Hey Scoob, you seem different today, did you get a haircut or something?
the ammount of redraws, repaints and other changes, like hands, face, hair and boobs I did with this one is quite frankly stupid. The indecisiveness is something I must avoid in the future for the sake of my time and sanity. Heres a little idea of what that some of that looks like, and I started 6 of these at once, and kept working on each of them without finishing them, which should give you a bit of an idea what Ive been up to the entirety of last week. I pulled to 48 hour sessions and still was not satisfied enough with either one to post it. It was excellent practice though.
Im going to probably finish another one or 2 of the Velma pinups I started and might just show some of the others as scraps/wips or save them for a different project later.
The good news is, Im much more confident in my painting now and I think Im starting to get better at drawing Velmas face.
Bat girl
Let shad take his time with this if you have a problem then go fuck yourself I mean also fuck yourself if you enjoy this
In short haters fuck off
+1
you want to exchange nudes with me, add kik alef 567 i show you my dick
Thanks shad
Hurry the fuck up, no one here cares about how good your art is if it takes 2 weeks to produce. Not only that but you straight up lied to us by saying you would do 3 updates a week. I dont wanna see any if your dicksucking gay ass fans respond saying “he can do what he want” sure he can, but i can still fucking complain and call him out on his bullshit
fuck off
Actual retard, try finishing high school. :)
Agree with this, why fucking lie you’re going to do it and act so professional about it, only to then post twice in two weeks. Shad dickriders are cringe as fuck.
He obviously is struggling with being overly critical of his art and it shows with how many redraws he does. He means to go at the scheduled pace but his confidence wont allow that.
you’re kind is the only cringe: self-centered, demanding, rude assholes.
Calling out total jerks isn’t “dickriding” — it’s pointing out asshole behavior.
Try not to be one, if you’re capable at all. My guess is, you aren’t.
Your*
yea hes got the right idea, he just needs to educate himself a little
you guys are arguing on a fucking porn site.
Haha go back to the kitchen and make a sandwich, broad. Your unintelligent opinion isn’t valid here.
Yeah but TEN DAYS cmon man
Didn’t Shad say he wanted to do 2-3 updates a week ?
lol, you believed that?????
The key word there is “wanted.”
Why are you such a ‘sperg?
q
shad you fucking nigger where is the new content
Shaggy fucks his dog
Now there’s an idea
Awesome artistry here, been really rewarding watching you improve over the years. Think it’s dope you’re taking time to mix it up & hone your skills. Hope you come back to Raven x Starfire though – wasn’t a fan initially but it built to an interesting place & had some real intensity
Elsa frozen 2
Hey shad, you dead? :P
Yeah he’s dead carry on
Give her anal
Velma looks adorable in this ngl
(ive busted to this like 8 times)
She looks like a pig bro
She really does
Velma is gross. The nerdy, fatty librarian type makes me want to vomit.
Wasnt this supposed to be the raven-starfire ending week?
I’m just saying, but Daphne’s shadow has a dick.
You might be seeing shit
That’s Shaggy dumbass.
No. That is indeed Daphne. And that could be a strap on she’s wearing.
Shaggy has some nice nails then 🤡
This actually looks good.
I say this cuz I don’t like your art but I like you as a person, and this looks better than usual.
Hey Shäd.
I really enjoy your new art style and I think that taking all your time to make something good is completely understandable, but I think that you should define the frequency of your posts. The thing is, with that defined, we will be able expect a new one in a certain date, it’s just that, I hate entering your page and realizing you still haven’t uploaded anything and not knowing when you will do.
Keep it up Shäd you’re awesome!
add me on kik: serpentcro
https://youtu.be/gNTDoOmc1OQ
someone please press your tip against my boy hole. Let’s msg over kik @FrozenParticle
someone please press your tip against my boy hole. Msg me @FrozenParticle on kik
Any nudes u have of any chick or any nudes that want to be sent you can send them Kik @demon.abc123
You should do some more art on noodle – gorillaz
listen man i get it u want to get better and i like the updated style but itd be really nice if u had some sort of schedule like every 3-4 days or every monday and thursday something like that please man
Shad, I know all these people are highkey rushing you but bruh im horny af pls i wanna beat my dick to that good shit
no cap
Whos a good velma lol
Hey Shad, How’re things going man? We’re worried about you, an update would be nice. <3 (semi homo)
Hey cuckman finish the fucking starfire x raven comic already you goddamn nigger. Now put on your big boy pants and quit being a little incel twink.
ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA
Yes
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA
Very yes
honestly i would prefer if you did more frequent, less detailed comics than these once-every-two-weeks pinups. the art is good, yeah, but i just want some comics of people fucking
Yeah dude same
Same.
I’d rather Shad make things the man is happy with, but ok I guess…
Shut the fuck up
bruh
Looking for someone to draw me either:
fubars.pw/video-4918
Getting gangbanged
Blowbanged
Tentacle all the way thru
Or getting facefucked by a huge dick
Will pay in live nudes a d 2 sex tapes
Hmu
ImTheMonsterRAWR
If you cant draw but still interested in buying nudes hmu on kik
ImTheMonsterRAWR
Lmao fuck off loser. How desperate are you selling off your body like that. Your parents must be so proud.
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’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😊 .
UR A LOSER COPYPASTA SPAMMER WITH NO LIFE
Can you do the queen from snow white plzzzzz
Hey Shad 2 things, 1 I’m a little confused because you said you would have the star fire and Raven pages done like a week ago or 2 and havent posted them yet and also I have a request for you to do Camren Bicondova who is 20 years old and played Catwoman on Gotham. Would really love it if you gave it some thought been following your work since the She Deadpool comic you did.
Hey Shad 2 things, 1 I’m a little confused because you said you would have the star fire and Raven pages done like a week ago or 2 and havent posted them yet and also I have a request for you to do Camren Bicondova who is 20 years old and played Catwoman on Gotham. Would really love it if you gave it some thought been following your work since the She Deadpool comic you did.
