The Right Guard
From his seat in the outdoor cafe, Jeffrey Gallidet pretended he wasn’t doing exactly what he was doing as he looked at the man in front of the consulate. “Tell me again why we’re here.”
The man in the white suit whose name was Caruthers didn’t even bother looking at the guard. “I already told you. We need to get someone inside that consulate.”
“Why?”
“I already told you that, too. I said it was none of your business.”
Jeffrey looked at the man in white. “So you want someone to steal something for you.”
If the man in white was surprised, he didn’t bother showing it. “They said you were good,” he said.
“Oh, I’m better than good. A lot better actually.” Jeffrey looked at the guard but he didn’t bother asking what it was that needed pilfering because he already knew the answer to that and besides, Caruthers was right. That really was none of his business. It was just that he was curious. “You know it’s going to cost you, don’t you?”
“Of course, but we’re prepared to pay.”
Why, Jeffrey wondered. What exactly was in there that was so important that they needed to hire him. “How much time do I have?”
“Not much. We need it by the end of the week.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Jeffrey said, “assuming of course, that you’ve provided what I need.”
It’s ready for you as soon as you want it.”
Jeffrey took one more look at the guard in front of the embassy. “Let’s go see what you have for me,” he said.
Her name was Peta Wisniewski and she looked at the man looking at her. Finally, Jeffrey shook his head. “No,” he said and then he said it again. “No. Absolutely not. She’s totally wrong.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“What isn’t wrong with her,” Jeffrey said. He looked at the slim, mousy brunette again. “Where’d you go to school, honey?”
“Brown University.”
“Major?”
“Economics.”
“Figures. You got a boyfriend?”
The girl looked at the other man before she gave Jeffrey her answer. “No.”
“Liar. What’s his name?”
Peta looked at the man in the white suit. She’d been told to cooperate with this man but she wasn’t sure just what exactly she was supposed to tell him.
Jeffrey just snorted. “God, she’s worse than I thought. She’s totally wrong.”
“You said you wanted a woman,” the man in the white suit said.
“Yes, that’s right. I wanted a woman. I didn’t want ... this.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s an agent, isn’t she?”
“Of course.”
Jeffrey stepped up to the girl and he put his hands on her shoulders. “Look at me,” he ordered her.
Peta looked.
Jeffrey held her gaze for almost a moment before he finally let her go. “All right,” he said. “I’ll see what I can do with her, but I’m not promising anything but just so you know, my price just went up.”
That night, Peta couldn’t help but toss and turn in her bed. This was her first field assignment and she was in over her head. The man had practically confirmed that.
Of course it wasn’t like she was even supposed to be here. She was supposed to be on vacation when she got the call. “We need you,” the voice on the other end of the line had said to her.
“Why?” she’d asked.
“We have a job and we need someone who’s there now.”
Was this some kind of a joke, she wondered. It certainly sounded like a joke and yet who did she know who knew this much about her life that that person could or even would tease her that way.
“Are you still there?” the voice on the other end of the line had asked.
“I’m here.”
“Good. We want you to go to the Hotel Omar Kalifi. Rent a room and wait for us there.”
No, there had to be something wrong.
“Do you understand your instructions?”
“Are you sure you want me?” Peta had asked.
“Yes, we’re sure.”
Are you really sure, Peta wanted to ask.
“Do you understand your instructions?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then go. You will be contacted soon.”
That had been two days ago and she’d gone just like she’d been told to do. She’d gone and she’d waited and she’d waited and she’d waited, never daring leave her room for fear that she might miss something important.
And then amazingly, the two men had come to her room. One of them had used the call sign so she knew it was on the up and up but it was the other one that had her attention. He’d just looked at her and then he’d said she wasn’t right but he hadn’t said what was wrong with her.
What the heck was wrong with her?
And then he’d told her to look at him. It was weird because she remembered him telling her that and she’d known she’d done it but for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to actually remember looking at him.
She tossed again in her bed.
She didn’t want to fail and especially not on her first case. He’d said he would see what he could do with her but he didn’t sound all that confident.
She’d finished at the top of her class at Brown which considering her history wasn’t all that much of a surprise. After all, she wasn’t used to failing and she certainly didn’t want to start now, especially since this was her first case.
She wondered what was wrong with her?
She didn’t want to fail.
Not on her first case.
