Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 00:18:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marcia Fredricks <marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natalie's Business Chapter 3 - The Agreement

	I woke the smell of coffee and wandered into the kitchen in my
lingerie. I was so in love with my heels that I had put them on as well. I
saw Natalie standing behind the counter at the stove and was surprised. I
had only seen Natalie in sexy clothes and I assumed that was all she
wore. This morning Natalie was dressed in a conservative powder blue
suit. Wrapped around her was a lacy pink apron that tied at the waist. She
wore very little make-up but her beauty was evident anyway. Her lips
glistened moist and deep red. Her hair shone in the light that streamed
into the pleasant room. She was the picture of domesticity as she scrambled
eggs.

"Well, it is Monday," I thought. "Start of the work week."

	The idea depressed me. I didn't want to leave Natalie. I dreaded
returning to my apartment where I had nothing waiting for me. No Natalie,
no sex, and no lovely clothes.

	"Sit your pretty ass down at the table," she instructed softly. "I
have a request."

	I sat and Natalie stepped around the counter to served me the eggs.

	"My god," I croaked when Natalie stepped out from behind the
counter.

	That cool conservative business look was a lie. The counter had
hidden the real Natalie from view. What I could see now, below the waist,
was the true Natalie - the sex loving, animal lust TV that I had so
hopelessly fallen for. She scraped eggs onto my plate and returned the pan
to the stovetop. I stood to keep her in sight, from the tips of her heels
to the top of her head. I couldn't get my fill of her, especially now that
she was sporting a thrilling dual look. From the waist up, Natalie exuded
the icy coolness of a professional woman in a business suit that covered
her completely. Below the waist her dress stretched tightly across her
perfect ass. The hem barely covered her upper thigh, showing the long
dimples that ran from knee to hip like a warm road. Pale beige stockings
covered her firm legs and blue high heel thigh high boots that matched the
dress revealed the ultimate truth. This was not an ordinary
businesswoman. This woman's sex was animal like. It wasn't simmering below
the surface repressed, kept down like so many women you see on the street
every day. Natalie's sex was visible and loud. It tore out of her and
jumped on you. It was clear that this being lived for sex and would just as
soon fuck you as shake hands. It thrilled me to look at her.

	"I'd like you to stay with me for a while," she asked as if I had
the power to refuse. "Just for as long as we're both enjoying ourselves."

	"I must be dreaming," I thought.

	"I love having another girl here living with me," she continued
though I already had been sold on the idea. "And I think you'd like it
too."

	I nodded.

	"I'm so glad. Is it alright if I keep coaching you on being a
girl?"

	Was she kidding?

	"Yes, I'd like that."

	"Wonderful," she chimed brightly. "This will be so much fun. I have
to go out again for a few hours. While I'm gone, you relax in the bath. I
want you to really soak. Moisturize your skin then put on some new
lingerie."

	She removed a medicine bottle from a drawer and handed me a tablet.

	"Take this vitamin. You're going to need supplements because you're
on a diet now. We're going to trim a few inches off your waist. I want you
in a size 6."

	After I had swallowed the pill, Natalie put a finger under my chin
and lifted my face to hers.

"Smile," she cooed. "You're won't believe how gorgeous I'm going to make
you."

	Each day for the next two weeks we followed the same
routine. Natalie left every morning for several hours and when she returned
she worked her magic. My diet was very strict. No more eggs for
breakfast. Black coffee and toast with jelly was all I was permitted. Lunch
was a piece of fruit or some raw veggies. For dinner I was allowed a piece
of broiled chicken or fish with steamed veggies. I took two pills each day
- my vitamin and an appetite suppressant. Surprisingly, I wasn't hungry at
all during the day and in no time my waist did shrink. My skin softened and
my hip and breasts seemed fuller.

Natalie explained it by saying it was the change in diet and all the water
I was drinking. I suppose I wanted to believe her.  I liked the
changes. Even if I had known the truth, that Natalie was giving me female
hormones, I wouldn't have objected. I loved the time we spent together
perfecting my womanly ways. Every day after returning from her errands, she
taught me about fashion, make-up, hairstyles and walking and talking like a
woman. I eventually tried on every shoe and outfit in her closet. We even
went shopping at Bloomingdale's where she bought me lingerie of my own.

