole in the gusset of her pantyhose.

Leigh lifted her ass off him a little and eased his cock inside her panties and he slid his phallus into her tight, moist anus. Her sphincter slick with the moisturiser eased his passage and Leigh smiled down at him and wriggled her buttocks, feeling his rigid member quiver deep inside her rectum.

William pulled Leigh’s face to his and kissed her longingly, his cock buried deep inside this gorgeous woman, the hem of her silky slip tickling his belly, her sleek nylon-shrouded limbs pressing against his outer thighs, her hair tickling his face.

“Oh Christ Leigh, I’ve been dreaming of this for last few days,” William whispered; his mouth locked on hers.

Leigh slowly lifted her body until just the tip of William’s cock was still inside her, then she slowly lowered her body, impaling herself on his steely organ. She broke the kiss and threw back her head, leaning back whilst William gripped her hips and rose to meet her as she began to slowly fuck him.

William looked into Leigh’s face. It was beautiful, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in wanton lust as she rode him. He held her hips, easing her up off his cock and then pulling her down onto it. She shimmied her buttocks, squirming against him when her pubis slammed into his, her panties caressing his scrotal sac, her tight anus clutching at his turgid tool.

Leigh opened her eyes and smiled down at him and William felt a wave of passion and hunger envelop him. He pulled her face to his and kissed her passionately as began to fuck her harder. She pressed her body against his, meeting his thrusts, feeling his cock jackhammer in and out of her. Her cock was fully erect and her panties were moist and clammy and William smiled around the kiss, knowing that Leigh was as sexually aroused as he was and he held her even closer as he felt his orgasm beginning to build.

His cock slid in and out of her snug channel as Leigh moaned into his mouth encouraging him to fuck her harder and faster. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust upward and drove his cock deep inside her and voided his seed. Leigh felt Williams’ cock undulate as his pubis slammed into her buttocks. The stench of musky semen drifted from her crotch as William filled her with his scalding secretions.

Leigh’s prostate emitted a continuous ripple of intense pleasure that wracked her lower body and joined up with the explosive passion that radiated from her juddering cock. She freed her cock from its nylon prison and let her spunk spatter on William’s hairy belly as she furiously whipped her hand along the shaft.

William pulled her close, pulling her body tight against his, kissing her fervently, almost painfully, as his cock continued to shudder inside her, filling Leigh with his seed. He felt her cock quivering against his flesh, her scalding semen smearing his belly, matting his hair. The stench of her musky milt joining the odour of his own emissions as they dribbled from her clinching sphincter.

Leigh lay on top of him exhausted as William slowly came down from his orgasmic high. Their kisses became softer, tenderer and his grip on her became affectionate rather than needy. William was content to feel Leigh’s body on top of him, her lips softly kissing him, her silken-swathed legs pressing into his flanks.

They lay like that, exhausted and sated until the air conditioning cooled their bodies and then Leigh reluctantly eased her lower extremity away from his body and William’s cock slid out of her, his semen dribbled out of her, swamping her already moist panties. She climbed off him gingerly, her limbs aching a little from the exertion and modestly adjusted her slip as rose from the bed.

William lay on the bed, smiling contentedly in the afterglow while Leigh went into the bathroom, cleaned up and changed her panties. William went into the bathroom after her and emerged dressed in a hotel bathrobe and then he joined Leigh on the couch.

“So, you got yourself elected foreman of the jury,” William began to talk business.

“Well, Lee kinda got pushed into the role. Some jerk named Bob Rickenbacker tried to bully himself into the job and that enraged some of the other jurors plus it helped that some of the ladies on the jury are sweet on Lee,” Leigh spoke about her male persona as if he was another person.

“Bob is a building contractor and has already indicated his inclination to vote not guilty and some of the sheep on the jury are following him. He hates any form of government oversight and he’s a conspiracy theorist. If the Prosecutor hadn't run out of peremptory challenges he would have ditched him for sure,” Leigh finished her drink and poured them both another.

“So, maybe getting a not guilty verdict is not going to be all that hard,” William looked at Leigh over his glass.

“I’m more inclined to think a hung jury but we have yet to hear from the Defence,” Leigh said cautiously.

“Leigh honey, you are still my ace in the hole,” William smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to make sure things turn out our way,” Leigh smiled back at him.

“And after the trial? Have you given any thought to my proposition?” William took Leigh’s glass from her and held her hands in his.

“I don’t know. It’s so… so radical… so unconventional and almost impossible to think about,” Leigh admitted.

