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Chapter 6

Somewhere in the middle of the night Sarah collapsed into bed. Chaz did not notice because he was not there. No sooner had Sarah left than Chaz seduced Carina. He wound up sharing her room for the night.

Chaz thrust his hips between Carina's spread thighs. He felt his manhood slip deep into her body. She groaned and propelled her hips up to meet him. Their bodies impacted with a wet, meaty slap. He kissed her neck and drank in the sweet scent of her perfume. Her body moved underneath him. Her soft, supple curves moved against him. When he could take it no longer, he thrust in deep and released his load. Fluid exploded from his manhood and filled him with orgasmic rapture.

Gasping for breath, he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked deep into her green eyes. What lay beneath them was a mystery, as it is with any woman. He kissed her and ran his fingers through her auburn hair.

"That was amazing," he whispered.

She forced a smile in reply. She gazed down at her spread thighs. Black nylons sheathed them and green satin garter straps tugged on them. His hips were still between her thighs, and his manhood pressed against her sex.

He rolled off her and onto the bed. She scooted off and grabbed her green bra. She poked her arms through the shoulder straps and stretched the bra strap behind her. With a deft move, she hooked it. She lifted and placed each breast inside the smooth cups. It was then that she felt his gaze upon her. She grabbed her panties and stabbed her feet into them. She whisked them up around her hips. Fixing the waistband into place, she headed for the bedroom door.

Chaz scrambled off the bed and chased after her. He caught up with her the door and pulled her back by the hips. His hands circled around her waist and held her tight. "I was going to get something to eat." He ignored her protests and kissed her neck. She felt his stiffening manhood press her panties between her ass cheeks.

He pulled open a leg hole and slipped his manhood through it. "Just relax," he whispered and pressed his padded tip to her anus. It pushed through her puckering bud and plunged into her ass. She arched her back and rose up on the balls of her feet. She grimaced as it slid deep into her ass. When his hips met her bottom, she felt his hand press on the center of her back. She bent over at the hips. He drew her wrists behind her back and stretched up her arms, locking her elbows and pinioning her upper body parallel to the floor.

It was the ultimate act of dominance and subservience. She was under his control, prostrate and sexually vulnerable. It was the kind of sex that imprinted on a woman's brain. She belonged to him, and he could do with her as he pleased.

He pumped deep into her ass. A meaty slap sounded, and her body rocked. He thrust hard and fast.

"You like it rough. Don't you, you little bitch."

She started to let out warbling whimpers. He held her fast and pounded her as hard as he could. The impacts rocked her entire body.

"That's it. Take my cock in your ass, you fucking little bitch." Her body trembled beneath his grasp. He drove deep and released his load. "Yeah that's it. Take my cum in your ass." He kept his cock inside her until every drop squirted out.

He held her arms stretched up behind her back, cock planted deep in her ass. She would wait in that position as long as he wished. It further cemented his control on her mind. Although some women vigorously deny it, they all loved it and secretly hoped to be conquered.

He released her arms and slid his wilting cock from her ass. She reached around behind her and picked her panties back into place. He dragged her by the hand back to bed and led her to the foot of the bed. "Bend over and stay there." She pouted, but did as he said. Her palms rested upon the bed, arms locked, and bottom thrust up into the air.

Chaz left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. He fetched a beer from the refrigerator. He glanced at the wall clock. It was already 11 a.m. Sarah would sleep well past noon.

"Can I get up?" she called from the bedroom.

"No. Stay right there like I told you." He took a swallow and strolled back to the bedroom. He lingered in the doorway and surveyed Carina. She looked up at him from her submissive, bent over position. Her eyes looked to him for direction.

Chaz strolled over to her. He pealed down her green panties and set the cold beer can on the small of her back. Cock in hand, he nestled it between her ass cheeks again. "Don't move. You'll spill my beer." She grimaced and whimpered, but she remained motionless as his cock plunged into her ass. When he was inside her, he picked up his beer and took a gulp. He set down his beer again.

