Lilly Millington’s life changed completely after she met Peter Simpson and she settled into the unique duality of it.

She lived two lives, although that is not quite correct. In her psyche she was always Lilly but physically she alternated between Lester Millington and Lilly Millington. At work during the week, when visiting family or when undertaking the necessary errands that required it, Lilly presented as Lester. At all other times she presented herself in the female perspicacity.

Lilly had come to think of Lester as a regrettable necessity. Without him she would be unable to survive in a harsh world where women like her were ridiculed, scorned, lampooned or worse. If Lilly turned up to work instead of Lester she would be sacked on the spot. If Lilly attended a family gathering, infrequently as they were, her family would disown her and her father would likely have a heart attack. So she sent Lester.

So Lilly vacillated between the physical personas of Lester and Lilly but mentally she was always Lilly.

Peter on the other hand consorted only with Lilly. By mutual agreement Lester was never seen or spoken of in Peter’s presence. Even when Peter and Lilly were discussing undertakings that could only be accomplished by Lester, his name was never mentioned, it was always Lilly or she, her, hers, herself, even when discussing Lester’s affairs.

This was reflected in the contents of Lilly’s wardrobe and dresser. Whereas before the burglary the majority of the space had been allocated to Lester’s clothing, the stockpile of male clothing had dwindled to only what was necessary whilst Lilly’s wardrobe had expanded exponentially.

Peter pampered Lilly and bought her clothes, jewellery and shoes and they shared the financial responsibilities and in return she showered him with devotion and adoration. She also managed the money he made from his illegal activities. Neither of them was stupid and they realised that they would never be able to live together as a couple but when they were together they lived in a fantasy world where anything was possible.

The only fly in the ointment was that Peter was that had become possessive. She adored him of course and she had Peter to thank for freeing her from the prison that was her home but she wouldn’t mind expanding her horizons. Their world revolved around Lilly’s house and the Black Sheep. They never went anywhere else and Peter became incensed if she spoke to anyone other than their own little group of friends at the pub.

Wednesday was ‘tights night’. Tights night had come about because Lilly like to dress to please Peter and he had penchant for both stockings and tights. Lilly thought that stockings were sexier and facilitated intercourse easier. When Peter fucked Lilly when she was wearing tights she was not allowed to take them off or even lower them. Peter loved the feel of sheer nylon encasing Lilly’s legs all the way up her thighs and enveloping her buttocks so he simply poked a cock-sized hole in her tights and fucked her through it, which Lilly loved by the way, but it meant the tights were effectively ruined.

So by mutual agreement, when Peter came around for sex, Lilly wore stockings except on Wednesday which became ‘tights’ night’.

On Wednesday Peter found the front door unlocked and knew that Lilly would be waiting for him upstairs. He was hot for her, his cock pressing against his trousers as he dropped the flowers and chocolates that he had bought her on the hallstand before he mounted the stairs.

Lilly was lying on the bed wearing a pair of ten-denier tan Pretty Polly sheer-to-the-waist tights, white four-inch high heels and nothing else. She was already erect, her cock staining against the nylon. Peter entered the bedroom and undressed, never taking his eyes off her. She was wearing her blonde bouffant wig and heavy makeup, her lips painted bright red, her eye makeup dark and slutty.

Peter fell on her, pressing his hard cock against hers, relishing the feel of the diaphanous nylon on his steely rod, feeling Lilly’s cock pressing against his through the sheer nylon. He kissed her passionately and began to rut, rubbing his cock on hers.

Lilly dutifully wrapped her limbs around his big body, shimmying her legs so that her gossamer-clad gams caressed his flanks, feeling Peter’s cock leaking pre-seminal fluid into her nylons, her own cock slick with precum.

Peter’s kisses became frenetic as he humped away at her body, driving her into the mattress, propelling her into a paroxysm of lust-fuelled bliss. She moaned like a slattern as her cock juddered and expressed her seed into her nylons. Her sperm comingled with Peter’s warm viscous milt as he orgasmed right along with her. He clutched at her, holding Lilly tight against him, feeling her smooth, silky legs scissoring against his body as he pounded her into the bed, their cocks pressed together through the gauzy layer of nylon slick with spunk.

They clung to each other as they climaxed, extracting every scintilla of pleasure from each other. It was pure lust, there was no tenderness or soft caresses, they sucked at each other’s mouths, their spit mingling and tongues lashing as they humped, thrusted and ground against each other, each of them seeking the pinnacle of lechery.

Peter lay panting on top of Lilly, his full weight pressing her slight frame into the covers. He was crushing her and she pushed against him until he rolled off her. The Pretty Polly tights were semen drenched and laddered. When they had both regained their composure they got out of bed.

Lilly changed her tights and put on knickers and a whispy negligee while Peter put on a robe and went downstairs and put the flowers he had brought her in a vase. He opened the chocolates and poured two large glasses of gin and tonic and brought them back up to her bedroom where they drank, smoked and snuggled in Lilly’s bed while watching the small television on the lowboy facing the bed. They were watching an episode of The Sweeny when Lilly suddenly became serious during an ad break.

Lester Millington was a mousy, nondescript little man who beavered away in a small office in a branch of The Bank of Manchester where he managed the bank’s business and investment accounts. He worked with little supervision. So long as his accounts made a profit for the bank nobody really cared about the customers he solicited including how they made their money.

“We should diversify. You’ve told me you know some of the faces around Manchester, you know, fences and criminal associates,” Lilly ran her fingers through the wiry hairs on Peter’s manly chest.

“What do you mean diversify, kitten? You manage my money for me. You know how I make it,” Peter reached across Lilly to get his cigarettes, pausing briefly to kiss her affectionately on the nose.

“Burglary is small time and risky Peter. The Old Bill knows your MO and you're likely to get nicked one day and it’s not like I can visit you in prison is it?” Lilly tousled his hair and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sure that some of the villains you associate with have the same problems you once had,” Lilly speculated.

“What are you proposing, that I just walk up to them and tell them to hand over their lolly and I’ll look after it? They’d find me floating face down in the Bridgewater Canal,” Peter chuckled, not taking Lilly seriously.

“I can set up investment accounts for them the same as I did for you. The accounts would be untraceable and of course I, that is we, would take a small commission,” Lilly was a little annoyed that Peter wasn’t taking her seriously.

“Let me think about it Lilly,” Peter popped a Cadbury’s Hazelnut Swirl into his mouth and went back to watching The Sweeny.

*****

Friday was their night out. Lilly had made her debut at the Black Sheep public house six months ago, not long after she and Peter became lovers. She’d told Peter that she never went out presenting as Lilly because she was too scared to but Peter had convinced that she would be safe with him. He had a connection in the Greater Manchester Police, one Detective Constable Steve Vogel, who he could call anytime he got into a scrape.

In Peter’s company Lilly felt safe enough to go out into the world. It was as safe as it was ever going to be. Peter picked her up in his Ford Cortina then they drove to Richmond Street and spent the evening in the Black Sheep and came home for sex. Nothing could be safer. No squalid coupling down on the canal towpath like some of the other trannies who risked being collared by the police.

Lilly was dressed in a black leather miniskirt, leopard print silk blouse, a black velvet bolero jacket, glossy fleshtoned tights and black high heels. Because she was going out, her brassiere’s C-cups were enhanced with silicone breastforms. Her figure was stunning, her legs were long, her makeup was perfect and she caught a lot of attention from the male admirers and the other trannies.

During the drive to the pub she had to keep Peter’s hand off her legs.

“If you ruin these sheers Peter I’m going to get very cross. You can poke a hole in them when we get back home,” Lilly berated him but Peter just chuckled and patted her knee.