She finally woke up which meant of course that she’d finally managed to get to sleep only it didn’t feel that way. Her head felt heavy and something felt ... something felt wrong.
It wasn’t that long a walk from her bed to the bathroom but for Peta, it seemed to take forever. For someone who’d just had a full nights sleep, she told herself, she still was incredibly tired.
She flipped on the light and then she just couldn’t help but gawk at herself. It really seemed as if overnight, everything had changed.
Perhaps the most obvious change was the one she noticed first because overnight, it seemed as if her hair had gone from a rich, deep brown to a dirty blond. Peta couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She just gaped at her reflection in the mirror almost as if she expected that at any moment, there would come an answer that would explain just how she had undergone such a radical transformation.
But if that was what she expected to get, she was bound to be disappointed because instead of answers, what she got instead were more questions. Now that she looked at herself again, she could see that her hair wasn’t the only thing about her that had changed. In fact, if the way her nightshirt was sticking out in front of her was any indication, there were some even more substantial changes in the offing and as she peeked inside her shirt, she knew. She had breasts.
Not that she hadn’t had breasts before but what she had now was just so much more than she had had before.
And if she’d bothered to think about it, she might have been amazed at just how right it all felt. Sure, her tits were bigger and sure, it was amazing that it had happened but it was almost as if that’s the way things were supposed to be. Sure, she marveled at the fact that she now had tits but it almost had the feeling of total inevitability.
And just seeing that that was the case made her think of something else. She ran her hand down her body and she nodded to herself as she stroked her backside. Yep, her tits weren’t the only things that were more fuller and more rounder these days.
Even if it felt like it was meant to be, it still took Peta some time to finally get herself ready to go out for the day and that’s when she made her next discovery. All of her clothes had changed.
She was on vacation in a land that was known for its heat so it wasn’t like she hadn’t brought the proper clothes with her. Dresses and shorts and the like were what she’d brought but it wasn’t anything like what she had now. Oh she still had dresses and shorts but now all of her dresses were very short dresses and all of her shorts were even shorter and tighter than her dresses.
And she liked her new wardrobe not that she really was thinking of it that way anymore. Sure it was new and sure it wasn’t what she’d brought with her but come on, with a body like the one she now had, she just wanted to show it off as much as she possibly could.
It was later that morning when she left her hotel. She was wearing big sunglasses and a floppy hat as she went out on the town. She had places to go and people to see and more importantly, she wanted to be seen.
He stood in front of the consulate much as he did every single day. The odd thing was that other than the flags flying outside the building and the guards manning their posts in front of the entrance, the place didn’t look like much of an embassy but then the Ramalia wasn’t that big a country so maybe the non-descriptness of the embassy and the quietness of the road on which it sat was appropriate.
Some people might have called it a hardship to stand where he was but Mustafa hardly considered it a hardship. It was his job to guard his country’s embassy and he was proud to be doing it and it was a better job than some of his other countrymen might be doing so he hardly considered it a hardship.
At the moment though, he was watching the blond.
She was an American. He was sure of that. He wasn’t sure how he knew it but he was sure she was an American. There was just something about her, something that was so loose and carefree, something so ... so American.
But she was also a blond and he liked blonds.
He did like blonds, didn’t he?
Of course, he did, he told himself. He liked them a lot.
It was perhaps understandable that he seemed confused. After all, if he’d only remembered, perhaps he would have realized that he hadn’t always been like that. Perhaps he would have remembered that it wasn’t until just the day before when he’d met the stranger after just having just gotten off from work.
The stranger had invited him to go have a drink at a bar and in spite of the fact that drinking was something that he’d never did, he’d said yes.
“What’s your name?” the man had asked.
“Mustafa.”
“Mustafa, huh? Well tell me, Mustafa, are you married?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were married.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Happily?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were happily married.”
“But of course,” Mustafa had said indignantly.
The man just laughed. “Sorry about that, man. I was just playing with you there but you are married, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I imagine you miss her. Your wife that is.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Of course. Have you any children, Mustafa?”
“Yes, sir. I have two boys.”
“Two boys? I imagine you must miss them as well.”
“Yes, I do.”
“And yet here you are.”
“I go where I am needed.”
“Oh come now, Mustafa. You are too modest. I think we both know why you want to come here.”
“We do?”
