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  Copyright 2017 by M. Dubrow.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictionally and are not construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  DOCTOR BIMBO RETURNS

  By

  Marci Wilcox

  Chapter One

  Dane Braddock stood at the window of his corner office and gazed at the Seattle skyline. It was a rare clear day and he could see the majestic mountains beyond the city. He should have been a happy man. The small health insurance company that bore his name, Braddock Insurance, was on the verge of collapse, a victim of unfair competition from larger companies, when another insurance company proposed a merger. Not only would Braddock Insurance survive, but it would keep his name and have the capital and connections to compete nationwide. Despite this stroke of good luck, Dane wasn't happy.

  First of all, he'd never heard of Sultan Insurance before they approached him. Second, this wasn't a merger between two equal healthcare providers. Braddock Insurance was an acquisition of Sultan Insurance which was bigger and more powerful than Braddock. Dane was painfully aware that what had actually happened was that a stable Middle Eastern company had bought a struggling American company as a way to get into the American market. Dane suspected that Sultan only kept Braddock's name so they wouldn't scare off xenophobic customers.

  Dane felt like a whore and a traitor. Then why had he agreed to the deal? Nobody forced him to sign the contracts. He did it because he was desperate. He didn't want the blood, sweat, and tears that he had poured into his company to be for nothing. He didn't want to lay off his loyal employees, most of whom had been with him since he first opened for business.

  Dane had insisted that Sultan not lay off any of his employees. They didn't have to keep him on, but save his employees. To his surprise, Sultan Insurance said they wanted him and his staff to stay on.

  That was generous of Sultan Insurance, but Dane still didn't trust his new boss. The negotiation meetings with Sultan's owner Prince Samir bin Sultan had been cordial, but he got the feeling Samir had no idea what he was talking about. The skinny guy always wore a Bluetooth device in his ear. Dane was probably being paranoid, but he got the impression that someone was feeding information to Samir because whenever Samir had to respond to a question he would repeat the question and then pause before answering it. Was there someone on the other end of that Bluetooth telling him what to say?

  There was another reason why Dane didn't trust Samir (he was never going to call him Prince Samir) but he hated to admit it. Dane didn't trust Samir because he was an Arab. Dane knew that was racist, but he was a proud American.

  Whatever misgivings or bad feelings Dane had about Samir, he had to put them aside. Samir was coming to Braddock Insurance's new shiny headquarters in downtown Seattle. Samir was bringing two executive managers that Dane had never met. They were on the board of directors along with Dane. Though Samir said these managers were of equal power to Dane and not in any way his bosses, Dane had his doubts about that. They enjoyed a much closer working relationship with Samir than he did.

  Their names were Heather Malone and Candi Coats. Their resumes (which were provided by Sultan Insurance) were impressive. They had graduated from colleges with well-respected business programs and had worked for various overseas companies. But Dane couldn't find anything else about them. They had no social media presence. He couldn't find a single photo of either woman. Dane thought this was very suspicious and another reason for his seller's remorse.

  His intercom buzzed and his secretary announced that Prince Samir had arrived and that he and the rest of the board of directors were headed for the seventh floor conference room. Dane thanked her, buttoned his suit coat, and made his way to the conference room. When he entered, he found that everyone was in the room but Samir and his two managers. These were his people and they looked to Dane for assurance that this merger was a good thing for both them and the company. Dane told them that they had nothing to worry about. Look at the new building they were in. Look at the staff they've hired. Braddock Insurance was growing and they would all benefit. Dane didn't believe a word he was saying. He was as worried as they were.

  The conference doors opened and everyone turned to see the new arrivals. Prince Samir entered first. He wore a tailored suit and expensive shoes. His long black hair was slicked down. He was clean-shaven. He greeted everyone warmly, shaking hands and calling the managers by their first name. When someone referred to him as Prince Samir, he insisted that they just call him Samir.

  While everyone's attention was focused on Samir, Dane watched two women enter the conference room. One was blonde and the other was brunette. Their hair was cut short and they wore black-rimmed glasses. They were dressed in bland business suits and wore blocky shoes. They wore no make-up. They didn't even wear earrings, bracelets, or necklaces.

  Dane wasn't fooled for a second by their unattractive attire. The two women were doing everything they could to hide their beauty. Their effort worked on the other men in the room. They didn't check out the women. Hell, they barely glanced at them.

  Dane got it. Beautiful women were often accused of being lightweights who used their looks to get ahead. These two wanted to prove they were worthy of their positions. The brunette walked over to Dane and held out her hand.

  "Hello," she said. "I'm Heather Malone. You must be Dane Braddock."

  "That's me," Dane said, shaking her hand.

  "I look forward to working with you."

  Dane didn't respond. He didn't want to start off this new working relationship with a lie.

  Everyone took their seats with Samir at the head of the table. Heather and Candi flanked him. Dane sat next to Heather. Dane was about to begin the meeting when Samir got to his feet and everyone applauded.

