I must apologize for the month and more of delay on this. There was a unique alchemy of me running out of steam (I wasn’t feeling the love scene, I hope it came through hot enough), being busy looking for a new job as my contract is up at the end of the year (anyone in Calgary hiring for IT or writing?) and a serious hospitalization in the family. I should be back on track soon! Thanks for sticking with me!
To tell the truth, I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t work when Diana and I worked out the plan. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I totally wanted Shawna to get to be Shawn again, partly because she was just so fucked up about the whole experience. Also, partly because I wanted a piece of that.
I’d often considered just jumping Shawn myself, back in the day, but I only knew him as “that hot guy at the gym” and he was pretty focused when he was working out, so the chance never came. But now that he’d been Shawna, and we’d become girlfriends, things were different. Even if I hadn’t lezzed out with her and later made her my pet for a night, things woulda been different. And I was looking forward to hooking up with the new, improved Shawn Milner. Maybe even making a go at proper couples stuff.
But still, a large part of me wanted to just not-and-say-we-did on the whole thing. “Sorry, sweetie,” I’d say, “but we just couldn’t get your cure for you. That’s okay, though. I’ll take care of you.” Then I’d see if Chris was into threesomes.
But hell, I thought, I might do that regardless.
Diana had a wicked gleam in her eye as she chatted with her friend in Child Services. We’d taken the afternoon off to case out the trailer park, and learned quite a lot.
We’d learned, for instance, that there were at least five kids living there, none of whom appeared to be going to school. Somehow I doubted they were registered for homeschool; there’s a lot of regulations around that. Diana was detailing which of the gypsies’ trailers had kids in them, so her friend could check against census records and send inspectors as appropriate.
We’d also learned about a couple goats in the backyards, in as much as trailers have backyards. I’d made the call to animal control myself, after a quick lookup of the city’s bylaws regarding livestock. The woman on the phone had assured me that authorities would be notified.
The next call we planned to make had to do with some suspicious plants growing behind the trailer where the old witch herself lived. She had quite the garden back there, although I’d had to scale a ten-foot fence just to get close enough to see it clearly without being spotted. I had no doubt that most of the plants were perfectly legal, but still, good neighbors always report what might be marijuana when they see it. That was the next call after reporting the truant kids.
In the book – okay, in the movie – the guy had fired guns at the gypsies’ homes and beaten up one of their wives or something. We didn’t have access to any guns, but we suspected that the ability of an average citizen to ruin someone’s year had expanded quite a bit since the 80s and 90s.
The third call turned out to be real paydirt. The operator at the police station took down all the info we gave, including some fake names, and then ended the call quickly. At first I’d thought she’d just wanted to get rid of us, but then three police cruisers pulled onto the street and headed for the trailer park.
From our vantage down the block, we couldn’t see much, so Diana suggested we take a walk. Once we were across the street from the action, we leaned against a fence and pretended to be ordinary passers-by. We weren’t the only ones for very long, either.
There must have already been a watch or an APB or something on the place, because the cops were going in and out of trailers, totally ignoring the angry shouting of the occupants. An evidence van pulled in, too, and a tech started taking what looked like entire uprooted plants in plastic bags from the old woman’s garden.
“Dang,” I said quietly, “that sucks. Sure would be a shame if those officers were to damage some of that property while acting on what I assume is an anonymous tip from a conscientious citizen.”
Diana smirked and elbowed me in the ribs. “Shut up, you,” she replied. “Someone might get the wrong idea.”
“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?”
The police were in and out of the place well into the evening. Diana updated her friend in Child Services, who promised that such a big red flag would probably get someone out first thing to investigate the kids’ well-being. Because really, it’s all about the children.
She was wrapping that call up with some banter about the weather and a promise to get together soon when my own phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked it.
Shawna, had sent me a pretty dire message: “HELP! Tommy blackmailing me. Told Chris the truth. He left.“ It was followed by a series of very sad and desperate-looking emoticons, because apparently she was getting the hang of being a girl.
I poked Diana and flashed her the text, then pressed the button to dial. Shawna answered on the first ring.
“Katlyn?”
“Tell me everything.”
There was a sniffle before she started talking; it sounded like she’d been trying really hard not to cry. She could be such a little trooper, but I made a note to teach her that girls are allowed to bawl when we need to. After her nose was sufficiently clear, Shawna launched into her explanation.
