Chris and Stephi both dressed in comfortable old sweat shirts and running pants sat quietly sipping coffee. During breakfast Stephi told Chris that Joe had called. He told Stephi Chris was to stay in the house and he would stop by in the early evening to discuss Marilyn and the case in general.
“So I guess I’ll check on the laundry and then hunt for a good book,” Chris said starting to get up from the table.
“Let me help you with the sheets. It’s easier for two people to handle them,” Stephi said putting her cup down and rising from the table.
As Stephi stood up Chris was suddenly aware of Stephi’s large breasts and firm nipples pressing hard against the soft fabric of her well worn sweat shirt. She averted her eyes with difficulty and looked to see if Stephi was conscious of her staring.
Stephi smiled and said, “Let’s get the sheets into the dryer, OK?”
The damp sheets were heavy and Chris was glad Stephi had offered to assist her. It was while the were working with the second of Chris’ sheets that their hands met, whether by design or accident neither knew.
Chris looked at Stephi whose face and exposed neck were deeply flushed. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a thin row of perspiration beading her upper lip. Chris felt her small breast harden and her nipples grew as if they had a life of their own. Turning to Stephi Chris’ voice shook as she said, “I guess we’re done with that for now. What should we do now?”
Stephi extended her strong hand and led Chris into the bed room. Whispering softly, “Make love to me please.”
Chris put her arms ground the lovely blond woman and pressed her aching breasts against Stephi’s full bosom. She felt Stephi’s erect, large nipples pressing against her own and she gasped with delight.
Stephi’s hands tugged at the draw string of Chris’ track pants which finally slithered to the floor as Chris stripped off her tattered sweat shirt. Chris gently pressed Stephi back onto the bed and after sliding her pants off straddled the Danish beauty pressing her blond pubic mound firmly against Stephi’s paler blond pussy.
Grunting with ungovernable passion Stephi thrust and ground her hips into Chris’ firm pelvis. She rolled her head from side to side and spread her thighs wide as her hands seeking hand holding Chris’ loving body close. With a deep groan Stephi came. Chris could feel the warmth of Stephi’s cum soaking her pubic hair and the inside of her thighs. Stephi clung to Chris’ hips and shivered as the spasms of her repeated orgasms moved resolutely through her throbbing, yearning body.
Panting and flushed Stephi opened her eyes at last and whispered, “I want you again darling.” She gently slid out from under Chris’ uncontrollably eager body and gently pressed Chris down on the bed.
Whimpering, her chest heaving with desire Chris begged, “Tie my hands, please.”
Stephi leaned over the aroused young woman and as her large breasts brushed over Chris’ full, stiff nipples Chris reached and held them tight begging, “Tie me for God’s sake.” Stephi reached into her bedside table drawer and brought out two soft, fur covered pink tapes. Straddling Chris’ thrashing, thrusting body she slipped the tapes over the bed posts and with no difficulty over Chris’ delicate, straining wrists and arms.
As Chris was now beyond control. Her mouth was open, she was rolling her head from side to side whimpering and squealing unintelligible sounds. Stephi still straddling the frenzied beauty moved her hands down to Chris’ wet and thrusting crotch.
Then sliding her lips and tongue slowly down the arched, yearning body of her lover she reached the wet, warm center of Chris’ desire. Placing he hands firmly one either side of Chris’ eager cunt she gently pulled the skin until Chris’ tiny, rigid little pearl of love burst forth.
Chris was now uttering little screams and thrusting her hips with furious urgency. Stephi took the stiff pink clit into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Chris shrieked, her body stiffened and Stephi’s mouth quickly filled with the salty, womanly tasting token of Chris’ unrestrained ecstasy.
As the spasms of Chris’ intense and prolonged climax passed Stephi felt Chris’ hands moving gently through her hair. Lifting her eyes she saw that the lovely blond had broken the soft, pink restraints Stephi had used.
Sitting back on her haunches Stephi laughed as she whispered to the now quiet Chris, “It’s a good thing those love restraints come in packages of twelve.”
Chris smiled tenderly and opened her arms to her big breasted, artful lover. Arms entwined they lay quietly on the bed and finally slept in each other’s loving grasp.