“Not sure I can wait to get you home kitten, you look a treat,” Peter growled, his voice filled with lust.

Peter had taken to calling Lilly kitten and she loved that he had a pet name for her. It was playful but intimate.

Peter parked close to the Black Sheep and he put his arm around her waist during the short walk. Lilly no longer perched herself in the corner at the back of the bar. Wendy, Brittany and Crystal had saved them seats in a booth. Lilly had finally become friends with the girls she had once admired from afar and they got along famously and the girls liked Peter. He was funny, flirtatious and generous, insisting on buying every second round.

Richard was sitting beside Crystal as usual but Wendy and Brittany were sitting alone, discussing which of the admirers who were openly ogling them they would grace with their company. The girls air-kissed, careful not to spoil their makeup but Peter got a kiss on the side of the mouth from each of them and he shook hands with Richard. Richard kissed Lilly on the cheek and squeezed her bottom cheekily.

“Now, now, Richard, I've warned you before about feeling up my girlfriend,” Peter smacked Richard’s hand away from Lilly’s perky bottom.

“It doesn’t matter where you get your appetite so long as you eat at home. Isn’t that right pet,” Richard winked at Crystal who gave him an irritated shake of her head.

The group knew each other well and the playful banter would continue throughout the night until they each went their separate ways. Lilly and Peter had been invited into their little club the first night that Peter had taken Lilly to the Black Sheep and they had clicked. To say they knew each other well was a slight exaggeration. They knew each other within the confines of the Black Sheep. They knew each other’s first names and only what they cared to share about their personal circumstances, which was little.

Crystal admitted to being married and having a family and Richard admitted to being married and that he worked as a used car salesman. Peter had told them that he was minicab driver and on the rare evenings when Wendy or Brittany didn’t pull, he would drop them home on the way back to Lilly’s house.

They all lived double lives and nobody wanted the reality of their mundane existences outside the Black Sheep to interfere with their Friday evening proclivities. They purchased bingo cards and drank and smoked while they played bingo and laughed at the antics of the two drag queens who called the numbers. It was a pleasant evening and Wendy and Brittany picked out a couple of likely lads who they would approach during the sing-along with a view to visit the canal towpath at the end of the evening.

All was going swimmingly until Peter noticed a man sitting by himself at the bar. He was a tall, slim man with longish, lank, wheaty-blonde hair that hung down to the turned up collar of his brown leather jacket. He was wearing tight stonewashed jeans, a white cotton shirt and polished brown ankle-boots. Peter recognised him immediately even though he had his back to them. The man was chatting up the barmaid while she poured him a pint of Boddingtons.

The man turned around, lifted his pint and took a sip then his steely blue eyes drilled into Peter’s. It was Detective Constable Steve Vogel.

“Excuse me kitten,” Peter squeezed Lilly’s knee and extricated himself from the booth.

Lilly was singing along with others to the Lambeth Waltz, following the bouncing ball on the screen while the queer little pianist banged the keys and the drag queens drunkenly encouraged the crowd to sing along. Peter squeezed through the crowd and made his way to the bar where it was quieter.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Peter smiled at Steve and offered him a cigarette.

“Didn’t think this was your sort of place,” Steve took the proffered ciggy and lit up.

“I dropped off my last fare for the night right outside and decided to come in for a pint and a laugh,” Peter lied.

“Then why aren’t you back at your fare’s gaff robbing him blind?” Steve smirked.

“I’ve done him before. Remember what you told me? You never knock over the same place twice and you spread your crimes far and wide around the manor,” Peter winked at Steve.

“This place is full queers and trannies,” Steve sniffed.

“Which makes me wonder why you're here,” Peter raised a brow.

“The Bolton brothers are meeting their firm in the snug. They think meeting here will throw us off their scent. I’m just keeping an eye on them for now, seeing what they're up to,” Steve sniffed again and took another pull on his pint.

“The Bolton’s are into drugs; not my thing,” Peter commented.

Peter glanced over Steve’s shoulder and saw that Lilly was approaching him, smiling sweetly. He gave her a stern look and shook his head but it was too late, Steve had turned around and saw her.

“Who’s this little lady Peter?” Steve looked amused.

Lilly was shocked and she saw the look of despair on Peter’s face but it was too late to back away. Instead she sidled up to Peter and put her arm around him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Lilly smiled at Steve but inside she was terrified.

“Lilly, this is Detective Constable Steve Vogel,” Peter feigned confidence.

Lilly just smiled at Steve and tried her best to use Peter’s bulk to conceal her body. She peeked over his shoulder at Steve.

“Christ Peter, you're batting above your average. Pleased to meet you Lilly,” Steve smiled back at her.

Lilly felt that she could see the wheels turning in Steve’s brain. Steve had the look of bemused consternation that someone had when they thought they knew someone but weren’t sure.

Then a look of recognition passed over Steve’s face.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Peter! Come with me,” Steve barked.

He gripped Peter by his upper arm and led him through the crowd outside to the pavement.

“It’s that tranny from the gaff you burgled on Smith Street. I told you to leave that alone. Are you blackmailing her?” Steve growled, flinging his cigarette butt into the gutter.

“No! No! No! It’s not like that. Well I intended to blackmail her but then something else came up,” Peter stammered.

“Yeah, your fucking dick,” Steve huffed.

“We have a business arrangement,” Lilly stated confidently.

Neither Steve nor Peter had heard the click-clack of her high heels over the din from the pub as she approached them.

“A business arrangement? You’re not brassing her out are you Peter?” Steve said angrily.

“Hey! I’m not a fucking brass! I’m an investment accountant at the First Bank of Manchester, thank you very much,” Lilly got into Steve’s face, which was funny because she only came up to his shoulders even in her high heels.

“What the fuck?” Steve was confused.

“This isn’t the time or place to discuss this. Come back to my place when the pub shuts and I’ll explain,” Lilly couldn’t believe she was being so brazen.

Steve and Peter both stared at her open-mouthed, stunned by Lilly’s audacity.

*****

The ride back to Smith Street in Peter’s Cortina was conducted in stony silence. Peter and Lilly were having their first tiff.

“I told you that I would think about it,” Peter finally huffed as he parked outside Lilly's house.

“And I said we should diversify,” Lilly snapped back.

The headlights of Steve Vogel’s Ford Escort illuminated the interior of Peter’s car as he pulled up behind them. He came over to the passenger door and found Peter and Lilly bickering.

“Come on you two. I haven’t got all night, some of us have to work tomorrow,” Steve opened Lilly’s door for her and was rewarded with the view of an expanse of nylon-clad thigh and a glimpse of red satin knicker as she alighted.

For a second Steve could see why Peter was taken with Lilly. She was virtually unclockable, very pretty and extremely sexy.

Peter locked his car and followed them inside. Lilly ignited the gas fire and poured them all double whiskies. Peter and Steve sat on the couch smoking, not saying much. Steve was impatient to hear what Lilly had to say and Peter was still sulking. Lilly snatched up Peter’s Consulates and Steve leaned over to light it for her, sneaking another peek up her skirt as he did so.

“As I said to you down at the pub, I’m an investment accountant manager at the First Bank of Manchester,” Lilly wasted no time with formalities.

“I’ve set up an investment account for Peter using the pseudonym Lilly Millington which I have full access to. Peter does his jobs, fences his ill-gotten gains for cash and I launder the money through the investment account,” Lilly explained.

“Seems fair. A good way to hide your illicit income from the authorities,” Steve wasn’t that impressed.

Anybody could do what Lilly had done if they had the nous.

