End of Lawyer's adventures - part 38-46

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...38

"Attention please, flight 2670 from New York to Caracas will now begin boarding. I repeat, flight 2670 to Caracas from New York is about to board. Those passengers who have first class seats or special passage are welcome to pass by our boarding first."

'Yeah-yeah-yeah... flight, planes, blah, blah, blah, boring... I'm on my way! To Caracas, this is insane!' Jeremina mentally screamed, still unable to believe that she really was flying back to her homeland, even if it is not her real one, but right now it was the only place she could call a real home. 'Only there and back! As soon as everything is over, I will come back to New York, I will take my money from the stupid aunt, and I will immediately find a way to become a Jeremy again!'

"Your ticket, please?" the blond girl with a beautiful Spanish accent behind the terminal's desk asked, smiling and flashing her long eyelashes.

'The flight attendant? Wow, she is so hot, she is fucking beautiful.' Jeremina blinked in surprise, unable to tear her gaze away from the woman. 'Well, and... huh, wait, ticket!' she cleared her throat, blushing. "Here you are," she replied, handing her the passport and the air ticket, avoiding eye contact.

"Ah, thank you, very good," the girl exclaimed, looking through the ticket and examining her documents. "Everything is in order. You can go to the plane and sit. Have a nice flight and pleasant trip!"

"Thank you, uh, and... also." Jeremina smiled shyly, scratching her head and took the documents from the girl. The flight attendant nodded in approval, smiling. Jeremina quickly walked away, still hiding her eyes and felt her heart beating faster in excitement.

"Welcome aboard, please take your seat," a flight attendant smiled. 'How polite, and beautiful and elegant and majestic and... huh? Damn!' Jeremina thought, suddenly realizing that she was being offered first class seats "Ehm... sorry, gracias, uh, but I think you got something mixed up with my ticket?"

"Hm? No, no, this is exactly the right place for you, madame!" the flight attendant smiled and spoke to her with perfect Spanish. "First class seats are specially reserved for special customers like you."

...39

Jeremina looked at the flight attendant, who gave her a wink and a quick glance down at her figure, making her blush. "I... but..." she stammered, her face turning redder. 'Ok, If they gave me a free upgrade, then I shouldn't say no. At least I deserve it after everything that happened...' she thought, and followed the blonde woman to her seat.

"Here we are!" the attendant smiled again, turning to face her. "Your seat, madam."

"Um, but... this..." Jeremina murmured, looking around and seeing only empty seats. "There's nobody here."

"Ah, yes, you are right," the blonde laughed lightly and moved closer to her. "That's because it is first class, reserved for special customers. These seats are yours for the entire flight," she added with a sly smirk, making Jeremina's heart race. "Of course, if you wish, I can sit in your lap or in any other available space and help you relax," she whispered, moving closer to her face, her fingers trailing over her arm seductively.

"Wh-what?! Oh... yo... you don't... No! Thank you for... trying to help, but it's not... necesario!" Jeremina blurted out, realizing that this woman was trying to seduce her. 'Damn it, she is so hot and she is flirting with me! It seems to me that they have definitely confused me with someone else and if this is found out, then... " she gasped, horrified by the thought. "Just give me a drink, please, whatever you can get."

"Yes, of course," the woman gave her one last seductive smile and stepped back, "but if you change your mind, you can always ask. I love your movies" and then quickly went towards the bar.

'My what... oh, fuck it, it looks like she's in some role. And even more so, now it doesn't matter anymore...' she sighed heavily, feeling the plane take off and looked out the window, watching New York appear smaller and smaller as the plane rose higher and higher, gliding smoothly through the clouds. 'Good... farewell Ricky, farewell prostitution and humiliation, I'll be back soon, but for now, I will get this inheritance...'

...40

"Welcome to Venezuela, ladies and gentlemen, the weather is amazing and hot outside with 30 degrees. The local time is 5:30 P.M. Our flight landed 25 minutes ahead of schedule due to good weather conditions. Thank you for flying with us." the announcement ended, and Jeremina sighed in relief, unbuckling her seat belt and getting up.

'Finally, I'm back at my home! Hahahaha! No, it's still a fucking weird... but yes, I'm really glad I'm back here!' she giggled and raised her hands to the ceiling in a victorious gesture, enjoying the thrill that came over her.

