Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Bobby to Bobbie
Part: 03
Keywords: Scifi, transformation, genderswap, impregnation, first,
romance







   Bobby to Bobbie

   Part 03

   By Honey Moon









   When Bobbie awoke, she greeted the sunny day with a smile.  That was
really odd.  When Wendy had left her last night, she had climbed into bed
and sobbed herself to sleep!  She got up and went into the bathroom.  It
was a nice change of pace to have no struggle with `morning wood' as she
sat down on the toilet to relieve her bladder.  She finished up, washed her
face, and brushed her teeth.  After a moment's thought, she sighed.  "I may
as well use what ass-hole bought me!" With a slight smile on her lips,
Bobbie slipped into the emerald green bra and matching panties.  "I hope he
sees me like this!" she hissed, as she slipped into the snug fitting tee.
"I hope he fully realizes what happened last night will NEVER happen
again!" She shimmied her hips into the jeans.  "I hope he has to jerk off
all night long thinking about my stupid tits!"



   Once dressed, the young woman came to a realization of her own. 
"Dammit! I forgot to get a belt and a pair of shoes!" Her eyes opened wide.
"Oh yeah, I should have thought of it sooner!" Digging through her rather
untidy room, Bobbie located a specific box in her ever growing pile of
collectables.  "I hope it's in here!" She tore open the lid.  "Got ya!" She
yanked out the wide black leather belt, with its hugely oversized green and
white enamel "Green Lantern" symbol buckle.  She had never had the nerve to
wear it before, but now it should just do the trick!



   "Well, at least I don't have to cut the leather down." Thankfully, the
belt was just about perfectly suited to ride low on her rather wide hips.
She blushed.  "I guess I have what they call `baby birthing' hips now." She
looked in the mirror and grinned.  "Holy shit!  I'm one hot nerd girl! 
Alan will love this!" Her eyes flashed fire.  "Wait!  Why should I care if
Alan ever sees me again!  What a jerk!" She turned to storm downstairs, but
paused.  Most days she didn't care one way or another.  Today, she spent a
quite a few minutes carefully brushing her hair, making sure it would look
as nice as Wendy's always did.



   Alyssa looked up from her coffee, and nearly dropped the cup.  "Oh my!
Those are new clothes!  Honey, you look so cute!"



   Bobbie couldn't help grinning at her mother.  "Yours aren't new.  Isn't
that what you wore when you went out last night?"



   Wendy giggled as she poured Bobbie a cup of coffee.  "The cougar came
slinking back home at about nine o'clock this morning.  Ask her what
happened to her panties."



   "Do I really want to know?" Bobbie sat down and sipped the hot beverage.
"Okay mom, what happened to your panties?"



   If looks could kill, Wendy might have had something to worry about. 
"Somebody has a big mouth!" Alyssa sighed.  "Okay!  I couldn't find them! I
think we lost then somewhere in the park."



   "Personally, I think Richard stole them." Wendy joined them at the
table. "I bet he's sniffing them right now, dreaming about diving right
back into MILF snatch!"



   Bobbie was stuck on a key point.  "The park!  Holy crap!  You had sex in
the park?  What if someone caught you?"



   "Poor Bobbie!" Wendy patted the younger girl's hand.  "We've kept you
shielded from it for such a long time!" she grinned wickedly at their
embarrassed mother.  "Mom is an exhibitionist, as well as a cougar.  It's
only her pull as an ex-cop that keeps her from getting arrested.  How many
times have you been busted, mother dear?"



   "Oh please!  It was only once!" she blushed.  "I only go out to, uh,
play, after midnight, so no little children will see.  Besides Officer
Brown was very nice about it, and accepted my out of court plea bargain!"



   Wendy laughed.  "Is that what you call it now?" she turned to the
bemused and confused Bobbie.  "That, in case you didn't know, translates
into Mom gave a cop a blowjob in the back of a squad car, in order for him
to forget he ever saw a thing!"



   "Jeez, do you guys talk like this all the time?" Bobbie laughed.  "I
thought us guys were supposed to be the ones who talked trash!"



   There was a knock on the kitchen door.  Wendy went to open it.  "Why
hello, Alan.  Why don't you come in?"