“But there is more. We’re making more out of the trading account than Peter is making robbing houses around the manor,” Lilly took a sip of scotch allowing Steve to interrupt.

“How’s that? Those accounts make decent interest but they are long term and take years to pay off. It’s a good way to hide money but I don’t see it as a good way to make money in the short term,” Steve sniffed.

“That would be the case if the person managing the First Bank of Manchester business and investment accounts wasn’t a crook. I think some of Peter’s skulduggery has rubbed off on me,” Lilly smiled at both men.

“I think he’s rubbing more than his skulduggery against you,” Steve quipped and Peter blushed.

“Anyway, what I’ve done is set up a scheme so that one percent of the interest dividends paid to certain trading accounts is secretly deposited into Lilly’s investment account,” Lilly explained.

“How do you get away with that?” Steve was suddenly interested.

“I’m pretty much unsupervised and so long as the accounts I manage turn a profit for the investor and the bank, so no one is likely to check on the accounts in detail. The account holders have no idea how much their accounts actually earn because interest rates fluctuate. So long as their balances keep growing the account holders assume that everything is kosher,” Lilly smiled smugly.

“Ok, so why are you telling me all this?” Steve looked bemused.

“I told you to let it be Lilly,” Peter growled but Lilly held up her hand to him.

“The scheme only works because Peter is a crook looking to hide his ill-gotten gains. He came up the idea to hide his money from the taxman and the Old Bill but I came up with the idea to embezzle a little on the side,” Lilly grinned.

“So who else has a lot of lolly they would like to hide from the authorities and their rivals? Who else has the problem of trying to hide undeclared income derived from illegal activities?” Lilly asked, still grinning.

“Villains,” Steve chuckled.

“Exactly! Villains,” Lilly had a smug I-told-you-so look on her face.

“What if I was to offer the same service to certain criminals? I would create trading accounts for them under pseudonyms. The villains would have immediate access to those accounts whenever they wanted to make withdrawals but I would make the deposits on their behalf,” Lilly smiled.

“But of course this service would require a fee. I would take a percentage of the money they deposited and put said money in Lilly Millington’s account,” Lilly explained.

“Sounds like a great scam but why do you need me?” Steve asked.

“Because, and don’t take this the wrong way darling,” Lilly squeezed Peter’s knee.

“Because Peter only knows the villains on the lower lever level of the layer cake. Sure there are burglars, fences and other crooks out there who would benefit from my services but you know the crooks who make the real money,” Lilly finally got to the point.

“You would offer my unique product to the upper echelon, shall we say the criminal elite, and you would vouch for us. You, Peter and I would split the proceeds,” Lilly grinned.

“What makes you think that I have dealings with the criminal elite as you call them, other than wanting to feel their collar?” Steve baulked.

“Oh come on Steve. You’re taking a stipend from Peter so you’re obviously taking protection money from other crooks. Your position in the Serious Crime Division means that you rub up against Manchester’s serious criminal element and your disposition, shall we say, to be selective about whom you nick and who you collaborate with, places you in the perfect position,” Lilly ventured.

“This is bollocks!” Steve growled and got to his feet.

“Let me tell you something Peter. You and your little Molly here need to wind in your necks otherwise you’ll find yourself inside Strangeways prison,” Steve pointed a finger at Peter.

Steve stormed out of the room and Peter and Lilly heard the front door slam shut.

Outside Lilly’s house Steve climbed into his Ford Escort. He took a deep breath and paused to think. In actual fact Lilly’s idea was not that stupid but he would have to think long and hard about it and Peter was obviously not enamoured with it. He also felt uncomfortable around Lilly. He usually held her kind in contempt but there was something about Lilly, and it was not just how pretty, sexy and feminine she was. She was articulate and intelligent.

“Fucked if I know?” Steve shook his head, started the motor and drove away but he couldn’t get the image of Lilly out of his mind.

*****

“Well that went well,” Lilly huffed.

“I fucking told you so,” Peter sighed.

“Now get upstairs and out of those tights and put on those stockings I bought you. I think you need a good seeing to young lady,” Peter stood up and stretched.

A good shagging wouldn’t soothe Lilly’s disappointment at having her scheme rejected by Steve Vogel but it would take her mind off it so Lilly did as she was told. She was straightening the seams of her stockings when Peter barged stiffly though the bedroom door and slammed it behind him.

“I told you to leave it alone,” he said gruffly as he approached Lilly.

They were having their first fight and Lilly didn’t like seeing this side of Peter. He wouldn’t let it go. She’d made what she thought was a prudential business proposition to Steve and he’d turned her down. There was no need for Peter to keep harping on about it.

“Ok babe, just let it go,” Lilly was thinking that she might not want that good shagging after all.

She wanted Peter to hold her in his arms and kiss her softly, to see the adoration his eyes, to gently flick her fringe out of eyes with his fingertips, to call her kitten. But Peter seemed to be in a foul mood.

“I’ll decide what gets let go. Now get down on your knees and do something useful with that mouth,” Peter strode across the room and put his hands on Lilly’s shoulders.

“Don’t!” she hissed as Peter tried to push her down on her knees.

She struggled with him but she was no match for Peter’s bulk and strength. He spun her around and pushed her down on the bed. He rolled Lilly onto her stomach, pushing her down into the mattress.

“Stop it!” she screamed as she struggled to get up, kicking out with her heels, hoping to hit him somewhere that would cause enough pain so that Peter would let her go.

Peter grabbed both her hands in one of his, squeezing them together and pushing them up her back until it hurt. Lilly wriggled and kicked out, but Peter straddled her so that she couldn’t strike him with her heels.

He pulled the gusset of her knickers aside and slid a finger into her tight anus, then another and Lilly thanked the heavens that she was lubricated in anticipation of sex. Peter slid his fingers in and out of Lilly’s tight anus and she continued to struggle.

“Stop that you wanker!” Lilly cried out.

Peter carried on doing what he was doing and his fingers found Lilly’s prostate two inches inside her rectum and he pointed his fingertips toward her navel and began to massage it. Lilly groaned as waves of illicit pleasure radiated from her perineum, her sphincter lit up too and added to the melange of delight spreading outward from her anus. Despite the pleasure she didn’t want to be treated this way and she kept wriggling and kicking out.

“Stop it you prick!” Lilly continued to struggle.

“Don’t” she heard Peter unzip his trousers.

Peter whipped his fingers out of her anus and slipped his engorged phallus inside her. Lilly tried to tighten her sphincter to expel him but Peter pressed harder, forcing more of himself inside Lilly’s tight hole, opening her up. He delighted in the sensation of her anus clenching around his cock as she tried to squeeze him out. Her nylon-sheathed legs jerking and scissoring as she lashed out, rubbed against his flesh and he relished the feel of her slinky tights. Her buttocks quivered as she tussled, his groin pressed into the soft yielding pillows.

Peter pulled Lilly to her knees. He gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her hard and fast, bringing her to the edge despite her protests. Lilly’s body betrayed her and she moaned a deep guttural sound as her penis snapped to full rigidity and pressed against her knickers, pre-ejaculate soaking the front of the gauzy garment. Peter slammed himself into her, forcing her to enjoy what he was doing to her despite her resistance and protests at the pain she felt where he had gripped her wrists and clenched her thighs.

She felt his release, his semen like burning lava deep in her bowel. It triggered her own climax and she shuddered uncontrollably as she ejaculated, drenching her knickers. Her anus spasmed so hard that it almost hurt Peter to be inside her, but he held onto her shoulders and collapsed on top of her as the last of issue filled her quivering hole. Lilly whimpered and lay under him, unable and unwilling to fight any longer. She felt Peter’s cock undulate as the last of his issue dribbled from it, her anus stretched and aching in a satisfyingly way that betrayed her needs.

