A Girl Forgotten - Chapter 2

Camden, New Jersey – The Day After Shareen Aziz’s Assassination

Julie Sanderson came through the kitchen door into the bright, airy kitchen that overlooked a neatly trimmed lawn and well-kept garden. She was panting and flushed, having just completed her five mile run and Tommy Lomax was waiting for her, still dressed in his bathrobe and slippers. Tommy had been up late working a murder case with his partner Jack Shepard.

Tommy was dark-haired and handsome with deep brown eyes. He was lean and muscled, his skin pale except for his arms, legs and face which were tanned. His chest was scarred by little pockmarks of silvery flesh. There were other old scars on his torso and his upper arms and legs. Except for Julie, very few people knew that those scars had been inflicted on him by an abusive father.

Julie was dressed in black lycra leggings, a pink body-hugging short-sleeved spandex sports top and Addidas running shoes. She was a tall woman even in her running shoes. She was slim, with pert breasts and long shapely legs. She wasn't pretty but she had an interesting face, her nose was a little crooked and her mouth was too wide. Her piercing green eyes were her best feature along with her full lips. Her emerald-green eyes were framed by a brunette, shoulder-length blunt-cut bob. She smiled at Tommy who was leaning with his back against the breakfast bar drinking a cup of coffee and his face lit up. Tommy was head over heels in love with Julie.

“Hi gorgeous,” he put down his coffee and reached for her.

Julie slipped out of his grasp before he got a hold of her and turned her back to him, pressing her belly against the kitchen sink, looking out the window while she ran the cold water for a while before filling the drinking glass she had taken from the drying rack. Tommy pressed himself against her back and Julie could tell that he had opened his robe and that he was sans underwear. His cock pressed against her ass.

“I don’t feel gorgeous at the moment honey. I’m hot, sweaty and tired from my run,” Julie spoke to the windowpane where she could see Tommy’s reflection.

He had that look in his eyes.

Tommy reached around and cupped her breasts through the spandex top and ground his cock against her buttocks.

“I missed you last night. I had to spend the night with that fat-fuck Jack Shepard sitting in an unmarked surveillance vehicle listening to Jack whine and fill the car with farts,” Tommy nibbled on her ear and felt her nipples harden.

“Then let me go and we can climb in the shower together,” Julie tried in vain to remove Tommy’s hands from her tits.

“But you look so hot and sexy dressed in lycra and you know I love it when you wear those tights,” Tommy continued to nuzzle her, grind his cock against her buttocks and fondle her breasts.

He slipped a hand between her legs and found her penis pressed against her perineum kept in place by the tight lycra. From the front she presented a perfect Vee between her legs which she knew that most men looked at when she ran by them; that and her tits. Men were such animals she thought… but she appreciated being appreciated.

Tommy found her penis was semi-erect. The feeling of his cock against her ass and the fingers of his left hand tweaking her nipples while his right hand stroked her cock through her tights was having the desired effect.

“Ok Tommy you win,” Julie bent over and presented her ass to her husband.

Tommy grinned as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her tights and pulled them down to the top of her thighs, exposing her perky, white, unblemished, buttocks. Julie’s cock sprang free and Tommy began to stroke it while Julie Kegelled and allowed her testes to descend and fill her scrotal sac. She groaned as Tommy eased his cock between her buttocks and she reached behind and positioned his cock against her sphincter. She smiled to herself when she grabbed Tommy’s phallus and discovered that he had greased it. He’d planned this and had been waiting for her to return. He loved to fuck her in unconventional spaces: in the car, in an elevator, in the woods, once in her father’s gardening shed when they were visiting her parent’s place.

She gritted her teeth as Tommy gripped her hips and pushed his cock inside her all the way, taking his time, letting her anus accommodate his pre-lubricated erection. When he was fully inside Julie he slipped a hand inside her top and began to massage her breasts while he stroked her cock to full tumescence with the other.

“Tommy you are such a deviate,” Julie gasped as Tommy began to fuck her with long slow strokes.

“But you love me anyway,” he nuzzled her neck and she twisted her head sideways so that he could kiss her mouth.

Julie wriggled her buttocks as a response and pushed back against him, slipping her tongue into his mouth briefly before nipping his bottom lip with her teeth.

“Oh you you’re going to pay for that you hussy!” Tommy gasped and stroked her cock harder and faster using her precum as lubricant as he ploughed his cock in and out of her ass.

“Oh, god yes! Fuck me Tommy!” all semblance of decorum disappeared as Tommy’s cock lit up the sensitive nerves in her sphincter and anus and a deep throbbing resonance began to radiate from Julie’s prostate.

Tommy felt Julie’s anus undulate, a trick she told him she had learned from another transgender woman with whom she had had a brief fling. Her anal cavity gripped and released his penis as it thrust in and out of her tight passage. His cock was fully engorged and throbbing and close to extremis. His scrotum slapped against her soft creamy buttocks. He slowed down a little waiting for Julie to catch up.

She was breathing deeply and erratically, little whimpering noises coming from her mouth. When her hard cock began to quiver in his grasp Tommy jackhammered his cock in and out of her slick passage, feeling her anus palpitate, milking him of his seed as her cock erupted in his hand, her semen spattering on the tiled floor.

Tommy leaned over her, panting, nuzzling her earlobe, spent and satisfied, his cock still buried in her ass and Julie turned her head again to kiss him.

“Oh my god! Mrs Brackenridge is looking at us over the back fence,” Julie burst out laughing.

“She can’t see what’s happening below the window sill. She thinks that we are just making out like any married couple who love each other,” Tommy waved at Mrs Brackenridge and the old woman smiled and waved back.

“Come take a shower with me sweetheart and if that little blue pill you took this morning is still working we can go again. I’m leaving this afternoon for Balwyn Texas,” Julie did another Kegel and this time Tommy’s cock slipped out of her anus.

She took it in hand and led him to the bathroom by his cock.

“What’s happening in Balwyn Texas?” Tommy asked.

“You wanna fuck me again in the shower or you wanna talk shop?” Julie squeezed Tommy’s cock and felt it begin to engorge.

She had her answer.

“So Balwyn?” Tommy lay on the bed watching Julie pack her suitcase and hand luggage.

“Remember I told you about Shareen Aziz and our concerns regarding his links to the Lebanese Mafia?” Julie took a skirt-suit from the wardrobe and put it in a garment bag.

“Sure, you said that the FBI suspects that the Lebanese Mafia is making inroads into the drug trade,” Tommy suppressed a yawn.

He was tired from the overnight surveillance duty and the vigorous sex.

“Well Aziz was assassinated in a nightclub-cum-bordello in Balwyn Texas. At the time he was fucking a transgender prostitute who also got hit. We think the killers left her for dead but she survived. I’m joining up with the local PD to investigate the case,” Julie said and waited for Tommy to react.

Julie Sanderson had been a detective in the NYPD and because of her investigative skills and insight into the LGBTI community had been pigeonholed into working almost any crime involving transgender women, usually sexual assault cases. She had met Tommy when she had been assigned to work alongside him investigating the murder of transgender prostitute who was the progeny of a State Senator. At first they had clashed and hated each other but it turned out that they had more in common than either of them thought at the time and the case had brought them close. So close in fact that Tommy, once a transphobic misogynist, had mellowed and become enlightened and they had fallen hopelessly in love with each other and had eventually married.*

The case had been high profile and Julie’s heroism and investigative skills had been brought to the attention of the FBI who had recruited her. She had moved in with Tommy and they married and settled in Camden but her duties required her to travel extensively.

“So as soon as a transgender woman is involved, the FBI bring in their TG poster girl,” Tommy growled.

“You know it’s not like that Tommy. I’ve been working in the organised crime division, specifically investigating the resurgence of the Lebanese Mafia. It just so happens that the witness is a transgender girl. Even you have to admit that I’m the perfect agent to assign to this case,” Julie sat on the bed and held Tommy’s hand.

“Well, you are perfect, that’s for sure,” Tommy pulled Julie to him and kissed her softly, careful not to spoil her lipstick.

“I’ve got to finish packing, my car will be here soon. I’ll call you from Balwyn,” Julie stood up and smoothed out her skirt.

Tommy was asleep before she had even left the bedroom.

