Two

Rebecca is floored. “You want to do what? You want to leave being a pastor for our church so you can work for some sales company out of Chicago? You have got to be crazy. There is no way that you heard right regarding the pay and benefits. I don’t mean any offense, but you aren’t that impressive. You are a short man with a portly chest.”

She stops, because she definitely has gone too far. I could retort about her own looks and simple ways. Instead, I unfold a piece of paper and hand it to her. It is on Fashionable Incs letterhead with all the salary and benefits listed. It indicates that I was guaranteed this salary for five years in fact. I passed her another folded piece of paper. This was one from our attorney, Jim, who had just done our will. It stated that this was a real document and that nothing in it was a lie or fabricated.

I can see Rebecca almost swoon and drop to the chair at the table. The offer sheet had a space for my name to accept the offer. I continued.

"Gary suggested a couple of things to talk to you about. As you will see on the offer page that as long as I am in sales, I am guaranteed to have to work forty hours a week – no more. I have the first year an orientation period that will last three to six months long. After the orientation period, I will have to spend the weekend at a conference where I am acquainted with everything I will need for my job. I will normally have three to four conferences out of the year that I am pulled away for the weekends. Otherwise, I would have more time at home, more money for us, the kids, and our future. I am really tempted by this."

Rebecca is shaking her head. “It is too good to be true. I struggle to understand why they want a goodie-too shoes pastor – no defense. The money is unbelievable. I imagine that the sky is going to drop down from somewhere. And Chicago. You know that neither of us like to drive in the big city. That is a long commute – in bad traffic two hours each way. You will be gone for 10 hours a day.”

I thought of that, and in fact, I asked Gary that specific question. He suggested, “Drive down to the Metra train in Waukegan. Take the 6:30am train for southtown. Get off there. Walk three blocks, and you are at Fashionable Incs building. You won’t need a car or anything else for that matter.”

Rebecca is holding her head. “I don’t know if our kids can continue to go to our church school if you leave the church.” I had thought of that. “I think we could join the other church down the road. We would have to pay more, but I think we could afford it with that salary.” I shake my own head and then continue on. “I am scared – terrified – but I think the opportunity is too good to pass up. They explained some of the work I would do. It would force me to get out and meet some new people. It would be difficult work. But they don’t want a salesman. They want someone with conviction – who will believe in their products. They want me, because I am not just a talking head, but someone who is simple and down-to-earth. Gary thinks I will do just fine.”

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Gary and I are meeting at a local Starbucks in town as I hand him the offer sheet, signed, sealed and delivered. “Your suggestions were helpful, Gary. I couldn’t tell her the real reasons, but she accepted the part about conviction and down-to-earth. But we are both scared. I am preparing to bring my letter of resignation tonight to our Church’s leadership group. It will shock them. It will put them in a tailspin, because my position, easily replaceable will still take time.”

Gary shakes his head. “I understand. But with this in my hand, we cannot delay; there is much to do. We need you also. We will start with Orientation for you and our other entry level associates on Monday. We can’t afford to wait. We already have scheduled the big conference following orientation. We don’t have time to sit and wait for churches to grind their way along. Besides, I sat where you are now. There is some great joy in being free. The schedule is easier. The work is a pleasure. You will fit in well.”

I respond, “Gary, you are right. This is a big change – a career change. The larger church and family have invested themselves into this. This is something completely different than anything I have ever done. My family fears that it will leave us destitute.” Gary smiles, “It is okay, Michael. Here is the signing bonus.” It is a check for $ 54,000. “This is just as we had promised. This will take care of many different things as you transition from there to here. Of course, we will be paying you ever two weeks, full pay, even during orientation.”

I feel much better with this first promise fulfilled in my hand. I look up and see the bulge in his suit coat. I imagine what it will be like to have my own jewelry box. My eyes sparkle as I say, “When do I get to … you know?” Gary reassures me, “It will be after the orientation. You will have much to learn. You will need to learn where everything is and how things operate. There are some things as Michael you can’t rush into as … you know. You have much to learn.” I shake my head along with him. “It makes sense, Gary.” I will see you on Monday then.

I am holding onto the bar of the train as it heads south to Chicago. I am fighting an awful headache. The last four plus days have been awful. I endured tirades. I endured guilt speeches. A fellow pastor called me up on the phone to berate me for giving it all up for filthy Mammon. I rubbed my head as I thought of the discussion I had with Dan. He had called when news had reached him. It had been guilt and preaching and Jesus. But I wasn’t sure I wanted any of that anymore anyway.

I still nursed a near Migraine as I got off the train and walked north up the road to Fashionable, Inc. I was fingering my ID card in my pocket. I had come in jeans and t-shirt. They said that orientation was simple and relaxed. They also said that the uniform would be here. As I went through the entry, Gary was there to meet me. He saw my face. “It went bad this weekend didn’t it?” I shake my head. “It did go bad, and I am sure more phone calls and angry statements are coming.” He pats me on the back. "Well, walk into your locker and leave it all there."

I walk into a room about the size of our bathroom at home. There is a sink on my left. Down from there is a toilet. There is a nice walk in shower at the end. On the right is a locker with a bench next to it. I use the electronic code I had been given by Gary to open the locker. As I had been instructed, I placed my wallet, my cell phone, and everything that said, “Michael” into the locker. Gary stood behind my back and watched. He added. “This is the place where everything that is home must go. Eventually, we will sync your number up with a company cell phone that you will get at orientation. Here is where you can put pictures and anything that shows your family. But you cannot go beyond that.”

“Before you continue, please change into the trainee garment provided. As the day continues workers will replenish this with what is needed. You can lay your clothes at the second level of the locker. When you are dressed, step out through this door, and I will lead you on.” There is a door between the locker and shower. Gary walks out and leaves me be. I place my cellphone, watch, wallet, and car keys on the top shelf. I strip out of my clothes and put on the company issued clothes. They feel like workout clothes. When I was changed, I knocked on the door, and Gary reentered.

Gary leads me through that door. “This is the way you will enter into orientation and training. As an associate in training you will be using this room and using it as you will later a different locker and space. You are not to enter any other way. Associates in training are not permitted to intermingle with associates, except their manager. You will receive your company cell phone and protocol and more information during your first day of orientation.” As he finished speaking, he had me standing before a classroom. “This is where you will begin. I will see you at the end of the day. Enjoy the first day on the job.” He patted me on the back one more time, and then bounced down the hallway.

I looked around the room at the other would-be associates. There are all men, about my age. None of them looked spectacular. There were different ethnicities. The shape and size all shouted – not impressive. Don’t hire these goons. I look around and pick a chair near the front of the classroom. I sit down and watch while others like me enter.

I’m looking toward the entry so that I don’t even notice a muscle-bound physically fit man bounce into the room. I jump at his arrival. “Hello, Ladies. Welcome to orientation. My name is Victor, and you get me as your trainer to start the day. Before we get into any specifics, let’s lay down a couple of ground rules.” He looks at each of us, until he has our full attention.

"First of all, I want to start with the all-important fine print. No doubt, you are here, with visions of sugar plum fairies dancing in your head, and each one of you is one of those sugar plum fairies. You have seen it happen. I will not deny that this is in your near future. But you need to understand some important pieces of the puzzle. Let’s get our heads out of the clouds. You may not all be able to get a cryx. Some of you will not be able to handle the final test. Some of you will not be able to make one. Others of you will decide that it is not for you. That will be okay. In each of those cases, Fashionable will fulfill their commitment to you for five years. At the end of those five years, they will negotiate with you to see if you can or will continue in the company at that or a reduced rate."

"The next thing I want to do is hand out your schedule." He passed out a single sheet of paper blocked out with times.

"As you see your schedules, you will notice the importance of exercise. Yes, the cryx is a sugar plum maker, but your outward body without it will reflect the body with it. For instance, if you are fat and out of shape before you wear the cryx, you will become a woman who is fat and out of shape. This is unacceptable for our associates. We cannot allow our associates to misrepresent the company in that way. You will spend the majority of your time in these first three months learning what it is like to be a woman: fashion, grooming, and etiquette. You also will consult at least bi-weekly to daily with your recruiter. He/she will make sure that things are moving smoothly. They will provide counseling and help with our work. As we begin the last three months, they will consult with you on how much your schedule will need to change. But obviously, what I have laid out is the most important step."

He stops for a minute as another individual walks into the room.

Portfoloios are handed to each of us. " You are receiving a folder. In this folder is your most up to date ID with clearance level. You have received a company issued cell phone. Inside is a company issued Chromebook as well. These items are to remain in your lockers when you leave at night. It is against policy for trainees or associates to take company materials home without proper clearance. Now that basic orientation is finished for the day, please stand and follow me. We will be going on to my yoga studio."

We follow him into a basic workout room laid out with fifteen mats. Each of us walks to our mats. Victor begins by teaching us and leading us through basic yoga moves. As we master one move after the other he moves us into more complex moves. When we tire or grow weary, he gauges us. Sometimes he pushes buttons to keep us on track. At other times, he backs off and lets us rest. But after 30 minutes, he has me tired and sore in places I wouldn’t dream.

Straight from there, he marches us back to the classroom. Waiting for us is another man. “I am Jeremy,” He says with kind of a lisp, “I am your fashion teacher. I will be instructing you on fashion. I will try to teach you what clothes work together. I will instruct you on what to wear and what not to wear. We will mix it with your complexion. Before you graduate from this class, you must have learned how to put together a day outing outfit, a night on the town outfit, a meeting outfit, and an around the house outfit.

Jeremy began to teach us about what colors went together and what were fashion fauxes. He also taught us what men ought to wear and not wear. He taught that there were some basic similarities between fashion for men and women. But his important point: “If you are unable to care how you look as a man, you will discover the same to be true for you as a woman. The cryx does not change your clothing and make you magically able to appear put-together. You will have to do this yourself.

Fashion was over and we found ourselves back in Victor’s hands. This time we had gone to a different room with bikes and treadmills, and all sorts of torture devices. We were running and moving and nonstop for one half hour. Victor stopped things at 11am for showers. “You ladies stink. You need to hit the showers and clean yourselves up. Remember. Start thinking of taking care of yourselves now.” Then, he stalked out of the room.

A shower was much appreciated, but I didn’t want to dawdle. I was out of the shower and dressed and attempted to groom myself. I was out – probably too quickly for lunch. The lunchroom was a cafeteria. We had assigned seats, two chairs per table. Today, our recruiters ate with us. “Each of you are being served meals that fit your nutrition meal plan,” Gary said as I looked at my salad with a small grouping of grilled chicken. We each had a company issued bottle for water that we were timed to get drunk. This was my third glass. Gary discussed my schedule, my meal plan, my family life, and everything else in between.

But lunch was over too soon. We were back in a different room with Juan. Juan taught us to groom our faces. He had us look into our mirrors and see the blemishes and whatever ugly things were. He had us apply lotions or medicines or whatever we needed for our individual deformities. In the background he chatted about make-up, hair does and other things.

Grooming was only a half hour, and then we were back to cardio. Before we started Victor urged us to eat fresh fruit and nuts. I turned my nose up at the nuts, but Victor pushed and I did try a roasted nut. It was okay. Then, we were on the run again. Victor pushed us as hard as before, but I could feel the drag.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he marched us back to the yoga room for abs. One half hour was short, but it was agony as I moved my heavy stomach this way and that way. It was over before I knew it. Then, Victor had us finish with our yoga. He urged us to empty our minds and relax. He urged us to release all the negative energy and feelings and just enjoy the moment. He worked us gently down, and before we knew it we were sweaty and done.

I was back in my locker room. I had showered and groomed. I had changed back into my clothes. I had a handful of nuts and a banana. I had a bottle of Dasani to go. Then I was walking toward the trains, riding north to Waukegan. Then I was in the car, driving home.
I walked in the door, sore and exhausted. “How was your first day dear?” I looked at her and smiled. “I am physically drained. They believe that we need to be in shape for the schedule and work they have ahead of us. They focused two or so hours just on that, and nutrition too.” She smiled sweetly at me, and responded. “Good. I was visiting with Gary’s wife, Dawn, today. She and I got together. We went to this new workout place she told me that caters to family of Fashionable employees. We worked out together and exchanged meal ideas. She gave me this suggestion for the meal.” I smiled weakly. I was partly glad, but I was hungry. Unfortunately for me I was too tired to go out and get anything else.

That Saturday, Gary's family and my family were walking through the harbor market together. His daughter and my children were together. Dawn and Rebecca were walking through various booths and tables and set up. Gary and I walked farther back. Gary was quizzing me about my first week at at Fashionable. “What are your impressions so far? Not what you thought it would be, was it?” I look around the harbor, then I respond. “I would never have realized the emphasis on exercise and nutrition. I had this feeling that I would get some instruction about what it was like to live and act like a woman, but I didn't expect the other.”

Gary laughed heartily. “No one ever does. They see the cryx and imagine it is a magic wand that covers over the multitude of sins. But it only can reflect what you do as a man.” I think for a minute then continue. “I have to confess that there are some things I am not enjoying – other than the way Victor kicks my ass. I don't enjoy all the etiquette that is expected of a lady. There seem to be so many rules. And I really don't enjoy the emphasis on abs either. Though all of it makes sense. I do have a question though. When am I going to learn what I will actually be doing?”

He walks without an answer at first. Finally, he says, “I will be closely monitoring your progress. Your BMI must reach a certain number. You will have to complete the fashion project. There will be a test on feminine etiquette. You will be judged on your grooming as a man. As you complete each task you will move into different classes. There will be classes on company protocol. You will be introduced to some of your products. You might receive driving instructions for the city. You might also get a walk through on city maps, etc. At the end of the orientation time, you have to have a perfect score on every item. “

I look at him startled – frightened – even worried. “He gently reassures me. You will do fine. I think you will be one of the ten who will succeed. You have the drive and the interest. You just needed something that excited you and moved you. I think you have found it with us.” I grin broadly. “I think you are right, Gary. I think you are right.”

That night Rebecca and I lay in bed after a night of love and passion. Rebecca is talking about the day. “I really like Gary's wife, Dawn. She has been lots of fun. I haven't had someone want to spend that much time with me since we moved here. She is upfront and answers every question the best she can. She has helped me with my exercise, my nutrition, and my shopping. She was telling me that Fashionable feels if its family are happy and fit its employees will be happy and fit. I really enjoy the personal nutrition plan the company website helped me and you all with.”

I kiss her on the forehead and smile at her. “I am really glad. I was nervous at first. We had so many jobs with promises of friendships like this, but this is the first time we have had such a warm situation. I think Fashionable feels very much like a good fit.” With that, exhausted from the secretive workout that Gary and Dawn and family kind of threw on us down at the harbor, we both turned over and fell asleep.

Sunday was a quiet and peaceful day. After my honey do list chores were finished, I sat out on the deck, drinking my fourth glass of water. Rebecca is beaming. “I can't believe I actually had you home and to us all weekend. I could get used to this. It is rough having you gone for such a long time during the week. But when you are with us like this all weekend, it makes this so much more enjoyable. I smile back as I watch the kids run around. I want to sit and take it easy, even when my daughter Rachel asks me to play baseball with her. But I can hear Victor in my head. “Over the weekend, remember to keep this up. The more you do away from here the faster this process will move along. If your children want you to throw a ball, get up and throw the ball. If they want to walk or bike, get off your chairs. Think about the end of the road and make sure you are doing what it takes.”

That evening, we watch the news and Rebecca prepares me for her week. She and Dawn will be doing more exercise and shopping. I imagine I have more exercise and assignments ahead of me. I am surprised how much the things they are teaching will help me whether I am a man or a woman. I needed to lose weight and get my younger body back. I needed to think more about the way I dress and groom. I needed someone to help me bring back some discipline to my life. I had fantasized and imagined my way to this point. This was no fantasy. This was hard work and dedication.

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I am two months into my orientation. I am moving along well, at least according to Gary. I had started my time at Fashionable at 5 feet and 7 inches. I weighed 255 pounds. I hadn't gotten taller, but I had lost nearly forty pounds. My BMI was still obese. I had presented three outfits to Gary as a preliminary idea to get feedback and advise. He advised me regarding the way I combed and did my hair. He was very pleased with the way I kept my face clean of certain deformities. He was pleased that even my toes looked better managed. Overall, I was progressing.

But I was depressed. I needed to lose easily another thirty to forty pounds. I was intimidated by the fashion project. I was concerned about what he or others might think about my looks. I said so to him. He laughed at me – it wasn't a cruel laugh. “Don't you see it?” He said. “You are progressing. You are concerned now how people see you: from your physique, to looks, to even the way people interpret your body language. All of this is what is going to lead to the finished product. If you are worried about your physique, I would suggest that you spend some time at the place in Waukegan that our ladies have been going to. But stay at home on Sunday. Make sure you are with your family.”

Gary helped me and encouraged me through that plateau. By the time, we got to the three month evaluations. I had lost an additional fifteen pounds that month. I was hovering around 200 pounds. I still had work to do. I had some good news. Jeremy had accepted my three outfits. I had passed fashion. I would move on to fashion 2. I had passed Feminine Etiquette as well. Grooming was something that the company would continue to monitor with everyone.

After consultation with Gary, I had a new schedule for the next three months.

He and his supervisor were pleased with my weight loss, but felt now we needed to push harder in Cardio. They were excited by my ability to pick up fashion and etiquette. I did better there than some others. I was curious about the newest class added to my schedule: Practicum. That it turns out was led by a new face: Robert.

“Hello class. Today, we will be doing the most uncomfortable things yet. But this is important. You are expecting to become women. You will need to learn how to dress, how to accessorize, how to walk and move like women. It will be imperfect, but this will help you to assimilate into the world with the cryx.”

The class was dress up. We were sent into a closet one at time. We were told a situation. We were supposed to pick the outfit and wear the clothes. We dealt in wigs. We wore make up. The class sometimes would meet on Practicum. At other times it would spill into Grooming. We would stand awkward and fearful before our peers. But then each peer would fill out a sheet. We were to judge the situation for the outfit. We judged presentation and the ability to pass.

Gary told me, “Part of the purpose is that each of you learns to discern what others are wearing and why as much as to give you practice wearing these clothes.”

After the Fourth Month, I was evaluated by Gary's supervisor, Ron. Ron was a Vice-president of associate training. My BMI was at 25.7, a weight of 169 pounds. I was active and stronger than ever. Ron was a little preachy on this point. “For a man a BMI of slightly overweight is almost ideal. But a woman will appear undesirable in certain areas. One thing you will have to remember is that women have different ways they are judged than men. Keep it up.”

Later Gary said, “You have passed every item but BMI. They will probably kill you these next two months. But you are close – so close.”
He was right. They took away more of the Grooming – all but one and had pounded cardio into all of us. So far, only one of us had reached the ideal BMI. But by the end of the fifth month, I was evaluated again. With a month to go, I had reached a normal BMI. If my BMI remained stable, I would be eligible to take the final test.

There were five of us this last month who had reached our ideal weight. Our schedule focused more on yoga and abs at this time. Let me tell you that this is much easier than it was five plus months ago. We moved back to two cardio sessions a day. Those were replaced with more practicum. Everyone was partaking in a new class, Company Protocol. We began to hear and learn more about the cryx itself.

During Study Hall, another recruit, named Justin and I were talking about everything we had been through. The two of us had lost the most weight, but were often cast aside by Jacob and some of the others as not as masculine as the rest of the group. We were each talking about the power of the cryx. One plastic replica we had been able to wear in one of our classes, it appeared like a diamond, but in one he had warn for practicum that day, it looked like a blue emerald.

Just then, Jacob and Alex walked by. “Hey, girls, want to go out on a date with us tonight?” Justin started grinding his teeth. I said, “I’m not sure you would do much for my girlish figure I said as he walked past.” He and Alex looked back with evil sardonic grins, but continued on their way. When they were out of earshot, I mumbled to Justin. “That is the stupidest joke ever. What do those two goons think we are here for? To become the Incredible Hulk?” At this Justin visibly relaxed. I patted his hand gently.

Justin sighed. “I really thought that by coming here I would finally be among people like me – not so many jerks. I didn’t realize that they would be here too, among guys who are hoping to become what they are teasing us for.” “Don’t worry about it, Justin,” I told him. We have bigger things to focus on than those two.