Peter rolled off Lilly and pulled her to him and smothered her with kisses as his spend dribbled from her sphincter and stained her stocking tops. Her knickers were soaked but Peter pressed his semi-hard phallus against her groin as he held her close and kissed her passionately, apologising for being so rough.

Lilly said nothing. She was still stunned. Peter had never been so rough with her before. Peter had almost raped her, but hadn't she liked it? She pondered this quandary as she fell asleep in his warm embrace.

*****

The first night that Peter stayed over had presented Lilly with a dilemma. She didn’t want Peter to see her presenting as Lester so the alternative was sleeping in her makeup and wearing her pink rayon babydoll pyjamas and tights to bed but she couldn’t sleep in a wig because that would be impractical.

Lester’s hair was collar length, but it was cut straight and unstyled. The First Bank of Manchester’s dress code allowed male employees to wear their hair below the collar provided it was kept neat. That first night Lilly managed to do the best she could and kept the lighting low so she was passable.

The following day Lester had gone to a unisex hair stylist and had his tawny brown hair cut into a blunt-cut feathered bob and had some blonde highlights added. It looked very modern and suited his small stature. At home Lilly experimented with styling mousse and a teasing brush and was able to perfect a very feminine alternative that framed her face beautifully.

Lilly was now able to present Lester to the outside world as a small-framed, handsome man in a suit, with a smart modern hairstyle and at home Lilly could leave off her wig and still look very feminine. She still wore a wig when she went out and when she wanted to look a particular way but during the day when Peter wasn’t there it more practical to wear her natural hair.

Peter worked every weekday and most Saturdays for Caroline’s Cabs. On Fridays and Saturdays minicab fares were lucrative. Those people without their own cars used minicabs to get around and in the evening people who owned cars wanted to go out on the town without the encumbrance of having to park their car or get pulled over for drunk driving.

Peter usually committed one or two burglaries on Saturday night, robbing his unsuspecting passengers’ houses while they enjoyed their evening out.

Lilly arose late on Saturday morning to an empty house. She took care of her ablutions, put on some light makeup, styled her natural hair and dressed to do the housework. She wore a burgundy nylon full-slip under a black satin V-neck housecoat. She wore hosiery of course because she felt undressed without it but she was wearing a pair of cheap Tesco tan tights. She had ruined too many expensive nylons snagging them whilst conducting housework.

She wore a pair of plain black nylon knickers over them. Lilly called them her ‘granny-knickers’ because they were high-waisted and full cut, designed to be comfortable not fashionable. The ensemble was complete with fluffy pink kitten-heel slippers for practicality whilst retaining a sense of style.

So it was that Detective Constable Steve Vogel found Lilly dressed this way when she answered the door at eleven o’clock.

“Hello Detective Vogel, please come inside,” Lilly was a little self-conscious about being seen in her housecoat but curious as to why Steve was here.

Steve seemed a little nervous and was fidgeting so Lilly took him into the lounge room and seated him on the sofa. She had never been alone with another man before except Peter and she was a little self-conscious, especially given the way she was dressed. She closed the housecoat around her anxiously.

“Sorry about the mess, I was doing my housework. Tea?” she offered.

“Yes, tea please. Us English think that tea is the answer to everything,” Steve quipped nervously.

He still seemed uptight and agitated which surprised Lilly because he had always seemed so self-confident and in charge.

“I remember how you take it, white and two, right?” Steve’s eyes followed Lilly into the kitchenette.

Of course Lilly knew how he took his tea. Lester had made him a cup when he came to investigate the burglary. Steve shook his head; he didn’t want to think about Lester. He only thought of the occupant of this house as Lilly now. He watched her fill the kettle and put it on the hob and then she turned around and Steve averted his eyes. He didn’t want to her know that he had been watching.

“I’ll just put this away,” Lilly returned to the lounge and bent over to retract the cord into the vacuum cleaner so she could pack it up.

The satin housecoat and nylon slip clung to her shapely buttocks as she bent over and Steve admired the view. He could just make out the crevice between her buttocks as the fabric clung to her knickers. The housecoat rode up a little and he had an unobstructed view of her long, shapely legs enswathed in her tan tights. His cock began to thicken.

His gaze followed her to the closet where she put away the vacuum. She turned to him and smiled apologetically and suddenly Steve realised why Peter had become infatuated with her. Even dressed as she was without one of her stylish, flamboyant wigs she looked beautiful, her pretty face framed by her blunt-cut feathered bob. She went back into the kitchenette and fussed around making tea which she brought back to the lounge on a tea tray.

Lilly sat beside him on the edge of the sofa so she could pour and Steve admired her long, elegant fingers, her manicured fingernails painted bright red, the same shade as her lipstick. He could smell her perfume: Dior Poison, everything about her exuded femininity and sensuality. Steve took the proffered cup of tea and Lilly picked up her cup and settled back into the couch and crossed her legs. Her housecoat opened a little as she made herself comfortable the hem of her burgundy slip rode up her thighs. Steve swallowed and took another sip of tea.

“What brings you here?” Lilly asked.

She sensed the tension in the room and Steve’s anxiousness. She thought that he was probably uncomfortable and maybe a little repulsed by being so close to a transvestite. Steve had accused her of being a brass, which she knew meant prostitute, outside the Black Sheep pub last night and stormed out when she had made her business proposal. She suspected that he was here to warn her off, possibly even to tell her to break up with Peter Simpson.

She scratched around in the drawer under the coffee table and found her Consulates and put one in her mouth. Before she could retrieve the matches Steve offered her his lighter and she leaned into him so could light her cigarette. This was the closest Steve had ever been to her and he was captivated by her. When she settled back into the lounge her slip rode up a little higher and Steve caught a glimpse of knicker before Lilly prudently closed her housecoat.

“I’ve been thinking more about what you said last night about investing money in the First Bank of Manchester under a false identity. It would certainly keep my money safe and the tax wouldn’t know it’s mine and more importantly neither would the Greater Manchester constabulary should they find a need to investigate me,” Steve finally got to the point.

“I’ve thought about it too and now I’m not so sure it would be a good idea. Peter really went off at me last night. He err, he even got a little violent. Besides you called me a Molly and accused me of being a brass. For this to work we would have to trust each other,” Lilly flicked ash into the ashtray.

“Look I’m sorry about what I said. I’m truly sorry. In this job I have come across your type before and I have found them to be untrustworthy. They live a lie and hide what they do from their wives,” Steve countered.

Lilly was enraged and Steve saw the storm clouds gathering in her eyes and he held up his hand.

“That didn’t come out right. I know that you not one of the Canal Street Mollies and I know that you live your life as Lilly and that you only hide who you really are because you have no choice. I don’t see you as a grubby little man playing dressup. I see you as a beautiful and alluring lady who is cursed by society’s prejudices and ignorance. I was rude to you last night and the last thing I want to do is insult you. Don’t you see that I find you very attractive and the epitome of femininity and grace,” Steve swallowed nervously.

You could have knocked Lilly over with a feather. This was the last thing she expected. Peter often complimented her and she appreciated it but Steve’s flattery was almost overwhelming. That is if he was genuine and not lying to her just so he could get into her good graces to use her financial acumen to his advantage.

“Well that is quite the turnaround Steve,” Lilly drew nervously on her cigarette.

“Thanks for the compliments but tell me exactly what you had in mind,” Lilly’s interest was piqued.

