Fanfic
Drew meets Angel
Part 5
Is The End Near?
Shopping was a blast and a half for Angel. One thing was for sure, she was glad the Sentinel was picking up this bill! The hotels stores were nice, but very expensive. She did concentrate on buying nice undies for once. She was used to buying the comfortable and simple styles before today. Now, she had the fanciest and sexiest lingerie imaginable! Even the jeans and the hooded sweatshirt she bought cost more than what she usually paid for a nice dress! Of course, she also bought the nice boots with the four-inch heels and a fancy belt encrusted with different colored crystal stones. She giggled when she realized her sweatshirt would flash her tummy with almost every move she made. If she kept her two fingers in her, small, almost dysfunctional front pockets, the sweatshirt wouldn't flash her tummy to everyone.
She kept her purchases simple, but elegant. The one tiny concession she made was for this LBD she fell in love with. It was made from a clingy fabric, hugging her like a second skin until it reached her hips. It then flared out and down to just above her knees. Karen talked her into a garter belt and stockings. She bought a matching set of midnight blue lace garter belt, panties, and bra. Several pairs of stockings, and they finally had to leave.
The two young women giggled their way to the salon. Their purchases sent to Angel's room. Karen talked to a woman for a few minutes as Angel's hair was being shampooed, rinsed, and then the process was repeated. Angel loved the pampering; it had been many years since she had been pampered like this. Angel just closed her eyes, her mind adrift in memories past. In between being startled to the here and now to move from one chair to another, and then one location to another, Angel easily slipped into her thoughts and daydreams. The women working on her let her be. This pretty-little thing looked to be lost in her thoughts, so, instead of the mindless chatter that goes on in these places, around Angel, things were quiet.
Angel woke from her memories just as she was about to cry from a particularly painful event she remembered. Instead of the tears that threatened to fall any second, she giggled and moved her feet! Oh, a pedicure! Angel's feet sure are ticklish, and she couldn't help giggling and squirming as the young woman doing her toenails kept touching her feet. This broke the silence that had surrounded Angel and the nonsensical chatting began.
All too soon, the salon visit was over. Angel had a soft perm and her blond locks held wave after wave of soft curls. She had been made up nicely, and purchased the cosmetics the woman had used on her. Pretty-soft, pink, glossy covered finger and toenails, with matching colored lips. Karen and Angel made their way to Angel's room.
All of her purchases were now in her room along with a beautiful full set of traveling luggage. Angel marveled at how quickly the Sentinel had set things up. She comes here to have some breakfast and now she has a room, a bunch of new clothes, and she had just been pampered at a salon. Karen began snipping off tags and opening packages. She helped Angel pack everything when the phone rang. Angel answered the phone; she was summoned back to the private dining room. Karen stayed to finish packing for Angel; they hugged, kissed, and giggled. The kiss was a little more than Angel was expecting and so was the little pat on her bottom as she turned to leave her room. Karen winked as Angel giggled, and soon was gone from the room. Karen sure did want to get to know that little 'beauty' better!
Meanwhile things were wrapping up in the private dining room/conference room. Angel was soon to find out the real importance of her mission and story.
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Mrs. Pinchon, Mr. Johnson, and another woman were there this time. Mrs. Pinchon seeing Angel said.
"Oh Angel, you look better now. Sorry Dear, but your hair was not at its best earlier and you should be wearing make-up. You are far too beautiful of a girl to just go around like a tomboy."
This caught Angel by surprise! She said.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Pinchon, I'll be more aware of my appearance from now on."
"That's my girl, now come and sit next to me Dear. We have a lot to talk about and little time to chat."
Angel sat right next to Mrs. Pinchon with Sam rushing over to pour Angel a fresh hot cup of coffee. Angel noticed Sam had provided her with a mug instead of the tiny cup and saucer the others were drinking, Sam added the southern-butter-pecan creamer Angel liked, smiled and departed as quick as she arrived. No Angel was looking at a surprised Mrs. Pinchon, who was looking at her mug. Angel giggled and said.