Every night we went to Mz. Frank's where we turned every head in the
place. I was developing into a stunning woman. Frank sat at our table most
nights. He bought us drinks and never let us pay for our meal. He kept
telling me how beautiful I was and complimenting Natalie on my
transformation. On Wednesday of the second week Frank mentioned how much he
was looking forward to the weekend. I looked to Natalie for some clue about
what he meant. She signaled me to pay it no mind. When we were home in bed
that night I asked Natalie what was going on that weekend.

	"Frank has a club. It's only open weekends. He's very anxious for
you to see it. He's quite smitten with you."

	"What kind of club?" I asked.

	"Bar, dancing. You know, a place where we girls can have some fun."

	Friday turned out to be a very special day. Natalie's errands took
longer than usual. She didn't return until five. I was a bit frantic by
then. I didn't know where she was and I wanted to look extra good for our
night out clubbing. I had been through the closet twice and still hadn't
decided on my outfit.

	When Natalie arrived she calmed me easily.

"We have plenty of time, your going to be beautiful," she promised. "You
know, I think we even have time for a quickie."

	When Natalie fucked, it was certainly no quickie. By the time I had
sucked her to the brink of orgasm, and then lost track of time bent over a
chair while Natalie pumped me full of cum, it was 9 PM.

	With her spunk still squishing in my ass, Natalie escorted me to
the closet. With no hesitation, she selected black crotch less panties,
bra, and garter, stockings and four-inch heels. The lingerie matched and
was so lacey it was nearly see-thru.

	"Put these on," she commanded.

	While I did, she considered two mini-dresses. By the time I was
wiggling my stockinged feet into my shoes, Natalie was holding the chosen
dress for me to step into. I shivered as it slipped on. The black stretch
material accentuated my new narrow waist and wider hips. Though my breasts
had begun to sprout, 36C breast-forms slipped into the bra gave me tits
that looked divine (ample but not overdone) in the vintage style backless
mini-dress. The demure high neckline edged in pearlized beads was a stark
contrast to the cut out back that showed skin all the way down to my ass
crack. Anyone could slide a hand between my cheeks as easily as reaching
into a trouser pocket. I looked buttoned up and lady-like from the front
but turned around I looked like open season for sex.

	Natalie, on the other hand, looked like pure sex from every
angle. Her aqua mini-dress barely covered her crotch and the plunging
neckline left the tops of her wonderful tits exposed. Her hard nipples
poked through the soft material. Her 36D tits strained to burst from their
confines and were putting tremendous pressure on four straps and a 1/2 inch
brass ring which was all that held Natalie in her dress. I knew that every
soul that saw Natalie that night would be praying for those straps or that
ring to fail. Topping of Natalie's outfit (yes I consider shoes a topper)
were leather four inch high heel sandals with wrap around straps and side
buckles. And finally, flaming red toenails glistened like beacons from a
lighthouse.

	Our fingernails were painted the same bright red but yellow
four-inch high heel stiletto pumps hid my ruby colored toenails. We were
certainly dressed to kill. We looked at ourselves, side by side, in the
mirror. The urge was to slap high-fives. But ladies that we were, we
resisted. Instead we hugged and kissed as passionately as I had ever
experienced before. Our tongues and lipstick melted between us. It's a good
thing that Natalie broke the moment or we would have been undressed again
in minutes.

	"We are going to burn this town down," Natalie promised. "After
tonight, there won't be one hard dick left in Manhattan."

	The mesmerized cabbie couldn't keep from ogling us in the
mirror. He almost collided with three cars and a bus on our trip
downtown. At the club, Silky's, he overshot the curb. The line of people
waiting to enter scattered as the cab screeched to a stop with both front
tires on the sidewalk. Natalie and I had a very short walk to the
entrance. The people on line protested when Natalie and I were whisked
right into the club and though there was a cover being charged to everyone
else, we breezed in without paying.

