John Smith Inc. a Corporate Giant

Chapter Two

She awoke slowly. As her mind began to focus, she remember the tasks she needed to accomplish today. First on the list was to find an apartment, living in the hotel room was too limiting. Besides she'd need an address for her employment applications. That was number two on her list. She needed to find employment. Not that she needed the money, actually she did. She couldn't risk selling another diamond, not here. She could take the Coaster to San Diego and make a deal there. She had her fake ID. She paid more for quality. It would fool even the most rigorous examination.

It had been three days, and the effects of the products hadn't worn off. Her hair was past her shoulders now, a lustrous black mane most women would envy. She'd stopped using all the products days ago. She looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror on the door of the bathroom. She was gorgeous. Her breasts filled out a "D Cup" and the last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself. Her face had dolled up and looked like a younger version of Sofía Vergara. She was going to have to buy a pair of glasses, it will help to hide her beauty. She look between her twin globes past her six pack to where his cock once hung. In its place was a vagina, officially making her a woman. It was a cute one. He'd spent many hours licking and sucking one just like it. It was about medium size with just a little meat protruding from the taco. Her clit, formerly his cock, if she had her anatomy correct was small but powerful. Her first self-induced orgasm happened by accident as she explored her new sex organ, and it was powerful and all encompassing. The next day she went out and bought not one but two dildos. The first resembling his lost buddy called Renaissance By Blush® - Raphael. It was a 9.5-inch realistic dildo. He had to confess even at his peak in his twenties, he was at least two inches shorter. The second called the Romp Beat. It was a bullet vibrator designed for clitoral stimulation.

She was going to have to find a better solution. She needed to get laid. Despite not having used any of the products for days, like the other's Switch® appears to have been permanent, too. She craved cock. She had a hymen until she popped it with her newest toy.

She suddenly found inspiration. This was turning out better than she had hoped. Turning into a real woman meant that she didn't have to hide. If she took a lover she could blend in and with all that she knew about men that would give her a huge advantage. It was after the rush hour; she could catch the 9:55 and be in Downtown San Diego in thirty-five minutes. She'd find a jewelry store and then buy some nice clothes and swimwear. She was going to catch a man.

~

Lester maneuvered the black Jaguar down 3

rd

Avenue towards 29

th

Street and the Metropolitan Detention Center (MDC) in Brooklyn. It is an imposing structure meant hold the "accused" pending their trials and run by the Federal Bureau of Prisons.

"Mistress April, are you sure about this? Without an appointment its going to be a short visit."

"I told you I have an appointment. You can let me off here. Don't wait. Find something to do nearby. I'll call for you when I'm ready. Don't be late."

Exiting the sports car, she climbed the five steps and entered the building. Waiting for her were several no-nonsense guards, the nearest asked.

"Can I help you?"

April's change of attire, a smart pants suit, hair restyled and captured in a bun gave her the appearance of a serious attorney there to see her client.

"I'm here to see inmate 37452-054, Sean Combs."

She said as calmly as if she were talking to the Maître D at her favorite restaurant.

"Are you Mrs. April Smith?"

"I am."

She said handing the guard her ID.

The guard took it and lifted the black antique phone to her ear,

"She's here."

"But...Yes sir. But...I understand."

"Mrs. Smith. He's being brought forward. It will take several minutes. You may use my office."

Thirty minutes later, the door opened, and Associate Warden of Custody, Tyrone Jackson entered the office and greeted April.

"Mrs. Smith, it's an honor to meet you. I'm sorry it is taking so long to bring the inmate here. It is unusual for us to do this, but under the circumstances, we are happy to make the necessary arrangements. It shouldn't be much longer. And if you don't mind, I'd like to stay for the meeting."

"Thank you for your consideration. I'm sure it won't be a problem if you stay. How much time do I have?"

"Typically for meetings such as this, thirty minutes, but you can have as much time as you need."

She didn't think she'd need more time than that.

A few minutes later, the prisoner was brought in wearing handcuffs and an orange jumpsuit. It was him; he paused for a moment then gave an eyeroll and a scoff before taking the seat opposite April.