"It's cold," she whimpered.

"Stay still," he ordered and began to pump her ass. This time, however, he did so with long, slow thrusts. He relished the sight of his cock withdrawing and then disappearing between her heart-shaped ass cheeks. He picked up the frosty beer can and took a swig. "Pump my cocked into your ass." She did as he demanded and began pumping her ass on his shaft. Her breasts began to swing and tiny grunts escaped her lips.

His gaze fell upon her green silk panties stretched around her thighs. The narrow gusset hung down between her legs. Around her waist the matching green satin garter belt grew taut as her garter straps stretched, pulling on her black nylon tops. Around her chest, shiny green satin bra cups stretched around her bulging breasts. How strange it was to be a woman. Lingerie and submission in sex was a part of their being. How strange they were.

After several orgasms, his member was a bit numb. She kept pumping her ass and grimacing. "Are you close?" she whimpered.

He finished off his beer and belched. After tossing aside his beer can with a noisy clatter, he grabbed her hips with both hands. He rammed into her ass and pounded her body. She sucked in a tiny gasp. He pounded her ass with all his might. Her body recoiled and head bobbed up and down. He pulled back on her hips, lifting her feet off the ground. "Take it in the ass you little bitch."

"Oh god," she gasped.

He felt her body quiver, and she threw back her head. His load exploded from his cock and streamed deep into her ass. When he was done, he drew it out. Grabbing her panties by the waistband, he drew them up and over her hips. He patted her panty covered ass and said, "That was a good girl."

When he returned to the living room for another beer, he could sense Carina following behind him. It was a submissive act of bonding. Women did it without thought or recognition. He knew what it meant. She was his to do with as he pleased.

As Carina lingered near him, head bowed and eyes cast up at him, his thoughts returned to Sarah. Okay, it was cheating, but things had been over between them for a long time. The only thing left was the breakup conversation and moving out of her apartment. It was the lie all cheaters tell themselves. While with their mistress, they are resolute about the path ahead of them. It was the way things had to be. However, when they returned home, kissed their wives, and rested in their easy chair, their decision melted away in the soft comfort of home and hearth.

Sarah was tenacious. Whenever she put the moves on an investigation subject, it was the same act. She spent the night with them and slept the day away. As she was so fond of saying, "I'm getting paid for the story not working 9 to 5."

Without looking back at Carina, he ordered, "Put on something sexy ... a miniskirt. We're going out."

"Okay," she replied in a quiet voice.

He smirked and slurped a swig of beer. When she was gone, he shook his head. It was all too easy. All one needed to know was how to interpret feminine signals and play upon them.

Beer in hand, he returned to his bedroom. Sarah was fast asleep and never heard him. After throwing on a pair of tan slacks and a blue cotton shirt, he returned to the living room. Carina awaited him. She wore a circle miniskirt. The accordion pleats barely covered her sex. With it she wore a green blouse, silk of course. She stood with her head bowed and hands clasped before her. She stood upon her right high heel shod foot with her left knee bent. She peeked up at him and asked, "Is this okay? Where are we going?"

He took a swig of beer and slipped his feet into a pair of topsiders. Answering her questions was optional. She looked incredibly hot, but he would never tell her that. Over excitement and approval of a woman was a loss of power. Women hated to be in control. They wanted a man to dominate them. "It's okay," he said with a shrug.

"I can change," she replied and then chewed upon her lower lip.

"Nah, we need to get going." He grabbed her hand and led her out of the condo. She shuffle stepped, lingering behind him. While they awaited the elevator, he took her into his arms and kissed her. His right hand reached up underneath her miniskirt and grabbed her silk covered ass cheek. Pressing his fingers between her thighs, he felt her rise up into him. He creased her panties into her sex and rubbed her clitoris. When he felt her slip into an altered state of mind, he moved away from her. Teasing was another quality women loved in a man.

The doors slid open, and he led her into the elevator. As they watched the floors pass, side by side, he rubbed her silken covered ass cheeks. Every so often he would probe further and wrench a tiny gasp from her.