It was close to noon when both women were roused by the soft buzz of the telephone. Stephi rolled onto her back and reached for the instrument on her bed side table. The conversation was brief and limited to grunts of affirmation from Stephi.
After replacing the phone she remained sitting and said, “Chris, that was Joe. He will pick you up in about an hour. He wants you to ID some people from pictures he has.”
Chris jumped out of bed her little boobs bouncing as she ran first to the john and then to scoop up her discarded clothes. She heard Stephi laughing and stopped. “What’s so funny?”
“You still have the ties on your wrists. It looks wicked and funny.” Chris blushed as she pulled the soft pink ribbons from her arms. Then she picked up her clothes once again and ran up the stairs to her apartment to shower and dress.
It was closer to one-thirty when Joe and a tall, black police officer in uniform arrived. Joe introduced his companion as Sergeant Lynden who shook hands with Chris his large hand large, firm hand completely covered hers.
Chris requested that Stephi be present and Joe said that would be fine. Stephi, dressed in slacks and a non-revealing cotton blouse, climbed the stairs minutes after Chris called to her.
Chris, in jeans and a soft, pink cowl necked sweater, sat demurely next to Joe on the tiny couch.
“OK let’s get started on this,” Joe said reaching for a brief case that rested against the side of the couch.
Joe handed Chris a large brown envelope and said, “There are pictures of a dozen people in this. I would like you to put a name and if possible a please of meeting to each one.”
Chris pulled the pile of pictures out of the envelope and scanned them all quickly. The she started through the pile again taking each picture in turn and commenting on it before handing it to Joe.
Sergeant Lynden took notes as Chris talked. As Chris returned each picture she noticed that Joe entered a number on the back and then handed it to Lynden.
Of the twelve pictures it turned out that Chris was able to identify ten people. She gasped when she saw a picture of Marilyn because she looked so different from when Chris had seen her only the night before.
“How long ago was that picture taken?”
“That picture is over two years old. We got it from the Betty Ford Clinic in Palm Springs. Your friend Marilyn has been treated for substance abuse at least once. That’s how she looked when the Ford people first got her.”
“My God. And I think she may be headed that way again,” Chris said shaking her pretty head.
“Yeah,” Sergeant Lynden said in a deeply resonant, voice, “if she survives the week you mean.”
“I don’t understand.” Chris looked quizzically from Lynden to Joe.
“Well let’s go over the situation we have been dealing with,” Joe said. “Chris could we have some coffee? This explanation’s going to take some time.”
Stephi jumped to her feet and said, “I’ll make it. Chris you stay here and make sure they save the juicy parts until I get back. Would anyone like a sandwich or something else with their coffee?”
The two men shook their heads and Joe said, “Chris you can go help Stephi. Lynden and I have some calls to make based on your identifications.”
Chris and Stephi went into Chris’ tiny kitchen. After getting the coffee maker running they scurried between apartments and found several different kinds of cookies and crackers to serve. In less than thirty minutes they were back in Chris’ living room. Lynden was still using the phone but Joe had dozed off in his chair.
Lynden, whose first name was Sam, the women discovered told them that Joe had been up most of the night working on the case. They had been startled to discover that the DEA was also involved but, as he put it, “I’ll let the Lieutenant do all the explaining.”
The three of them sipped their coffees and ate cookies while Joe slept. Finally, just as Stephi wondered out loud whether she should make more coffee Joe wakened. He stretched and said, “Must have needed that. The coffee smells good. Is there any left?”
Chris poured him a cup from the carafe and then shook it listening for the splash. “If anyone wants more I’ll go make it otherwise I’d like to hear what’s going on.”
Joe finished his coffee and said, “I don’t think we need more. Lynden and I have to get back in within the next hour so here’s the story to date. It seems that one of the major Valley hospitals hired themselves a real bottom line type as an administrator.”
“This bean-counter decided that the best way to cut hospital expenses for the company, not the patients, was to hire people from south of the border. He was not too interested in whether they had any experience in caring for the sick because he figured they could be trained to work as aides or if they had enough experience as LVNs.”
“The hospital’s director of nurses and her two assistants objected and were fired. He tried hiring others and was unsuccessful. Then about two years ago someone told him of a newly established recruiting service that imported in hospital personnel. He hired them on the spot.”