It was after this event especially that Justin and I became fast friends – better friends than either of us ever had. While Gary and his family started drifting away – he had his own training going on for something mysterious it seemed. Justin and I got together on weekends. He lived North and west of Chicago. At one time, our families got together in a northern suburb. And it was a miracle that his wife and my wife hit it off and all our kids seemed to really like each other as well.

As the weeks would go Justin and I would endure constant teasing. Each of us looked more and more feminine while Alex and Jacob and one of the others become more and more masculine. I guess they always had that in them, but just needed help to bring that side of them out. And we – of course – were not men or women in their books.

I am absolutely fascinated with the cryx. Once the cryx is formed it is kept upstairs in a chamber that only the one who formed it is allowed to enter. We will step into that chamber. But from here it gets embarrassing. The cryx is powered by male semen. We will have to masturbate the first time to bring it to life. We will use magazines or television images to look at and watch while we will masturbate on top of the cryx. That part is weird. But once we are wearing the cryx, it can be different. We will be encouraged to partake of sex with clients and other places in the city of Chicago during hours or during conferences.

That was kind of weird too. I will admit that I was looking a little more like a lady. I will even admit that I dressed a little more metro-sexual. I had begun to have manicures and pedicures. I took time to do my now much longer hair than it ever was. I wore creams on my face. But I didn't have any desire for sex with men. I was very heterosexual. I was still very good in bed with my wife. Thanks to all the exercise, I was too tired for masturbation most of the time. Sex at home had become fast.

And if that were not bad enough, there were lots of rules. We were not to have sex with any men who had worn a cryx. They said that this was so serious that they would have to kill both people. This was the first time that I really thought that this is not a game or just fun. This is big time. They were willing to kill people for sex with anyone. They were willing to threaten us if we masturbated outside of work or home. I was beginning to wonder what I was getting myself into.

We were encouraged as men to keep things close to home, so to speak. They forbid sex as males with anyone other than our spouse. If our spouse were to die, they strongly encouraged male abstinence. They allowed masturbation, but either at home in private (carefully), or in the chamber. But Ron told us, “Masturbation is better at work. There is complete privacy. Your recruiter and I can help you to build a collection of props if you need them. We will not forbid it outside of these walls, but it is problematic, especially at home.” We all laughed nervously at that. I think we had all been dirty at times.

Of course, Jacob giggled through the whole thing. But this time, he said something a little too loudly that Ron, the Vice-President of Associate Training heard him. “Mr. Jordan (Jacob’s last name), I see you are curious to find out what might happen should the semen of someone who has fired up a cryx is in someone else’s hands? It is powerful. It can be connected to a second cryx. Those higher than I have surmised that it could be used to control your mind, especially when wearing your cryx. It would be best for you if you didn’t find out.”

Jacob still seemed to struggle to maintain a mature level regarding this very serious discussion, but at least nothing burst out of his mouth. So, our instruction was able to continue.

We are shown pictures of the cryx. We handled a plastic replica of what one might look like. We dressed in practicum with faux cryxes around our necks. All of this made things seem even more real than they had before. We were just weeks away. We were starting to get an idea of what things might look like and how serious things were.

I approached Gary about the final test though. “Gary, when do we begin to study for the final test?” Gary replied. “It isn't a paper test or some kind of quantifiable test. It is an event that will determine your suitability and help you to create the cryx.” I open my mouth to ask more. Gary just shakes his head. "Michael, that is all I can tell you. You will have to find out on your own."

It was two weeks before the final. Each of us now had at least one study hall, except two. Jacob and Alex had not reached the BMI requirement yet. The other twelve with their work all done, had time to rest from all the cardio and ab work. It gave us time to speculate. Some of us talked about what we would look like with a cryx. Others of us speculated on the final test. We also were taking a look at each other. Jacob was looking like a mighty fine male, and some others weren’t far behind. Others were now skinny and could almost pass as a girl with the right work done already. There had been comments about that with me and Justin.

I talked to Gary about that. I asked him, “Does that mean I'm going to be a masculine woman, because I am a softer and gentler man?” He shook his head. “It isn't quite what we told you that the cryx turns us into the feminine version of our male selves. I haven't heard of a situation where an active cryx didn't just transform the individual into a beauty. We have refused to give the cryx to anyone unable or unwilling to reach the BMI requirement. I believe Fashionable does this, because they want us to be truly dedicated to the product that we sell. We tell you it is because you won’t be able to be beautiful, but I personally don’t believe that.”

I nodded. “I guess that makes some sense to me.” Gary went on. “Otherwise, if they pass the final test, they are safe. The most important thing to focus on is the yoga, the practicum, and the Grooming. I think you will be fine. You will make an excellent cryx and you will become a gorgeous woman.” That was all I needed to feel better. I breathed a big sigh of relief and was able to relax after that.

The last two weeks went as slow as any weeks could go. I wasn't really able to sleep very well. Time seemed to march slowly those two weeks. Then came the Thursday before our final test. Just about the whole schedule was thrown out that day. We still had morning yoga, but then we moved into abs and cardio. At ten thirty, we were already cleaned up and sitting in the classroom. We had another visit from Ron, the Vice-President of Associate Training. But he introduced someone else. “Ladies, I would like to introduce you to who will hopefully be your boss when the weekend is over, Frank Walker, President of Associate Training.”

We gently and politely clap as he steps to the front of the classroom. He motions with his hand. “Today, we will be introducing you to some final company protocols. We will lay ground rules for you in your new lives, should you be able to make the cryx. We will first, however, take you down to the garage. Security has made sure that pre-associates are the only ones down there. Please follow me.”

We stand up and follow him to the entrance and outside. We walk in the cold weather until we get to a parking garage. We are motioned in by a guard whose face and body are in a mask and black body armor. We walk the aisles of cars on the bottom row. Frank continues his instruction. “Each of you who make a cryx will be issued a Mazda MX-5. These vehicles are leased and will be replaced every two years. They will be part of the look that we want you as representatives of our company to portray.”

We are given limited ability to walk up and down the aisle we were led to. But not too far! Up in the distance was another guard. He or she wore the black body armor and a mask to hide his or her face. But I turned and focused on the cars. They were cute. These cars looked perfect for a sexy little thing to sit in the front seat and drive around a city. I peeked in. Gary stood beside me. He pushed some buttons and the car beeped. Then, he opened the door. “Why don't you step inside?”

I sit down – unfortunately I have to adjust the seat back because it is too close to the steering wheel. I enjoy the leather interior. I take in the built in GPS. Ron steps into the passenger seat. “These babies also have satellite radio – the basic package.” He continues to talk about the more technical things about the car, the amount of V's. I tune him out as a scent comes to my nostrils. I can feel it move down right to my hips. Gary looks at me. “I think we need to step out, Michael.” It takes a minute but I get out. Gary said, “We thought all of these hadn't been used by associates recently. But you must have become sensitive. You could smell the perfume of the last associate in here. Don’t forget the power of our presence. Even the perfume that lingers behind will leave an impression in the mind of someone who smells it for hours and sometimes days to follow.” Gary leads me out into the fresh air and slowly I come back to myself.

There was nothing new about the day. There were meetings, final classes. Then, things ended – as usual – with yoga. Victor impressed on us, “Yoga is a vital part of preparing your body and mind for the cryx. That is what I am told anyway. I am also told if you get nervous or uncertain, start with the basic moves we have taught you and let those guide you.”

Then, the day was over. It was a coincidence, but I ended up walking out with Jacob to the train station. The really weird thing was that he was actually talking to me. But he was talking smart about the yoga. “It has been a waste of time in my opinion. I think the important stuff was the cardio and the basics.” I kept my opinions to myself. I didn’t quite understand what he was trying to accomplish by asking me about my opinions on this stuff. Was he trying to see if I took it seriously so he could tease me later? Did he think that I might actually know something? I just decided to forget it and him as we went our separate ways. I dismissed him at the train station with only this statement: “I guess we will just have to see.”

It was the day! Rebecca had been floored that I didn't have to pack some huge amount of clothes or anything else. I figured – I told her: “They will be giving us what we are going to need. I usually wear a uniform at work.” She laughed. “It is probably going to be some man's games.” I could tell she was nervous about what was going to happen – well so was I. But she was excited. Dawn, her new BFF, was going to come over. They were going to go shopping together in Milwaukee today during school. Tomorrow, she and Dawn were going to take the kids to downtown Chicago. They were going to come back and stay at Key Lime Cove. Then, they would return for Sunday night. I wasn't going to be back until Monday evening.

I walked into the building. It started as yesterday. There was yoga – I heard Jacob grumble at that. There was more abs and cardio, as usual. At eleven, we sat in the classroom. Frank walked in. Frank talked some more about the many opportunities at Fashionable and the departments that we might find ourselves in. I tried to focus on everything he said, but I was anxious and it seemed that he talked on and on. Finally it was noon. We continued on to lunch. It was a half hour alone at our individual tables. At 12:30, Frank walked in again.

“Alright, ladies. From this point, you will return to your lockers. It will be up to you how you pass your time from now until we call you in for the final test. Goodbye until later.”

It wasn't long until I was sitting on the bench in my locker room wondering what now and what should I do. Time seemed to pass very slowly. At first I thought to pass the time with my imagination, but I was more nervous than imaginative at this point. Instead I stood up and began to move into downward dog. And from there I found that my body and mind relaxed and I was able to step outside of myself. I don't' know how long I was at it, until Gary walked into my locker room. “Michael, it is time. I am leaving this black silken robe on this hook. Strip from your clothes and put this on. He also threw down some silky slippers. When you are ready, step out and we will make our way. “

We walked down the hall and to what appeared to be a dead end at the hall between the classroom and the gym. Suddenly a door appeared out of nowhere at the end. Steps led us down from there. The steps went down to a basement floor, but it seemed that we went down several floors. At last we stood before a heavy door. Gary looked at me, seriously, then spoke: “I must ask you if you wish to continue. I don't want to scare you. You will not get hurt in there. You will make it out one way or the other. But if you wish it, you can leave now. You will have at least five years of pay with Fashionable at the agreed upon salary.” I shake my head. “No, I want to do this.” Gary smiled. “I hoped you would say that.” He pushes open the door. Then I walk inside.

I walk down what seem to be a stone cellar corridor. I could reach out my arms and touch the walls. But suddenly things come to an end. Before me is an archway, but it is closed off. I touch the smooth stone archway. I touch the cement that seems to close the entrance. I remember what Victor said. “Remember the yoga forms.” I relax my mind, and moved into mountain pose. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I closed my eyes. I slipped into downward facing dog. I stepped into warrior, and I forgot what I did from there.

At some point, I felt some kind of shift, and I opened my eyes. I discovered that I had moved to the other side. I wasn't turned around. I understood that I had moved beyond not because the rocks had moved. No, I had passed through. It felt very supernatural. It was my own first personal experience with it. It send shivers up my spine. It was another reminder that there was something other-worldly about the cryx and the changes that associates experienced when they wore the cryx.

Somehow I knew that this was the moment. This was the real beginning. I stepped into a cavern with three open archways. I step up to the one that has a Roman numeral one at its corner. Then, I step through. I look down at myself. I am in my own body, but a younger version of myself. I am wearing my sister's clothes. Yes, I did it as a child. I had cross-dressed. Why do you think I was here to begin with? I remember those moments, sneaking into my sister's room, getting her clothes and then waiting for night. Now, I was dressed up all frilly. When I tried to look into a mirror, I didn't like what I saw. It was frustrated and irritated. My mind said, “Take off the clothes. Let go and relax. You will be okay.” I take off the clothes. Hide them away so I can put them away correctly tomorrow. Then, I get into my pajamas, and move into mother's sitting room. I begin the yoga moves relaxing and losing myself.

I find that I am through the first archway. I stand and think about that for the moment. First, that was a strange thing to bring to me at this moment. But then I had a sudden flash of insight. I had been unhappy, even then with myself as a guy, and my dress-up experience hadn’t made me look any better. It was brought to my mind because I needed to be at peace with the past. I needed to know that it was okay. “I am okay,” I said out loud.

Then, I stepped up to the second open archway. I step through. Now, I am standing in a version much older than I was as a kid. In fact, I remembered this time – last summer. Rebecca and the kids had left for a long weekend for her mother's. I was wearing some female clothes – not many because I didn't want to purchase too much. I had movies and books and my computer. I was dressed up and ready for an evening of erotic activity. I could feel my excitement. But it felt wrong. This was not the way I would use my semen – now that was dedicated for my wife and for the use of the cryx. Yes, I would be engaging in such erotic activity, but this wasn't the time or place. I take off the clothes. I move down to our open basement and move into yoga steps. I relax and calm myself.

I am through the second archway. I shiver as I work through my feelings and emotions about wanting to be a woman. I even smile as I think about what I could do now, even without the cryx. I could probably pass. I could apply the make-up. I could put on a wig. I could dress and pad and pass as a woman in public. But even that wasn’t necessary. I was going to be a woman. One more archway would make it all mine!
I walk up to that last archway. I am about to walk through when I look to the center of the room. Somehow the strange stone archways are connected to a dais at the center of the room. There, glowing in the center, is the makings of a cryx. I see it glowing, so close, within my grasp. I could already grab it. I could take a short cut. I could walk right over to the dais, take the cryx and avoid the third test. But something tells me that this path is dangerous. So, I slow my breathing down. I close my eyes. I immediately move into my relaxation techniques. I breathe and step from form to form.

Somehow, I find myself in the third archway. I am still a man, walking again up to work. But this time I am going in at the associate entrance. I enter and walk through security. It seems I had passed the test just last week. One of those guards in black speaks mechanically – it seems through the mask : “You have clearance for floor two. Proceed.” I knew that, but I didn't argue. I step up onto the escalator. It goes up until level 2. Others proceed past me to the next escalator going up. I proceed to a door and present my card. I walk through.

I am walking down a white corridor. There are doors on the left and the right with ladies' names on them. I make it all the way to the end of the corridor, but I have not seen my name. I start to feel frantic. I look behind me. I look left then right. I look at my company card, but that only has a barcode and numbers on it. Then, I remember what Victor had said. “Remember the yoga forms.” I relax my mind and move into position. Suddenly, I stand before one of the doors. I take my ID card and scan it. The door opens. I walk into a locker room just like the room I had as a trainee. I put my clothes into the locker. I comb my hair back and open the door ahead of me that leads out. Naked I walk into a chamber. There on a table in a jeweled box is my cryx. The table is at knee level. I reach down to take it, but an invisible glass window seems to be there. I push, but I am unable to touch it.

Again, I surrender my thoughts and emotions – I empty myself. I come to peace. I feel the cryx, come to life. It goes from dull silver to a bright moon reflecting silver. It talks to me. I open my eyes.

I am no longer in the archway, but I stand before the cryx. I had passed through the final archway. And there is the real thing. It lays before me, glowing. There are gloves to its right and left. There is writing in front of it in a color that dazzles. It says:

Congratulations, sister. If you are reading this. You have made your cryx. But do not touch it yet. Put on the leather gloves. Then grab the silver chain carefully, making sure it doesn’t make contact with your skin. Then, carefully walk the cryx back to the entry.

I follow instructions. I put on the leather gloves, and walk back the way I came. The cemented closing is gone. I walk through that archway – nothing happens – and am back at the great door. I knock timidly and Gary opens wide. He sees the cryx in my gloved hands. He pulls out a jeweled box. “Put that in here for now. There is more to do.” I follow as instructed. He closes the jeweled box and hands the box to me. “This is yours. You can carry it. But remember this needs one more thing before it will work.”

He leads me up the steps back to where we come. But we do not exit through the Trainee room. “You won't be going in there – until it is your turn to train like I have. You are going up one more.” He leads me up one more set and then pushes open a door.

“I remember this.” I let out as we walk into the hallway. “It was in.” He interrupts me. “Let's not talk about that.” He motions me to be silent and we march on. We are in the same hallway that has all the escalators running up. Currently they are all turned off. On my left is the door I had presented my credentials to enter and go into my locker room. Gary leads me into a different room. There is a man sitting at a computer. Gary hands him a card. This is my card. I am Gary Prost. I am a certified Associate Ambassador. The man puts it into a machine on the left side of his computer. On one screen his information comes up. It lists his name and address. It lists his female name: Gerry Pride, position, and clearance – he moved up to level 4 today.

I said: “Congratulations Gary or Gerry.” He turns. “Thank you, Michael. You are the reason I am moving up to third floor. This is a big step for me.” I shake his hand. Then, Gary presents a second card to me. “Michael you hand it to him.” I do. He pops it into the computer. It lists my name and address. My female name pops in: Michelle Gorman. It lists my position and clearance level. Then the man behind the computer motions me to sit down in a computer station tucked away in a corner of the room. He hands me back my card. “Take this. Enter it into the computer. You will be asked a few questions and then, you will have the opportunity to choose some things.”

Confused I walk to the computer. I plug my card into the computer and my information pops up, along with a little arrow to the right blinking, “Next.” I press it.

Some questions ask me to verify my identity. Others get more personal to favorite colors. Then I am in another page. I am choosing pictures from a large database. I click on movies, books, and magazines. "Which ones excite you most?" It asks. Another page pops up: " Which lady would you imagine looking like?" Each time, I can hear my conscience trying to rise up as it once had in a past life. You need to stop this. You can't follow through.

But another part of me which had been there too also rose up. This is no different than at your computer in your office before. Before you did it in secret hoping church and others would never see. Now, you will do it knowing that it is expected and encouraged. I pushed down my conscience and focused again on the screen. I answered the questions. I followed the prompts. And when I am finished, I am before a final screen. It reads:

Dear associate, your cryx chamber has been programmed for your use. Please use the desktop in your office for future programming. Here is your profile:

Associate is Michelle Gorman, age 22. Michelle is an entry level associate with level 3 clearance.

I log out and pull out my company ID card. I stand up. Gary rises to meet me. “Are you ready?” I shake my head affirmative. I am unable to speak. I am excited and terrified at once. Gary leads me out of the level 3 control room and back to the level 2 entry. We walk past the escalators to the door marked: Associate Entrance. Please present ID before entry. He stops me.

“I am going to go to the next floor. I have my own entry point now – brand new to me. I will meet you afterwards. Proceed through this door. Look for the door with your Associate name on it. You know what your associate name is right?” I shake my head yes. He goes on. “Enter into the locker room. Take off the robe and walk into the shower. There will be plastic on the floor and a razor in the corner. First, shave around your testicles so that it is clean. Then, you will pick up the plastic, roll it into a bag and throw it away. Then enter into the cryx room. Remove your robe and place it on the hook to the right. Place the jewelry box on the table, and open the box. Then click the touch screen, and you can choose between a movie, pictures, or a book. At this moment take your time. Enjoy a fantasy or two. Then, when you masturbate, make sure that you do so on the cryx. It won’t make a mess I promise. You will see. When you are done, it will be glowing a silver-blue. At this point, open the drawer underneath the table and put on leather gloves. It is good policy to wear the gloves when you put on the cryx and when you take it off. Then place it around your neck. When you are ready, step through the door on the other side of the cryx table. I should be waiting for you on the other side.”

At this point, Gary turns and heads back to the secret stairway. He shuts the door and I am left standing outside the Associate Entrance. I pull out my Associate ID and present it to the scanner. A screen above it which was showing me standing there a moment ago, turns blue. It reads: “Welcome Associate Number 66615821. Please enter.” The door clicks and I pull it open. It is a long white corridor with doors on the left and on the right. Each one has a woman’s name on it. On the left the third from the front I see: Michelle Gorman. I again present my ID card at the entry. It scans and the door clicks. I walk inside.

It is the same sized locker room that I enjoyed as a Trainee. But it was laid out differently. The shower was not at the opposite end, but on the left. The door out into the new world was on the right. I open my locker. Inside are my clothes and articles left at the locker downstairs. Everything was still there. I hung my robe on the door and walked into the shower. There was plastic on the floor of the shower. I looked to my right and on the bench was a scissors, a shaving cream, and a razor. Very carefully I cut the long hairs until they are short. Then I rub the cream around me and shave carefully around my testicles and balls. I put the tools back, then step off of the plastic. Carefully I roll the plastic up so that I do not put hairs in the drain or on the floor. Then I throw the plastic in the bin marked waste.