  "Thank you," Samir said. "But really I should be applauding you. You're the ones who took a leap of faith to join your destiny with Sultan Insurance. Now, it's my pleasure to present my most trusted associate, Heather Malone."

  Samir sat down. Heather leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table.

  "I know what you're thinking," she said. "Who the hell are these people and why do they want our company? Are we a Middle East company that bought an American company with an American name as a way to break into the American market? The answer is yes. Are we any less dedicated to providing quality healthcare? No. We are a leading provider because we do a good job and take care of our customers."

  She went on to discuss specific plans for expanding the company and how to integrate Braddock and Sultan. She insured that as the company grew so would everyone's opportunities for promotion.

  Dane was gobsmacked. He could see now that Samir was only the figurehead. Heather was the real boss. She was the one who understood business and the healthcare industry. He was certain that she was the voice in Samir's Bluetooth during the negotiations. She had the vision that would make Braddock a success.

  Sitting next to Heather, Dane picked up her scent. She wasn't wearing perfume. It was something else. Finally, he realized that it was her regular body scent mixed with soap. She smelled sweeter than the most expensive perfume in the world.

  After Heather talked, she took questions. Dane didn't hear a word anyone said. He was overwhelmed by this magnificent woman. And, he had a raging hard-on.

  Dane was an alpha male wh
o'd always been attracted to alpha females, women who were as ambitious, intelligent, and charismatic as him. The only problem was two alphas didn't make a good couple. The sex was intense and mind-blowing amazing. Two alphas shared great passion but couldn't maintain a steady relationship. That's what Dane discovered when he made the mistake of marrying an alpha female. They kept trying to force each other to be the follower instead of the leader.

  In the end, his wife left him for a submissive woman.

  Since then, Dane had only dated meek, non-ambitious women whose greatest desire was to serve a powerful man even though they bored him to death. Once he started Braddock Insurance, he avoided hiring aggressive women and hardly ever promoted a woman. It was wrong. It was sex discrimination. But he would do anything to avoid getting hurt again.

  But now he found himself sitting next to the most amazing alpha female he'd ever seen. Amazing because she was an alpha pretending to be a beta. For some twisted reason, that turned Dane on more than any woman had ever aroused him before.

  Dane imagined suddenly pulling Heather to him and pressing his lips against hers. He imagined ripping open her blouse to reveal what he was sure were big breasts with dark red nipples. He would bury his face between them and then suck on each nipple until they were hard as a pencil erasers. He would then lay her on the table and yank her panties off. In his fantasy, she would grab his face and push it between her legs and demand that he eat her until she came. He would lick her pussy until she was wet and begging for his cock. He would tease her pussy with the head of his cock, making her moan with sexual frustration before finally plunging his cock into her. As he pounded her and she screamed from cascading orgasms, he would declare that she was the boss and he couldn't wait to serve underneath her, above her, or in any position she desired.

  Dane was on the verge of coming in his pants when he snapped back to reality. Heather was still fielding questions. She continued to do so until Candi Coats broke in.

  "I think that's enough questions for today," Candi said. "We'll provide more information as we move forward."

  Some people filed out of the room, but most of them gathered around Heather to ask her more questions. She patiently answered each one. Dane watched her in the middle of his people. They used to come to him for guidance. He should have been jealous, but instead he was mentally trying to make his cock go soft. He didn't dare stand up before he got it back down. He didn't want anyone to see his noticeable bulge.

  Samir came over and stood next to him.

  "Let me take you to lunch, Dane," he said.

  "Will Heather be joining us?" Dane said.

  "No. She and Candi have other plans. I hope that's okay."

  Dane coughed.

  "Of course, it's okay. Tell you what, since you're new in town let me take you to lunch. I know a great place. I'll have my secretary make a reservation."

  "Excellent. Let me walk you back to your office, I have some things I'd like to discuss."

  Dane blanched. He was still making a tent in his pants. Why wouldn't his cock go down? He hadn't stayed stiff this long since high school.

  "Can we talk about it at lunch?" Dane said. "I'd like to make some notes before I leave the conference room. Organize my thoughts."

  Samir didn't point out that Dane didn't have anything to make notes with. He glanced down at Dane's crotch and grinned. He spoke softly so that only Dane could hear.

  "I understand completely," Samir said. "Heather has that effect on men."

  Samir walked over to Heather, took her by the arm, and led her away from the crowd around her. They left the conference room together. Candi had already left. Soon everyone was gone except for Dane, still in his seat with his erection. He felt embarrassed and excited in equal measure.

  He got up and locked the door to the conference room. He took his handkerchief from his jacket pocket, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He thought about Heather as he stroked himself. It wasn't long before he ejaculated onto the handkerchief.

  He wiped himself off as his cock finally grew soft. He tossed the soiled handkerchief into a waste basket and then went to his office to tell his secretary to make a lunch reservation for him and Samir.