“What her hired was a group of thugs really. They are drug importers and dealers. The people they bring in are untrained or poorly trained. The administrator, one of the people you did not identify Chris, has been taking massive kickbacks from these people.”
“Incidentally his name was not one Marilyn gave you. She gave you the names of two doctors who are also in on the scam, one runs the ICU/CCU of the hospital in question the other’s function is still not clear.”
“OK. Now among the people whose pictures you identified, one was the big woman Lena hassled with at the bar. She’s a cop. Another was Betty Morales. She is, believe it or not, a DEA agent. She has provided us with much information including the old picture of Marilyn Short.”
“The pictures of Fred Welsh and Billy Deacon are from our bunco files. Fred is a real charmer who follows the well-to-do golfing crowd. He’s an excellent golfer and passes himself off as a pro.”
“Apparently he left the LA area several years ago and turned up again recently as an employee of the recruiting service I mentioned. No complaints about his bilking rich unmarried women which is his usual con.”
“Billy Deacon is somewhat different from Fred. He is a skilled tennis player and apparently has been a good teaching pro at various clubs over the country. His problem is that he is a real skirt chaser. He has been fired from various country clubs because of his amorous adventures.”
“He has been here in the LA area for over a year. We are not certain of how he has supported himself but we do know he has lived with at least three different women since his arrival here. One of the women he lived with claimed he conned her out of some jewelry. That’s how he wound up in the bunco file.”
“Unlike Fred he has no criminal record and seems to really come into this picture only because he has been very friendly with Marilyn. She has used him on two other recruiting adventures similar to your experience Chris. Each time he’s the boy that gets Marilyn.”
“Interesting. But what do you hope to find in all this?” Chris asked.
Sergeant Lynden responded. “We think that Fred and Marilyn are no more than working stiffs. There is a boss of the operation who arranges the shipments of ‘nursing personnel’ and the accompanying drugs. The processing of both probably occurs in that big house occupied by Marilyn. We have two well trained nurses from small midwestern towns who have come to us, belatedly, and told us of the operation.”
“In each instance they were recruited as you were and taken to a place where their service in treating drug over doses, and recovering condoms full of dope, required. They were always blindfolded and threatened with revelation of embarrassing secrets, including pictures and video tapes, if they talked.”
“You may well receive threatening call if you don’t make a real effort to contact the people Marilyn suggested. We have discovered, through Betty Morales, that everybody at those so called parties could have been video taped. Consequently, we want you to initiate another conversation with Marilyn.”
Chris blanched. “That sounds risky,” she blurted.
“Not really,” Joe said. “We think that if you confront her with haying bugged your car she may break. You are to visit her tonight with Sergeant Lynden as your police escort. Just be convincingly angry about the bugging situation,” Joe said smiling and patting her hand.
“OK. I guess I better get my laundry and get out of here Stephi,” Chris said smiling.
“Be ready about seven,” Joe said as Chris rose from her chair, “I’ll take you to dinner before the balloon goes up.”
Chris collected her dry linen and clumped up the stairs not exactly thrilled with the turn of events. “I guess a poorly controlled libido can get you in all kinds of trouble after all,” she thought as she put her clean sheets away.
After stowing the linen Chris selected her wardrobe for the evening. She decided she should wear a subdued outfit and so selected navy blue turtle neck shirt and gabardine slacks, plus a gray tweed jacket and black loafers. Then stripping to her panties only she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Her alarm wakened her at six. She hurried with her shower and was dressed and ready when Joe knocked at her door a little before seven.
He was impeccably dressed in a pinstriped three piece suit, blue shirt and rep tie.
“You are a handsome fellow,” Chris said as she ushered him in.
“Thanks. Let’s hurry I have seven-thirty reservations at a swanky place in Beverly Hills. Wont due to be late when I’m showing my best girl off,” he said smiling broadly.
Chris slipped on her jacket, checked her make up and reappeared in moments. “All set. Let’s show each other off.”
Dinner was leisurely and as they sipped brandy Joe said, “Sergeant Lynden will meet us at the West Valley Station around ten. Why don’t you try calling Marilyn now about seeing her tonight. Make it clear you wont take no for an answer.”
Chris went to a public phone near the restrooms and dialed Marilyn’s number. It took six rings before the brusque voice of Marilyn Short came on line.
