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 Author: wandrer
Title: Identity Theft
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: The Company
Keywords: mf, ff, mc, tf, humil, clone, drug
Summary: While trying to clear up a case of identity theft, a young
woman comes into contact with a man she once treated very badly...who now
works for the company.
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   "Identity Theft" - Part 1

   Beth swore under her breath.

   "Yes, I'm *sure* the charges aren't mine.  I've never *been* to the
store...even more, I would never *go* to a store called..."

   The dark-haired girl blushed furiously as she read aloud from her email.

   "...'Vixen's Sex Emporium'.  Yes, I'm very sure.  I've already been
working on getting this cleared up...this is definitely a case of identity
theft.  Thank you."

   Beth set the phone down and let out a long groan, rubbing her eyes in
frustration.  She'd spent the whole morning on the phone chasing down a
seemingly endless stream of credit cards, loans, and other items that had
all been taken out over the last few months in her name.

   "You OK?"

   She looked up and let out a sigh, then smiled at her boyfriend, Jeff.

   "Yeah...this whole identity theft thing is making me *crazy*!  You'd
think as a soon-to-be-lawyer, I'd have a better idea how to deal with this,
but it just never ends.  I can't figure out how someone could do this much
stuff in my name.  It's so *frustrating*!"

   Jeff shook his head, walking over and putting his hands on her
shoulders, letting her door close behind him.  She let out a sigh of
happiness as he began to rub the knotted muscles with his strong hands. 
There were definitely perks to working as an intern in the same law firm as
your boyfriend.

   "You'll get it sorted out.  And just think...a year from now, you'll be
able to sue the pants off of anyone who tries this sort of thing again..."

   She let out a small laugh, then her eyes caught the clock and she sat up
suddenly.

   "Hey - shouldn't you be hitting the road?  You'll miss your flight..."

   Beth let out a small whimper of disappointment as Jeff's hands left her
shoulders.

   "Yeah, I just came up to say goodbye actually.  My taxi should be here
in a minute or two.  I'll be back at the end of the month, or sooner if
this case goes faster than expected...."

   Beth stood up as Jeff walked around in front of her again.  She stood
and let her much taller boyfriend grab her and pull her tightly to him,
kissing her deeply.  She began to flush as her body reacted to his kiss,
and his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass playfully.  A tingling warmth
filled her whole body...

   Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from him, eyes smoldering.  Jeff
grinned at her.

   "Damn," he said, "now I *really* don't want to go..."

   "Well, you'll just have to save it up for a few weeks...we'll make up
for lost time then..."

   Jeff let out a small laugh and leaned down to give his girlfriend a more
restrained, though still passionate, kiss goodbye.  Then, with another
brief smile, he was out the door and on his way to London for the case he'd
been working on.

   Beth turned to catch her reflection in the shiny metal wall of her
office, and straightened herself up, flattening her skirt where Jeff's
hands had rumpled it, and smoothing her long black hair.  She blushed and
wished she'd worn a bra today - the nipples on top of her smallish breasts
were quite obviously hard and poking through her white shirt.  Pulling her
jacket tighter to cover them, she pulled out her makeup kit and began to
reapply the smudged lipstick to her lips for the meeting she was supposed
to be going to in a few minutes.  Beth, a former cheerleader, knew how
gorgeous she was, with her girl-next-door pretty face and large blue eyes,
and her slender, athletic body.  And she certainly wasn't afraid to use
that to her advantage in these meetings with the partners.  She definitely
wanted a job here at the firm after she graduated next year, and they never
had many openings.  Every little bit helped...

   Beth jumped at the sudden ringing of her phone and then grabbed the
receiver.

   "Hello?  Yes?  Oh, you have?  Sure, give me the information, maybe it
will help figure out who's doing this..."

   Beth started to write down what the person on the other end of the phone
was reciting then stopped in shock.

   A flush came over Beth once again, but this time it was one of anger.

   "Are you serious?  I mean...you're *sure* that's the address this was
going to?  Yeah...OK...thanks."

   Beth hung up the phone and immediately turned to rifle through her bag.
She pulled out the address book she'd received a few days earlier from her
undergraduate school and frantically flipped through it to the name to
confirm her suspicions.  Finally, one long nail lighted on the address
she'd sought.

