Chapter 1 - The Plan

 

A reddish hue hung over the landscape as the sun set slowly, sea mists rolled in over the dikes, as evening turned to night on a crisp autumn evening. Cristobel and Annabel were busy getting the house ready for their visitors, a regular meeting of the group. Cristobel was hunting for the ashtray.

"Anna, where did you put the ashtray, it's not in its usual place?" she asked agitated at not being able to find it.

"I don't know why you don't stop her from smoking in the house, it is your house." Annabel said.

"Don't start that again, it doesn't bother me her smoking, and at least, it isn't weed," Annabel replied.

"Just wait till Doreen arrives, she will also have something to say," Cristobel said.

"OK, OK, I'll ask her to smoke outside, in the freezing cold," she said in a temper.

"I'll get it," Annabel said, when the doorbell rang, "Doreen hi, Chris has just agreed to tell Anya to smoke outside, isn't that good news?" Annabel asked.

"Great, I always smelled like an ashtray after we have been together, and there is no point in me doing all this exercise to keep fit, if she is going to kill me with her smoke," Doreen said.

"Where is Anya, anyway?" Anna asked.

"I guess, she stopped at the tobacconists, for cigs," Doreen said with disgust.

"Here she is," Chris said, as the doorbell rang again.

They moved into the lounge area, it was an open plan house with a large living area divided by stub walls, and shelving into various areas. The group had got their money from working in the red light district of Amsterdam. Annabel had also married into money, inheriting quite a lot when her husband died in a car accident.

Her sister, Cristobel had also worked in the red light district as had their friends Doreen and Anya. They had all made substantial savings from their work, and they lived comfortably. Cristobel now worked as a private secretary for the managing director of a large banking trust group, in Amsterdam.

Greed is evident in all strata' of society, and degrees of wealth, and these ladies although living comfortably, had designs on a substantial increase in their current financial position.

"Let's get started, Chris, how, are you doing?" the leader of the group asked. Anna, Annabel, and Cristobel all used abbreviated names, for each other.

"Not very well I am afraid, he doesn't keep the code in his safe, drawers, briefcase, anywhere, that I can find it. I have searched every item connected to him. I have tried his wife's name, children, all sorts to get in on the computer, but I can't manage it. We will have to get it out of him personally, I even tried in bed after sex, but he smiled at me, and wouldn't release the code," Chris informed them.

"He is in love with you, isn't he?" Doreen asked.

"Yes, very much, I give him all he wants, and he thinks I love him. Did you see the Christmas present last year, a ten thousand Euro necklace? I have him in the palm of my hand, but he won't tell me, the code," she said.

"Hell that means that we will have to beat it out of him," Anya said.

"Yes, and that is my department," Doreen said enthusiastically.

"Just because you enjoyed your time as a dominatrix, beating those men silly," Anya said.

"Yes, lovely wasn't it Chris, I hate men, dirty, horrible things," Doreen said.

"Doreen your lesbianism is showing. No, I have another idea, listen. There is this guy that comes into the bank regularly, twice a week at least, and he is my height, and colouring," Chris said.

"You're mad, what has this guy got to do with us, just because he is your height and colouring?" Anya interrupted.

"Listen; and I will tell you, if you tortured me, then he would tell you the code, I am sure of that, but I don't fancy, being tortured," Chris started.

"You are mad, there are two rather large and obvious things missing, like 'D' cups" Anya said.

"Wait, what is the difference between men and women?" Chris asked Doreen.

"Well if you don't know by now, you never will know," she replied, and laughed.

"No, chemically, you are the chemist are you not, you helped me with that wonder drug, to go from a 'C' to a 'D', remember, big tits, big job, big bonuses," Chris said forcefully.

"Yes I do, and it's just a chromosome, as you know, we have an extra Y they have more X," she replied.

"Yes, exactly, and if you feed a man extra Y, as in estrogen, they will grow a bust, yes?" Chris said.

"Yes, but it won't be as big as yours, and there are other things as well that are different, in case you hadn't noticed?" Doreen asked adding a funny look for Chris.

"Yes, I do know, but if you are drugged, and in pain; and behind a smoked screen, you see a figure looking somewhat like a person, and are told that it is that person. What will you think, hey? The person does not need to be an exact replica, just close enough to make him think, it is me, in a hazy sort of way." Chris said enthusiastically.

"Ok, you have a point," Anya said.

"Now the guy is single, he has some friends he meets in the mornings for coffee and a chat. I have made a point of going passed them, and acknowledging them. I even gave them all a sweet from the bank, good will and all that. What would happen if say, the sweet had estrogen injected into the center, and I fed him them every day for a month, would that start to help the bust develop?" she asked.

"Yes, it would, and then use the drug from work, to make them big enough, it might just work, but what about the thick neck, and his arms, and the other minor details that distinguish us, like his dick?" Doreen asked, pointing out the obvious.

"Easy, we only show the top half, just from the waist up, and masked by the smoked glass, and the pain he will be in, he will think it is, me," Chris said, with an enthusiastic smile.

"Very well that part is easy, and then we have to feed him the sweet. Why feed him the sweet? I don't get that part, and the glass, not too difficult, but haven't you forgotten something; he may not want to be tortured for a couple of million?" Anna asked.

"Who said anything about a couple of million, I feed him the sweet with the Estrogen in, then we kidnap him, he doesn't have to agree, we just do it," Chris said enthusiastically.

"Whoa there, I don't like that part. I mean everything so far has been quiet, and now you expect us to kidnap someone. No-way," Doreen said.

"No, well I haven't quite worked that one out yet, and Anna you are correct. That is where you come in," she said pointing to Anya, "These two are going to be beating the fuck out of him. They will enjoy that, and so they, cannot be seen, with him, and the sex would be revolting, to them. But you are like me, and if I can fuck a man to get at him, so can you. I want you to give him extra estrogen in his food, when you invite him, to dinner," Chris said.

"Why me?" she asked not wanting to do it.

"As I told you, they would be physically sick, fucking him, they can only use the cane, and beat men; we fucked them, as well. Come on, I have to do it, why not you, I will get about five million per fuck, the number of times I've fucked him, you will get more like ten million per fuck, isn't that, worth it?" Chris asked.

"Well if you put it like that, I guess so, when do I have to begin?" she asked.