“My one vice, coffee, and lots of it. A mug of quality coffee adulterated to taste just so, and I can be kept very happy for a long time.” Angel giggled and this made Mrs. Pinchon chuckle. Mr. Johnson added, “Within minutes Angel had Sam jumping through hoops to please her.” The other woman snorted, roiled her eyes, and sat down after serving herself a cup of coffee. She looked at Angel with a superior air and a hard look to her face as she said.
“I'm Angela Rack, and this should have been my story. I have to tell you I'm not happy with a cute little upstart replacing me on this one. I started looking into this Bond thing recently, and it has the promise of being a huge headliner. Why should I just step aside and let an unknown such as you take my story away? I have better skills, have been a reporter a lot longer than you, and my experience speaks for itself.”
Angel didn't like this woman right off. Something about her just felt all wrong, as if she placed herself and her career above everyone and everything around her. Angel looked to Mr. Johnson, he just raised his eyebrows as if saying, the balls in your court. Angel looked towards Mrs. Pinchon; she gave the same response as Mr. Johnson.
Angel looked Angela straight in the eyes, smiled and replied.
“Angela, you should ask yourself that question not me. If your superior skills, experience, and your long time at this position does not provide you with the answer, then I suggest you ask your superiors who are sitting right here.”
Angela reacted as if she were being stung be a swarm of killer bees! She turned beet red, her face puffed up, her lips curled inward, and her forehead wrinkled with the strain of Angela's stiffened reserve. Angel smiled once again, sat back in her chair, and took a long sip of her coffee, letting out a contented sigh.
Mr. Johnson was busy trying to drink from his own cup, looking at a picture on the wall away from everyone else. He tried to hide the huge smile on his face and the laughter that threatened to burst out of him at any second.
Mrs. Pinchon raised her hand, took a deep breath, and then just looked at Angela giving her the look of ‘ask me Angela, and I'll tell you.'
Angela saw the look, but instead of asking, stood up, and angrily left the room.
Mr. Johnson lost it just then, along with a mouthful of coffee he ended up spraying everywhere. Luckily, he was facing away from everyone. His laughter stifled by his exclamation of “Oh damn,” as he started wiping up the coffee he had sprayed everywhere.
Mrs. Pinchon was laughing as well. She was laughing not only at Mr. Johnson's funny display, but at Angel as well. Angel, just sitting there calm as could be, sipping her coffee and stifling the giggles that threatened to surface at any second. Her eyes twinkling at the comedic scene Mr. Johnson was putting on. He managed to get coffee all over his pants.
Mrs. Pinchon said.
“You handled that very well Angel. I have never seen Angela so cross in the eight years she has worked for us. She is a good reporter, but she is a cutthroat one. Look out Angel; I'm afraid you are not on her Christmas card list. She will look for ways to get you, just watch for her Dear.
“Now once Mr. Johnson is through cleaning up the dreadful mess he's made, we have a plan for you.”
The session went on for some time and then it was time for Angel to go to her room, change and leave for the airport. Everything had been moved up and in a big way.
Karen was in the room, packed luggage and garment bags hung and stacked neatly on one of the hotels many shiny brass luggage carts. Angel smelled the freshly brewed coffee, and saw that everything was packed and ready. All she had to do was a bit of freshening up and change.
Karen handed her a ‘mug' of coffee already mixed with a flavored creamer. Angel sipped and sighed.
“Oh Karen, Chocolate Mocha Supreme, my favorite, thank you, I needed this!”
Karen giggled and said.
“Yes, your mom told me, that and a few other things.”
Angel, chocking on the sip she had just taken exclaimed.
“MY MOM, you talked to my mother?”
“Well, the Sentinal switchboard patched her through to here and I answered the call. Your mom is a cool person Angel. Oh, she wants you to call her; I told her you could call once we were in flight.”
“We, once we are in flight?” Angel asked.