   "That son of a bitch!" she growled, staring at the address matching the
one the credit card company had reported.

   She checked her watch and realized that she needed to get to her
meeting, but as she gathered her things, she started to think about what
she was going to do about what she'd just found out.

   Beth stood in front of the address she'd written down, her anger mixing
with surprise and a little doubt.  The house was much...nicer than she
would have expected - a three story building spanning two lots, and
obviously quite recently built.  It must have cost quite a lot of
money...it hardly seemed like the kind of place that someone who had been
causing so much trouble with her stolen identity would live.

   Still, she thought, the anger rising to the top once again, if anyone
was going to do this to her just to torment her, and if anyone had the
ability, it really could only be one person.

   Kevin Bradley.

   It was actually only luck that she'd happened to notice that he was
living in the same city as her when she was flipping through the
undergraduate address book, and his address had been familiar enough to
recognize...it wasn't like she was ever likely to seek him out on her own.
She'd only really known him for a month freshman year, after all.

   Now that she was a little older and more mature, she did have to admit
to herself that what she'd done to him hadn't been very nice.  As part of
her sorority hazing, each of the girls had been required to find an
unsuspecting "goatfriend".  The goats (or geeks) pretty much had to be
freshmen as well, since the upperclassmen knew about her sorority's little
ritual and avoided them like the plague, and they had to be pretty socially
isolated to not get warned off by other people.  That geek was to be their
boyfriend for the month or so of the pledge period - and the bigger of a
"goat" they were considered to be, the better their chances for getting
into the sorority.

   Beth had really wanted to get into the sorority.  And Kevin had been a
really big goat.

   So for almost a month - twenty-seven days, to be precise - Beth had been
Kevin's girlfriend.  Part of the rules of the ritual was that the pledges
really *were* the geeks' girlfriends - if the geek broke up with them
before the pledge period was over, they were out, and they were expected to
keep their "boyfriends" happy.  In most cases, that was pretty easy - geeky
freshmen were not exactly pushy if a hot girl wanted to date them, as a
general rule.

   Though there were always exceptions...one night when they were
sophomores and had had a bit too much to drink, Lara had admitted that
she'd had to let her geekfriend Adam fuck her in the ass almost every night
for the last three weeks of the pledge period.  (As horrifying as that
sounded to Beth - she'd managed to get off with just a couple of hand jobs
towards the end and letting Kevin play with her small breasts - Lara had
sounded surprisingly wistful about the whole thing.)

   In Beth's case, the hardest part had been that Kevin actually turned out
to be fairly nice.  They actually got along pretty well - she was smart
enough to hold her own with him as long as they weren't talking about
science topics (he would go on to be a real biochemistry wiz, amongst other
things) and they actually got along fairly well.  He'd even been a
surprisingly good kisser.

   Of course, part of the ritual was the ritual break-up, so there wasn't
really any question of her staying with him after the pledge period was up.
She actually felt pretty bad - Kevin had been devastated, and furious once
he realized how he'd been used.  But she did get into the sorority...and
had even been president her senior year.

   She hesitated as her hand went to ring the doorbell...Kevin definitely
had reason to hate her.  Was this a bad idea?

   Beth scowled, drawing on her anger again, and rang the doorbell.  That
was just a college prank.  He should have been over it by now, surely.  If
he'd done this to get back at her, this was going way to far - they were
adults now, in their twenties.  She wouldn't press charges, but he was damn
well going to stop...

   The door opened...and Beth's mouth dropped open as she stared at the
girl who opened it.

   She was slim and gorgeous, probably in her late teens, though her black
pigtails made it hard to peg her exact age, as did her outfit.  She was
dressed in classic catholic schoolgirl garb...or at least the fantasy image
of it.  Her short plaid skirt came barely to her knees, just below which
her long socks began, slipping into shiny black buckled shoes, one of which
she was turning back and forth slightly, like a shy young girl.  Her white
shirt was tied around her waist, showing her flat smooth stomach, and
covering her very small breasts - barely b-cups, if that.

   In short, the girl was Beth.  A few years younger, and a *lot* more
sensual than Beth had ever acted at that age...but clearly her twin.

