Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2005 04:45:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha Steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: Great TG Detective Stories by Sasha Steele

Hard Surveillance - two
by Sasha Steele

    The following day Dick caught up to Roxy at the
tavern where he had first met her. The local oldtown
trannies had their regular hangout where they felt
safe. Carl, the proprietor had even set up for them
their own private bathroom. But sometimes, for
variety, the trannies went out to other taverns.

    Dick hadn't known that Roxy kept coming back to
this tavern hoping to bump into him. He thought it was
her regular hangout. Roxy hardly ever went there. She
wasn't known, and didn't feel real comfortable, but
for him she kept coming back.

    Most places would run her out. Dressed the way
Roxy was, she looked like a hooker. The light-weight
black three quarter length nylon coat she wore hid her
enough so that she could pass on the street with only
a few leers and cat calls. Inside, with her coat off
it was a different story.

    Roxy's sexy little black dress was simply too
short and too tight to hide all her assets. The
push-up bra she wore showed a bit of cleavage and even
it (the pretty lace cups and shoulder straps of her
black brassier), weren't adequately covered. Her black
stay-up nylons with their pretty lace tops flashed,
even when she stood, and even though they were drawn
up tight into her crotch.

    Her black panties - now there was a cause for
controversy. Those modest full-cut panties were drawn
up high on her fleshy hips. They adequately covered
her big round ass, though the leg holes ran upward in
a wide V and the material rode deep in her ass crack.
In front, the cock-pouch bulged down against her
stalking tops.

    What was controversial was that, no matter how
careful she sat or stood, no matter how much she
tugged at it the skirt of her little black dress
refused to cover her. And so Roxy's panties flashed
and her cock and ass showed. That's why she was hiding
in the back waiting for Dick to show up.

    Roxy wore heavy dark makeup. Her long blond hair
hung over her bare shoulders in a wild kink-curled
coif. She wore lots of black beaded jewelry. Her long
fingernails and lips were painted red. She had on five
inch black Italian stilettos. She was drop dead
sexy-gorgeous.

    Dick got a drink at the bar and went over to sit
with Roxy. "Hi, Roxy. What are you up to?" Dick asked
as a way introduction.

    "Waiting for you," she said and smiled, a sweet
succulent smile, all pouty red lips and perfect white
teeth. Her beautiful green eyes shone.

    "Buy you a drink?"

    "Sure. Scotch, rocks." Roxy liked the hard liquor.
She liked everything hard. Dick brought her drink. He
would be buying them all night. His job, the
surveillance, was going along smoothly, automatically,
no need for his interference. No need for him to sit
there alone. He liked Roxy, even if she was just a
trannie. Even if she was a bit too snoopy.

     Roxy had been snooping around trying to find out
what Dick was up to. That kind of prying can get you
in trouble. Dick's clients were big time. Blow this
surveillance job and good by big time money, maybe
even good by Dick Rafferty. He was the visual part of
a greater surveillance team (visual, sound, phone
computer, bank, tails). No one knew who the others
were. No one cared. He had to end it with Roxy. But
after a few drinks felt himself sliding deeper in.

    Roxy told him about Carl's tavern, where all her
friends were. Roxy was sloshed when they left. She had
told him that she had to piss real bad, but was too
scared to use the toilet in there. And that's why she
was clutching herself as she staggered along the
street.

    "Fuck it," Roxy said, "I'm just going to piss my
panties." She stepped into the shadows of a
store-front alcove, spread her legs. Her coat was
open, her pantied cock protruding and pointing
downward. "Wanna watch?" She said, coy, but meaning
it. Roxy wanted Dick to watch her piss herself. So he
watched.

    He watched Roxy close her eyes and breathe a sigh
of relief as warm urine ran through her panties and
splashed on the ground between her feet. He watched a
puddle form and a stream run out onto the sidewalk.
And he saw the look of pure pleasure on Roxy's pretty
face. It was evident that she liked to pee her panties
and explained some of the stains in the pink panties
he had picked up for her in the laundry room.

    Deeper. She was drawing him in deeper. He had to
cut it off.

    Back at the apartment Dick walked Roxy to her
door. She threw herself into his arms and begged him
to come inside with her. Her cock was growing and
showing. He couldn't do it. It was getting in too
deep. "Look, Roxy, I can't do this. We have to finish
it now."

    Then Roxy erupted with anger. "What the fuck are
you playing at?" She screamed. "Are you teasing me?
Just stay the fuck away from me. Okay." She turned
away, took a few steps, stopped and turned back. "You
know what," Roxy was saying as she pulled the tight
skirt of her black dress up onto her hips. "Just so
you know what you will be missing."

    Roxy slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her
panties and drew them from her hips, over her cock and
down onto her nylon stalking covered thighs. Roxy's
cock bounced free and Dick saw that it was massive,
even in its semi-hard condition. Much larger than his
own.

    Pulling her panties back up Roxy turned and
hurried away. "Sweet dreams asshole," she shouted and
slammed the door closed.

    Ten minutes later her door slammed again and he
heard her go out. Dick had installed a camera in the
hallway. He clicked on the monitor and played back the
scene - Roxy hurrying out, Roxy dropping her drawers
to show him what he'd be missing. He played back that
part again, tweaking the details in his memory. Dick
had an eye for details.

    Roxy's cock was huge - thick and long,
creamy-white like the the rest of her perfect skin. It
arched outward in a crescent and hung down slightly to
the right. Circumcised, its head large and pinkish.
Her fleshy pubis mound and scrotum were bald. She had
a beautiful cock.

    Remembering how drunk Roxi was, Dick went out to
see if he could find her. No luck. He came back home
and went to bed. Roxi had lived in oldtown for a long
time. She knew the streets. She'd be alright. He
hadn't been sleeping long when he woke up to a noise
outside his door. He clicked on the monitor.

    Roxi, so drunk she could hardly stand up. She was
leaning against the wall outside his door, holding her
skirt up and peeing. Marking her territory. Marking
him as her territory. Roxi had just started to piss,
her panties saturated at the tip of her cock, a stream
not yet fully formed, when Dick opened the door.

    Startled, Roxi stopped peeing. Her heels so high
that she was off balance Roxi staggered back and fell
into the wall on the other side of the narrow hallway.
Dick grabbed her to stop her from going down. She'd
been crying.

    Roxi wrapped her arms around Dick's neck. "Please
don't hate me," she sobed, holding him tight.

    "I don't hate you, Roxy." He picked her up in his
arms. "Just the opposite," he said, "I love you," and
he carried her into his apartment.

    Dick sat Roxy on a chair in the living room. She
was so drunk. Her head laid back her eyes closed.
"Better take me to the washroom," she whispered, "I
still have to pee."

    "It's okay, Roxy. You can finish peeing right
here." Kneeling in front of her Dick placed his hands
on the insides of Roxy's knees and gently spread her
legs apart. Almost immediately pee started to gush
through her panties and soon a heavy stream poured
into the carpet. Roxi didn't open her eyes. She just
laid back and let her pee flow.

    Dick placed his hand on the top of Roxy's cock
gently stroking it through her panties as she peed. He
heard Roxy moan. She finished peeing and soon after,
she passed out. Dick carried Roxy back to her
apartment and opened the door with her key. He
stripped her down to her panties and bra, put her to
bed, and kissed her good night. He he would check on
her in the morning.

     The next morning Dick had some stuff to do in
uptown. He'd let Roxi sleep it off and go see her
later. Around two in the afternoon Dick knocked on her
door. No answer. He tried again later and after a
third failed attempt started to get worried. He picked
the lock to opened the door. Roxi's was n't there, and
her place had been ransacked.

End of part two