"Inmate Combs, this is Mrs. Smith, she has a few questions for you."

Combs shrugged.

Ignoring the slight, April immediately began probing his mind, looking for answers to the hundreds of questions she had.

"Mr. Combs, are you involved in sex trafficking? And tell me who else is involved?"

He laughed. Looked her up and down and said,

"Who the fuck are you and why would I tell you anything?"

She smiled...he was telling her everything. She probed a little deeper following the trail he'd unwittingly provided.

"Aren't you concerned about your family being pulled into this? What about your friends and other celebrities?"

He frowned. She touched a nerve.

"You leave my family out of this."

"Okay,"

she said.

"I know you're not the top of the pecking order. You probably don't know who the kingpin is, do you?"

There it was. It wasn't much but it gave her what she needed.

He laughed again and leaned back in the chair.

"Kingpin! You've been reading too many Marvel graphic novels!"

April turned to the warden,

"Thank you, Warden Jackson. And thank you, Mr. Combs."

She stood obviously ready to leave. Warden Jackson stood looking confused. Combs barely said a word and yet Mrs. Smith seemed as pleased as if he'd confessed and named all his co-conspirators.

Jackson signaled the guard to take the prisoner away. Combs stood; he was just as confused. He attempted to straighten his jumpsuit and say something clever but held his tongue. She didn't have anything. His body language was clear. But it was strange, he didn't feel as comfortable.

When April walked out of the MDC, Lester was parked in front, standing with the rear door open and the car idling. Before he could close the door, she changed once again, this time into comfortable denim jeans and a matching top, her hair hanging freely once again.

Lester jumped behind the wheel and pulled out of the stall slowly driving away from the correctional center.

"Where to..."

She was deep in thought then told him to take her back home. As he drove, soft jazz played on the sound system, and she asked.

"When I asked about family, P Diddy didn't think about Beyoncé. She was nowhere in his thoughts. Was he trying to protect her? If so, why? He'd already accused her."

"Why would he think of Beyoncé as family?"

Lester asked as he turned onto I-278.

"She's his wife, right?"

Lester began laughing.

"No... not even close. She's married to Jay Z, for the last 20 years or so. For someone so smart, how did you miss that?"

He took a chance that she wouldn't be offended by the dig.

"Well, that explains it."

She blushed, embarrassed, by her mistake.

~

John Smith loved to scuba dive. His father Dr. Smith took him out once when he was a boy, and he was hooked. However, he rarely had a chance to indulge in the sport. He was meandering his way to meet Chance Goodwin in Nassau, the Bahamas. Since there was no hurry, he decided to make the time. He'd forgotten how much he loved being out on the water and loved the Caribbean.

On a whim, he bought a small yacht in Puerta Rico, a 95-foot Princess X95 which he planned to keep in a Florida marina. He hired a small crew to run it while he entertained a few of the beautiful local women. One of the women was a professional diving instructor who had taken time out of her busy schedule to personally show him some of the reefs and little-known points of interest.

As they broke the surface, John pulled off his mask and let the regulator fall from his mouth. He'd let his beard grow the last few weeks and the rest was rejuvenating him. She popped up just in front of him as they slowly paddle to the stern of the yacht. She pulled her naked body up and onto the platform as John watched, appreciating the view he'd been enjoying throughout their dive.

Ample brown breasts bounced, as erect nipples dripped salt water as she began removing the blue and black fins. He loved the way the sunlight glittered off the water on her bare pussy. Her meaty lips seemed to be begging for his attention. Somehow John was already out of his gear and positioned himself to help her remove her tank. From behind he reached and fondled her tits with both hands. He slapped her ass with his growing cock, resting it in the crack of her abundant ass. They kissed as he explored her body. Their scuba gear forgotten as they carefully scrambled below to fuck.

As he laid back on the bed, she began worshiping his still growing cock. She kept pace swallowing every bit of his nine inches. He knew that was her limit. He could have grown larger and thicker, being the Master of the Ring of Power he was able to alter his body at will. She took him deep down her throat, showing off her skills until she knew he was ready to fuck her.