Balwyn City Hospital – Trauma Recovery Ward

The FBI Lear stopped at Austin, which as well as being the location of FBI headquarters in Texas, was also the city closest to Balwyn. Julie was driven to the Federal Building and given an update on the situation in Balwyn. Caprice Capshaw was still sedated and Detective Bobby Keen from the Balwyn PD had been assigned as Julie’s liaison and partner. He was stationed bedside and uniformed officers were providing security at the hospital. Darnell DeAngelo and Lester Slocum had both attempted to visit Caprice but had been turned away.

Darnell DeAngelo had had to be restrained when he was denied access to the hospital and had yelled: “Hey! Where my girl chin-nuts at? She belong to me!” before being evicted from the property. Julie was given a final briefing and handed a slim file on Caprice Capshaw and a thicker file on Lester Slocum to read on the plane. Cameron Capshaw, AKA Caprice Capshaw, was to be interrogated as to the identity of the assassins who had murdered Shareen Aziz and if possible to be enlisted as a confidential informant and sent back to work for Lester Slocum.

Julie read the files on the small commuter plane. A file on Detective Bobby Keen had been added to the bundle of paperwork she had stuffed in her briefcase before leaving the Federal Building in Austin. Julie knew that Bobby had worked a case sometime in the past with Tommy Lomax before Julie had met her husband. Some kind of joint task force. She would call Tommy from Balwyn and see what Tommy thought of him. When the plane landed she put her belongings in the trunk of an unmarked FBI vehicle and went straight to the hospital.

She met Bobby Keen outside Caprice’s room in the trauma recovery ward and quickly decided to use the tried and true ‘good cop – bad cop’ routine on Caprice, whom the doctors had said would likely regain consciousness within the hour. Bobby had gone in first and tried his bad cop, even referring to Caprice as ‘chin-nuts’ and hadn’t got far when Julie joined him as good cop and had tried to empathise with Caprice but that hadn’t worked out either. Caprice had seen right through them but at least they had Caprice’s backstory.

While Caprice ate, Julie and Bobby swapped the cigarette back and forth and considered their next move. Julie contacted an FBI analyst to search for anything useful on Travis and Deanna Capshaw, Caprice’s parents, and also Lyle Pendleton.

“Ok we’ve tried psychological negotiation tactics to get her to talk. Now we go with plan B,” Julie sighed.

“We have a plan B?” Bobby Keen stubbed out the cigarette they had been sharing.

“We have a plan B,” Julie smiled at Bobby and squeezed his arm.

Julie told Bobby about her plan B.

They returned to the trauma ward, nodded at the cop stationed at the door, and entered Caprice’s room. She was sitting up in bed with a scowl on her face watching the orderly remove her food tray. She had drank more water hoping to rinse the taste of locum from her mouth because it kept evoking thoughts of her lying under Shareen’s body covered in his blood.

“Hey, Mutt and Jeff are back,” Caprice looked defiantly at Bobby and Julie.

Julie ignored the sleight and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Do you see the cop standing outside your door?” Julie nodded towards the entrance to the room.

Caprice ignored her.

“He’s not here to keep you in. He’s here to keep people out. There are other cops positioned strategically around the hospital. They are also here to keep you safe,” Caprice still didn’t respond but the wheels in her head were turning.

“We don’t expend those kind of resources on a tranny hooker unless we have good reason,” Bobby chimed in and Julie flashed him a withering look.

“You were supposed to die in that big bed alongside Shareen Aziz. The people who assassinated Shareen didn’t want to leave any witnesses but they fucked up. They must have seen you unconscious and covered in Shareen’s blood and brains and thought they had killed you. You are one lucky girl,” Julie gave Caprice a wan smile.

“You are expendable Caprice. I’m going to extrapolate that you were used as bait to lure Shareen into that room so he could be killed. You understand what I mean by extrapolate?” Julie asked.

“I didn’t finish high school but I’m not an idiot, ok,” Caprice sniped.

“Lester Slocum and Darnell DeAngelo came to the hospital to see you but we turned them away. They weren't carrying chocolates or flowers and Darnell referred to you as chin-nuts. Do you really think they came here to wish you well?” Bobby interjected.

“I think they came here to either finish the job or to warn you to keep your mouth shut,” Julie added before Caprice could reply.

Caprice wasn’t stupid. She knew damn well that Darnell and Lester had come to the hospital to see if she was going to survive her wounds and if she was, to tell her to keep her trap shut. She thought it highly unlikely that they had come here to ‘finish the job’. Whoever killed Shareen Aziz would wait until she was out of police custody before taking her out. That scared her because she had, if only briefly, seen the faces of the two assassins.

“I’m still not talking,” Caprice said defiantly.

“Well this place isn’t really conducive to conversation. We’re going to take you somewhere else to continue this discussion,” Julie smiled.

“A safehouse?” Caprice asked.

“She’s not as dumb as she looks,” Bobby chuckled.

“We’ll get you some clothes and use the back entrance,” Julie patted Caprice’s hand, the one handcuffed to the bed.

“You know all about taking things in the back entrance. If you’re a good girl we might let you suck a few cocks on the way out. Some of these patients look like they need a good cheering up,” Bobby continued his bad cop charade.

Caprice just stuck her tongue out at him. Julie took her phone out of her jacket and went over to the corner of the room and had a long conversation.

Caprice’s extraction was not a complicated process but first off Julie had a heated discussion with the hospital administrator. The administrator was not happy and she argued rightly that giving up a hospital bed just so that the cops could pretend that Caprice was still in the trauma ward was a waste of valuable resources. Julie compromised and agreed that the hospital could put any female patient they wanted in the room currently occupied by Caprice but the hospital records were to reflect that Caprice was still the patient in the bed. The cop was to remain stationed outside the room and other cops would come and go, pretending to provide security to maintain the charade.

Caprice was unhooked from the IV and Julie and Bobby were given advice regarding how to care for her wound from the surly doctor who Bobby had berated earlier. Julie helped Caprice dress in hospital scrubs and when they were ready Caprice was walked out of the rear entrance of the hospital and bundled into Julie’s unmarked sedan. She was placed in the rear of the vehicle where the doors and windows were locked once she was belted in.

Caprice sulked throughout the journey complaining about having to wear the shapeless scrubs and whining that her arm hurt. Julie didn’t engage with her and fiddled with her phone. Bobby was driving and he turned up the volume on the country music station which gave Caprice something else to whine about but drowned out her whinging. Julie changed the radio at the top of the hour to the local all-news station. The second headline story was as follows:

A man was killed two nights ago at the Bedazzled nightclub in downtown Balwyn. Reports are sketchy but it’s believed the man was shot by two unknown assailants in what is believed to be a drug deal gone bad. No names or further details have been released by the authorities but our crime reporter says an inside informant has advised him that a woman is being treated for gunshot wounds at Balwyn hospital who may have witnessed the crime. She is reported as being in a serious but stable condition. Now for the crop and cattle prices, we go to our agricultural reporter Jessie…

Julie turned off the radio.

“I wonder who that inside informant might have been?” Bobby said sarcastically.

“Hey, we control the news and we control the information flow. Lester Slocum will think that Caprice is still in hospital and if he sends anyone to go snooping around they will see the security detail outside the hospital room where they will think Caprice is still recovering,” Julie quipped.

It was getting on dusk when the car pulled up next to a freestanding farmhouse on the outskirts of Balwyn. From the road the safehouse looked just like the other farmhouses scattered along that stretch of backroad but it was fitted with high-tech surveillance equipment including cameras and movement sensors and the walls and windows were built from bulletproof materials. There were clear lines of fire from the upstairs windows that covered the whole perimeter.

Caprice was led inside, taken to the kitchen-diner and told to sit. She sat in the chair and sulked while Julie and Bobby turned on the lights, activated the security system and made a few phone calls.

“You stay inside the house unless one of us is with you. All the external doors and windows are securely locked and only Bobby and I have the codes and keys to open them. You’re safe here and we can talk without interruption or anyone else listening in,” Julie said.

“I told you I didn’t see anything and I ain’t saying anything. I want out of these scrubs and I want some real clothes,” Caprice hissed.

Julie didn’t answer her, she got busy on her phone while Bobby checked the weapons in the small arsenal kept in a large gun safe.

“Go and have a shower and then I’ll dress your wound and make you comfortable. Your bedroom is at the last one on the right at the top of the stairs.” Julie replied.

“I’m getting some things delivered to make you feel comfortable. There are toiletries and a bathrobe in the bathroom,” Julie made a shooing motion.

Caprice made a face but she was looking forward to taking a shower.