“Yeah, isn't it neat? Since we hit it off so well, they decided to send me along with you. While you were having such a good time at your meeting, I was slaving away doing more shopping, this time for myself. It wasn't as much fun as shopping with you though Angel. Oh, but I did have a blast!”
Karen giggled, as did Angel, and when Angel was finished with her coffee, Karen hurried her until they were both ready to leave. Just in time too, the bellhop arrived, announcing their car was here and pushed the laden luggage cart to the elevator. The girls followed each carrying just one bag and their purses.
Angel had to sign for the room, just sign; no one asked for a credit card or anything, she was asked if she had enjoyed her stay. Angel gushed about the service and her room. She was told to have a good flight and to come back again soon by the now grinning manager of the hotel.
The limousine was waiting, to both Karen and Angel's surprise. They thought they would have a cab waiting for them. Once the luggage was loaded and the door was opened for them, they saw that Mr. Johnson and Mrs. Pinchon were both inside. Once seated and the Limo pulled away, Angel asked Mr. Johnson.
“What about the board meeting? I was supposed to meet with them before I left. Mr. Johnson laughed, Mrs. Pinchon chuckled, and Karen giggled. Angel was a bit perplexed by their reactions. Mr. Johnson replied.
“Angel, I'm the new CEO and Mrs. Pinchon just happens to own the Sentinal. If we approve something or we order something, no one questions it.”
Angel's reaction got them all laughing, chuckling and giggling again. She just stared at Mrs. Pinchon with her mouth hanging open in surprise. She had no idea that just one person OWNED the Sentinal. Angel had thought the Sentinal was owned by a much larger corporation and it was just part of that corporations holding. It looked like that when she did her little investigation on the Sentinal.
Mrs. Pinchon said.
“Close you mouth Angel, it is not very ladylike.”
Angel clamped her mouth closed so quick her teeth clicked. Mr. Johnson leaned over and handed Angel a new laptop. He said.
“Everything you need and your files are already loaded on this Angel. There is also a built in webcam in the monitor. Just remember that when you contact me or someone else. You don't want to be flashing anyone do you?”
Everyone chuckled and Karen turned beet red. Angel looked at her and said.
“Karen, you didn't, did you?”
A very embarrassed looking Karen answered.
“Um, it wasn't my fault, no one told me about the webcam! I had just come from the shower when the computer beeped. I answered it as I was drying myself off. That was a year ago and I still hear about it sometimes.”
Angel said.
“Well, thanks for the warning that would make me hopping mad. No one told you about the webcam?”
Mr. Johnson jumped in saying.
“She was told, but she was to busy playing with her new toy to listen.”
Karen turned beet red again as she said.
“Yeah, well, I just wish it wasn't Bart who was beeping me. He got an eyeful all right and he didn't say anything until we were just about to disconnect. Angela snipes at me about it every time I see her.”
Angel asked.
“What has Angela have to do with it?”
“Bart is Angela's gopher and secretary.”
“OH!”
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After last minute instructions, they were sent off with a wave as they boarded the plane. First, class all the way. They were allowed first class tickets so they could work as they flew. The regular class seats were not big enough, nor did they have room enough to work well. Karen turned out to be invaluable to Angel. Karen already knew her way around the laptop and showed Angel while using her own how to get around. She said.
“Angel, just between you and me, I know how to disconnect the webcam. The important thing is to allow them to verify it is you before you disconnect the webcam. Everyone has strict orders to verify the person they are communicating with before saying or transmitting anything.”
“OK, thanks Karen, but I'll remember about the webcam, your story made me realize to pay attention to everything when it comes to the Sentinal.”
They worked on in silence, each doing their tasks, Karen helping by doing a bit more research for Angel. Karen informed her that she was Angel's gopher and secretary now. That bit of news made them both happy.
They both had more than their share of coffee. It was always fresh brewed in first class. Angel had Espresso, Karen had regular. The meal in first class was just that, first class, served on pretty china plates, real glassware, and silverware. They both refused the offer of wine or mixed drinks, both being to busy and they wanted their wits about them.