  Chapter Two

  During his years as an investigative reporter, David Alcott learned how to blend in. Just because he'd been turned into a beautiful woman named Candi, those skills hadn't gone away. Standing outside Lawton Elementary School, Candi looked like the other middle class suburban moms waiting to pick up their children. She'd driven to the school in a used Subaru Forester rather than a new one. People notice a new car, but not an old one and the mothers would see the Forester as the kind of SUV needed to tote kids from school to soccer practice. She had a purse slung over her shoulder large enough to carry all the crap mothers needed to get through their day. She wore a Breton-striped shirt and cardigan, fitted jeans, and patent heels. She wore no make-up.

  The last time Candi had seen her son Alex, he was five and had just started kindergarten at this school. It was four years later. He would be in third grade now. Candi didn't know if he still attended this school, but took a chance that he did.

  She knew she shouldn't be spying on her wife and child. She didn't tell Heather and Samir that she was coming here. They thought she was busy digging up dirt on Jarod Blackwell. That wasn't a complete lie. Once she was done here she would go back to looking for evidence to put Jarod away for the rest of his miserable life.

  The school bell rang, the doors opened, and happy, screaming children erupted from the building. It was hard to pick out one child in the sea of progenies. But then, Candi spotted him and her heart skipped a beat. He was taller and moved with more control of his limbs than he did when he was five.

  A woman next to Candi nudged her.

  “Your son is very cute,” she said.

  Candi was shocked.

  “He’s not my child,” she blurted out. “I’m waiting on my daughter, Heather.”

  The woman tilted her head.

  “Really? I could have sworn he was your son.”

  Candi studied Alex’s face. He had David’s eyes and mouth. Candi was David only in a female body.

  Candi moved away from the woman. She followed Alex without getting too close. She wasn’t worried about him seeing her. He wouldn’t know who she was even if they did share facial features.

  As she watched Alex, Candi felt overwhelming love and longing for her son. David had gone away on long assignments before and had missed his wife and son, but this kind of yearning was new to Candi. It was more intense than anything she’d felt before. She looked down at her breasts and rounded hips. She couldn’t believe it. Even though she hadn’t given birth to Alex, Candi was experiencing motherly love for her son. Now she understood the bond between mother and child. She wouldn’t hesitate to give her live for her son. It took every ounce of willpower not to rush over and throw her arms around him.

  As if seeing her son wasn’t enough of an emotional gut punch, Candi’s wife arrived.

  Tracy wore khakis, a Polo shirt with the logo for Dynamic Sports Rehab over her left breast, and athletic shoes. The clothes were proof that Tracy still worked for the same company. David first met Tracy ten years ago at Dynamic Sports Rehab. He'd done a story about meth labs in Wyoming. One of the meth cooks had chased David with a shotgun. David got away but broke his leg. His insurance company sent him to Dynamic Sports Rehab for physical therapy.

  Tracy was assigned to his case. David fell hopelessly in love the second he met the tall African American goddess. He waited until his therapy was over before he asked her out on a date. He was afraid she'd say no, but instead she asked him what took him so long.

  They dated less than a year before they got married and a year after that, Alex was born. Except for the time Candi was under deep hypnosis as the sexually pliant Bimbo Candi, a day hadn't gone by when Candi didn't think about Tracy and Alex.

  Alex rushed over to Tracy and hugged her legs. Candi
followed them to Tracy's car. Candi was glad to see Tracy had finally replaced her old Honda Civic with a new Honda CRV. That woman loved Honda cars. Tracy put Alex in his car seat. She was about to get in the driver's seat when she looked around.

  Candi cursed herself. She knew from experience that if you stare at someone too directly, they'll sense they're being watched and try to see who's watching them. Candi didn't look away in time and Tracy zeroed in on her.

  Candi froze.

  She wanted to shout, "It's me! David! I'm alive!" The words stuck in her throat. Tracy narrowed her eyes at Candi for a moment and then looked away. She got in her car with Alex and drove away. After the car was out of sight, Candi realized that she had peed a little.

  Chapter Three

  Heather and Candi sat in the living room of Samir's penthouse apartment. It wasn't as spacious as the one he had in Dubai, but was just as luxurious. Heather and Candi had apartments one floor below that weren't as big as Samir's, but much bigger and nicer than the dingy windowless apartments they were forced to live in when they were Malik's sex slaves. The apartment building was just a few blocks from Braddock Insurance's home office. Heather and Candi loved being able to walk to work. Samir, not so much.

  "Tile Genomics is still looking for a healthcare provider to cover the DNA re-sequencing machine," Candi said. "The company can't expand if they only cater to rich clients who can pay full price for a surgery free sex change. They need to be able to take patients with health insurance."

  "I was trying to solve that problem when I started the company," Heather said. "I met with dozens of insurance companies. I even met with Dane Braddock. But in the end, they all said the machine was too new and the risk of unforeseen side effects was too high."

  "That was over four years ago. By now, Tile Genomics must be desperate. This is the perfect time to approach them. We can tell them that now that Braddock is part of Sultan Insurance, we're in a better position to cover experimental procedures."