While Caprice was upstairs an unmarked van arrived at the farmhouse and dropped off suitcases, fresh provisions and other necessary requisites to keep the three occupants comfortable. Bobby and Julie lugged everything inside and the van left.

“Courtesy of the FBI,” Julie smiled at Bobby.

“We did this on the fly. The house has plenty of dry provisions, the Wi-Fi is secure and the bedding is fresh but we need to be comfortable because we don’t know how long we will be staying. I arranged some clothes for Caprice,” Julie tapped a suitcase with her toe.

“Clothing is important to her at this stage of her transition. She will want to present as feminine as possible to reinforce her gender identity. You can drop the bad cop act too, we need to get her onside and cooperating. The other suitcase was packed by agents who went to your house. There was nobody at home so they just packed what they thought you needed. Is there anyone you need to call?” Julie asked.

“No wife. No girlfriend. Well not a girlfriend who needs to know that I won’t be home for a while. We’re more friends with benefits, if you know what I mean,” Bobby grabbed his suitcase and made his way to the stairs.

“You organised all this on the way here?” Bobby paused at the bottom of the staircase.

“Yep, I’m a multi-tasker,” Julie smiled at him.

“I can see why Tommy fell for you. You got the looks, the ass and the legs and you’ve got a brain too,” Bobby gave her a cheeky grin.

“Thank you for the compliment Detective Keen; if that’s what it was. Is that misogynist dinosaur thing an act or are you really like that?” Julie replied, furrowing her brows.

“I guess we are going to have plenty of time to find out,” Bobby chuckled and then grunted as he lugged his heavy suitcase upstairs.

Julie took her suitcase in one hand and her garment bag in the other and took them upstairs to her room and then came down for the last suitcase which was filled with items for Caprice. She took it up to Caprice’s room and knocked gently on the door before entering. The room smelled of bath soap and deodorant. Caprice was sitting on the bed dressed in a bathrobe. Julie sat down on the bed next to Caprice.

“We have to dress that wound,” Julie gently peeled the wet dressing off Caprice’s upper arm.

The doctors had done a good job stitching up the wound and it was no longer bleeding but looked red and angry. Caprice had lost a lot of blood and the doctors had put her under anaesthesia temporarily, partly because of the gunshot trauma but mostly because when she came into the hospital she was in shock and kept kicking and fighting and behaving outrageously. It was the only way they could get her into surgery.

“So you’re still playing good cop. Dressing my wound and generally being nice to me, relying on us both being transgender as a means of sisterhood,” Caprice commented dryly.

“Look. You told us about your past, the abusive relationships you’ve had and are still in. I can’t imagine how bad things must be for you, relying on selling yourself and dealing drugs to pay for your transition. My life hasn’t been that bad, except for one really bad experience when I was in college,” Julie unconsciously fingered the scars on her wrist.

“Four guys raped me at a frat party and it took me a while to get over it. I whored around a little, nothing like what you do of course but I was promiscuous. I have loving parents and they supported me and I got over it and made a life for myself and now I am married to a man that I love. You can put this life behind you Caprice. I can get you out. Get you into witness protection. Get you on proper meds and even help you get surgery if you that’s what you want,” Julie stroked Caprice’s arm.

“All I have to do is become a rat,” Caprice removed Julie’s hand from her arm.

“You owe those people nothing Caprice. They used you. They betrayed you,” Julie continued regardless.

“What’s in the suitcase?” Caprice changed the subject.

“I have some clothes for you in this suitcase. I sent a female officer shopping for you. She guessed your sizes based on the silver dress and high heels that were entered into evidence. There’s makeup and other stuff to make you comfortable too,” Caprice’s face brightened at the news.

“I told her to buy you girly stuff, you know, dresses, skirts, blouses, stuff like that. I know how important it was for me to present as feminine as possible before I had my feminisation surgery,” Julie tried again to stroke Caprice’s arm.

“Well they did a good job on you. I took you for a lipstick lesbian when you first walked into that hospital room,” Caprice admitted.

“Thank you… I guess,” Julie blushed.

“Do you still have your cock or do you have a designer vagina?” Caprice grinned evilly and Julie removed her hand from Caprice’s arm.

“That’s a little too personal. I’ll leave you alone to go through the suitcase and get dressed. You're probably dog tired and ready for bed,” Julie stood up and smoothed out her skirt.

“Also I had the policewoman retrieve your clutch from evidence. Of course the cellular phone has been removed but everything else should be there,” Julie changed the subject.

“What’s the story with bad cop? He’s a cool drink of water. Is he fuckin’ you?” Caprice sniped.

“I never met Bobby until I came to Balwyn so I’ve known him for as long as you have. His name is Bobby Keen by the way,” Julie replied icily.

“Well send him up next and maybe I’ll throw him a freebie,” Caprice laughed evilly.

“We’re professionals Caprice. We are trying to help you help yourself,” Julie sniped back.

“You want me to rat out Lester Slocum and Darnell DeAngello. You don’t give a fuck about me,” Caprice reached for the suitcase.

Julie left the room thinking, ‘We want you to do a lot more than that. We want to send you back into the lion’s den’.

Caprice opened the suitcase. The first thing she did was snatch her clutch out of the suitcase and opened it. Her ‘essentials’ were still in there except for her burner phone: a soft pack of Marlboro menthol lights, a lighter, a pack of Extra chewing gum, a small tube of KY jelly, the key to her apartment, a small atomiser of Dior Poison perfume and a twenty. She snatched up the cigarettes and lit one and explored the rest of the contents of the case.

Julie hadn’t lied. Inside were a couple of skirts and blouses, two dresses, a pair of lycra leggings, two pairs of heels, underwear, sleepwear and a complete makeup and grooming kit. She upended the suitcase on the bed and rifled through the contents. The makeup and grooming kits went on the antique vanity and the clothes went into the wardrobe. She sat on the padded chair in front of the vanity and laid out the makeup and grooming essentials while she finished her cigarette, taking crude delight in stubbing out the cigarette on the varnished wooden vanity top and flicking the butt in the general direction of the waste bin in the corner.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked haggard and older than her twenty years. She could still see a little ‘boy’ in herself and organised the makeup in front of her, wishing she had something to drink. In the room closest to the top of the stairs Julie was unpacking while down below Bobby was putting the fresh provisions into the refrigerator and making coffee.

Julie sat on the bed took out her phone and called Tommy. After the pleasantries she asked Tommy what he knew about Bobby Keen.

“Bobby Keen is your Balwyn PD liaison? Fuck!” Tommy bellowed into the phone so loud that Julie had to hold it away from her ear.

“I worked with that fuck on a joint taskforce a few years ago. He’s a drunk and a lecher,” Tommy growled.

“But is he a good cop?” Julie asked.

“He’s a fucking good cop but don’t let him get close to you or anyone else who wears a skirt and keep an eye on his drinking,” Tommy sighed.

Julie and Tommy talked for a quite while about domestic issues and a forthcoming vacation. Meanwhile Caprice had finished her hair and makeup and had dressed and was preening in front of a full-length mirror fitted to the wardrobe door.

“I look fuckin’ hot!” she smiled at her reflection.

She snatched up her clutch and made her way downstairs.

“Fuck me, you look a lot better than the harried waif I met in the hospital,” Bobby looked Caprice up and down and liked what he saw.

She was wearing a long-sleeved white satin blouse and tight-fitting red skirt that showed a lot of leg. Said legs were clad in glossy tan pantyhose and her feet shod in red high heels. Her shoulder length light-brunette hair had retained the wavy do she had done at the hairdresser before she went to Bedazzled. Her makeup was heavy but expertly applied and Bobby’s cock thickened slightly and he had to reminded himself that he was dealing with a material witness and a potential CI.

“Is there anything to drink in this place?” Caprice’s heels click clacked on the tiled floor as she strode across the kitchen diner.

“There’s coffee,” Bobby said brusquely, reaching for the coffee pot.

Caprice flounced into a chair, briefly flashing her red satin panties and Bobby caught a glimpse and Caprice saw him looking and smiled inwardly. Julie came down the stairs, her own heels making that same click clack sound and Bobby turned to look at her as she descended that last few runners. Being cooped up with these two hot women, one a sophisticated mature alluring FBI agent, the other a young, overtly sexualised prostitute was going to play havoc with his self-control. At least their perfumes didn’t clash, they were both wearing Dior Poison.

“I’ll take a cup too,” Julie took a seat across the table from Caprice.