   Bobbie looked up at the nervous redhead.  "What do you want, jerk?" she
snapped, before taking another sip of coffee.



   "Listen Bob.  Last night I, um, I said something really dumb." He rubbed
the back of his neck and shuffled his feet.  "You know I didn't mean it
like it sounded!  I'm always like that!  I, I talk without thinking!" He
pulled his hand from behind his back.  "Um, these were on sale.  I, I
bought them for my mom, but, uh, she didn't want them.  I lost the receipt,
so taking them back would be a big hassle.  You can have them, if you want.
I don't want to deal with any crazy chocolate makers!"



   Bobbie looked at the offered box and couldn't help smiling.  "Godiva
Chocolatier 36 piece Signature Chocolate Truffle Assortment?" she read. 
"Oh, Okay, I suppose I can save you the trouble and take them off of your
hands."



   Wendy looked at the clock and almost laughed.  Gift for his mother,
indeed!  The mall only opened for business at ten.  Alan must have waited
for the mall to open, and then broke several speed restrictions to get the
box here at ten twenty-five!  "Why don't you open the box, Bobbie?  I'm
sure we'd all like a piece."



   Her blue eyes flashed fire.  Bobbie forced herself to calm down.  "Okay,
I'll share, but I get to pick first!" Ignoring her mother's laughter,
Bobbie opened the box and picked up a confection.  She slowly bit into the
truffle and moaned softly.  "Alan, I haven't forgiven you for what you
said, but I just decided to pretend it never happened." She finished the
delightful treat with a contented sigh.  "No, I was kidding.  I guess I
forgive you."



   Wendy gave the relieved young man a `thumb's up', when her sibling was
distracted by another truffle.  "Chocolate will go right to your hips,
kiddo." She warned playfully.



   "Jeez!  I was only going to eat the two now!" She glanced at the clock
on the wall.  "Oh shoot!" Bolting from the table, she ran to the living
room and grabbed a blue blazer from the coat closet.  "I'm going to be
late! I promised Mr.  Murphy I would be in early today to help train the
new employees!  Alan, give me a ride to work!" It took her actually putting
the blazer on and trying to close it over her ample assets to realize the
predicament she was in.  "Oh Hell's teeth!  How am I going to go to work
like this?"



   "You'll just have to call out sick.  When you called, you sounded
perfectly normal.  Just do whatever you did with me last night, with him."



   Bobbie blushed.  "Not everything, you dork!" she hissed, as she went to
get her tablet.  When she returned, she left it in the living room and went
to get a chair.



   "Kiddo, what are you doing?" Wendy asked as Bobbie hopped up onto the
chair in front of the monitor wall.



   "I've got to block the cameras" she said as she tried to position the
clip chip so it wouldn't pop off this time.  "It'll take too long to
augment the video stream with a visual simulation of me as I'm supposed to
look!"



   Picking up the seldom used remote, Wendy laughed.  "Voice control has
everyone getting lazy." She hit a few keys and large blue letters lit up
the screen.



   "Default cameras offline.  Please select new video source?" Alan
couldn't help laughing as he read.  "Bob, don't take this the wrong way,
but I'm glad you didn't figure that out last night!"



   "Oh, shut the hell up!" Face red, Bobbie set up her tablet.  "Okay, I'm
ready, but what should I say?"



   Alyssa looked thoughtful.  "Tell him you've suddenly been offered last
minute plane tickets for an all expense paid trip to visit your uncle's
marijuana farm in Florida." She giggled.  "Everyone would understand a
young man wanting to help out during harvest time!"



   Bobbie sighed as she finished setting up her audio system.  "I guess
he'd go for that.  Mr.  Murphy always brags about the good old days when
smoking herb was illegal.  He'll probably ask me to bring him back some
samples."



   "I'll call your uncle Billy later and have him ship us some unprocessed
leaves."



   "Thanks, mom!" she made the call.  "Hello.  Mr.  Murphy.  This is Bob."



   "Mr.  Shay, I thought you agreed to come in early today.  The clock
tells me this isn't early!  How come you're not sending a video feed?"



   "Um, sorry boss!  The cameras are burned out.  The repair man is on the
way." She couldn't help a little grin.  "We, um, we're having a family
problem.  Remember when I told you about my Uncle Billy's farm?  Well, he's
short on reliable field hands, and needs me to fly down and help with the
harvest.  I really do apologize, but I have to go and lend a hand!"