“I went out with Chris tonight, and we had dinner and a movie and had a bunch of sexytime in the middle of both, and then I was in the bathroom cleaning up and Tommy showed up and he knows all about Chris because he’s been stalking me or something because he’s obsessed with me, and he said he’d tell everyone about who I really am if I won’t be with him and completely ruin my life so then when Chris took me home I told him the truth about who I am and he just shut down and drove away and left me on the curb and he’s never left me on the curb before! I think he thinks I’m a lying tranny or a mental case and hates me now for lying to him, and I can’t-”
“Shawna,” I said softly.
“-figure out what to do, and now it’s like I can’t breathe right, and-”
“Shawna!”
She shut up at that, so I continued.
“Listen carefully. I’m putting your collar on right now, understand? I want to talk to my little Firecracker.”
“But I-”
“Understand?”
There was a pause, then a much smaller and calmer voice replied, “Yes, Miss.”
I didn’t like pulling my trump card like that, but I knew what a mental breakdown sounded like, and Shawna had been edging toward one since I met her. “Good girl,” I said. “Now, listen. I’m at the trailer park. The police are here.”
“What??”
“Don’t worry about it. They’re ripping up gardens and stuff. Tomorrow morning is the Child Services visit, and then later animal control will take their goats away.”
“Their goats? Kat, what did you-”
“Miss,” I corrected her. I was pretty sure the only thing keeping her calm was her imaginary “collar”, and she needed to be calm right now.
“Miss,” she said, pausing to take a breath. “What did you do over there? You know I was never really a lawyer, right?”
“Relax, pet, all we did was spy on them and then make a few calls. We can’t be blamed if those calls happened to turn up something illegal. Now, here’s what you’re doing to do. Are you listening?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Good. You’re gonna draw yourself a bath, and you’re gonna soak until you get all pruney. Then you’re gonna go to sleep, and wake up refreshed. Again, you need to be seen places that aren’t here, so make sure you go to work. Leave everything else to me for a while. Can you do that for me?”
“Alright.”
“Good. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I ended the call without waiting for a reply. She would only start second-guessing if I let her talk for longer.
“How’s he doing?” Diana asked after I pocketed my phone.
“She – she, Diana – is not doing great.” I sighed. “She’s in love, won’t admit it, and may have blown it.”
“He is a man and will be again when we’re done here.”
“We’ll see,” I replied. “I still think it could go either way.”
“You need to stop shipping real people.”
“Whatever. Are we done for the night? Oh look, there’s the old lady, she’s noticed us!” I grinned widely and waved at the old witch, who was standing across the street, leaning on a gnarled-looking cane and glaring at us.
“You’re gonna get us cursed, too. Come on, let’s get dinner.”
“Now, that’s a plan I can get behind.”
“Damn, he’s not answering.” I put my phone down and sucked on my empty soda. “Come on, Chris, turn your phone back on.”
“You may have to give up on that one, hun,” Diana told me, scooping the bill off the table. We’d gone to the first diner we’d come across and ordered some forgettable meals while I spammed the crap out of Chris’s cell. “They just weren’t meant to be together.”
“That’s what you said about us,” I pouted.
“And I was right. We’re way better friends than we ever were lovers.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Diana reached across the table and patted my hand. “Come on, hun, let’s get out of here.”
Diana’s door slammed open and we tumbled through it, a squirming mass of girlish giggling and sloppy high-school kisses. She broke off and turned to kick it shut, then grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in again, crushing my lips with her own.
“Mnph- whoa, hey, what happened to better-friends-than-lovers?” I asked her, giving her a playful shove.
Diana grinned at me like a cat over a paraplegic hamster. “Friends can have benefits,” she said huskily, pulling my shirt up.
I raised my arms, letting her strip the tee off my body. Her hands hooked into my bra and yanked that off at the same time.
“Ow!” I complained.
“Shush,” she scolded, grabbing my ass and pulling me in to kiss me again. “I know you like a little pain.”
“Mmh… yeah… but usually I’m giving it.”
“Usually,” she growled, “we don’t spend half the day trolling gypsies for our magical tranny friend whose sexiness aura has had me unable to focus all goddamn week.”
“Good point.” I grabbed her hands and pushed them onto my chest, showing her just where to dig her nails in. As if she didn’t already know.
Diana pushed me back into the wall, hard enough to make a satisfying thud but not enough to do any real damage. It was easy to forget just how good she was with her hands, but she made a point of reminding me. Hands, lips, even teeth, I remembered as she bit and tugged at my earlobe.
She pushed me down, keeping me pinned to slide against the wall until I was kneeling in front of her, then grabbed my head and pulled me in. The crotch of her dark grey slacks was hot and smelled faintly of sex.