“Yes.”
“Marilyn, it’s Chris — Chris Diamond.”
“Oh, so you’ve finally called someone. Why bother me? Call the people I told you to,” she replied angrily.
“Look Marilyn, I’ve got something serious to discuss with you. I want to see you tonight.”
“Like hell I’m busy. You do as your told or you’ll find yourself doing a lot of explaining kid.”
“Marilyn, listen to me carefully. I want to see you tonight. I don’t know what you mean about embarrassment but I do know that you or your friends have some explaining to do. I’ll be at your place within the hour. So get yourself straightened out,” Chris said getting angry at Marilyn’s truculence.
“Sorry, I’m busy tonight. Go fly…”
“Don’t hang up — if you’re not there when I get there I’ll go to the cops.”
There was a long pause during which time Chris was certain she could hear a muffled conversation at the other end of the line.
“OK get here around ten-thirty,” Marilyn said grudgingly.
Chris hung up and sat at the phone for a brief period waiting for her hands to stop shaking and her pulse to slow. She hadn’t realized how upsetting the situation was. “Shit. They obviously have me on tape,” she thought as she walked back to the table.
Joe came stood and took her hand as she approached the table. “Your pale as a ghost and your hands are as cold as ice.”
“You were right. I’m on video tape. She threatened me. But, when I said the magic word, ‘cops’, she agreed to meet with me. It’s at her place at ten-thirty.”
“Good,” Joe said smiling.
“What the hell are you smiling about?”
“I was thinking of that video tape,” he said with a mock leer.
Chris, blushed, and made a fake pass at Joe with her tiny fist. “By the way there was someone with her. I’m sure she spoke with some one before agreeing to see me.”
“That’s a surprise. We’ve been watching the place for the past twenty-four hours and no one other than the help, a cable TV repair man — oh my God that’s it — the TV repair man. We may need more back up. This is coming clearer by the minute,” Joe said rising and heading for the phone.
When Joe returned he was frowning. “I think we better go. I’ve got more people coming but Lynden thinks you ought to arrive a little earlier than scheduled.”
Joe paid the bill and they walked out into the cool evening air. Chris was surprised to see her car at the door with Sam Lynden, in uniform, behind the wheel.
Joe assisted her into the car and kissed her tenderly. “You’ll be OK. Follow Sam’s lead.”
Sergeant Lynden was a skillful driver. They cruised out of Beverly Hills to the San Diego Freeway and then onto the Ventura. They were in Calabasas by a little after ten.
“Chris when we get there you ring the bell. I’ll not show myself until Marilyn, or whoever answers the door, is ready to let you in. OK?”
“Fine,” she said not able to keep a quiver out of her voice.
The approach to Marilyn’s house was, as usual, well lit. Sam parked the car directly in front of the house on the circular driveway. Chris got out of the car and walked briskly to the door.
The chimes were still echoing when Marilyn, dressed in a filmy negligee and nothing else opened it, “Hi Chrisie dear.”
“Her voice is seductive, her body still inviting,” Chris thought, “but my God her face looks like she’s been on a three day drunk,” Chris thought as she moved to but not across the threshold. “Hi, Marilyn. You been sick?”
“No dear. Come in please it’s chilly for me in this little number,” Marilyn giggled.
“OK. But I brought my friend Sam Lynden with me,” Chris said stepping aside and letting the Sergeant enter first. Chris could see Marilyn blanch, her puffy face seemed to fall apart with a mixture of fright and confusion.
Chris closed the door behind her as Marilyn retreated rapidly, tripping once over the long trail of the negligee. Sliding onto a small chair, Marilyn said, “What the hell you didn’t say anything about bringing a cop. He’s not welcome here and he doesn’t have a warrant.”
Chris sniffed the air of the room. Ether, she thought. Then she noticed that Sam also smelled it. It was Sam who spoke first, “I don’t need a warrant, not when I suspect a felony is occurring on the premises — and I smell ether — so I guess you are or have been free basing coke — that’s a crime.”
“I want a lawyer,” Marilyn blurted tugging nervously at the fancy pink ties of her flimsy garment.
“Sure soon’s I arrest you and read you your rights,” Sam said settling into an upholstered chair across the room and looking unashamedly at Marilyn’s nearly naked body.