"Attention, please, let the passengers leave the plane first. Once all the passengers have disembarked, you may depart. Thank you," another female voice could be heard from the speakers, making her giggle again. She quickly rushed out into the aisle, almost tripping over her own feet and quickly marched toward the airport exit, but suddenly froze in her tracks, noticing the large poster near the entrance with her face on it and the text in Spanish: 'Welcome home, Missy! Your beloved fans have missed you so much!'

'WHAT THE FUCK?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!' her mind raced, panicked, but at this moment someone from crowd called her, reaching with the camera towards her.

"Hello! Missy Minx! Please! Sign a autograph for me, please!" a male voice yelled, making her flinch in surprise. Several more voices joined, accompanied by flashes and camera clicks. "Missy! Missy, please, come here! We are your fans!" another female voice cried.

A large group of people surrounded her, demanding autographs and photos, and everyone addressed her with one nickname, 'Missy' or 'Missy Minx'. "What? Guys! Hey, dudes, stop that!" Jeremina protested, trying to ignore the screams and flashes of cameras. "You have confused me with someone else! Stop taking my pictures!" she raised her hands, shielding her face from the flashing lights.

"Thank you so much, Missy! You're the best!" someone exclaimed excitedly. "Your last movie was epic, it was the hottest ever, thanks!" someone else yelled excitedly, patting her on the back. "Damn, you're even hotter than I imagined. I wish I could fuck you so hard. Will you have sex with me?"

...41

Suddenly, a something grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowd, leading her down the hallway towards a waiting car, ignoring her confused protests and dispersed the crowd around her. She quickly climbed into the backseat and shut the door while the person sat down beside her, "you should be more careful, Missy. Your fans can get very excited, especially around beautiful women like you, and I don't mean that they might actually try to have sex with you but-"

"Stop talking!" she raised her hand, interrupting the driver. "It's hurts!" she moaned, stroking her hand that he had grabbed too tightly.

"Sorry, Missy," the man muttered and reached for his cell phone, "but you should waited inside until our security cleared the road outside before you went out." he was sending a quick text on his phone.

"Security? Who are you? And who are you all?" she asked, frowning and quickly scanned around at the unfamiliar faces.

"Me, ma'am?" the man's tone was puzzled, and he sounded a bit surprised. "Are you joking, right? I'm Hugo, remember? Your secretary," he replied, giving her a strange look as if he were seeing her for the first time, "and this is Roberto, your manager. Do you want me to call Dr. Ramirez? Do you want to see him?"

"Are you asking me if I'm insane, don't you?" she asked accusingly, glancing sideways at the rest of the occupants in the back seat, two young women, dressed elegantly, with makeup, with papers in their hands and with glasses. 'Secretaries, eh? Managers, eh? And this luxury car... Better to pretend I'm fine...'

"Of course not, Missy. You are always under extreme pressure from work and your life, all this is very stressful," Hugo said kindly, watching her face carefully, "I'm sure you're just joking, don't you?"

She slowly nods, trying to smile and sighed. "Yeah, of course, right... Stress, I got it," she said in a low voice. 'This is really fucked up.'

...42

"This is really fucked up!!!" she screamed and threw her phone on the floor, furious while her own moaning from video still could be heard loudly from phone. "Do you hear me, God or Fate or whatever is going on?! This is REALLY fucked up!!" she screamed again, slamming her fists against the mattress in frustration, looking up at the ceiling, if as someone there was listening to her complaints. It was as if someone invisible was controlling her destiny, deciding for her what is best and what is right to her, as if she had an inkling of something was out of her control.

'At first I just wanted to prove that this fucking transformation device was safe and used it for a fucking experiment, and then suddenly, that damn FBI agent said that everything is fine, and this mess with the fact that everything around indicates that now I am officially some kind of slut named Jeremina is just someone's hacker attack and I just need to live somewhere for a while! But no, after that he started to treat me as If I really some slut whore and... damn, fuck! And now' Her thoughts were interrupted by her own voice from the phone "Yeah, soooo big! Soooo hot! Ahhhh!"

"SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" she roared angrily, cursing her boobs which bounced wildly in the air as she tried to reach her phone and turned off the video. 'I'm fucking porn star! How the hell can I deal with this?'

Her phone vibrated, displaying a text message from a 'My Sexy Manager' and a picture of the man with an erect penis in avatar. "Oh, come on, really?" she rolled her eyes and opened the message:

'Hello, sexy girl! How are you doing?'