The hotel had two casinos. One was set on the second floor. The other one was virtual. The virtual casino made more money by far, but the real world casino inspired the masses. He led her into the casino and surveyed it like a king. Bells chimed and red lights flashed. The din of the crowd mixed with it creating a chaotic feeding frenzy.

He led her into the midst of the fray. As a contest winner, he was given a twenty thousand dollar line to gamble. He withdrew five thousand and took a seat at a black jack table. She stood by his left side, and he wrapped his left hand around her nylon sheathed inner thigh. Every so often he would graze the silken gusset of her panties and touch her sex.

To his right sat a beautiful but anxious girl. She primped her shoulder length black locks, and pushed the square framed glass up the bridge of her nose, as the cards were dealt. She shifted in her seat and tugged at the hem of a black satin miniskirt.

A silver haired cowboy, complete with white Stetson hat, sat to her right. He picked up his cards and took a quick peek at them. She, on the other hand, lingered over her cards and chewed her crimson lower lip. She surveyed her meager pile of chips and anted up the minimum bet. "Come on Billy," the Texan said. "If you want to win big, you have to bet big."

"I'm almost out of chips," she hissed. She held up her arms and looked down at her blue silk blouse. "Look at me Gus."

"Don't worry about that. Everyone goes through a dry spell." He tossed out five chips. "Now really bet." Billy tossed out one more chip.

Gus took one card and went bust. When it came to Billy, she cringed and took a card. A ten of diamonds gave her 23. She snapped doubled over and gasped "Oh god." Her hands shot between her thighs. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut.

Chaz did not know what to think. She kept chanting, "Oh my god," and shaking her head. Her meager breasts began to engorge. The blue silk blouse began to tent out around the globes. Likewise, her bottom began to swell filling out and stretching her black satin miniskirt. "No," she moaned. "I can't feel it anymore."

"Card sir," the female dealer asked.

"Yeah, hit me," he said only halfway paying attention. He received a three of diamonds. That put him at 19. He stayed. The dealer hit 22 and went bust. He won.

Billy rubbed her black nylon sheathed thighs and straightened up. Her face seemed different somehow, prettier. She pulled out the V-neck of her blouse and looked down it. "Oh my god, I have tits."

Gus stroked her back. "Don't worry about it. You're luck is going to turn around at any moment."

"I need to quit," she declared with a gulp. "I think it's gone. I don't want to be a girl."

"If you quit now, the changes are permanent," Gus advised. "It's house rules. Changing your sex is just a way to make sure you pay up. Now, unless you want to wear skirts for the rest of your life, I suggest you bet and 'man up'."

It seemed an ironic choice of words. Chaz could scarcely believe his ears. The beautiful girl next to him had once been a guy? It was impossible.

"I guess I'll play."

"That's a boy," Gus declared. They both tossed in a chip and so did Chaz. When the next round was played, Billy wrung her hands and sat on the edge of her seat. She stayed on 14, a suckers bet. Both Chaz and Gus won.

"No," she moaned and bent over again. "I can feel it wriggling up into me." Her breasts engorged with an audible slurp. Chaz's eyes went wide. A pair of breast stretched her blue silk blouse to the limits and strained the buttons. Her ass cheeks and thighs grew round and shapely. "It's gone. My cock is gone."

Gus rubbed her back and comforted her. "That's okay. Don't worry about it." All expression left his face. "I can loan you some money. I'll need you to put up collateral for it though. I don't give away cash."

Chaz collected his winnings and stood to his feet. He almost forgot about Carina. Leaving the table, he glanced back as the game continued. "Man that's weird."

The next game of chance he tried was craps. However, odd people were at it too. A liquid gold metal miniskirt wrapped around a blonde's round ass cheeks. A man stood next to her and had his arm around her waist. "Try it again," he said comforting her.

"This had better work this time." She tossed the dice. Jumping up and down, she chanted, "Come on seven."