Marilyn gradually re-acquired her sangfroid. She returned Sam’s stare and said coolly, “I think I’d like to slip a little something else on, if you don’t mind Sergeant.”
“Sure go ahead. Miss Diamond will accompany you though. And if you aren’t out of there in three minutes, by the clock, I’m coming in. Understood?” Chris followed Marilyn into the ornate bedroom. The large screen TV flickered but had no picture and the smell of ether was very strong. However, Chris could not see any paraphernalia around.
Marilyn dropped the negligee and turned to Chris with what she must have thought was a seductive look.
Chris coolly said, “Get a robe on and let’s get back to the Sergeant so we can talk.”
Marilyn went to the walk-in closet and returned moments later wearing a heavy blue-silk kimono. She looked at Chris pleadingly, “Chris let me calm myself down. I’ll use the john. It’ll only take a few minutes — please.”
“OK,” Chris said wondering if she was being to sympathetic.
She sat down on the fancy pink chair near the door and prepared to wait. Suddenly the big screen came to life. Chris could see Marilyn in her blue kimono moving around in the bathroom. She opened a drawer in the vanity and took two items out and dropped them in the kimono’s voluminous pockets. Chris saw that one was a clear plastic bag similar to the one she saw in Marilyn’s purse earlier.
The other item she couldn’t identify. Marilyn had moved too quickly. As Chris continued to watch Marilyn walked to a small rattan chair and, after slipping the kimono off, sat down. She opened the small plastic envelope and poured a small amount of the white powder it contained into the palm of her left hand. Turning slightly she carefully placed the envelope on the vanity and turned back to face the camera. Chris wondered if Marilyn knew she was being watched.
Marilyn’s face acquired a hungry, almost feral, look as she lifted her left palm to her nose and alternately closed one nostril and sniffed with the other until the pile of powder had disappeared from her hand.
She sat quietly for a moment or two and then her hands began to pull at her full breasts and to rub her rigidly erect nipples. She reached into the fallen kimono’s pocket and pulled out the other item she had place there. It was a penis shaped vibrator.
As Chris watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination Marilyn, sitting now with her legs wide apart, slipped the vibrator into her wet pink cunt and slid it back and forth rapidly. Suddenly her back arched, her mouth opened and her hands moved to her full breasts and held them. Her climax ended as quickly as it started.
Marilyn now moving with remarkable alacrity picked the vibrator off the floor, dropped it in the lavatory, rinsed her hands, and slipped on her kimono. Moments later she appeared in the bedroom. “OK let’s get this over with. I feel great now — thanks for the extra time.”
Marilyn and Chris walked back into the living room. Marilyn’s face was still puffy but her eyes were abnormally bright. She sat down confidently next to Sam Lynden. “OK sarge let’s get this over with.”
“Fine Miss Short. First let me ask you how long your high will last?”
Marilyn was startled by the question. “Damn, you think you know so much. Well it’ll last until you and Miss Itchy Pussy are out of here,” she spat back at him.
Chris blushed. She had reconciled herself to the probability of worse things than bad names coming out in the investigation. But, Marilyn’s venom was unpleasant just the same.
“OK. Why’d you bug Miss Diamond’s car?”
Marilyn stared at Chris as she answered. “Who says I did?”
“We’re going to get nowhere fast if you answer my questions with questions, ma’am. Let’s try again. When Miss Diamond’s car was sent to the repair shop from here who authorized the repairs?”
“I did and paid for them too.”
“I see. Do you have a copy of the service order or the bill?”
“No. Paul takes care of all those things. He picked the car up I believe.”
“Is Paul here this evening?”
“No.”
“Do you know what was wrong with Miss Diamond’s car or what repairs were made?”
“No.”
“Fine. How long you been free-basing coke?”
Marilyn shot out of her seat like a rocket. Her face contorted with rage, spittle running from the corner of her mouth. “You sonovabitch get out and take this hayseed cunt with you,” she shrieked.
“Calm down please. I know you have cocaine in this house; in your bathroom as a matter of fact — I watched you prepare for this interview on television,” Sam said quietly.
Chris turned to the tall black policeman her face reflecting her surprise. “You watched too?”
“Yes, Chris, I wondered what was taking you so long so I quietly opened the bedroom door and saw the same thing you did,” his deep voice sounded sad.
