Page 5 of Justified
He nodded toward the wall and I looked to see it was blank.“It’s there?”
“Secret panel.Dial nine, seven, three, eight on the phone without picking up the receiver, then hit the red ‘hold’ button,” the jerk said.
“This better not be some kind of a trap, because that would give me real trust issues and I’ve been hurt in the past,” I taunted.
“It’s not a trap, bitch.Just take it and leave me the fuck alone,” he growled.
“Good.”I slammed my head into his, knocking him out cold and breaking his nose in the process.Win-win.I let him drop to the floor, then I stood up and walked to the phone.I punched the code into the phone, then hit the red button.The secret panel slid back, revealing a safe.Shit.He hadn’t mentioned there was a safe behind the panel.I examined it to see if maybe I could just rip the door off.There was no handle and this was one of those new-fangled, high-tech ones that not only needed a code, but also an eye scan.I turned, looking at Mr.Asshole, and sighed.I reached into my thigh-high boot and pulled out my switch blade.
I leaned over him and used one hand to prop his left eye… oh shit, which eye did I need, left or right?Great, just great.I went into the bathroom, filling one of the glasses with water, then returned to him.I threw the ice cold water in his face and he woke up, sputtering and spitting in shock.
“Open the safe,” I demanded.I was starting to get extremely pissed that this job was making me work this damn hard.
“You’re robbing me, figure it out,” he snarled.
“Look, motherfucker, today can still be your lucky day.I’m trying to let you keep both of your eyes.This damn thing needs to scan your eye.Now, I can cut them out of your skull or you can just do it yourself,” I said, giving him my ultimatum.I swear, if my employer hadn’t been so adamant about the use of very little torture, I would have been done with this shit by now.They made sure they tied my hands.I normally didn’t work for people who made this many demands on my services.Whoever had hired me must have been some tree-loving, Buddhist hippies that thought even a blade of grass deserved respect.
“Come on, asshole.Open it,” I commanded.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, then rose off the bed, wincing in pain as he moved due to his broken rib.He held his wrist close to his side, as the bones in his right hand were completely shattered.He walked gingerly over to the safe and I stayed close, watching him punch in another series of numbers, then he leaned forward to let the eye scanner confirm his retinas—both of them.When I heard the lock release, I sucker punched the son of a bitch, knocking him back into dreamland.I might have given him a concussion with that one.Oh well.I opened the safe and removed his laptop.I turned it on, pulled the little flash drive from my boot, and slipped it into the slot.
Now, according to my employers, I didn’t have to do anything else beyond that point.The flash drive would do all of the rest, I just had to wait.I hoped it wouldn’t take too much longer.I watched as the screen showed a series of numbers and files that looked like gibberish to me.Nerd shit wasn’t my forte, it was Jordan’s.Numbers and coding and syntax bullshit could literally give him a boner, I’d seen it happen.Of course, that worked out for me because I fucked his brains out when it happened.I loved fucking Jordan’s sexy, nerdy ass.
Okay, now there was a bar on the screen and it was at seventy percent.I waited a few more minutes, not like I had a choice.When it finally reached one-hundred percent, I snatched the little drive out of the slot and shoved it back into my boot.I walked towards the door, stopping at one of the unconscious guards.I was buck ass naked except for my boots.I guess they wanted to fuck me while I was wearing them.Hey, I get it.They were hot boots.I hated having to be a woman, but these were my favorite pair of footwear because they were so comfortable.
I removed one of their jackets and put it on to cover up my nakedness.They were both taller and wider than I was as a man, so their clothes wouldn’t fit me, but a woman wearing a suit jacket and thigh-high boots would just look sexy to onlookers.I left the hotel room and, when I got outside, I hailed a cab and had him drop me off a mile from my humble abode.There were some lingering looks as I walked home.I wasn’t surprised.I’d picked the body of some hot playboy model from fifteen years ago for my disguise.Ah, finally, I was home.A gutted out, abandoned warehouse we could easily afford.It wasn’t much, but it was ours… for now.