"Snake eyes," the dealer declared.

"No!" She jerked up her right knee and thrust her hands between her thighs. The look on her face was one of wide eyed astonishment. He circled her bottom with his hand and squeezed her right ass cheek. His lips curled into a sneer.

That game was also rejected. Chaz had no idea how to play baccarat, and keno was too random. In the end, he opted for a simple slot machine.

He took a seat at an aisle machine. Carina once again stood by his side. He rubbed her panty covered ass cheeks for luck. Two seats down from him, he saw a girl. She pulled on the slot machine leaver and bounced in her seat. Her breasts heaved under silver liquid metal top. A red, green, and blue accordion pleated miniskirt slid up her thighs, flashing the sky blue gusset of her silk panties. The display slowed and settled upon a lemon, an orange, and a cherry. It was nothing.

"No," she groaned. She tipped her coin bucket upside down. It was empty. She rose to her feet and shuffled to the pit boss atop a pair of strappy high heels. "Excuse me," she cringed, "can I get another loan?"

The pit boss frowned and checked is I-pad; "What's your name?"

"Sean Allen Phillips," she said and winced. She glanced down at the bulging cleft of her breasts that tented out her silver top. "A few hours ago I was a guy."

"Yes ma'am," he replied without really listening. "I'm sorry, but you are over your limit. We need you to settle your account."

She waved her hands about in the air. "I can't go back to my girlfriend like this." She flipped the hem of her miniskirt. "I'm a girl."

"Unless you can settle your account, I'll have to refer your account to collections." There was no humor in the pit boss' voice. He was deadly serious.

She turned this way and that, nearly spinning in a circle. She ran her fingers through her short brown locks. "I just need some time to think."

"You could use your girlfriend and yourself as collateral for another loan."

The girl gaped at him in astonishment; "You mean we'd be slaves or something if we lost?"

"That is your only option at this point." The man's voice was cool and unsympathetic. "If you can't come up with the cash, you're freedom is forfeit anyway."

She crossed her arms and shivered. She glanced at two beefy guards lingering in the exit. It was clearly evident in her eyes. She wanted to run. They took a step forward anticipating her move.

"Well, what will it be?"

"I'll do it." Sean filled out a form stating her former male name and that of her girlfriend. He then gave her ten thousand dollars in credit.

Chaz halfheartedly pulled the leaver on his slot. He lost but really did not notice. His thoughts were fixed on the girl to his right.

It only took her an hour to blow through the cash. When the last dollar was spent, she chewed her fingernail and eyed the exit. She rose from her chair and quick stepped toward the exit. Head bowed and eyes on the ground, she tried to walk past the guards. One grabbed her thin arm. "I'm sorry miss, but all accounts must be settled before leaving the casino."

"No wait," she protested. "I can call my family, and they'll transfer the cash to me." They dragged her kicking and struggling. "No, no, no," she protested as they forced her into a small room. It had a clear glass wall open to the gambling pit. It, however, was quite sound proof.

They forced her into a black vinyl barber chair. She twisted and fought as they strapped down her arms and legs. Two straps looped around her waist and one around her forehead. He could see her mouthing 'no' as they strapped a headset on the crown of her head. It appeared very much like a NCVR headset.

Her body suddenly strained against the bonds as if being electrocuted. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she began to convulse. Chaz's heart seemed it would beat right out of his chest. The chilling scene seemed to go on forever.

She went limp and passed out. The guards removed the straps. As they helped her from the chair, she came around again. Dazed and confused they ushered her into an adjoining boutique. They forced her onto a platform and a purple beam activated. She froze in place like a living mannequin. A sign was placed at her feet. It read '$50,000, mind warping performed free'.

Chaz rose up from his seat visibly shaken. "I think I've had enough gambling." When he walked past the guards, his pulse rate sped up a little. They eyed him but did nothing.