“I thought you might be dressed for bed?” Julie said to Caprice.

“Your friend did a good job whoever she is. The stuff in that suitcase is better than anything I have at home. Thought I might wear something nice after having to wear those horrible hospital scrubs,” Caprice stifled a yawn.

“Anyone hungry. I could cook something,” Bobby brought the coffee over to the table.

“Not me. That hospital food I had earlier is stuck in my craw. But I could use a drink though,” Caprice took a sip of coffee.

Julie shook her head. She’d eaten on the plane and was too worked up to think of food.

“Ok, what about this?” Bobby got up and went to the pantry and came back with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey and poured a generous nip in his coffee.

Caprice held out her cup and Bobby poured and then held the bottle over Julie’s coffee cup but Julie shook her head.

“Caprice, I’d like to…” Julie began to speak but Caprice shut her down.

“I’ll tell you what, lady cop. Why don’t you just leave whatever you have to say until tomorrow. Me and Bobby here can get our drink on and then I’ll go to bed and sleep on it and we can start over. I have a lot of thinking to do,” Caprice swallowed her coffee and held out her cup for more whiskey.

“No one is getting their drink on. You two can have one more drink and that’s it. I’ll take the first watch until four AM, I still have a lot of work to do and calls to make,” Julie said in an authoritative tone; there was no doubt that she was in charge.

Bobby poured a generous nip in his and Caprice’s cups and put the bottle away then joined the two women at the table. Caprice downed her drink and stood up.

“Well looks like I dressed for a party that isn’t happening. I might as well go to bed,” she said in a whiney voice.

“I still think you don’t realise how much danger you're in,” Julie sighed at Caprice.

“Jeeze, you’re like a broken record. I’m heading up,” Caprice made her way to the stairs and Julie and Bobby watched her leave.

“The FBI must work late if you’ve still got calls to make,” Bobby said to Julie who was busy booting up a laptop on the small dining table.

“Rust never sleeps and neither do the Feebies,” Julie concentrated on the screen.

“What do think? Maybe I should try being the good-cop,” Bobby went over and took the bottle of Jack out of the pantry and collected two glasses from a cabinet and nodded in the direction of the stairs.

Julie considered the ethics of what Bobby was surreptitiously proposing. During, what the press had called the Fleur-de-lis murder case, she and Tommy had veered well over the line of ethical behaviour to solve the crime. The FBI had pretty much given Julie free reign to do whatever was necessary to get Caprice to identify the killers and to turn her into a CI. Cops often looked the other way and bent the rules to keep their CIs providing them with meaningful intelligence.

“You go on up. This place is like Fort Knox and I doubt that whoever Slocum is working with has any idea where we are,” Julie said resignedly.

“You sure?” Bobby was actually asking for tacit consent.

“I think she likes you. You might do better than me,” Julie replied and then buried her face in the laptop screen.

Bobby made his way upstairs where Caprice was lying on the bed, her back against headboard and one leg drawn up, listening to the stairs creak as Bobby ascended, half-expecting Bobby to visit her. Julie had tried to turn her, now Bobby would try. Caprice had survived on the streets long enough to figure out the strategies of those who wanted something desperately. She had her clutch on the bed beside her and was considering lighting up another cigarette when she heard Bobby’s footsteps stop outside her door.

Bobby tapped lightly on Caprice’s door and entered her room. He was carrying the bottle of Jack and two glasses and Caprice’s face lit up when she saw the booze. The room was lit only by the bedside lamp and Caprice remained silent as Bobby dragged the chair from the vanity over next to the bed and sat facing Caprice and handed her a glass. He filled their glasses with generous nips and put the bottle on the bedside table where he noticed the half-used tube of KY Jelly and briefly considered what it was doing there.

Down below in the kitchen-diner Julie heard the scrape of the chair being dragged across the floorboards and gave a wry smile. If Bobby could turn Caprice the lapse in protocol would be worth it.

“Thanks,” Caprice said.

“Bottoms up,” Bobby smiled at her and chinked his glass against hers.

“Is now when you make some snide comment about me spending most of my day with my bottom up?” Caprice took a sip of the golden liquor.

“Nah, we’ve decided to can the good cop – bad cop bullshit. It obviously isn’t working,” Bobby took a sip of his drink.

“That’s quite a story you told us back in the hospital. You’ve had a very torrid life,” Bobby broke the ice.

“Not as bad as some of the girls working the streets in the freezone. Is this where you become all compassionate and try to use sympathy to get me to talk?” Caprice looked at Bobby over the rim of her glass.

“Nah, I just wanted someone to drink with. Julie’s on guard duties and she’s busy working,” Bobby smiled at Caprice who gave him a droll smile in return.

“She’s pretty hot in that skirt suit. All sort of business bitch. I asked her if you two were fucking and she said no. You got something against trans women?” Caprice drained her glass and waggled it at Bobby for a refill.

“I only just met her. Besides she’s married to a colleague,” Bobby topped off Caprice’s glass.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Caprice smiled at him again.

“I have nothing against transgender women, not that I’ve met that many. The slurs and taunting were all part of my act. The act obviously didn’t work,” Bobby topped off his own glass and offered Caprice a smoke and took one for himself.

They smoked in silence for a while, the tension between them building.

Caprice’s tight-fitting red skirt had ridden up her thighs a little and her blouse was open to the second button, showing off the red brassiere that cupped her small breasts. Bobby’s eyes were drawn to her long legs sheathed in the glossy tan pantyhose. He was fascinated by the little wrinkles in the nylon at the back of her knee and around her ankle of the leg she had dawn up. Caprice exuded sexuality with her heavy eye makeup, full red lips and tousled hair. Bobby got up and found a crystal dish and brought it over to the desk so they could use it as an ashtray.

“You ever work the freezone?” Caprice broke the silence.

“Back when I was in uniform I worked the pussy-patrol a few times. Don’t think I ever had the pleasure of meeting you, probably before your time,” Bobby filled the glasses again

“You ever cop a freebee? A lot of the cops down there ask for a freebees,” Caprice gave Bobby a salacious grin.

“I’ll take the fifth thanks Miss,” Bobby actually blushed.

“Yeah… you took a freebee or two in your time,” Caprice smiled and held out her glass and they drank some more and as the booze kicked in Bobby became more fascinated with the pretty young trans woman lying on the bed only inches away from him.

Caprice saw Bobby checking her out although he tried his best to be coy.

“You ever fuck a transwoman?” Caprice asked brazenly.

“You have no filter do you?” Bobby replied.

“You sized me up as soon as you saw me in hospital. Pretty, young trans prostitute who sells her ass and sells drugs to get by. Then you hear my story and you pretend to feel sorry for me because men use me. But you and Miss skirtsuit downstairs are really no different. You both want something from me and you're trying to buy it, offering me protection and other inducements if I become a rat,” Caprice held out her glass for another drink.

“It seems all of the men in your life have used you,” Bobby topped off her glass.

“Oh, I’m no innocent. I used Brad Bilson to get free booze and smokes so I could impress those dumb-ass goth guys. I used Lyle Pendleton to get money and to get back at my mom. It was inevitable that we would get caught. I even used Lester Slocum to some extent. I didn’t have to go into that back room and fuck that Shareen guy but I wanted the extra money. I get used and I use people back. Every john that pays me for sex is using me but I’m using them too. Don’t try and paint me as a victim,” Caprice took a long pull on her drink.

“I know that I’m pretty and sexy and street smart and I use those assets to the best of my ability,” Caprice gave Bobby a cheeky grin.

“I see you looking at me. I’m posing myself here on the bed in front of you showing off my legs and little titties and you're looking and you're thinking,” Caprice smiled blithely at Bobby.

When Bobby had been in uniform he had taken freebies from the girls working the streets in the freezone. It was almost a right of passage for new cops on the beat. He’d fucked his fair share of prostitutes but never a trans girl. He’d let the trannies blow him but he’d always turned down coitus. That was a line he was unwilling to cross no matter how convincing and pretty they might have been.

But there was something captivating about Caprice. It wasn’t just her youth and beauty and allure. He thought that she was as hard as a diamond but somehow also fragile as fine crystal; easily broken. Despite her demeanour and vulgarity he was drawn to her.

“You gonna make a pass at me?” she asked causing Bobby to choke a little on his drink.

“It’s completely inappropriate for a police officer to engage in a sexual relationship with a material witness,” Bobby replied after a short coughing fit.

