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Archive-name: Changes/ericdil3.txt
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Archive-title: Eric's Dilemna (part 3)
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"Eric, see who's at the front door."
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Eric gave a little shudder. He hated to have anyone look at
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him. But it wasn't his place to complain. About anything! Giving
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his breasts a hefty inward and upward shove, causing a deep
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cleavage to split his chest, Eric wiggled in his heels to obey his
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mistress.
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Oh no! It's the pool boy. Tanned and muscular, Todd from
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Poolz surveyed the creature that answered the door. Her
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nationality intrigued him. Her extremely long, curly hair, dark
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brown with red highlights, the oversized, too generous mouth, the
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preposterously extravagant figure, all suggested a Mediterranean
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background.
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But the blunt nose suggested a black heritage, while the
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slanted eyes, implied some oriental ancestry. A real mixed breed,
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this one. And crazy mixed up also.
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Eric knew what was expected. Cooing, he traced an inch long
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red fingernail up the thickening mound in his vistor's pants. His
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skirt rode up his thighs, letting the shrunken vestige of his
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penis, with it's empty scrotum, show through the lace of his
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panties.
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While Todd cleaned the pool, Eric slowly stripped and bent
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over a pool chair. His groans of ectasy were only matched by the
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slurping of his talented mouth as he licked his lover of the moment
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clean.
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"Eric, I told you I wanted some facial cum shots. You
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swallowed this time. Next time, I want you to hose your face with
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cum. Understand?"
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Miserable and naked, Eric allowed Mistress Lorna to run a
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chain through his cock ring and tie that useless member to the
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floor. Trapped on hands and knees, he endured his whipping and
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remembered. That afternoon, the mailman made a spectacular mess of
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his erotically confused features.
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"So, where are we?" Gone was the blonde bimbo, Alii. In her
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place was an assured young business woman, Alexis Lane Katt, firmly
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in control of her husband's affairs and readying to strike out on
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her own.
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Lorna Reina sat across from her client, relaxed. A large
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aluminum suitcase was tucked be her feet. $10,000,000 in $20's,
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counted, and paid. Business was business. First, get paid.
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"As you can see, Mrs. Katt, substantial progress has been
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made." Gesturing, Lorna called Eric up to the desk.
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It all seemed familiar in some way. This office, the
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decorations, the woman behind the desk. Eric couldn't remember
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how. In fact, he didn't remember much, just what he had been
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taught.
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"Mee nayhme ees E-reeh-kah. Berry eh-plees to meeh-ting
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juuh."
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Eric smiled and curtseyed, that fact that his skirt was
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flashing glimpses of his panties made no impression on him. He
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would expose much more at the slightest gesture from his Mistress.
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"Oh, that accent! Where did you come up with that?"
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"Well, think of it as protective coloration. Someone might
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believe a woman who claimed to be Eric Katt, forcibly feminized, if
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she sounded like Eric, acted like Eric, and could make an
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impression like Eric might."
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"But if she looked like an erotic cartoon and talked like
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there should be subtitles running past her when she opens her
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mouth, then tell me, who would ever take such a ridiculous female
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seriously?"
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"How much sexual experince has he had?"
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"Nothing really. Routine sex with selected partners.
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Straight sex, nothing too bizarre."
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"Couldn't you maybe .. uh, you know, make him really freaky?
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Into rubber or something? Bondage, and things like that?"
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"Certainly, anything can be done at this point, but it will
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require my time, which is, of course, only for sale."
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"How much?"
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"One Million, cash."
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"Done. Now here's what I have in mind."
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End of Part 3.
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