I put my robe back on and grab the cryx box. It is the moment of truth. I open the door and step into the cryx chamber. The room is filled with a clean cut black tile and white grout from floor to ceiling. Above me there is a silver blue light shining into the room. I pull out the cryx box and place it on the center of the metal table. It clicks into place. I carefully open the box so as not to touch what is inside. Then, I open the drawer of the table on the left. That drawer has a tablet inside. It is already powered on.

I swipe through choices. I watch through some movies. It was dirty and kinky and exciting all in all. Finally, I was hard and excited. I was ready. I stood up from the metal chair in the room and I walked up to the table with my dick stick out straight in front of me. I had the screen in my hand and displayed was the woman of my dreams. That is what I would look like. She had dark brown hair – as opposed to my light brown hair. Her hair in some pictures looked auburn or almost red. She didn’t have large breasts, but they were tasteful and perfect. She was young and hot. As I stared at her, I let go of my frustration and desire and it came shooting out of me.

When I was finished, I carefully backed up and stared at the cryx. It was glowing a silver blue, just as Gary had said it would. I open the left drawer and plug the tablet in and put it away. I leave it on as I had been instructed. I turn left to a small metallic sink in the corner. I wash my hands and dry them with the hot air dryer. Then, I step back to the table. I open the right drawer. I pull out the two leather gloves and one after the other put them on my hands. I reach down and take the silver chain. I bring it up to level with me. I stare at the intricate design and diamond in the middle. I marvel that this is now mine. Then, I put it over my head and around my neck.

When the intricate circled silver touches my skin, I feel a burn, and things turn inside out. It feels as if I lift up off of the ground. I feel like I twist in and out. I feel the world get smaller. I feel some parts of the body pull in and stick out. The hair comes down from head and past my cheeks, eyes, and face. Then, it is done. I look down. The cryx is lying gently between two very perky breasts all my own. My fingers easily come off of the once tight gloves. I put them back in their rightful place. I marvel at my fingernails. They are long and pointed and red. I run my hands down my smooth hairless skin. I peek behind me past my shoulder length hair and to my ass. “I hope there is a mirror beyond here.” I think to myself. Then, I pull my black satin robe over my shoulders. It feels so different with my hairless sensual skin. I tie the satin belt to hold things in place. Then, I open the door to the next room.

There is a hallway here. On the left is a small bathroom. I walk in there to look in the mirror. Staring back at me is the woman I had imagined. My hair is darker brown and auburn. My eyes have a tinge of green. My hair has perfect curls, as it flows down to my shoulders and just above my breasts. I giggle as I look at myself. That was a definitely new voice. “Hi,” I say in a soprano that is very different than the bass I had always heard before. I walk out of the bathroom. There is another door next to the bathroom. That is closed. But wide open is a small office and sitting in one of the chairs is Gerry. She is wearing a blue-green silken robe. She invites me to take a seat in my office chair. I take in my surroundings and myself.

After several minutes of looking in the desk, seeing my computer, and everything else I need, Gerry holds my hand and leads me out of the office. We are in a corridor filled with windows leading to other offices on the left and right. At the end there is a room. “On Call.” It says. Gerry talks to me. “This is where you can rest if you are staying here for some reason overnight. That is almost always forbidden at your level. There are not enough for all the associates that man these offices. But tonight, inside is a present Fashionable Inc wants to give you.”

I look at Gerry nervously. But she encourages me to open the door. I walk inside. Sitting inside is a man with black curly hair. He is dressed nicely in a silver silken buttoned shirt and in tight black pants. He is wearing black loafers. He sits up and moves to the end of the couch in the room. He motions for me to sit on the other side. I walk over nervously in my slippers and robe. When I am seated Gerry enters. “Jeff, this here is Michelle. Michelle, this is Jeff. Jeff is one of those who went through our training, but for whatever reason he was unable to make a cryx. He continues to work for us. He has a special task, as will some others. He will help you break your new body in. Jeff has done this before and he has clearance level, so it is safe. You do not have to be afraid. You will find that your body will do what needs to be done.”

I will be waiting in your office when you would like to continue. I nearly squeak, “I want to continue now,” when Gerry leaves and shuts the door behind me. I turn toward Jeff who sits comfortably, confidently, but gentlemanly down the sofa from me. I take in the muscles in his arms. I feel the muscles in his legs, his strength – the power he holds. Suddenly, I don’t know how I find myself next to him. We are talking, and I have lost connection with the fact I am doing it. But suddenly I am joining in. “Yes, I have three daughters. I feel very lucky.” But I find out that I don’t want to talk anymore. I reach over, and he reaches over. My arms are around his head and his arms are around my waist. I feel him pulling me in. My lips are on his. He is confident, experienced, and gentle. He sticks his tongue out into my mouth and I receive it. His strong lips overpower mine. But as power are the way my breasts reach out to touch him.

I feel electric as we continue to kiss, but I know the electricity that will be when his strong chest touches my soft chest. I am opening his shirt, his pants. He is opening my robe. Soon we are naked save my cryx and something that he wears around his neck. I rub against him, feeling his erection against the soft folds of my virgin pussy. I am so young, vibrant, and needy that further foreplay is out of the question. I lay myself down on the couch, and he towers over me. Then, I feel his shaft on the outside of my pussy lips. My hands move down his back and to his ass and I begin to pull his body toward me.

And he enters in slow, sweet and gentle. He pushes and pushes. I open and open. With my legs around his back and my hands pulling and pinching his ass in, I feel him split and open and fill me. Then slowly he creates a rhythm. I grind with that rhythm, still new to this. And soon I am gasping and groaning and moaning in ecstasy and pleasure. His hands are holding and caressing my breasts, rolling the nipple from one finger to the next. As he moves his other hand to the other breast, he jerks just slightly. He finds a new un-fucked spot and I pull him tight against me.

I move faster and harder and he moves in perfect rhythm. And the buildup continues until suddenly I feel the way he shakes, preparing to explode. My body responds in like as I feel the pressure and heat and wetness build inside of me. And somehow – magically, we explode into pleasure and desire together. We fuck on and on. He holds himself in holding me tight until I feel spent and filled and wonderful.

I hold tight against him and he holds me as I come down from the heat and magic of that moment. I enjoy his touch against me – electric for several long minutes. When I am satisfied and filled with him, I stand up. I smile richly down at him. He smiles back up at me. Our lips meet together for one final kiss. Then, I reach over and grab my robe. Somehow, I know he will take care of himself and the now messy room.

The cryx glows with power and I can feel it warm my body down to my toes. I can feel it like a rush unlike any other as a buzz in my head. My hips sway as if I have walked in a body like this before. I walk into my office a confident, sexual, contented woman. Gerry smiles. “How was it, baby?” The grin on my face said it all. She spoke. “That good, huh? Well, it is time for some fun. We are going out on the town. I brought some of my clothes just for tonight. I put them in your closet. Let’s go and try some things on. “ She leads me back to the door I had not explored before. She goes in, but before I do, I walk back into the bathroom. I freshen up, as if I knew how to do it always. Then, I sauntered back into the closet.

Gerry is holding up a black bra and bikini panties. I take off my robe, pull out my id card from the pocket and put it away. I wiggle into the panties. I pull the bra over my chest and back around my body. I click it into place. Then she brings out some black dresses. “For what I have in mind tonight, black party look at sexy me, is just what you need.” I try on three different black dresses. I settle on one without straps that shows just the top of my breasts It curves up and down there. It hugs my hourglass form very nicely. It goes down to halfway between my knees and hips. I wiggle my feet into two simple black heeled shoes. Gerry shows me accessories, but we keep it simple. I slip on a see through armlet. I wear a silver ring on my left index finger. I put on a twisted snake around my right middle finger. I go back to the bathroom to see my look.

I am sorry, but I have to admit it. I am stunning, of course. I fix my hair to flow just right as I stare at the mirror. I apply makeup to finish my look. Then I sway my way out to the office. Gerry leads me to the level two boardroom. Tonight the long desk and chairs are against the wall. There is a studio set up. Gerry says, “You will want your picture taken. It will be loaded to your profile only and you can load it to the tablet. Your imagination might learn to perfect and change your look. We will want to load pictures often until you are completely satisfied.”

Gerry leads me back out and to the elevators on the other side of the associate rooms. With her hand in mine she walks me to the front entrance. There she has a cab waiting for us. She instructs him where to go and we are off to explore a whole new world.

We are allowed in through a back door in the nightclub. “This club has a deal with us. We provide security and we often provide women. They will let you in. They will watch out for us. They will get us waters if they know a man is ordering us a drink. Many men will come here, looking for someone like us.” We walk in, both feeling the electricity and sex in the room. Gerry orders us two waters. “Your cryx gives you considerable power over the men. Avoid alcohol when wearing it. It evens the playing field. That is part of the reason for security here.” I drink the water, content to keep my figure and have fun. Besides the atmosphere is all the intoxication I need.

Gerry and I finish our waters and we are out on the dance floor. The music is loud and banging. We are banging against each other and others. We are jumping and dancing and grinding. Before long two men are moving in on us. They are bumping into us. One motions us over to their table to drink. Gerry shakes them off.

After some time, Gerry and I take a Ladies' room break. As we are freshening ourselves up, she asks me. “What did you think of those two boys?” I shrug my shoulders. I didn't feel anything for them. I didn't feel an electricity that drew me to them.” She smiles and hugs me. “You should trust those instincts. Those men had something strange going. They were either out to take us somewhere and hurt us. They might have been with an associate already, and lost any appeal to us. Trust that electricity. This cryx is alive and powerful. It wants and needs to be fed. You will need to feed it. Don't feed it with what it doesn't want either.”

It makes enough sense that I agree. We walk out and are back at our table, watching the dance scene. Soon, there is two drinks in front of us. The waitress says, “These two men ordered you ladies drinks. We told them that you are usuals and have a favorite drink. They think that they have bought you whiskey and sour.” Gerry looks up appreciatively. “Thank you.” Then she looks to me, as she dips her finger into the drink and takes a taste. “Yep, they watch out for us. They just made some big money. We help them and they watch out for us.” I tip my glass toward them and so does Gerry.

But soon those two men walk over to us. One is Asian-American and the other is African-American. Gerry nods for me to pick first and I pick the African-American. His name is Reggie. Soon he has me out on the dance floor. We bump and grind. The one boy who tried to dance with me before tries to but in, but Reggie easily shoes him away.

Then there is a rare treat. There is a slow song. I am quick to melt into that big strong muscular man. I can feel his excitement as we touch. I let his chest feel the presence of my chest. My head is on his shoulder. I can hear the cryx. It is singing a song of love and passion to me, but I can hear it sing the song to him. It is intoxicating and powerful. It is needy and strong. When the song is over, I have my hand in his and I am pulling him into the back of the club.

We pass two almost invisible agents of Fashionable, who open the door and let us through. We are alone in a corridor and in front of a back room door when I fall against the wall. I will him against me and he crumbles. His lips are on mine and his body is against me. He is strong and powerful and I feel that he could pick up my body and crush me against the wall. My legs are off the floor as he is bumping and grinding me against the wall. In response I giggle. With a touch here and a groan there, I encourage him to continue.

Then his strong mouth is on my neck. His mouth is hot as he licks and kisses and even nibbles. The giggles tell him he is on the right track. If that wasn't enough, my hand was reaching between his legs. I felt it. It is popping through his legs that magnificent cock. He pushes me hard into the wall. “Oh big boy, you going to try to tame me?” I tease and taunt him with my words as his hands move down my sides to my hips. I tell him it isn't enough so his mouth begins to kiss and caress my chest.

I am full of heat and passion that I barely see Gerry come in. She looks to me and I can feel her speak without words. “He is young and strong. Go easy on him or you will destroy him.” I speak back. “I will do my best.” Then I am lost as I feel his hand moving up my leg. I yelp as he rubs between them and finds my went panties. Then I squeal as he carries me into the backroom.

I turn and grind my ass against his cock. He reaches down and pulls my dress up. He pulls my panties down. He opens his pants and out comes his cock. Then he wags it against my ass. I moan. There is something I want and need, but I know not to take it all from him. So, I open up my legs and bend forward and stick my ass up. His eyes can see my pussy, and he cannot resist. I know he wants to empty himself. He wants to empty into my mouth into my ass and into my pussy. But something tells me that would change him or hurt him. But I can take enough from him to fill me and power me.

He comes from below and rams up into me – none to gentle. I grind against his engorged member. “That's it baby. Nice and rough. That's what I want.” And he is. He brings it fast and hard. I pinch my nipple and my hips move in motion with him. I ride him like he was the horse and I was the jockey. Then suddenly and magnificently, he empties himself into me. I respond as quickly with my own heat. It goes on for nearly five minutes. Then I feel him release and nearly collapse. I reach over, take my panties, slip them back on, and pull my dress down.

I look down. He will revive shortly. He will be no worse for wear – but he will want to go home after this, satisfied. He will compare every lover to me. Then, I saunter out into the hallway. I wait by the other backroom until Gerry comes out. She has the same electric look that I have. She looks satisfied, but still hungry. She peeks into my backroom and I peek into hers. They will wake shortly and both decide to go home early thankful for their luck. The two of us go arm-in-arm out on the dance floor. We are both hungry and we both plan to eat our fill.

That night was intoxicating and thrilling. Three times I dragged a new man into the back. Three times I opened up and let him fill me. I could not be satisfied. The third one was at three in the morning. As the night had gone on and men had come in, several troublemakers had come in. This one had several times tried to drop things into a drink he brought me or even once into my water. But I stayed away from that stuff. I made him believe I drank it. Then, he led me out on the dance floor while I started to dance. On the dance floor I started to make him drunk on a drug that was different than anything he ever had. At one point during our dancing that night, Gerry whispered in my ear. You can go all the way with this one if you want – as long as you do it here.

I was wet, hungry and needy. And he was a little confused when I pulled him to the back room. I tried to let him think he could do what he normally did. He came in the room and locked the door. I sat down on the couch with an innocent and sweet look. I let my head slip, imagining I was asleep. Then, his pants were down and my panties were off. And he was mounting me. He had a surprise because I was wet and wanton, not cold and closed.

As he pushed inside he closed his own eyes, lost in the fantasy I had at first created for him. Then, I wrapped my legs around his ass. I worked him. He fucked me. In and out with powerful and fast thrusts. My legs push him in far as he explodes with his weak and pathetic dribble.

But I hold his mind in the fantasy. I pull myself out and lay on my chest. Then hard and still able he enters my ass. The first time was a sensation. I felt his balls squash against my ass cheeks. I felt him get bigger. I grind my ass against him. My groans and moans leading him on. He is also unable to stop himself, finding sexual energy deep down he kept repressed and away. He fucked my ass again and again. I pushed hard and hard against him. While he fucked my ass, I touched my unfulfilled pussy. I pushed two then three fingers. When I felt him build and build. I begin to touch my own pleasure sport. When he comes in ecstasy, my body is right there, and I feel his energy come into me. I push my ass against him. I attack my pussy with my fingers, and I cum and cum and cum. He cums released from his own sexual repression.

But I am not done with him. I maneuver my way so he is no longer in my ass. I step up to him and let him taste my sweet nectar. His mouth and tongue lick and groan as he drinks me. Then I go down and take his cock into my mouth. I lick his salty stream. I put my mouth around him and embrace it with my lips. My mouth keeps him hard and I clean my sweetness and cum off of him. I coax love and passion out of him that he would never had known he had. I suck and suck. The sound pops and pops.

Again I need satisfaction so I push fingers back into my pussy. I fuck my pussy endlessly – because it cannot be satisfied. With a powerful urgency I suck and drink his cock, and suddenly we both cum again. He rushes into me. Without his knowledge I suck his energy, purr and moan. It is ecstasy as I feel it enter me and fill me. He gasps, moans, and whimpers. I can feel and taste his darkest fantasies. I relieve him of those.

Then, I stick my finger in his mouth again. I force his mouth to take me in. I force him to take in the guilt he should feel. I force him to feel an intense desire to go to the police. Then, I send him on his way. When I go back out into the club, I stay at our table and wait. My most recent lover has finally awakened. He stumbles out the back room. He looks around. Then, he makes a beeline for the front door. He is out the door and gone.

Gerry comes out of the back room soon after. She is glowing with what she has just done. She stands next to me and waiting are two waters that I had gotten: one for me and one for her. “These last ones are the best for reasons they never understand.” She says. We drink our waters, then we walk arm in arm outside and into the world.

Gerry pulls me into a twenty-four hour diner. “I'm not hungry,” I purr, drunk on the atmosphere and sex from the night before. She replies. “I am sure not – we never feel hunger with the cryx on. But it is important for us to keep the bodies the cryx hides fed, otherwise when you take it off you might fall over. So, we both order one egg scrambled with sourdough toast, and water. Then, we sit and talk and laugh about our conquests the night before. We talk about the confident and powerful men we took back at first. We talk about the quiet repressed with great sexual tension. There we were hungry but we were still careful. Then, the ability to suck dry those who had thought to rape us. We both talked about their attempted seductions and petty tricks to take us. We talked about their weak moments in the bed, until we dug deep inside of them and coaxed what they really needed out of us.

Saturday at six in the morning we are walking back into Fashionable Inc, hand-in-hand. This time Gerry leads me into the trainee entrance. We walk through my old locker room, then she stops me. I want to show you. Not everyone was able to make a cryx – they never are. Follow me.” We open the door out into the hallway toward the classroom. Instead we enter through the yoga room where twenty others are lined up. Then another very gorgeous lady walks in. “It is time,” she says. “You may enter the observation room.” Then she leaves. The rest of us see a new door in the back of the room open. We all file into a fairly spacious room.

We look inside our old classroom – obviously next to me are those I got to know the last six months. There are four men in the room before us. Jacob is there. Three others whose names do not come to me.

The three of them are sitting there, sleeping on and off when the beautiful lady I mentioned before enters into the room. The men all wake up or wake each other up. “Good morning, gentlemen. I am here to tell you that you have not succeeded in creating a cryx and therefore will not becoming associates at Fashionable Inc. I am authorized to offer you jobs still at the promised salary for five years. After that time we will negotiate to see if you will have continued usefulness for us.”

She is about to continue when Jacob blurts out. “What are you talking about? I never had a chance to create a cryx. I stood in a hallway before some strange archway you people had blocked up with concrete. I saw no test, and no cryx making machine.” The woman stopped and smiles at Jacob. “Look around you, young man. Eleven of your fellow classmates are not here. You can call this a cruel joke or you can call it bad luck. But you did not pass the test.”

Jacob just harumps and folds his arms. But she continues. “I am Rhonda Matre, President of Associate Training. It was my duty to prepare you for last night. You were the lowest fail rate in ten years. But anyways, I will be introducing you to another lady. She is going to be in charge of you.” Rhonda or formerly Ron, gets up and walks out of the room.

At this point another lady walks in. This one is a blonde. “Hi everybody. My name is Grace Shaw. I am the President of Building Maintenance. I am here to help you with your final preparations for employment at Fashionable. I am sad that you were unable to see what was needed for whatever reason it was, but I am here to help you.” At this moment, Rhonda was back in. She watches as Grace continues. “First of all, I want to hand out a waiver form. This form is asking you to sign that you have been offered the opportunity to sign a release from employment form. There are two sheets. The first form is the waiver form that indicates you have seen the second sheet. At this moment, if you wish it, you may sign the release from employment form. We will let you leave without seeking any recovery of the signing bonus or monies spent training you. If you sign the waiver form, you will enter employment in Maintenance for the next year. At the anniversary of that year, we will conduct an annual review to work with you to see where you might best fit. I will return in a minute after you have decided.”

Grace walks out, leaving the four men alone. There is significant grumbles among them. One of them blurts out, “This is so messed up.” A second grumbles, “I am so confused. Where are the others? Did they do something to them?” Jacob pipes up. “I think we are the ones who survived the night before, but the rest were killed banging their head against that crazy looking archway.” Everyone laughed at that. The fourth one blurted out. “I can't afford to lose this job right now. So, I'm just going to sign the waiver.” There is similar grumbles. It appears the other three have signed the waiver. When that is done, Rhonda peeks her head out of the room to tell Grace that they are ready for her.