"Fucking great," she mumbled sarcastically, typing her reply. 'Great! You're such a fucking gentleman, aren't you?'

'Oh, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry if you feel insulted. I just wanted to congratulate you with your award nomination! You deserve it, Mina.'

She was reading the text message, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Her phone buzzed again with another message with images of her with an erect cock in her mouth with the gold trophy in her free hand and the words written on the base:

"Best Porn Star: Missy Minx - The Boss's Wife"

...43

'Oh, no, no-no-no-no, this is not real, not at all, it's impossible! It can't be!' Jeremina was mentally screaming, her heart beating frantically in her chest, her mind racing, trying to comprehend the situation, her face flushed. 'It's impossible, it's insane, this is just not real! It's a trick! It's not fucking true! It's impossible! My life was supposed to go differently! This can't be happening to me!'

She tried to take a deep breath, closing her eyes, and clenched her fists. Images of her life as a woman flashed through her mind. She saw herself as a young girl in Venezuela, she was happy and full of dreams. Next she saw herself at the age of 18, in front of the mirror, admiring her appearance before take her first shoot in porn. Then the next image came, she saw herself standing on her knees and her n**d breasts titfucked by a Ricardo, big producer, who become her new boss after that.

'No... no...' Another flashback came, she saw herself as a woman who is having sex with many men and women in front of the camera, smiling and moaning, remembering even feelings and emotions. "No... it's not me, not at all.." another image, she was s***g a dick of one of the actors, while two other were fucking her pussy and ass. 'Please, stop! Stop it!' She felt like her body already now was getting hot and wet.

"I should went out and have a walk or something, not sit here and remember my porn movies and..." she paused, suddenly realizing what she was saying and thinking, "No, no, no, not my porn, I didn't make any porn, and I'm not a fucking actress! I'm not even girl... or..." she sighed heavily, her heart pounding faster. She barely remember now her life as a Jeremy, his job, his friends, his apartment, his firm, and his law practice. "I need to get my money from the inheritance and then go back to the US."

...44

The hot sun was beating down from the sky, the air was filled with the scent of flowers, the noise of the city traffic and people talking and laughing, and the streets were bustling with activity. It was a beautiful and peaceful day, and the weather was perfect. People who don't often see women with such curves on the street tried not to stare at Missy Minx, who walked down the street in her revealing clothes with her bodyguards.

'Ok, everything is actually looks like this is real. And... my aunt is really dead...' she sighed, again and again, trying to ignore images from her past, where she remembered how she used to talk to her aunt and how happy she was when she gave her the gift on her 10th birthday. "This is insane..." tears welled up in her eyes, her heart was heavy, and she felt sad again "Damn! She loved me so much, she was always with me and supported me..."

She stopped in front of the large building, wiping away her tears. "Miss, are you okay?" a man's voice behind her said.

"Yes! I'm fine!" she answered, without turning around, her voice shaking, "It's nothing, really. I'm okay." Then she looked down, staring at her huge breasts, the tight fabric of her clothes hugging her curves. 'It's crazy and weird but... this is me now... I can't even imagine anymore myself without these...' she sighed heavily, her hands cupping her heavy tits gently, squeezing them lightly, feeling a sudden surge of pleasure. 'They are so big, soft and bouncy, I love them!'

She quickly removed her hands from her boobs, blushing, and took a deep breath, smiling to her bodyguard, "Let's go, guys. I'm fine, really, thanks for asking." and continued her way towards the entrance of the lawyer's office.

...45

"Oh my God, miss Banessa, what an honor it is to meet you. Welcome!" a middle-aged man greeted her with a wide smile, approaching her as she entered the building. "I'm Mr. Hernando Rodriguez, attorney-at-law. I've been working with your aunt for many years, and she's mentioned you many times," he extended his hand, his voice full of emotion, his eyes filled with joy and excitement.

"Oh, don't mention it..." Jeremina waved her hand, smiling nervously and trying to control her sadness, feeling how her eyers was already started to fill up with tears again. 'Damn! This is so hard! Can't believe she's gone!'

"Please, don't be shy," the lawyer said, motioning for her to follow him. "We've been expecting you, and we're ready to help you get your money. Just... Oh, miss Banessa, sorry for your loss, but it's really a tragedy." he added, noticed her eyes and her sadness, his face suddenly becoming sad and full of compassion. "Coffee? Tea? Anything else?"