“Of course we do. A man such as yourself, we know why you’re here. There really can be only one reason. You’re here for the pussy or more appropriately, should I say we know you’re here for the blond pussy.”
Mustafa wanted to say no but for some reason, he found himself holding his tongue.
“You’re here for the blond pussy, Mustafa. There’s no shame in admitting that. In fact, the real shame would be to not admit it to yourself.”
Yes, that would be a shame.
“Of course, the best blond pussy is American pussy. Do you know why that is, Mustafa?”
The guard shook his head. He didn’t know.
“It’s because American girls are so stupid, Mustafa. They’re stupid and they’re horny, Mustafa. That means American girls are willing to give you whatever you want, Mustafa. Whatever you deserve in fact. That’s why they’re so good, Mustafa. Blond, American girls, especially the ones with big tits, Mustafa, they’re the kind of girls that will give you exactly what you want, Mustafa. When you see one of those, you have to get your hands on one of those.”
Yes, of course. Blond, American girls with big tits, the man thought. They were so stupid and yet, they were so horny. They were just what he wanted.
“You know what you want, Mustafa.”
Of course, he knew. He wanted a blond, American girl with big tits.
But he wasn’t really thinking about any of what had happened the night before. In fact, it would have been hard to have remembered any of it even if he tried but what he was thinking was that he liked blonds and American blonds especially. American blonds were so stupid. You could do whatever you wanted with an American blond.
Wait a minute, the guard asked himself. What was he thinking? He was a married man. He had a wife and children at home. Beautiful Fatima was waiting for him to come home after this tour of duty was over. He couldn’t be so careless as to have the thoughts he was having.
But an American blond? You didn’t see one of those every day. When one of those came along, you had to get your hands on one of those.
And then she was looking at him from the sidewalk and she smiled breezily. “Hey there,” she said.
Damn. She was talking to him. He wanted to say something back to her but it wasn’t his place to do that.
She just laughed as if she knew that he couldn’t do anything or was she laughing for some other reason. “You’re cute,” she said.
Mustafa couldn’t help but feel a tightening between his legs.
She just laughed. “You’re cute,” she said again. “It’s too bad you have to stand out there all day long in this hot sun.”
And suddenly Mustafa didn’t seem nearly so interested in doing his job as he had been before.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more of you if you weren’t so stiff,” the blond observed. “Of course, on the other hand, I wouldn’t mind seeing just how stiff you really are.”
Mustafa groaned to himself as the girl’s jab hit closer to home than he wanted to let on.
“Would you like me to see how stiff you are?”
Yes, he wanted to say. Yes, but instead he said nothing.
“I guess not,” the girl said with a laugh. “Who knows though. Maybe I’ll see you here tomorrow.”
See you here tomorrow, Mustafa thought. What did that mean?
“See you around.”
The next morning when Peta woke, she was sure that once again, something was different. Once again, she was up and out of bed and then she was on her way to the bathroom where she could look in the mirror.
She was right. Things were different.
For one thing, her blond was more of a golden blond than it had been the day before. For another thing, her body seemed to be more curvy than it had been before which is not to say that her body hadn’t seemed curvy before. It was simply that now, it seemed curvier, curvier and needier. Mmm yeah, there was definitely that. Her body certainly was needier and for some reason, she thought of the guard in front of the embassy. She wouldn’t mind if he helped her take care of her needs.
The weird thing was that they’d told her they had this important job for her to do but now that they’d gotten her here, it seemed as if no one wanted to tell her what it was she was supposed to do. Well that wasn’t exactly the case. They might not have told her exactly what it was that they wanted her to do but she’d pretty much been able to figure out that they wanted something, something from inside the embassy and somehow, they expected her to get it.
It wasn’t much to go on.
It really wasn’t anything to go on ... and she was horny.
She was really horny.
And for some reason, they wanted her to walk in front of the embassy and tease the cute guard, and well yeah, she could do that.
Peta breathed a sigh of relief as she once more came down the street where the embassy was. The cute guard, he was there again. She’d been hoping that she would find him there and she wasn’t even sure why. She just knew she was hoping to find him there.
It wasn’t like he was watching her, at least not so far as it might have outwardly appeared. It wasn’t like he was turning his head to watch her and it wasn’t like his eyes were lingering on her and yet even if she wasn’t sure why, Peta had the feeling that the guard was watching her. “Hey there,” she called out. “Hey there, Mr. Guard.”