Grace walks right back into the classroom. They jump a little at her ability to know they were all finished. “Has everyone had a chance to sign a form?” They all nod their heads yes. “Did anyone wish to sign the work release? If so, please step forward and hand the form to me. You will then be escorted out of the building.” None of them moved – not even proud, confident Jacob. Gerry whispers to me, “I don't get it. Every year there is one of those. One of the recruiters always seems to hire one of those and then finds himself unable to move up. “ I giggle at her intimation. Grace speaks again in the classroom. “Alright then. Please tear the release form away from the waiver form. Leave the release form at your desk. Then, follow me.” With that Grace leads the four men out of the room.

Then Rhonda speaks up. “We won't be following them, but it is good for you to know what has happened to them, because you might bump into them. It would be best if you were prepared beforehand so you don't stutter out a foolish apology to them. I would be blunt and polite with them. Do not interact with any of these you know. They will have what we call level one dash five clearance for the next year. They will be going to Grace's office and presented with openings in Maintenance.”

Then Rhonda nods, and leaves the room. Each of us follows our recruiters out of the room. We head back up to the second floor. Gerry and I sit and relax in my office, as I look at her and she at me. “Now what?” I ask Gerry. Gerry responds, “Today is an important day. Take out your company portfolio.” I do this, and Gerry continues. “Pull out the last of the papers. You will find a sheet of paper paper clipped with a company credit card.”

The letter with company letter head reads as such:

Dear Associate,

Congratulations on becoming an associate sales representative of Fashionable Inc. We look forward to working with you and you with us.

This letter is to give you guidance in use of this credit card. You are authorized to use this card today to buy an appropriate wardrobe with which you might represent our company. Feel free to spend up to $ 1000 dollars. Your associate manager will help you with this. You may also use this card for gas when using a company card, water bottles or snacks.

This card is not to be used to make cash. This card is not to become included with your male items. With your company issued cellphone, it stays on the feminine side of the cryx chamber when you leave.

We hope your time working for Fashionable will be enjoyable. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Amanda Frint, President of Finance

I finger the credit card in my hand in total shock. Gerry tries to interrupt my wonder and amazement. “You are an investment – you and the complete package of you. Soon, you will be representing Fashionable in a large area around Chicago somewhere. We need you to look the part.” I look at her confused and with so many questions. “What am I going to be doing? When will I find out?” She pats my hand. “It starts tonight. After we go shopping, you will be going to the Sales Division New Associate Banquet. Everyone from your division will be there at the table. You will sit at the table with your regional president and vice president. You will sit with all those already working in your division. But I won’t be there. I have my own new worker banquet to go to.”

I am about to ask where Gerry is going when she says. “We have no time to lose now. Why don’t you go in and shower. Take some time to really enjoy your first shower as a woman. It is okay to leave the cryx on. Then go into the closet and pick an outfit for shopping. Nothing too revealing. The last thing we want is to attract too much male attention. We will not be in as secure areas. Then, we will come back.”
It did sound like fun. So, I popped up and took my dress off. Then I put my black satin robe back on. I walked through the cryx chamber. Then I was on the other side in the locker room shower. It was glorious. I washed my hair with feminine shampoo and conditioner. I just sat and enjoyed the feel of the water raining down on my breasts and silky smooth skin. I scrubbed my body with a flowery scented soap that I applied on a poof.

Then I turned the water off. I took the towel and dried off my body, then wrapped it around my head and hair while I put my satin robe on. Then, I walked back through the cryx room and into the bathroom in the office. I used the hair dryer and brush in that room to blow dry my hair and comb the snarls out. Then, I carefully set my hair using a curler, water, and hair spray. I had never thought I would have to do this when I took grooming classes. I walked back out and went to the walk-in closet. I chose blue jeans, knee high black boots with a six inch heel. I strapped on a black bra to go with the black panties I had already put on. I wore a white blouse. Then I put on a black leather jacket over the top.

Then, I went down and out to the basement garage. Gerry handed me some keys. “You are going to drive.” I was about to say that I was afraid. “Monday, you will be driving this car, and you might as well get used to it. I will give directions to my favorite mall. We will do some shopping, get lunch, and do some more shopping.” Down the streets of Chicago I turned. At first I was nervous, but the power of the cryx seemed to give me the ability and confidence to drive these roads. At last we were driving past a downtown mall towering up floors into the sky. I found a local parking lot, then arm in arm Gerry and I walked to the mall. We walked up and down. We bought feminine necessities. We bought lingerie. We bought party dresses. We bought formal gowns. We bought shopping outfits. We bought outfits to wear to see a client. We did accessory shopping.

Of course, we had a bit of lunch in between. Again, as Gerry explained, “When you wear the cryx, you are not going to be hungry. But it is important to eat something: a piece of fruit, a granola bar, or a salad so that you are not too weak when you take the cryx off.” I had a tuna salad and water.

After we were done shopping, Gerry helped me carry my bags up to my office. It was funny, because eleven of us were doing it at the same time. We greeted each other, but with the changes we had undergone, we didn’t know who was who. Then, we put my new clothes away and Gerry helped me pick out something to wear for the banquet tonight. After it was all done, she hugged me tight and wished me luck. “Enjoy yourself tonight. This is a celebration about you.” Then she was gone. I took off my shopping outfit and gathered the outfit Gerry had helped me pick for the banquet. This dress was royal blue and featured a plunging neckline. It crossed over my body in the back. It had a strap design in the back. I wore black heels. I was ready to meet my new co-workers and boss.

It would be a rare treat. We were escorted by two individuals from security up to the eleventh floor. There were two banquet halls on this floor. We were escorted to the banquet hall on the right. There was a welcoming committee to greet us at the door into the banquet. We received name tags with our female names on them. The tag also displayed our table number. Then, we walked into the banquet hall. It took me about fifteen minutes until I figured out where table # 7 was. As I approached two women stood up. The first to introduce herself was: Hannah Short. She was President of Sales, Illinois region. I would be working under her and Rachel Groot, Vice President of Sales, Illinois region.

I was introduced to the others around the table. There were no other new associates at our table, some regions received two. In fact, Rachel had just moved up from associate to Vice President. We visited politely about children, Christmas gifts, and other small talk. It was about one half of an hour when everything got quiet. Then, up to the podium at the center of the banquet hall was the President of Sales and next to her stood the Vice President. Alexandra Satton was a tall commanding woman who spoke.

“Welcome to all of you. To our new associates, let me introduce to you Betty Welch. She is the Vice President of Sales for the Chicago region of Fashionable Inc. We are excited that eleven of you have graduated training and will be joining us for the next year or maybe more. We hope the year will be enjoyable for you. We do work our young associates hard. But we feel that it will help you assimilate best into our company. The purpose of tonight’s meal is to give you a chance to informally meet your new co-workers and overseers. We also want you to be able to learn the names of those in Sales and become acquainted at least with us.”

At this point, Betty took the podium. She introduced each of the division Presidents and Vice Presidents. When it was the turn of Illinois sales. Our table politely clapped at the introduction of Hannah Short and Rachel Groot. Then, she said:

“Dear Veteran associates, we would like at this time to introduce the newest among us. I will introduce them in alphabetical order.” We all watched carefully as one after the other the new associates were introduced. I tried to figure out who they had been during classes. I thought I could. “Michelle Gorman, assigned to Sales, Illinois Region.” I stood up and felt the minute of piercing glares and quick appraisals. Then, Betty motioned for me to sit and continued through the list.

Once the introductions were all completed, food was brought to the tables, serving the head table where the over all sales President and Vice President worked. One of the veteran associates next to me said, “Hi. My name is Jamie Moore. I just wanted to let you know that they serve the food by sales rank. We are ranked by virtue of how much money we make for the company. As you can see, we were fed first after the president’s table. And much will be expected of you to keep up this tradition.”

The meal was very fancy. It was a small piece of salmon, with wild rice pilaf, a vegetable medley and sauce. It was served with water. Desert was served afterwards. Desert was Strawberries and crème. It was the most I had eaten in this body at a meal yet.

After the dishes had been taken away, we were adjourned outside for fifteen minutes. A staff entered while we were dismissed and put away all the tables and left an open area. Then we were brought back in. Entertainment came. First we heard Liz Phair sing for us for about thirty minutes. We enjoyed a comedy routine by Chicago Ladies in Comedy. Everything was quite the delight.

At 8:30pm, the new associate banquet was over. Rachel Groot, VP of Sales, Illinois Division, pulled me aside. “We would like you to come to our board room on floor two. You and I can walk together.” She led me down the hall back to the elevators. The whole floor of seventeen individuals crammed into two elevators. There wasn’t much talk when we made it back down to the second floor. We walked into Board Room 2.7, everyone sat in their seats. I took the one unoccupied one.

President Hannah Short stood up. “We are at full strength again that is very good. Tonight, we will celebrate. We will go to Club 32 downtown. Jaimie, would you accompany Ms. Gorman to the club so that she knows how to get there. I have alerted security, so we should be able to go right away. We have three tables reserved, just mention my name. We will see you in an hour.” Before we dismissed Rachel Groot stood up. “We are calling for a board meeting following Morning Yoga at 10am here on Monday.” Now everyone jumped up and walked out. We each went our own ways. I was out into my attached bathroom in my office to freshen up. Then, I was down at the Associate Garage where Jaime was waiting for me. She took my hand and walked me out where one last cab was waiting.

On the cab ride, Jaime told me about her children who were in high school or college. She told me about her travels into the Illinois countryside to sell our products. She went on. “What will happen on Monday is that we will get our list of businesses to hit up in our chosen counties. Then we will be sent on the road. You will be trying to get bars and gas stations to use our distributors or to take on some of our candies and chocolates. Some places look forward to seeing us. Some are just kind of cold and distant.” She went on to talk about what would become my county. “You will be going an hour south of the city. We will have our board meeting, and you will want to leave immediately. Just go down the list as it is and plug the addresses into your GPS. You will want to leave your county by 3pm, again use your GPS. Sometimes because of traffic you might miss evening yoga – I don’t like to miss it. Then we want to be out of the building en male at closing time. It isn’t good if we are en femme after 5pm.”

She patted my hand. “Don’t worry about it tonight, babe. Let’s have fun.” With that, we were outside of Club 32. It was a hopping place. Jamie took my hand and walked past the large crowd lined up to enter. She went into the alley to the left where there was a door. She knocked three times fast and two times slow. When the door opened, we saw Rachel. She said, “Good you are all here. Come in.” She led us through the backrooms until we were on the main area. We walked around the dance floor. While we passed the bar, the three of us grabbed glasses of water. Before I could sip mine, Jamie said. “Make sure it is water. This isn’t a Fashionable safe club.” I dipped my finger inside, stirred the water and put my wet finger to my lips. Yes, it was water.

Then, we meandered our way to the three tables Hannah Short had reserved for us. We sat five at a table. I sat with President Short, VP Groot, Jamie, and another girl named Ginny. Ginny told me about herself. “Myself and Jamie are the youngest in Illinois sales, now you. I’ve been here three years.” Jamie blurted. “This is the start of my third year. We usually get a new girl every year. But the last two years, our new girls didn’t pan out for whatever reason.” I was about to ask, “Why?” when Ginny grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

Just like the night before I soon got lost in the music. I danced and shook. Ginny and I bumped and grinded. This got lots of attention. Soon there were men with us. Ryan was quite intent with me. I lost myself in the energy and music. Soon, all I saw was myself and Ryan. Ginny had hooked up with another guy. I remember a time when Ryan was behind me with his arm around his waist. My ass was wiggling against his clearly aroused hips. His mouth would nip and tug at my ear, then my neck. I received pecks on the cheeks time and again. When he suddenly turned me, I could feel a hunger in me that I could never imagine. I felt his cock hard against my own hips. I had to have him.

I asked him if we could find a place to sit, and he took me back. We found a corner booth and sat next to each other. Then, I was on him. I started making out with him before he could offer to buy me a drink. The table got in our way, but I didn’t care. His hands were on my breasts and in between my legs. My fingers were on his arms and into his shirt and on his chest. He felt my hunger as I kissed him senseless. My hand coaxed his cock out time and again. “Oh, what a big boy that is.” I would tell him. Then, I whispered in his ear. “I want to taste it. I was down under the table and his zipper was open. I heard him groan when he lay displayed before me. Then my mouth was on him. I took that salty piece of meat in my mouth between my lips. I moaned with pleasures as I spread his precum over my lips and along his cock. I pressed my mouth firmly around his shaft. His groans were growing. His hand were under the table and on my head.

I coaxed it. I tugged on it. I pulled on it. My fingers massaged his balls. They scraped the flesh around his cock. My tongue loved his shaft from end to end top to bottom and around. He fucked my face and mouth over and over. My mouth wouldn’t stop its relentless pursuit of his hot shaft and cum. Then, he grabbed my hair, and I pressed around him and let him jam it down on my throat and he came in when explosive burst. He came and came like none of the guys came yesterday. When he was done, I licked every last tasting morsel of his sweaty meat. I licked him clean, then I zipped up his pants and positioned his head against the end of the booth. I pulled myself up on the other side of the booth. I gently cleaned myself up then I got up and walked out.

I grabbed a water on my way back up to our table. Everyone was gone, except for Rachel Groot. She smiled as I returned. “I see you got something to eat.” She said. I smiled sheepishly. She smiled back. “That is why we are here, my dear. You do not have to be ashamed, just discreet.” Then, we contented ourselves to watch the scene below us. Soon, one after the other returned to the tables. After a half an hour more Hannah returned. The two exchanged a look then Rachel stood up and moved to the prowl. We all knew what we were doing. It took a long time for Jamie and Ginny to return. They were positively beaming.

The three of us stayed at the table. Hannah had gone off to talk to some of the other ladies. We giggled and chatted about our latest conquests. Apparently, Ginny had taken her guy into the girls bathroom. It had been awkward, but she had him so horny. He had sat on the toilet while she rode his dick for thirty minutes. Jaime had taken her guy out to the secret entrance and had another associate who owed her cover for her. She said she laid spread eagle on the ground while he split her in two. We went over these and other conquests of other days when Rachel came back, swaying her hips.

When Rachel heard us erupt in giggles over another of Jamie’s conquests, she broke in. “Ladies, I will tell you what. Let’s all go upstairs. I want to introduce you to someone I know.” Intrigued we climbed up two sets up steps. She seemed to know the security and let us past. At the top, we were greeted by three really buff men and what looked like the manager. Rachel said, “These are the ladies I spoke to you about.” Then, she introduced the manager. He introduced these men, who were visiting Chicago from Kansas City. He wanted to show them a good time. We obliged.

Each of us took the hand of one of them, and we walked down to the dance floor. The six of us together danced a scene. We passed our partners from one to the other. We bumped and grinded against each other to the delight of our gentlemen. I was relentless. I teased my guy constantly. During dances I would stop and lean myself into him, acting drunk, just to feel his bulging cock. I would make out with him on the open dance floor. Soon, he was running his hands down my sides and up under my breasts. Rachel was out there with us. She looked at me, and said. “Let him take you upstairs. The manager said you can use the office couch.” I grabbed his hand and led him up.

The manager opened the door for us and then walked out. I could see him looking in the window, but I didn’t care. My new guy had me up against the wall. His lips were on mine and I was busy kissing him back. His hands were inside my dress caressing and rubbing my breasts. He was so strong. Several times he had my body banged against the wall. And then, as I was stripping for him down to my panties and bra I saw Ginny bring her charge into the room and pull him to the other couch. Before I could see what they were doing, he was on top of me. And half naked he was kissing me again. I had his pants off and his boxers. He had my panties off. Then he was jumping on me.

I spread my legs wide as he wiggled in. I gasped quite loudly as he pushed himself inside me. My legs were around him and he was crashing into me. He was rough, and I wanted it rough. He slammed me again and again. But I wasn’t gentle either. I threw my hips up at him. I had my fingers digging into his back, his ass, and his legs. I was urging him on. I told him, “I am so dirty. I need this. I need to be fucked. I need to me laid out. I need you to lay me to waste.”

We climbed mountains of pleasure together. Over and over he rammed himself inside me. Then, I felt him jerk. I felt him groan. I felt him prepare to shoot his load. At this moment, I spread my legs as wide and far as I could. I wrapped them fully around him. I picked up the pace of speed. I pushed him to his limits at that point. And then, he could hold back no longer, and neither could I. We threw ourselves in ecstasy at each other.

It was ecstasy to feel him explode inside of me – to feel him cum again and again. I would pull my legs in then wide out and in again. I would rock against him, and he would rock against me. Neither one of us could stop as we banged and banged against each other. We went on for wonderfully several minutes, when he collapsed exhausted. I gently pushed him off of me, and then slipped my clothes back on. When I looked up there were Ginny and Jamie staring at me. “You were fucking amazing, Michelle,” said Ginny. Jamie added, “You held him off and then made him come several times.” I smiled. “That was the best. I don't really know what I'm doing. I'm just having fun.”

Then, the three of us went down to the dance floor for more. Each of us banged three more men that night. When it hit 4 am, Ginny led us out and led us to the trains. She navigated us to a place she knew for breakfast. I had fruit, granola, and water. Ginny had eggs benedict and a pancake. Jamie drank coffee and ate a piece of toast. Then the three of us traveled the trains back to Fashionable.

It was 4:30am when we arrived back, and I went to the office. There was a memo on my desk. “New associates will be meeting at 6am, mandatory. Please meet in board room 2.1. I sat back, and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a couple of minutes. I logged onto my computer. I checked my client list. Then, I surfed through the pictures I had for the tablet in the cryx room. At 5:45am, I got up and walked to Meeting Room 2.1. We were all seated and early when Rhonda Matre, President of Associate Training walked in. I think we all did a double take. And we all took deep breaths. We were extremely nervous of what was about to come.

“Hello Ladies, I hope you have been getting acclimated with your new bodies so far. This weekend is so very important for that and is not to be taken lightly. There is one more item we have to do. You are being given keys to the Hilton two blocks down. They are in key pouches which show the room number. When this meeting is over, we would like all of you to go directly to the cryx chambers, and following protocol, remove the cryx. Don't forget the hotel keys. Then, we would like you to proceed as quickly as you can to the hotel rooms. You will have thirty minutes following the conclusion of this meeting to comply. At that time, we will send security in to check to make sure you are okay or in compliance. You are dismissed.”

Rhonda walks out of the room. We stand up, but look at each other quite questioningly. But we know better than to disobey the order. Sadly, we make our ways back to our cryx chambers. I undress in my closet, sadly. Wear the black satin robe and I don't forget the hotel keys. Then, I walk back into the cryx chamber. I take out the leather gloves. I open the cryx box. Then very releunctantly, I pull the cryx up off of my body.

As I do, things shift inside out and backwards and forwards again. I feel the room spin. I don't seem to float, but this time, I feel like I grow. But parts of me shrink and other parts of me grow. Then, I put the cryx back in its box. I turn to take a step out of the room, when I nearly stumble and fall. I feel so exhausted … so weak. I steady my hand on the cryx table then back out of the room into the locker room. I pull up my male pants, t-shirt, socks, then shoes. I almost fall off the chair as I do this. I almost forget to grab my company ID and hotel key, then I am out the door.

I walk to the escalators and hold on as I go down. I see security lining the halls as I come down. One approaches me. I hear its mechanical voice. “Associate, please let me help you.” He brings over a wheel chair, and I crash down. “Give me your hotel key card pouch.” It says. I do, and then I am out cold.

I awake and the hotel clock is showing 5am. I had slept twenty-three hours. There is a note on the bed, written out. “Dear Associate, feel free to check all your personal items. You sat on the wheelchair and fainted from exhaustion. I brought you to your hotel room. After you awake, you are free until 8am when you will begin work again.” I look around and make sure I have everything. I check my wallet. I still have $175 in there. I check my credit cards, all there. I check my cellphone. It works.

I jump in the shower, shave and make sure my grooming is down. It has become habit now, even though I can feel my stomach grumble. Then, dressed and ready for the world I head downstairs to find food.

The dining room says it doesn't serve until 7am. I take out my cellphone and find an all night cafe, a Denny's, within a walk of ten blocks. I mark my location on my cell's GPS, then I make the walk down to Denny's. On the way, I buy a Chicago Tribune. When I arrive, I sit down. I shock the lady that I only want water to drink. I order two eggs, hashbrowns and toast. After I finish eating, I read through the paper. I sit there for an hour. It is 6:30pm when I finish. I take a nice long walk back to the hotel. I look at the sites of Chicago left and right. I am back at the hotel at 7:15, drop my hotel key at the lobby desk, then make the short walk back to work.