Marilyn sat with her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, “I can’t go on this way.”
Chris moved to Marilyn and put an arm around her shoulders. “Come on Marilyn tell us what’s going on and let us help you.”
Marilyn straightened up. Wiping her eyes and cheeks on a handkerchief Sam had handed to her she said in a low voice, “Let me just tell what I know and then ask questions.”
“It’s your show now Ms. Short,” Sam said taking a notebook from his inside pocket and settling back.
“After substance abuse treatment program I was clean and felt good. However, I owed a lot of money to several people. It wasn’t long before my major creditors began to get nasty. I wasn’t even keeping up with the interest they charged on the money I had borrowed.”
“One day Fred came to see me and told me they wanted him to start running me as a call girl. Sex is fun for me. I never thought of selling what I enjoyed giving away and I told Fred it wouldn’t work.”
“He seemed sympathetic but said unless I did something soon I was in for a lot of trouble. It was soon after that that the people I owed lost a huge shipment of drugs. Now the pressure on me really mounted.”
“Billy Deacon and I have been friends for years. I told Billy of my problem. He described the smuggling routine we now use and suggested I offer it as part payment on my debt. When I told Fred about it he agreed that it was worth discussing.”
“Within a week after that I was set up in this house and given a couple of fancy cars. My job was to lure medical professionals into sexual indiscretions. There were several reasons why they needed medical professionals. Most important was they needed a drug treatment facility where they could send clients to keep them from gabbing.”
“After one of their mules died from a drug overdose when a condom full of coke broke in her stomach the discovered another need for doctors and nurses. Finally, it became clear to them that they could make money on the hospital and the little store front clinics they have set up.”
“They at first thought they would get their English speaking personnel by hooking them on the drugs they import and sell. It soon became clear that this was a lousy idea because the people couldn’t function. That’s when sex and the VCR came into use.”
“Somewhere in this house there are tapes of prominent doctors, nurses, hospital administrators and politicians involved in illicit sex. I say somewhere because I am limited to five rooms in this eighteen room mausoleum.”
“Now you know all I know. So ask your questions,” Marilyn said sighing and slumping back in her chair.
“Who are your major creditors? Is Fred Welsh one of them? And, who is running this whole operation?”
Marilyn had obviously come down from her high with a real crash. She was pale and very subdued as she answered Sam Lynden. “I don’t know who the real creditors are. Fred is merely a bag man. I have my suspicions though — I think the owners of this house and the bosses of the operation are Paul and Hilda.”
Sam sat up as Marilyn blurted this out. “OK I agree. You said they’re not here so let’s search whole place and see what we can find.”
“You can’t without a search warrant, can you?” Marilyn asked.
“I can’t, but your guest Miss Diamond can. She’s only interested in finding the compromising video tape you had made of her. All you need do if give her permission to search while you lie down and rest,” Sergeant Lynden said quietly.
“It’s OK with me Chris. Go search I don’t give a damn,” Marilyn said standing and heading for her bedroom. She stopped abruptly and turned saying, “There are no tapes in my bedroom suite. If you fine the one I just made would you bring it to me please.” Chris looked at Sam and he nodded his head. “Sure. Rest well.”
As soon as Marilyn closed her bedroom door Sam was up and moving. “Let’s find the door or doors to the part of the house she can’t use. You look down the hall and around the kitchen area. I’ll call and see if the boys at the station can get some one in city hall to get the plans for this place — I doubt we can get them in time though.”
Chris moved down the hall opening closet and bathroom doors without difficulty until she reached a door she had not noticed before. It was at the very end of the hall. When she tried it the knob did not turn and when she tapped on it she could tell that it was solid. There was no visible lock anywhere.
She called to Sam Lynden who came trotting down the hall his leather belt creaking and his keys jingling.
“What have we here?” he said with admiration in his voice. He too tried the door and then said to Chris, “Look for an alphanumeric pad somewhere on the same wall — never mind I found it.”
Chris looked where Sam was looking and sure enough the ornate frame of a mirror hanging on the door had the key pad worked into its fancy scroll work.
“What do we do now, Sam?”
“You open it. All I can do is watch while you do it.”
“Huh? Are you crazy? I don’t know the code.”