“Yeah, ok, whatever,” Caprice stubbed out her cigarette.

“So… you wanna fuck or not?” Caprice gave him a wicked smile.

Bobby wrangled only briefly with his conscience and the ethics of the proposal. Both she and Julie knew that when Bobby went upstairs with the bottle of bourbon that he was going to try to induce Caprice to cooperate using unethical means. The question was… how unethical?

Bobby put his cigarette down in the crystal dish and reached out and touched Caprice on the ankle. His fingertips traced the little wrinkles in her nylons that had so fascinated him. His fingers glided along her calf, caressing her smooth flesh encased in the glossy pantyhose. He petted her knee and then his fingers continued their journey along her coltish thigh until they rested just below the hem of her skirt. What was under that skirt was what had prevented him from fucking the trans prostitutes who had offered him freebies in the freezone. He’d watched his fair share of ‘tranny porn’ on the internet just like most men, but masturbating in front of a screen watching some young bull fuck a ‘femboy’ until she blew her load handsfree was different to actually doing it in real life.

“You scared of my cock? I can leave on my pantyhose and panties and just bend over if you like. You’ll never have to see or touch it. You can pretend that I’m a real girl,” Caprice taunted Bobby.

Bobby removed his hand from Caprice’s leg and stood up. For a second or two she thought that her attempt at seduction had failed until Bobby stubbed his cigarette and took off his jacket, shirt and pants and kicked off his shoes and joined Caprice on the bed.

His instinct was to grope her, kiss her fervently, get himself fully erect and fuck her, ignoring the fact that she had penis but for some reason he didn’t do that. Years of investigating street crime and dealing with hardened criminals and wannabe gangsters had ingrained Bobby with a sense of who was a real ‘hard-ass’ and who was a ‘wannabe’ and he could sense that Caprice was filled with bluff, anger and resentment. Underneath her hard exterior he could detect her fear.

To Caprice’s surprise Bobby held her close, spooning her, careful not to aggravate the wound in her arm, gently kissing her neck and caressing her cheek with his fingertips. He felt her shudder against him and mistook it for enticement but then he felt the warm tears running down her cheek. She was quietly sobbing. She turned and faced him and nuzzled up against him.

“They're coming for me aren’t they Bobby? Are you really gonna help me? Are you really gonna save me?” Caprice whispered.

He held her close and kissed her forehead. She felt so tiny nestled against his long, lanky body. He was disgusted with himself that his intent had been to take advantage of her.

“Nothing bad is going to happen to you Caprice. I’m going to protect you. Julie is going to protect you,” Bobby whispered and stroked her hair.

Caprice pressed her lips against his and kissed him softly at first and then she did something with her tongue that startled him and electrified his libidinousness. Bobby was instantly erect, the tip of his cock poking out the top of briefs was rubbing against her nyloned thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” Bobby gasped into her sweet mouth.

“Don’t leave me alone Bobby. Make love to me. Don’t just fuck me like I’m a whore,” Caprice whispered.

Bobby didn’t answer. He kissed her cheek where her sweet salty tears had streaked her makeup. He kissed her eyelids and her forehead tenderly. Then he kissed her lips and they melted into each others arms.

He was careful not to hurt her but Caprice seemed oblivious to her wound as she writhed her body against him. He felt her tiny breasts rubbing against him through her blouse and he unbuttoned it and helped her remove it, being careful of the wound in her arm. Her unhooked her brassiere to reveal her small but perfect titties. When he touched them her nipples became engorged and she gasped into his mouth.

Bobby spent some time fondling her breasts and Caprice enjoyed it. Johns hardly ever touched her there and Bobby seemed to know what he was doing, caressing her alabaster skin, skimming his fingertips across her pink areolas, gently squeezing her sensitive nipples. Then he put his mouth on them and she groaned with the delight of it as Bobby suckled each teat, alternating between them.

She could feel his cock pressing into her thigh and she snaked a hand down there and rubbed Bobby’s phallus against her slinky nylons, feeling him shudder a little as she manipulated his cock. She rolled under him and Bobby lay on top of her, naked except for his underpants. Caprice had stopped crying and was blissfully distracted from the danger she was in. This handsome man taking his time, attending to her needs, being kind and considerate as he did so, made her feel safe and coveted.

His kisses were tender, his hands and mouth were attentive to her breasts which ached wonderfully as Bobby nursed at them, flicking his tongue across her nipples, gently nipping them with his teeth, his fingers stroking her skin. Then one of his hands began to journey down her body, softly caressing her unblemished young flesh. He stroked her hip and then his fingers lazily circled her flat stomach and her bellybutton. They traced the outline of the waistband of her pantyhose and panties.

Caprice tugged at Bobby’s briefs and he allowed her to tug them down and he shucked out of them. Now fully naked, he lay on top of Caprice who was still wearing her skirt, nylons, panties and heels. Caprice cupped his heavy sac and fondled his scrotum and then she took his erect member in hand and began to stroke it. Bobby’s mouth left her breasts so that he could kiss her, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue sliding inside her sweet mouth, met by Caprice’s tongue. They held each other close, content to kiss and caress each other.

She felt Bobby’s bloated cock swell and tremble, pre-ejaculate streaming from the eye. Caprice was rock hard inside her pantyhose, her cock aching to be touched but she didn’t know if Bobby would touch her there and then his hand drifted down her thigh and caught the hem of her skirt. She lifted her buttocks a little so that Bobby could ruck her skirt up, revealing her red stain panties worn over her glossy tan pantyhose. She liked the aesthetic of panties over nylons and it also served a practical purpose because the gusset of her pantyhose helped keep her tucked.

But Caprice was no longer tucked. Her cock had sprung free and rested along her lower belly, the distinctive bulge of her erect penis tenting her panties. Bobby was stroking her thighs, enjoying the feel of her sleek, slippery nylons against his fingertips but he broke the kiss long enough to look down Caprice’s body. For a small girl she had long legs, her little feet shod in the ‘slut-red’ high heels were both cute and sexy. But it was the bulge in her panties that drew his attention.

He contemplated ignoring it, remembering what Caprice had said to him: ”you’ll never have to see or touch it. You can pretend that I’m a real girl”. But Bobby had already made the mental adjustment and to him Caprice was a real girl, she was just a little different. He steeled himself and then his fingers drifted across Caprice’s thigh and came to rest on the front of her panties.

He felt her cock quiver to his touch and Caprice gasped into his mouth and she squeezed his cock a little tighter.

“You don’t have to…” Caprice was about to say ‘touch it’ but Bobby shut her up closing his mouth over hers and adjusted his body so that he lay on top of her.

Their cocks were pressed together, separated only by layers of satin and nylon and it felt wonderful to both of them. Caprice ignored the niggling pain in her upper arm and wrapped her limbs around Bobby Keen. She held him close and shimmied her legs against his flanks, her silky pantyhose lighting up the synapses in his flesh. Their kisses became more urgent as they began to rut, their cocks rubbing together through layers of diaphanous fabric, their tongues intertwined, their bodies writhing with the pleasure of it.

Caprice put out her good arm, her fingers scrambling on the bedside table until she found what she was looking for. She unscrewed the cap on the KJ Jelly one-handed, a skill she was very proficient at.

“Let me do this Bobby,” Caprice whispered, temporarily halting their frottage.

What they were about to do dawned on Bobby as Caprice grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under the small of back and shimmied out of her panties. He surprised himself. He was in no way disgusted. In fact the opposite was true. He was a little anxious but he was eager and concupiscent. He helped Caprice remove her panties and then he saw her cock for the first time, pressed against her belly, the seam of her pantyhose running along the turgid girth. He reached out and traced the seam and was delighted when a freshet of glistening precum bubbled up through the glossy nylon. Caprice shuddered when he did it but now she was impatient.

She wanted to feel Bobby Keen inside her.

She snagged a little hole in her pantyhose adjacent to her sphincter and pressed a globule of KJ Jelly into her puckered bud and lathered the rest of the emollient along Bobby’s shaft and it was Bobby’s turn to shudder. She guided his cock between her legs, through the hole in her pantyhose and nestled his glans against her pink, furrowed sphincter.

"Be gentle. Make love to me, don’t just fuck me," Caprice whispered.

As Bobby slowly slid his engorged manhood inside Caprice’s tight anus she lifted her legs and locked them around him and thrummed her heels his back.

"Oh my god, this is amazing," Bobby whispered.