   "Help on the hemp farm, eh?" he sounded thoughtful.  "I remember back
just before the turn of the century, me and some buddies started our own
farm.  The feds nailed us.  You kids today don't appreciate how easy you
have it!" he laughed.  "Go ahead.  Never let it be said I'd stand in the
way of family!  Oh, and Bob?"



   "Yeah boss?"



   "Bring me a little souvenir, okay?"



   "Sure thing!  Oh, I'm sending my cousin over to pick up my pay, alright?
Her name is, uh, Bobbie, too.  You'll know her when she comes in.  She
looks a lot like my sister Wendy."



   "Looks like your sister?" You could hear the joy in the man's voice. 
"Sure!  Send her down!"



   Bobbie cut the call.  "I knew he'd go for that!" she giggled.  "He
claims sales are still up since you did that commercial for Great-Purchases
last Christmas.  He keeps that autographed poster of you in your skin tight
Miss Santa suit that you presented him with up all year round!"



   Wendy smiled happily.  "I still get fan mail about that spot!"



   "Speaking of autographs.  I think Alan has something to ask you."



   "What?  No, no I don't!  Come on Bob!  I'll give you a lift to the
store!"



   When the friends left, Alyssa sighed and shook her head.  "I must be
losing my touch.  That young man hardly glanced at me at all!"



   Her daughter looked thoughtful.  "Same here.  The poor guy was sure
mooning over Bobbie though.  I do hope things will be okay between them
once I turn her back."



   Bobbie felt a little nervous heading to the Great-Purchases store.  "Sis
is right.  Nobody will think I'm really me.  Still, this is going to be
strange!  I have to remember to pretend not to know anyone." When Alan
didn't respond, she playfully punched his shoulder.  "What's wrong with you
today?  I told you sis would be okay with signing your issues.  You should
have jumped at the opening I gave you."



   Alan opened his mouth to answer, but only shut it again.  How could he
possibly admit there was now somebody else he was interested in?  Wendy is
really good looking and all that, but it suddenly dawned on him that
perhaps at twenty-eight, she was a bit too old for him.  "I couldn't ask
her in front of your mom!" he finally blurted out.  "That would have been
too weird, even for me!"



   "Mom isn't a prude.  She wouldn't have minded." She smiled.  "Don't
worry.  I'll ask Wendy later.  Just bring the magazines over tomorrow."



   "Uh, thanks." He pulled into a parking space in front of the home
electronics super store.  "I'll try to remember to bring them."



   Once again, Bobbie felt eyes upon her as she entered the store.  She
suddenly felt self-conscious in the snugly fitting jeans and tight little
tee.  Her nervousness grew when she saw one of her fellow employees heading
her way.  Jack Andrews would be on today!  She and Alan had known him since
elementary school.  The smug bastard thought he was God's gift to women. 
The trouble was, with his good looks and charm, many women seemed to
actually believe it!



   "How's it hangin', McAllister?" Jack asked with a mischievous glint in
his eye.  His smile broadened as he gazed in rapt appreciation of Bobbie's
form.  "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"



   "Uh, um, sure." Alan felt like sinking into the floor.  "Jack Andrews,
this is Bob's cousin Bobbie Shay.  She's up from Florida to spend some time
with her aunt while Bob is away."



   "I'm very pleased to meet you, Bobbie from Florida." He stepped a little
closer, insinuating himself between her and Alan.  "I'm getting off at
three.  Why don't you let me come by and pick you up?  I could show you
around, and then take you out to dinner.  What do you say?  Is it a date?"



   "Real classy, Andrews!" Alan snapped with unexpected heat.  "The lady is
obviously already spoken for!"



   "How's the job search coming, Alan?  Find anything better then working
at that recycle center, slaving away to drain toxic fluids from old
pre-Shipstone clunkers?"



   Bobbie felt her blood begin to boil.  What was wrong with this jerk?  It
was bad enough that he lorded over all his fellow workers, just because he
got the promotion that she should have received.  Bobbie could take all the
shit Jack regularly heaped on while working here, but this?  The self
centered ass simply had no call to try and belittle Alan!  Someone had to
put him in his place.  Why not her?  "Oh Alan" she cooed in an attempt to
copy her sister's dumb bimbo routine.  "I had no idea!"