It is strange to walk past the trainee entrance and into the associate entrance. I am jarred especially when I am standing outside these doors at 7:50am, waiting for them to open when Jacob walks up. He clearly does a double take when he sees me. Then, he sidles up next to me. “What did you think of that crazy room in the basement and that stupid wall?” He asked me still with a “I'm in charge” in his voice. I wasn't sure how to answer him. I was told to be polite to those that couldn't make a cryx, but not to share information. I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe we didn't go to the same room.” He laughs. “This is one weird messed up thing, isn't it?” He asks. I shake my head. “Everything happened for me as they promised it, Jacob.”

Just then, the doors open and we walk in. I am passed him in a hurry. He is taking an escalator down. He looks in confusion as I take the escalators up. I can almost see a smirk on his face that says, “I will see you down here in a minute, Mr. I am trying to pretend I am cool like all these others.” I put him out of my mind. Eventually, he will figure it out. I am up the first escalator, and standing before Associate Entrance Level 3. I put my Associate ID in the machine. It greets me and I walk in. It isn't long until I see one or two others who I trained with walking in with me. We would talk, but we are way too eager to enter the cryx chamber. So, we politely wave, produce our ID's one more time and enter into our individual lockers. I quickly undress then take the sweet Satin robe and put it over my shoulders. I leave every other valuable in the locker, as instructed, then proceed to the cryx chamber.

Nothing has changed as I enter the black and white tiled room. The light flickers on, and I stand before the jewelry case. I remember my training that after a weekend like we had, we would not need to fire up the cryx so to speak. So, I take the leather gloves out. I put them on, then, carefully take out the cryx. I drop it over my head. Again the world shifts and changes. I feel like I float off of the ground. I focus and feel my hands grow soft and delicate. I feel my chest heave out. My stomach moves in. My ass sticks out. My legs get shapely and smooth. Then, I walk forward and enter into Michelle Gorman's office.

I take the first left and touch my hair and make-up here and there. Then, I walk into the closet and pick out an outfit for today. I knew that I would be going to see client so I picked out one of the outfits Gerry had recommended for my visits. I put on black jeans, a white blouse and a black leather jacket. Then, I am back in the bathroom. I finish making my hair, then I am out.

I walk past all our offices and walk into the Sales Department. At 8:30 I arrive for the morning meeting. Vice-president Rachel Groot is there to greet us. “Good morning everyone, and to Michelle welcome aboard. First thing I want to share with everyone is our division numbers. For the fiscal year we are slightly behind in sales behind Indiana division.” Then, Rachel walked around the room with a breakout of the financials for the current year. Then, Rachel handed us our personal financial sales, but I received none. Rachel continued. “You know what is needed, and how important it is. Get to work. Michelle would you stay for a minute.”

Everyone else filed out of the room while I remained behind with Rachel. “Michelle, we are excited to have you with us. Honestly, I have high aspirations for you. I expect big things, as does Hannah. But the reason I want you held back was for today. I don't want you to put so much pressure on yourself today that you push return to 4:30 or so. I would hate for you to receive a demarate for being in the cryx late on your first day.” I shake my head. “Thank you. I will do my best. Jamie mentioned that I might want to leave by 3pm for return.” Rachel shook her head. That was excellent advice. Go with it.”

When Rachel dismisses me from the meeting, I walk back to my office. I go to my office and grab my purse. Inside is my wallet with company ID, my company issue cell-phone. I grab the printout of companies to visit with addresses, and then I travel out to the associate floor one garage. I pull out my keys and click unlock. I hear a beep and see two lights in the distance. I walk to the car, slip in, fire it up. I program the address into the GPS, then I am off.

Things didn't quite go the way I expect. Once, I peeked at the cryx glowing between my breasts, but I was zipping through traffic. Any lack of confidence I had about where I was going was filled in with the GPS. But somehow wearing the cryx I was feeling confident to zip through town and out. It took forty-five minutes to get south and down to the gas station that is first on my list. I grab our company's flier, zip up my coat in the cool December weather and I am out and sauntering into the store.

Things are quiet in this station at about ten in the morning. But I notice how quickly I have the clerk behind the counter's attention. I walk up to him and ask for the manager. I could see his disappointment that I don't want to deal with him. He walks to the back room and an older gentleman. He invites me to his back office. “How can I help you, miss?” He says. I smile, and ask, “Is it okay if I take my jacket off, it was cold outside but it is much warmer in here.” He nods a simple yes.

I stand up, and turn around slowly while I pull my jacket off, and accidently bend over for him to see my breasts, just barely. I turn and bend over to push my ass out toward him, just lightly as I put my coat over my chair. Then, I turn around and sit down. “Excuse me, but can I ask your name before I continue,” I ask. He replies, “Jim Dunne.” I continue, “Mr. Dunne, I represent Fash Distribution out of Chicago. We distribute candy and sodas. These are some of our products.”

I lay before him the two sided flyer. Then, I continue: “On the one side are products you are probably familiar with from Pepsi and Coke to Hersheys and Mars. On the other side are products we have a hand in ourselves.” I pull out my purse and pull out one of the candy bars. “This is a free sample.” I reach over and place it before him. Yes, I over reached and let my blouse slip. He clearly saw my bra underneath. He grabbed the bar nervously, and accidently brushed against my hand. I could purr at that moment, because I knew he was aroused. It wouldn't take much now, and he would be a buyer.

I had never had the candy bar before, but I talked about the smooth nugget and the filling in our varieties. He nods his head. I can feel his head try to think. Parts of it I can hear in my own head. “I am under contract with Distributions, Inc through this year. I don’t want to disappoint her. The chocolate is good.”

I supposed in my head that I could break him easily. How easy it would be to force him to break that contract to buy everything. But I also knew that in the end he would lose the place and I would lose him completely. I quickly decided to give him an out. “I see you are under contract with Distributions, Inc through this next year. What if I would visit with you six months from now? Then, I could lay out our company’s pop distribution. But I could sign you up for some of our own products. We do come through here so it would not bother us to bring you some of our chocolates.”

I had him hooked. He would love to see me again, especially in a more revealing outfit on a summer afternoon – I could see his mind thinking on this. He liked pleasing me with the chocolate order. And I would have the ability to follow up and make more money for the company later. It made sense as I thought about it. I wondered if others before me had stretched some of these companies too thin. I put that thought aside for now and helped with the contract. I took a picture of the signed contract and e-mailed it to Rachel. Then, I gave him my business card. I told him if he had any questions or concerns to let me know. Then I strutted out the door.

I got six stops in that day. Two more places were just like that one. I hit the jackpot on one. He was delaying the signing of his contract – out of laziness when I walked in the door. I had him for the full load. He brought in a nice payday for Fashionable. But the last place was very interesting.

It was 2pm, when I got out and walked in the door, right away I could feel something. This man was enamored with the girl who had last been selling our products. But he was in a bind. She had clearly slept with him, and his mind was not quite clear on things. I saw he had two contracts that he was trying to balance, one with Fash Distribution and the other with the big competitor, Distributions. He was in clear trouble. I got on the phone with Rachel to ask her what to do. He got on the phone with me. We immediately let him off the hook with our contract and offered him a refund. He took it quite strangely – hard. He felt he was displeasing Daniele, my predecessor. Rachel asked him to put me on the phone.

“Michelle, I have Hannah right here on speaker with me, so listen carefully, because she is going to tell you what to do.” Then I heard Hannah come in. “Michelle. You did the right thing calling us up with this situation. Am I right in accessing that Mr. Frank here is Daniele’s guy?” I responded, “Yes. He clearly is.” Hannah continued. “This is something that must be fixed. He has been seriously messed up. As our representative, I authorize you to fix him. It should be something you can figure out. Goodbye.” With that Hannah and Rachel hung up.

I looked at Mr. Frank. I could see where things were off in his emotions and desires. Then, I spoke. “George. I am sorry to tell you that Daniele is dead.” I didn’t know it yet, but I would find out later that this was so. Immediately, his face looked down, and he started to cry. I stood up and walked over to him. He had been standing, and he was about to sit, when I moved in and gave him a hug. “I know, George. I was sad when I found out too. She and I were really good friends.” It seemed that since I had established this connection with her, that he let me in.

Then, I continued. “And when Daniele and I talked, she told me about you. She told me how you were her favorite customer.” Unbidden, I could feel his emotions and memories of her come to the surface. I squeezed his hand trying to implant my own self on him. When he started to cry, he didn’t notice, but his hands had gone around my back and his head was resting on my shoulder. I took my hands and wrapped them around his head. I gently brushed his hairs. “She is in a better place.” I lied and told him. Then his whimpers and cries responded, “I know, but I am sure going to miss her.”

Before he knew what was happening, I had gently led him to sit and then I sat on his lap. As he continued to sob, I placed his head on my breast. “There, there.” I whispered to him. When he reached up to rub his eyes and nose with a Kleenex, he rubbed against my breast. When he was finished, he dropped the Kleenex and gently laid his hand on my breast. I sighed so he might feel my breast move through my blouse. I kissed him on the head. Then I whispered in his ear. “Daniele would like it if we became friends, like you and she were friends. Don’t you think?”

His hand had begun to caress and rub my breast now. “Mhhmm,” was his lazy response. Then, I reached my hand down and started to caress his thigh. I could hear his groan. I whispered, “I think you will like Michelle as much, maybe even more than Daniele.” When I said even move, I wrapped my hand around his pants where his balls were. He groaned, “Yes, Michelle.” I wiggled myself up against his hardening cock so that now my ass was seated where he was poking up. I adjusted myself several times there, while I led his hands to wrap around me, one hand on each breast.

I felt him close his eyes as his mind said goodbye to the image of Daniele and hello to the image of Michelle. I felt him pinch my nipples as I grinded my tight-jeaned ass on his cock. Then I stood up and pulled my pants down. “I want you to prove how much you like me, George.” His tongue licked his mouth as he saw my wet panties in front of him. I moved them against his nose. “No hands, boy. Teeth!” I really emphasized the e sound. Then I felt his teeth pull my panties down.

Then I felt his tongue up one edge and then the other of my thighs. Carefully, I picked up my heeled right foot and put that between his legs. Then, I wiggled it until it was against his cock. He continued to lick up and up until he was outside of my love mountain. Then, my hands were on his head. I could feel the way his head didn’t connect. I could feel his desire to worship and serve. Then, I laid down to the floor and urged him to follow me. “No boy, pants down!” I barked.
He pulled his pants down, aroused but unsure of himself. I pulled him down, put my nails around his ass and forced him to his knees. I let him go and brought my fingers around to his cock. I gave him a hand job. I coaxed, and tugged and pulled until it was hard and he was dripping precum. Then, I turned him around. I pushed my jeans down far enough, spread my legs and wiggled my hips down on his shaft. He seemed unable to do anything at first as I rode his cock. But as the desire built, I could feel his own desires assert themselves. He stuck his hands around my ass and began to drive up on me. Then, finally, he shot his load into me and I released my desire for the day.

I was careful and let him off the hook before he lost himself again. I pushed myself up off of him. I could feel his disappointment. I pulled my clothes up and was standing above him. He had a lazy look as I stood over him. “George Frank. It was a pleasure to do business with you. I want you to forget Daniele. I want you to forget that we had fucked in this back room. I look forward to seeing you again next year to review our contracts.” I heard him mumble inaudibly, and then I got up and left the office. I went to the refrigerators. I pulled out a bottle of Dasani. I paid for it at the counter, then I was out to my car, racing off back to Chicago.

I was back in my office at 4:01pm. I recorded all my work and tasks for the day. I was about to walk out when Hannah Short walked into the room and closed the door. She sat across the table from me. “I have monitored your first day, Michelle. You were outstanding today. Our security checked in where you had been after each meeting. They noticed you laid no compulsions on anyone. You slept with no potential client until you had been authorized to do so. Security scrutinized that carefully. You seemed to realize that only you could make that connection between one of our people and Daniele. You did it. You severed his connection to Daniele. They were impressed that you did not place any connection between you, but severed that connection as well. You did well.”

I looked down at my desk. “Thank, Mrs. Short.” That was all I said. She smiled across the desk at me. “You begin to see the power you have and the dangers men will have at you. You need to understand that. Understand that every man you fuck unless you command them with words of power will always remember you. Understand that if you let a man suck your pussy, he will become yours and yours alone. He will sleep with no one else – unless another who is stronger than you can compel him otherwise. Understand that you are stronger than Daniele was.”

I really blushed as I thought of all the ramifications. President Short had more to say. “When Daniele began, she was flagged immediately. She was making big sales. When she was confronted about it, she denied what she had done. When security followed up, they found she had compelled several to sign contracts that would lead them to bankruptcies and us to trouble. So, they terminated her.” I gasped. Hannah went on. “You will run into more men like George, possibly. You may not, because they might have lost their jobs, and would be gone. Do not attempt to do what you did today, without authorization from me. Do you understand?” I replied, “Yes, Ma’am.”

When Hannah left the room it was 4:20. I got up and went into my closet and changed into yoga pants and a work out shirt and tennis shoes. I walked down to the exercise room and did yoga. It was nice and relaxing. At 4:45, I got up and walked down to the office. I put my purse in a safe under my desk. I powered down the laptop. At 4:50, I was in the cryx chamber. And by 4:59, Michael Gorman was walking out of the office, surrounded by others he recognized and was going down the escalator. No one talked about their first days on the job. By 5:30, I was on the train heading north to Waukegan. By 7:02 I was home for the first time in days.

My first two quarters with the company went much like the day I just described. It started with a 5am wake up. I showered and carefully groomed myself. I left the house in khakis and a dress shirt by 6am. By 6:30, I was on the train in Waukegan downtown. I am off the train at 7:30. After a twenty minute walk, I am standing before the doors of Fashionable Inc. Others will crowd around us, a male face or two I recognize from orientation. We will all offer perfunctory greetings, but otherwise we are simple and too the point. At 8am the doors open, and we are up and going in.

It never takes very long. We are usually up and in our cryx rooms by 8:15am at the latest. But our arrivals on the other side will fluctuate. I remember how Gerry had advised me. “If you haven’t had received semun as a woman within five days, you will want to masturbate on the cryx.” So, once a week, we would spend an extra fifteen to thirty minutes in the cryx chambers powering up our necklaces.

Except for Monday Board meetings, the day started with thirty minutes of yoga. We would run from about 8:30 to 9 am with yoga. From there, I would often just change and get on the road by 9:30. It would normally take me to about 10:30 to get out to my outlying county. I would make one or two sales visits, and then I would eat a small sandwich, fruit, and drink a water for lunch. I would visit with potential clients. I always like to cut things off between 2:30 to 3pm. Then, I would rush back into the city, and be back in the office by 3:30 to 4pm. I liked to use this time to log my sales visits. I also would plan and map out the next day’s visits. I wanted to be done by 4:15, but sometimes it wasn’t until 4:30. Then, I would make sure to be a part of evening yoga.

Life went on like that with a few interruptions. Fashionable Inc held their 1st Quarter Conference in Miami, FL. That was the best time of my life wearing the cryx and being in that body. It gave me the opportunity to wear a bikini. It let me wear a summer dress in winter. I got to meet company president Helen Kimble. She gave the keynote presentation at this conference. She also had a private meeting with the new associates.

Fashionable Inc also had the summer meetings. Apparently, the company bigwigs traveled to another site. We remained in Chicago over a weekend. Then, they hosted a fall conference. This was different and more dramatic. Gary talked to me about that meeting. “Associates will be on their toes for the yearly evaluations.” I asked him, “What happens here?” Well, it will start on that Monday morning. Associates in several different departments will be pulled out of their normal routine and undergo interviews. Some whose five years are up might be asked to leave. Others will be moved from one division to another. This is typical in sales.”

He continued. “Things are a little different for first year associates. They will continue their work through Friday. When they return, they are brought together, encouraged to go out as a group. They will have Friday night free. They will have Tuesday morning meetings with their division leaders and others throughout the company. They won't usually move divisions, but they often are assigned different tasks within their teams.”

I kissed my family good bye that Monday morning and headed into work for Evaluations Conference. Things were normal for me. After morning yoga, there was a Sales, Illinois Division Sales meeting. I was given my usual handouts. Then, I was dismissed while the veterans did their sweating. That day continued as usual until about 2pm. It was the fifth place on the list. It had not been flagged by the Sales Department as a possible trouble spot.

When I sat down with the manager, Bob, he seemed quite agitated. “I want out of our contract,” he was telling me. I pulled out a notebook, and asked for what was going on. He went on to say that Distributions had been there and were offering to undercut the contract we had. As I looked at my notes, he had been signed on a long time back – he may not have even been the manager who signed on. The frustrating thing is that he wanted to drop our Fash products too.

I was about to reach over and accidently touch his hand to grab his pen to make a note for him, but he jumped back as if he had anticipated such a move. I knew a different tactic would be needed. “Bob, I am sorry that you are unsatisfied with our product,” I slurred. I remembered something from our summer conference that was suggested. I looked him in the eye, locked eyes, and said. “I guess that I will have to return to the office with a request to remove you from our distribution line. It will take some time. It will require someone higher up than me coming here. I am authorized to renegotiate your contract with us.” Suddenly, I drop my pen and make it fall backwards. I got up and turned around and bent over. He would see my ass back at him. Likely, he saw my panties just barely if he had just the right view. I took my time to grab my pen, then picked it up. Then I sat back down.

I could tell he had been watching. His mouth and tongue were nearly hanging out. I asked him. “I would be willing to work with you personally on this to make sure you are satisfied with our products and distribution. I could make several return visits.” At that point I stop, turn toward him and smile. Then, I went on. “Fash Distributions would really hate to lose your business.”

I was done with my little speech and he began to clap. “Michelle, you have done well. You didn't lose your cool. You didn't get frustrated and stalk away. You remembered your training. You were persistent and constantly attempting to get him to create that personal connection with you.” I looked at him in shock. “You work for Fash Distributions, Sir?” I dribble out. He reaches into his coat pocket then pulls out a little jewelry box. “I do.” He puts on the cryx inside of the box, and standing before me is Rachel Groot. In her sexy voice she said, “You did well with this test. Tomorrow I will see you at the office.”

So, I am heading back to Chicago. I am buzzed high with my success. I am nervous that anyone or anything could be someone I don't know, testing or evaluating me. When I return to the office and come into Evening yoga the only people there are the fifteen first year associates. We look at each other strangely, but then move into the yoga. When we are done with yoga the fifteen of us sit and discuss where we are going to club that night. Some wanted to stay close. Others wanted to be adventurous and try out somewhere new.

I will admit we all thought we were young and powerful. We wanted to be adventurous. So, later that evening we were riding the trains and buses and found ourselves on Chicago's north side in line for a suave club. Without the experienced to help us we stood in line like several others. Then, I grabbed one of the girls, her name was Justine. I move up near the front where two guys wait patiently to get in. We smile sweetly at them and make small talk. When it is their turn to enter, they turn to us and say, “These ladies are with us.”

Then, Justine and I are in at the large Chicago nightclub. We are dancing and having fun. I don't know what it is about nightclubs. But the energy alone excites me and turns me into even a different woman than I am already. Justine and I tease and play with our boys for nearly an hour before the other ladies make it in. When they are getting on the dance floor, Justine and I are finding a table to sit at with our boys. I whisper to her that we should go to the bathroom to freshen up. Like two giggling girls we head off, expecting our boys to get waters. When we get back, we are giggling and ready to have a blast.

The boys are smiling expectantly at us as we return to see our drinks in front of us. Justine and I pick our drinks up, toast to our new friends, and clink our glasses. We put the cups to our lips when I smell the water. I instantly kick Justine. She stops with the water on her lips. I put the drink down and turn to the boy on my right. I look into his eyes. I touch his hand. “It is kind of early to drug us don't you think? Where were you planning to take us?” He looks at me. He looks shocked that I figured this out. Then, he tries to put on a face that acts confused. “What do you mean, honey?” He asks. I adjust my blouse so that he can see between my breasts. My fingers continue to caress his hand. I smile at him, fingernails scratching his hand lightly.

