Undercover Angel Ch. 02

After a light meal and a cigarette, Michele remained in her motel room sitting in a comfortable lounge chair with the curtains and blinds pulled tightly shut and tried to watch TV. There would definitely be no media coverage of the robbery, but Tony might get his media contacts to do a missing persons story on the disappearance of Mike Harris. She found nothing on the news channels but that did nothing to allay her fears. She knew that Tony would have people out looking for Mike Harris. She turned off the TV and was dozing in the chair when she heard the rattle of the doorknob.

Fuck! She had forgotten to replace the security chain after the maid had delivered the room service! How could Tony have found out where she was so soon?

It was a question of who was the most surprised, the young thief or Michele; as Michele rose out of the chair still groggy from sleep and the burglar burst through the door and slammed it closed behind him. Astonishment was evident on both of their faces but the burglar reacted first. He pulled a knife from his waist and waved it at Michele.

"Shut up bitch; scream and you're dead!" he hissed, his chest pounding.

The bitch was supposed to be gone! What the fuck was she still doing here?

Michele looked at the young man dressed in dirty jeans and T-shirt, his lank greasy hair hung to his shoulders. He was hardly the sort criminal you would associate with Tony Leonardo. She thought rightly that he was just some opportunist burglar looking for easy money.

"Whaaat do you want?" Michele asked, ensuring she maintained her feminine voice.

"What you got?" the burglar replied, his eyes were scanning the room looking for the briefcase.

Michele saw his eyes lock on the briefcase where it sat on the nightstand beside the queen size bed. She thought briefly about all of the planning and sacrifices she had made to get away with Tony's money and decided there was no way she was going to give it up without a fight. She leapt across the bed and her fingers reached out to grab the handle of the briefcase.

The thief saw her begin to lunge for the briefcase and he leapt at the same time. He landed on the bed beside her and they wrestled each other, Michele's fingers locked on the briefcase and the thief holding onto his knife. They tussled briefly but the thief eventually stopped trying to wrestle the briefcase from the woman's grip and pushed himself up so that he was straddling the woman and placed the point of the knife under her chin.

"Stop it bitch or I'll cut you!" he panted.

Michele let go of the handle of the briefcase leaving it perched on the edge of the nightstand. The heavy bakelite motel telephone had fallen of the nightstand and onto the bed during the brief struggle; a tone emitting from the earpiece. They both looked at it and the burglar smiled and reached down and cut the line to the phone, leaving it silent and useless on the bedspread.

The thief straddled Michele's waist, his knees on the bed either side of her, his knife under her chin. As he wheezed and panted to regain his breath Michele smelt his foul body odour and rancid breath. He smiled through rotten teeth.

"Now that's better bitch; you going to behave?" he snarled.

Michele nodded her compliance, the tip of the burglar's knife pushing against her neck. The thief looked down at the heavily made up woman lying prone beneath him. She was attractive if you liked mature women. She was wearing a perfume that was familiar to him and her dress style reminded him of his Aunt who was a business professional in Melbourne. Her blouse was fully buttoned but during the struggle he had felt her large soft tits and they looked good pushing against the blue silk blouse.

Michele's head was spinning; she realised the gravity of the situation but there was no way she was going to let this punk steal two point seven million dollars in cash from her. She weighed up the circumstances in her mind. If she let the thief take the money, everything she had done so far was in vein and Tony would still be searching for her. If the thief found out that she was a man, there was the distinct probability that her disguise would be blown. She had to somehow keep the thief from finding out that she was a man and also prevent him from taking the briefcase. She needed to distract him long enough for her get the upper hand. She thought about what had happened in the darkened car park with the policeman last night.

"I'll behave; just please don't hurt me," Michele begged.

"Well you better!" the thief replied.

He was thinking about how he never got to have sex with nice women like this; all ever got to fuck were the local skanks. This woman exuded a sophisticated sexuality that was very appealing to him. He decided he was going to have some fun with her before he robbed her.

