Runway
Chapter 36
by Arecee

The following day, Brenda approached Melissa to talk.

“Melissa, I have a problem with what you want me to do in regards to the coke,” Brenda said.

“After talking to Preston, there doesn’t seem to be much of a problem. He was very satisfied with your performance,” Melissa said.

“It’s not that, I worry about getting busted by the cops. I don’t want a record for prostitution,” Brenda said.

“Didn’t I explain to you that there is nothing to worry about? My boyfriend keeps me informed as to what might be going down and he guarantees that we won’t be touched by the vice unit,” Melissa said.

“I still worry. I’d feel better if I heard it from his mouth; after all it is my life we’re talking about.”

“I’ll talk to him, but don’t forget you have a date with Preston again in a few days and I’m sure he’ll want you to please him the same way you did last time. You don’t have a problem with that I hope?” Melissa asked.

“Not really, it does get easier the more you do it,” Brenda said.

“Good, I do know Preston likes you because of that beautiful body of yours. He couldn’t stop raving about you. If you want, I can schedule you for more work, and you could become my most popular escort. You know, with your body and looks we could be making a ton of money,” Melissa said.

“Melissa, I’m doing this to repay your generosity, not to become rich sucking dicks. I’m sorry, but I’m only going to do this when I must,” Brenda said.

“That’s a pity, you have a talent and it’s a shame to waste it.”

“Its degrading Melissa and I still have pride in myself.”

“I’ll see when my boyfriend will see you. Maybe that will change your mind about some things,” Melissa said.

“Thank you Melissa,” Brenda replied.

Brenda felt sick, kissing up to Melissa the way she had. Being an undercover agent wasn’t fun anymore, and having to become a prostitute to break a case wasn’t right. The thing that bothered Brenda most was the ease with which she had degraded herself. Unfortunately, when you roll in the mud with pigs, you’re going to get dirty, but in Brenda’s case, she was becoming like one of the pigs herself.

Melissa went to her office and picked up the phone and called her partner in crime.

“Hi, it’s me. Brenda’s coming around, and all she needs are a few assurances that she won’t be going to jail. I think I’ll be able to pressure her into doing more work, that girl is a natural. I think I’ll give her some of the cash we get for her services rather than the drugs. I was hoping she would be using more coke, but I think money will influence her to want to date more often. I’m getting low on cocaine. Connie and the others seem like they’re snorting up all of Columbia, thank God they’re busy,” Melissa said.

“Keep the girls in line. I don’t want them to get to the point where they aren’t wanted. They’re like little money machines and keep the pressure on Brenda. I think she could be the best escort that we’ve ever had. Most guys don’t like dating girls that are taller than them and Brenda’s perfect, she can wear slut shoes and still be shorter than her dates. I’ll see what I can do from my end,” the voice said.

“Don’t forget the coke,” Melissa said, as she lowered the phone.

Tiffany met with Hank Phelps the following evening. Hank was waiting when Tiffany arrived.

“Hank, it’s good to see you again,” Tiffany said as she extended her hand.

“It’s nice to see you too. Tiffany, you’re even prettier than I remember,” Hank said.

“Thank you,” Tiffany said as she blushed with the compliment.

Tiffany remembered Hank as being rather handsome, but she forgot just how good looking he was. She knew he was tall. She was wearing four-inch heels and he was still several inches taller than her. I wonder if he has a girlfriend. What in the heck am I thinking, I already have Paul and now I’m thinking about Mike. I wonder if the low amounts of estrogen are changing my brain? Look at what they did to Brenda. God, am I going to want breasts just like her? Think about business Tiffany.

“What would you like to eat? The short ribs here are the best in the city,” Hank asked.

“I have to watch my weight, I’ll just have a salad,’ Tiffany replied.

“You’re missing out on the greatest short ribs around.”

“I wish I could eat them, but if I gain even a little bit of fat there goes the career.”

“I’ll let you taste mine then, if I miss a few calories I don’t think my body will miss them,” Hank laughed.

Hank had a nice laugh, it was fun and engaging, Tiffany could learn to like this man.

“Hank I might as well get right to the point, I have something going on in my life that concerns illegal activity and I don’t know where to turn for help. That’s why I called you, I feel that you can be trusted,” Tiffany said.

“Wow, that’s getting right to the point,” Mike said

“I have to, it’s important,” Tiffany said.

“If you’re doing something illegal and you tell me I’ll have to arrest you so be careful of what you say,” Hank said, his concern showing.

“Hank, it’s not something I’m doing, but what my employer is doing and it’s important that I can trust you, my life depends on it,” Tiffany said.

“You’ve already said a lot, what makes you think you can trust me?”

“Women’s intuition, I guess, I just have a feeling about you,” Tiffany said.

