Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2005 04:45:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha Steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: Great TG Detective Stories by Sasha Steele

Hard Surveillance
by Sasha Steele

    It was an ordinary surveillance job. Nothing
special. One month watching the comings and goings of
the target property in question. Dick set up in a run
down apartment across a field that separated uptown
from oldtown. The sophisticated electronics did the
job, really. Once everything was set up it took
nothing to check the recordings and make sure
everything was running okay.

    The money was great. The down fall was that it was
out of town. Dick took the job thinking he could
compensate the boredom by catching up on paper work.
But the boredom won out. It always does. So he started
going out to a local tavern in oldtown.

    Roxy, the broad across the hall from where Dick
was set up, was a regular at the tavern. She was
pretty enough - long blond hair in that kink-curl set
that guys find so attractive, her face was pretty, her
body sexy though a bit chubby like she hadn't lost all
her innocent baby fat yet. But Roxy's face wasn't
innocent. It was made up like a hard-line hooker, sexy
and sinful. And there was something else about Roxy.

    At first it was just hello neighbor when they
bumped into each other in the piss smelling hallway at
the apartment. Then - how's the weather. Casual, but
it didn't take long for Dick to figure out that Roxy
wasn't what she pretended to be. She was not at all
what she pretended to be, although it didn't seem to
bother her if other people knew.

    Roxy was really a guy in full time drag, a tranny
living as woman. But dressed up, she was so damn
convincing that he could never bring himself to think
of her that way. Every time that Dick had seen Roxy,
in the hallway of the apartment or at the tavern, she
was was dressed sexily in nylons and heels and a short
sexy dress. But one time, in the laundromat at the
apartment, Dick saw Roxy for what she was.

    Roxy was down there doing her laundry. She wore
little makeup. She had her hair pulled back and wore a
loose fitting wool sweater that hung from the bumps of
her little tities to her crotch. Nothing unusual
there.

    But on her lower body, Roxy's legs were clad in
off-white colored tights that fit her like a glove.
Roxy had nice shaped legs for guy; heavy enough in the
upper thigh to lend them a feminine appeal. Her calves
were shapely in the black high heel shoes she had on.
Roxy always wore really high, five inch, heels. Maybe
because otherwise she'd be such a shrimp, or maybe
just because they made her legs look so damn sexy.

    Her ass, too, was something - big, round and
shapely. The tail of her sweater sat on the top of it
like it was on a shelf leaving the bottom part of her
sexy ass not covered. The seat of her tights were
jammed up there deep in the crack between her ass
cheeks. Nothing here either to suggest that Roxy was
anything but a sexy dame instead of a guy wanna-be
dame. Till she turned around.

    The hem of Roxy's sweater angled down from her big
ass and hung loose in front barely covering her crotch
area. Between her shapely thighs, housed in the pouch
of her tights, was a cock, and not just a little cock
either. It was big. Dick could make out a few of the
finer details of the cock bulging in Roxy's tights. He
had an eye for details.

    The crescent bulge looked to measure over six
inches in its flaccid state. Some cocks rise two to
three times their flaccid length with an erection.
Some hardly elongate at all. Roxy's cock was thick as
well as long, and Dick could see the circular ridge of
its cock head through her tights.

    Dick was doing his laundry when Roxy came in. "Hey
there," she said in a deep sexy voice.

    "Hey," Dick said, turning to watch Roxy go by
carrying a laundry basket full of panties and bras,
and chic clothes.

     Roxy saw in the mirror that Dick had turned to
look at her ass, so she gave it an extra wiggle as she
walked over to the washing machine, and did a deeper
bend as she put her basket down to make sure he saw
all of it. She liked this mysterious guy that nobody
new anything about. Who she had chatted up whenever
she could and still knew nothing. Dick, his name, in
town for short time for who knows what, then gone who
knows where.