Please do shrek!!!
Plz do Daphinie
Go back to raven plz 😢
why is this community so hostile towards each other, why can’t we just admire shad’s work, they’re other artists who take just as long as shad does, their community isn’t as toxic as this one and we come all here to do the same thing, we either admire the work or whack off to it.
Frig off, Barb!
Go eat a cheesburger
We are literal scum. You cant expect a depraved porn addict to behave well with anonymity
Why can’t you just let it be what it is?
I have no idea, it makes me sad every time i look at the comments.
The toxic commenters here think this is a place for genuine degenerates
There is a MAJOR difference when you go to his discord; people there are actually stable
Depends on the channel. Some mods actually abuse of their power (not on Shadbase’s of course)
his discord is by far the worst discord i have ever been in. everyone there is a massive faggot, absolutely abhorrent. 2/10, do NOT recommend
What do you mean the people on his discord are the most degenerate faggots in the world
I agree, we could be less toxic to each other regardless of the fact we are porn deprived scum. But, we must also acknowledge the small group we like to call I like to call..wankers. Just beat your dick, or cooch, or gooch, whatever you like. Enjoy ya damn self, cuz life is short and I for damn sure nut shorter now that im here :)
Amazing
Im pretty sure shad is working on the ending of starfire and raven comics and its gonna be DOPE and LIT. Y’all just haters LMAO it’s gonna be the most amazing comics on the universe
Someone must be new here cuckman doesn’t finish comics. I think its his way of trying to get back at a world that constantly keeps him a little incel twink.
Seems shad went from wanting to post two times a week to only posting once in two weeks?
’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😊 .
Let me see that ass
I would say you would be a great Shadtrap
He’s NOT 18
That ISN’T his photo
He’s so desperate for new victims (who leave after they see this constantly spammed post is actually a bullshit come-on) that he must keep posting the same lie over and over.
Now watch him post the same BS again within 12 hours…
’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😊 .
TRANSLATOR: “I’m an obese 45 year-old pedophile with a flat, hairy pimpled ass with constant anal leakage from assfucking myself with a baseball bat, and I’m trying to lure bisexual/gay teenage boys into camming so I can take snapshots for my jackoff photos.”
We already knew that about you dumbfuck. How about you tell us something we don’t know, like how does it feel to be shads personal cock sleeve?
Draw a trap son doing a blowjob his dad
He’s drawn that before
Add my kik niceboi76 to see my asshole
but really futa raven on futa starfire is what we all want
man, i really gotta appreciate your talent
your art’s fuckin amazing
Shadi is back :D
Looking for someone to draw me either:
Getting gangbanged
Blowbanged
Tentacle all the way thru
Or getting facefucked by a huge dick
Will pay in live nudes a d 2 sex tapes
Hmu
ImTheMonsterRAWR
If you cant draw but still interested in buying nudes hmu on kik
ImTheMonsterRAWR
Go to Patreon you cheap fuck. Unless you’re an actual celebrity your nudes aren’t worth shit.
Imagine if porn was real and no one wanted shitty low-quality nudes from some random 4/10 online
Your body has no value here, back your commissions with money like everyone else.
I want more yiff
Please finish raven and starfire
agree
More indeed
This but unironically.
This comment makes me want to smash your head in.
Cope.
Please
Maybe some comics now? Please
MORE <33333
trash site lul
Release normal porn, im tired of your gay shit
He’s doing what he wants and quite frankly I like it. There’s plenty of other places for porn comics so don’t complain while you’re here.
What are you getting Out of white knighting this hard? shads shit the bed and blindly screeching that everything’s peachy keen Only makes you look like even more of a retard
What are YOU getting out of tearing down Shad and white knighting his detractors?
If you hate Shad or his new style so much you should just leave.
Or do you enjoy being a juvenile asshole so much you can’t help it?
Seriously, I might not like the direction shad is sprinting towards but even im not that much of a dickhead. For once I actually agree with DF.E.
Shut up LaPedofag, no one cares what a baby raping cunt like you thinks, make the world a better place and opt out
Go away, you’re wasting your breath on someone who sees you as nothing but a psychotic nuisance. You want to talk about me killing my self well hows this for funny you talk like if you’re below the age of 13 you should be in a fucking nut house, if you’re 13-18 you should be in a maximum security detention center, and if you’re an adult well frankly you should be thrown in jail FOR LIFE, you’re a fucking lunatic and im done trying to convince you to stop being one (to be fair I was done trying a while ago.) you can say what ever you want but I bet if you knew me you wouldn’t have the fucking balls to try killing me. Because you’re nothing but a coward and a lunatic who hides behind the Anonymous tag.
What do you get out of virtual sucking shads cock ya pathetic fuck? We hate that shad says he’s gonna start posting regularly and then doesn’t, we’re hate that he never finishes anything he half starts, and we’re hate that when he was posting he was posting low quality when compared to past works. So instead of praising everything about him how about you shut the fuck up, open your eyes and realize like the rest of us that shads dead and the hack that we are left with is slowly destroying everything.
If you “hate” what Shad’s been doing (which has gone on for well over a year) then why the fuck do you keep coming back? Do you honestly think all of your whining and crying will change anything?
Shad isn’t your mommy and isn’t going to change your diapers. Now FUCK OFF.
hello reddit, still as cringey as ever i see. Goodbye reddit :D
If you “hate” the comments we’ve been making (which has gone on for well over a year) then why the fuck do you keep coming back? Do you honestly think all of your whining and crying will change anything?
We aren’t your mommy and aren’t going to change your diapers. Now FUCK OFF dumbfuck .
Not sure how this is gay idiot. I mean last i checked a nude woman is pretty straight unless your a woman yourself.
What the hell are you on about? This is normal as it gets.
Would you prefer shad go back to his trap phase?
BECAUSE IM SURE THE SISSIES HERE WOULD!