   Beth's mouth worked as the girl looked back at her, eyes exactly at
Beth's height, and exactly the deep blue of Beth's own eyes.  She sucked on
a lollipop in a disturbingly sensual fashion as she looked out at her older
twin, seemingly oblivious to the similarity.

   "Can I help you?"

   The sound of her own voice, a bit younger and a bit higher pitched,
shocked Beth out of her reverie.  She found herself arguing in her head -
this was ridiculous...this couldn't be *her*...it was just some very odd
coincidence.

   "Uh," she said, swallowing, "I'm looking for Kevin Bradley....is
he...uh...here?"

   "Sure!" the girl said, her whole face brightening in a smile that was
disturbingly familiar, "c'mon in and I'll find him!"

   Perhaps had Beth not been so shocked, she might have had the presence of
mind to stay outside on the porch.  But instead, she stepped in, still
staring at her sexy, youthful doppelganger in disbelief.  The girl closed
the door behind her with a click, and a small hiss that Beth was far too
distracted to notice.

   "Uh...what's your...name?" Beth inquired as the girl started to turn
down the hallway.  The girl turned back with another bright smile.

   "Oh, I'm Bethie!" the girl giggled, "You just wait here and I'll find
Kevin."

   Beth stood in the foyer, mind racing...was Kevin really so obsessed with
her that he'd gone out and found a teen girlfriend that looked just like
her?  With the same name?  He was obviously quite wealthy, based on the
house - she looked dazedly around the foyer at the art adorning the walls,
and it was quite expensive.  That went a long way, she knew...but still. 
And it was awfully creepy...

   As she stood nervously, a strange sense of foreboding came over her. 
She shouldn't be here.  This was a mistake.  She began to turn to open the
door to leave.

   "Kevin is on a phone call, but he'll be here in just a minute," Bethie
said, flouncing in.  She carried two glasses of water to replace her
lollipop, and she held one out to Beth, "Want some water?"

   "Uh, sure," Beth said, once again looking at the younger girl in
fascination as she began to sip at the water.  The differences were there,
but oh so subtle.  A slightly different pattern of light freckles...a
slightly different cast to the nose...

   Beth drew a gasp as the room suddenly swam around her, and she fell
against the wall.  She felt oddly warm, and her breathing was coming in
gasps.  Bethie set down her glass and grabbed Beth's arm as she sagged.

   "Are you OK?" Bethie asked, her young eyes wide in concern.

   "Y-yeah...I just feel...I need to sit..."

   She stumbled after Bethie into a large parlor, and fell into a big couch
with a huff.  The room was swimming, and Beth seemed to be having trouble
thinking clearly.  She shivered when the young girl pressed a hand to her
face - the cool hand felt...nice.  She smiled at Bethie's concerned look.

   "Wow, you're all warm!  Why don't we loosen your suit a bit and see if
that helps."

   Beth moved languidly to let Bethie unbutton her jacket and slide it off
of her arms.  That did feel better, she had to admit.  She giggled slightly
as the young girl smiled up at her and knelt to slip off her shoes.  Beth
was actually feeling pretty good all of a sudden.

   "Tha's nice," she muttered, happily, and then let out a groan as Bethie
lifted her foot and began to massage it.  Beth was a girl who *loved* a
foot massage, and right now it felt better than any massage she'd ever had.
Bethie seemed to know exactly how hard to massage her, and where.  And
beyond that, it felt almost...sexual, for some reason

   "Does that help?" Bethie asked, looking up at her with sweet innocent
eyes.

   "Mmmmmmm," Beth moaned, enjoying the unbelievable foot massage.  She
gasped as Bethie expertly moved up her legs, massaging her calf, and then
her thigh, and her hands slid under Beth's skirt, approaching her...

   Beth's eyes shot open and she let out a squawk, trying to pull away from
the girl, who was grinning but no longer so innocently any longer.  Her
young eyes burned with excitement.

   "Wh-what are you doing?" Beth stammered.  Through the fog blanketing her
mind, she began to realize something was wrong.  Though part of her ached
for the young girl to continue, and she had to suppress a moan of
disappointment when she pulled her hands from beneath Beth's bunched up
skirt with a pout.