    In this dump of a laundry mat on the bottom floor
and right off the street you have to guard your wash
or someone will swipe it. Dick had finished and was
putting his dried clothes in a bag when Roxy walked
in. She had chatted him up and come up with no more
about him than she already knew - he was hot, good
looking, rugged, tough, and he hadn't bitten on any of
Roxy's obvious advances. But still Dick hadn't put her
down. So maybe...

    "See you, man," Roxy said when Dick picked up his
gear to leave.

    "Ya, see you, Roxy," he said and left.

    Dick was half way up the steps when he heard them
come in from the street. He had been staying less than
two weeks at this rundown apartment house that backed
on uptown but faced oldtown where things were
different from the real world, where people played by
their own set of rules. But he'd heard about the a
gang of local toughs who made it a sport to harass the
trannies who lived in the apartment.

    "Well, well, well. Lookie what we got here boys."
There were four of them. Their numbers and knives made
them tough, but really they were just a bunch of
chicken shit pussies.

    "Stay the fuck away from me assholes," Roxy
scowled. She was probably tougher than any of them.
They were cautious, circling like animals, wary of the
long nails and sharp rings on her fingers, and sharp
stilettos heels - good weapons those things were.

    "You wanna be a girl, bitch. I'll make you a
fucking girl." The lead tough drew his knife spinning
it open and into his grip. They all had knives.

    Roxy backed into the corner. She had heard some of
the other girls talk about these hoodlum gay bashers
but never personally encountered them before. She was
scared shitless. She looked at the door to the hallway
through which Dick had just left. It locks. If she
could get to it. Or maybe if she screamed he would
hear her and come back.

    "You assholes got one chance to fuck off out of
here," Dick said. He had come back and stepped into
the laundry room from the hallway.

    They backed off. Like I said, they were cowards.
But still, numbers and knives, dope and booze builds
confidence. "If it ain't the queer boyfriend," one of
them said, "get him." Taking even less chance with a
tough looking guy they swarmed Dick. But Dick was more
than just tough looking.

    Big mouth went down with a kick that shattered his
left nut. He'd roll around on the ground crying for a
bit then crawl out. The next guy had his knife coming
down for Dick's neck. Dick caught his arm, side
stepped and stomped down hard breaking his lower leg.
Another cry and crawl job.

   The other two, who were smarter or maybe just more
chicken shit, beat a hasty retreat to the street. Dick
kicked the wounded weaklings out the door. He lifted
his jacket aside. They saw a gun, a big gun. "Bring
lots of friends," Dick told the whimpering assholes.
"I feel a real need to kill somebody." They believed
him.

    Roxy was still shaking. "Are you alright?" Dick
asked.

    She wanted him to hold her, to comfort her. Hell,
she wanted to fuck him. "Ya," was all she managed to
squeak out.

    Dick felt sorry for her. So she wasn't really a
girl. So what. Roxy had the right to be anything thing
she wanted to be and had the right to be left alone.
Dick looked into her eyes - those beautiful green
eyes. He took Roxy by the arms. She melted into his
strong embrace and before he knew what was happening
they were kissing.

    Her lips were soft and sensuous. Dick had never
kissed a man before. But then Roxy wasn't really a
man. Was she? She was a beautiful doll with a cock, a
big cock. And it was growing bigger. Dick broke off
the kiss. "I can't do this," he said.

    "Please," Roxy said. She was breathing hard,
pressed herself into him. She was getting hard down
there too. "I want you."

    Dick pried the hot tranny off of him. "No, Roxy,"
he said.

    "I'm sorry," she said, backing away. Roxy looked a
bit sheepish having tried to push things with Dick.
She tugged at the front hem of her sweater trying to
hide her growing erection.

    "Better do your wash another time," he said, "in
case they decide to come back." Dick didn't think they
would. But you never know. "I'll help you pick up."

    In the scuffle Roxy's wash basket had got turned
over leaving her dirty panties, bras and girly things
scattered on the floor. Dick picked up a pare of
pretty pink panties. They were soiled front and back.
Roxy saw him looking at them and she blushed.

end of part one