“It’s life changing and profound,” she continued.

“I wouldn’t have put it to you if I didn’t think we could seriously make it work,” William drew closer to Leigh.

“I don’t know what else to do. I never dreamed I would fall in love with you,” William looked deeply into Leigh’s eyes and witnessed her astonishment and awe.

Leigh dropped her glass. What William had just said to her was explosive. She began to cry and William pulled her into his arms.

“Don’t think about it now my love. You will have plenty of time after the trial to think about it and make a decision. Let’s just deal with the here and now. Come, let’s go to bed,” William whispered in Leigh’s ear.

The Verdict

But Leigh couldn’t help but think about it. It being that William Sauber had told her that he loved her. There was no doubt that Leigh felt something more than just lust for William but was it love? It was an impossible situation. Leigh was shackled with Lee, her male counterpart, who was the dominant owner of their shared psyche. Although Leigh was taking over their pneuma more and more it was Lee who provided for their shared spirit. Lee was the breadwinner. Lee was the father of two children. Lee had legal standing. Lee was a legitimate mortal entity. Leigh couldn’t exist on her own. Or could she?

The Defence countered the robust attack offered by the Prosecutor. The lawyers of Dewy, McGivern and Stern took turns trying to nullify the mountain of evidence against Angelo DeMarko and the trial became heated with many objections and sidebars. The jury became more interested in the case and was beginning to form two camps, one led by Bob Rickenbacker who firmly believed that Angelo DeMarko should be found not guilty and the other, mainly comprising the women on the jury, convinced of Angelo’s guilt.

Lee Saunders as jury foreman remained neutral for now. It would be Lee’s job to secure the outcome needed when the jury began their deliberations. Angelo DeMarko didn’t take the stand which disappointed not only the Prosector, who wanted a chance to go after him under oath, but also the jury and the press. The trial phase ended with a speech given by Judge Mandy Mirrin to the jury to deliberate only the facts in evidence and to leave their personal opinions at the door to the jury room.

It was time for Lee Saunders, a man who had spent his life convincing reluctant investors to spend millions of dollars of their hard-earned money based on his advice and advocacy, to convince the jury to vote for his cause.

It took two days of intense jury room arguments and deliberations before the court was informed that jury had reached a verdict. The courtroom was packed with lawyers, correspondents, supporters and detractors waiting to hear what the jury had to say. Angelo DeMarko sat staring straight ahead. On advice of council he tried to keep a neutral look on his face but he couldn’t suppress a smirk. His ace in the hole guaranteed a not guilty verdict or at least a hung jury. Either would suffice. William Sauber and Jack Dollarhyde sat in the first row behind the Defence table. Mister Bigelow sat in the driver’s seat of Angelo DeMarko’s town car outside the courthouse, ready to whisk his boss away.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” Judge Mandy Mirrin asked Lee Saunders who was standing in the jury box as the elected foreperson.

“We have Your Honour,” Lee handed the bailiff a piece of paper with the verdict written on it.

The bailiff took the paper to Judge Mirrin who opened the folded sheet of paper and frowned. She looked up at the jury and seemed to scan each of their faces individually.

“Is this verdict unanimous?” Judge Mirrin asked, her voice was edgy.

“It is your honour,” Lee replied, unable to look the judge squarely in the eye.

“What say you then, in this matter,” the judge finally asked.

“We the jury, find the Defendant, Angelo DeMarko, guilty on all counts of the indictment,” Lee Saunders announced.

Angelo DeMarko leapt from his chair with his fist raised in victory. Then it dawned on him what the foreman had actually said and he slumped in his chair, incredulous and unable to speak.

The courtroom erupted and Judge Mirrin rapped her gavel repeatedly until there was silence.

“Your ace in the hole is a dead man walking,” Jack Dollarhyde hissed at William Sauber then he stood up and leaned over the rail.

“I’ll take care of this boss,” Jack whispered in Angelo’s ear and stood up and left the courtroom.

Jack fought his way through the crowd to the town car.

“Where’s Angelo?” Mister Bigelow asked.

“Never mind. Take me to the safehouse. I need to arrange retribution and reign down fury and suffering unheard of. I’m going to bring hell to the likes of Lee Saunders and everyone he cherishes,” Jack Dollarhyde barked.

Mister Bigelow turned off the Long Island Expressway and somewhere along the quiet country road that led to Angelo’s safehouse Mister Bigelow turned in his seat and emptied a silenced nine millimetre Baretta into Jack Dollahyde’s body. Two other lynchpins known to be unconditionally loyal to Angelo DeMarko disappeared that day. With Angelo incarcerated for life it was time for a change at the top.