"Ah, no, thanks. I'm good, and uh, I'm ok, I think. Sorry, I'm just... I'm... it's hard for me," she smiled sadly, wiping away the tears from her cheeks, "she was my only family."

They sat down in the office and Mr. Rodriguez began to explain the legal details and process of transferring the inheritance. She listened to him very, very carefully, understanding perfectly well that this lawyer was saying some simple things and legal nuances, yet she was still partly convinced that she was a lawyer and should easily understand this. However, everything that the lawyer was saying was like a new information for her, and it was difficult for her to digest it.

"...so, in summary, Miss Banessa, your aunt left everything to you. And you will have to sign some documents, which I have prepared," the lawyer was concluding his speech, smiling and pointing to a stack of papers. She wasn't sure what to do. Seemed that this guy was speaking a foreign language, because she barely could understand some parts of his explanations.

'This is too confusing... It's so hard to concentrate on what he is saying! Every time I tried to understand something, I'm getting distracted by some stupid shit like how good he is in sex or something, and that's sooo annoying! Everything he says is so boring! How am I supposed to be a lawyer when I can't even understand anything?!'

"So, Miss Banessa, are you ready to sign?" the lawyer asked, his eyes fixed on her breasts, his voice full of anticipation. "Or maybe, if you wish, we could discuss the legal nuances again? It would be my pleasure."

"Uh, no, no, no, please! That's fine, I understood everything, I think." she answered nervously, blushing and quickly signed the documents. 'I hope I didn't mess up anything, It's all looks like this is official stuff, and I was a lawyer before all this... so, yeah, hopefully it's fine.'

"Excellent. Thank you very much, Miss Banessa. As soon as the bank processes the transfer of funds, the money will be deposited into your account." the lawyer nodded, smiling, "Oh, miss Banessa, sorry to ask, but... can I get your autograph and a photo with you, please?" he blushed, taking out his phone, "I'm a big fan."

'Huh?! Seriously?! Oh, God!' she sighed heavily, but felt a bit flattered, "Ok, sure, why not?"

...46 - Epilogue

"Yeah, bitch! Spread your legs wider for me! That's it, yes, yeah, take it, fucking whore!" the male actor screamed, thrusting his cock deep into Missy's ass and pounding her hard and fast. She was on all fours, moaning loudly, her ass shaking and jiggling as his hips slapped against her skin.

"Mmm, shit! No!" she screamed, her eyes wide with shock and terror. "Aarrghhh, no-no-no, aargh, it's too much!" she abruptly grabbed the bedsheet, clenching her fingers tightly. "Stop this damn movie!" and her whole body shook with tremors, and her eyes rolled back in her head, as she reached her climax. "Oh... oh! Oohhh! Arrgghh, yeahhhh!!!" she cried out, her mouth open in ecstasy, as the powerful orgasm swept through her.

"Cut!" the director shouted, and the actor pulled out his cock, grinning. "Great job, everybody, take a break." he clapped his hands, and everyone stopped filming.

"That was awesome, Missy, you are the best!" the director complimented her, patting her on the shoulder. "Your facial expressions and moans are just incredible! The way you screamed and begged the guy to stop while he was fucking you in the ass was just perfect. You're a great actress, Missy!"

"Thank you," she mumbled, barely able to breathe, her eyes closed while smile on her face was fading. "You're right, I am the best." she said quietly, trying to catch her breath. 'Damn... fuck... damn... I got too immersed in the role again and...' her body was trembling from aftershocks. 'I felt like I was in that horrible brothel again, getting fucked by a disgusting fat old pig, and it was so painful, if I again... ahhh, no! Forget it, baby, you're doing a damn good job here.' she thought, opening her eyes and smiling at everyone.

Everyone around was doing their jobs and going back and forth in front of the cameras. There was a sense of organized chaos on the set and the whole atmosphere was filled with excitement. She liked moments like this, it felt good and familiar to her, caused some good and pleasant emotions in her body, reminding her that she actually still loves acting in movies. 'Shit! This is so good!'

She was laying on her stomach, n**d, her tits resting on the bed. Outside the window the sun was shining brightly, saying her a hello from the beautiful Venezuelan summer weather and reminding her how much she loves this country. She couldn't understand why it was so, but at some point she got tired of dealing with this mess and she just accepted it. 'Who cares, I am here now, everything seems fine and it looks like it's real. That's all that matters. I don't need to worry anymore.'