“Ok, it’s no secret to you that I work both sides of the law. I take bribes and exhort money from certain people involved in criminal activities. I keep the proceeds in a safe in my lockup. My concerns are these: if certain villains were to find out where my lockup is located they might be tempted to rob me. Also coppers in my line of work are often subject to internal investigations. Villains who get nicked will give up bent coppers hoping for leniency or they turn informant,” Steve lit his own cigarette as he explained the situation.

“Ok, I can set up an account for you under a false name. Only I would have access to it to make deposits and withdrawals. I could also arrange for a percentage of the profits from other investment accounts to trickle into the account, just as I explained last night. But you would have to trust me,” Lilly looked at him earnestly.

“What about Peter? He didn’t seem keen on you diversifying, in fact you said he got a little violent with you after I left,” Steve asked.

Lilly paused and took a minute to think. Then she held out her arms and slid her bracelets away from her wrists and showed Steve the bruises.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve whispered.

“And this,” Lilly opened her housecoat and slid her slip up to the top of her thighs. Steve could see dark purple bruises on her flesh under the cheap tan tights.

“Peter did that?” Steve reached out and gently touched her thigh with his fingertips.

The nylon encasing her thigh felt delightful to touch and the view was magnificent, her legs slightly parted, a glimpse of granny knicker forming a perfect Vee. Steve did his best not to be salacious even though he was enjoying looking at her intimate parts and touching her gossamer-clad legs. He withdrew his hand.

Lilly was aware that Steve’s fingers had lingered a little longer than was necessary when he touched the bruises on her legs and she demurely pulled down her slip and closed her housecoat.

“I don’t know how anyone could hurt you. You seem so delicate, so beautiful, so feminine. If you were mine, all I would want to do is protect you,” Steve blushed, he was not used to displaying sensitivity.

“You would know in your line of work that men can be abusive, even to things they cherish. I’m sure Peter didn’t mean to hurt me. Anyway let’s keep this professional. I only showed you the bruises so that you know how determined Peter is that I do not diversify. This would have to be our secret,” Lilly smiled wanly at him.

Steve suddenly liked the idea of sharing a secret with Lilly. He overstepped the mark and leaned into her and kissed her on the lips. Lilly didn’t fight him off but she didn’t respond either. Even though Lilly was non-responsive, kissing her soft, plush lips felt delightful. He put his hand on her knee and stroked it sensually. Lilly gently removed his hand and moved her face away from him. She was surprised that she felt attracted to Steve and if she let him press his advances she was liable to let him. She felt that she was betraying Peter and to be honest, she didn’t trust herself.

“Let’s just keep this morally appropriate shall we. I’d like to think that kiss was just to seal the deal,” Lilly said demurely but her heart was racing and her cock was tingling.

“Yes, let’s just say that,” Steve was embarrassed that he had misread her behaviour and had been rebuffed and he adjusted his jacket to hide the erection bulging his tight trousers.

“Ok, to the practicalities. We can’t do anything to raise Peter’s suspicions. We need to take the money from your safe, not all in one chunk of course, but in manageable instalments and deposit them in the account I will open for you. You can’t make the deposits yourself. You need to stay away from the bank in case you are recognised,” Lilly became all business-like to dissipate the tension between them.

“How do we do that?” Steve said, thinking of options.

“I have an idea. I don’t want you to bring the money here. Peter might see you and I have nosy neighbours. I will come to your lockup and pick up the money. I’ll hide it here and take it into work and make the deposits. But we need to leave Lester out of it. There can be no link between Lester and you,” Lilly reached for another cigarette.

Peter noticed that Lilly spoke about her alter ego in the third person as if he was a completely different entity and that suited him.

“You pick me up from the Black Sheep tonight after Peter drops me off. On Saturday evenings Peter drops me off at the Black Sheep and then he goes to work as a minicab driver and that's when he robs the houses of his fares, but you know that. After his shift he comes back to the Black Sheep to establish an alibi and we hang out with our friends until the pub shuts,” Lilly was on a roll.

“You take me to your lockup and I’ll pick up the first instalment and put it in my handbag and you take me back to the Black Sheep and I hide the money at home until Monday morning when I take it to the bank. I don’t want to keep all of your money in case Peter finds it,” Lilly had a devilish grin on her face.

“Seems convoluted,” Steve furrowed his brow.

“It is, but convoluted is good. No one sees us together. I get in and out of your car when you pick me up and drop me off and no one sees you passing me anything,” Lilly seemed confident.

Steve could think of better ways of doing the drop but the chance to be alone with Lilly, even at his lockup, was an opportunity he didn’t want to miss.

“Ok, when do we do it?” Steve sounded eager.

“Peter will come home for tea around five, take me to the Black Sheep after and go about his business. You pick me up at the Black Sheep at six thirty. I’ll make sure I’m on the corner behind the pub. It will be crowded but that will be good. As soon as you pull up I’ll get in and you drive away as soon as I close the door,” Lilly explained.

“Ok, we’re on,” Steve picked up his cigarettes and lighter and stood up to leave.

Lilly escorted him to the front door and as he was about to leave she patted him on the shoulder. Steve turned to her and Lilly stood on her tippytoes and leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips.

“That’s for luck. See you tonight,” Lilly turned away and Steve took a long hard look at her as she walked away down the hallway.

His cock was hard again.

*****

Peter arrived home for an early dinner at 5pm like he did every Saturday. Lilly had made a cottage pie, carrots, cabbage and rich brown gravy and it was ready to be plated as soon as he got home. She was upstairs fixing her makeup before she dressed to go to the Black Sheep. She was wearing a white nylon half-slip, a padded brassiere, white satin knickers with a matching suspender belt and tan fully-fashioned stockings. Her skirt, blouse and jacket were laid out on the bed, the blonde bouffant wig she would be wearing on the wigstand beside her makeup.

She could smell the whisky on Peter as soon as he entered the bedroom. He shouldn’t really be drinking but he’d obviously taken a nip or two before he came upstairs. He came over and nuzzled her cheek.

“Stop honey, you’ll ruin my makeup,” Lilly chided him playfully, stroking his head.

The whisky smell was stronger than she first thought and she wondered if Peter had been drinking on the job. She knew he carried a hipflask sometimes, but never when working.

Peter had been drinking. He’d also been thinking. Last night the sex had been amazing. There was something about dominating his precious little Lilly that had really turned him on. He remembered their first night together when he had blackmailed her into sex and then became remorseful but she had surrendered to him anyway. That was a buzz, but not like the buzz he experienced last night when he threw her on the bed and buggered her while she wailed at him and tried to fight him off. He almost wished she hadn't capitulated. He could still feel her anus contracting and undulating around his cock as she tried in vain to expel him.

They had had a loving relationship until last night when they’d had their first fight and he had forced himself on her. Peter had no idea that being dominant could be such a turn-on. He’d thought about it all day, dealing with the angel on his shoulder who told him he was a prick and he should cherish Lilly and apologise to her, while the devil on his other shoulder told him that she was his to do with as he pleased and he could treat her however he liked. He still had the means to blackmail her if he wanted to.

Then he’d started drinking and he kept thinking about her lying on the bed struggling as he slammed his cock into her, dragging her to her knees and holding her tight as he ravished her. He knew that she had climaxed, he’d seen the evidence in the front her knickers which were soaked with her jism. Maybe she liked it rough too?

“I’ll ruin your makeup you little harlot. I’ll ruin it when I spunk all over your face,” Peter growled.

“What has got into you Peter? Why are you talking to me like that? You know that I’ve never denied you anything you wanted,” Lilly was not happy with this sudden change in temperament.

“You have got into me! I told you to leave it alone and then last night you tell Steve that you’re going to be some bigshot money manager for all of the villains in Manchester,” Peter breathed whisky fumes in her face.