They kissed and he let her wet hair loose and suddenly it was dry. She shook it out, displaying her brown mane and its blonde highlights. Before she could mount him, he lifted her, pulled her pussy to his mouth, nibbling here and there. It was just the way she dreamed he would. It wasn't long before she was squealing as she came. Although she knew what was happening was unusual, the drying of her hair, his strength and how he was able to shed his gear before her, she wasn't bothered by it. In fact, she wasn't the type to pick up a client, leave her business unattended and swim naked with a total stranger. But sensing he was a decent man she quickly felt at ease around him.

As she bounced up and down on his thick cock, she came again. She enjoyed sex but rarely found a man who put her needs before his own. Rubbing her clit against him all the while thinking she'd get him off and then she could shower off the salt water. As she continued to bounce up and down on his cock, John loved the way her tits recoiled and imagined them in slow motion. Before she knew it she was coming again. She squealed as it was more satisfying than the previous. She bent forward and John held her as her orgasm continued.

When she was able to form clear thoughts once again, John led her to the shower. They played and washed, and John allowed himself to enjoy a very good blow job filling her mouth with his cum. She was surprised how good it tasted, just like butterscotch.

After throwing on a tiny bikini she followed John to the main deck where an athletic brunette was putting the finishing touches on a savory dish of mofongo with lobster. They washed it down with several Piña Coladas. As the three ate and drank they talked about the beauty of the island and how rare it was to find a mainland man who could appreciate all that island life was able to offer.

Once they'd finished eating the two women stayed behind to clean up as John headed below. When he returned to the main cabin, a tall lean dark brown woman stood at the foot of the massage table wearing only her oil belt beckoning him forward. John didn't hesitate. Climbing unto the table the beautiful woman began massaging his back, loosening tight muscles he wasn't aware that needed her attention.

She was an excellent masseuse. Once she got him completely relaxed and his tight muscles were like jelly, she begin rubbing her long body against his, while taking the massage to the next level.

He thought she would be able to take his full length and thickness and let her caress and enjoy him, before getting into some serious fucking. He felt good. This small vacation was just what he needed. As the scuba instructor and the chef came down to join the fun, they weren't surprised to see John and the masseuse together. They were out of their skimpy bikinis in seconds and waited for him on the bed.

Although neither had ever considered being with another woman, each was eagerly anticipating what it would be like and what all the fuss was about. They kissed. Planting small kisses over each other's face and lips, enjoying the sweetness of each other's mouths while savoring the other's touch.

They turned to watch as the masseuse squealed as John pounded her from behind. Their kissing turned into the tentatively eating of each other's forbidden fruit. When it turned into a sixty-nine, they'd each come once, not satisfied, enthusiastically eating pussy as if they were born to it. This continued for several minutes, each determined to get the other off first. John gave them a little push, and they came together. Their juices filling the other, cumming as they'd never come before.

The masseuse came again, then woke disappointed to find her pussy empty. She'd dozed off and John had moved to the bed and the other women. It was time to begin again, and she was curious to see how intimate she would be with the women. John spread the legs of the diving instructor as the other two worked on her tits. The masseuse was surprised at how natural it was for her to join in, and she was eager to go farther.

John adjusted his cock to the appropriate size and began to fuck her as she'd never been fucked before. The masseuse and chef soon became absorbed with each other. A few minutes later as the scuba instructor passed out from the intense pleasure, John pulled the southern half of the chef to his mouth as she continued to eat the masseuse.

He fucked her hard and fast, she screamed nonstop until she too passed out from pleasure she could only have dreamed possible. The masseuse looked at her sisters in this fuckfest knowing what was in store for her. She was determined to win this contest. He'd just taken out two women, there was no way he had the strength and stamina to take her out. She was pleasantly surprised and happily surrendered.

He laid among them for a while, enjoying the contrast between them, watching them sleep, the rise and fall of their breasts and savoring his holiday. After several minutes he got up and walked about the yacht. It was a beautiful ship. They'd been asking $10 million, he offered nine, and they accepted. He found the small crew eating their meal in the command cabin as they motored back to San Juan. He asked if they could get her into a marina and ready for a trip to Miami. They agreed and he went topside to enjoy the trip.

