Chapter 13
Gregg Connelly pulled up in front of the clinic. He had been watching Margot pretty well all day, tailing her left and right. Now she had gone into that medical building and had stayed in there for a pretty long time. What was up? Was she going for the annual check-up this evening?
The nurse at the reception desk stopped him immediately when he walked in. "I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to wait your turn. There are others ahead of you."
"I ain't goin' for no fuckin' check-up," Gregg brushed her aside, continuing to walk towards the hall where all the dressing rooms were. "I'm suppose to meet a friend. Margot Jordon."
"Sir, if you don't seat yourself, I'll have to call for help," the nurse told him.
"What's the matter, honey?" Gregg snapped. "Ain't had no cock lately? Maybe that's why you're so frustrated. I wouldn't mind givin' you a piece of mine."
The nurse fled from him. The others in the waiting room just stared. Gregg turned from them and continued down the hall. He wandered aimlessly, not knowing which room Margot was in. What was wrong with the bitch? he asked himself. Hemorrhoids? Pregnant? That fuckin' Phil Daniels probably knocked her up....
As he walked down the hall, he could hear two people talking. One of the voices belonged to Margot.
"I'm not sure this injection will help much," some doctor was telling her.
"I thought the hormone shot was strong enough."
Margot sounded angry.
"It is, but you are a very unusual case."
There was a pause. "You mean when I was Harold."
"Yes. You need a massive dosage of female hormones to maintain your femininity. Sex changes aren't always so successful, Margot."
Gregg listened, confused. SEX CHANGES? FEMALE HORMOES? What was going on?
"Christ," Margot was saying. "I'll never forget that fucking operation. Scared me shitless. Cutting off my dick, and putting that snatch on me ... all those shots ... I'm glad it's over."
"It's not over, though," the doctor was telling her. "You still need these injections. Once a month."
"There he is!" a voice came behind Gregg. The nurse he had just told off had gotten a few doctors rounded up and was sending them after him. "He's the one!"
Before they got any closer to him, Gregg opened the door to the room and stood in front of Margot and the doctor.
"Tell me some more about Harold, Margot," he said, smiling.
Margot was jolted. "How...? What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I followed you," Gregg was grinning. "And I must say, it certainly was worth the time."
The doctor looked at him. "You better leave."
"Certainly," Gregg said, starting for the door again. "I've got a lot to do now."
"NO!" Margot screamed, rushing after him. "No, don't go!"
"Margot, what is this all about?" asked the doctor.
The nurse and the two doctors barged in. "This man forced his way into here, Dr. Hamilton. I'll get rid of him."
Margot was stammering. "There's been a ... a mistake, Nurse Hopkins. This man is my ... my brother. He's been waiting for me."
Everyone was speechless as she took Gregg by the arm and walked out into the parking lot with him. After they had gotten into his car, she let him have it.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled. "You've got your fucking nerve tailing me! You've got no business...."
The smirk on Gregg's face bothered her. "Nobody would have ever guessed that Playpen's biggest model is a transsexual."
She couldn't keep from shaking. "Well, what are you going to do now? Blow the whistle to Mark Spaulding, I suppose."
"I could," he said, grinning. "I could do a lot of things, if I wanted...."
She felt uneasy. "You'll probably want some money to keep your mouth shut." She opened her purse. "Okay, how much?"
He shook his head. "I don't want any money from you."
"Then what do you want?" she asked, frightened.
He grinned and started his car up. They drove for a long time, Gregg being silent and calm, paying full attention to the road. Margot fidgeted in her seat, thinking of everything he could do to her. The bastard, she hissed. The rotten bastard.
It was a while before they drove up to an apartment building. Margot guessed it to be Gregg's.
"I see," she said, fumbling with her purse. "We're gonna fuck, right?"
"That, and a nice blow-job," he said, opening up the door. "Either you open your mouth, or I open mine."
"You prick!" she sneered.
"I always wondered how it would feel with a transsexual. Fucking and sucking ... I must admit, you had me completely fooled. By the way, did you leave your car at that clinic?"
She shook her head. "Phil dropped me off. He was gonna pick me up, too. I can just imagine what he's saying now, with me gone."
"Good for him, the motherfucker. He won't be getting laid tonight. I will."
Margot followed him into his apartment, ready to scream the minute he touched her. She could gouge his balls out for this! Blackmailing her!
Gregg flopped down in one of his upholstered chairs and spread his legs. He motioned to his fly.
"Okay, baby," he said. "Open it up and pull my cock out."
Holding back her anger, she knelt between his legs and unzipped his fly. She found his prick, stiff and hard, then pulled it out of his pants.
"Suck it," he told her. "Nice. Real nice."
She lowered her head closer and brought the long, still-growing whang into the deep wetness of her mouth, licking and sucking it. She brought it back into her throat so that it nipped at her tonsils, then slid it out, sucking it as she pulled it away.
"Uhhh...." Gregg groaned heavily, "God, baby, that feels good!" His wildly expanded cock throbbed deep inside Margot's throat, and he felt her hot breath blowing over the hard surface of his meat. "Suck that hairy root!"
Margot did as she was told. She tongued his balls, sliding her mouth down on his dick again, pressing her lips on the slab of beef as tightly as she could. She covered his cock with lots of saliva, savoring the heavily scented pork with all her taste-buds. Mmm ... she really loved to suck cock.
"Give it all you've got. Blow me hard, baby, I need this. I'm so fucking horny, I could shoot a load halfway up to the moon. I'm gonna make it leak in your mouth, make you swallow it. I'll bet you love to drink cum. Gulp down my jizz!"
Margot went down on him as if she had been starving all week. She gave him her best head, sucking his joint like an Oscar Mayer Wiener. Damn it, but he was making her horny, making his pud throb like that. She felt his blood-engorged cock pulsating in her throat as she sent her mouth down on his thick shaft.
"So thick...." she groaned.
"Thicker than Phil, eh?" he groaned. "A lot thicker, isn't it, babe? You like 'em thick? Thick, so that they can fill your pussy up good? So that when I fuck you, you'll feel all of my dong plugging your cunt?"
His hands came up behind her head, pushing her down on his rod. With his thickness, and him pushing, she choked a little. She wished he would stop, but he was really digging the way she was helpless, having to suck it. She would have to blow him is she didn't want him to tell Mark Spaulding that she used to be a guy....
"Christ," he gasped. "Go easy. You're gonna make me cum sooner than I want to. I want to stay inside of your mouth as long as I can. Gonna hold it back. Uhhh! You're gonna make it hard for me!"
She soaked his balls with her saliva. She gave his whang a bath with her tongue, flicking in across the hardness of his meat. Her mouth seemed to be bottomless, swallowing most of his pole, then letting it out easily.
"Yes...." he mumbled, sweating. He was prespiring heavily, his hands groping for her head, pushing her down roughly on his dick. "Suck it! Suck it hard! Uhhh! Oh, God! BABY, I'M GOING TO SQUIRT IN YOUR MOUTH!! UHHHH!!"
Margot felt a thick spray of jism empty into her mouth. She gulped down his cum as quickly as it shot out of his cockhead. His prick jerked and throbbed as it spit up his globs of manstuff.
"Mmmm...." she moaned, taking it all, swallowing his load.
Gregg lay back in the chair, gasping for air. He looked down at her and caught her grim face. "We're not through. You're gonna get those clothes off and get into my bed. My dong's gonna be hard in another minute, and I'm gonna want that pussy of yours underneath me so I can shove it in."
Margot got up. This was going to be a long night. And even a harder time for her to straighten things out.