“Yes you do Chris — try 30196 — it should work.”
Chris did as she was told and a soft whirring sound came from the door. She tried it and it swung back easily.
“What the hell — how’d you know the combination?”
“Trade secret. Go on in. I can’t follow you.”
Chris entered a large dimly lit windowless room. The floor was concrete slab. The walls on one side were lined with rows of metal shelving filled with video tapes. The rest of the room was filled with wooden crates and cardboard boxes all tightly sealed.
Chris moved quickly along the rows of shelves and saw that the video tapes were filed by code numbers rather than dates, places or people’s names. However, it was speedily evident that the code would not be a problem. She stumbled upon a large console hidden by the shelves which housed a computer plus a TV and VCR.
Jogging back through the room she opened the door and motioned for Lynden to follow her in. His eyes lit up when he saw the sealed crates and boxes. “This has got to be their warehouse for the stuff they’re smuggling in.”
Chris said, “I’m going to try to see if I can locate some incriminating tapes — including my own embarrassment. Are you going to call for backup?”
“I’ll step outside and consult the boss. He’s around somewhere. I’ll send Betty Morales in to help you when I find her. Good hunting.”
Chris went back to the console and after turning on the computer she searched for some clue on how to access the video tape filing system. A small piece of paper pasted on the front of the computer contained a list of single and double keystroke commands. Chris decided to run through them first. In less than five minutes she had the entire file printed out and ready for review.
The tapes were filed by date and then by place. Chris discovered that in addition to the house in Encino the group taped activities in Marilyn’s living quarters, a place in Sherman Oaks and another in Van Nuys.
She went first to the tapes listed for the house in Encino where she had met both Betty and Marilyn. There were three tapes for the date she visited the place.
“The bastard’s did a twenty-four hour surveillance on that place the day I was there,” she murmured as she slipped the first tape into the VCR.
The first few seconds of the tape were blank and then a view of a sparsely furnished room appeared. Chris found the fast forward button and ran at least 500 counts off the tape before a figure appeared on the screen.
Chris vaguely remembered having seen the woman who walked through the door. She was a statuesque red head dressed in skin tight brown leather pants and a matching vest. Beneath the vest she wore a tight pink sweater that revealed more of her full breasts than it hid. The tight pants conformed to every curve and of her narrow hips.
She stood in the doorway surveying the room, swinging a small shoulder bag and licking her full red lips again and again. The only sound audible was the soft chink of the chain attached to her bag as it moved back and forth. There was a barely audible tap on the door and the redhead turned at the sound.
A tall gray haired man entered and the woman’s face lit up as she flung her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. Her ardor was reciprocated. In moments the two of them were undressed and stood naked on the pale yellow carpeting facing each other.
Chris could barely stifle a gasp as she looked at the muscular body of the man and the size of his erection. She guessed that he was well over six feet tall. His muscles rippled as he grasped the lithe, satin smooth body of the redheaded woman, whose abundant hair now cascaded almost to the floor, and lifted her from the floor and carried her to the single bed in the room.
The woman was pleading, in a soft voice, over and over, “Please make me a good girl, daddy.”
The man was silent though obviously very much aroused. He lay the woman on her back on the bed and picked up a long feather that must have been on the floor, hidden from the camera. Holding the gorgeous redhead by one breast he stroked her already wet pussy with the feather. She struggled against his hold and squealed spreading her legs and thrusting her lovely body upwards.
With each thrust the man stroked her wide open cunt and moved the feather down the crease of her buttocks. She was grunting and squirming as the man continued to hold her with one hand and stroke her cunt and asshole with feather he held in the other.
Suddenly, the red head stopped all movement her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly. From deep in her chest she emitted a soft crooning sound that gradually grew louder until she uttered an ear splitting shriek. Her body was now jerking uncontrollably and she pulled the man down on top of her, shouting, “Fuck me now.”
The coupling was quick and turbulent. Their pelvises thrust at each other so strongly that they slapped like loud hand claps. Both came suddenly the man groaning and straining. While the redhead wrapped her willowy, shapely legs around his waist and screamed with each orgasmic jerk that moved her lovely body.
As they lay panting Chris was suddenly aware of her folded hands pressing hard against her soaking wet crotch. “Jeez, I haven’t done that since I was fifteen,” she muttered.