   "I was just trying to make you feel nice," the girl said, standing. 
With a swift, graceful motion, she moved to straddle Beth's lap, pinning
her to the couch while the girl smiled down at her.  Bethie grinned.

   "But maybe some of the other girls should come meet you, too - you'll
like them.  Eliza!"

   Through the (she was finally realizing) drug-addled haze, Beth turned
her head to look at the woman Bethie had called as she stepped into the
room...and choked out a sob of horror and confusion.

   Where Bethie was *like* Beth, Eliza *was* Beth.  Same age, same
hairstyle, same slightly larger breasts.  Of course, Beth had never dressed
in a french maid outfit, or nearly any outfit as skimpy as the one the
woman was wearing.  Nor did she ever wear spiked heels that high...

   "Oui, madame?" Eliza said, bowing her head in a distressingly servile
manner, and speaking in a thick and seemingly fake french accent.

   "Get some of the other girls, will you?  I think Beth would like to meet
them."

   "Oui, madam."

   "And you can come too, if you are good and you hurry."

   Eliza let out a sob of joy.

   "Oh, merci, madame!  Merci!"

   Eliza turned on those ridiculously high heels and wobbled quickly out of
the room.  Beth's eyes widened as she realized that there was no back to
Eliza's outfit.  Her ass (*her* ass!) was plainly visible, along with the
faint black curls between her legs.

   Beth was also sobbing in confusion, and began to struggle weakly against
Bethie.  But even though she was probably marginally stronger than the
girl, the drugs gave Bethie all the advantage she needed.

   "Oh hush, now!" Bethie giggled, leaning down close to her flailing,
slightly older counterpart.  Beth whimpered as she felt the girl's hot
breath on her own lips, and found herself staring into her own eyes. 
Bethie's breath tasted just like her own.

   Bethie leaned in and kissed Beth.

   Beth moaned.  Somewhere she was horrified - she'd never kissed another
girl.  She'd always been revolted by the idea.  And yet the drugs...it felt
like her mouth was an extension of her pussy...as Bethie's tongue slid
inside her lips and toyed with her own, she began to gasp with the
impossible pleasure of it.  And worse, the taste of Bethie's mouth was,
once again, just like her own.

   It was only when she moaned at a blast of new pleasure did she realize
that Bethie had opened her shirt, and was playing with her rock hard
nipples...exactly the way that Beth liked.  She sobbed in humiliation, and
mostly in the hope that Bethie would keep doing what she was doing.  Her
slender hips began to hump up towards Bethie's, involuntarily.

   She let out a whimper as Bethie pulled away, and it took her several
moments to remember that she didn't want this, that this was humiliating
and wrong...

   Bethie pressed her face against Beth's and turned it slightly to look at
the girls who had entered the room.

   "Now we'll have some fun."

   Her eyes jumped wildly back and forth as she looked at the numerous
other girls in the room.  They were all, more or less, her.  Some much less
than others.

   Beth began to cry, softly, and realized that she must be going mad.

   No, she *had* to be dreaming.

   The only one that seemed to be *exactly* like her was Eliza, who was now
kneeling on the floor mewling pathetically as she licked the boots of one
of the other women, her bare ass sticking up in the air, showing her
engorged, dripping, pussy.  It was clear that being allowed to lick the
woman's boots had left Eliza crazed with arousal.

   The woman whose boots Eliza was so desperately licking grinned down at
the dazed, sobbing Beth.  She (Elle, Beth would later discover) was Beth at
forty - with a few interesting life choices.  Her large fake breasts
(D-cups, at least) were supported and pushed up by the leather corset she
was wearing, her large ringed nipple piercings swaying gently.  She had one
leather-booted leg up on the coffee table, allowing the lips of her shaven,
swollen pussy to dangle down, showing her multiple piercings of her labia
and clit as well.  Absently, she brought her crop down to swat Eliza's ass
with a crack, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from the kneeling girl.

   "Mmmm," the dominatrix version of Beth grinned evilly, "let's play..."

   As the girls began to move forward at Elle's instruction, the drugs that
Beth was on really started to kick in.  She found herself completely
horrified and humiliated at what followed...and yet so intensely aroused
and overwhelmed with dazed pleasure that she could no more have resisted it
than she could have held her breath till she suffocated.