   "Sad but true." Jack grinned, sensing victory.  "While I work here as
assistant junior manager "he adjusted his tasteful tie proudly "poor Alan
spends the day covered in grease and grime."



   "I had no idea!" she repeated, taking the bemused Alan's arm in hers. 
"You work to try and better the planet?  Cousin Bob never told me that!  It
must be so fulfilling knowing that you're helping restore nature's
balance!" she led Alan away from the now fuming Jack.  "You simply must
tell me all about it!"



   "What are you doing?" Alan hissed.  "Stop acting so weird!"



   "Quiet!" Bobbie casually glanced back.  Jack looked fit to be tied! 
"That asshole makes me sick!  Good, he's watching!  Hurry up and kiss me!"



   Confused as he was, Alan had no trouble following that order.  His lips
met Bobbie's and time seemed to stand still.  His arms encircled his
beautiful best friend as he lost what little self control he had.  The tip
of his tongue moved, encountering glorious cool sweetness as he slipped it
into his best friend's mouth!  "S-Sorry about that." He whispered as they
finally parted.



   Bobbie tried to slow her racing heart.  There was that bolt of
electricity again!  Had Alan felt it?  She dared not tell him that his play
acting had made her legs go all rubbery!  Her face flushed as she felt that
warmth between her legs again.  "Th-That's okay!  Good acting!  The more
realistic the better!  I bet that jerk is pissed!"



   Alan sighed.  Did Bobbie know?  Could she somehow sense just how that
kiss made him feel?  The almost painful strain in his pants paled before
the sudden ache of his heart.  "Yeah, acting." He took a deep breath and
smiled.  "Help restore nature's balance?  What am I, a super hero?"



   "You do your part!" Flustered and confused, Bobbie made a decision. 
Last night had burned a bridge rather dramatically and spectacularly.  What
she had in mind wasn't a problem then, was it?  Besides, Jack the jerk
really had gone too far this time!  "Come with me." She hissed, pulling
Alan towards the rear of the store.  "I'm going to teach that womanizing
martinet dork a lesson he'll never forget!"



   "What are you up to?" Alan whispered when they reached a short corridor
at the back of the showroom.  "Oh, you want to use the ladies room."



   "Close!" Bobbie felt a little self-conscious going into the girl's
bathroom during business hours, but it was also kinda fun, too!" She leaned
down and peeked under the stalls.  Good!  The room was empty!  She went
back to Alan and gave a quick look around.  Better and better!  Jack was
following!  The jerk was making a beeline for the little closet he called
his office!  "Come with me if you want to live!" she said in a cheesy
accent, quoting from her favorite old movie.  Making sure Jack saw them,
she grabbed Alan's arm again and yanked him into the restroom.  Bobbie only
paused long enough to put the closed for cleaning sign on the outside of
the door.



   "Have you lost your mind?" Alan felt his face flush.  "I can't be in the
ladies room!" he looked around despite himself.  "It looks weird in here,
there are no urinals."



   "Of course not, dummy!" She dragged him to the large handicap stall. 
"This place is wired." Her face flushed.  The other employees may be pissed
at her.  She was about to kill their golden goose!  Well, who could blame
him when he returned to normal?  It would just be something his crazy
cousin did while he was away!  This more then made up for keeping quiet for
so long!  Several times Jack had offered copies of his secret recordings.
Bobbie had always turned them down.  Only fear that other male employees
that had accepted these `gifts' would land in trouble had kept Bobbie
silent.  That was about to end!  "Mr.  Murphy doesn't know it, but his
Assistant junior manager wired this stall with three hidden cameras.  We're
about to give Jack the jerk a show he'll never forget!"



   Alan did his very best to calm himself, but his raging erection had
totally degraded his morals.  "Are you sure about this?" he asked feebly as
she steered him into the stall." He noticed a box on the metal wall, near
the toilet paper dispenser.  "What the hell is that?"



   Bobbie grabbed his hand before he could lift the lid.  "Never mind!"
Bobbie had been stuck cleaning the bathrooms too many times not to know
what was inside.  She shuddered.  "It's something I won't have to deal with
if sis changes me back in less then a month!"



