Scene 40

The rest of the world didn’t seem to exist, all the sounds of conversations fell away and were muted. The only thing Jackson could hear was the sound of his own breathing and his heartbeat and that felt like it was throbbing hard enough that he could feel it. “Dad…” Jackson said as he took two short steps backwards, all the time he had spent in high heels had meant he didn’t stumble at all when his instincts made him move slightly away unconsciously. The small steps, the feeling of his feet held at an angle in the white strappy pumps, the feel of the dresses tight skirts shifting, the bra straps under the dress pulling as they supported and lifted his bosom. The very idea, let alone the feeling of his breasts, his D cup breasts bouncing slightly from the movement… all of it ran through his mind at the same time.

The weight on his chest, the most recent addition to the changes to his body and wardrobe hadn’t even been on his mind and now while his father looked at him it was one of the very few things he could think about. ‘My Dad is seeing me with tits!’ Jackson hadn’t taken his second dose of his medication today, thinking there would be little stress at a party and yet… “I can explain.” Jackson’s words sounded almost pleading, but each of them came out in the husky feminine voice he had been using for weeks.

Jackson’s eyes went wide as he watched his father close the distance between them. The man had never been abusive, verbally, emotionally, physically, but in that moment as afraid as Jackson was he flinched. The instinctual reaction didn’t save the femininely dressed man from what was coming, his tensed and coiled muscles ready to help him flee were for nothing. The **** that came was a hug, a tight one where Jackson felt his father’s arms encircle him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” Mr. Hart said, holding his youngest child as tightly as he dared.

“You… you are sorry?” Jackson felt like his body was trembling and didn’t dare move from the embrace.

Speaking in a quieter voice, the bar so full of people and not wanting anyone to overhear. “I have not been the best father to you… I love you. I am sorry for not being there for you.” The man said thinking about how his son kept this part of himself… herself hidden away from him. “I love you Jacqueline and I’m proud to have someone strong, stronger than they know. Someone brave, brave enough to be themselves. I am proud of you and proud to have you as my daughter.”

The embrace didn’t exactly end, it got tighter for a second before the two pulled slightly apart. “Dad…” The fear slipping away, the endorphins from the hug, the emotion that could be heard in their father’s voice and the hormones that left the youngest Hart more emotional than they once were all caused their eyes to start welling up the tears. “You, Dad… you don’t understand.”

Moving his hands to hold his child by their biceps, he gave his hands a slight squeeze, making sure to meet Jackson, not Jacqueline’s gaze. With a smile and nod of his head Mr. Hart spoke. “I do, and I don’t. What I know is that I love you and that I want you to be happy. Jacqueline, are you happy?”

“I… I am.” Jacqueline said, her jaw quivering. So many things were abnormal and far from where her life should be. There was a plan in place for her to go back to her old life, only better, it would take a little time but that was on the horizon and yet standing there looking at her father. A man who had been distant for so many years, there had never been a question if there was love between them, but he really hadn’t been the best father. The man acted more like they were a friend and here he was admitting his faults, apologizing for them and then saying how proud he was of her. She had more friends than she had since school and a career that was on the rise. Thoughts of looking at herself in the mirror that night not long ago, admiring her own beauty… it was like she was looking at someone else that could be admired and… and… that was her and she had been pushing against that thought all while pretending she was someone else. “I am happy.”

Heart swelling Ben Hart gave he youngest child the biggest smile he could muster. He didn’t actually understand his son wanting to be a girl or being a girl on the inside. The transgender thing was confusing to him, but he understood himself. That he loved his children and that little else mattered. In front of him was a young woman, they looked different than his idea of them, but it was still his child. No matter how old Madison got he would always remember her as the girl that hold up a wooden spoon and declaring it was her scepter as she was queen of the land as she stood up on the couch, one leg up on the armrest. Just like Jackson… would be that child that would run around the house with a towel tied around their neck as they pretended to be a superhero. Holding in his own tears, Ben cleared his throat. He was ready to offer to buy his daughter a drink and her fiance and maybe get a chance to get to know the man and his new daughter, but the touching moment was interrupted.