   The chubby version of her (Lizzie - she was Beth after way too much
chocolate, with floppy c-cup breasts that hung down over her soft belly -
still surprisingly cute, however) and the goth version of her (Liza -
skinny with spiky purple hair and piercings and tattoos covering her body)
moved gleefully to the couch to help Bethie undress the still sobbing Beth.
Her shirt and skirt were quickly followed by her pantyhose and panties, and
she found herself suddenly naked.  The three girls quickly tilted the
weakly protesting Beth sideways on the couch.  Lizzie knelt between her
legs and spread them wide with a shy smile.  Beth felt the cool air play
over her - she now realized - extremely wet cunt.

   "W-wait...please don't IIIIIIIAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

   Beth's whole body jerked in pleasure as Lizzie leaned down and began
expertly licking her cunt.  She'd never imagined having a girl lick her
there, but Lizzie clearly knew what she was doing.  Of course she did...she
knew *exactly* what Beth liked, exactly how and where to lick her, when to
suck on her clit, when to slide a finger inside her, then two...

   Within moments, Beth was shrieking in the most intense orgasm she'd ever
experienced, her taut body bucking against Lizzie's face.  Her toes curled
as her body rocked with pleasure, and all the women around her made noises
of appreciation while watching her, in her own voice.

   Finally, she collapsed to the couch once again, exhausted and sobbing.
Ripples of pleasure continued to throb through her body, a combination of
the drugs and Lizzie's continued licking.  Beth gasped and whimpered as she
realized that Lizzie (of course) was licking and fingering her perfectly to
start building her to another orgasm.  Through orgasm-induced dizziness,
she heard the dominatrix version of her (old enough to be her mother),
speak.

   "Go ahead, Bethie...you go first."

   Beth opened her mouth to ask what Bethie was going first at, but was cut
of by a shuddering gasp as Lizzie sucked her clit between her lips, sending
a blast of pleasure through Beth.  And then suddenly she found out as
Bethie swung one slender leg over Beth's face, having removed all her
clothing except for her white knee-high socks.  Beth looked up at the
girl's nude, toned body, and had to fight down the feeling of looking in
the mirror - when she was in high school.  As the grinning Bethie lowered
her wet pussy towards Beth's mouth, Beth saw that it was completely bare -
not shaved, but hairless like a girl's.  But the scent coming from it was
unmistakably womanly...and unmistakably Beth's.

   "No, please," Beth sobbed trying to lever herself up on her elbows and
get away, even as she was wracked with another shudder of pleasure, "I
dommppphh!  Nmmmppphh!"

   Beth sobbed as Bethie pressed her wet cunt into her weakly protesting
twin's mouth.  Beth fell back as Liza grabbed her hands and pulled them
back over her head to make sure Beth couldn't resist.  Beth moaned as her
mouth filled with the flavor of her own pussy as Bethie giggled and ground
her hairless pussy onto Beth's mouth.  Beth recognized the scent as her
own, and realized she must be tasting what her own pussy tasted like - the
salty-sweet taste was...not unpleasant.

   Beth jerked and moaned as Lizzie increased her own licking, and she felt
herself rising towards another orgasm.  The power of the drugs and the
bizarreness of the situation combined to make Beth begin licking Bethie
without realizing she was doing it.  The younger girl moaned as Beth
inexpertly lapped at her cunt, and gasped when Beth moaned her own pleasure
in the process.

   Somewhere Beth got lost in the drugs and pleasure she was feeling, and
started to enjoy it.  It was sort of like playing with herself, right?

   She began to slurp at Bethie as Lizzie brought her ever closer to her
own orgasm.  Bethie's groans matched her own, the room filling with the
sound of her voices moaning in pleasure.  A third voice joined them as Liza
held one of Beth's hands to her own wet cunt, and Beth began to absently
finger her goth-self, masturbating the girl as expertly as she could
herself.  Somewhere at the edge of her consciousness, Beth recognized the
other variants of her crowding around, watching the four of them writhing
on the couch...

   Suddenly Beth's eyes went wide and she squealed in protest as Lizzie's
finger pressed at the opening to her ass.  For a brief moment, she was
plunged back into awareness at the humiliating intrusion - she'd *never*
allow that!  - when suddenly Lizzie's finger, slick with Beth's juices,
plunged into her virgin asshole.