   "Why a month?" It finally hit him.  "Ew!  That's disgusting!"



   "Oh, shut up and pull down your pants!" she fumbled at his belt while
trying to hurry him up.  "Sit down and relax." She whispered as between
them they freed his impressively erect shaft.



   Alan nearly collapsed onto the seat.  Who could blame him?  "Are, are
you sure about this?" he said once again, stammering weakly as his cock
throbbed.



   "It's just to put that jerk Jack in his place!" she lied, while looking
at the dirty floor.  Unwilling to kneel on it in her nice new jeans, she
pulled the box of toilet seat liners from its holder and knelt on the nice
clean cardboard.  "Besides, um, you'd do the same for me!"



   "I, uh, yeah, sure!" Alan didn't know if he would, but he didn't dare
hint otherwise after the shambles he had made of last night!



   Bobbie stared for a moment at the head of his cock.  She had to try this
at least once more!  It would be too wrong to even think about after she
turned back into a guy!  Knowing that the camera hidden in the toilet paper
dispenser was positioned just right for a profile shot, she gently grasped
her best friend's penis and pointed it upwards.  Slowly and lovingly, she
made a big production of licking the entire length of the underside!  She
grinned up at Alan, eyes flashing blue flame.  "Let me set the pace." She
warned, making sure her mouth wasn't visible to the cameras.  Who knew if
Jack could read lips?  "If you grab my head again like last night, I'll
beat the crap out of you!"



   Alan hastily grabbed the hand rails behind and beside him, squeezing
them in a death grip.  "I won't!  I swear it!" he hissed as Bobbie resumed
licking his penis.



   Her heart was pounding!  What was it about this that put her in such a
state?  She licked a bead of shimmering fluid off of the head.  She was
still a guy, sort of.  Why did she want to put a penis into her mouth?  It
should disgust her.  She sighed as she let the swollen head slip past her
lips.  No, not just any penis.  It was just this one!  Had some part of her
always wanted to do this with Alan?  She wrapped her fingers around the
hard shaft, feeling the dampness of her own saliva as she slowly stroked
him.  When Alan moaned in response, the sound pleased her immensely!



   Bobbie slowly bobbed her head on the shaft.  It was so big and hard! 
She let the head touch the opening of her throat, and a thrill of fearful
excitement ran up and down her spine.  Could she do it again?  It sure
would look good on camera!  She tried to angle her throat like a sword
swallower, and slowly eased forward!  It was going in!  Bobbie couldn't
help making nasty gagging sounds as she managed to touch her nose to Alan's
firm trim tummy.  She held her position for as long as she could, bright
red pubic hair tickling her nose.  With a choking gasp, she pulled back and
released the rock hard staff.  "Almost threw up." She muttered, while
wiping drool from her chin with the back of her hand.  "Let me try again."



   "Okay, sure!" Alan gasped.  "I wouldn't dream of stopping you!"



   She once again accepted his slobber gleaming hardness into her mouth. 
He seemed even bigger and thicker!  Once more Bobbie managed to lodge the
impressive organ deep into her throat.  It gave her a perverse feeling of
accomplishment to be able to willingly do it on only her second blowjob! 
Bobbie resumed her head bobbing.  She did her best to make it just as
filthy and hot as many of the blowjob movies stored on her tablet.



   The sound of Alan's panting filled her ears.  It wouldn't be long now!
She gently grasped his cock once again, jerking him as she sucked.  When
she felt Alan strain and go rigid on the toilet seat, she knew it was time!
Pulling back so just the tip of the head was between her pursed lips,
Bobbie sucked like she was drinking a yummy thick milkshake!  Her cheeks
went concave as she wildly stroked the saliva slick shaft.  Bobbie felt the
underside of that shaft pulse as thick hot cream began to spurt across her
tongue!  Her best boyhood friend was ejaculating into her mouth!  This time
there was no panicked attempt to break free!  She cherished every drop of
the musky salty syrupy fluid as her mouth slowly filled.



   Alan grunted like an animal as he exploded into his buddy's mouth!  It
looked so damn exciting to see the lovely blond Bob had become take every
drop of what he had to give her!  `Oh God, Bob, thank you!" he gasped as
the last little dribbles oozed into that pretty sucking mouth!