“Who do we have here? Another well wisher?” Alexander Dunn said walking up, glass of whiskey on the rocks in one hand his other entwined at the elbow with his wife.

Swallowing the saliva in her mouth Jacqueline looked at her boss wishing he would go away or at the very least keep his mouth shut. “Mr. Dunn, this is my Dad, we were just…”

While Jacqueline kept talking, at least for a few more words she was talked over by the older bearded man who proved time and time again how little considered others. Dunn pulled his arm free from his wife, moving a little closer to his admin as he gestured to her. “Alexander Dunn, your daughter’s superior. A pleasure to meet you sir. You must be proud of your little…” he almost said boy turned girl but something that was said in one of the seminars he had to attend flitted through his mind. ‘Well, your little girl. You know I was one of the first people she told about her… well about herself. I gave her a permanent position and I like to think it is because of me she met this fine young man here.”

Hardly any of that was true, at least not directly, but Alexander Dunn was the type of man that thought highly of himself and through that lens he had no problem stating things in his own favor, a trait that had made him highly successful. Turning his head slightly he gave his new protege a wink before slapping his secretary on her rear. “You are a lucky man to have Jacqueline here, Hatch.”

An explosion of pain was what Alexander felt, it was so sudden that it took him a moment to even realize that it was coming from his right cheek, let alone that he had been struck by a closed fist. Then after another few moments to realize he was laying on the bar’s concrete floor, his drink spilled over himself. “Ahhh.” He groaned, blinking a few times as his hand came up to his face while his vision cleared.

“DAD!” Jacqueline cried out as she witnessed her father’s face change, the joy she had seen clouded over with rage as he pulled back his arm and swung in a large swing that just anyone could avoid with how much it was telegraphed, but the intended target hadn’t been paying attention. When the fist connected with Dunn’s face and he crumpled to the floor she felt anxiety grip her. The tension that had fled Jacqueline came back in such **** as terrible outcomes came to mind in such a rush that she couldn’t even think about one long enough to grasp it.

Shaking his hand Ben looked at the fear on his daughter's face. “Sorry,” he whispered. He was sorry for so much, but he wasn’t sorry for what he had just done. His child… adult or not just had their ass slapped by their boss and done so in a manner that made it look like the man didn’t even consider it to be a deal, let alone a big one. Taking a step closer so he could loom over the man he spoke in what he thought of as his commanding voice, not something he was well practiced with. “How dare you lay a finger on her!” Ben had started to feel bad this his child had felt close enough to this man to come out of the closet, he wasn’t even sure coming out of the closet was the right term, but whatever it was Jackson had shown Jacqueline to this Alexander before himself and that hurt. He couldn’t say none of that came into play when he lashed out from seeing him touch Jacqueline like that though.

“Dad! You can’t… you have to go!” Jacqueline felt the anxiety flowing through her like it was part of her bloodstream and some of it was terror that her father was about to be arrested. Part of her would be able to look back at this and feel the pure joy of seeing the arrogant man get his lights punched in, but in the bar at that moment it was overshadowed.

“Mr. Hart…” Lincoln started to say, he hadn’t noticed what had set his girlfriend’s parent off after what the man said he wished he had. Still he didn’t get to say much before the man on the floor started to yell, raising his voice as he struggled to get back to his feet, his wits still a bit scrambled.

“How fucking dare you! I could…” things that ran through his mind were how he could buy and sell him a hundred times over, how he could throttle him or even how he could have him thrown in prison. Dunn said none of them as his wife bent down and put one finger over her raging husband’s lips, the other pressed lightly on his chest so that he would pay attention to her.

“Shush dear. I think you have done enough, and doing so in front of me.” Her words weren’t loud or harsh, they were however thick with disappointment. “Now get to your feet and think for a second about your own actions.” Standing back up and righting herself Mrs. Dunn held one hand out at waist level, fingers splayed and pressed it forward like she was pushing on a brake. “I’m sorry.” She said in the bottle blonde’s direction before turning to her father and repeated the motion and her words. “I’m sorry.” Glancing down to her husband as he pulled himself up to his feet she shook her head. “I am sorry for my spouse, he has had more than a few drinks this evening. Not that it is an excuse for his behavior.”