Stfu
Go fuck your self because that’s what shad wants you to do
Nah fam this shit good
U afraid of catching the gay?
Pussy
sd ffor sucks dick
Like it?
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More!
Yeees!
Love it!
Nice video)
Source?
Aye can we get somethin for Fairy Tail since that ended not too long ago
Draw sniper wolf
Shad, I simply adore your artwork. Youu gotta do Bea from Pokemon SWSH
Make them fuck and rim scooby
fucking furry
Yo Shad, where that new-new at bud?
Guys it’s not futa daphne in the back it’s her wavy skirt
Nah, Shad left a comment stating it is Daphne, but she doesn’t have a cock. Take a look back on the other pages.
Really hoping for a dick-free lesbian fuckfest.
bruh yall stupid thas literally daphne
Is that shaggys hand on top or Fred and I love it btw but want to see more
OWO
Daphne
Hoping for some new shit to start of Destroy Dick December, guess not
fucking draw that SSSniperwolf slut already shad
Need some Merrin or Trilla from Jedi Fallen Order!!!
id love a female guts.
I need my uncut cock serviced
Kik: kory22006
Ahegao elsa frozen 2
Frozen 2 please
Hmu ClappingLights2 on Kik I’m male I can be a friend, rp, or trade.
Where’s Raven and Starfire?
Please do frozen 2
Oh boy! We get to stare at this for the better half of a month! Whoopie!
Not worth the wait and hate the new style
I’m still looking for who the fucked asked you
it’s his opinion fucktard.
I looked at this image 20 times and just figured out that was Velma
I can’t believe I’ve looked at this image like 20 times and I’m now just realizing there’s a futa Daphne in shadows
It’s her skirt
me too bruh
Kik me. 25 Brazilian and Japanese
ImTheMonsterRAWR
I love being a sub and getting throatfucked
Hmu
any fembois who want some good dick message here:buug_boy
Draw Mrs Claus this year
Soy gay
shadow = trap daphne?
Go back to comics
Id like to see her tits get milked
Love all your work shad always going down into the smallest of details as her hair you can see the individual strands love your artwork keep it up
M16 Add me on kik at AlexRaul24
Bi and Horny
Elsa frozen please
Just finished sea of solutude, since you done a little nightmare drawing I hope you draw kay too
hah yes this stimiulateds meses
this stimulates me
f16 message me on kik bbbygirl
im bi, bored, and horny
east coast area
Elsa frozen please
Ever since the first time I saw lewds drawn of Velma she’s been the biggest crush of mine. And your artworks of her are like the forbidden apple of god.
You amaze me every time. Love your work so much
more pls
Yo Shad. Just ignore this bunch of ungrateful bastards. Your art is awesome and its good to hear that you are getting more confident about your paintings. Life is a struggle so just keep on paddling <3
Do bleach hentai
Omg look at the shadow!!! Its daphne!! And… i think she has a dick!!! :D
I’m an 18 bi male who likes most things on shadbase. I have a nice feminine butt if you’re curious. Ignore the fake negative comments that look like they’re different people, there’s a no life loser who leaves edgy comments like they’re from different people. since it is all anonymous. My kik is bottomcream. I like male female femboys trans, add me and see this butt for yourself 😊 .
Stfu
Shut up fag
Stupid Fag
fucking retard
not 18
not his picture
so desperate he must keep spamming to find new victims
Not 18
Not his picture
So desperate he has to keep spamming this.
Shads art has always been fantasy`s come true so stfu
shad’s content has been meh for the past 2 years
reply if you agree
Agreed
Yup
This. He lost his mojo throughout 2017. However, I do enjoy when he spends good time on a pinup. I can’t complain about this masterpiece. I would put it on my wall if I had the right place.
There is this pokemon that the fan base is very protective of. So we should all respect that and make sure that nothing happens to it.
For fuck’s sake, this must be one of the most god awful fanbase I’ve seen on the planet…
If Shad draws what he wants, you complain about him not caring about his fanbase, saying ”we made you” and shit like that. First of all, you’re not the one spending hous in front of a tablet to please an army of ingrates. Second of all, I don’t know why we have to say this time and time again: SHAD. DRAWS. FOR. FREE. He doesn’t owe you jackshit. Except maybe fanart, but the people who draw fanart are usually pretty respectful.
If Shad caters to a specific group, you complain about him being a ”pandering shill that’s marketing towards a bunch of faggots.” What the fuck? Shad has always been diverse about the types of *fetishes* he interprets. You guys act like he used to be as squeaky clean as a pornhub premium video. Also fuck you, this is 2019 (almost 2020). People shouldn’t be afraid to share their fetishes/sexuality on the internet, mush less a nsfw art site.
If Shad posts his art almost daily, you complain about it being a rushed cash grab. Sure, his stuff in late 2018 – early 2019 was pretty rushed and had artistic flaws. But you know what Shad did/what you guys would probably never do? He took the time and effort to improve and better his work. But y’all still complainin’, tho!
If Shad takes his time to polish his stuff, you all complain that he’s a slacker, and that it still looks like shit. I hope Trisha Paytas and JoeysWorldTour waterboard you with their putrid diarrhea. Put yourself in his shoes for a sec. You just spent hours, nights even, rewriting and correcting an essay that’s due for tomorrow. The morning after, your greasy ass teacher tries to mumble through his stale cheetos: ”Looks like shit, why did you even submit this lol?” Understandably, you’d be upset, right? Why does he brush off my hardwork with a bunch of profanity?
In my mind, Shad is a porn artist, but an artist nonetheless. And artists should ALWAYS have their creative liberty. You guys sound like the same fucks who complained about the Sonic movie design, then brushed it off as a clever marketing technique. You don’t give a shit about people’s efforts, even when you requested that effort in the first place, do you?!
P.S. Shad, I really like this one. It’s got great anatomy, and the hair’s great. Take your time with your work. After all, you are human, and humans have lives, no matter how ”nonexistant” they say it is.
