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  Derek doesn’t answer, clearly struggling with some internal demons.

  “I said, do you want me to suck off that big, fat cock of yours?” I repeat.

  Finally, Derek breaks his silence; the single word barely making it out of his gently parted lips alive. “Yes.”

  With that, I open wide and engulf Derek’s cock with my mouth, pushing my head down along the length of his shaft until I reach the edge of my gag reflex. I close my eyes and focus, commanding the nanobots to change within my body ever so slightly until finally I feel comfortable going even deeper. Eventually, I reach the base of his shaft with my lips, my face pushed right up against Derek’s hard abs as he fills my throat entirely.

  The man lets out a long, satisfied moan, his entire body shaking from my masterful deep throat. I can feel Derek’s hands press gently on the back of my head and hold me there, hesitating, as if he’s still not entirely sure that he wants to commit to this.

  But the ship has already sailed, and as I reach up and begin to play with his hanging balls that rest against my chin, the feeling is just too much for Derek to ignore. He starts to pump me up and down his shaft, slowly at first and then gaining speed as the waves of pleasure start to overwhelm him.

  I look up at Derek and we lock eyes, his cock planted firmly in my throat. I can’t help but give him a playful little wink, and suddenly he’s over the edge completely, a crazed look of sexual passion overwhelming his expression as he rocks his hips against me.

  I slowly pull his pants father and farther down until he’s able to step out of them, which is all that I need. Releasing Derek from my mouth I stand up and give him a deep kiss.

  “Go to the bedroom and lie down.” I instruct.

  Derek starts to protest slightly but I’m firm with my instructions. I grab his hand in mine and then force it down the front of my skirt, letting him feel the slickness of my tight slit.

  “If you want this pussy.” I state plainly. “Then you can go into the bedroom and lie down.”

  With that, I step back from Derek and watch as he heads for what I assume is his master bedroom, stripping off his shirt as he goes. Studying Derek’s muscular frame sends a chill down my spine, his form a perfect specimen of all that a man can be.

  I don’t have much time to meditate on it, however, because the second he disappears into the other room I spring into action, dropping down and grabbing his crumpled pants off of the floor. I find his phone in the front pocket and pull it out immediately, relieved that there is no password lock, and then scroll through the contacts until I find Tara’s number.

  ‘Need help. Come over now. Door code 2727. Let yourself in.’ I type, then hit send. The second that the message comes back to me as delivered I delete the entire text history and then turn off the phone, placing it back into Derek’s pocket.

  I stand and strip away all of my clothes, still astonished by the ravishing body that moves along with me in the reflection from Derek’s city view windows.

  Moments later, I enter the bedroom and find Derek sprawled out on his bed before me, his cock hard and standing at full attention. It’s much longer and thicker than I had even realized when it was engulfed within my mouth, and now that I can fully inspect the shaft’s incredible size I’m even more impressed.

  The room itself is massive, as well, with another set of windows that fill the far wall from floor to ceiling and look out towards the distant Hollywood Hills. It’s a corner unit, providing two completely unique, but equally breathtaking, views.

  I slowly strut across the hardwood floors towards Derek, enjoying the way that his eyes flicker and dance across my toned body. At this point, he can’t help but stare.

  Seductively, I climb up onto the bed and crawl towards him, popping my ass out into the air as I go and then eventually positioning myself directly over his body. I take Derek’s hands and pull them above his head, controlling him completely as I make my way down his ripped chest and abs with a series of sensual kisses.

  Despite my newfound confidence, however, I find myself trembling with anticipation and fear. Through my new body I’ve been able to disconnect myself from my own actions, create a safe distance with the simple excuse that it’s not actually me doing all of these erotic things. But Alison Hyde and Mandi Evans still share a brain, a soul; and the weight of that is still heavy upon me.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then let go of any reservations I had left within me. Immediately, I reach down and take Derek’s huge rod into my hand, aligning him with the wet tightness of my pussy.

