Charmine Paquette dodged construction workers and equipment as she ventured down the hall towards the only meeting room available. Leave it to the Government to fuck everything up, she thought. First the Centre for Brain Health was told that they were not on the closure list even though the Centre was not affiliated with an University. Then, on a Monday morning, workers arrived to remove what was salvageable before demolishing the building. She was tired. All the staff were forced to work around the clock to locate places for the patients. Sleep was obtained on couches or unused gurneys but they did it, she thought happily and in only three days. Her next thought was that she was going to sleep for a week beginning tomorrow. As she rounded the corner, she observed a woman sitting at the end of the hallway surrounded by a gaggle of workers.
All the other doctors were in the room waiting unsurprisingly for head psychiatrist Grant McPherson to make his grand entrance. Charmine arrived just before McPherson, slowed by two puzzling problems: Why was a woman in the hall? Who was she? The door slammed into the wall as McPherson stormed into the room. Everyone jumped.
"Why can't he open the door quietly and just walk into the room?" Charmine mouthed silently to the group.
"People we did a great job! The Centre has decided to give each one of you a bonus. Your checks are in your folders and I am sure each of you will be an asset to your new employers." It was unusual for McPherson to give anyone a complement let alone to the whole staff. Everyone waited for the other shoe to drop.
This time it was Charmine who spoiled the good news as she finally remembered the identity of the woman in the hall. "Grant, why is Margrete Dragon still here?"
"Impossible, I have Porter's report showing her name ticked off leaving here and arriving at her new residence," blustered McPherson.
Charmine opened the door and pointed to the gaggle of workers surrounding the seated woman. McPherson and the rest of the staff were startled.
Margrete Dragon was comfortable with the attention she was receiving. Since infancy, her blond hair, blue eyes and a moon face caused anyone who saw her to gush over her good looks. However, her beauty hid a fierce intelligence that enabled her to enter University at the age of fifteen. However, her parents didn't believe that girls needed higher education but should prepare themselves to be wives and mothers. They refused to pay for her costs and she never spoke or visited them again, not even attending their funerals. Margrete entered University with generous scholarships that paid for tuition and textbooks. She met Professor Kurtin who taught her how to use her assets to gain her goals. Their affair had to be very discrete because she was under the legal age and Kurtin did not want to go to jail. All changed when she met his wife Gloria. Gloria insisted she move in with them.
Gloria and her two friends taught Margrete how to dress to attract lovers plus they enabled her to obtain a position with the university that paid a good salary. As well, it surprised Margrete that she was able to control both the women and Kurtin. Each obeyed her every whim. The orgies were mutually beneficial because the women had a willing subject and they introduced her to mechanical aids to enjoy sex. She encouraged the women to suckle her plus someone would either engage in oral sex or use some type of device to satisfy her. As well, she allowed the women to undress her while Kurtin waited for her to be placed beside him in bed.
Margrete had dressed to dazzle. She picked a red mini skirt with a slit. Her blouse enabled her to expose her cleavage including exposing the swell of her bosom. Her breasts strained the fabric of the blouse and erect nipples gave the impression of ripping through. As well, she used her stiletto heel to lengthen her leg. The skirt rose to the top of her thighs. By positioning the slit she was able to give the sex starved audience a look at more bare leg and naked hip.
It was a different life for Charmine. She published her first successful novel before finishing high school. Her parents suggested she become a Psychologist which would enable her to do research without having to treat patients. In addition, they recommended she use her new experiences to continue writing. Charmine was always short and skinny a condition that prevented many boys from dating her. Although she lived with one of her male colleagues until she graduated, she had never felt comfortable with the relationship. At one time, she speculated that she might be a lesbian but after a couple of experiments decided to give up sexual pursuits.
"Leave it to that drunk Porter to fuck everything up," said Cohen. "If we report this, both the Government and the police will investigate. There goes our new jobs."
Hurrah! She thought. I might be able to use Dragon to overcome my writer's block. She would be a perfect model to use as my main character, beautiful, tall and sexy in my new novel "Female Serial Killer." Charmine observed that McPherson was still in shock.