"Johnny, I hate to interrupt your vacation, but there are several matters that require your attention."

"Hey dad. You've been so quiet I almost forgot you were there."

"I'm here to serve."

He asked what had accumulated over the last few days and handled each in their order of importance. No one knew that imprisoned within the Ring of Power were many former masters. They'd been imprisoned for crimes against the ring and mostly because of greed. Among them was John's own father, Dr. Zackary Smith. He was a scientist whose crime was trying to subvert the ring and empower his children with the rings special gifts. He was also the only person to escape the enchanted prison only to be recaptured by his own son. The mission of the prisoner with the highest value was to guide the current master in the ways most helpful or dictated by the current master. When they'd achieved forgiveness, through fulfilling their mission, they'd ascend. Leaving the prison for all times and being welcomed into the next level of consciousness.

In this role, Dr. Smith served as advisor and assistant to his son. Impressing on him the importance of balancing his actions and not abusing his power. John had surpassed all of the ring's ambitions and was setting new lofty goals all his successors would be measured against.

"You know son, now that you have a yacht, you're going to need an island."

~

She was answering to the name Maria Garcia. It was a very common name, many were of some notoriety, most were not. She'd been craving sex. As a result of her transformation and the products used, she was decidedly bisexual. But what she craved was the touch of a man and the feel of a real cock inside her. Although she thought about reaching out to the manufacturer about this side effect. Two things prevented her, the first was despite being transformed into a woman, she needed to remain incognito, the cartel wouldn't rest until she was captured. The second was that she needed to scratch that new itch, it was driving her mad.

She was drawn to the Oxford Social Club in San Diego's Gaslamp District which attracted an exclusive and rich clientele.

With her looks and her new party dress, she was quickly let inside the exclusive club. Although she'd arrived alone, she'd be leaving accompanied by one of many rich players on the prowl.

Her time at the bar alone was brief. After ordering a

"Sex on the Beach"

a sweet fruity drink, and known to be a favorite of young women, predictably before she could turn around she was approached.

"I'd like to buy you a drink, but I see you've already got one. What is that?"

"Sex on the Beach,"

she replied in the sweet, charming voice she'd recently acquired.

"So soon? We just met. Perhaps we could dance first?"

She laughed. He was handsome. He had a light brown beard that matched his full head of hair. He was dressed in expensive labeled clothes and wore a Rolex, the Deepsea Challenge. She'd recognized it immediately, since when she was a man, she almost bought one herself. They started at $10,000 but could go for as much as $45,000. She could use a rich boyfriend.

Dancing to EDM wasn't as challenging as she first thought it would be. She was a fast learner. After all, what could be harder than learning to balance on four-inch heels. She simply imitated what the other girls were doing, then added a little wiggle of her tits, and shake of her ass, making it her own. After a few more drinks and a few kisses, he finally asked if she wanted to get out of there. When she asked what he had in mind he said he had a small condo in La Jolla where they could have some privacy.

It turned out his idea of small was a 1,153 square foot apartment on the 15

th

floor with an ocean view. They kissed feverishly as they rode the elevator to their floor. Stopping only when an elderly couple entered on the fourth floor and exited on the sixth. Once the door closed again they resumed more ferociously than before. Their lust had them breathing heavily and just short of removing clothing. They ran down the hall to apartment 1555. Once inside they continued to suck face as their hands explored each other's body underneath their clothes.

Her short flimsy dress was quickly shed, leaving her perched on her heels and expensive red lingerie, which barely contained her oversized tits. She was almost frantic as she opened his pants, unzipping him to find his cock waiting. It was average size but may not be done growing. It was her first, she looked it over, so like her own, when she was male. Now her role was reversed, and she couldn't wait to see if she could duplicate the best blow job she could remember receiving. As she pulled the cock forward, opening her mouth, she remembered how erotic it was to have a woman kneeling before him, taking his cock into her mouth and trying to swallow all of it. She kissed and licked the cock all over, before focusing her efforts on the underside, particularly just south of the bulbus head. She knew this was the most sensitive area.