Amen
#FACTS
Yes this guy is right
totally agree with you
+1
Yea, take your time and enjoy what you do
nigga u gay, shad doesn’t draw for free, he draws for ad revenue
Yeah, and if you couldn’t tell, viewers don’t pay the ad revenue, so you still don’t owe him shit, dumbass…
That’s…
That’s not how ad revenue works at fucking all
You are phenominally retarded, you toroidal vortext of stupid cuntery
Holy shit that’s a great line
Artists should have creative liberty, and it is nice to see a cleanly rendered product. However, its going silent when he PROMISED to update more. We don’t even get tweets saying “Sorry for taking so long”.
Further more, the idea that we shouldn’t criticize people because “They put out content for free” is dumb. Yeah, its nice we get to see this without having to fork over cash, but still, it doesn’t mean we just have to shrug it off when he takes forever to post things, when he himself admits that he’s taking too long.
lol didnt read
… or maybe you could just admit that frequently breaking promises of a schedule and having no exchange with the fans is actually a shitty thing to do to your own audience. But what do I know?! (ﾉ´ з `)ノ
.
“But what do I know?!”
You don’t know when to shut up, for one thing.
It’s amazing how people don’t fucking understand the concept of taking your time… Do you guys know how long it takes to draw? Like actually? Go pick up a pen and paper and draw me a finished, polished drawing in under a week. And don’t give me that shit about how other artists ”take less time to draw.”
>Shad, I really like this one
Congrats dude, it’s good that you like this one, because you’re going to get to stare at it for the next like 4 fucking weeks LOL. 😂🔫
Lol fucking dumb bitch. Have you stopped to consider that maybe the people complaining that he takes too long are different from the people complaining that he’s rushing his work? He’s ignoring his audience and lying to them repeatedly and he doesn’t have an excuse for that. Lmao dumbass women like you should lose their vote and go back to the fucking kitchen
I believe in you Shad!
rip shad again
Constructive criticism: her expression is cringeworthy or out of place. Seems more close to the joy she would get from a friend with no benefits. I see absolutely no lust in that face. Fucking like it’s an everyday task is boring to see. I personally get no pleasure from a pornstar who smiles and laughs every second of it. You kinda need that tension, that sexy seriousness. I get that she represents the loyalty of a dog. I’m not saying you didn’t nail that. I merely point out there’s missed potential in that facial expression.
Lastly, her belly doesn’t look right. Aimed for chunky but fell someone between morbidly obese or non human.
If you wanna post, post, if not, don’t. Who gives a shit anyway?
I would recommend ,nevertheless, that you should keep on destroying your fan base the way you do. Talking about personal life. Deviating from porno too much. Just representing oral or butthole-smell fantasies. Creating a thousand build-up to get them hooked and killing the mood with a disgusting panel or not finishing at all.
I’m not sarcastic, i think you should stop shielding yourself progress by taking refuge on this niche and try your art in the big pond. This negative community can’t be.good for anyone.
Look at me writing anonymous advice to Shadbase…
Fuck kinda constructive criticism is this?!
First of all, constructive criticism doesn’t mean you just agressively bash on the person’s hardwork, much less the person themselves! It means telling the person what they were trying to do, explaining why it didn’t work, and finally (and most importantly) tell them how they could do it next time. Not go on a tangente about how YOU want it, you fucking ingrate.
Second of all, who gives an omnipotent fuck about what turns you on or off? If her face was all serious and suggestive like you said, it wouldn’t fit with the character of Velma at all. It wouldn’t go with the whole roleplay narrative either, because she’s pretending to be a loyal ‘bitch’, and because she’s the submissive one here. You don’t usually see a sub pulling a face that’s both serious AND lusting. You can clearly see the lust in the face too. Notice how she looks slightly intoxicated? Yeah, some people don’t turn into serious sex gatekeepers when they have sex, dude. Then again, what would you know about real sex?
Third of all, the belly looks fine. 1: Velma clearly isn’t the most athletic member of the gang, and you clearly aren’t familiar with anatomy and posing. 2: Her belly’s pointing downwards. That means her gut’s being pulled down by gravity, which makes bellies look alot bigger. Try it! 3: Her arm is hiding some of her stomach, so you’re inevitably gonna miss a bit of definition at the top of the abdomen. 4: If she did have a thinner waist like you suggested, people would probably complain that she doesn’t have any internal organs.
And about the whole ”her der, you’re shielding yourself, you’re destroying your fanbase” thing, please get a grip. You may not want to accept it, but Shad is human. Humans have to take care of themselves, and content creators shouldn’t leave their audience in the dark. Or else we get bitchy people like you complaining about how Shad’s a cash grabbing shill that’ll leave us for cigarettes at the store. Regardless, if and when Shad is working on some stuff, he can draw whatever the fuck he wants, because guess what? You’re not paying for it. If you want some basic bitch porn, just go back to pornhub, where people are restricted by the laws of human behavior, their creative boundaries, the lack of budget, the consequences of their actions, and boring stuff like that. Leave the hardcore anal stuff to us, mkay?
And do you know how hard it is to finish an artistic project? What if you just don’t like it anymore? You can’t force yourself to finish it, because it’ll look like shit if you’re not passionate.
Lastly, if half his fanbase is as toxic and whiney as you, it’d actually be better if he destroyed that vocal majority. Because like you said, a community that is this negative to their creator is not healthy for anyone.
Yeah, you don’t know what you are talking about. You caring this much is really cringy. I will spell it out for you anyway SHADMAN DONT GIVE A FUCK.
Now fuck of you ducking pussy.
More like, look at you being a dick who contributes nothing. Instead you take away. Asshole.