“You’re right Tiffany, you can trust me, but if you’re doing anything wrong, I’ll arrest you no matter how I feel about you, I just want to make myself clear about that,” Hank said.

“I understand Hank and I’m not doing anything bad.”

“Tell me what your problem is and maybe I can help you. How serious is it?” he asked.

“It’s very serious and I think it involves the police department. Do you remember about a year ago a model named Natalia Breshnakov being murdered?” she asked.

“Of course I do. Every guy in the city was in love with her, why do you ask?”

“Because I work for the same modeling agency she did and I know for a fact that the woman in charge gives drugs to the girls. When they become hooked on them, she makes them prostitute themselves to pay for the drugs. Natalia was going to go to the police and she was murdered and the only people that knew she was going to talk were the police. I know Melissa, she’s the boss, is dating some guy that’s in charge of the drug detail and he gives her information about any raids or anything that might jeopardize what she is doing. That’s where you come in, I want to be able to go to the police without feeling that I will be killed, but I have to know who I can trust. Could you please find out if Melissa’s boyfriend is some fool in love with an evil woman, or part of what is going on?” Tiffany asked.

“You’re asking quite a lot Tiffany, I don’t even work at that station let alone in that division. What makes you think I can help you?” he asked.

Tiffany reached across the table and took Hank’s hand in hers. I can’t believe I’m doing this to persuade him she thought, I really am turning into a girl.

“Because I know you’re smart enough to do it for me,” she replied.

“I’ll try, but only for you,” Hank said, he couldn’t believe this beautiful woman had just persuaded him to turn against his fellow officers. The code had always been to protect your own and now he was going to break that code. Damn, why did she have to be so frigen pretty.

“Hank, I want you to be careful. If the wrong person finds out what you are doing, you could be in danger and I’d just die if anything happened to you,’ Tiffany said.

“I’ll be careful. Here’s our food. I’ll help you, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore, I just want to enjoy your beauty,” Hank said.

Tiffany was blushing. Hank was making her feel different than the other men she had dated. Other than Paul, men were for convenience, they were eye candy for her, an escort and even the kisses were superficial. They had felt nice, but there wasn’t anything to it. It was what was expected from a girl, so why was Hank making her feel this way? She was becoming self-conscious of every move she was making. She was acting like a teen aged girl on her first date.

Paul had made her feel special; she really cared deeply for him. He was kind and didn’t push her for more than what they had already done. Hank was different, he was exciting her in ways she didn’t know was possible. She was lusting for this man.

“Thank you Hank,” she said.

“Try a piece of this,” he said as he put his fork in her mouth.

He’s feeding me and I can’t stop looking in his eyes. God, he’s handsome, Tiffany thought.

“That was delicious. I should have taken a chance and gained a few pounds,” she said, as she attacked her salad.

“I can order some for you if you’d like?” he asked.

“Not in your life. I wouldn’t be able to eat for a week if I ate that. Thanks for the thought though,” Tiffany said.

A young girl approached their table with a pen and notebook in hand.

“Miss Rollins, may I have your autograph?” she asked.

“Of course, what’s your name?”

“Suzy,”

Tiffany took the notebook and wrote: to my friend Suzy, best always Tiffany Rollins.

“Thank you Miss Rollins.”

“You’re welcome Suzy.”

“Does that happen much?” Hank asked.

“All the time. I don’t understand it, but if they want an autograph it would be rude not to give it to them if they think enough of me to ask,” Tiffany said.

“If I ask you for a kiss, would you think it was rude not to give it to me?”

Tiffany felt her stomach grow tight with that question, and even more disturbing she blushed.

“A kiss means more than an autograph and it would be rude of you to ask for one. It should be given because both people want to give it,” Tiffany said.

“Point well taken and I hope you will want to in the future.”

“The future?”

“Of course the future. You don’t think this is the only time that I will want to see you?”

“I wasn’t sure. I thought this was just business,” Tiffany said.

“It is business, but there is no law against enjoying each other’s company,” Hank said.

“I guess you’re right. I’m finished with my salad, would you like to walk for a while?” Tiffany asked.

“Sure, let me take care of the bill, where would you like to go?”

“It’s a nice night for December, let’s find a place where we can get some dessert and coffee, I was a good girl and starved myself so I guess a few extra calories won’t hurt,” Tiffany said with a smile.

Hank helped Tiffany from her chair and she took his arm and pulled against him as they strolled out the door. Hank and Tiffany made a strikingly handsome couple as they walked by the well lit windows, displaying Christmas wares.

“Look at that beautiful dress,” Tiffany said as they paused to look at the creation.

“Don’t you see enough dresses when you’re working?” Hank asked.

“A girl can never see enough dresses,” Tiffany giggled.

Tiffany was surprising herself. Dresses were part of the disguise and she had never really been interested enough about them to take notice as to how they looked, but now she was stopping to look at one and wondered how she would look in it. Things were changing for this girl.