Keeping the knife at Michele's throat he placed his free hand on her tits and squeezed them through the material of her blouse and brassiere the silk and satin sliding against each other deliciously under his fingers. Michele gasped and began to wriggle.

"Keep still bitch!" the thief threatened.

Michele could not afford to let this youth put his hands inside her bra and discover that her tits were actually silicone breastforms. She stopped struggling and looked up at the shoddy looking youth.

"Don't you want to kiss me first?" she asked, hoping to take his mind away from fondling her breasts.

"You fucking try anything and I'll cut your throat bitch," he hissed and lowered his face to hers.

Michele endured the youth's fetid breath as he pressed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Inwardly she grimaced but she responded to the kiss, entwining her tongue with his. The youth groaned and moved his knife hand down onto the bed next to her head and moved his other hand to the other side so that he could press his chest down on hers as the kiss intensified.

She felt the youth adjust his position on top of her as he lifted his knees from a straddling position and forced them between her legs. She was beginning to panic but kept control of herself and allowed the youth to lie on top of her kissing her passionately as she reluctantly responded. She could feel the youth's penis harden and elongate against her body.

The youth kept his knife hand next to Michele's face and lifted his face from hers.

"Don't fucking move bitch!" he said and slid his free hand under her skirt started pulling at her panties.

Michele froze. 'Oh my god; I can't let him there!' she thought.

She lifted her face up to his and initiated a long passionate kiss and slowly moved a hand between their bodies and stroked his thickening organ through the material of his filthy jeans.

"You dirty bitch; you like the young stuff don't you?" the grubby youth mocked and then crushed his lips back against hers.

The fervour of the kiss intensified as their lips mashed together and their tongues entwined. Michele forced herself not to gag from the stench of the youth's breath. She ran her fingers around the thickening bulge in his jeans and her tactic seemed to be working. He'd stopped yanking at her panties and was content to stroke her pantyhosed thighs and occasionally run his finger across the front panel of her of her satin panties.

Michele's free hand snaked across the bed to where the phone lay but the youth had other plans. He suddenly broke off the kiss and got to his knees between Michele's spread legs. Her skirt had ridden up and her gossamer encased thighs and pink satin full cut panties were exposed. The boy ran the tip of the knife up one stockinged thigh and across the front panel of her panties and then placed it at her throat again.

"That looks nice bitch but you ought to wear thongs, not those granny panties," he smirked and poked the point of the knife into Michele's throat.

"Take it out!" he hissed.

"Whaaat?" Michele replied.

"Take out my cock!" he ordered and took Michele's hand and placed it back on his crotch.

Michele had no choice; she fumbled with his zip and eventually pulled it down and then with the urging of the knife at her throat, her fingers disappeared inside his jeans. His cock was thick and warm and throbbed slowly. A reeking smell of piss, stale semen and body odour escaped his flies and assaulted her nostrils. She manipulated his hard penis with difficulty but eventually it sprang free of his underwear and popped out his jeans. The stench magnified and Michele was forced to breath through her mouth so she wouldn't gag.

For the second time in less that twenty four hours a man straddled Michele and began to dry fuck her. The youth rubbed his cock all over her stockinged thighs and the front of her panties.

"Fuck that feels good bitch!" he moaned and then lay down on top of her humping at her like dog in heat.

He kept the knife against the side of her head and lowered his face back to hers and reinitiated their passionate kiss, driving his tongue deep into her mouth as he writhed on top of her. Michele responded and allowed the youth to hump away at her, she could feel his hot snake-like penis prod and slither against her thighs and the front of her panty crotch. She let him grind against her as again she tried to sneak her hand over to where the telephone lay uselessly on the edge of the bed.

Then the youth suddenly moved his knife hand and Michele felt the blade of the knife against her thigh. He slid it under the gusset of her panties and Michele squealed and wriggled, trying to free herself from under the youth. The thief cut through the crotch of Michele's panties and Michele felt the knife flicker against her pantyhose encased groin briefly before the youth quickly put the knife back to her throat and shifted back into a kneeling position. He straddling her; and holding her down with his body weight he shucked his way up her body until his groin was next to her face.