  “Oh fuck.” Derek groans instinctively as I push down onto him, letting out a soft moan of my own as the powerful man slides up inside of me.

  His presence fills me with a sensation that is familiar and warm, a distant memory that had been locked away until this very moment. I bite my lip instinctively and start to grind against him with firm, deep swoops of my hips.

  I’m not fully prepared for the long forgotten sensation of being entered by a man, and almost immediately I’m beside myself with pleasure, my body trembling and quaking as I ride him. It’s as if all the sexual bliss that I’ve been staving myself from has been here the whole time, hiding away in some dark corner of my being and just waiting to be released by the right man.

  “Oh my god.” I pant loudly, repeating the words over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

  Derek’s hands are on my hips, helping to pull me up and down across him in an incredible pulsing rhythm. I can feel all of his powerful strength though this minor touch; he’s showing restraint, his body handling me firmly but with care.

  “Let go.” I tell him. “Just fuck me.”

  Derek looks up at me with a look of ferocious lust on his face, but also one of caution. Even now, as we sink deeper and deeper into our mutual relapses, he’s trying to hold something close.

  There’s no turning back now, however, and Derek is on the verge of confronting this reality for himself.

  “Fuck me harder.” I command, trying my best to give him that last little push. “Let go and give it to me like I know you want to.”

  Derek closes his eyes tight, one last attempt to shield himself against the powerful onslaught of sexual endorphins that flow through his veins, but when he opens his eyes again I can see that he’s a changed man.

  Suddenly, Derek is sitting up and flipping me over with his muscular arms, turning me around to that I’m facing away from him on my hands and knees. I look back at him and smile.

  There’s a loud crack as Derek slaps my ass, hard, then he grabs me by my hips and pulls me back towards him with ease. He grabs his cock and maneuvers it into the entrance of my aching tightness. There’s a fire in Derek’s eyes as he thrusts into me, the massive rod filling me entirely as I cry out with a yelp of pleasure. Derek wastes no time now, immediately getting to work as he rams me from behind.

  I grip tightly onto the bed sheets in front of me, bracing myself against Derek’s powerful slams. There is an animalistic nature to his thrusting now, more brazen than sensual, but the man still knows exactly where to hit me from the inside. Somehow, this is even more of a turn on than before, his gentlemanly demeanor finally cracking before my very eyes, the poker face slipping away and finally revealing the sexual beast underneath.

  “Harder!” I scream back at him, never more turned on my entire life. “Fuck me harder!”

  Derek doesn’t need to be told twice, picking up speed until he is absolutely pummeling me with everything that he’s got, slamming my pussy from behind with completely reckless abandon.

  Deep within my stomach I can now feel the first beautiful sparks of orgasm begin to fly, lighting a tiny fire that slowly but surely begins to creep its way out across my body. I can’t help but start to tremble and quake as the sensation consumes me, filling me with a strange warmth from head to toe.

  The tremors of pleasant sensation keep coming in awesome waves, the space between them drawing shorter until finally it just becomes
one giant ball of pleasure that envelopes my body. I clench my teeth tightly and let out a long hiss, frantically grasping at the last straws of reality before a powerful orgasm pushes me over the edge.

  I’m outside myself now, looking down at my body as I cum over and over again. It’s a satisfaction that can barely be described, a blinding fullness that consumes me perfectly. I throw my head back and let out a howl of ecstasy, unable to contain all of this sensation within.

  Never before have a cum so hard that I achieved an out of body experience, and the sensation is exciting and new. However, as I look down at my own body in the troughs of orgasm, there is something strangely unsatisfying, a nagging disappointment at the fact that this women is not actually me, but a rearrangement of my cells to create someone else; someone who, essentially, is purely fiction.

  I don’t have long to mull on this, however, because seconds later Derek is shaking as well, his body preparing for an orgasm of his own.