Angel phoned her mother and that was a nice hour-long chat. Karen even chatted with Angel's mom for a good half hour after Angel did. Angel rolled her eyes as she heard Karen say into the phone.
“She really did that? OH MY GOD! Tell me more please!”
Angel thought. ‘I wonder how much she is going to tell her. I wonder how much Karen is going to weasel out of her.'
Angel was surprised at how easily she was now getting information about the Bonds. She was able to find and read the emailed reports of Gaby's/Drew's medical and fitness reports. The files themselves had been secured, but the emails were not. Drew was headed for the same fate Angel had had. A boy trapped in a girl's body. So, he had a non functioning penis as well. The report didn't say this, it didn't even hint to it. Angel just knew. She knew from the levels of hormones in Drew's body. No testosterone at all, with elevated levels of some very interesting hormones of a different sort, levels that hinted at ovaries. Working ovaries, which meant Drew has to have been having periods. Piecing together the different emails had the reports mention fainting spells, weakness, dizziness, cramping and mood swings. A lower iron count and he was taking iron supplements. One report mentioned a significant case of gynecomastia. Drew had breasts and they continued to grow. His measurements sure did make Angel's eyes pop. They almost matched hers! Yes, Gaby was a very beautiful girl. It was to bad Gaby was not especially welcomed by Drew. She knew how he felt. She thought.
‘Drew, you have to make a choice and stick with it. I hope you make the right one. I'm afraid it won't be to your liking at first, but you'll have to realize that Gaby is your only real solution to a fulfilling and happy life,' Angel mused.
She decided right then to just open up to the Bonds. It was what Mrs. Pinchon and Mr. Johnson had hinted at anyway, but they left that decision to her. Drew needed to have his stool checked for blood. He needed it checked when he was having the cramps, bloating and depression. His period was going somewhere, and that was the only area it could go. If he had female genitalia underneath his skin, then it would have gotten trapped and would have been spotted by now. He would have also gotten a severe infection, neither of which were in any reported emails she had read yet.
Angel and Karen were sitting in the most forward of seats in first class. The other six first class passengers were all seated behind them the two restrooms were to there right. This made it easy for Angel to get up from her aisle seat and scamper to the rest room. All the coffee she continually drinks makes these visits frequent. Just as Angel was getting up, two women beat her to the restrooms. Angel waited, and waited, and waited. She was holding her legs together tightly. Finally, one of the women came out. Angel jumped up, rushed past her and Karen giggled hearing the very loud sigh emanating from behind the door Angel had disappeared behind. Karen fished into her large carry on bag, removed something and then went and knocked on the restroom door.
Angel said.
“Um, I won't be but a moment longer.”
Karen giggled and said.
“It's me Angel; I've brought you something you need.”
Angel opened the door and Karen slipped her a little bundle. Karen said.
“Thank your mom.”
Angel closed the door, un-wrapped the little bundle, and groaned. She did need these, but was embarrassed Karen knew about it now. Inside the bundle was a fresh pair of panties and a super absorbent pull-up. Thankfully Angel thought, she was wearing a dress. She never needed the thick super absorbent ones anymore, but Karen didn't know that. She had a sneaky suspicion her mother had something to do with this. The truth is Angel hadn't had a chance to purchase any for her self. With Karen, going shopping with her and every other second filled. Oh geeze, Angel giggled; an individually wrapped baby wipe was included in the bundle. Angel freshened up, stepped into the pull-up and then the panties. She looked into the mirror mounted on the back of the restroom door. (Only found in first class) and was glad to notice they didn't show. They would have if she had been wearing slacks.
The rest of the flight went smoothly they both took turns napping, Angel only power napped, a half-hour at a time. Karen was surprised as Angel would wake on her own a half-hour after she began sleeping. It was as if she had an internal alarm clock. Karen slept for at least two hours.