"Na.........I think I'm going to get you to blow me before I fuck you," he sniggered.

Michele realised that she was in terrible trouble. Unless she could stop this smelly disgusting youth soon she was going to end up raped and robbed or beaten. She was not going to let this stupid dirty degenerate ruin her plans for the future. She would conceal her repugnance until she somehow got the upper hand.

The youth grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her face towards his cock. She felt his penis rubbing against her lips then he forced it into her mouth. Pulling her head forwards he pushed her face onto him, making her take the head his cock in her mouth. Michele gagged, and fought not to throw up as the rancid member forced its way past her lipsticked lips and into her moist mouth.

"Suck my cock bitch." he ordered.

He held her head with his cock half in her mouth until Michele complied and reluctantly started suckling him.

Michele gagged again as his glans rubbed against her tongue and his shaft slid in and out of her lips. He tightened his fingers and forced Michele's mouth up and down on his cock. He moaned as she grudgingly sucked his putrid penis. Glancing down he could see how wide her heavily made up eyes were and watched as she kept fighting against the urge to gag. The look of terror in her eyes aroused him further.

Michele's conscious mind receded into to a dark place as she tried to deal with the enormity of the assault taking place on her. She listened to the groans and grunts of the shabby youth and the slurping and slapping of her lips, mouth and tongue against his penis as he raped her mouth. She was in a trance, subliminally allowing herself to be defiled and sucking and licking on the hot fleshy organ invading her mouth. At least she had now sucked most of the vile stench off the member assaulting her and she was no longer gagging as much.

She forced herself to come back to the here and now and deal with the situation, and as the youth straddled her body and face fucked her, she again reached out, trying to find the phone.

Michele could now sense that the youth was close to climax as he groaned and cursed and held her head tight is his hands, the handle of knife painfully crushed against her face, as he thrust his invading manhood in and out of her moth. She forced herself to open her eyes and watched transfixed as his groin pushed again and again against her face with quicker, shorter thrusts. His penis seemed about to burst in her mouth.

As she sensed the youth's climax approach, the swelling and the tautness of his penis were palpable. Michele's fingers finally found the end of the telephone cord and she began to reel it in. She couldn't let the youth become aware of what she was doing so she reluctantly but vigorously caressed his penis with her tongue, milking the base of his shaft, accepting each urgent penetration.

Expectant now of the coming release she pulled harder at the phone cord, trying to get her hand around the telephone before he climaxed.

Michele suddenly felt the youth's penis spasm and instantly erupt. She was unprepared for the force with which his semen ejaculated into her mouth. She could not control her gag reflex, but she fought it and simply swallowed each emission as it erupted from the convulsing organ in her mouth. The semen tasted warm, bittersweet and musty. Her sacrifice and degradation was finally rewarded as her fingers closed around the hard bakelite telephone.

Now that she had been completely defiled she felt no shame as she made pretence of compliant participation and moved her free hand up and cupped the youth's scrotum, gently milking the last of his seed with her tongue as she suckled the base of his penis and stroked his scrotal sack.

Michele simultaneously bit down hard on the base of the youth's penis, crushed his testicles in her fingers and bought up the telephone and smashed it against his head. He screamed briefly and then fainted with the enormity of the pain.

Michele pushed his comatose body off hers and shoved him onto the floor. She stood up and kicked him repeatedly in the head until her white court shoe was speckled with blood. She drove the heel of her shoe into the youth's crotch and then suddenly she felt herself begin to gag uncontrollably and she ran into the bathroom and vomited. As she rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash she took stock of the situation.

She needed to get the hell out of here quickly but not draw any attention to herself. She quickly fixed her makeup and brushed her blonde wig. Her clothes were dishevelled but not too dirty; as much as she would like to wash off the stench of the youth and change her clothes she just didn't have the time. She scooped all of her toiletries and makeup into her cosmetics case and threw it into a suitcase along with the clothes that she had unpacked earlier.

She took a quick look around the room; she had left nothing behind except her fingerprints; and that didn't matter because she had never been arrested and fingerprints and DNA were not on file anywhere. She pulled up the carry handles on the two suitcases and clipped the briefcase to one of them.