Sorry to be a downer, but I’m hugely disappointed that the Starfire/Raven comic seems to be over already… Starfire didn’t fuck Raven in the ass or pussy. Starfire didn’t fuck Raven’s face so much that Raven got bedhead hair. Blackfire didn’t join in and take turns. Just a lot of missed potential…
Draw Shaggy fucking Fred. Pleaaaaaaaase
Shaggy Will erase you with his Only mind power
1 Post per week earns more than 3K per month
Imagine reading that description, seeing how long he spent on this drawing since the last and how hard he says he worked, and still comes out shitty. Lol
you want to exchange nudes with me, i send my dick and you your ass my kik: alef567
Him on kik, Vayquan I do femboys
Go ahead and msg me on kik @FrozenParticle if you wanna play with some soft boy tush. <3
You faggots better be kind to Shadman after this, all he wants to do is create fire content. Get off his cock.
“Get off his cock” he says as he rides Shad’s cock
” “Get off his cock” he says as he rides Shad’s cock”
Love your work shad and it’s great that you are trying to improve. Especially as it is free content.
Shadbase u slowed down to much ur doing like 1 post per two weeks
I need some NEW SHIT
Good god, now I felt like I want some pinups of the new cadet Tala. She’s Glitch’s niece. Take some time to do it if ya want.
Gimme my nut u human shitpost
Oh a new background… Cool?
cumsluts mmmm
Out of all the things I’ve seen here… I’m very surprised that I haven’t seen anything related to Mr. Pickles…
Am I the only one who’s surprised shad hasn’t tried anything with that?
Now that you mention it, it is kind of surprising.
Mr Pickles would be perfect here
Now that’s a good little bitch!
We waited a week… for this?
I’m 10
The length of your dick in millimeters?
yeah sure bro
every LOSER HORNY WHITE BIG ASS SISSY BITCH WHORE need to add me, i got a huge meaty veiny stinking slimey fucking cock ready to bust for a special slut. Cum add me on snap: gtrapficker
Man hands take so much fucking work to draw
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He’s not doing that anymore
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I’m glad that you are working on your art, keep going man.
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2 words(3 words): Greta fucking Thunberg
wtf isn’t she like 16
I’m a stupid sissy cunt please humiliate and abuse me, kik sissyurinal
Please finish the raven and starfire comic. You cant just leave it half finished
you must be new here. Shad never finishes anything.
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Fucking everything pepehands
The only thing on this site ever finished was made by a guest artist
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That’s not shaggy its the other girl
Just look at the shadows
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Excellent work! Can never have too much practice.
It would be fun to see her possessed by a real ghost on one of The Gang’s Adventures. Maybe the possession alters the shape of her body too? Enhancing certain Features, if you catch my drift? Just a thought.
This is my favorite thing you’ve ever done thank you for this!
THIS is what you make us wait 11 days for?
and its fucking amazing thanks shad
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starfire on heat?
She has my moms tits
shit
Hol up
what’s your mom’s phone number?
where’s the Hq
Shädman
Can U do Greta Thunberg?
What the fuck is wrong with you
I agree
i see youre a man of culture as well. I too would like to see that autistic cunt full of dick
PROTIP: Its not illegal to play her angry face speech on silent woke listening to “Jack Off Discouragement” or “Jack Off Humiliation” porn in the background
Okay pedo
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I hope you can return the Mewtwo at some point.
Definitely wanna see a Comic about Daphne using Her as a Pet Slave
edna mode?
Ahh, a man of culture as well.
2 weeks wait for this!?!?
A lot of “famous” artists like Zone etc. Post art like every month/every 3 weeks ( jk zone posts art every 3 months) all the time and most of them even want money for it, shadman practices art in general and you get angry about him getting better at art, therefore bringing us better and hotter art, you remember when we had to wait like 2 weeks because of the raven x starfire thing? The quality was incredible and it was really spicy(sexy, im saying it was and still is sexy) and after that he even gave us a new panel every 5 days I think? Maybe as soon as he is done with his practice in general we will get these high quality comics/pictures every 5 days, oh and I repeat,it’s for free.
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Any one and i mean anyone is trying to get fucked by a 14 yr old kik me
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what the fuck
What the fuck
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I hope some stupid pedo falls for this.
Imma say hi to them, catching pedos is a hard job ya know
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Dora lookin mf
edna mode
yes
what software do you usz for your art?
Paint Tool Sai.
You are the best, i love u
Any one else want shad to make pics of James from team rocket doing all that crossdressing, not being gay or anything…
If there are any actual girls on here, send some nudes my way. Kik is hhh345g
reminder that girl means guy in real life so send him your dicks lads
Ai ai captain
Am I seeing like a futa daphne kinda, curious.
Que rico
Didn’t see that before thanks!
So when are you doing KOMI
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I’d love to see Scooby pound her in the ass!
I’d love to see Scooby pound her in the ass!
ex,,, EXCUSE ME???
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if youre young add my snap: gigglemash :)
You mean underage?
danm
How young we talkin?
Cross eyed Thelma needs to be finished..
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Imagine if a huge, androgynous pop star found himself in a horrible legal jam, was cut off from his money and support system, and needed to disappear from the face of the earth. This part of the story is told from the POV of a dominant transsexual ER nurse in a private hospital near Beverly Hills, California. Our story begins in a near-deserted Emergency Room…
—-
He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
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I love how you can discern that Daphne is standing over Velma
minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing cen
story begins in a near-deserted Emergency Room…
—-
He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The story continues…
—–
The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
ry begins in a near-deserted Emergency Room…
—-
He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
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My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little slut. This won’t work unless you become a real sissy slut.” She locked the door and began stripping off her uniform. “Let’s find out if you have what it takes to do it.” She turned to Cheri. “Get your strap-on out of the bag. We’re going to rotisserie this slut.”
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Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed
ry begins in a near-deserted Emergency Room…
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He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The story continues…
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
story begins in a near-deserted Emergency Room…
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He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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You must be new here. Shad has many fans of futa and gay content. As for the claim “nobody wants to read it” – you mean =you= don’t. People bought at least four books right after the above excerpt was posted. The storefront sales figures show that sissy, shemale and gay content are very popular. Just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean it isn’t any good.
story begins in a near-deserted Emergency Room…
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He lay peacefully on the table. It looked like he’d gone quickly; the doctor didn’t even have the time to intubate. The young man was beautiful, even in death—all blonde and tanned and capped teeth and three-hundred-dollar jeans—but there was an ugly discoloration on his forehead from whatever he slammed his head into. He looked somehow familiar, like—
“O my god!” I gasped.
