Archive-name: Changes/ericdil1.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Eric's Dilemna (part 1) The music kept the beat. The girls on the stage shimmied as best they might in their stilted heels. Oddly, the audience was filled with women, not men, and the dancers showed none of the exhibitionism linked with topless dancers. The bulge in their g-strings looked a little too full. Alexis wondered what that meant. The back of Club MALES was dark., some booths filled with shadowy shapes writhing in pleasure. In one, an anxious woman sat, pleading her case. "I know you can help me, Kim said so." Alexis brushed the platinum blonde curls out of her eyes and tried to convince the Club's owner of her sincerity. Someone had to save Alexis or God knows what would happen to her. Two years ago Alexis Lane had been at the top of her class in business school. Picked to go far, her mistake had been to fall for the blandishments of Eric Katt. THE Eric Katt, Takeover King and Corporate Raider Extraordinare. Eric had promised Alexis exposure, a chance to show what she had, to show she could stay on her toes. It could be argued that Eric had kept his word, literally. Alexis, or as she was known now, "Alli" Katt, found herself turned into a blonde, busty "T & A", wet dream, prancing about in heels that indeed kept her on tiptoe, scampering about in dresses that revealed just what she had, and this exposure" had destroyed any hopes of a legitimate career. Why didn't she leave? Get a divorce and a chunk of his millions? Alexis had tried but Eric never tried. He did! Alexis' mother was institutionalized, a nervous breakdown. She had been making progress toward normalcy. It was a delicate time and an uncertain process. Alexis tried to visit as often as she could. Barbara Lane sat in front of the vanity. Her body was sheathed in a red satin dress that showed her breasts. Her hair was jet black and teased. In horror, from the door, Alexis listened as the nurse insisted that Barbara's already theatrical makeup needed to be touched up. Despite Alexis' angry protests, Barbara never took her eyes from her reflection. The makeup kept caking on. At the director's office, Alexis was put on the phone with the owner, Eric of course. And dutifully, Alexis allowed herself to become Alli Katt, prize trophy of the sexist, chauvinistic Mr. Katt. "It could be done. It would be dangerous, but it could be done. What do you have in mind and what are you offering in payment?" Lorna Reina survived because she was careful. It was one thing to take a man and degrade him with psuedo- femininity. It could even happen to the well-known and mildly prominent. Celebrities were a perfect example. A once famous rock star was now working as a parlor maid - nothing French, long starched uniforms and sturdy shoes - now after his involuntary stay at MALES. The powerful were something else altogether. They could have plans laid, loyal retainers charged with their rescue, scenarios pre-plotted to foil the cleverest kidnappers. And if she were caught, Lorna had no illusions of being arrested. A man like Eric Katt would have her killed. Still, it might be a particularly succulent challenge. Indeed, Eric's bimbo wife was succulent herself. Alexis squirmed under Lorna's too interested gaze. Her surgically augmented breasts swelled in all their 36-D grandeur from the cups of her rubber bustier. The matching latex micro-mini molded everything and showed everything. "If I am to do this ... First, I will be paid $10,000,000 in cash or cash equivalent in U.S. dollars". Lorna announced. "Second, I will make all plans for the adventure, and I will have sole use and enjoyment of the project for six months after success." "Third, after I am forced to relinquish my project, you will take it's place for six months." A nice way to see if this overblown plaything was serious. It was one thing to consign your abusive mate to sugjugation, but quite another to take his place as part of the fee. Swallowing and red-faced, Alexis signed the necessary documents. end of part 1