Tales of the Melandren Corporation - Chapter Seven (Patreon)

“I don’t fucking know.”

The woman standing over him no doubt scared the Sissies around this place, but Jackson found her presence and demeanor annoying.   

If you want to hate men, fine…. then don’t hire them.  Otherwise, at least behave politely.

The thought flickered through his head.  It would never be something he voiced out loud, but not for the first time thoughts went through his head about how fucked up this place was.  The women hired were always done so because they could dominate.  The thing was, they did not tend to discriminate between Sissies and the rest of them.  It always made things more tense than it needed to be.  He wished Michael would come back and at least be in the room.

The silent red alarm light flashed with a steady rhythm, letting everyone in the division know that they were in lock-down.  They had not yet moved it to the whole building, but that would only be a matter of time if the ‘subjects’ weren’t found.  The strobe like effect made his existing headache that much worse.

“Show me.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and scrolled the dial back through the footage.  The severed feed suddenly became a long shot of two sissy blondes making out and humping each other like bunnies.  The camera shot was too far away and angled wrong to make out features.  As with most of the camera feeds, it was focused on the fake tits and asses, which did little to distinguish the ‘girls’ from each other.

The feed played through until the feed cut.  

“…and then you went down there?”

Jackson nodded.  Here it came.  She was going to try to make this his fault.  Fucking man-hating bitch.

“Yes.  And like I said, the room was empty… not just empty.  Untouched.  Bed made, no lingering smell of sissy arousal…. There is no sign of either of them in the hallways that night going into the room.”

The woman growled.

…she literally just growled… 

The thought almost made Jackson chuckle out loud, but he felt it prudent to hold it back. 

“So what do YOU think happened?”  Her voice was cold and distant.

“Here it comes,” Jackson thought.  “Here is where they look to cover their asses and just decide to blame it on me.”

Jackson shook his head. He would be damned if he let them turn him into one of the sissy cock-suckers down there, especially from something that was obviously a set-up.

He stood up, turning towards the woman.  There was no denying how attractive she was.  The tight top with the black leather coat and matching pants.  She was like a dominatrix wet-dream.  Definitely not his type.  He liked the ditzy blondes.  Even still, he could see the appeal.  

If only she wasn’t one of the man-hating bitches…

He took a step away from the desk, letting himself puzzle it out.

“I think… “ he started before turning back to face her while talking.  Only an idiot would turn his back on this woman.  

…that’s how you end up in one of the belts around here…

“I think someone is pulling a fast one on us.  I would be willing to bet that the techs are going to find a redirect on the camera in that room that is just looping footage from another room.”

The woman nodded and crossed her arms waiting for him to continue.  

“The footage of the two sissies seems intentional…. Just enough to not draw attention, but not detailed enough to show any real identification.  It all points to an inside job.  Someone snuck the Sissies that were supposed to be in that room and took them somewhere else.”

The woman stared at him in silence.  

“Yep.  Here it comes.” Jackson thought, bracing himself for the inevitable.  His adrenaline surged, preparing for a fight against this amazon bitch.

The silence went on a moment too long.

“I agree,” the woman said nodding.  She sat at his terminal and scrolled the camera feed back to the footage.  “Look… They’re both wearing the panties we phased out last month.  These sluts were not here last night.”

She turned to look at him. 

“I need names.  Both the Sissies and their Sponsors.”

He was still a little stunned.  The infamous Miss Jamil had just agreed with him.  He had been so ready for a fight that it almost did not compute.

“Already on it.  The room was assigned to Mandy Minx and Barbie Beaver.”

“Stupid names.” 

“Yeah.”

 She sighed turning back to the computer and rewinding the footage again. 

“Both were sent here by a Miss Angela Foster.  She has been sending us an acquisition roughly once a month for a few years now.”

She spun slowly in her chair to look at him again. 

“Once a month?”

He nodded. “Yeah.  I thought that was odd too.”

She spun back around, watching footage from the night before.  

“So two nights ago, there were different sissies in that room.”

He nodded, but realized her back was to him, so added a ‘Yeah”.

“And they are accounted for?”

He smiled.  She was following the exact pattern he had done.

“Yes.  Larissa Kopafeel and Krystal Lickslocks.  Currently in lockdown in 457.”

She shook her head, clicking over to the master camera feed.  “…these names…”

He chuckled without even realizing it.  

“What room were Minx and Beaver in last night?”

“315.”

“Did you check the footage.”

“That was my next step.  I was logging into the feed as you got here.”

“Good.”  She smiled and clicked to the 315 camera, scrolling it back to the previous entry.

She turned and looked at him again and he smiled.

“See what I see?”

He nodded.  

“Same footage.”  They said softly together.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”  She stood up moving towards him.

“Fake Sissy acquisitions.”

“Yep.”  She stretched, cracking her neck and then moved to the door.  She stopped just short turning back towards him.

“Well?  What are you waiting for?” Miss Jamil nodded her head towards the door.  “Let’s go tell the brass and then find the fuckers that tried to pull this shit.”

He smiled and nodded.  Maybe she wasn’t the man-hating bitch he thought she was.

Together they walked out the door and down the hall towards the head office.