The man in front of the embassy hardly seemed to look at her.
“I said I’d be back,” she called out.
Still, the man said nothing.
God, he was hot, the girl told herself. There was just something about the way he was standing there, so hard, so rigid. Mmm yeah, that was what she wanted. She wanted something hard and rigid and it made her pussy wet to think of that and the fact that the guard had made her pussy wet just seemed to make him seem even hotter to her. “I think you’re cute,” she called out.
The man, of course, said nothing.
“Don’t you think I’m cute?”
Again, the man said nothing but then Peta hadn’t expected him to say anything.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to say anything but I still think you’re cute.”
Mustafa couldn’t risk turning his head for fear that his eyes would stay on the girl as she sauntered on past him. Damn, his dick was so hard. Damn, he wanted her so bad.
She was an American, of course. He was sure of that but what she was doing here in this country was beyond him and why she was tormenting him by walking by his post every day, that was beyond him, too. All he knew was he loved watching her strut on by and he hoped he’d be seeing her again.
The next morning when Peta woke, she was hardly surprised that she was even hornier than she had been the day before or that her hair was now more pale than the gold it had been the day before but that hardly mattered. What mattered was her pussy. What she needed was for someone to fuck her and she needed it bad and once more, her thoughts returned to the guard in front of the embassy. He could do the job. She was sure of that. He could do the job if only he would do the job. Heck, she thought. Now that she was thinking about it, she realized that that was exactly what she did want. She wanted him to fuck her and he didn’t even have to leave his post to do it. Heck, he could fuck her right there in the street and she wouldn’t mind who saw it.
Right then and there, she made up her mind that she was going to do it. Maybe not right there in the street, but somehow and some way, she was going to get the guard to fuck her and her pussy practically purred with satisfaction. She wasn’t just going to tease him this time. This time, she was going to make him fuck her.
Mmm, but now that she’d made up her mind what she wanted to do, she had to decide what to wear. Hmm. It would have to be something good. It would have to be something to make his dick hard.
Mmm. She liked the thought of that.
It would have to be something provocative, she knew. It would have to be something so good that there’d be no way the big guard with the big dick could ignore her.
Hmm. How did she know that? How did she know he had a big dick.
He just had to, Peta told herself. He just had to because if he didn’t, there’d be no justice in the world.
She was going through her things when her eyes lit on a short, little skirt. It wasn’t hers. She was sure of that and yet, it was there among her things and oh my God, it was perfect.
It was too short, really, but then of course, that’s what made it perfect. If she didn’t catch his attention with this, she thought, then if there was something wrong, it wouldn’t be anything to do with her. She giggled as she looked at the skirt in the mirror. If she couldn’t get his dick hard with this, then the problem was on his side, not hers.
Hmm, but what to wear above the skirt.
She finally settled on a bikini top. God, her breasts really were larger now, she told herself. They’d been cute before but now, well hell, now, they really filled that top out.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was ready, she told herself. No, she was more than that. She wasn’t just ready. She was so very, very ready.
Once more, she found herself on the street where the embassy was and once more, she found herself strutting in front of the guard in front of the embassy. She’d fretted about that on the way over. What if he wasn’t there when she got there, she thought. What if this was his day off? That would have totally sucked.
But he was there right where he was supposed to be standing guard outside the embassy only ... only he still wasn’t taking notice of her.
No, she told herself. No. That just couldn’t be. She looked at the guard and she was sure. She knew it. He was watching her. She just knew it and she knew she had to do something to take the bull by the horns.
She was back again, Mustafa thought, and this time, she looked hotter than ever. It took every ounce of his control not to flinch but damn it, his cock was hard. He was hard. He was so hard for this American blond with the big tits.
Wait a minute. What was she doing. She was coming up the path towards him. No. This couldn’t be happening ... and yet it was.
“Hi there,” the blond said.
What was he supposed to do? He’d been ignoring her in the hopes that she’d go away and yet at the same time, he looked forward to seeing her again.
“Hi,” the blond said again.
“Hello.”
“So you can speak.”
Mustafa couldn’t help but feel like he was being derelict in his duty and it bothered him. He’d never shirked his duty before but now ...
“Yes,” he said. “I can speak.”