  “Cum all over me!” I demand fiercely, doing my best porn star impression. “Shoot that load all over these huge tits!”

  Derek pulls out and gives his cock three final pumps with his hand, then grips tightly against the base as a rope of hot jizz ejects out across me. It feels nice against my skin; playful almost, in it’s erotic absurdly. To go from abstinence to this in such a short time is almost too much for me to handle and I find myself giggling with satisfaction.

  Derek throws his head back and closes his eyes tight, his abs held firm as several more pumps of cum eject from his shaft and splatter across me.

  Suddenly, the door to the bedroom flies open, causing Derek to sit up immediately, frozen still with his cock gripped tightly in his hand.

  “What the fuck is this?” Comes a familiar voice as Tara steps out from the shadows, a look of sheer rage plastered across her face.

  “Tara!” Derek says, his voice a mixture of more emotions than I can count.

  “What are you doing?” Tara asks, a slight hint of sadness shining through the anger as her voice wobbles slightly, losing its footing for a split second before falling back into line.

  Derek is not the type of man to run from his problems, and almost immediately I see him accept his fate. “I’m sorry.” Is all that he says, a look of genuine remorse on his face. “I thought I’d changed, but I guess this is just who I am.”

  As I hear this my heart breaks, suddenly hit with the undeniable consequences of my actions. Sure Derek and Tara would certainly no longer be an item, but at what cost? Was it worth destroying our mutual sobriety like this for a moment of passion, especially given that the underlying motive was so dark?

  Laying there on the bed, covered in Derek’s spunk, I suddenly realize that Ms. Hyde is already growing beyond my control.

  “Who’s this?” Tara asks Derek.

  He looks over at me, and then shakes his head. “I can’t even remember her name.”

  “I’m Alison Hyde.” I offer. “I live upstairs.”

  Tara just chuckles in utter disappointment. Derek opens his mouth to say something but Tara holds up her hand and stops him immediately. “Don’t.” She says. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Please find a new meeting to attend, as well.”

  Derek nods in understanding. “I’m sorry.” He repeats.

  Tara just lets out a long sigh and shakes her head, then turns and walks back out the door, leaving Derek in me to sit in silence.

  “I think you should go.” Derek finally says.

  7

  One of the great advantages to shape shifting that I’d never considered previously, is that you never have to look hung-over or tired.

  As I approach the Allencorp building I’m many times more exhausted than I should be, given the importance that today could possibly have on the rest of my life, but from the outside you’d never know it. Baggy eyes; tightened up. Wild, slept on hair; fixed. Having nanobots attached to your cells is a dangerous game, one with many unknown consequence, but it’s also pretty cool having a permanent makeup kit with you at all times.

  I reach the front door and scan my card, which still doesn’t work. With all of the craziness that occurred the last time I was here, I had completely forgotten to actually get my credentials updated.

  I knock loudly and then wait for Tucker to arrive and push the door open.

  “Can I help you?” He asks.

  I immediately push past him. “I don’t have time for you to remember who I am.” I tell the man, impressing even myself with my newfound confidence.

  “Wait a minute, miss!” The security guard shouts, following close behind me. “Stop right there.”

  I refuse to listen, instead heading straight for the conference room for my private meeting with Dr. Crawford that was dubbed ‘extremely urgent’ according to the email subject line.

  I quickly reach the conference room and open the door, Dr. Crawford stopping mid conversation with a man and woman in black suits on either side of him. and looking up at me.

  “Mandi, you’re here.” Dr. Crawford says coolly.

  Tucker appears abruptly behind me. “I’m sorry, doctor! I told her that she couldn’t come back here.”

  Dr. Crawford just stares at Tucker with a blank expression on his face. “Why did you tell her not to come back here?”

  “Because she’s not authorized.” Tucker says.

  Dr. Crawford just shakes his head and beckons me inside. “Thank you Tucker, we’re okay from here.”