The feeling was indescribably wonderful as Caprice’s rectum opened up to envelope and clench his turgid phallus. It was like his cock was being gripped tightly by a velvet glove.

The feel of Caprice's tiny body under him, her silken limbs grazing his tender flesh, her soft lips kissing him, the smell of her, the feel of her, was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was something he couldn’t have imagined and right then and there he realised that this could become addictive. He had only just begun to make love to Caprice and already he was imagining what it might be like to do this with her whenever they wanted.

It was different for Caprice too. The men in her life had used her, even Shareen Aziz, who had been kind and affectionate when he fucked her, had paid for her services but she didn’t feel used as she lay under Bobby Keen. She sensed his affection and his devotion. Yes they were both feeling unbounded sexual pleasure but there was more to it. They were bonded together both physically and mentally.

Caprice sighed with contentment when she finally had all of Bobby inside her. Her anus felt stretched to full capacity as Bobby’s cock induced a deep throbbing resonance from the walls of her anus. His glans pressing on her prostate induced a rapturous glow. His mouth was hungry, his tongue was alive, her tender teats were afire as Bobby ignited every pleasure centre in her body.

Caprice's cock was pressed against Bobby's tight belly and every little movement he made amplified the satisfaction she was feeling. Runnels of pre-ejaculate oozed from the eye of it and Bobby felt it pulsing on his flesh and it delighted him.

He kissed her passionately, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, exploring it as she clung to him, her nails raking his shoulders, her nylon-clad legs clutching at him, her heels digging into the small of his back, girding him on, encouraging him to fuck her.

Bobby began to slowly thrust himself in and out of Caprice's tight passage and she whimpered under him, shuddering with the ecstasy of it, encouraging him, rising up to meet his thrusts as he grasped her buttocks in his hands and drove his steely cock in and out of Caprice's tight anus.

They climaxed together. Caprice felt Bobby's cock swell inside her and then then erupt, depositing his issue deep inside her as she simultaneously ejaculated against his belly. Waves of pleasure enveloped them both as they clung to each other and made little whimpering noises. They kissed and moaned and held each other tight as Bobby drove his cock deep into Caprice's anus and gave her his essences. He felt her scalding semen on his belly as she orgasmed right along with him, her heels drumming on his back; he stifled her screams of pleasure with his mouth.

They lay sated and still, neither of them fully comprehending the magic they had elicited from each other. Bobby’s cock was still deep inside Caprice's anus, slowly deflating and he could feel Caprice's penis pulsing gently against his belly as the last dribbles of her semen leaked from it. Her pantyhose were saturated with her juices but Bobby didn’t feel repulsed. To his surprise he felt elated that he had been able to induce Caprice’s orgasm.

Neither of them wanted to move and spoil the intimacy and desire they felt for each other. They kissed and cuddled but eventually they disengaged. Bobby poured drinks while Caprice used the bathroom where she freshened her makeup and hair and took a ‘whore’s bath’. She emerged wearing a white satin negligée, hold-up stockings and transparent white panties and spun around in a circle to show off her svelte body clad in the exotic lingerie.

Bobby felt his cock begin to engorge again but Caprice made him wait until she had a drink and a cigarette and then they made love all over again, then they spoke late into the night, Bobby assuring Caprice that he would be there for her and would protect her, finally falling asleep in each other’s arms contented and sated.

The next morning Bobby came downstairs freshly showered, wearing a new suit and a clean shirt. He couldn’t look Julie in the eye. He was hungover and riddled with guilt. As he made his way to the Bunn and poured himself coffee Julie studied him in the morning light streaming through the kitchen window. He was tall and slim and his sun-kissed hair was a little too long for a cop; carefree yet sophisticated. He looked a little like Robert Redford when he was in his thirties and had Julie not been hopelessly in love and married to Tommy Lomax, Bobby would have been the just the type of man that she might roll back the covers for.

“You slept down here?” Bobby nodded at the pillows and coverlet on the sofa.

“I worked late and you were busy,” she gave Bobby an indulgent smirk.

“I worked until the early hours and I figured with the security systems activated and me sleeping on the sofa there was no need to wake you for your shift,” Julie eyed him over the rim of her coffee cup.

“How did you go with chin-nuts?” Julie was deliberately goading Bobby to see how he would react.

“Don’t call her that!” Bobby knew that the slur was designed to test him but he bit anyway.

“She get to you?” Julie took another sip of her coffee and watched Bobby carefully.

“Caprice will cooperate. I haven’t told her what we want her to do or offered her inducements. That’s your providence. Balwyn PD doesn’t have the capital or resources to offer what she wants in return,” Bobby settled in the chair across the table from Julie.

Julie was also freshly showered and wearing one of her customary skirt-suits and low heels. Her makeup was light except for the red lipstick that Julie seemed to habitually wear. Something about her crooked nose and too-wide mouth only made her face more fascinating and not for the first time Bobby felt a little jealous of Tommy Lomax.

“Well I worked my ass off and cashed in a few favours and I think we can make Caprice an offer too good to refuse, if I can quote The Godfather out of context,” Julie smiled at Bobby.

“That’s not the exact quote but why do you say we? You and Caprice have the same affinity. Without trying to be in anyway offensive, I’m sure you can work that angle,” Bobby stiffened a little.

“Oh come on Bobby. I heard you two going at it last night. I don’t know if you worked her or she worked you but there is obviously a bond there. You didn’t leave her room last night. If it was just a shag, as our brethren across the pond so eloquently put it, you would have bolted from that bedroom as soon as you blew your load but instead you slept with her and you rallied to her defence when I derided her this morning. You are going to be her white knight and I’m going to be her pseudo sister,” Julie stood up to refill her coffee.

Their conversation was interrupted by the patter of Caprice’s footsteps on the stairs.

She breezed into kitchen-diner like a young woman who didn’t have a care in the world rather than a girl who was being hunted by a dangerous pimp and a homicidal drug baron. Caprice was wearing black spandex leggings and a pink crop top. She was barefoot and had put her light-brunette hair in a ponytail. Gone was the slutty makeup, replaced by a hint of eyeliner, mascara and pink lip-gloss. Julie would have killed for her skin. Caprice could pass for fifteen dressed as she was with her lithe build and tiny titties.

She danced over and rested her hand on the back of Bobbie’s chair and pecked him affectionally on the cheek before she made her way over to the coffee pot. Bobby and Julie exchanged a look. The act of kissing him openly like that was Caprice’s way to make a statement. She was openly admitting that something intimate had happened between she and Bobby last night. She was still exuding confidence but her defiance, causticity and anger were no longer evident. She joined Bobby and Julie at the table.

“Soo… are you two talking about me?” Caprice smiled at Julie and then Bobby.

“Bobby tells me that you are willing to cooperate,” Julie cleared her throat.

“Sure, but I want a lot more than witsec in some Podunk town, flipping burgers for a living,” Caprice’s smile widened.

“Let me tell you what we have to offer and then you can consider it,” Julie tapped a bundle of paper that she had printed from the Wi-Fi printer.

“The FBI is willing to place you in witness protection. Specifically the federal government will provide you with a new identity with legal documents supporting your new identity as female. The FBI will engage suitably qualified medical practitioners to provide you with gender affirming procedures, limited to facial feminisation and breast enhancement surgery, ongoing hormone treatment and phycological support. The federal government will provide you with a domicile in a location of your choosing from a list provided by the US Marshals Service deemed safe and suitable,” Julie paused to take a sip of coffee but she could she that she had Caprice’s undivided attention.

Julie continued…

“The government will provide you with vocational training, to train and educate you, to the extent of your capacities and abilities, so that you can be suitably employed. The government will also provide you with a monetary stipend based on your level of cooperation. The merit and substance of any evidentiary intelligence provided by you and the results of said evidentiary intelligence and your attestation under examination in court will determine how much that stipend might be,” Julie read from the document in front of her.

Caprice was stunned. She had come down the stairs with a list of demands in her head that were nowhere near as generous as what Julie was offering her. But… Caprice was smart enough to read between the lines and decipher the legalise.

“To summarise, you are offering me a new life as an authenticated woman in a town of my choosing, a house, education, a shitload of cash, a boob and face job and protection from the bad guys if I give up the shooters and incriminate Lester and Darnell and testify against them in court,” Caprice sounded smug.