“Ma’am.” Ben started to say it wasn’t her fault, or her place but stopped. He hadn’t been in a relationship in so long that he wasn’t even sure that he was right. Couple’s covered for one another he considered, now not really sure how to take her apology, other than knowing he still wanted to hit the man again. The touch had just been so casual, like he knew he could not only do it, but get away with it.

“Alex.” The older woman said to her husband this time in a stern voice. “I think it best if you go wait for me in the car.”

Dunn had more than a few words to share and many actions he wanted to take, but his wife was right on one thing. He had a good deal to drink in a short time and had done a bit of pregaming before the party. Tonight was a celebration, people were here for Hart and Hatch, but tonight was his night most of all. His marriage wasn’t one of love, but he knew better than to argue with the woman out in public. Much as he did know that fact his drunken mind almost ignored it, but in the end he made the call to slink away. No apologies given, just leaving.

“Again, I am sorry.” Pushing some air out of her nose Mildred Dunn let out some of her frustration. “I have not properly introduced myself, I am Mildred Dunn, the very apologetic and embarrassed wife to the man…” She waved her hand in her husband's direction as he made his way to the door.

“Mrs. Dunn.’ Jacqueline started to say, her heart still pumping her blood fast enough that she could have been in danger of a stroke or heart attack.

Taking the girl’s hand between her own Mrs. Dunn should her head in small motions. “Please, call me Millie. Mrs. Dunn and Mildred make me sound old and I owe you dear so much. Could we please talk?”

Looking around the area where she stood Jacqueline looked from her boss's wife. A woman that looked to be ten years Dunn’s junior, brunette hair with hints of red done up in a curled updo that Jacquline didn’t think she would be able to mimic without a video tutorial and a few hours practice. Then her gaze shifted to Linc, her father and then finally to the faces of everyone else who was watching the ordeal. Suddenly embarrassment joined the other feelings and Jacqueline wanted to be anywhere other than here.

“How about we go to the ladies room and touch up a bit.” Mildred offered, tugging lightly on the girl's hand that she held. Not sure what else she could do Jackie followed into the ladies room a place she once saw as a forbidden place like most males did.

“Well then.” Mildred started speaking again when they entered the lavatory. “That was a bit of excitement, more than enough for you it seems.”

“Mrs. Dunn… Millie. I’m sorry for what my father did! I will ahh…” Thoughts of being fired, Linc being fired, her father being arrested and everyone being told how she sucked off Dunn dailey all seemed like possibilities. Each of them caused part of her life to fall apart, a life that she had just admitted she was happy with.

“Jacqueline… may I call you Jackie?” The older woman said with an easy smile on her face and a soothing tone to her voice. “You do not have a thing to worry about, honestly Alex needed to be taken down a peg or two I think. You and the people you love are all safe from any wrath he has brewing in his mind.”

“Are you sure?” Jacqueline asked, thinking about the story about the girl who shared her sister’s name and how she had been treated for so much less.

“I’m sure dear.” Millie patted the girl’s back. “A little thing like what he did to you… being knocked on his ass might have been excessive, but I would imagine your Daddy would do much worse if he knew how intimate the two of you were.”

“WHAT!?”

“Relax dear, relax. I promise you I did worse things than a few blow jobs in my day to get ahead.”

“You… you know?” Suddenly Jacqueline was thinking about Dunn’s hand on the back of her neck, guiding her pace as she slid his member in and out of her mouth. She knew he was married, he had said as much and had made it all seem like no big deal. The feeling of his strong hand on her neck and the feeling of his ring felt so daunting. ‘What do I do?’ She had told herself so many times that she was Jacqueline Hart, a bimbo secretary and it was just what she did, what she had to do. If this was someone else, someone else that was confronting her she could use that… please them to make the problem go away, but that wasn’t going to work here.

“Jackie. Jackie… It is okay. It is more than okay, Alex and I don’t have a relationship like that. At least we haven’t for a long time. Honestly I should be thanking you.” Giving the doe eyed girl a smile she turned to the mirror to check her reflection.

“Tha… thanking me?”