   Feeling delightfully dirty, Bobbie slowly and carefully eased her mouth
off of Alan's still hard member while keeping her lips tightly pursed.  She
didn't lose a single drop!  Now for the grand finale!  Facing the toilet
paper dispenser and it's hidden camera, she let a little of the slimy
pearly white fluid seep out from between her lips.  She slurped it back in,
and opened her mouth to display the copious contents as her tongue wiggled
playfully in its gooey semen bath.  Then, with a wicked grin, she tossed
back her head and convulsively gulped down the entire mouthful!  Laughing,
she opened her mouth again and stuck out her tongue, proving that her mouth
was now completely empty!



   "You're quite welcome!" she finally gasped rather thickly as she stood
on shaky legs.  "Hurry up.  I have a last finishing touch before we get out
of here!"



   Alan hastily yanked up his pants as he stood up.  He was surprised when
Bob kissed him.  That must be the finishing touch!  After the debacle of
last night, he didn't dare complain when he tasted the tang of his own
spunk in her mouth!  "That ought to show that asshole a thing or two!" she
said happily as the left the stall.  Hand in hand, the friends headed for
the bathroom door.



   When they opened the ladies room door, Alan felt like sinking into the
floor.  Four waiting women watched in surprise as they left.  "Uh, sorry
about that!" he stammered.  The older of the women glared at him in a way
that should have seared the flesh from his bones.  The other three gave him
what looked like amused and speculative looks.



   Bobbie grinned at the sudden audience.  "It's free now." She said with a
laugh as she pulled off the sign.  For some reason the looks Alan was
getting annoyed the hell out of her.  "We'll just be on our way!"



   "I think the jealousy angle may work." Alan looked over his shoulder,
and a cute little brunette gave him a smile.  "Maybe I should get her
number."



   "Who the hell are you calling jealous?" Bobbie felt a sudden stab of
anger.  "Oh, you mean them.  I thought you were planning the big conquest
for the Con!  Besides, none of them are your type!  Now forget them!  I
need to find Mr.  Murphy!"



   Thankfully, they caught up with the manager nearby in the data crystal
section.  "Mr.  Murphy?" Bobbie asked with a smile.  "My, um cousin sent me
to pick up his pay."



   The distinguished looking middle-aged gentleman smiled warmly.  "Mr. 
Shay told me you'd be stopping by.  He also said you looked like his sister
Wendy." He gave her a wink.  "What a lucky young man to have such lovely
relatives!"



   She felt herself blush.  "Um, thank you, sir."



   "Why so formal?" his eyes sparkled.  "You can call me Mort."



   That took her by surprise.  When she had first started working here, she
had made the mistake of calling the boss by his first name.  The man had
insisted on being called only by his surname!  "Uh, okay, Mort."



   "I thought you were in a hurry." Alan hissed, growing angry at how this
Mort guy was staring at his best friend's chest.  "Come on!"



   "Okay!" she smiled at Mort.  "First, I better tell you what I saw.  Some
weird guy just ran into that tiny little office across from the restrooms.
I think he may have been trying to steal stuff."



   That was a trigger easy to pull with Mort.  He treated all shoplifters
as if they were attempting to rob the national treasury!  "Oh really! 
Young lady, you wait here for a moment.  I'll check this out personally!"



   "I hope you know what you're doing!" Alan whispered as they raced to
keep up with the determined man.



   "I always do!" They caught up just as Mort silently swiped his card
through the key slot.  The door popped open, to reveal a very busy Jack. 
Bobbie almost laughed!  Jack was stroking away with thumb and index finger,
on a cock that looked like it belonged to a little boy!  It couldn't have
been more then three inches long, and was only about as thick as his thumb!
The timing was exquisite!  Reclining in his office chair, the startled man
had reached the point of no return.  In the confusion, he had dropped the
paper towel he planned on catching his issue with.  He ended up anointing
his shirt with a single little squirt of semen.



   "Oh my God!" Bobbie squealed in a fair impression of her sister's best
bubble headed bimbo persona.  "He, he's playing with his little dinky!" she
pretended to then notice what was on the large screen before the frantic
man.  "That's me!  Oh Honey, that's you!  He played with himself while
watching a recording of us played back in slow motion!"