“Well kind of, Caprice but I think you didn’t interpret the part where I said: ‘based on your level of cooperation, the merit and substance of any evidentiary intelligence proved by you and the results of said evidentiary intelligence’. The evidentiary intelligence is the important part,” Julie tapped the paper in front of her.

Caprice looked puzzled.

“You need to go back and work for Lester Slocum and provide us with intelligence that will help secure the convictions of all those involved, especially the big boss. We want the boss not just the pond scum. As you so eloquently put it, you need to be a rat,” it was Julie’s turn to smirk.

Caprice paled, then looked at Bobby for help.

Bobby shrugged his shoulders.

“I told you that it wouldn’t be as easy as you thought it would be but we’ll be with you all the way. You will report to us and no one else. No one else will even know that you are a CI. We will never be more than a text message or phone call away from you if you need us,” Bobby reached out and patted Caprice’s hand.

Caprice said nothing for a while. She just stared at the document on the table for a while then she snatched up Julie’s pen and signed the document at the bottom.

Julie put the paperwork in her briefcase and took out a digital recording device and put it in the middle of the table.

“Ok, tell us everything that happened leading up to Shareen Aziz’s murder and describe the assailants to the best of your ability,” Julie gave Bobby a knowing look; they had accomplished the first part of their assignment.

“I’ll make pancakes. Anyone want eggs?” Bobby asked.

Both women shook their heads and then Caprice began to tell her tale, starting with Darnell’s edict for her to buy a new dress, get her hair done and make sure that she ‘looked fine’ before heading over to Bedazzled to meet with Lester Slocum.

Julie and Bobby did not interrupt her and let Caprice tell her story in her own words. They ate pancakes and drank coffee, Bobby and Julie taking notes now and then. As Caprice spoke, her midwestern accent came to the fore. She spoke articulately and lost the ‘street talk’. With her defences down, and having listened to Caprice’s life story, they both realised that underneath her ‘badass’ façade, Caprice was a vulnerable and frightened young woman. When Caprice finished talking they questioned her on few details and then Bobby asked the crucial question.

“What did the killers look like? Did you recognise them?” Bobby squeezed Caprice’s hand again.

“I didn’t get that good a look at them. Shareen was lying on top of me but I caught a glimpse of them as they approached the bed to, what do you call it… deliver the coup de grace. That’s when I got shot and the next thing I knew I woke up in hospital looking up at a detective wearing a cheap wrinkled suit,” Caprice smiled wistfully at Bobby.

“One was a tall slim white woman, about five-eight. She had short blonde hair. Short like a blunt-cut pixie bob with bangs, dark eye makeup, incredibly good looking but with sharp features. I think she was wearing a red pantsuit. The guy was also tall, over six feet. Also blonde, well built, snazzy dark suit. He was handsome and his hair was long and straight, like those elves in Lord of the Rings,” Caprice closed her eyes as she tried to recall the details.

“Very conveniently for Mister Slocum all of the security footage for the upper level and VIP area of Bedazzled for the night in question is missing. He’s claiming it’s a malfunction but we suspect that the cameras were deliberately turned off. We do have security footage for the entrance and lower levels. I’ll bring it up and you can watch it and see if you recognise anyone,” Julie fiddled with her laptop.

They sat around the laptop watching security video from around the time the murder took place. The footage taken from the ground floor of Bedazzled was poor quality and it was almost impossible to recognise anyone in the sea of faces gyrating on the dance floor or crowded at the bar. The footage from the security camera over the nightclub entrance yielded better results.

“There! Those two!” Caprice pointed at the screen and Julie paused the video stream.

On the screen were a tall white blonde woman wearing a stylish red pantsuit accompanied by a tall slim man with distinctive straight, platinum blonde hair wearing a bespoke dark suit. They could almost be twins. Both killers seemed to be intentionally keeping their faces turned away from the camera. Julie cut back to the ground floor cameras to see if she could get better pictures of them inside the club but they were lost in the throng.

“Wait! Go back,” Bobby said excitedly.

“Pause it there,” Bobby pointed at the screen.

The two killers had tried their best to avoid their faces appearing on the cameras, they obviously knew where the cameras were situated but they made the mistake of getting a drink at the bar while they waited for the appointed time of the assassination. They had their back to the camera as they ordered their drinks but their faces were reflected in the mirror behind the bar.

Julie enlarged the screengrab but enlarging it meant losing detail. She turned to Caprice who nodded.

“I think that’s them,” Caprice shuddered as she looked at the screen.

“I’ll send it off to the tech lab at Quantico and see what the geeks can come up with. They should be able to enhance the imagery and make it clearer. Then I’ll get it put through the facial recognition software and see if they are in the database,” Julie sounded excited.

“Ok, lets take a break and eat something then we’ll brief Caprice on tradecraft and undercover protocols. Then we brief her on what she needs to know about Lester Slocum, Shareen Aziz and the Lebanese Mafia,” Julie said to Bobby, relieved that they were getting somewhere; she wasn’t sure that the ruse at the hospital would last much longer.

Caprice listened in earnest while Julie and Bobby explained to her how to operate undercover.

“Lester Slocum will expect you to be nervous and skittish after what you have been through so don’t worry too much about blowing your cover by your demeaner but you also need to think before you speak so as not to trip yourself up. This is how we contact each other and communicate,” Julie went through the protocols.

Julie briefed Bobby and Caprice on what the FBI knew about the Lebanese mafia. They practically controlled Beirut and most of Lebanon and elements had expanded overseas. Lebanese immigrants had formed offshoot organised crime gangs in Australia, Germany and Canada and these factions had ties with similar groups operating in South America that were heavily involved in drug and people trafficking and money laundering. Recently in the US, remnants of the Syrian-Lebanese crime families in Saint Louis which had been affiliated with and under the control of the defunct Italian-American St. Louis crime family headed by Anthony Giordano had remerged and were looking to expand.

Shareen Aziz had been in negotiations with Lester Slocum’s boss, Daniel Huntsinger, offering Huntsinger’s organisation a better deal than they were getting from the Mexican Ortega cartel they were currently in league with. Shareen was not only offering cocaine at a cheaper price but had also offered them a sideline into people trafficking, namely young girls for the purposes of prostitution.

“Our intelligence suggests that Daniel Huntsinger went back to the Ortega cartel and told them of Shareen’s proposal to see if they had a counteroffer. They did. They offered cocaine at the same rate as that proposed by Shareen and offered to provide young girls and trafficked labourers on a contingency fee. It is believed Daniel Huntsinger had Slocum lure Shareen to his execution as a show of good faith to the Ortega cartel,” Julie finished her summation.

“So like you said back at the hospital, I was the bait,” Caprice had paid attention to every word that Julie had said and it all made sense now.

“Shareen Aziz was known to have a predilection for pretty young trans women. We believe that Lester Slocum asked his street bosses if they had a girl working for them who fit the bill and Darnell DeAngelo offered you up,” Bobby said plainly.

“I was supposed to die too wasn’t I? I was the only eye witness,” Caprice whispered.

“That’s right but that’s also your way back in and your insurance. We’ll explain it to you later but right now I want you to go upstairs and pack and change back into your hospital scrubs. I’ll deliver the clothes and makeup to your apartment, there’s no need for them to go to waste. The clock is ticking and we need to get you back to the hospital before your cover is blown,” Julie shut down her laptop and put it and the paperwork in front of her into her briefcase.

Just before Caprice left the table Julie produced a small package.

“This is pharmaceutical grade estrogen and these are androgen blockers. Follow the directions closely. Continue to buy the bootleg shit that Darnell DeAngelo is providing you so that you don’t raise his suspicion but ditch it. Pack them in your suitcase,” Julie showed the pharmaceuticals to Caprice.

Caprice went upstairs and Bobby followed her into her bedroom. Caprice tossed the medications on the bed and turned to face Bobby.

“You will protect me won’t you Bobby,” Caprice rushed into his arms and Bobby held her tight.

He was once again amazed at how tiny and vulnerable she felt. He could feel her heart racing.

“With my life if necessary,” Bobby whispered into her hair.

He smelled her perfume and her shampoo and feel the shape of her body moulded to his. Bobby didn’t know why she had this effect on him but she did. He wanted to protect her, to take her away from the hell that was her life. He’d only just met her but she had somehow imprinted herself on him. He felt himself thickening against her, an unwanted erection burgeoning in his loins.

“What’s this?” Caprice smiled up at him and gently stroked his cock through his trousers.

“Cut that out! We don’t have time,” Bobby hissed through gritted teeth as Caprice’s fingers massaged his growing hardon.