Suddenly, a confession blurts out of him, unexpected by his buddy. “My buddy and I … we like to drug up ladies, take them to our car and do things to them. Then dump their dead bodies in the Chicago River.” Justine gasps at the horror of what could have happened to us. I just smile at him. “Sounds to me like you have unrelieved sexual tension,” I purr. I look to see that his buddy his also looking at me entranced. Justine, I think we should lead these young men to a good time.” The two of us stretch ourselves up like lazy dangerous cats. We take the hands of our charges, then lead them to the bathrooms. We take an extra turn and find a door to the basement. I touch the door – it is locked – and gently will it to unlock. I hear the click, then take my charges down to the dark basement.

Justine and I have excellent night vision as the boys mumble, “It is dark down here.” I respond. “What, you don't like dark places where you are able to take ladies off somewhere they are not very comfortable?” But we silence them with fingernails on their lips and whispers in their ear. Then, we are both going down on these men. They go from fear to desire. My fingernails brush against his pants where his cock instantly comes to life for me. “Is this how you imagined me?” I slur at him. But he is lost as I kiss the zipper of his pants.

I purr as I feel his erection get larger and larger with just the coaxing of my fingernails. I unzip his pants and unbutton him. Then I reach my hand in to touch him. I pull on his balls, then I bend down and lick the bottom of his shaft. Then I kiss the top of his shaft. My hands caress his thighs. I can feel him succumb to the fantasy I want to give him rather than the fantasy he came here with. Then, my mouth is around his shaft and pulling it with my mouth.

I run my lips along his cock as my fingernails continue to caress and coax his balls to action. My tongue works along the bottom of his shaft while my lips are around him. I grind it just lightly with my teeth and lips. I can hear his and his friend's moans of pleasure as we work our enchantments on him. The more he moans and starts to grind his hips against me the harder and faster I fuck his tool with my mouth. His hands move to my hair and he begins to pull me toward him. “More … more …” He gasps.

I feel that he is about to explode when I pull out, leaving him unsatisfied. I stand up in front of him and push him down. I tower over him in my heels. “You thought you were in charge, didn't you?” I growl at him. I can hear him whimper now, left unfulfilled. He reaches for me with his hands, but I slap him. “You are such a bad boy, and I have to determine if you are worthy.”

But of course I had something special in mind for him. I pull my dress up and push my panties down. I tower over him. I let him smell my husky scent, but I won't let him touch. Then I spread my legs, straddle him and come down on his hardened shaft with my pussy. His pathetic cock has been worked to a frenzy that he has never experienced before. But it is large enough for me. I ride him up and down riding his cock. I ride him. Again as he gets close, I hold off. I continue to play and tease him. I bring him to the moment of his pleasure. I won't let him touch me, controlling him with his own dirty desires.

Finally I am so wet and desiring that I need my own satisfaction. I finally take him beyond his point of no return. I ride his shaft to the moment where he is begging, pleading, and promising to be good. And I feel his exploding cock inside of me. I continue to ride him, forcing him to give me every last drop. I fuck him over and over. When he wants to quit, I find more for him to give me.

When I am satisfied, I stand up over him. I speak: “You will not remember this. Go home, and stop your despicable acts with women. Settle down and find a good lady to be your wife.” Soon after, I hear Justine repeat the same. Then, we stand up, brush ourselves up and walk upstairs and first go to the bathroom. After we clean ourselves up, we head over to the table where our fellow associates are waiting to visit and giggle about our fun.

That night we hung together for a while, but then several of us went our separate ways. I had one more boy – he in the boy's bathroom. That was hot! After some of the girls separated their own ways, but Justine and I walked out. I felt vibrant, powerful and alive. We giggled and talked about the boys in the basement and others. I whispered to her: “We should fuck a homeless guy – just for the fun of it.” She must have felt my own desire, and agreed. It didn't take long as we walked between trains that we were under a bridge, and two men approached us. “Excuse us ladies,” one said, “but could you give us some money.”

I walked right up to him. “I don't have any money on me – in fact, I'd like to get rid of what I do have on me. I had my hand in his shirt. He stunk, but I smelled and felt sex, and that was all I could feel. It didn't take long until he had me on his mattress and his friend on Justine on his mattress and our legs were spread. These men were pretty hot themselves. Life had given them some raw deals, but they didn't forget how to fuck. When we were done with the guys, we switched, and got laid by the others. So, satisfied and complete, Justine and I returned to Fashionable hand-in-hand.

The next day, I am showered and dressed in some clean and good smelling clothes, when I am called up to the lower executive floor where Hannah Short and Rachel Groot interview me. “Michelle, we are generally pleased by your work. You have done a good job cleaning up a section that has been very messy for us. Several had been assigned or moved to that county. They couldn't fix it or made it worse. You handled some difficult situations.”

They continued on. “We have been in some ongoing discussions about what to do with that position now that it is cleaned up. Rachel and I both feel that it needs someone who has shown a steady hand. However, we feel your talents would be better used elsewhere. We have made an arrangement with Wisconsin. We have asked and received permission to receive Justine, a good friend of yours we have learned into our division. We would like you to spend the next week or so showing her the ropes – visit the ones she needs to see and know. We have to give up getting a new associate however. But that is often what happens in our division.”

I pipe in. “What are you planning with me, then?” Rachel continued. “We would like you to work with Jamie at our downtown office here in Chicago. It will mean less travel, but you will work with more customers, but under more of a public position.” I smile really large. “I am so excited!” Hannah gives me a hug. “We are excited too. We are so glad that you are here in Illinois division. We hope things will continue to work out.”

That night we are celebrating at the nightclub that Hannah had taken us to my second night wearing the cryx. Jamie, Ginny, Justine, and I are dancing together. We had had a good time with several men already that night. There was no hurry for a third or a fourth. We just wanted to enjoy each other's company and the thrill of the nightclub.

Justine and I sip our waters at the Club 32 with Jamie and Ginny. It had been one year since I had started to wear the cryx. We drink toast after toast as we recount our successes and failures this last year. "Here is to being perfect girls," I told Justine, remembering Alex and Jacob and their failures to make a cryx. "Here is to selling candy bars at gas stations in Illinois," I cheered. And Justine piped in, "And dresses in downtown Chicago." She smiles at me, and then reaches out her hand. "Let's have some fun," she says. I take her hand, jump up and off we go to the dance floor.

We return from another feeding and sit down together big satisfied smiles on our faces. And we are giddy with excitement. Then, we both thought back again on the year we had had. "This first year has brought a major change to our lives. We were ordinary men working ordinary jobs and living ordinary lives. We are now women, vibrant and full of life. We have so much to look forward to. The future will be exciting." Justine stopped after a moment.

I sat back to wonder. "What does the future hold? I hoped it would be as much fun as the last year has been." I wondered what I would be doing? Would I still be selling candy bars or dresses ten, fifteen years from now? Part of me wondered if there was more to this job then just selling candy bars and dresses. I sit back to consider.

Then, I come back from my reverie when I hear Justine talking to me again. Justine says to me, “I wonder how those boys are doing in the chamber of arches.” I nod my head. “I wonder if we will get nine or ten or eleven.” Justin giggles. Suddenly, Jaimee piped in. “It seems to change from year to year. The year I went through there were only five. The grumbles that went through they said through sales were heard for years.”

We discussed the possibilities for a while. We took a friendly wager - I guess that was the guy still left in us. Jamie said, "Five." Justine said, "Eight." I said, "All fifteen?" Everyone looked at me with a shock. I just laughed it off, even though I wondered to myself, "Why not? If we do it right?" Instead I said. "It is a crapshoot. Who knows?"

It would be later that night when Rachel gathers us around her table. “Ladies, I have an announcement. As you know, we will not be getting any new associates in Sales, Illinois division. We traded that pick away for Justine here. I think that is working out very nicely. But I thought you would be interested in knowing that we have eight new associates. Seven were unable to make a cryx. “I guess one guy dislocated his shoulder trying to get through the cement arch.” Justine said, “That isn't going to replace our numbers.” Rachel said, “It goes to show hard it is to create the cryx.”

When the speech was done, everyone gave Justine a hug. Then, they turned her out there. "You get your pick of the crop of men, Justine," Jaime said. She looked out there and picked. "That one," She said. Then, she was up and off. Everyone else wandered off shortly after her. Jaime lingered for a minute. She leaned in conspiratorially to me. "I for one agree. I can't see why we couldn't do all fifteen if we pick right." I nodded. "You bet." Then, I took her hand. "Let's go out and have some fun." Then, we both got lost in the music and lost to another year.

I'm leading Collin down the steps of our secret basement. It is the day. He seems calm – if not confident. As we stand outside of the door, I tell him. “I am required to ask you if you are willing to walk through this door. You will not be hurt by anything you see. But if you feel you don't want to do this, you will be okay. We will honor our five year deal with you.” Collin says, “I want to do this. I am ready.” I open the door for him, and then sit and wait.

Seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into an hour, and there is no Collin. I feared I would hear him back against the concrete wall, but I would be alerted by my phone if he started to hurt himself. There were video cameras in the hallway. Then my phone gets texted, “He is in.” I breathe a sigh of relief. He is capable, but hopefully he will see the tricks inside.

While I wait, I remember the last six months. It started with a family dinner with Collin and his young family. It continued with his first day of orientation, and mine. I had moved to level two gym. Justine and I and the rest of us associates were being trained, but this time as women. Our days were filled with yoga, judo, karate, self-defense, and weapons. It continued with surveillance procedures. It was extremely nerve-racking. I was getting instruction that was taking away the innocence and the this is all just about sales.

I knew what I would be doing not tonight, but tomorrow night. I would be stationed outside a club. I would begin to follow Collin or another associate around during the day. I was to make sure if he survived tonight that he followed the rules that he has been learning and would even learn more – especially sex rules. I would clean up his messes if necessary. I would kill him, and make it look like an accident if necessary. It had happened to my predecessor in sales Illinois division. It had been discovered that she was having sex with those she should not be. Someone, possibly her recruiter had been told to end her life.

I was about to think further on the past half year when my phone receives a text. “The rock is on the move. Attention!” I stand up and wait as if I had been sitting and expecting this moment. Soon, I hear his footsteps on the other side of the door. I push the door open and give him my best smile. He jumps through the door. “I did it!” I have a jewelry case ready. “”Quick put it in here,” I told him. I shut the jewelry box and hand it to him. This is yours, but first we have some work to do.”

I lead him upstairs and to the second floor, and walk him out to the First Year Associate hallway. “I was here,” I hear him mumble. “I know, but don't say anymore here.” I told him. I lead him to a different room Technology and training. There is James Cummings – I know him as Jamie. He or she is the new Vice-president of Associate Training. I hand him company ID card. Up comes my name and address. Then my female name Michelle Gorman, position, and that now I am level four as of today.

Then, I hand a second card to Collin. “Hand that to James, here.” He does. His name and address pop up. It also shows his new female name: Kelly Drew. It lists his or her new position and clearance level. Then, James tells him to sit down at the computer station in the corner where he answers the questions and picks his favorites.

James and I talk while he works on the desktop in the corner. James hands me my company ID. “You ready for tonight?” I am. I told him. “Where you going to take her?” He goes on. “ I'm going to take her where Gerry took me, to Club Downtown.” James asked, “And Rhoda cleared it?” I nod my head. “That is a good place. Good luck, and I hope you have fun.” I steel myself. We had received a big time briefing about the first night. We were told to monitor very carefully how much sex they have – to make sure that nothing goes too far.

When Collin is done, I stand up. I nod goodbye to James, then I give Collin my attention. “Are you ready?” I ask him. He nods his head with excitement. Then I lead him out of level 3 control and back to the entrance, and before the door where he will be working: Associate Entrance. “You will be on your own from this point. Proceed through this door. Look for the door with your associate name on it. You know that name, right?” He shakes his head, before I go on. “You will walk into a locker room. First thing you do is make sure all your possessions are there, then take your robe off and walk into the shower. I have left plastic on the floor and a razor in the corner. First, shave around your testicles so that it is clean. Then, pick up the plastic, roll it into a bag and throw it away. From there you can enter the cryx room. Remove your robe and place it on the hook on the right. Place the jewelry box on the table, and then open the box. Then, turn on your touchscreen television. Then, take your time. Enjoy a fantasy or two. Then, when you masturbate, make sure that you do so on the cryx. It won't make a mess. You will see. When you are done, it will be glowing a silver-blue. At this point, open the right drawer and put on the leather gloves – you remember company policy regarding the handling of the cryx, right?” He nods. “When you are ready walk through the door, and I will be waiting for you.”

When Collin steps through, I go back to the secret stairway and go up to level three. Then, I stand at the entrance to Associate Level 4 entrance. I present my identification, open the door and walk in. I walk up and down the well-let hallway until I stand before my new locker room. I present my credentials and walk in. I undress and put the black satin robe on. I walk into the cryx chamber. I open the drawer on the right, and pull out my leather gloves. Then, I pull out and put on my cryx.

It touches my skin, as many times before. It burns slightly, lovingly I think now. Then I feel the familiar inside-out feeling. I am lifted up off the ground. I shrink and grow. Then, the cryz is lying gently between my two perky breasts. I reach over and put on my satin robe. Then, I am out the door and into my much bigger closet. I put on my favorite black dress and heels. I take some time to make my hair. Then, I am out the door. Rhonda is waiting in my office. Next to her is Jacob, docile and peaceful. He looks younger and better than the day I had last seen him years ago. He wears an amulet around his neck. It gives him his own youth, but more importantly protects him from the full power of one of us. Rhonda says. “Okay, Jacob. It is time. Follow Michelle.” I lead him out and down to the on call room on the second floor.

I walk out and wait in my old office – soon to be Kelly's office. I sit and wait. It isn't too much longer when a sweet and gorgeous new being walks down the small hall. Long blonde and straight hair flows down her head. Her brand new cryx lies between two perky cute breasts. She walks off into the bathroom – it is only natural. When she is ready, she walks back out. I hear her say, “Hi,” in a very soprano uncertain voice. When she settles her eyes on me, she looks long and hard – even maybe longingly. I stand up and motion her to sit in my former office chair.

I sit quietly across from her at her desk as she looks around and takes in her new surroundings. When she is ready, I tell her. “This is where you can rest if you are staying here for some reason overnight. That will only happen a few times at your level of clearance. Tonight I would like to give you a present.

I stand up and lead her out to On Call Room # 1. I walk inside and hold the door open for her. When she sees Jacob sitting there, I tell her. “Jacob, I want to introduce you to Kelly. Kelly, this is Jacob. Jacob is one of those who went through our training, but for whatever reason was unable to make a cryx. He continues to work for us. Tonight, he has a special task, as do others like him. He will help you break in this new body of yours. Jacob has done this before, and he has clearance, and will be perfectly safe for you. Do not be afraid. Sit back, relax, and you will find that your body will do what needs to be done. When you are done here and would like to continue with the evening, I will be waiting for you in your office.” Before she can tell me that she isn't ready for this, I walk out of the room and leave her be.

I walk back to the office and sit on the lounge chair. Then, I wait for Kelly to return.

When Kelly comes back, she is walking with a sway and a power. I can see the cryx glowing and warming. I know she is feeling that rush in her head. I smile at her. “How was it, Kelly?” She is smiling head to toe, and that said it all. “That was good, huh? Well, it is only just the beginning. You and I are going out on the town. I brought some of my clothes out just for tonight. I put them in your closet. Let’s go and try some things on.” I lead her back to her walk in closet. I had left several dresses and outfits in the room. After she has picked out her outfit, she goes back into the bathroom. She freshens up, and it will be pretty natural thanks to orientation – but I think the cryx has something to do with it too.

After she returns I show her a black bra and bikini panties. I watch as she takes off her robe. I see her wiggle into the panties. I watch her pull the bra over her chest and back around her body, then click it in place. Then I see her put on the black little dress that she had chosen. It is quite revealing. It accentuates her breast and the beautiful cryx that sits between. I help her accessorize, simple for now. Then, I wait in her office while she sees herself dolled up for the first time.

Then, I see her swaying her hips out to me. She is stunning – beautiful, of course. Then, I lead her out of the office and into the 2.2 boardroom. There we have a makeshift photo studio set up. I take some pictures, upload them to her profile and mine. When I have enough, I lead her out. We go out the back door. I take her hand in mine and walk her to the front entrance. I have a cab waiting for us. Then, I instruct us where we want to go, and get ready to initiate Kelly into our world.

I lead us through a back door in the nightclub. “This club has a deal with us,” I tell Kelly. “We provide security and often bring ourselves here. So, they will let us in, and they will watch out for us. They will get us waters if they know a man is ordering us a drink. Lots of men will come here, looking for someone like us.” We walk in, both feeling the electricity and sex in the room. I order the two of us waters. I hand her the water the water, and say, “Your cryx gives you considerable power over men. But avoid alcohol while wearing it. Alcohol will even the playing field. That is part of the reason for security here. We want to protect you.” We sip our waters together. I drink in the atmosphere. These are the best moments.

When we are both finished with our waters I lead Kelly out to the dance floor. The music shakes the floor and quickly we are lost in the music. We are jumping up and down. We are bouncing and grinding against each other. It doesn't take long before we have two new friends. Kelly has a guy name Jack, and I got Brian. We are bumping and grinding with them. I can sense how easily Kelly is getting lost in the moment. Soon, she has her hands around him. He has his hands on her. I see their hips gyrating. Quickly, I send Brian off for a minute while I grab Kelly. It is time for a chit chat.

We run to the bathroom as two ladies who need to freshen ourselves up. “What do you feel with those boys?” I asked her. She purrs. I touch him and I want him inside my clothes. It is electric. It is exciting. “That is important,” I tell her. Trust that feeling. If you feel that with a guy, it means you are safe and he is safe. If you feel disgusted, don't go with it. This cryx around your neck is alive and powerful. It wants and needs to be fed. You will need to feed it. But don't feed it what it doesn't what.” She nods her head. “It makes sense to me.” We give each other a big hug then meet our boys at the table. They have diligently gotten waters for the two of us.

We tease and play with each other. Brian is necking me while I giggle and visit with Kelly. Jack is clearly touching Kelly underneath the table. Her voice slurs as she turns and talks to him. My hand is rubbing Brian's thigh while he is necking me. The more insistent his mouth, the more insistent my hands. I can tell as I glance at Kelly that she is completely lost to the song of the cryx. I know how intoxicating and powerful that song is. When the song starts to reach out to me, I grab Brian's hand, pull Kelly and Jack after her along to the back of the club.

I think Kelly barely noticed those two invisible agents of Fashionable. She is busy pulling his pants down. Soon, I am focused on Brian. My hands are again on his enlarging penis. His hands are on my breasts and waist and thighs. It is so easy to play Brian like a fiddle, just as Kelly is learning with Jack. My hips do all the talking as we buck and grind following the music still thundering in from the other room. I look at Kelly and speak to her using my mind. “Go easy on the boy. Don't destroy him.” Then, I lose myself in Brian's kisses and touches.

It isn't taking him long to remove my dress, and my own fingers have his pants off. Then I grind my wet panties against his bulging tidy widies. He reaches for me, but I hold him off. I tease him with my fingers. I twist and turn out of his grip. I frustrate and infuriate only to tempt and entice him again. I'm in his arms, then suddenly I am behind him pulling his tidies off and his shirt. He has me in bra and panties, but I dance this way and that. I giggle. I moan and groan. Then, I let his hands get me roughly on my right breast. I moan. “Yes, that's it.” I wiggle my hips one more time.

He pulls and cups and squeezes my breasts. He is pinching my nipples and then he is reaching down to kiss and lick and harden them in his touch. My bra comes off as he sucks and almost drinks off of me. My hands run in his hair and head and neck. My nails dig into his scalp. I move my breasts and body in a dance along with the music.

Then, I let him pull down my panties. And as he does, I lay back, stick my hips in the air and motion him with my fingers. He is in between my legs like an obedient dog. And magnificently hard he shoves himself into me. My hips move up to grind against him. Each grind brings him farther inside of me. Each grind splits my legs farther. Each grind has one leg wrapped around him. My hips grind up against his cock and his balls. I gasp and cry and fuck him over and over. Then, he spills and empties himself into me. I cry out in pleasure as I feel my own orgasm ramble through me over and over. I am going over and over bringing him with me on the ride of his life. When he is nearly empty, I release him and let him collapse.

I stand up over him and slowly take my clothes and put them on fully naked in front of Kelly who is watching me in wonder. “You were amazing, Michelle.” She said. I smile back, “I could feel what you did to him too, baby. You were amazing. I bet you are hungry for more though“ So, we take each other's arms and arm-in-arm we head out on the dance floor.