“I never said any such thing. I merely offered him a business proposal,” Lilly snipped.

She had no intention of telling Peter about her meeting with Steve today.

“Well you stick to looking after my money and my needs. That should be enough for you. Now come here and do what you do best,” Peter physically lifted Lilly out of her seat and pushed her down on her knees.

She knew that resistance was futile, especially while Peter was drunk and unreasonable.

Peter’s cock was level with her face. Despite her anger and reluctance she had to admit that it was a magnificent specimen. His member was partially hard; quivering, long, thick and veiny with a globule of clear precum glistening from the eye which she lapped up before she tentatively licked the pink glistening glans.

She figured that a quick compliant blowjob would be better than being thrown on the bed and ravished like she had been last night and justified her remaining demure and compliant.

Peter’s cock felt spongy and pliable. Because of the booze he was incapable of becoming fully erect and developing the steely rod that usually sprang from his groin as soon as she touched it. Lilly explored his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue and when Peter moaned she was relieved. Hopefully she could get him off quickly. She took his partially engorged cock in her mouth and began to suck it, running her red-lipsticked lips up and down the shaft whilst her tongue lapped at his glans. Peter began to leak pre-ejaculate and she grimaced as she swallowed it, feeling sad because she usually loved drinking down his sweet nectar.

Peter looked down at Lilly dressed only in her lingerie as she sucked his cock. This was where she belonged, being subservient and at his disposal, not pretending that she was some hoity-toity businesswoman. He knew that it was the booze fuelling his emotions but he couldn’t help relishing being overbearing and dominant. He looked down at her big beautiful eyes enhanced by her makeup, her fine cheekbones rouged and powdered, her lips coated in bright red lipstick slavering his manhood.

Peter’s cock refused to become fully erect and she didn’t want to spend half the night on her knees trying to get him off as he struggled with alcohol induced impotence so Lilly cupped his scrotum and gently caressed it as she used all of her oral skills on his cock. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, putting a demure, pleasing and supplicant look on her face. He could see the fear and confusion on Lilly’s face and it fuelled his ardour.

This did the trick. Pandering to Peter’s fantasy that she was his plaything and that he had total dominance over her. His cock began to judder and she sensed the semen roiling in his sac ready to explode. Peter put his hands on Lilly’s head and began to fuck her face as his orgasm washed over him. He cried out with the ecstasy of it. His knees buckled and his legs shook as torrents of semen burst from his cock and filled Lilly’s mouth.

He ripped his cock from her lips and sprayed the last of his issue over her pretty face, smearing her makeup with his cock. Ropes of ejaculate sprayed into her eyes and across her cheeks. Lilly closed her eyes because it stung and Peter smiled evilly as he sullied her face with his jism. Her eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara blurred into a congealed palette and her bright red lipstick smeared around her mouth. She looked like a pretty, cum-covered clown, except she was whimpering not laughing. He bounced his clock on her nose to complete the indignity and then he put his cock away unwashed.

“Get up and go fix your face and then get my dinner, kitten,” Peter chuckled when he saw her flinch as he mocked her.

He left the room and Lilly heard the clink of bottles and glasses coming from downstairs as Peter poured himself a drink he seriously didn’t need. She refused to cry. She went to the bathroom and washed her face and brushed her teeth then she sat down at the vanity table and redid her makeup. She put on her housecoat and went down and gave Peter his dinner which he ate in stony silence.

“I’ll probably be late. Don’t wait up,” Peter growled as he slammed the front door behind him.

*****

Lilly sat before the vanity, the silence of the house seemed oppressive. She wondered what had changed between her and Peter. She supposed he had a right to angry when she had pressed her ideas about setting up bogus accounts on Steve Vogel after Peter had warned her not to. She thought last night was a one off and that Peter would revert to his loving self. But this morning she had been greeted with stony silence and then this evening he had vented his anger on her again.

Was this to be their life now? If it was, she wanted nothing to with it. She was no longer the little mouse trapped in the house, too scared to venture out and show her true self to the world. Peter was responsible for giving her the courage to live her life as she wanted to live it, but it was not his right to control and manipulate her and take out his anger with her by sexually abusing her.

Peter probably thought he had effectively grounded Lilly by not dropping her at The Black Sheep as he did every Saturday night before he went out and burgled his unsuspecting passenger’s houses. But Lilly was not going to be imprisoned. She would go to The Black Sheep and she would meet Steve Vogel as planned. She dressed and went downstairs and telephoned Caroline’s Cabs.

The dispatcher informed Lilly that he could have a minicab at her address in fifteen minutes. She realised that there was a slim chance that Peter’s cab might be the car dispatched as fares were assigned on a first in – first served basis at the depot but the odds were in her favour and when a green Vauxhall Viva pulled up outside her house she was relived.

She sat in the back and endured the driver’s constant glances and glares in the rear-view mirror. The driver knew what sort of establishment The Black Sheep was and he openly ogled Lilly when she came outside and climbed into the cab. He’d uncharacteristically got out and opened the door for her when they arrived at their destination and she saw his eyes light up when she accidently flashed her knickers as she climbed out of the back seat.

Lilly suppressed her anxiety and excitement when she met up with Crystal inside the pub. Richard was sitting with Crystal as usual but Wendy and Brittany were not in attendance. Brittany had already gone down the towpath with a gentleman friend and Wendy had stayed home. Richard went to the bar to buy drinks and Lilly took the opportunity to confide in Crystal.

“Later on I’ve got to duck out for a bit, save me a seat and if Peter shows up tell him I was here but you don’t know where I got to,” Lilly squeezed Crystal’s leg conspiratorially.

“You got a bit on the side? You’re not going down the canal are you?” Crystal whispered; she liked intrigue.

Lilly just winked at Crystal and when Richard returned they made small talk while the drag queens circulated around the pub selling bingo tickets, joking with the crowd and getting them excited.

At six-twenty Lilly leaned into Crystal Lilly and whispered.

“Ok, I’m off, I’ll be back soon,” she just winked at Crystal and squeezed out from behind the table taking her handbag with her.

She fought her way through the crowd heading towards the ladies lavatory and then she ducked outside and took a deep breath of the cool night air. Steve Vogel’s Ford Escort was parked in the agreed spot and Lilly clamoured into the front seat, all knees and elbows, uncaring about her modesty. Steve got an eyeful of her long legs, stocking tops and even a glimpse of knicker which he appreciated.

“Let’s go,” Lilly wheezed as she put on her seatbelt.

As they drove to Steve’s lockup they discussed their plan and Lilly reiterated that Peter must be kept out of it. Given recent events he was likely to blow his top if he knew what Lilly was up to. Lilly was excited to be out on her own and going somewhere other than the pub. The intrigue and secrecy was also rousing.

When they arrived at the lockup Steve got out and opened the roller door which was a slightly convoluted process because he had to unlock several padlocks to gain entrance. He drove the car inside the lockup and got out and turned on the fluorescent lights. Lilly was quite surprised at how spacious the lockup was inside. It was actually two lockups joined together with the dividing wall knocked out and the entrance to the second lockup bricked in.

There was a workbench along the rear wall with tool cabinets on the wall above it. Several filing cabinets were arranged around a single desk which was surprisingly neat with in and out trays and even a telephone. The safe Steve had spoken about was situated behind the desk. It was very substantial and looked like it weighed a ton. The other walls were lined with boxes filled with contraband. In the far corner was a tiny kitchenette where a sofa had been arranged to face an expensive looking colour TV and radiogram. A bed was pushed against the wall. It was unmade, the comforter pulled back and the pillows strew around bed.