“I knew those leggings would get your attention,” Caprice continued to stroke Bobby’s cock.

They had spent the night talking about anything and everything between bouts of lovemaking and Caprice had teased him about his fetish for nylons and he’d admitted that he also a penchant for women wearing leggings and tights and his dislike of skorts, telling her that they were neither one thing nor the other. She could have worn anything to breakfast this morning and she would have gotten his full attention but those black lycra legging clinging to her long legs and buttocks and the little skintight crop top cleaving to her tiny titties and lithe body had really spun him up.

“Just a quickie then. It might be our last time for a while,” she squeezed his cock and Bobby’s hands went to her ass and squeezed her buttocks through her leggings.

He realised that she wasn’t wearing panties. She unzipped his fly and coaxed his hard cock through the opening and caressed it.

He kissed her and their tongues intertwined and she did that thing again that drove him wild but not for long. She squirmed in his embrace and spun her body around so that she had her back to him. His cock rubbed against her lycra-clad ass leaving silvery trails of precum on the black spandex. Caprice hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her legging and pulled them down, exposing her creamy, flawless buttocks. She guided his cock between them and nestled his glans in her sphincter and pressed her body against him so that his cock slid slowly into her anus.

The little vixen had obviously planned to have sex with him because she was clean and prelubricated. Her anus felt like a satiny sheath clinging to his cock as entered her. Her ass was like a soft peach pressing into his groin when he was fully inside her.

Bobby put his hands on her hips and began to slowly fuck her. She took one of hands and placed on it her penis which was hard and alive in his hand and leaking precum which he massaged into her turgid flesh.

“Do it quick, I’m nearly there already,” Caprice hissed through clenched teeth.

Bobby fucked her harder and faster, his penis stretching her sphincter, eliciting circlets of divine pleasure from the nerves ringing her tight hole. The head of his penis pressed on her prostate, lighting it up like a licentious dynamo. Her cock was juddering in his hands, her whole body was shaking as she pushed back against him. The thwok-thwok-thwok sounds of his pubis slamming into her soft creamy buttocks reverberated in the silence, punctuated by her gasps and growls as extremis approached.

She pushed her ass hard into him and squirmed and put her hand in her mouth to suppress a howl as her cock juddered in his grasp, erupting rope after rope of steamy milt. Her anus contracted around his cock and undulated in response to her orgasm and Bobby held her tight and released his issue deep inside her.

They stood like that both gasping, Caprice bent over with one hand on the nightstand to support her, her leggings around her thighs, her body shaking and Bobby behind her, his cock buried in her ass, his fingers soaked with her jism, his legs about to give out. They both came down from their orgasmic highs and realised where they where and the circumstances of the situation. Bobby reached out and snatched a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand and caught the glutinous flow from Caprice’s sphincter as he extracted his penis. She snatched a handful of tissues too and wiped her cock clean.

They both suppressed giggles as Bobby zipped his fly and adjusted his clothing and Caprice peeled off her leggings and crop top and found a pair of panties to wear under the hospital scrubs.

Julie was in her bedroom packing and she heard the sex noises through the walls and reverberating down the corridor of the silent house. She felt a little jealous and also a little turned on but the professional in her wondered about Bobby. She had tacitly agreed to allow Bobby to seduce Caprice in an effort to entice her to become cooperative but had Bobby taken it too far. Had he seduced Caprice or had she seduced him? There was no doubt that under that fragile shell lurked an manipulative young woman. That was how Caprice had survived; manipulating men.

They rendezvoused in the kitchen diner, their luggage packed ready to leave.

“Ok let’s go,” the unmarked van had arrived and two FBI agents loaded their suitcases and other paraphernalia into it and drove away.

Julie drove her sedan with Bobby and Caprice seated in back. Caprice clung to Bobby as he went back over her cover story and reiterated the protocols she should follow to keep her safe while she was undercover. Julie interjected and pressed on Caprice the need to find conclusive evidence that would convict the FBI’s persons of interest.

Julie had already contacted the testy hospital administrator and told her that Caprice would be returning to her trauma ward room briefly and she called her again and advised the administrator of their ETA.

Inside the hospital Julie, Bobby and Caprice took the reverse route back to the trauma ward, nodded sagely at the uniformed officer stationed outside the door. They closed the door for privacy while Caprice changed back into the linen hospital gown and disposable paper panties that the hospital provided to surgical patients. They double checked the room so that nothing looked out of place. The only item in the room was Caprice’s clutch because the clothes she had worn to Bedazzled had been collected as evidence. With the help of a nurse they settled her in bed and the nurse hooked up the monitor that displayed Caprice’s vitals.

It was the same nurse who had been wearing the blue unicorn scrubs the other day. Today her scrubs were embroidered with pink My Little Pony emblems.

“Ok, Caprice I need you to make a phone call,” Julie produced Caprice’s burner phone, still sealed in an evidence bag.

Caprice paled.

“It’s ok. I want you to call Darnell DeAngelo and tell him that you are still in the Balwyn City Hospital trauma recovery ward under guard and that the cops have been grilling you but you have said nothing and that the cops have finally acquiesced to your demands to see a lawyer. I’ll help you figure out what to say,” Julie smiled wanly at Caprice who nodded but looked frightened.

The reality of what she was about to do and the danger she would be in dawned on her.

Once Bobby and Julie were happy that Caprice knew exactly what to say to Darnell they handed her the phone. The burner phone contained only one number in the contact list and Caprice dialled it. She left a message on the answering service and the phone came to life in her hand less than a minute later.

“Darnell?” Caprice didn’t need to pretend to sound shaky and scared; she was genuinely terrified.

“Chin-nuts?” Darnell sounded sceptical.

“Yeah it’s me Caprice. These assholes have kept me locked up in this hospital room grilling me but I told them nuthin’. I just kept repeating the word ‘lawyer’ over and over. This FBI bitch kept telling me that it was in my interest to talk but I kept my mouth shut. She said they could hold me for forty-eight hours without charge or some bullshit but anyway they finally rolled over and gave me my phone,” Caprice sounded as scared as she actually was underneath the bravado.

“Don’t say nuthin’ else on this phone. I’m sending over a lawyer to get you out,” the line went dead.

Within thirty minutes a slim balding man dressed in a natty black suit carrying an expensive leather briefcase in one hand and a small carryall in the other barged into the room and glared angrily at Bobby and Julie.

“Don’t say another word to my client,” he growled and pressed the call button for the nurse.

The My Little Pony nurse arrived promptly and responded to the lawyers questions. Yes, Caprice had been cleared by a doctor to leave the hospital quite some time ago and the hospital administrator had been pissed when the FBI agent and the cop had refused to let her leave while they continued to question her. She had heard Caprice ask for a lawyer on several occasions. No, Caprice had no other visitors and a uniformed cop had been stationed outside the door throughout.

The lawyer turned away from the nurse and glared angrily at Bobby and Julie.

“You two have infringed my client’s civil and legal rights and I will be making a formal complaint,” he barked.

“Nurse, please help my client get dressed and have her release documentation waiting at reception,” he hefted the small carryall onto the bed.

Caprice remained silent and compliant throughout while the nurse helped her dress in a tracksuit and light canvas sports shoes. The lawyer hadn’t thought to bring panties and Caprice had to wear the paper disposables provided by the hospital.

“You couldn’t have got me something decent to wear and thought about underwear?” Caprice growled at the lawyer who glared at her and told her to keep silent.

“Fuck you, you lesbian bitch and you too, you grizzly old fart,” Caprice sniped at Julie and Bobby as she snatched up her clutch.

The lawyer gently guided Caprice out of the room overplaying being careful about the wound on her upper arm.

When Caprice was clear of the room Bobby and Julie looked at each other and smiled.

“She knows how to play her part,” Julie grinned.

“So far, so good,” Bobby said thoughtfully.

“Thank you Nurse Gunderson. You played your role perfectly,” Julie smiled at the nurse.

“Happy to help once I realised that your partner wasn’t the asshat that I thought he was,” Nurse Gunderson gave Bobby a cheeky grin.

“You know where I work if you ever need to ‘take down my particulars’; as they say in those Brit cop shows,” she brushed past Bobby as she left and Julie shook her head at him.

Bobby gave Julie his ‘what did I do?’ look and followed Julie from the room.

To be continued…

* You can read all about Julie Sanderson’s past in my story: Whatever You Desire