And it was thrilling. Once I let Kelly go off on her own while I went down on a guy. I took a total of three while I noticed Kelly's insatiable appetite. And as the evening went on you could tell the room changed in feeling and electricity. One guy had tried to drop things into a drink for me. He had tried the same on Kelly, but she caught it. I told her across the room. “No limits on this guy. Go all the way. See what you can do.” She still made it look like he was in charge and doing things his way. I used my newest training and disappeared and watched Kelly and her new boy go off again to the back room.

I watched in the dark as she first took him between her legs. And then she was insatiable. She made him excited again when she cleaned his cock with her lips and tongue. She sucked him and made him explode into her mouth. As she cleaned him up the second time she turned her ass around and took him in between her ass cheeks. Then, I see it. He gives her more than his cum, but his energy, his life energy, and his control during sex. She responds to the gift, and she screams and cums and cums and cums. I see her fuck herself with her fingers on her pussy as she finds her own release.

Then with him nearly gone, she stands before him. “Drink your goddess,” she tells him. And he obeys. He takes his mouth around her wet thighs and her pussy and cunt. She takes in his dark fantasies, pleasures and desires. His mouth cannot help itself. She forces her will upon him. “You shouldn't try to rape women. You should be a good man. You should find a woman and settle down. Forget me. Be good. Now, go.”

When she is done with him, I sneak out and wait for her at our table. When I come back, she is moving like a lioness through the room. She is filled with power and desire. He is out the door so fast, you can barely see the blur that he makes. I glow in pride at what she did. “You did well. Those are the best for reasons they can never understand.” She nods happilly. Then, we walk arm in arm and go outside into the world.

I lead Kelly to a twenty-four hour diner. “I'm not hungry for food, but the body without the cryx will need it when it comes off.” I order for both of us: one egg scrambled, toast and water. Then, we visit about our conquests of the night before. We talk about confident and powerful men who feel before us. We talk about the sexual energy we felt and exhibited. We both talked about their attempted seductions and petty tricks to take us. We talked about their weak moments in the bed, until we dug deep inside of them and coaxed what they really needed out for us.

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At six that morning I am leading Kelly back into Fashionable Inc. I lead her through the trainee entrance. We walk through Kelly's old locker room, then I stop her. “I want to show you something. Not everyone was able to make a cryx. Follow me.” We open the door out into the hallway toward the classroom. Instead we enter through the yoga room where sixteen others are lined up. And then, Ginny Potter walks in. She is the newest President of New Associate training. “Let's go into the observation room.” She says. She leaves while the rest of us file into a fairly spacious room where we can see the classroom, but they can't see us.

As we look in there are people there – people Kelly obviously recognizes. They are sleeping on and off when Ginny walks in. You can see the seven of them come to attention and attempt to wake each other up. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she says. “I am here to tell you that you have not succeeded in creating a cryx and therefore will not be becoming full Fashionable Inc associates. We will still honor our agreements made through our representatives. You will receive the promised salary for five years. During that time we will see if you can continue to be of use to us.”

One of them – and they always do – blurts out. “What do you mean? This is stupid. I never had a chance to create this cryx thing, because I was standing in a hallway blocked up with concrete and a strange archway that leads to nowhere.” Ginny smiles at him. “Well, eight of your former compatriots figured it out. You will see them around, but they are getting acquainted with their new bodies.”

You can hear those boys throw that out as if it was ridiculous. But Ginny goes on. “I am Ginny Potter. As President of Associate Training, it was my duty to prepare you for last night. Sadly, seven of you were unable to make a cryx. It was difficult to explain to those above me that this was such a small group. However, let me introduce you to someone else. She will be helping you through the next portion of your work in our company.”

At this point Gerry walks in. “Hi everybody. My name is Gerry Prost. I am the President of Maintenance. I am here to help you with your transition to employment at Fashionable.” Gerry hands out a form to the men. “This form is asking you to sign that you have been offered the option to sign a release from employment form. There are two sheets. The first form is the waiver form that indicates you have seen the second sheet. Please give your attention to that. This sheet gives you the opportunity to sign and be waived from any further connection to us. If you sign it, you will receive no further compensation other than the signing bonus and the salary you received up to this point. If you wish to continue with us, please sign the first sheet, and stand up and meet me in the hallway.”

Gerry walks out, leaving the four men alone. Everyone is quiet as we hear the grumbles and complaints that come from these men. It is like when I had gone through this. “Where are the other guys? What did they do to them? I can't afford to do this.” But there was one. “I have had enough. I don't want any more to do with this crazy place.” To the shock of all of us, he signs the second sheet, tears up the first sheet waiver, then stalks out of the room. Everyone else says, “Way to go.” But after some thought, six others sign the waiver, tear up the release form, and walk out to meet Gerry.”

Ginny Potter comes back into the room. “We saw all that we will be seeing of them. But we feel you needed to see what has happened to them. They will catch you in corners on your way in. They will be shocked. They will ask you how you got through. Be careful. No one – except those who wear a cryx needs to know what happened in there. No foolish apologies for their poor souls. Do not interact – except to be nice. They will have what we call level one dash five clearance. They will get Maintenance duties.” After this usual speech, Ginny nods at us then walks out of the room.

I squeeze Kelly's hand and tell her, “It is time to go. We got more to do.” I lead her back upstairs to her level two office. I let her sit in her office chair and I sit across from her. “What happens next?” She asks me. I have big smiles. “You and I get to have some fun. But you will need this.” I hand her her new company portfolio. As she is looking through everything, I point out. “Look at the last of the papers. There is a sheet on company letterhead with our company credit card.”

I watch her as she reads the letter, waiting. When she is done, she has the credit card in hand and has nothing to say. “Don't be shocked. You are an investment – you and the complete package of you. Soon, you will be representing Fashionable in a large area further from Chicago somewhere. You need to look like one of us.” She throws her hands up in the air. “I don't know what I'm going to be doing? When am I going to be finding this out?” Well, you will be going to a banquet tonight. There you will meet your new division in sales. You will meet the President and Vice Presidents of the division you are assigned to. They will tell you more.”

“But what about you?” Kelly asks me. I respond. “That we can't get into right now. Why don't you go in and shower? There you can take your time to enjoy your new body. You can take a shower in the locker room. Then go back into the closet and pick an outfit for shopping – just make sure it isn't something that will attract too much attention. We will not be in secure areas. Then, after we are done shopping, we will come back here. I am going to go and change to get ready for our shopping trip.”

With that I run upstairs. I don't take a shower. I take off my dress and clothes. I put on a black with white polka dotted blouse, a cute black skirt. I put on some cute red heels, and then accessorize. I make sure that I am all refreshed and then I go down and wait for Kelly to get done. When she comes out, she is wearing a nice outfit for shopping. I lead her down to the parking lot where we pick out a new Japanese sports car. I hand her the keys. “I will show you the way; you drive.”

I told her where to go this way and that way until we were out in a suburban mall. I led her up and down the halls of the mall. We were arm-in-arm. We got the necessities. We got a few party dresses. We got a formal gown or two. We bought shopping outfits. Mostly, we bought outfits that she would be wearing as she represented us as a sales rep.

I lead her to a nice place to go out to eat. “Come on, Michelle,” she says. “I want to do more shopping or meet a man. I'm not really hungry.” I motioned to her. “Yes, but you will have to take that cryx off eventually. It is important to remember that you are not so weak when you do that that you will fall over.” So, after a sensible lunch, I had her back at Fashionable. I helped her put her new clothes away. I suggested a sexy party dress for the banquet that night. Then, I hugged her tight. “You and I will still bump into each other. You remember Gerry from Maintenance? She was my recruiter. We see each other from time to time. But tonight, enjoy and celebrate.” We hug tight and then, I leave her. I went upstairs to my new office. I strip off everything. I take off the accessories. I put on black satin slippers and my black satin robe. Then I sit in my office desk waiting for what was next.

It doesn't take long when one of our security personnel appears at my new office. Its mechanical voice speaks. “It is time Associate Gorman. Please follow me.” I get up and follow. My guide leads me down into the basement where I stand in the corridor into the same stone corridor I had been led fifteen years ago, the same corridor that I had led Collin now Kelly to take. I stand before the stone archway, but it isn't closed off it is open. I close my eyes. I relax into the yoga that has been my comfort and stay since I have become a part of Fashionable Inc. It doesn't seem to take long, but I feel a shift as I go passed or somehow through the corridor.

I am in the chamber of archways, and I again stand before the archway with the Roman numeral one at its pinnacle. Then, I step through. I am back in the nightclub that Gerry had led me into all those years ago. But something isn't right. I am feeling funny, sleepy and not my usual in control self. As I start to fall, a strange man takes me on his shoulder and begins to walk me out. He walks past security and out the door to his car. When I am in his car, he ties me up. I try to reach out and touch him but nothing seems to happen. I can't seem to focus.

He touches me, but I am unable to feel excitement or fear. I feel him pull up my clothes. He is whispering things at me. “You dirty whore! Women like you deserve what is coming to them. You deserve to be hurt and taken. Then, I will take your pretty little jewel. You don't realize how precious these things are. Things are looking bad until he falls down. Then, I am face-to-face with the people Gerry had introduced to me as Security. One of them puts something over my face, and then I remember no more.

I am sweating as I walk through the archway. Did I pass or did I fail? I do not know. I am frightened. I had once thought myself invincible, able to take any man I want for myself. I didn't see the dangers. I had followed the rules, but I had never felt so dirty and scared and weak. What was the meaning of this? Were there people who knew about us? Were there people seeking to take us and our cryxes and sell them to others? Were there people that would kill one of us for these things? I still feel that way as I stand before the second archway. Then, I close my eyes and walk through.

I am again in that club, but this time I am watching over Kelly. Or I was? Where did she go? I look this way and that way. I am about to panic when I relax and feel for her. She is no longer in the building. I motion for one of the security. Then, we go outside. By the time we get out there, we find Collin in Kelly's torn and dirty clothes, bleeding, and bruised. I bend over him. “Collin, Collin, are you okay?” There is no answer. I hear that mechanical voice, “Stand aside associate. Let me pick her up, then you and I will go right back to headquarters.” On the way back to Fashionable, Collin's pulse disappeared. He was dead on arrival. It was awful. She had been so confident and so sure. But now she is dead and her cryx was gone. There was going to be hell to pay.

I am shivering and clinging to myself as I come through. I struggle to understand if it was reality or could have been reality or should have been reality. I look ahead at the last archway. I wonder again if somehow if I had failed the archway test. I wondered again if this was real and if things like this happened. I wondered what it had to do with me and why I was seeing this.

Then, as I stand before the last archway. I do not know what is going on. I do not know why I am here. I wonder if I will succeed or fail. I close my eyes. I take a step and I am through. I am sitting in a office high above the ground. I am dressed up again but I have a serious look on my face as a man stands before me. “Lady, I was able to procure one of those diamonds, as you had asked. It was so easy. They drank it and fell for my lines. I can't believe what I am seeing, nor do I believe what I am about to hear. “You have done well, Maxwell.” Then, I push a briefcase toward him. Max opens it up, and smiles. “This is what we agreed on, Lady.” Thank you.

He is about to leave when I say, “Would you like a drink to celebrate together, dear?” He laughs. “That is a messed up joke, Lady. I don't think either you nor I would drink with the other. I will see you next year.” Then, I watch him go. I am unable to understand what is going through my mind at the moment, but then a light flash and I am through the final archway.

As I open my eyes, I look down. There before me is a black armored suit, like security wears. I touch it, fearfully. Then, I see writing on the table next to it. It says:

Congratulations, sister. If you are reading this, you have powered your security suit. Strip from your robe, leave your cryx on and put on the security garment. Then return to your office immediately.

I follow instructions. I take off my black satin robe. I put on the armored suit, and I walk back the way I came. I walk through the archway in the very first corridor. I walk down that corridor to the entrance door. I push it open. Then, I walk back up the steps all the way to third floor. Then, I return to my office. Before I make it there, I am met by others wearing the same suit. Then, I hear my associate ID number. Agent 66615821, welcome to Security. Please follow me inside.

I follow the black clad unit into a new and bigger office. Behind the desk is another dressed like myself. “Agent 66615821, do you have any questions?” I reply, “Yes. I am curious if there are people who hunt associates for their cryxes.” The one behind the desk responds. “We do, Agent 66615821. You need to understand some things. There is great power at work here. We need to protect the company. Many of these associates are going to let the power go to their heads and screw things up. We make sure that our associates are playing by the rules. We also cull out the weak associates. I hope you are not squeamish. We will be asking you to do things like this.”

'No, I am not squeamish. I was just confused. What is your assignment for me?” The security unit ahead of me continues. “You will proceed to Club 32. You will be part of the security detachment there. Clean up any associate messes. Watch out for one years. Watch out for cryx stealers. You will have whatever you need in your suit. You are dismissed.”

I walk down the hallway, to the elevators and down to the second level garage. I find my car and I am off. I am at Club 32 and I present myself to the unit leading the work there. The unit gives me a tour of the premises. Then upstairs he briefs me on what to expect tonight. “Unit 66615821. We are expecting Sales Division Wisconsin here tonight. President's name is Jane Michael. Vice-president is Andrea Dawson. There are three new associates assigned to Wisconsin. You will tail one: Nicole Tatum. You will follow her everywhere. You will observe everything she does. You will follow her back to Fashionable. When she faints after taking off the cryx, you will take her to her room at the Hilton, 235. Then you will be dismissed for the night.”

As I take my position, I would have had lots of questions. But the suit I am wearing suddenly brings information I didn't have before. It tells me who Nicole Tatum was Nicholas Tatum. It puts a picture up before me in between my eyes. Soon, people are coming to the club. I stand still and out of sight as they do. I especially take note of the men who come in. Some of those who come in I can get a face identification from social media networks. Others I have access to their criminal record. I take extra note of one who is there and has sexual predator next to his name. There is even a famous actor that walks in. He tried to come in without being recognized, but I was able to see who and what he is. Then, I catch sight of Sales Division with Jane Michael. She has brought a few of the ladies with her – none are first year associates. They don't waste time, especially Jane. They are out on the dance floor attracting attention.

It is another thirty minutes when Andrea brings in several more, this group has Nicole. I take in her clothes and everything registers as she saunters into the room. After these girls have settled, they are out on the dance floor. I notice every man who approaches Nicole. I can feel the energy they give off and how Nicole reacts. I see which ones draw her and I see which ones repel her. But then I see her settle on one. She bumps and grinds against him. She kisses him on the dance floor. Then, she is leading him away.

I am still in stealth mode when I follow her into the back room. Then he is on her. His mouth is on her neck. His hands are on her hips. She is close and he is full of desire. She pulls off his shirt and pulls down his pants and underwear. She holds his cock until it is out to full strength. She pulls up her dress lays down on the floor and spreads herself for him. Then full of desire he enters into her. She bumps and grinds and gasps and moans as he fills her first with his meat then with his semen. She lets him empty and then she stands up, dresses and walks out.

I look at him while he lays there in pleasure. Before he is able I run over to him and down on my knees take the mask off and lick around his prick. I taste Nicole and I taste him. I find myself glow a little as I finish cleaning him. Then, my mask goes back on and I am back out in the main hall. Quickly I locate my charge drinking water and chatting with fellow associates. It is nearly an hour until Nicole is out on the floor again. She finds two more men, one she goes down on, another she lets fill her ass.

I am on extra alert as we pass 2am and as others enter in. There is one in particular that feels like something. He focuses in on the associates as if he knows who and what they are. Then, I see him focus on Nicole. I am about to move when I hear a voice in my head. “It is good you recognize him. You are supposed to. But let him work – interrupt him if he hurts her.” I continue to observe as they dance and then as he leads her over to the bar. She orders a water and he orders a beer. I move a little ways away and grab a water from the bar. I watch. When he thinks Nicole isn't looking, he pops something inside. I move behind the bar, then I replace his glass with the glass I had gotten.

She properly checks the water. Then sips and drinks the whole thing. They visit and talk, and then lays her head down on him. But he doesn't lead her out, she is leading him to the back room. She is in full and complete control when she drains him letting her fuck her three times. Then, she leaves him. As I look down on him, I walk over. I see a pendant around his neck and I reach over and look at it. My mind takes in that pendant. Again that voice comes into my head. “Time to leave him. That pendant is Fashionable created. He will be fine. Now go.”

I stand up and go back outside. Nicole and others are picking their things up to leave. I pick up their trail as they head off to a small diner for an early breakfast. Then, they head back to headquarters. I wait down the escalator. When nearly one half hour is up, Nickolas Tatum comes out the door. He nearly falls down the escalator when I reach over and pick him up into my body suit arms. Then, I carry him down the escalator, put him in a wheelchair below, then I walk him to the hotel. I use his hotel card to let him in a back way. A screen in front of my eyes gives me the fastest route to his room. I open his room, lay him down, then secure the room shut. I am out the door and back at headquarters.

I take off my security suit, and replace it in my closet. I put on my satin robe returned to my closet. Then, I sit down and take an hour to report on what happened at Club 32 regarding Nicole Tatum. I filed it under Nicole's confidential file, and then I went into the cryx chamber. I took off my cryx. I dressed quickly, and made my way gingerly down the escalator. Then, I made my way into the hotel and crashed on the bed without turning over the sheets. I slept for several hours.

I am awake at 4:30 am. Quickly, I dress and shower and groom myself. By 5:30am I am out the door and down to the diner I eat at every year after New Associate Day. I eat oatmeal, fruit and drink a water. At 6:30am, I am making my way back to Fashionable. At Monday at 6:55 am, I am allowed in. By 7:30am I am sitting at a table with all those who had joined Fashionable fifteen years ago, except for Toni – she had died last year. Hannah Short, now President of Security briefs us. “Today, you will be following the first year associate you were assigned to. Make sure they obey the rules. Keep them out of harm and trouble. Your cars will be equipped with the ability to find their cars on GPS. File a report when they return, then you may go home.”

I can taste it when at 11am Nicole is set free on her car and her new world. I have seen her list, but no schedule has been forwarded to me. Most likely, she is going to go to the first name on the list. And she is off. I am right behind her. You can feel her buzz as she drives these busy roads wearing the cryx. It is truly a powerful feeling. We weave this way and that through traffic until we are on our way north out of Chicago and into Wisconsin, Kenosha in fact where I live at night.

She decides to skip a couple of places on the list and gets to the first place on her list that we run into. That does seem very organized. I wait on the back side of the building while she walks into the bar. I would guess that they might buy soda or pizza or even candy from us. She will try to sell him these things. After a certain amount of time is up, I rub the crystal of my cryx gently, and I feel myself fade from view. Then, I walk into the bar. I can feel her in the back of the room. I have extra hearing as I listen to them.”

“Our Fash Candy bars have a smooth nugget center. Here is a free sample.” I dare not go in, but I can imagine that she has touched him. She might be tempted to do more than that, but she would have been warned strongly against it. Of course under her influence he says, “The chocolate is pretty good. I am still under contract with Distributions for soda and pizza, but I might buy a shipment of these candy bars.” I can hear her relax. “That would be great Mr. Mandren. Please fill out this form.”

At this point, I walk out of the bar and back to my car. I wait maybe five minutes when she is sauntering back outside. I can see that he has walked her out and is watching her carefully as she gets in the car. She has given him no extra viewings. Then, she is speeding off to the next place. We hop from this place to the next place, each one in line rather than right down the list – makes sense. We made four stops all similar to that last one. But the last stop was really awkward for me.

It was approaching 2:30pm. I was getting nervous about going back to Chicago, but Nicole confidently walks into a gas station literally blocks from my home. I am about to walk in when my wife gets out of her car to fill up the car with gas. I have never seen her before in these eyes. Time has been well to her – myself too as a man, thanks to the influence Gary and his wife had on our diet and lifestyle. I want to look at her, but then I walk back in. I am listening at the door, invisible again as Nicole is giving the pitch. Yao, his name is, has been with our company for a long time, but does not want to sign an extension. He wants to switch to Distributions.

Nicole frantically says, “You can’t want their work. Our service is better, as are our prices.” I can sense the tricks she is using, but he is resolute and firm. There must be a reason – does he wear something that makes him immune to one of us? Finally, she sees the time and is forced to give up. She stalks out. Invisible I peek in on him. I can sense that I am right. I listen for a second as he talks to someone on the phone. “No, she did not try to force herself on me. Yes, she pushed, but not beyond the limits you had asked me to watch for. Thank you. We continue to appreciate our business with Fash. I appreciate the discount you are giving me for this next three months. Goodbye.”