	We passed through a dark foyer and into a loud boisterous
scene. The space was long with a bar on the right that ran the length of
the room. On the left was a raised platform with tables and high-backed
booths. Two steps that led to the platform began about six feet from the
bar. The floor space between the bar and steps was packed with
bodies. Natalie led me into the crush and we slowly made our way toward the
far end of the room. Along the way I was groped, grabbed, and pinched by
men and women. After 20 minutes, we had negotiated the 60 feet to the end
of the bar. Opposite us, on the other side of the bar, Frank was perched on
a ladder looking out over the action. When he spotted us, he climbed down
and whispered to two men sitting on stools between us at the bar. One look
at Natalie and me and the men's jaws dropped. They practically fell off the
stools trying to offer the seats to us.

	"Can we buy you ladies a drink?" asked the taller of the two.

	Natalie slipped onto the stool and responded in her sweetest tone.

"Thank you, that's very sweet." She turned to Frank, "two glasses of
Champagne."

	The tall man did not blink. I climbed onto my stool and the tall
man introduced himself as Gilbert. His friend was Ray. Frank was back
quickly with two glasses of Champagne.

	"Thirty," he said to Gilbert.

	I thought I saw Gilbert scowl but he paid and did his best to
continue smiling at me. As I lifted my glass, Natalie whispered in my ear.

	"Don't say anything about the drink."

	I must have looked puzzled because Natalie gave me a stern
look. When I sipped from the glass, I understood. It was ginger ale.

	"This is marvelous," I exclaimed.

	Natalie and I giggled like sisters who just put a joke over on
their brother. Frank grinned from ear to ear.

	Natalie and I drank two more glasses of "Champagne" each while
Gilbert and Ray tried to dazzle us with conversation. Natalie had these two
on a hook and played them unmercifully. She looked past them, she
interrupted to greet passers-by or to whisper in my ear. When I whispered
back, she would laugh out loud.  She made it clear that Gilbert and Ray
bored her. They could by us drinks at $30 a pop but as soon as something
better came along we were gone. She let everyone in Silky's know that we
were not tied to Gilbert and Ray. We were available.

	Soon, Natalie announced that she wanted to dance. She thanked
Gilbert and Ray for the drinks and said maybe we'd see them later. The
boy's faces drooped but Natalie and I left them standing there as we
wandered deeper into the club.

	Natalie moved through the club like a snake. She slithered and
rubbed past bodies. When she was touched, she smiled. When she was groped,
she laughed. Her piercing eyes promised joy to everyone she passed and soon
there was a parade of men following after us.

	We descended a staircase and came into a large square room that
pulsed with music and writhed with dancers. Natalie took my hand and led me
into the center of the floor. She draped her hands on my shoulders and told
me to put my hands on her hips. She closed her eyes and began a suggestive
dance. She gripped me closer and wrapped her arms around me. She ground her
body against me. My well-concealed cock twitched and we ground crotch to
crotch. I felt every eye on us.

	"Close your eyes," Natalie said. 'Think about fucking."

	I relaxed and let Natalie lead. We swayed. We kissed. I sucked her
tits. I knew we were turning on the crowd and that made me more excited. I
imagined that Natalie and I were making love standing up in the middle of
the room. I dripped with anticipation. I wanted Natalie's cock inside me
but I knew it wasn't time yet. It was early and Natalie would tell me when.

	I don't know how much time passed. I was lost - absorbed in my
fantasy, but soon Natalie relaxed her hold on me. I open my eyes and saw
two men standing beside us. Natalie released me and was taken into the arms
of one of them. She smiled at me as he spun her away into the crowd. Before
I knew what was happening, the second man embraced me and began dancing me
around the floor. He was strong and held me tight. It wasn't like dancing
with Natalie. He was powerful almost brutish. His hold on me was
certain. Instinctively I fought but I don't think he was even aware of my
puny struggle. Soon I gave up and accepted the situation. Natalie was gone
and I was dancing in the arms of a man. A man who was big and strong and
very attractive. I began to feel safe and protected. I knew nothing bad
would ever happen with him protection me.

	Our bodies were pressed tightly together. My head rested on his
shoulder and his cheek was warm against mine.

	"You're a beautiful vision," he whispered.