“Yes dear, thanking you. Alex is a shark, I mean that in the best and worst ways. Always moving, looking like he can bite someone’s head off but since you started working for him, he has been… let's say easier to manage. Other girls, other pretty little things like yourself have worked for him and he has his dalliances, but in the end there often is a payoff that has to be made or embarrassment could befall us. You see, Alex and I…” Millie then shook her head, not feeling as if she needed to go into the details of their mostly political marriage, not when she was here in part to celebrate her own upcoming nuptials. “From what I understand, what is happening between you and my husband is mutual.”

Seeing her husband’s mistress blush looked adorable. It was distasteful that Alexander would be playing around with some trans girl and thought word of it could hurt their reputation, but the way he talked about her being some diversity hire that the company wanted to flaunt made her think she wasn’t changing fast enough with the times. “It is fine dear, like I said I did more than my fair share when I was young and beautiful too. Men used to use terms like slut or bimbo, but in the end, I got what I wanted. So, what do I care if you want to suck a little cock to get ahead. “

What the woman was saying sounded insane to Jacqueline. She was not after Dun’s dick the man had manipulated and blackmailed to get what he wanted. “That isn’t…”

“Jackie, you do not have to defend yourself here. I would like to think we are friends, or we could be if you want. In fact I wanted to reward you.”

“Reward me?” Jacqline blinked, the anxiety in her not nearly as palpable as before, but she felt more confused than anything. ‘She thinks I want to suck his dick and wants to reward me for it?!’

“Yes. Like I said we tend to, or the company tends to have to pay off girls from time to time.” Mildren said, knowing full well that more than a few were eaten up and spitted out instead of being paid off. “I know you aren’t going to say anything to anyone, the benefits of being happy and going to marry yourself. So what I’m going to do for you is myself and my husband are going to pay for your wedding.”

“I’m sorry what?” Jacquline said leaning a little closer, trying to listen better because she was sure she hadn’t heard correctly.

“Your wedding dear.” Mildred turned from the mirror to face the girl. “As a thank you for all you have done to keep my husband happy we are going to finance your wedding and being a bit of a party organizer myself, I’m going to coordinate it all for you. That is why I say we should be friends. What do you say?”

‘The wedding… being engaged has been fun and… it was supposed to be for show right?’ Jacquline had to put a hand on the sink’s counter to keep herself steady. “We… we couldn't ask you to do that, that is too much. Way too much… Millie. Thank you, but…” Coming up with a good excuse seemed impossible, so Jacqline said the first thing that came to mind, the topic her boss's wife had been talking about. “What Mr. Dunn and I have done together has been rewarding enough.” Thoughts of the man’s cock pulsing as he groaned in pleasure came to mind. ‘At least it had been someone’s pleasure.’

Waving her hand in the air in a dismissive gesture Mildred shook her head twice. “Weddings are expensive and stressful. I am going to take away both of those worries from you by helping you organize everything. We can pick out the right caterers together, go dress shopping for your big day. All of it I will be there at your side and at no point will you have to check your bank account. I wasn’t always as wealthy as I am now dear. Now, I insist and won't hear another protest. Now, what do you say?”

Mildred’s kindness wasn’t just that, she also had her own personal motives. The girl was pleasing her husband, a job she hadn’t done in a while and couldn’t let that grow to Alex getting feelings for the trans girl. Her husband sleeping with her was one thing and that would be bad enough if it got out, but him leaving her because of it would be an order of magnitude worse. So, it was up to her to make sure Jackie hitched her wagon to another man.

“Ahhh.” Jacquleine said eloquently. “I guess… thank you.” She said, feeling like the woman hadn’t left any room for argument. ‘Am I really going to marry Linc?’ the feminized man said touching the ring on her finger, it somehow feeling more real than before. Jacqueline saw herself in the mirror, wearing her dress from her and Lincoln’s first date, a small smile blooming on her face and growing till it touched her eyes. ‘I am Jacqueline Hart, Jacqueline, a blonde bimbo secretary… and I’m going to marry my best friend.’

“And you are welcome dear, now let's go out there and tell your father and future husband the good news that they won’t have to pay for a wedding a princess like you deserves.”