It was a new day as they landed in Germany. They made it quickly through customs and were soon standing next to the baggage claim area that their luggage would make its appearance. Karen's cell phone played, (the tune of ‘Take this job and shove it') Angel giggled, Karen smiled, their ride was waiting. She informed the caller where they were and they were soon joined by this Amazon of a woman. She was pretty, but she was also big, big in muscle and easily 6' 6” tall. She greeted them both with a cheery hello heavily accented. They introduced each other, Mary Beth, shook hands, big hands as well!
She had brought a cart with her and made a quick job of collecting all the luggage and garment bags. Thankfully, nothing was missing. That is a rare occurrence these days. One can almost count on having one or two bags missing upon arrival at their destination.
Off they went easily following Mary Beth as she made a path for them through the throngs of people. The large cart helped! Mary Beth would holler out when she met up with a person who wouldn't move. One look at Mary Beth and they all moved out of the way quickly! Angel giggled and said.
“Mary, please tell me you'll be driving for us while we are here.”
Mary smiled big, and answered.
“Yup, somebody has to watch out for a midget like you.”
Angel and Karen both giggled at that, Mary Beth laughed long and hard.
They were soon outside and were surprised to see another Amazon woman standing near a light blue van. The other Amazon woman turns out to be Mary Beth's sister Bertha. Who is even bigger at 6' 9” and just as muscled. Unlike Mary Beth, Bertha picked Angel up right off of her feet and into a friendly hug and a kiss to her cheek. Bertha rattled off some German and Mary Beth laughed, then she translated saying.
“She sure is a tiny one. We can spank her if she misbehaves.”
That got a laugh all right, from everyone but Angel.
The luggage and garment bags were loaded in record time and they were off. The two sisters sitting up front as Karen and Angel relaxed in the back. Angel was going over the times and places Gaby/Drew and his mother would be. The Bike Show would be her best chance to approach them both at the same time, but she wanted to talk to Drew/Gaby first, and alone.
They soon arrived at their hotel, Karen and Angel would be sharing a room. They were surprised when Mary Beth told them to hurry and just leave a minimum in case they needed an emergency change of clothing. They would actually be staying with Mary and Bertha at their home. It would be a lot safer for Angel and Karen as well since neither knew the language and word would soon be out that they were from the Sentinal. Professional reporters were well known for their dirty tricks and they would use them easily to out scoop Angel once they knew her true purpose.
Mrs. Pinchon had called Mary Beth's father personally with this particular request. A well-connected and smart man he was. Mr. Wilhelm G. Werkieser, WW to his friends, knew his way around and could remember Mrs. Pinchon when they were both much younger. The fond memories caused a smile come to his lips. They had got involved in some sticky situations forming a small company, a company that gathered and sold news. Bits of news the then government would hardly approve of. They hid the news stories within sports stories, their little company became very successful, and Mrs. Pinchon and he reaped the monetary benefits. WW, now semi-retired, (no one ever completely retires from this business) lived in a beautiful large home with his wife and two daughters.
Mrs. Kathleen Werkieser was busy talking to Bertha and her cell phone, getting the latest bit of information on their two soon to be guests. She laughed heartily when Bertha described the little slip of a girl named Angel. She even said.
“She is so tiny I picker her up and gave her a kiss and a hug. I felt her bum and she even wears diapers mum! Honest, a thick diaper under her dress, she looks like a young teen, not yet a woman. You think I should stop and get some nappies for her mum?”
They both chuckled and her mum, being a mum, told her not to mention it and not to tease the girl. It must be hard for her as it is. Duly chastised they talked a bit more, and Kathleen decided to put Angel in the guest bedroom reserved for her sister's grandchild ten-year-old Tabitha. The bed in that room would be the perfect size for Angel. All the other rooms were furnished with ‘LARGE' furnishings. Everyone of the Werkieser family was large people. The house was designed and furnished for their comfort. Angel would be more comfortable in the little Tabitha's room than any other. Kathleen chuckled, visualizing Angel's coming reaction to the frilly, little girl décor the room was filled with from ceiling to floor. She chuckled again thinking how appropriate it was that Tabitha, being a bed wetter, had a whole top drawer filled with pretty pull-ups. Of course, they were made for ‘big' girls, so they should fit Angel with no problems.