Chapter two
“Didyougetit?”asked my partner, Jordan, as I entered what he liked to call our operational hideout.His voice was deeper than you’d expect from a guy who looked like he did.Slim figure, about five-eight in height, but he had the sweetest smile and softest hazel eyes.Just so fucking adorable.
“Do you doubt me?”I walked over to his table, he was hunched over some new device he’d been working on even before I’d left to do the job over three hours ago.It looked like some sort of scanner thing, but hell if I knew what it really was.I placed the little flash drive on the table beside him and then walked toward the refrigerator to grab a cold one.I tilted it back to my lips and let the booze flow.Damn, it was good and I needed one after this dumb ass mission.At least it was paying sweet.
“You shouldn’t drink that fast,” Jordan called out.“You know you’re a lightweight.”
I swallowed what was in my mouth.“Yeah, but I’d only be drunk for a little while,” I replied.It was true.After I got my powers, my tolerance for booze dropped to an all-time low.At least I didn’t stay drunk long and never had to worry about hangovers.
He looked up from his device to pick up the drive, examining it as if it would look different from any other normal flash drive simply because it happened to contain some very important secrets one company really wanted to steal from another.While he looked over the thing, I stripped out of the jacket and boots, then transformed back into my own hot, male body.The transformation process always felt weird.Mainly because it hurt like hell and I wasn’t fond of having to do it.Feeling my bones stretching, breaking, and reforming to adapt to the new height and shape was always a pain in the ass.My indestructible skin was unaffected as it stretched or shrunk to whatever form I’d taken.It was just the bones adjusting that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Ahhh fuck!”I groaned in pain, panting heavily while the final stages of my transformation completed and I was back in my own skin.I was Eric Cayden again.That sexy, six foot Adonis—as I’ve been called—with the athletic, toned physique that I worked hard to maintain.I have green eyes, dark curly hair, strong jawline, and a nine-inch, cut cock.I also happened to be sporting a two-week old beard that Jordan begged me not to shave.
Yeah, I was fucking hot as shit, and if you wanted to call me arrogant, so be it.I knew I looked good.I think it’s important to have a high opinion of yourself.God knows enough people in your life will try to cut you down, so you have to love yourself.That’s a lesson I learned from my mom.As for the morphing thing, the entire process for me to change took about one minute either way, but still… fuck that minute.Shit was a minute of agony and I rarely did it unless I had to.I preferred to transform into other men.That way, I didn’t have too much pain to endure, especially if the man I was turning into was the same height and body size that I was.
I reached down between my legs.“Ahhh yeah, there you go, boys, so happy to see you again,” I said to myself as I fondled my junk.Jordan had a change of clothes waiting for me on the sofa, and on top of that were my eye glasses.During my mission, I wore my contacts.Yeah, with great power does not come great vision.I put on the jogging pants and t-shirt.Underwear wasn’t necessary.Sometimes I liked to let my boys breathe.I went into the bathroom and removed my contacts, putting them in their container, and slipped my glasses on.My one imperfection… or one of my biggest attractive attributes, depending on what turned you on.
“Can’t believe they were willing to pay us twenty-thousand dollars to reclaim this,” Jordan said.
“That’s because it’s worth more than that.”I plopped down in my favorite worn out chair and stretched my long legs out in front of me.The ass grooves in my chair fit me to a T, which was why I’d kept it even as we moved from one location to another despite Jordan’s protests.“You know what?For the amount of bullshit I had to endure tonight, I’m thinking we undercharged them.”
“Did you have any problems obtaining it?”Jordan asked me.“I noticed that you aren’t wearing the same outfit you left in.”
“Humph, I didn’t think you took your attention off your gadgets long enough to notice,” I teased.
“I always notice you,” he said as he turned to get a good look at me as I took a swig of my beer.
Okay, that was flattering.
I shook my head.“Serious problems, no, not really.Nothing I couldn’t handle, of course.It was actually quite interesting.For the first time ever, I got my pussy ate.Didn’t know it felt that good.”