“What? What is it?”
“I know who this is. He’s a TMZ regular. Chad Chasek. His dad’s the head of production at Regent Studios—filthy rich and more powerful than God. And he usually hangs with… oh shit! Where’s the other patient? The drunk.”
“He’s in ex—”
“Yes, that’s right. Exam Two.”
I looked around. The ER was mostly deserted. I dashed for the exam rooms with Cheri on my heels. I burst in to see the young man stirring on the bed. He’d been changed into an open-back hospital gown, and he was handcuffed to the rail. His face was black with motor oil and soot, but I could instantly see who it was. This was bad, really bad.
“Hand me some baby wipes. Third drawer on the cabinet.”
I reached in with two fingers and took a carotid pulse which I watched his chest rise and fall. After thirty seconds I satisfied myself he was stable enough while my mind kicked into overdrive. The cops and the paramedics probably didn’t recognize him under all of this sludge and grime, otherwise they would have stationed a few officers and the unit would be crawling with news jackals.
I took the wipes from Cheri, pulled out a bunch and handed them to her, then pulled out a handful for me. “You clean the left side of his face and I’ll get this side.” I began scrubbing off the black.
“You look pale as a sheet,” Cheri said as she cleaned the other side of his face.
“Once we clean enough of this off him, you’ll recognize him right away.” I noted her patience was wearing thin. “It’s Jamie Reed, lover,” I husked quietly.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“Uh-huh.”
“And if he killed someone drunk driving…”
“Prison.”
His eyelids fluttered as my lover and I cleaned off the worse of the black. He struggled to open his eyes. He was still moderately drunk.
“Prison?” he mumbled. “Who’s going to prison?”
“You are…Jamie,” I said.
He tried to sit upright but the handcuff held him securely in place.
“What the fuck?” he snarled. “Where the fuck am I, you fucking cow?”
With eyes deadly earnest I bored into his gaze and explained the situation. His defiant glare wilted under my dominant look and cold, hard account of the situation. He started weeping when I told him that Chad was dead and Janine might be in a coma.
“But I wasn’t driving,” he moaned. “Chad said I was too fucked up. He insisted on driving.”
“Whose car was it?”
“It was mine. I remember getting in the shotgun seat… I must have passed out.” He looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“You mean like the press? The cops?”
“Yeah.”
“Nobody recognized you because of this stuff on your face.”
“Someone’s going to notice the car and figure it out.”
“Probably,” I said, resuming the cleaning.
He looked panicked. “You’ve got to hide me!”
“Hide you—a vehicular manslaughter suspect? That kind of trouble I don’t need.”
“I swear to you,” he begged, “I wasn’t driving.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I said a bit glibly.
He’d just been convicted of a drunken brawl, possessing cocaine, so he had much to worry about. I suspected he was telling the truth about not driving but the pleading look in his eyes acknowledged what I knew just as well as he. The feeding frenzy would begin the moment a reporter connected the crashed car to him. I looked between Cheri and him, the wheels turning quickly in my head.
“Cheri, call the lab and get a stat expedite on his BAC.” I’d soon find out if he was lying or not.
My lover picked up the phone and dialed. They picked up immediately.
While Cheri spoke with the lab, Jamie got up on the exam bed on his knees, his free hand cupping his left. “Please!”
“Please?” Oh how he’d changed his tune.
The gossip rags still painted him as a teen heartthrob but insiders knew he was a prima donna, a big misogynist, and an overall jerk. How much fun it would be to tame such a bad boy! My cock stirred in my panties. The problem was he had one of the most famous faces in the world. Even if we tried to hide him, how would we ever get away with it?
Cheri and I finished wiping the rest of the soot and oil from his face, and a moisturizing wipe restored his pretty looks. Such a pretty face for a guy. Suddenly I had an evil idea.
“Cheri, go check the corridor. Make sure nobody has come in.”
If we were going to take this risk it would have to be worth it, which meant Cheri and I got what we wanted… well, I’d get what I wanted and Cheri would be happy because I was. But it wouldn’t work unless Jamie obeyed me completely. Only one way to quickly determine if he would.
My dominant gaze bore into his. “How badly do you want to get out of here?”
“Real badly!”
“Okay then,” I said undoing the bottom four buttons of my uniform up past my panties. I flopped out my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Jesus! You’re a tranny!”
“Very good, Captain Obvious.”
“I’m not sucking that. No fucking way!”
“All right then,” I sighed, backing off and tucking my large clitty away. “We’ll wait for the press. The paramedics couldn’t find a wallet so you were brought in as a John Doe, but reporters are usually pretty good with detective work.”
“Okay! Okay!”
I again pulled out ten inches of shemale flesh, which was already getting hard. I stuck it in his face. He looked up in to my eyes, as hopeless as I’d seen any guy—especially a huge star—and his gaze pleaded with me not to make him do it. Then I saw past his dismay and apprehension: Jamie Reed, hottest boytoy stud in show business, he wanted to suck my tranny cock!
He’s not afraid of sucking dick—he’s afraid of his own desires!
A few tears fell down his cheeks as he hesitantly parted his lips. He looked up at me, defeated. I smiled kindly and nodded my head once in encouragement. The sight of this major star willingly opening his mouth to suck me off made my dick fully erect. I softly stroked his hair.
All of a sudden he leaned forward and took me into his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile at how eagerly he began sucking on my tranny cock as if he’d waited his whole life for this moment. The feel of his tongue and lips, the hot and moist pressure turned me on almost as much as looking down and seeing A-List star Jamie Reed sloppily giving me an enthused blowjob. It was all I could do to keep from groaning loudly as this pop icon sucked me off in the ER’s main exam room. Then I saw his boner clinging to his hospital gown and a deep moan escaped me.