It was a quick stop at the hotel, Angel and Karen showering together ‘to save time' giggling away at there silly shower caps. GAWD were they ugly shower caps, bright purple with ugly green and white ferns printed on them. Karen just loved seeing Angel naked and pure as she was. She looked like 12 or 13 maybe even younger with those tiny breasts and no cunny hair. Angel saw Karen looking at her and said.
“Try riding for miles on a bike and you'll know why I shave. Oh, and they make enhancements for woman with small breasts you know. I happen to have a few pair of the best ones thanks to my mom.”
Karen gave Angel a hug and answered.
“Angel, you're perfect and very beautiful just the way you are girl.”
Angel giggled, screwed her face into a pout, and said.
“That's easy for you to say Karen. Look at you! You're tall with full ‘C” cup breasts, and look all woman. Me? Well, if I were to go without my enhancements, everyone would treat me like a little teen. It's hard enough as it is, but without those, it would be impossible for me to be taken seriously by anyone. I've had lots of practice dealing with that. I know how to use it to my advantage, but it still makes me sad at times. Oh, but life is life, and you have to do the best you can with what you have been dealt with.”
That pout of Angel's and her words struck Karen's heart and she gathered Angel into a hug. To break the mood Karen slapped Angel's bum making her startle and squeal. They dried off while picking out what to wear to Mary Beth and Bertha's place. Karen insisted Angel wear a light yellow sundress with a pink rose print. Tiny little embroidered pink roses that would go well with the shiny pink leather open toed sandals that went with it. Angel's pink finger and toenails went perfectly as did the pink bra and panty set, with the pale yellow panty hose. Karen chuckled as just before Angel stepped into her panties, Karen held another pull-up in her hand as she motioned for Angel to step into them. Yes, Karen loved this little woman; Angel was like having a baby sister to take care of. Ah, but she liked Angel a little more than as a little sister!
Angel seeing the thick pull-up pouted once again and said.
“Look Karen, I don't know what my mother has told you, but I don't need thick ones like these! I always get the thin ones, they only have to hold a few dribbles if I have to wait to long for a bathroom.”
Karen just smiled and answered.
“That's not what your mother told me Angel. She said those thin ones you wear are never good enough. Never have been and you're to wear these unless you are wearing slacks. You were lucky in the airplane and you know it.”
Angel pulled them in place then her panties and then went to put on the hose, all the while wearing the pout on her face. Karen nixed the hose saying it would make her to hot and uncomfortable. Her slip was next and then the dress. The wide belt shortened the dress a bit, but nothing to worry about unless it became breezy outside. Sandals, an anklet chain, her rings, watch, a thin gold necklace with an angel charm, and they were ready for their make-up and sprits of perfume. Angel grabbed her pink shiny leather purse, put the strap over her shoulder, and glanced at the mirror one last time. She thought looking at her self.
‘GEEZE, if I wasn't wearing these breast enhancers, in this outfit I'd look like I was a ten-year-old!'
On their way out, they grabbed their laptops and off they went. Mary Beth and Bertha were waiting, standing outside next to the van. They both chuckled seeing Angel, it was just that she looked so cute! If she didn't have such full breasts, and the make-up, she could be a playmate for their niece Tabitha. Bertha, not passing up her chance, lifted Angel up and into the back of the van, giving her bottom a little pat as she let her go. Yup, poor thing still wearing a nappy.
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As they drove away, Mary Beth drove, Bertha kept up a non-stop chatter about her Mum and dad, about their home and everything else Bertha could chat about. Mary Beth would jump in to add to a tale or describe a something Bertha had mentioned a bit better.
To be continued...
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