   Somewhere beyond the wall of pleasure Beth wondered which of them was
screaming like that, all muffled, and then she realized it was her.  She'd
never imagined she could come like this.  Moments later Bethie joined her,
as Beth's orgasm brought her to her own, and then moments after that
followed Liza, the room filled with a chorus of Beth's voice screaming in
pleasure.

   Somewhere beyond her rippling explosive orgasm, she felt Lizzie lift her
mouth from her cunt, though her thumb continued to massage her clit and the
finger in her ass kept her cumming.

   "Wow, she's *tight*!  I don't think she's ever had a finger in her ass
before!"

   "The poor *thing*," gasped one of the other girls, "how sad - she
doesn't know what she's been missing!"

   As Beth finally came down from an orgasm even more intense than her
first, she felt her asshole clenching around Lizzie's finger.  The moan as
the girl slid it out of her was one purely of disappointment.

   From there, Beth's world devolved into a surreal, drug-filled haze.  She
giggled, her mind having finally giving up on the argument between going
mad and dreaming, and settled on dreaming with a side of madness.  But it
all felt so good, she might as well enjoy it.

   The next several hours were a sort of haze of orgasms, impossible
trysts, and weirdness that proved her dream theory, at least in her addled
state.  Liza insisted on being next for Beth's tongue, and Beth found that
she must be getting better at licking herself, rolling over on all fours to
lap at Liza's pierced clit and bringing her to orgasm quickly.

   While she watched Bethie and Liza move off to play with the chubby
Lizzie, her face glistening with Beth's cunt-juice, Beth turned to kiss the
black version of herself - the blue eyes odd beneath the tumbling black
curls against Elsie's chocolate skin and large breasts - while the asian
version of her fingered her to another orgasm while suckling on her
incredibly sensitive nipples.

   She giggled when the tiny, four-foot miniature version of her (Bittie)
clambered up onto the couch, and then let out a squeal as the naked
munchkin used her slender fist to fuck Beth to a shrieking orgasm - the
girl's hand and arm were tiny, but still much larger than any cock Beth had
ever had inside her.  But she was distracted from that as Elizaben turned
her head to stare at his/her large, hard cock, above her/his dripping
pussy. He/she sported much larger breasts than Beth (C-cups) and a short,
male bob of hair, but other than that he/she looked just like Beth...cock
notwithstanding of course.  Giggling at the weirdness of her dream, Beth
plunged her mouth over his/her cock while Bittie fist-fucked her to another
mind-blowing orgasm.  When he/she came in Beth's mouth, the cum was sweet
and salty and tasted remarkably like Beth's own cunt.

   The other girls cheered as she came over and over locked in a 69 with
Eliza who had been stripped of her french maid's outfit, to let them watch
the two perfect twins in action.  Elle indiscriminately spanked them both,
helping to bring the two of them to screaming orgasm as they slurped
frantically at each other.

   She then spent quite some time dressed in Eliza's outfit, addledly being
made to lick other girl's feet while they played with each other and
particularly Eliza, who was trying to pass herself off as Beth.  She might
have succeeded until she accidentally shrieked "Oui!  Oui!" while being
fucked by Elizaben.  Elle scolded Eliza and told her she would be punished
later, though Eliza's flush seemed to be one of excitement at the idea,
even while she groveled pathetically at her mistresses feet.

   Beth did break down and sob a little bit when they called in the dog -
somehow the sight of her own body and face mounted on the fore and
hind-legs of a labrador retriever was too much, even in a dream.  Lizbitch
panted and whined happily on her back with her long tongue lolling out
while Beth was forced by Elle to lick her doggy-cunt (which still looked
and tasted just like all of the others she'd been licking).  But then they
made Lizbitch lick her in repayment, and the feeling was...unbelievable. 
She came screaming while she licked Elle's cunt and her dog-self's long
tongue slurped at her own abused but still-so-aroused pussy.

   Somewhere during the madness and uncountable orgasms, possibly while she
was slurping at the vertical pussy that had replaced the bizarrely mute
Betsy's mouth and Elizaben was fucking her ass to a painful but explosive
orgasm, Beth passed out...
   To be continued...