“Good. I’m glad. You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”
No, he told himself. The answer should be no, but ...
“Yes. I’ve been watching you.”
“And you like what you see.”
“Yes. I like what I see.”
“That’s good because you know why.”
“Why?”
“It’s good because I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it right now. I want you to fuck me.”
“W-what?”
“I want you to fuck me,” the girl pleaded again. “I’m so hot and I’m so horny and I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad.”
Mustafa could feel his composure slipping.
“Are you going to do it?” Peta whimpered. “I need you to do it. I need it right now.”
That was the last straw. Mustafa looked at the blond. “Come with me,” he said and then he turned to go inside the embassy. He never looked back. He just assumed that the American blond was following her.
He marched up to a guard at a security desk. “Kalil,” he said, “I need to get this woman a pass. Make it an all-access pass.”
“An all-access pass?”
“Yes, on my authority. An all-access pass. I’m ... I’m not feeling well and this young woman has come to, uh, to see to my condition.”
“You can say that again,” Peta said under her breath.
“Hush,” the guard cautioned her and the to the man behind the desk, he said, “I think I’m going to need a relief for my position.”
“But Mustafa, you never need a relief.” It only took one look though by the man behind the desk and he quickly relented. “Yes, Mustafa, it will be done.”
“Good and make it quick. I want the pass to be done by the same time that the relief arrives.”
“Of course, Mustafa. It shall be done.”
The pass was ready almost at the same time as the new guard showed up to relieve Mustafa. “Come with me,” Mustafa directed the blond.
By all means, Peta thought. She’d go wherever he wanted her to go.
The man led the girl into the bowels of the embassy and then into a tiny room which was clearly the guard’s quarters. “Have I told you that I love American blondes,” he said.
Peta shook her head.
“Well, I do. American blonds are the best.”
Peta wasn’t sure what to say to that.
“And you my dear are one of the best of the best. Do you know how hard you’ve been making me these past days?”
Peta shook her head.
“Well, I think it’s time you found out just how hard you’ve been making me.”
Peta knew instinctively what it was that the guard wanted. She stepped up to him and then her hand felt his cock through the front of his uniform.
“Go on. You can do better than that.”
She certainly could Peta thought as her hands opened the man’s belt and then she was taking down his zipper.
“Oh yes,” the guard moaned as the blond dropped down in front of him. She had his cock out and she was stroking him and then ...
“Oh yes,” the guard moaned again as Peta took his cock in her mouth. Oh my God, yes.
It wasn’t like she really wanted to suck a man’s cock but if doing this was going to eventually get that cock in her pussy, then she was more than happy to oblige.
“Oh my God,” the guard groaned again.
Peta pulled back and then she looked up at the man. “Do you like that?” she asked.
“Oh yeah.”
“Isn’t there something else you’d like to do better?”
The guard just looked down at her.
“I can keep sucking your cock if you want me to,” Peta offered, “but come on, wouldn’t you really rather fuck me instead?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned. “Yeah. I think I would.”
“Well you can do that if you want. You can have me right now.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah. Right now, if you want to.”
“Oh I want to.”
“Good. Then I want you to too.”
“Take that top off,” the man ordered.
“Okay.”
“And the skirt, too. Take that off, too.”
“What? You mean like this?”
The man looked at the girl standing there in just her panties and he licked his lips. “Um, how um, how about your panties.”
“What about them?”
“Can you take them off?”
“Sure,” and with that, Peta removed her panties.
Damn. He couldn’t believe he was seeing this.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah. Could you ... could you lie on the bed?”
“I can do whatever you want me to. I want to do it. I want to give you what you want.”
Damn, she was actually doing it and then almost without even realizing he was doing what he was doing, he was sliding his cock between her legs and then he was pushing his way up inside her tight, little pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned.
“You like this?” Mustafa asked almost as if he was amazed with her reaction.
“Of course. I love your cock.”
“You do?”
Peta just moaned as the man continued to fuck her. “Of course,” she said. “Your cock is so big.”
“Oh man,” the man groaned and then he was pulling out of her. “Turn over,” he ordered.
Peta could feel the man coming up behind her and then she could feel him entering her. Oh yeah, the girl thought to herself. Oh yeah. That was so good. That was so fucking good.
And there was the guard still pumping his cock in and out of her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned.