“Quite the nest you have made for yourself,” Lily said as she alighted from the car.

“I do all my extracurricular business from here. I don’t keep anything incriminating at home. If I’m working late I sometimes sleep here,” Steve nodded at the bed.

“You are now one of the few people who know where it is, even Peter doesn’t know,” Steve lit a cigarette and went over to the kitchenette and took a bottle of gin from one of the cupboards.

He poured two generous gin and tonics and took them over to the sofa and Lilly joined him.

“You in a rush?” Steve asked as he invited Lilly to sit.

“Peter won’t get home until after ten when his shift finishes. He has to go back to the depot first and cash in and in the unlikely event that he comes home earlier he’ll guess I’ve gone to The Black Sheep and Crystal will cover for me,” Lilly sat down, smoothing her skirt under her as she did so.

“Well this is it Lilly. This is your last chance to pull out. Once you take my money we’re are committed,” Steve said levelly, handing Lilly her drink.

“I’m in,” Lilly said determinedly and took a big sip of her drink.

“What about Peter? What if he finds out you went behind his back?” Steve countered.

“Fuck Peter!” Lilly replied, stunning Steve with her vehement response.

“Trouble in paradise?” Steve asked.

“Paradise lost, I’m afraid,” Lilly replied and finished her drink in one gulp.

“Look, I know I was unspeakably rude to you when I first met you and I apologised for that. It seems to me that Peter dotes on you and I can understand why. You seem to be quite the couple, despite the circumstances,” Steve felt self-conscious baring his thoughts.

“He’s become possessive and I have to admit that now that I’m comfortable presenting my true self to the world, I feel a little trapped. Also, as I told you, he’s starting to become a little violent,” Lilly felt better talking to someone about it.

“You showed me bruises,” Steve sighed.

“He was rough with me again this afternoon. He’d been drinking and… well I won’t go into the details but I think I need to get away from him somehow but I don’t know how,” Lilly sounded lost.

“How could anyone be that way with you? As a copper I know that you never really know what goes between couples behind closed doors but I thought Peter was infatuated with you,” Steve said.

“I think that’s part of it. He has this picture in his mind that I’m his chattel. That he possesses me and if I step out of line he gets angry. At first I loved that he loved me, or thinks he loves me, but I’m beginning to feel trapped,” Lilly began to sob.

Steve gently pulled her to him so that she could cry on his shoulder. She seemed so delicate and vulnerable. Her perfume was intoxicating and the feel of her body pressing against him was provocative.

Steve had accepted a free blowjob or two from the trannies he had pinched down at the canal when he was a Trainee Detective Constable. They would do anything to keep from getting nicked and he knew that other coppers did the same if the ‘girl’ was good looking. But he had never really thought of them as anything other than nancies.

But there was something about Lilly that intrigued him. He knew what she was but that only made her more alluring and desirable. He’d come to know her as a real person and the more he knew about how she lived and how she felt, the more he had become intrigued by her. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t.

Lilly had put her arms around Steve and was clinging to him, letting out her angst and frustration. Steve embraced her softly and let her cry it out.

“I’m sorry. You must think I’m such a ditz. I know that you despise my type and I guess I’m just a trope. A queer little tranny who cries like a girl when things don’t go her way,” Lilly disengaged and sat up straight, shook away her tears and dabbed at her eyes with a hankie.

Steve swallowed.

“On the contrary I think you are beautiful and delicate and desirable and I don’t understand why Peter would ever hurt you. I think he is a lucky man to have someone as lovely and intelligent as you. That kiss you placed on my lips when I left your house still lingers on my lips,” Steve looked into her emerald-green eyes that were brimming with tears.

Lilly stared into Steve’s brown eyes, which at that moment seemed to expound tenderness. They were framed by his wheaty-blonde fringe. His features were handsome, almost delicate, a far cry from Peter’s weathered outdoorsman appearance.

Something passed between them and when Steve leaned into her and kissed her, Lilly felt herself melt. A pang of guilt fleetingly crossed her mind and then she surrendered and became consumed by the moment. She pressed her lips against Steve’s. His lips were soft and yielding and she scooched closer to him and put her arms around him and he held her close but he didn’t clutch her.

The kiss lingered, soft and gentle, each of them savouring the moment. Steve resisted the urge to fondle her, to progress any further than the soft warm embrace and delicate kiss. Lilly sensed his reticence and she adored him for it. She was vulnerable and she knew that Steve knew it. It would have been easy for him to seduce her into a pity fuck and she respected him for not taking advantage of her.

But…

Lilly wanted more from Steve. She wanted to be with another man; a man who respected her for her intelligence and personality not just because she was pretty, desirable and sexy. She knew that she was all those things because Peter told her constantly as did the men who coveted her at The Black Sheep. She took Steve’s hand and placed it on her knee. She opened her lips and slid her tongue into Steve’s mouth and held him tighter, rubbing her body against him.

Steve was conflicted. He adored this woman despite knowing what she was. He had wanted to shag her since the moment he met her and had fantasised about doing so. He’d recalled the time she bent over the vacuum cleaner, unknowingly allowing him to witness how her nylon slip clung to her shapely buttocks, the many times her skirt had ridden up and he’d surreptitiously ogled her long shapely legs, the occasional glimpse of knicker. He’d recalled how her face lit up when she smiled, how attractive and desirable she was. She was a delicate little flower that fuelled his desires every time he saw her.

“We shouldn’t,” Steve broke the kiss but his hand stayed resting on her knee.

“Because of what I am? Because you think I belong to Peter? Because we shouldn’t mix business with pleasure?” Lilly asked, searching his eyes for an answer.

They were still holding each other close, their faces almost touching.

“Because if we do, I’m afraid that I won’t want to stop. I’m afraid that I won’t want to share you. I’m afraid that I will become more infatuated with you than I already am, and thinking about you already takes up far too much of my time,” Steve whispered.

“You know what I dislike about you?” Lilly whispered.

“That I’m a bent copper? That I called you those horrible names when I first met you? That I’m trying to take advantage of your vulnerability?” Steve replied.

“No, it’s your honesty and integrity when it comes to me. Now stop behaving like a gentleman and take what I am offering. If you don’t I’ll feel silly and rejected and unattractive and …” before Lilly could finish Steve pressed his lips to hers.

This time the kiss was not gentle. It was passionate and needy and provocative. Lilly squirmed against Steve’s lean body, pressing herself into him. Her lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth and his tongue met hers. His hand was still resting on her knee and his fingers began to stroke her there, circling her skin, feeling the sensuousness of her diaphanous hosiery.

Steve adored women’s legs clad in nylon. He was a sucker for a pair of pins clad in sheer tights or stockings and he hadn't missed the fact that Lilly was wearing fully-fashioned nylons which were his favourite. His tongue explored her mouth while his fingers slipped under her leg and caressed the little wrinkles in her stocking behind her knee. He felt Lilly shiver and suppress a moan.

His fingers began a long, languorous journey up her leg. He took his time to investigate the expanse of her thigh until he came to the dark gauzy welt at the top of her stocking. He could feel the hem of her silky slip resting on the back of his hand as he fondled the dark, lubricious, band of slippery nylon. He playfully fingered one of her garter snaps before he found the soft white flesh above the welt. He stopped there and moved his hand to her other knee and began the process all over again, savouring every second.

Lilly adored that Steve was taking his time exploring her legs. She relished the feel of his fingers stroking her thighs, lingering just below the hem of her skirt, then progressing to the top of her stocking and finally caressing the creamy soft flesh above the dark band of her stocking-top. Her cock uncoiled in her satin knickers, springing forth from where it had been tucked against her perineum and her testes descended from her inguinal canals, distending her scrotal sac. She tented her skirt.