“Show me your dick while you suck me off,” I hissed. “Jack off. You know you want to.”
One second later his hand tore the gown aside and he beat off his throbbing meat.
“That’s it, Jamie,” I cooed. “Suck my hard tranny cock like the little sissy slut you are.”
My words only made him suck harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck him—hottest pop star in the world!
Cheri ran in and her eyes looked at us as horny as she was aghast. “Darling, are you forgetting our Attending? He’ll be back before long. And sure as hell cops and press will come for him!”
Frustrated, but knowing she was right, I pulled back. He looked just as disappointed but mention of the paparazzi made him cover himself fast. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, mouthing “hide me.” I looked between him and Cheri, resolving to pull off the impossible. If he hadn’t so eagerly given into his inner sissy I wouldn’t have even considered this.
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The story continues…
—–
The phone rang and I snatched it off the wall. The lab gave me the result. I estimated his weight and did some math in my head. He probably had been too drunk for his friends to let him drive. It would also explain the driver side airbag burns on the dead kid.
“Okay,” I said.
He fell back to the hospital bed, weeping his thanks.
“We can’t hope to get away with it,” Cheri protested.
“If we keep a calm head and he does exactly what we say, we can pull it off.” I looked Jamie dead in the eyes. “Will you follow my orders without hesitation?”
“Yes! Yes!” he spouted.
I scooted out to the nursing station, pleased to see the department was still idle. I brought up the computer terminal and did a quick search, We’d gotten lucky—a white, twenty-two year old Jane Doe had died only two hours ago and was occupying a cooler space in the morgue. I entered in a new Jane Doe and swapped identities between the dead Jane Doe and the new patient I’d just created out of thin air, then I printed a wrist band and starter medical record for Jane Doe 2.
Out of breath I returned to the exam room. I cut off Jamie’s current “John Doe” wristband and put the new wrist band in its place. He examined it with puzzlement.
“Jane Doe? What the fuck?”
“Do you want us to hide you or not?” I demanded.
“Yes!”
“Then do what we say without question.” I dug into my purse I’d brought with me, produced a keyring and extracted a handcuff key from the row of them. “Cheri,” I said, “get a large paperclip from the desk over there.” My gaze bore into Jamie’s eyes. “Now when I free you remember the whole world will be flocking here soon. So only run away if you want to get caught.”
I unlocked the manacle cuffing him to the bed. I pointed at the supply cabinet and told him to hide behind it while we got him ready to move.
“I got it!” Cheri announced, holding up the clip
“Good. Unfold it all the way down until the last full loop. I’ll be right back!”
A newly made up gurney rested against the wall of the main ER triage area, right where I expected it to be. “Perfect!” I wheeled it back into the exam room and told Cheri to get my outcall bag out of the spare locker. Jennifer the crossdresser could reschedule tomorrow morning’s appointment.
I left the open handcuff attached to the bedrail and placed next to it the unbent paperclip. Everyone would suspect whoever “John Doe” was, he’d picked his own lock and escaped. Then I pulled the chair up next to the supply cabinet and ordered Jamie to kneel while I dug into the bag for the makeup kit. As an afterthought I dug out a long, red-hair wig,
“What are you doing?” Jamie asked suspiciously.
“Making sure nobody can recognize you.”
Five minutes later I had his face painted more gaudily than a Sunset Boulevard prostitute. I put the big, redhead wig on him and he really did look like a Jane. I handed him a bra, panties and breast forms that our crossdresser client wore.
“Take off the old gown and help him—her. Help her into that stuff. I’ll be back”
I skidded back out to the nurse station, relieved to see it was still deserted out there. I went to the computer terminal and brought up the master nursing census for the entire hospital. Yes! There was a vacant VIP room on the surgery ward Cheri and I usually covered—what a perfect break for all of us, especially Jamie! My fingers flew over the keyboard, reserving the bed and giving it a Top Privacy flag. That would keep away all regular staffers and, more importantly, all reporters and cameras.
Five minutes later I was wheeling Jamie into the private room while Cheri helped hold down the fort in the ER. No sooner had I gotten him into the bed I heard the screech of multiple sets of tires outside the window. Two LA County sheriff’s cruisers had pulled up out front and a dozen news vans and cars raced up the street toward the ER driveway.
“Looks like we got you out of there just in time,” I said. “I hope you’ll be smart enough to stay put. I have this room set up as private, no-contact. Your records show you as a woman and so it’s unlikely anyone will come in here. If they do they’ll never recognize you as long as you don’t talk. Pretend you’re asleep and you’ll be okay.” I went to the door and looked back. “One of us will be up very soon, so don’t worry and don’t go anywhere!”
“What… what’s your name?” he asked timidly.
“Shanu,” I said with a smile. “But you’re going to call me Mistress Shanu from now on.”
“Yes… Mistress.”
“By the way, pretty girl, you’re name is now ‘Mia.’ Got it?”
I left before I could hear her answer. I didn’t want Cheri to be alone in the ER for very long.
* * *
My tummy filled with butterflies when the tall, gorgeous Indian nurse called me “pretty girl” and said my name was “Mia.” It was kind of thrilling. I tried to think of being a girl instead of the terrible trouble I could be in, but it didn’t work. The thought of Chad being dead—even if it wasn’t my fault it happened—and sweet Janine maybe in a coma.
I started crying. I tried not to think of what this could mean for my probation. That seemed selfish.
Fifteen minutes later Shanu and the hot, blonde nurse came back, carrying a big nylon duffel. They seemed upbeat, which made me feel better. Shanu locked the door behind them and then they both stood over my bed. I raised my eyebrows, which the dominant shemale had plucked earlier.
“May I tell hi—her, Mistress?” the blonde cutie asked.
Mistress to her, too? Oh my God!
“You may, Cheri.”