She bent down and checked on the unconscious thief. His breathing was shallow but regular and she was tempted to kick him again but she fought the urge. She opened the door and checked the corridor to make sure there was no one around and then she left by the rear entrance and quickly loaded her suitcases and the briefcase into her car and drove off.

The night clerk almost didn't see the blue Ford Falcon zoom by; he was dozing and dreaming of money and drugs. He quickly reached for his cell phone and punched up his accomplice's phone number. As he waited for an answer he saw that woman's car continued past the entrance to the hotel and he breathed a sigh of relief. But when his friend's phone didn't answer he cautiously made his way to room 113.

He was immediately suspicious when he saw that the door to the room had been left slightly ajar. He knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds and then stepped inside. The room looked like someone had abandoned it in hurry and there were signs of a struggle; the bed has dishevelled, the phone cord had been torn from the wall and the telephone sat incongruously in the middle of the bed. The clerk cautiously walked around to other side of the bed where he found his accomplice comatose on the floor, bloodied and bruised and with his penis hanging out of his flies. He went into the bathroom and poured water into a glass and came back and threw it over his friends face.

The clerk shook his companion and he slowly gained consciousness.

"Duuuude!" he groaned groggily as he tried to stand up.

"Duuuude!" his friend replied, shaking his head.

About thirty minute later Michele figured it was safe enough to pull off the road to get some coffee and have a cigarette and think things over. She pulled into a full service roadside petrol station and filled the car, paying the attendant with cash. She pulled away from the petrol bowsers and parked in a parking lot behind the cafe so that car could not be seen from the highway. She rummaged around in one of her suitcases and found some clean underwear. She had to at least change out of the panties she was wearing because the crotch had been cut out of them by her assailant.

Inside the café she went straight to the ladies toilet and locked herself into a cubicle. She yanked down her pink satin panties, the saw that the crotch had been sliced clean through by the knife. She pulled a pair of pale blue nylon boy-leg panties from her purse and exchanged them for the ruined pink satin briefs. She recalled the youth's snide comment about wearing thongs. She hiked up her skirt and pulled up her fresh clean panties, the material rustling softly against her pantyhose.

She was adjusting the panties to fit snugly around her waist and crotch when she noticed that her penis had broke free of the surgical tape holding it in place. She pulled her panties halfway down her thighs and put a hand inside the gusset of her pantyhose to tuck her penis under her crotch when she felt a warm sticky mess. She pulled her hand out and looked at her fingers and then smelt them. It was semen!

The youth had dry humped her for quite some time before he made her fellate him; she could see the silvery trails left by his pre-seminal fluid sparkling on her pantyhosed thighs, but he couldn't have achieved two orgasms one against her body before he climaxing a second time in her mouth surely?

Michele fell back against the toilet cubicle wall and recalled the trance-like state she had entered when she had reluctantly fellated the youth. She recalled suppressed feelings of sexual arousal as she slavered at his penis. Had she climaxed??? Surely not!!!

Michele sat down on the toilet bowl and took a handful of toilet paper, pulled down her pantyhose and rubbed at her crotch, wiping away the incriminating sticky substance. The unmistakeable musky smell of semen floated up from her crotch. She stood up and pulled up her pantyhose and panties and straightened her skirt.

She left the cubicle and went over to the washbasins and washed her hands. Suddenly she began to gag again and she thought that she might throw up, but the spasm passed. Had she really climaxed while that disgusting youth was defiling her? She thought about what had happened to her over the last two days. She had been sexually dry humped by a randy federal policeman who had taken advantage of her; and she had just been molested and sexually abused by a filthy young thief whose initial objective had been to rob her.

Both of these men had been convinced that she was a woman. Not just a woman; but a sexually attractive woman. Although she had never thought about herself this way before because she had never associated her crossdressing with sex, it was somehow empowering; and dare she think it; exciting; knowing that men found her desirable. Maybe her desirability was a weapon that she could add to her arsenal to aid in her escape.