“Oh yeah,” the man said almost at the same time and that’s when Peta realized what was happening. He was cumming in her pussy and she loved the feel of him filling her up.
The man was finally slowing down his pace.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Honey,” Peta asked, “honey are you okay?”
“O-okay,” the man groaned.
“Honey, I had fun. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah.”
“Honey, I’ve got to go now. Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll see you around, Honey. It was fun and you were totally great.”
Peta left the guard there in his quarters as she worked her way out into the hall. It would never have occurred to her to look at herself in the mirror but if she had, she would have seen that seen that she was no longer a blond.
She knew what her mission was. In fact, it was so obvious that she was surprised she’d forgotten it. There were some papers in the security officer’s desk, papers which would provide more info on the war on terror. He wouldn’t be at his desk right now and in fact, the office would be empty. In fact, with her all-access pass, she could walk right up to the office without fear of challenge. She certainly was lucky to have that pass.
It didn’t take long to get to the office and then she was knocking on the door just to make sure no one was there and when no one answered her knocks, she let herself in.
It didn’t take long to find the information she was looking for and then after photographing it all and then putting everything back where she’d found it.
Soon thereafter, she was calling her superior. “Mr. Caruthers?”
“Peta,” the man said and Peta couldn’t help but wonder why it was that the man didn’t really sound all that surprised.
“I’ve got the papers, Mr. Caruthers.”
“Excellent. Any problem?”
“No, sir. It all went off without a hitch.”
“Excellent. We’ll see about getting that stuff handed off to us and then you can be on about your vacation.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Peta?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Excellent work and well done.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“No need to thank me. You earned it.”
“I don’t get it,” Caruthers said.
“Yeah? What is it that you don’t get?” asked Jeffery Gallidet.
“If you could do what you did with that guard, I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done what you’d done with just about anyone.”
“Really? Are you seriously asking me that?”
The other man nodded and still the Gallidet looked at him as if he couldn’t quite believe he was being asked this but he seemed to finally come to the conclusion that he was. “I can’t just do it to anyone,” he said finally. “In fact, the conditions have to be pretty close to perfect for what I do to work but when they are, well, when they are you get the results that we saw here.”
“But—”
“There’s really no ifs, ands or buts about it. I can do what I do if the conditions are right but if they aren’t, I can’t. The guard wanted to be with a blond girl. It wasn’t even important that he himself didn’t even know what he wanted. What mattered was that I knew because I was able to take that and to use that to make him what he now is today but I couldn’t have done that if that’s wasn’t there first.”
“What is he now?”
“What is he now? Isn’t that obvious? He’s obsessed. That’s what he is. He’s a man whose obsessed with blonds with big tits. I’m sure if you’re half the man I think you are, you’ll be able to see ways that you might be able to use that to your advantage. Of course, it would have been a lot easier if you’d sent me the blond that I’d asked for in the beginning.”
‘What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that if you’d sent me the blond that I asked for, she merely could have put on an act but as it was, you didn’t send me a blond so I had to change her as well.”
“Change her how?”
“Well the obvious answer is I had to make her blond.”
“I have a feeling that’s not exactly what you meant.”
“No, of course not. I couldn’t just make her blond so I had to give her something that would take her mind off of the fact that her hair had suddenly become a blond.”
“Okay, but what did you do?”
“Let’s just say she’s going to enjoy being a blond.”
“No, let’s just have you answer the question. What did you do?”
“I tied her hair color to her sex drive.”
“What?”
“I tied her hair color to her sex drive which means the hornier she gets, the blonder she gets.”
“I still don’t get it.”
“Your Ms. Wisniewski there is one horny, little lady. Oh, she manages to keep it all in so I might say she’s a bit repressed as well but she’s not going to be able to keep it in anymore. The more she holds herself back, the blonder she’s going to get and the blonder she gets, the more horny she’s going to get.”
“Ah. I think I see.”
“Yep. I have the feeling that in no time at all, your Ms. Wisniewski is going to be totally and irreversibly blond.”
All the way across town, Peta had no idea what the two men were saying about her but it wouldn’t have mattered if she did. After all, she was blond again, not that that mattered either and she was horny and that mattered a lot. Man, she thought as she prowled the streets looking for a man to fuck. Man, she needed a cock inside her and she needed it now.