  The security guard nods and steps back into the hallway, letting the door close behind him.

  I take a seat across from the doctor and his two police companions at the end of our long white conference table.

  “As you’ve heard, we had a break in a few days ago.” Dr. Crawford tells me.

  I nod, my heart skipping a beat. “I’ve heard.”

  “As far as we know, the only thing that has gone missing is a single hard drive’s worth of security footage. However, it appears that the woman was also tampering in one of our highest security clearance labs.” Dr. Crawford explains.

  “Woman?” I ask. “How do you know it was a woman?”

  The doctor slides an assortment of black and white photos across the table towards me and as I look down that them my breath catches in my throat.

  “The stolen drive contained footage from all of the indoor cameras, however, the outdoor cameras remained functional and we captured these photos of the suspect.” The doctor explains. “Have you ever seen this woman?”

  I try my best to act as though I’ve got nothing to conceal, spreading the security camera screenshots out in front of me and carefully looking over every one. The photos are shockingly high resolution, revealing every detail of my appearance as Ms. Hyde.

  “No, I’ve never seen her before.” I tell him.

  Dr. Crawford nods silently for a moment, then leans back into his chair and let’s the man next to him take over.

  “I’m Detective Kellogg, with the FBI.” The handsome older man tells me. “And this is my partner, Detective Peek.”

  “Nice to meet you.” I say.

  “We’ve got a few questions for you in regards to the break in, and this woman, along with your whereabouts on the day in question.” Detective Kellogg continues.

  “You’re not under arrest.” Detective Peek informs me, chiming in. “So you’re not required to talk to us, but your help is appreciated. This is a matter of high government security.”

  I nod. “I’m fine with talking to you, it’s not a problem. I’m just trying to help.”

  “Good.” Kellogg tells me. “Then maybe you can help clarify a few things for me; first off, tell us where you went after leaving the security meeting in this room on the day of the break in.”

  “Well.” I start, my brain immediately kicking into high gear, ready for anything. “I left to get my keycard upgraded for the next security system, but I couldn’t find the lab.”

  “How long have you been working here?” Detective Kellogg
asks skeptically. “You just forgot where the lab was?”

  “I think Doctor Crawford told me the wrong one.” I explain. “It was a crazy day here.”

  “He told you the wrong lab?” Detective Kellogg questions. “And what was the wrong lab that he told you?”

  I hesitate for a moment. “I don’t remember.”

  The detective nods for a moment and then writes something down. I can plainly tell that he doesn’t buy my story.

  “So what happened after that?” The detective asks, looking up at me.

  “I went looking for the lab and I figure I must have gotten lost. I started to get a headache and wasn’t feeling very well after that, though, so I just went home.” I explain.

  “You went home, and you didn’t feel the need to mention that to anyone? To your boss?” The detective pushes even further.

  “No.” I say, flatly. “I just went home, I was too sick.”

  The officer seems to be deep in thought regarding my answer, and I can’t tell if it’s because he believes me or because he knows something that I don’t.

  “That’s interesting.” Detective Kellogg says. “What exit did you leave from?”

  I pause and think about this for a moment. “The front door, I didn’t see anything happening out back.”

  Kellogg nods again. “The crazy thing is, there are security cameras on the front door.” He says. “And the back door, too. In fact, every entrance of this facility has a security camera fixed right there on it.”

  “Sometimes two.” Detective Peek adds.

  “Sometimes two.” Kellogg confirms. “Me and Detective Peek here must have watched hours and hours of footage, but for the life of us, we can’t find any video of you leaving this building after work.”

  My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest at this point, beads of sweat surfacing across my forehead despite my best efforts to stay calm. If I don’t get myself under control, and fast, the nanobots will corrupt and I’ll start drifting apart right here in front of them.

  “It looks like your car has been parked in the lot for a few days, too.” Says Detective Peek. “That’s a little strange, wouldn’t you say?”