“Could we go in so I can try it on? It won’t take but a minute,” she asked.

“If you’re going to model it, I’d love to,” he replied.

The couple entered the store, and were greeted by the clerk, a stylish woman in her thirties.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“Yes, I’d like to try on the dress in the window,” Tiffany said.

“Why, you’re Tiffany Rollins aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, is there a problem?” Tiffany asked.

“Of course not, I’m surprised you’re in here that’s all. You are the Voss girl aren’t you?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t like a dress by another manufacturer, and Margaret specializes in business wear and this dress definitely isn’t business wear. I just want to try it on.”

“It would be our pleasure to have you model it for us.”

“I’m not modeling it. If I like it I might buy it, it’s so pretty,” Tiffany said.

“I hope we have your size, you’re so slender,” the clerk said.

The clerk found Tiffany’s size and handed her the dress and brought her to the changing room.

“If you need a hand I’ll be in front,” said the clerk. “Your boyfriend can have a seat by the shoes.”

“Thank you,” Tiffany said, and smiled at Hank with the clerks comment.

Tiffany took the dress, it felt so light in her hands and she could hardly wait to wear it. She removed her clothes including her bra exposing her glued on forms and then lowered the dress down over her head. She managed to zip the black satin fabric around her back, which hugged her figure and pushed her forms enough to create cleavage. Tiffany looked in the mirror and saw the swelling of flesh above the dress, it wasn’t much, but it was noticeable, her breasts were growing. A year of estrogen, no matter how slight, was doing that to her, how could she not have noticed. She had noticed an increase in the sensitivity of her nipples but hadn’t noticed an increase in size, but then again she rarely removed her forms. She felt afraid that she might be changing, and yet, in a small measure, she felt pleased that she was looking more like the girl she portrayed, and didn’t know why. Had the disguise lasted too long, she wondered?

Tiffany exited the dressing room and called the clerk.

“Excuse me, but my boots don’t go with this dress, do you have any heels that I might try?” she asked.

“That’s gorgeous, I have just the thing, what size do you wear?’

“Size ten, you know, big feet for a big girl,” Tiffany giggled.

“Ten isn’t that big, I’ll be right back.”

The clerk returned and handed Tiffany a pair of sling back pumps with four-inch stiletto heels, which she slipped on her feet. She was a vision to behold, any woman that saw her would die to have that dress and any man would drool to have her by his side.

‘Holy cow Tiffany, you're gorgeous,” Hank said.

“Thank you. I don’t look fat do I?”

“No, you don’t look fat. If I knew you better, I’d ask you to marry me right now. I’ve never seen anyone so pretty.”

“Thank you,” Tiffany said as she blushed with the compliment.

'Why am I blushing like this?' she wondered. Compliments are a dime a dozen in my business and yet when Hank says something nice it effects me. I don’t understand.

“That fits you perfectly, Miss Rollins. Would you like me to wrap it?”

“I’ll have to think about it. I’ll change before I can’t resist buying it. It is a lot of money,” Tiffany stated.

“I’m sure we could discount it for you. After all it would be a feather in our caps to have you in one of our designs,” the clerk said.

Tiffany changed back into her winter wear and hugged the dress to her face. She would be back and hoped it would still be here.

Hank and Tiffany continued walking until they found a small coffee shop that specialized in pastries. They ordered and just enjoyed each other’s company, chit- chatting about mostly nothing, but building Tiffany’s trust in Hank, he really was a nice man.

“May I drop you at home?” he asked after they had finished their dessert.

“I’d like that,” she answered.

Hank hailed a cab and opened the door for Tiffany to get in. He walked around and entered the other door. Tiffany gave the driver her address and the car drove off.

Hank reached over and put his arm around Tiffany’s shoulder. She snuggled against him, liking the strength he radiated by this gesture.

“Would it be rude to ask you for a kiss now?” he asked.

Tiffany blushed again, God why does he affect me so, she wondered.

“No, it wouldn’t,” she answered and turned her head to accept his lips.

The kiss lingered and for the first time since this whole thing started, Tiffany felt excitement for a man, she felt a yearning for this person, she felt like a woman.

Hank broke the kiss and looked deeply into Tiffany’s eyes. God, what a beautiful woman, he thought. I hope I don’t disappoint her. I would die if anything were to happen to her.

Tiffany felt Hank’s stare and her stomach tightened. She wanted to be kissed again and pulled his lips to hers. She was beginning to like this man way too much, but she didn’t care. She finally knew what Brenda was talking about and how she should embrace her femininity. This finally felt right.

The cab arrived at Tiffany’s apartment and Hank told the driver to wait. He walked her to the door and kissed her one more time before she went inside. This meeting would have a lasting effect on Tiffany and she didn’t care that it would.