	I didn't answer but my heart raced. He introduced himself as
Ben. He and his friend Steve had driven over from Jersey. He said that
dancing with me was like a dream. Ben sure knew what to say to a girl. I
was in a haze while we danced through several songs. When I looked up I
spotted Natalie and Steve at the edge of the dance floor. Steve was
reaching into his pocket. He removed a wad of cash, counted out several
bills and handed them over to Natalie. She stuffed them into her purse,
waved to me and then walked over with Steve trailing her.

	"The boys want to buy us some drinks," she told me. "Let's go back
upstairs."

	I followed her. Ben and Steve followed me. I imagined them watching
my ass as I climbed the steps. Upstairs, Natalie signaled Frank who sent a
bouncer to clear a table for us. The bouncer dropped a reserved sign on the
table and told the people there they had to move. They left and we slid
into the privacy of the booth. When the waitress came, we naturally ordered
champagne. Ben happily paid for the high priced drinks.

	We chatted happily and drank several rounds of "champagne". Soon
Natalie and Steve were kissing. In short time Steve's hand was massaging
Natalie's tits and she was panting. Ben and I watched eagerly. I was turned
on but was hesitant. I wasn't sure I was ready to kiss a man. True, Natalie
did have a cock but she was also a beautiful woman - it was
different. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I looked Ben in the eye
and asked him to kiss me. That was all the incentive he needed. In an
instant his tongue was down my throat and he was pulling my body against
his.

	I discovered that kissing a real man, a large and powerful man was
a very big turn on. My cock was hard and I wanted Ben as much as I wanted
Natalie. I was filled with lust and I didn't care who filled my need. Ben's
hand worked up my leg and under my dress. My natural instinct was to brush
it away before it reached my cock.

	"It's alright. I want to hold your cock," Ben whispered.

	I almost came right then. I spread my legs and Ben slid his hand
under my panties until my cock was throbbing in his grip. I moaned
loudly. Meanwhile, his other hand reached behind me and slid down my
exposed back to my ass. His strong fingers pressed between my cheeks and
were just reaching my hole when Natalie announced that things were getting
out of hand for inside the club. We all agreed to move out to the boy's car
where we could continue uninterrupted.

	I had a hard time returning myself to a state where I could stand
and walk. When I did compose myself, Natalie told me to come with her to
the ladies room and the boys to meet us outside. Inside the toilet Natalie
said that Ben wanted to fuck me.

	"I'm ready," I told her.

	She removed a tube of KY from her purse and worked some into my ass
and then did the same for herself.

	"You're not the only one who's turning on the men tonight," she
boasted.

	We laughed together and then walked out to meet our men. The
outside air felt cool and refreshing. It wasn't until it had cleared my
head that I realized how quickly the night's events were moving.

	"What am I doing?" I wondered to myself.

In two weeks I've gone from picking up women in bars, to being picked up by
men. But my body was on fire and my breath was short. My cock throbbed and
my ass was wet with lube. Natalie had taken my arm and held me close as we
scurried across the pavement with our heels clicking loudly and somehow
reassuringly. The sound reminded me that from all outward appearance I was
a woman and as I walked I realized that I also felt like a woman. The male
in me was receding and by the time I reached the car it was gone.

	Ben opened the rear door and motioned me in. I slid into the seat
Ben and followed. Steve seated himself in front and Natalie climbed onto
his lap. They were kissing hungrily before the doors were closed. When Ben
and I kissed, our tongues explored every inch of each other's mouths and I
gave into my desire totally. I reached for his belt and struggled to open
his fly. Ben eagerly pulled his cock from his pants. It was much larger
than Natalie's. I was frightened but I had made up my mind to satisfy
him. I lowered my open mouth over his cock. I didn't stop until it tickled
the back of my throat. I controlled the urge to gag and slowly lifted my
head allowing his cock to slide in and out of my steamy wet mouth.

	Ben's moans and deep sighs told me I was doing well. His hand slid
down my back as it had in the club. He moved slowly, teasing me. I sucked
harder. His hand moved under my dress and then under my panties. His long
fingers reached for my most private spot and I longed for them inside
me. When his finger reached my wet ass it slid in easily. My moan of
pleasure was so loud it interrupted Natalie and Steve.