   Honey?  Alan was quick to follow Bobbie's lead.  "Oh shit!  You guys put
security cameras in the bathrooms?" He surprised himself with a sudden
burst of real fury.  Alan grabbed the whimpering Jack, who was frantically
trying to zipper his pants, and yanked him to his feet by the shirt collar.
"You disgusting little freak!  How long have you been making recordings
like this?" Realizing he had a handful of semen dampened shirt, he released
Jack, who stumbled and nearly fell to the floor.



   Mort slapped at the wireless digital recorder, cutting the power.  The
close up of Bobbie's full mouth vanished.  "This is not one of our
surveillance feeds!" He closed in on Jack, until they were nose to nose. 
"How dare you put me and this company in such an unwholesome position!" he
bellowed.  "Not only are you fired, but I'm going to see to it that you
spend some serious time behind bars!"



   Oops!  Bobbie gasped dramatically.  "Jail?  If he goes to jail, will
that mean people will see" she pointed a shaking finger at the now blue
screen "that?"



   "I'm afraid so, sweetheart." Mort calmed himself, and turned his back on
the now openly crying ex-assistant junior manager.  "I know it's rough, but
you two did commit a rather serious indiscretion."



   "I'm so sorry!" Bobbie tried her very best to look solemn.  "Couldn't
you just leave it at him being fired?  I, I wouldn't be able to sleep
nights if I knew he was branded a sexual deviant and was spending time in
prison!" she shuddered.  "Who knows what the other inmates would do to
him!"



   Jack went pale at that.  "Please!" he begged, as he wiped at the little
streak of wetness on his shirt with his end of his tie.  "Oh God, I'd be
everybody's bitch if they find out how little my, um, I mean I, I'm too
good looking to go to jail!"



   Mort sighed, trying his best to put the fleeting image of this lovely
girl with a mouth full of her lover's semen out of his mind.  He spun
around and glared at Jack.  "You!  Empty your pockets!  I need to be sure
there are no data crystal recordings!"



   Shaking, Jack did his best to speedily comply.  "I, I didn't have time
to run off a copy!  I swear it!" he cried as loose change and keys
clattered to the floor.  "It's all in the box.  All of it!"



   Mort kicked the keys out into the corridor.  "Get out!  I never want to
see your face in my store again!"



   "Oh God, thank you!" he squealed as he made a dive for the floor. 
"You'll never see me again!" he assured, scrambling on hands and knees to
retrieve his keys.



   Alan knew it was all a set up, but anger still gripped his heart.  This
jerk had spied on Bob!  "Here's a little something to remember me by,
peewee!" He put years of soccer training into play, and swung his leg. 
Jack squealed like a pig when Alan's size thirteen foot connected with a
solid meaty thud on his ass!



   "Young man, that was uncalled for.  You could be charged with assault."
Mort said quietly after Jack staggered to his feet and ran away.  The
peeping-Tom had a decided limp from what was sure to be a hell of a bruise
on his, uh, pride.  He clapped his hand on Alan's shoulder and grinned. 
"It's a good thing for you that I didn't see it!"



   Back out in the parking lot, Bobbie couldn't help laughing.  "That went
well." She said as she looked over the digital recorder that Mort had given
her.  "Do you want this?"



   "Sure!" Alan's eyes flashed.  "I can't wait to check out what that
ass-hole had been recording!  I'm not into seeing girls pee, but didn't you
once mention several girls had done what we just did?  I'd love seeing
that!"



   Once again, an inexplicable wave of anger raced through her.  "I, I'll
give it to you tomorrow!" she snapped.  Bobbie didn't mind if Alan watched
the recording she had arranged to make with him.  In fact, she found the
idea kind of hot!  It would be fun to watch it herself, while, uh,
meditating in the bathtub!  She'd be damned though if she was going to
leave a bunch of other girls stored for Alan to drool over!



   "Bobbie, are you mad at me or something?" Alan gave his buddy a
concerned look.  "I didn't grab you or anything!"



   With a sigh, Bobbie smiled.  "Nope, I'm not mad.  Let's get out of
here." She blushed.  "I want to get home and eat another piece of
chocolate!"