So Renee’s exploits have been made known to him. The question... known to him as a purveyor of oral sex or anal... the difference being whether Renee’s birth gender has been divulged to Wadsworth Danforth McBride.
Yet, with Waddy’s propensity to cross-dress, does it matter?
So we arrange a little cruise. I tell Waddy the ultimate destination is Cartagena, Colombia, preveniently countering his concern over security by stating that I will be adequately armed. His ketch is roomy but can be sailed by two. And though Wadsworth Danforth McBride’s choice in lifestyle is quirky and peculiar, his seamanship is known to be worthy. I know he’ll plan and chart an appropriate course.
I patrol the park for the remainder of the day. Nothing exciting... a usual Monday. In finishing my shift, I stop at a sex shop and purchase a hood for Renee. Black latex, very stretchy, it will cover her entire head, one convenient hole for both the nose... in order to breathe... and for the tongue and lips... in order to... well in order for Renee to be Renee.
I return to Renee’s apartment. My little bundle of joy awaits. Naked, finely made up, nails glossy, earrings ringing, penis clasp chiming as she prances about... offering me a glass of wine then licking my shoes.
I move to Renee’s computer, my little girl squeezing under the desk to worship my feet. There I log into a website from Germany. Instructions in Escobar’s note... Robert Renee Warren is to be delivered in chastity, secured by the most ineluctable device made... The Neosteel belt. I click and find the model which will cover well the evidence of Renee’s birth gender, but also offer access to his tight little bottom. I read over the measurements to be taken and instruct my little treasure to find a measuring tape.
The Neosteel is expensive but of noteworthy quality. I measure Renee then order... express shipping.
I also give thought to my planned Caribbean excursion, then shift to another website to purchase a second device... less expensive... no measurements required.
***
Yes, Mr. Thompson was quite annoyed being contacted by the police... the Vice Squad. End of my shift Tuesday, I enter Renee’s apartment and am greeted with dejection.
‘Suspended,’ Renee glumly proclaims.
To me that means the legal department is weighing the risks of a wrongful termination suit versus the ‘inconvenience’ of an employee whose very presence is disruptive and, with questions coming from the Vice Squad, could become an outright embarrassment. She’ll be fired... it is a fait accompli.
Renee is not effervescent. Has not spent time looking pretty for me. His naked toes don’t glide and patter about. When she hands me a glass of wine I reach forth to tenderly tweak a nipple. This brings a reluctant smile.
“Let’s travel. You’ve garnered a pile of cash for me. I’ll spend a little on you.”
She smiles... wanly... Renee as aware as me that she will probably soon be jobless. I surprise myself in feeling sympathy.
“Bought something for you, little girl,” I announce with enthusiasm.
Time for the hood. I display it... dark... foreboding... it will be as tight as a condom when stretched over my little one’s face and head.
“Take off your earrings.”
It must be disheartening I am sure, Renee spending so much time trying to look pretty and ending up deaf and sightless, but I need to instill concentration and discipline. So I stuff her ears with thick wads of cotton, slip the hood over her head and pull tightly.
Snug indeed... denying sight and sound, I lead her to the bedroom. If I cannot cheer her I may as well cheer myself. So I disrobe, push and prod and within a moment have Renee lying prostrate, her hooded head wedged between my thighs.
Good cunnilingus... yet with much possibility for improvement. The sensory deprivation will heighten her attention to detail... seemingly enhance my taste. And that tongue... so strong... so nimble…
***
Wadsworth Danforth McBride comes through. As expected of the depraved, nothing musters enthusiasm like the semblance of debauchery. He calls to announce his refurbished yacht, ‘The Crosser D’, is ready to sail. We can depart for Fort Lauderdale any time.
While we speak, I click to my email where there has been sent a web address offering the status of my Neosteel belt. Due to shipped air freight in two days.
“I’ll make flight reservations, Waddy. Looks like we can leave Sunday.”
And while we wait, I can set up more ‘dates’ for Renee. A girl can never have too much cash. And now that Renee is unemployed, the otherwise debasing fellatio is the only thing that separates her from loneliness... that and lapping away at my quim.
***
Fort Lauderdale, Florida
Renee/Robert Warren
An uneventful flight, though airport security gave great pause when comparing my photo driver’s license to my pretty effeminate looks. Sergeant Kelly interceded, badge in hand, explaining that I was undergoing therapy, a ‘very delicate matter’, and offering assurances that this blonde girl... well made up... nails polished... in heels with frilly blouse and short skirt... was indeed Robert Warren.