He led Carina down the hallway with a quick pace. "Unh unh unh," he heard a woman grunt. He came upon a couple standing in a nook. Billy stood with his body pressed up against the wall. Gus stood behind him. His hands were on her hips, holding up her black miniskirt. With her panties down around her knees, he pumped his cock into her wet vagina. Her beautiful face was contorted and a new grunt escaped her lips with each thrust.

"That's okay sweetheart," Gus groaned. "You'll get used to it."

Chaz hurried past then in a rush for the elevator. He pressed the button and shifted from foot to foot. The elevators seemed so slow. Across the hallway, he could see the couple. Billy was now down on her knees before him. The gusset of her black satin panties was wedged deep into the heart-shaped fissure of her ass. Her short black locks jostled about as he pumped her head. Gagging wet sounds came from her. "That's it, take it deep."

The doors at last opened. "Ukll," she gagged and then made gulping noises. Gus closed his eye in bliss as his cum emptied into her throat. Chaz hurried into the elevator and waited. Although he pressed the 'close' button, the doors remained open. The elevators were computer controlled to allow for maximum occupancy.

"Can you hold the elevator?" Chaz did not press the button, but Gus made it in time anyway. He dragged Billy in by the hand.

Billy crossed her arms and gazed down at the floor. Gus was all smile and teeth. As he watched the floors pass on the display, his arm sneaked around her waist. He reached underneath her miniskirt and grabbed her bottom. Her face contorted and back arched as his fingers creased her black silk panties between her ass cheeks. "That's okay baby, I'll take care of you now."

Chaz felt a little sick to his stomach. He knew of magic and knew of sex transformation. However, he had never witnessed one. It seemed more like a movie than reality.

When the doors opened, Gus dragged her out by the hand. Chaz knew exactly what would be happening in a few minutes. He witnessed it in the hallway.

A few minutes later they arrived back at the condo. Chaz need some affirmation of his sexual orientation. He sat on the sofa and had Carina stand with her back towards him. He flipped up her miniskirt and pulled down her panties. Cock in hand, she sat on it. As the meaty length slid into her, he sighed and slid his hands over her smooth globes. Soon she bounced upon his lap, driving his manhood in and out.

When he came, he pulled her back against him. He stroked between her legs and teased her breasts. He kissed her neck and savored the moment.

Too soon it was over and Carina began dressing again. He stuffed his cock back into his trousers and retrieved a beer from the kitchen. He and Sarah used to have fun. They would mix business with pleasure. Now it was only business and never any pleasure. Their bed became a coffin and bedroom a mausoleum. She suffocated him with deadlines and details. There was no air around her anymore. He could not breathe.

Carina arose from his lap. Reaching around to her right cheek, she hooked her index finger underneath the elastic panty leg-hole and drew it down with a snap. Smoothing down her miniskirt, she retired to her bedroom.

Chaz's stomach grumbled. He wandered his way to the kitchen and made a sandwich. No sooner did he bite off the first mouthful than his wrist computer began to vibrate. Damn it! It never fails. The call was important. He chewed quickly and left the rest of the sandwich on the countertop. He went to the spare bedroom for some privacy and locked the door. He tapped the wristwatch like computer. A holographic image flickered to life.

"We need the story details now." The image of Claire Posner, World Entertainment Network executive, stood before him. They were a direct competitor of Entertainment Nightly News. "We're preparing an advertizing deal that includes a two hour special. We need to know what ENN is offering."

"Shit, what the hell is the matter with you. Do you know how much trouble I will be in if they intercept your call. They'll do more than fire me. They will bury me in a shallow grave," Chaz griped.

"That's your problem," Claire replied. "WEN is paying you a lot of money. We expect results."

"Yes I have them. I stole Sarah's copy of the proposed advertizing and coverage contract. Jackie officially has us here to cover Lana Thorn's operation from an undercover perspective. In reality, she's trying to dig up some dirt to leverage a better advertizing contract. The network does this all the time."

"So do we. That's why I want the information," Claire retorted.

"Fine, I'm sending them now. Don't call me like this again. I'm on the razor's edge as it is."

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