Five hundred thousand dollars appeared in an offshore numbered account in the name of Bob Rickenbacker and true to his word Bob didn’t spend any of it until the furore over the trial died down. He might have been a staunch Angelo DeMarko advocate but he was also a pragmatist.

As Angelo DeMarko’s number two man and Consigliere, William Sauber took control of the syndicate, calling the remaining Captains to a meeting where he declared that he was retiring from the crime syndicate and he nominated a strong but intelligent confidant to take on the role of Boss. Angelo would be incarcerated in a Supermax prison for the remainder of his life and Jack Dollarhyde would no longer be serving as Caporegime.

The next day Lee Saunders tendered his resignation at Braithwaite Capital. Lee had consolidated everything he had in the way of capital, investments and property and put it in a trust for his children. He told his ex-wife and children that he had no choice but to enter witness protection because of the threats he had received from the DeMarko crime family because of the verdict. Lee was not particularly heartbroken by this turn of events, which was of course a fabrication he and William had devised in Leigh’s cell in the safehouse and fleshed out later in the Leigh’s hotel room.

Lee’s family were only interested in his money and maintaining their current lifestyle and the stipend he left behind would take care of that. They didn’t even bother to say farewell in person.

For all intents and purposes Lee Saunders disappeared off the face of the earth. In fact Lee flew first class to Copenhagen on a false passport and popped up again in London six months later using another false but incontrovertible identity.

Endgame – London England – Present Day

A tall, curvy, middle-aged, blonde woman with wide hips and shoulders, a slim waist, buxom bottom, generous bosom and very long legs strode down the corridor. Her shoulder-length hair was impeccably coiffed and her makeup was perfect: smoky eyeliner and mascara, deep plum eyeshadow, a little rouge to emphasise her high cheekbones. Her wide, generous mouth was accentuated by bold red Maybelline Superstay lipstick. She was carrying a slim, stylish briefcase.

She wore a Dior dark pencil-skirted power suit, shimmery fleshtone nylons and black, four-inch, Christian Louboutin high heels which click-clacked on the polished marble floor. She bore more than a passing resemblance to the British actress Hannah Waddingham but she spoke with an American accent. She was humming the song Short Skirt/Long Jacket by Cake.

The four wealthy clients sitting around the conference room table stood up politely when she entered the room. A hint of her Dior Poison perfume pervaded the space she occupied and they all appraised her admiringly.

“Gentlemen, let me introduce to you my business partner and life companion, Leigh Cole,” William Sauber stepped from behind the dais and greeted the love of his wife with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Leigh took William’s place at the dais and spoke.

“Gentlemen, if you open the prospectus in front of you I will explain to you why investing your money with Cole – Sauber Capital is the smartest, astutest venture you will ever undertake,” Leigh began her spiel.

During the six months Leigh had spent in Europe she had undergone some feminisation surgery. Not that much actually: breast augmentation, a tracheal shave and a little facial treatment. She had begun taking female hormones and grown out her hair. She had no interest in undergoing bottom surgery and she remained fully functional in that regard.

William had extricated himself from the DeMarko crime family taking with him a generous stipend and guarantees that so long as he left the country there would be no retribution for removing Angelo DeMarko and taking out Angelo’s staunchest acolytes. The new regime had no interest in drawing attention to themselves and allowed William to disappear with the money and investments he had accumulated during his reign as Consigliere.

He had joined Leigh in Europe and purchased a new identity for her that was incontrovertible and would withstand the most rigorous scrutiny. Leigh wanted to keep her first name and William’s expert in identity manipulation had found a ‘Leigh Cole’ who had died young in a small midwestern town and would be about the same age as Leigh Saunders and created Leigh’s new identity.

William had acquired the necessary visas and had undertaken the legal, tax and commercial intricacies required to register Cole – Sauber Capital with Companies House and opened their office in a swank London tower, hiring local talent. He purchased a nice apartment overlooking the Thames and he and Leigh had set up house and worked hard and were assimilating nicely into the London scene.

Leigh made no secret of the fact that she was transgender but resolutely refused to talk about her life before transitioning which all their friends thought was understandable.

They are living happy ever after, proof that a fairytale can emerge from a nightmare.

Mister Bigelow was installed as Caporegime of what was once known as the DeMarko crime syndicate and is a man known to use actions rather than words. He is happily married with two young children.

The End