Steve was enamoured with her. He could taste her sweet breath and her saliva as their tongues wove together, he could smell her perfume, her hair tickled his face, her lips felt heavenly, her tiny body fitted against him perfectly. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, he could feel her breathing becoming erratic, he could feel her body trembling and he knew that she could feel the exact same responses in him as his pulse quickened and his heart raced.

Steve’s hand continued its journey up her leg until he found the lacy edge of her white satin knickers. He played with the lace, teasing her and then his fingers crept upward across the sleek satin. Lilly’s hand suddenly clamped down on his wrist, preventing him from exploring further and Lilly broke the kiss. Perhaps he had gone too far? Perhaps he had misread her intentions?

“You don’t have to touch me there. I will understand if what is between my legs repulses you,” Lilly whispered.

“For someone who is as intelligent and perceptive as you are Lilly, you are also naïve and you don’t know everything,” Steve smiled down at her and then pressed his lips against hers.

He shook off her grip and his fingers circled her bloated phallus through her knickers, softly caressing it, sliding the satin fabric along the sensitive flesh.

Steve was as surprised as she that he was not repulsed. On the contrary he was suddenly curious and then delighted to feel her cock slowly harden to his touch. Steve had thought about this. He had wondered what he would do if Lilly ever succumbed to his charms. He knew that he could use her mouth and her anus to gratify his needs without touching her there and that she would probably enjoy that but he also knew that it would be churlish and selfish. If he really felt the way he thought he felt about Lilly then he would have to accept her exactly as she was.

It was exciting feeling Lilly’s cock strain against her knickers and to hear her whimper and feel her body tremble as he slowly wrapped his fingers around her turgid member and squeezed it. He felt a little wet spot begin to spread in the silky fabric of her knickers where the head of her penis stretched the gauzy material. Lilly was fully concupiscent and erect and he was the one who had elicited her fervour and awakened her desires. It made him feel content and jubilant. Lilly deserved to be pleasured and indulged.

Lilly’s fingers scrambled at Steve’s flies, her fingernails skittering on the teeth of his zipper as she searched for the little tang that would allow her to unfasten it. She found it and slowly unzipped him, making him wait, feeling him tense up in anticipation. Her fingers slipped inside his trousers and found his hard, fervid flesh straining against his underpants. She freed his prong and it stood proud and steely, jutting out of his trousers. She stroked it with featherlight caresses and she smiled when Steve gasped. She extruded a dewy droplet of pre-ejaculate from his glans and worked the viscous nectar into his turgid shaft.

Lilly and Steve were locked together in a passionate embrace, stroking each other’s cocks, enthralled with the licentiousness of the situation. They were having illicit sex in a lockup surrounded by contraband and cash earned duplicitously. In a way it was metaphor; Lilly was cheating on Peter, the only other man she had ever had sex with, and Steve was having sex with the only transvestite he had ever felt anything for other than loathing.

Steve reluctantly broke the kiss and removed his hand from under Lilly’s skirt. He lifted Lilly up into his arms and carried her to the bed, stopping briefly to extinguish the glaring overhead fluorescents and switched on the bedlamp before gently lowering Lilly onto the bed. The bed smelled of man. Lilly could smell Steve’s sweat on the sheets and pillowcases along with a scintilla of Brut aftershave. She also thought that she could smell a trace of dried semen. The Mayfair and Fiesta magazines and bottle of moisturiser on the nightstand were evidence of Steve’s solitary sexual undertakings. To Lilly it smacked of loneliness and desperation. For a brief moment she felt sorry for Steve.

Lilly imagined Steve lying on the bed naked, the coverlet pulled back from his rangy body, his hand working the moisturiser into his long turgid member as he looked fixedly at the lingerie-clad models in the magazines, whipping his organ until his seed spattered on his belly and stained the sheets. The mental image was erotic but also a little pathetic. She decided that Steve would not be masturbating all alone in the lockup tonight.

Lilly took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse while Steve began to strip. She threw the jacket and blouse on the floor and her skirt followed. She was about to shimmy out of the satin half-slip when Steve stopped her.

“Leave it on. It makes you look sexy and I love the feel of it,” Steve was kneeling on the bed, sliding the half-slip back and forth across Lilly’s stocking–swathed legs.

Lilly was lying back with her head on the pillows, smiling up at him. She outstretched her arms, beckoning him to lay with her, Steve’s cock sticking out like the prow of ship from his long, lean body. He fell on her and Lilly wrapped her arms and legs around him and drew him close. His cock pressed into her belly, rubbing on her silky slip as they kissed passionately. Lilly’s cock was straining against her knickers, she pressed it against Steve’s hard body, delighting it the sensation of her slip and knickers fretting her shaft.

They were both impatient and needy, craving release and Lilly desperately wanted to feel Steve inside her. Her fingers skittered across the nightstand until she found the bottle of Boots moisturiser. She squirted a generous puddle of liquid in her hand and slathered it on Steve’s cock. He shuddered as she did so, trying hard not to ejaculate as her fingers smeared the salve onto his throbbing prong. She opened her legs and eased aside the gusset of her knickers and daubed the remaining balm on her sphincter.

Steve stared lovingly into her pretty face as she guided his manhood to her puckered bud. She smiled up him reverently and nodded and Steve pressed his lips to hers and slid his phallus all the way inside her, hearing her gasp, feeling her shudder, her cock pressed against his hard belly still imprisoned in her knickers and slip. Lilly locked her legs around him as she felt his hard, fleshy pole light up the pleasure receptors ringing her sphincter and his glans pressing on her aching prostate.

Steve felt Lilly’s sphincter open like the petals of a flower and her anus clenched his cock like a tight, velvet tunnel. The feeling was like nothing her had ever experienced and he drove himself all the way inside her until his scrotum slapped against her silky, satin knickers. Lilly was scissoring her legs, encouraging him, her stockings felt like silken butterfly wings fluttering against his skin. Her high heels were locked behind his back and her back arched as she impaled herself on his mighty staff.

Lilly shuddered and mewed into his mouth, her nails raked his back and Steve felt the material of her slip suddenly become saturated with warm, viscous milt, he could feel her cock judder against his belly as she expressed her seed. She was coming.

Lilly couldn’t stop herself. Steve’s body pressed her into the bed, his lips were pressed tightly on hers, his tongue trilled inside her mouth, his belly mashed against her cock, his penis stretched her anus. It filled her void and elicited delightful, gratifying sensations that she didn’t think were possible. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave of pleasure and intensified when she felt Steve ejaculate deep inside her, his cock hardly moving, imprisoned in her tight, velvet sheath, pulsing as jet after jet of his musky essence filled her aching cranny.

The lovers clung to each other, unspeaking, but mewing and gasping as they extracted as much pleasure as they could from each other, delighted in knowing that each of them was pleasuring the other. When Steve was spent he lay on top of Lilly, pressing her into the bed, kissing her softly now that the pinnacle of their desires had been summited. When he tried to disentangle himself, Lilly tightened her arms and legs, clutching at him, refusing to let him go.

“Where do you think you are going?” she smiled up at him.

She brushed his fringe away and stared up lovingly into his beautiful blue eyes, drowning in them just as Steve drowned in Lilly’s emerald-green orbs.

“Should we have done that?” Steve asked soberly.

“I think we both know that we were going to do that, from the minute I kissed you goodbye this morning,” Lilly sighed.

“So, are we lovers now?” Steve whispered.

“If you want us to be,” Lilly said demurely.

“Then we are,” Steve lowered his face to her and they kissed tenderly.

To be continued