“We have good news and good news… and some not so good news.”
“Tell her the best news first.”
“Your friend, Janine? She opened her eyes in the ICU and she’s probably going to be okay.”
I breathed a sigh of relief until I reflected on the last thing she said. “Probably?”
“She remembers who she is and all that stuff and that she and Chad were in your car. But that’s all she remembers.”
“But it’ll all come back, right?”
Shanu shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the other good news is the ER staff came back to work after they heard about the accident. Bad publicity—being understaffed—won’t help the contract talks. So we can be here and figuring out what to do with you.”
“Have you?” I asked, suddenly worried.
“I have an idea but it partly depends on how the other news plays out,” Shanu said. She picked up the TV remote and clicked on the television.
There were two-dozen remote crews and other reporters on the street. My badly wrecked car sat in the background. That hot Channel 3 reporter, Cheryl Porter, who two years ago gave me a blowjob for an exclusive interview, but then I laughed in her face and left—she stood in front of the wreck with a microphone and a smug look on her face.
“Bad boy Jamie Reed can’t seem to stay out of trouble, only this time it appears to be very serious. His car was found—”
“Sorry to break in, Cheryl,” cut in the news anchor’s voice.” It became a split screen between the wreck and the hunky Latino news anchor behind his desk. “We have a new development. We have Martin Sellers at Canyon Medical Center with breaking news. Martin?”
Martin Sellers looked like a San Fernando Valley used car salesman with a five hundred dollar haircut and a five thousand dollar suit. He mugged grimly into the camera. “Yes, Hernando. I’m here at Canyon Medical Center in Beverly Hills, where the three occupants of Jamie Reed’s Lamborghini sports car were brought. Tragically there is one confirmed fatality. We’ve just learned the family has been told so we can reveal that Chad Chasek died shortly after arrival. Mr. Chasek’s father is Larson Chasek, the president of Regent Studios and Entertainment. The second occupant was Janine Keller, longtime girlfriend of Chad Chasek. She is in serious but stable condition. The third occupant is presumed to be Jamie Reed.”
I felt sick for two reasons. Chad was my good buddy, and even though he’d been driving I was partly responsible. The other was that I was signed to Regent. They controlled my money, paid my lawyers. And if Larson thought I’d killed his son. . .
“Please turn it off,” I moaned.
“Mistress,” Shanu reminded me, slapping my dick through my hospital gown and making me yelp.
Tears began to pool in my eyes, knowing my career was over—even if I could prove I hadn’t been driving. All anyone would ever think when they heard my name was I was a drunken murderer. And I knew Larson. He’d go out of his way to fuck with me, even after my career was over. He’d hire men to fuck me up.
“What’s wrong with hi—her?” Cheri asked.
“I think our sexy little Mia just realized her life as she knew it is over, Cheri.” She switched off the TV. “She’ll be put through a circus that makes anything she’s been through before seem like a day at the beach. Isn’t that right, little Mia?”
“Yes, Mistress Shanu,” I cried. “I have nowhere to go that’s safe.”
“Oh, but you do,” she said, her brown eyes dark with excitement.
“Where is that?” I cried. “Where will nobody recognize me?”
“If you put yourself in my hands I will guarantee that nobody will ever recognize you again. Cheri and I will make you into something nobody will ever look for. It will be like Jamie Reed disappeared off the face of the Earth.”
“What do you mean? What will you make me into?”
“A sissy. A cocksucking sissy slut. Maybe even a shemale, or close to one. Are you ready for that, little Mia?”
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes, you can go face a media witch hunt and the world turning on you like you’re a terrorist.”
I almost fainted at the thought of what was waiting for me if I was caught, which scared me even more than what Mistress Shanu proposed. “What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Prove you can be an obedient little
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I think you made her perfect! Shad!
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Strap in for 2 more weeks of waiting for the last post of 2019, boys. Also you can forget about the raven starfire comic. Shad won’t ever finish that. Shad’s got Halflife syndrome. Tiny dick and massive cuckholding syndrome.
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And here’s A correction to complaints in the comments: Yes he does make a profit, do you not see the adds on the page
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This is Shadbase you idiot, not some random snowflake deviant art artist. He is responsible for gathering this twisted community, so shouldn’t be surprised if we are all assholes. Stop sucking his dick
We require more
Nice. A version without the hand would be appreciated (with her looking at you).
i think Daphne will fuck Velma with Dick idk if u can see on background by silhouette shadow
this reminds me of jlullaby style
I wonder how long until Shadman discovers Jucika
I wonder how long until Shädman discovers Jucika?
Shadbase getting some serious skills
Does anybody knows what have happened to JLullaby artist?
I haven’t seen any new post almost a year.
He stopped. Big sad
JLullaby promised that the only work he’d produce would be good, so he had to stop
Why TF would he say and do that for?
Don’t worry guys we can replace jlulababy with Hary96!
Now Scooby has a partner to “play” with.
I require a SFW version of this one
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Great work Shad i cant wait for the next one
Honestly really disappointed in the lack of quantity cmon man what happened to daily uploads :(
I mean there is definitely nothing wrong with slowing down but 2 weeks for one post is a little too long.
New frogs please leave
You realise its draining for him to draw quality pages everyday.
Stop.
Does shad changed the background of the site?
Yeah I didn’t even notice, although it’s a LOT better now imo
Not that there was anything wrong with the older one, and I’m definitely gonna miss it
I bet he only changed it because people could use it in an argument that shads being a hypocrite about the loli stuff as it had Gwen tennyson in it. XD
Shut up LaPedofag, you’re just a disgusting piece of shit.
All you’re doing is wasting the energy you used typing that same tired garbage, use that energy for something more useful to the world like you know…smacking your dog so it bites you. Though with how hateful you are (without reason I might add.) I wouldn’t be surprised if I learned you actually do that already. Psychotic people often take their frustrations on things that cant physically fight back.
This is his old Shagbase background too, so i’m down.
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