	"Look at them," I heard Natalie say. "I don't know which one is
hornier."

	"I think she is," answered Steve.

	Natalie called my name. I looked up but kept Ben's stiff cock deep
in my mouth.

	"I want you to fuck him now," she told me.

	I was enjoying Ben's taste and he was moaning oblivious to the
conversation. He was obviously enjoying the blowjob and I wanted him to cum
in my mouth so I continued sucking.

	Natalie's voice was stern, "Put his cock in your ass now Marcia!"

	I had to obey. I let Ben's cock slip out of my mouth. He almost
cried in despair. I sat up and straddled him. With my back toward Ben and
facing Natalie, I slowly lowered myself onto Ben's firm cock. My hole
widened as his meat filled me. Natalie and I peered deeply into each
other's eyes. She smiled sweetly at me. I held my breath, letting out small
puffs of air as I impaled myself an inch at a time. It was an exquisite
feeling. Ben's cock was so warm. The skin was soft but underneath it was
rock hard. The feeling of being filled was calming and exciting at the same
time. When I felt my ass cheeks touch his thighs I finally inhaled
deeply. The act of breathing tightened every muscle in my body. Naturally
my ass squeezed Ben's cock and he grew even larger. I was in heaven. I
ground my ass down against him forcing every last inch of his manhood into
me as deep as it could go. I sat still and reveled in the feeling.

	When Ben's cock twitched, it sent a shiver through my entire body
and reignited a powerful desire. I pressed my high heels to the floor and
tightened my legs. I lifted up slightly and let Ben's cock slide a fraction
of an inch. I lowered myself and it filled me again. I worked his cock in
and out of my ass in tiny increments that way until I was driving us both
crazy. Soon I was raising myself higher to allowing his cock slid further
out of me but I was careful to always have it return deep into me.

	"Ohhhh, your cock is soooo big," I gasped breathlessly.

	I was rising and falling more quickly now, picking up the pace. Ben
was breathing hard.

	"Fuck me," I demanded. "Fuck me with your big cock."

	It was Natalie who answered, "Kiss me Marcia."

	At that moment I realized that Natalie was straddling Steve,
impaled on his cock but facing me. Her tits were in his face and she was
leaning toward me for a kiss. Our lips met and we rode their two cocks up
and down in unison.  Our tongues played together as the boys moans grew
increasingly louder as they approached their orgasms. When Ben came, I felt
his whole body shudder as he emptied a huge load of cum into my ass but the
tender loving feeling I felt was toward Natalie whose smell and taste
filled my senses. Soon I heard Steve cum and Natalie bucked and whimpered
while cum pumped into her. When all was calm again, Natalie opened her eyes
wide and stared straight into my soul.

	"I love you Marcia."

	It was like a vow and I knew that Natalie and I were now connected
in a way that could never be undone.

	The aroma of sex was baked into the car by the steamy sweaty heat
flowing off our bodies. Ben's softening cock was still inside me. He and
Steve were both gasping for breath trying to recover their senses. I was
disoriented. Only Natalie was alert and ready to move on to whatever was
next.

	"That was nice," she told Steve. "But Marcia and I have to go now."

	She climbed off Steve. I took the cue but cried a little as Ben's
cock plopped out of me.

	"Here's my number," Natalie said as she dropped a business card on
the dashboard.

	Soon we were out on the street and adjusting our clothes as we
headed back to the club. The party was still going strong and we made our
way back to the bar near Frank. He smiled at me knowingly.

	"How are you feeling?" he asked.

	I leaned across the bar and kissed him on the lips. He opened his
mouth as I slipped in my tongue.

	"I feel wonderful."

	"Champagne?" a voice from behind me asked.

	It was Gilbert along with Ray. We spent the rest of the night with
them. They were very attentive and also very generous. They kept glasses of
Champagne in front of Natalie and I until Silky's closed down. And their
persistence was rewarded. Before the night was over, I gave Ray a blowjob
in one of the booths and Gilbert fucked me in the men's room.


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