I hurried to unzip her pants, pulling them along with her panties down and off her hips. I had about two seconds to appreciate the smooth, toned flesh of her thighs and the beauty of her pussy and the little patch of dark hair above it before her hands slid around behind my head, pulling me in. I went to work as best I could, licking and sucking while Diana held me in place, grinding against my mouth.
Diana moaned in pleasure, letting up on the pressure a little so I could breathe. I pushed her pants the rest of the way down, teasing the back of her legs with my nails while she stepped out of shoes and pants alike and opened her legs further.
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” I asked, moving a hand up to rub firmly at her sex. She didn’t answer, but I could tell from the way she shivered as my fingers slid inside of her that I was right. She squeezed almost hard enough to hurt my hand as I leaned in and sucked on the little nub of flesh that I knew would drive her wild.
Diana liked to think that she was in control at times like these, but it was really an illusion. Her moans echoed through her empty house while I played her like a harp, sucking and licking and pumping my fingers deeper into her.
It took no time at all before her hips bucked and her voice caught. I recognized the signs of her climax and kept going, carrying her right through it and out the other side until her throat released a sudden groan of pleasure.
I stood to kiss her again as her body started to settle. “Feel a little better?” I asked.
“A little,” she replied, “but you’re not getting off that easy. Bedroom, now.”
I went, giving her a show of swaying my ass as I walked. I was pretty sure I knew what to expect when I got there.
I put my clothing in a little pile in the corner and waited by the bed. I didn’t have to wait long.
Diana walked in nude a minute later, looking like an angry Sex Goddess. Well, not completely nude. Below her firm breasts and muscular stomach rose a fleshy-looking dildo, attached to a leather harness. I could tell from the way she walked that there was another part of the device inside its wearer as well.
Diana stroked her “cock”, smearing a clear oil down its length. “Bend over,” she commanded.
“Yes ma’am.” I gave her a sarcastic smirk, knowing it would push her buttons, and turned around to put my hands on the bed.
She moved behind me and I felt the tip of her tool begin to spread me open. Her hands moved to my hips, holding me still.
I’d like to say that she slowly, smoothly eased it inside me. But of course that’s not what happened. She pushed it into me, sure, but did it fast enough that I could feel myself being stretched and pulled, and had to focus on relaxing to avoid it hurting.
Diana’s hips pressed up against my ass hard, wedging the last inch into me and grinding against what I was pretty sure was the inside of my cervix. “Fuck,” I said with a groan, “this must be what a corn dog feels like.”
“Shush,” she said, running her hands up my sides and letting herself slip back a merciful half inch. “I already know you love this.”
She had me there. I hadn’t felt so perfectly full since I’d dated that linebacker. I wondered for a moment if she’d bought this new toy with me in mind. Then she pulled back and thrust her hips, and I stopped wondering anything at all.
Again and again she thrust into me, slapping my ass with her hips; again and again my body bounced off of her and a moan was forced from me. I could hear her moaning too, or grunting, or both. Her grip on my hips was soft iron, pulling me back to meet her.
”Fuck… fuck!” I cried out, digging my nails into the bed and squirming. I could feel my feet sliding out from under me, so I let myself drop, landing on the bed with my legs hanging limply while Diana relentlessly fucked me.
Diana’s own voice was escalating. The impacts of her hips on my ass were grinding whatever part of the toy was inside her, and it was starting to get to her as much as her treatment was starting to get to me.
The world started to fade out around me; all that mattered was the bed beneath me, the hands pinning me, and the cocklike tool inside me. For a little while, I became a toy myself, existing only to receive and provide pleasure. I moaned louder, feeling the pressure build inside me.
Diana’s rhythm broke up and she started holding inside me after each thrust, grinding deep. I could tell from the way she moved that she was in the middle of a powerful climax. I followed her soon after, crying out and pressing back, gripping her toy inside me and shaking.
Her weight settled on top of me soon after, panting along with me. “Mmm, I think we both needed that,” she said, kissing my earlobe. “Now where were we?”
“Uh… helping our friend,” I replied breathlessly. “Although I’m tempted to ask them to give you a real dick instead.”
“A girl can dream,” Diana said, pulling carefully out of me. I flinched and moaned softly, still sensitive from the rough treatment, then turned over to lay on my back, watching her unstrap the device and ease out an inner phallus that was quite a bit bigger than I’d expected it to me.
“I guess we’ll just share Shawna’s when she gets it back.”
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“Nope. Why, think he’ll mind?”
“Good point.”
END PART TWELVE
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