"I have an idea," said Charmine before McPherson recovered. "I'll take her home and during the long weekend drop her off at her new residence. The new doctors will see that her name has been checked off, assuming somebody has placed her in the wrong room. We go on with our new lives."
"This sounds dangerous," somebody said.
"It's not like Dragon is a serial killer or violent. During her time here she has been the model patient," replied Cohen.
Indecision was not one of McPherson's character flaws. He quickly gathered his material, wished everyone good luck in their new jobs, took Charmine's arm and escorted her through the workers before stopping in front of Margrete Dragon.
Although Margrete's eyes were open, the chaotic scene in front of her had faded away. She replayed her path to the Centre. After graduating 'Summa Cum Laude', she was offered a position at Columbia University by one of the professors she barely knew. In this way she was able to complete her PhD at very little cost to herself. But it was meeting Sergei Orolov who changed her direction by giving her advanced training on separating marks from their money. They were able to enjoy a lifestyle above their means. As well, Sergei taught her how to make the mark appreciate helping her. Their only failing was separating a mark from his money who had to perform an illegal act to obtain his gift for her. The company complained to the police.
Using these ill gotten gains, they were able to travel in circles that had big untapped sources of Funds. Their first victim was a Russian who liked to watch Sergei make love to her. It took a little time but eventually they were able to find out where his accounts were and the all important passwords. Margrete was able to enter the accounts and put every third deposit into a series of accounts belonging to them. They had made one error. The Russian was a money man for the mob. His death was very painful. Sergei fled to Argentina. The mob found him and even the promise to give the money back did not help him.
By this time, the police had arrested her for fraud. While waiting for her bail hearing, she heard a couple of officers talking about the death of a Russian money man. Time was at the essence. She switched identities with her cellmate who was slated to go to some psychological institute. Margrete was sure that the Russians would not look for her there, although she wondered if her cellmate's death was caused by the Russians.
"Ms. Dragon, you'll be going with Dr. Paquette," said McPherson.
She rose by leaning towards the men such that her breasts, especially her nipples, seemed to rub their chests then bringing her legs underneath her hips. Everyone including Charmine and McPherson were mesmerized. She glanced at her luggage but before she could act one of the workers stepped forward.
"Bellissima, let me help you," said the worker. He was short barely taller than Charmine. His hair was black to go with his dark eyes, mused Charmine. He picked up Dragon's luggage with ease and loaded Charmine's car. Margrete Dragon smiled before kissing the worker and entering the car. As a result, Charmine thought that any brain cells the worker had left were totally destroyed. Almost as confirmation, she saw that the worker was rooted to the parking lot as they drove away.
This is a day of surprises, thought Charmine. First she had found that Margrete had been missed in the transfer of patients to other institutions. Then when they stopped to get groceries, Margrete knew what to pick plus she paid for all the purchases. Charmine wondered where she obtained the cash as patient's funds were kept by cashiers and only given to the patient when they were allowed to exit the hospital on a day pass. The next shocker was that Margrete was an excellent cook although she asked why Charmine's kitchen utensils were still in their original wrappings. Charmine decided to question Margrete later as she was tired after eating the meal.
Margrete woke her and led her to one of the upstairs bathrooms. Charmine felt her clothes being removed. Then Margrete proceeded to undress causing Charmine to gasp. Her naked body was a work of art. Charmine felt drawn to the huge breasts highlighted by loose blond hair and a bare vagina joined by well toned legs. Margrete helped her into the bathtub and joined her. Both women washed each other's hair then using a cloth began to clean each other.
Much to Charmine's surprise, Margrete was an excellent lover. For the first time in her life, the secret of her clit was unlocked. She was in a different universe with flashing yellow lights. The bathroom was left behind although she was aware of sucking Margrete's nipple. Eventually, she began to shudder, gasping then felt herself go limp. Her hands squeezed Margrete's breast before she collapsed spent on her lover. Even when Margrete dried her, she had another orgasm. She fell into a deep sleep after another massive orgasm when they went to bed. Never in her life had she been so aroused and so satiated.