I am trying to ponder the meaning of that when I run into of all people, my wife. “Excuse me, miss, she says.” I can feel her eyes on me, watching me trying to figure out what kind of woman I am as I walk out and back to my car. Then, I am speeding down the road. I am able to catch up with Nicole. I know the city and I know certain ways to escape attention and ways that are faster. By the time she hits the interstate going south I am right behind her again. There are no incidents as we make our way back to Chicago.

That night on the train back home I ponder everything I have learned about my company just three days after my promotion to security. We spy on new associates from the start. We have extra procedures to make sure they are following the rules. We attempt to trick them or steal their own cryxes from them. We will even work under the hand of our own security to do this. There were levels upon levels of plots and intrigues. I wonder about Nicole. She seems nice and straight laced. She broke no rules the whole time I was watching her. It seemed to me that Kelly would have been more apt to break rules. It has been a long weekend wearing the cryx, I am fast asleep with an hour of train to go.

It had to be one of the best weeks ever for me at Fashionable. Besides morning and evening yoga, I was able to have two dates a day like the one above. I don’t think my cryx ever felt that full or powerful before. I wouldn’t see Joshua again. It was somebody new each time. It was a cook or busboy at a local restaurant. It was a policeman working for the city of Chicago. It was always someone that seemed to be owed a favor for what was done to turn the other way at what we were doing.

On Friday morning as the train sped down to Chicago, I was excited. Today was the day. I would get to take the lone charter with Vice President Mrs. Amanda Frit, Vice-President of Chicago’s Fashionable site herself. I was third on a team of four wearing black suits to make sure that the Vice President wasn’t harmed.

The luxury of such accomodations and position came crashing in on the reality that this was as much responsibility when we landed at Miami’s airport. Suddenly, I saw a man on the roof with a rifle. He had gotten past security. I acted instinctively. I stood in front of Mrs. Frit. I shouted, “Enemy on the roof.” Another black suited with us used blazing supernatural speed and ran and climbed and jumped up to the roof of the building. She disarmed him and brought him down.

Then, our team led him bound and gagged to the suburban where I and another were placed inside with him to guard. We drove to the hotel, just fifteen minutes away. When we stopped, I heard a voice speak through the special way security could communicate to each other. Agent 66615821 well done in spotting the threat. As a reward, you are to take the threat to the room, fully interrogate him, and then dispose of him. I respond, “Yes, Commander.”

Using my black suit, I create an illusion around myself and my charge and I lead him through the hotel lobby and into the room that had been assigned to me. I open the door and leave him on the chair in my room and compel him, “You are not to move until I command.” Then I step into the other side and to the closet and bathroom area. I change out of my black armored suit and step out into my black lingerie. I step into black heels that I had brought in a black bag then I go to deal with the threat.

Slowly, I walk up to him, walking, parading, dancing, willing his eyes to gaze upon me. I stop right in front of him. I remove the gag, but I leave the twisted restraints on his arms and legs. Then I sit on his lap and look into his eyes. “I have to have your name, before we can talk any more,” I say to him. He knows he needs to resist me. So, quickly I use the cryx and move past the blocks he tries to place to me. “My name is Jonathan,” He says. I nod, stand up and walk a little ways from him. “Now, that is good. I knew we could be civil,” I say to him.

I look at my prisoner. I see the muscles that bulge against the restraints on his arms and hands. I see those same restraints stretch against his firm ankles. I think and suddenly a small fire shoots out from my cryx and hits the restraints burning them off. I hear him yelp, but I anticipated that. I send out a bubble from my cryx to cover around him and I so that the sound doesn’t travel any farther. Keeping that bubble there I move closer. “Jonathan, I think it is a shame that you have to wear long sleeves when it is summer in Miami.” He looks at me with a quizzical look. Then, I snap, “Take off your clothes.” The command was so strong and sharp and had such command in that sound bubble that he moved quickly to please me. He unbuttoned and threw off his clothes. He undid the buckles on his thick boots and threw them off and pulled down his camouflage pants. I tapped my foot and urged him with my mind. He dropped his underwear before me as well.

There he sat beneath me, and he was wearing one of those things around his neck. I looked at him with questions on my mind. That looks just like the amulet that I saw Jacob wear the day he broke Kelly in. I was certain it was Fashionable made and issued.

I didn’t want him to see any uncertainty from me. I ran my well-manicured fingers and hands through his hair and along his face and neck. I looked him into the eyes. We made eye contact. “Jonny, dear,” I told him, “You are still wearing something you know.” He nodded. I smiled at him, using that smile I used to close a deal. “It would please me greatly, if you were to be naked. Just think of the fun, we could have.” He nodded again. His hands reached up and found the amulet. But I could see he had trouble. He couldn’t take it off. I put my hand up and motion for him to stop. “Let me help you, my love,” I tell him.

I put my hand around that chain. I can feel something attempt to stop me, but I push the thought or power aside and pull the chain up and over his head. All the while my eyes remain focused on him. And something amazing happens. I see his eyes just slightly change. Then, he looks at me, almost confused. I stand up and walk away from him for a second. Right away I know that he isn’t right. He will not be able to answer any questions. With the amulet off he will not even remember who he is. I look at the amulet. There are no clues on it. I turn around and walk to him again. I sit on his lap one leg on each side of his thighs. I make eye contact with him again.

I take the amulet and place it around his head. I feel the power of the amulet attempt to reassert itself in his mind, but I take it. I understand more now. I could do so much at this moment. I could impose myself through this amulet. I could claim Jonathan as my own. But what was a lowly security guard going to do with him? I could take the amulet in and try to feel out the Master of the amulet. It would require a very close proximity to whoever the owner of this amulet and this Jonathan were. I do not allow the amulet to touch Jonathan’s skin. I turn it in my hand. I direct my cryx at it. I feel the power of the amulet’s owner. I take that power in. I analyze it. I taste it. I make myself familiar with it. Then, I allow the amulet back onto his skin.

I assert myself through the amulet, making it feel and sense as if I am the owner of the amulet. Instantly, he is down on his knees. "Mistress," he cries out as he looks at me. I can feel that he honestly looks at me. He cannot but see me as her. But he doesn't know her by any other name.

I walk up to him and leave my hips in front of his face. I let him smell me. I put my snatch in his face. I let him smell. I can feel his reaction. He wants to taste. I look down. "Drink from your Mistress," I told him. His teeth bite on my panties. I cry out as I feel his teeth rub against me. Then, I feel him pulling down the panties leaving me exposed before his face. Quickly, he licks slowly licks around my snatch with speed and with intensity. My hands reach down and stroke his scalp and hair as he tugs and plays along my snatch.

My head arches back, and I moan. "That's it, baby," I say. I feel from his mind what his Mistress calls him. "Stick your pointy tongue in my slit, slut," I hiss at him, apparently just like his Mistress. "Give it to me." He pushes himself in and I gasp as he pushes and pushes his tongue into me. He goes for the spot that pleases her, but I redirect him to my g-spot. Then, I grind my hips against his face. I hold his head against me as I rock round and around. I feel him. His well-trained tongue and mouth pushes against my spot with intensity. I can feel him push and grind against me.

But I push him off of me. I command him. "On top of me, boy." I lay back on the bed nearby. I spread my legs and command him with my thoughts between them. Strong and hard he follows his cock. It rubs against my thighs and wiggles outside of my snatch. He grinds just out of me. Then, I pull him in. Slowly, he opens my pussy with his large hard cock. He splits me open and slams it in. Rough and hard he takes me. And I reach up to him, pulling him in farther. I spread my legs wide until he can go no farther.

Then, I lay back and let him gloriously fuck me. He pushed and worked and slammed me over and over. He grinded against me with experience. He gave it to me hard and I was loving it. I took it from him and I shouted, "That's it, slut, give it to your mother. Fuck me." My words and commands push him farther. I keep up with every ounce of his experienced thrusts. I reach up and kiss his lips and wrap my hand around his neck. I position myself so that I can truly feel him filling and completing me. And I fuck him wildly.

He doesn't quit and he doesn't tire - not like other men who I have been with before. But he is a stallion trained for the pleasure and desire of someone who has power. He has no need to leave his seed in me early. My snatch feels the pain and stretching of his over-large cock. But the power of my cryx heals and protects me. Again and again he takes me to heights of pleasure and again and again I meet his thrust and power. It goes on until I suddenly feel I am ready to beg. But I will not. I will myself to ride this wonderful horse and I enjoy and pleasure myself.

Finally, he has lost his ability to hold back himself. He screams out, but it is caught by our bubble. Then, I find my release with him. I feel wave upon glorious wave of orgasm over take me as I feel his orgasm go with mine. I go on and on as he goes far beyond the ability to cum like a normal man. He finally empties himself into me and fills me as I nearly was at the end myself. Then, I pull him up against me. I kiss his head, and then pull myself off of him. I pulled up my panties. I look down on him as he gazes up at me.

“What am I going to do with you?” I ask him. He continues to stare at me. He is now lost to his owner. She would need to know he is dead. She also doesn’t need to know that some upstart security officer had been able to steal him from her. I smile at him sweetly. I reach down and let him see my ass. I grab the ties and walk around him. I wrap the tie around his neck. I pull hard and start to choke him. He struggles not, still thinking I am his Mistress. He slowly turns purple and then falls, his life was gone. I pull the amulet off his neck. I wrap it around my hand and wonder about it. Then, I walk into the bathroom to hide this new amulet for myself. Then, I dress for my report to my commander.

Security is a different beast as I make my way from day to day. One day I will be following an associate in their car into some new part of the world. Another day I will be wearing the black armor guarding and walking with a President or Vice President to some new place. Other days I will be told to remain behind to continue training in fight, self-defense, battle logistics of things no less. It is a very curious job. It has perks that I am able to go out and about more. I am able if careful and quick to clean semen off of men after they have been used by an associate with permission, or even a President or Vice-president after they have enjoyed a client they are meeting with.

But while I wear the cryx the frustration of not being able to seduce and have a man between my legs makes you hunger and desire like no other thing. It is a strange world we live in for sure. One day, the newest security associates are in the Board room with President Short. “For the next week, you will not be going out, ladies – except during lunch. We have arranged for you to have lunch dates with available men who are checked out and able to shall we say be resuscitated mouth-to-mouth. We want you all full and satisfied before our Spring Conference in Phoenix this year. I would like to introduce you to Vice President Candy Brine who will brief you further on what you will be doing in Phoenix.”

Candy stands up and says. “Thank you, Hannah. Ladies, you will be assigned different tasks during the conference in middle of March. Each of you has a schedule of what your task will be.” I look down at my schedule. “Each of you will spend a day as an assistant to a president or vice president. That will be highlighted in red for you. An additional information sheet will brief you on what that individual prefers or desires or needs to be steered clear away from. If your individual permits it, you will be allowed to indulge as a full associate. Normal procedure is to permit that, by the way. On another day, you will serve duty either as suited guards in night clubs the associates might enter or as those who will watch carefully and take notes. You will have full briefing on this.”

When Candy is finished, Hannah Short speaks again. “Enjoy this week. It will be relaxing from your trips out and about as security detail. As long as you are in security detail, you will not have an opportunity like this again. I look forward to our trip to Phoenix. You are dismissed.” I get up and walk back to my office. There I change out of my woman’s power suit and into a black fighting robe. Then, I spend the next three hours in yoga, jujitsu, and sword practice of all things. I am given an hour to shower, groom, and dress for lunch.

I decide to wear a white lace blouse with long sleeves. I wear a pencil skirt and tan platform boots. Then, I grab my brown leather purse, put it out over my shoulder and I am out to my lunch “date.” The address reads, “401 N. Wabash.” I go down into the garage and get my cute little Mazda Mx-5, and I speed downtown. I find a parking garage. As I am walking out I walk the two blocks to 401 N. Wabash. I enter inside, give my name and am presented at a table. Sitting there is a nice young gentleman. He stands up when I arrive. He walks around the table and gets the chair for me and pushes it in after I sit. Then he walks around me and sits across from me.

I give him my winning sales-selling smile. He visibly gulps and clamors. “Hello, um. … Miss Gorman, right?” He asks. I nod my head, but say nothing. I wait for him to continue. After a moment or two he does. “My name is Joshua Kent. I am an associate lawyer for Corboy and Demetrio, a law firm downtown here.” I extend my hand and let him shake mine. He shakes it nervously and then takes my hand up to his mouth and gives it a gentle kiss. I give him my most brilliant smile again. “It is definitely my pleasure to meet you, Joshua.” He chats idly about everything going on at his Lawfirm. He doesn’t ask me about what I am supposed to be doing. I knew I wasn’t supposed to divulge anything. I drank my water while he drank wine and tried to relax.

He was pleasant enough as he drank three glasses of wine and ate a steak and had desert. I had settled for a light salad. When the meal was done, he led me outside and out to the parking garage. He had a company limo that had been issued on his behalf. We sat in the back while he drank another glass of wine. I scooted closer and closer to him as his inhibitions finally disappeared. Before his glass was down, he had his hands all over my arms and shoulders. He was cupping my breasts and kissing me along the neck.

I had pulled him on top of me with the power and strength that the cryx had seemed to give me. My hands caressed his arms, moving up and down, pulling him in tighter and tighter. My breasts and hips responded to his hands and my lips and face and neck responded to his lips and kisses. We kissed for endless time, but I was hungry – no my cryx was hungry. I slowly pushed his head down so that he might move down to my stomach, lift up my blouse and pull down my skirt.

He moaned as he smelled my sex and desire for him. He groaned as I reached between his legs and pulled his zipper down. He almost cried like a baby when I rubbed my hand back down along that zipper and gently squeezed his balls. He had lost his mind. He pushed his pants down and his large cock popped out for me. I took it with my fingers and petted it as if it were my favorite pet snake. I let him know how much I admired it. “Oh, Josh, baby, it is just so smooth, so long, and so hard.” Each time I go down to pet it, it got harder and harder. I could feel it drip.

I felt myself act through the cryx. I sent the thought, “Not, yet, boy.” And I could feel his cock take back its stream so ready to shoot. I used another thought through the cryx. “Down and suck me, boy.” Like a puppy, his tongue wagged out. Obediently he licked up one thigh and then the other. Then, he attacked my snatch as if it was a bowl of milk. Nice and slow and long were his licks. I squirmed and squealed and twisted above his twisting neck and head as he attacked me down there. He felt my dribbles. But I toyed with him as well. I sat down at one point on his head and pushed and grinding against his lips and teeth.

I forced him to pleasure me for what was forever. I could feel his mind scream. I could feel the pressure building inside of his cock through my cryx. He wanted to beg and plead. And finally, I thought through the cryx and commanded him to stand before my opening with his cock out front. I reached around his ass with my hands and I pulled him into me. I wiggled my hips as he worked his way inside of me. I pushed in and spread my legs as he came in further and further. The rhythm was slow and methodical at first, but as time passed we grinded and worked against each other. I wrapped around him and worked him.

I could so feel his need to release, but I would not command it through the cryx – not yet. I frustrated him. I teased him. I yelled at him. “Give it to me, boy. You have to be really good and really pleasure me before I will let you release.” He grunted, cried, and moaned. And finally when I was ready I sent that message through the cryx. He cried out so loud – well so did I. He slammed into me, and I slammed into him. He fucked and fucked me and I nearly drained him dry.

I think he amazed himself at his staying power as he came into my pussy. He was rocked as he felt wave upon wave of my orgasm rock against his cock and shake along his legs. But when he was finished, I released him. I did not feel it was my place to drain him completely. As he lay next to me, he closed his eyes and relaxed. He was very content. I turned to him and spoke softly into his ear. “Hush, dear Josh. Forget, enjoy, and sleep for a bit. Dream of me, but otherwise forget me.”

When he head fell asleep against me, I slowly pushed him down on the seat of the limo. I carefully dressed myself in the crammed quarters the best I could. I fixed my hair and lips stick. When I was ready, I strutted out of the limousine. I walked past the limo driver who was a few cars away with a large smile on my face. I stalked like a satisfied lioness to my Mazda Mx-5. I got in and returned to Fashionable.

As I sat in my little office, I thought back on my sexual encounter with Joshua. I was thrilled by the newest development. I had used the cryx without words to make him do whatever I had wanted during sex. I had felt the compulsions I had placed on him. I knew the power that was there. I felt the power that wanted to explode out of me through it. It was wondrous, magical, and consuming. I wanted more. I wanted to try more. But some small voice deep inside told me to keep this to myself and not to experiment too much just yet.

James Winrox had a secret. Yes, he preached against men turning themselves into women, but secretly he wanted just that. You might have called him a hypocrite, but he felt it was part of his dual nature as a Christian. Now, he shivered in his slinky pink jumpsuit that really were just pink pajamas. He wasn't even angry at his government as he took in his surroundings. He was afraid that he was going to enjoy this, even now he was getting hard in the regulation pink panties they had put him in.

And so, James stood before the new warden of his prison. "Good morning, Jamie. The United States of America has invested a lot of money so that you might better understand and appreciate the struggles of the LGBT community. After we took a look at your file, you were selected for our Gender program. In the next couple of months, we will be working on your weight, your hair, your nails, and we will teach you how to care for your body. By the end of the program we will present you as a female. Do you have any questions, Jamie?" James Winrox was a very bold man in his pulpit, but he wasn't feeling so bold. "No," is all he could squeak. He was struggling with the inner turmoil of one who had secretly wanted this very thing all along.

James was instructed to change into a pink sports bra and tight latex leggings and offered pink running shoes. Jamie first sat down for a breakfast of an egg with bacon and toast. It was kept simple to start. Jamie drank a small glass of grape juice with the meal. While she ate, music about love and sex was piped into the room.

Then, Jamie - as he had been called - started his day with yoga, then he moved to abs, and then he moved to aerobics. Two hours later his jailor or trainer offered him a nutbar as a power snack. Jamie squeaked, "I don't like to eat that stuff." Her jailor said, "Are you allergic?" Jamie shook his head no, then the jailor said, "Well, this is what you get until lunch, and hopefully you will like that. This isn't a buffet - I am guessing James liked those." Jamie knew why his jailor was using the male for his name in the third person. Jamie was a little hungry and did swallow down the nutbar.

Then, Jamie was taken to a room with two pink high-heels. They fit on his feet perfectly. Two armed guards were close by in case he should think to use the heels as a weapon. But Jamie wanted to do this - secretly. Jamie stumbled back and forth around the room for nearly one-half an hour. Then, Jamie was sat at a table. Makeup was presented to him along with a mirror. Jamie covered his face with makeup and advice was given to him by his jailor.

Jamie did yoga for the last hour before lunch. Then lunch came. It was a Submarine six inch with Turkey, and it was loaded with onions, pickles and a strange sauce. Jamie was starving and ate the whole thing up in a hurry. Jamie then had a show about lesbians finding love to watch for the rest of her lunch hour. Then, Jamie went back to abs and aerobics. Jamie was again hungry when her ninety minutes of exercise were over. She ate another granola bar after this. Jamie also drank her regulated bottle of filtered water, then she was sent to a room, closely guarded. Then the jailor instructed Jamie to try on different outfits, put on make-up and march up and down in heels. Jamie was given instruction on style and what went well together.

Then, Jamie barely able to walk on two feet ate a piece of fruit and was back to the gym. It was another hour of yoga and abs. When Jamie was sore, hungry, and physically exhausted, she was marched into the room where she watched two men finding love while she ate food. She tried not to look at it. It was Chinese noodles with a pork stir fry. He drank a glass of milk. He tried hard, but was compelled to watch the television as the one more masculine man took charge sexually of the more feminine man. He was given some down time as he went from this movie to another one that had a woman who jumped from partner to partner, never satisfied.

Jamie had another hour of yoga and a snack and then he was marched back to his five by five pink cell, wearing his pink jumpsuit. He was physically and mentally exhausted. He had told himself early on he would meditate on his Bible and try to talk to God in prayer after all of this, but he was just too tired. His eyes closed and he was fast asleep. While Jamie slept quiet psychadelic music was softly piped into his room. Intermittently, there were suggestive thoughts pushed into his head while he slept.