Chris pushed the fast forward button again and the man, whose face she felt she recognized, and his redheaded lover jiggled off the screen. Chris suddenly realized that she was looking at action occurring in a different room.
“Did they move the camera,” she wondered to her self as she watched a rather ornate bedroom fill with a half dozen nude and semi-nude men and women. At fast speed she could recognize no one. When she slowed it down she immediately spotted the dumpy little nurse who had given her the party house address and Marilyn among the crowd.
“Holy mackerel,” she giggled as she watched the assembled group, consisting of all shapes and sizes, rapidly arrange themselves into a boy-girl daisy chain. The camera seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time fixed on one pasty faced, scrawny man, with wispy black hair. All of a sudden the shock of recognition.
“I know who that man is and also the one with the redhead. They’re city politicians who’ve been in the news recently. Wow this is hot,” Chris murmured to no one in particular.
She once more went to the fast forward key and moved on through the tape until she saw another change of scene. This time Chris saw her own thin, supple body and the full breasted form of Betty Morales coupling on that critical night. She shivered and fast forwarded to the end of the tape.
“I wish I could fast forward out of the situation that I got into that night,” she thought as she ejected the tape and put in the next one she had selected.
“It’s rather like watching a porno movie isn’t it,” a soft woman’s voice said. Chris jumped and turned toward the voice. Betty Morales stood behind her with a worried look on her face.
“My God you scared me,” Chris said sharply.
“Sorry. I came in while you were briefly watching our antics on that night,” she said with a wistful smile. “Sam asked me to chaperone you in here. It’s possible, but not very likely, that Hilda or Paul or Fred could show up.”
“Oh! I never thought of that,” Chris said.
“The reason it’s unlikely is because I would guess you sent them a warning message as you tried the computer access codes.”
“Huh — I just used the first few. The inventory and filing system used for the tapes came up right away,” Chris replied.
Betty chuckled softly. “You’re a typical computer user kiddo. The person who wrote this program knew his business. There is no way that your unauthorized access wasn’t designed to alert the authorized users of the material. It’s possible you even erased the more valuable stuff in the computer memory by accessing it as you did.”
“I didn’t realize. You mean I may have erased the drug inventory for example?”
“Yep. Or the list of folks these crooks were blackmailing — besides you and me that is,” Betty said grinning.
“Why are you grinning. It’s damned embarrassing for an intelligent person to let the crotch rule the head. Especially when it gets video taped,” Chris said blushing once again.
“Yeah I guess it would be for a girl from Nebraska.”
“I’m from Iowa and don’t be so damned patronizing,” Chris said hotly.
“Don’t get huffy. I’m just trying to kill some time until your friend Joe gets here with the warrant. I want to get those cases open and see what’s in them,” Betty said. “Let’s watch some more kinky video while we’re waiting.”
Chris shook her head. “I really don’t like doing this. It’s like reading other people’s mail. But, I want to find the one with Marilyn and me.”
“That was your night for girls was it,” Betty said staring hard at Chris.
“As a matter of fact yes — yours too?”
“With me that’s every night doll. Didn’t your friend Lena tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She invited me to move in with her and Stephi once the case is settled,” Betty answered.
“Doesn’t this stuff on the tapes bother you? What will the DEA say if this gets to them?” Chris wondered.
“Nothing. Let me tell you a little story about my career,” Betty said leaning back in her chair and stretching so that her magnificent breasts stood like ripe melons beneath a soft sheer covering.
“You testing me?” Chris laughed.
“Good line. That’s how things started in my office so in a way I guess I was testing,” Betty said grinning.
“OK tell me about it. I’ll find the tape of me with Marilyn later.”
“I have been a lesbian even before I really knew about sex. Technically I guess I’m bisexual since I do get the urge to try it with men from time to time. But my luck with them, as you recently observed, has always been lousy. Women have always attracted me. I love their smell, their smooth skin, their bodies and their faces.”
“I have been having sex since I was eleven and I’m thirty-two now. My first affair was with an older woman, a friend of the family, who had an important federal civil service job. I spent my summers traveling with her and ultimately went to school in DC so that we could live together.”
“Through her I got my job in the bureaucracy. And, it would be to her that my activities would be reported. So you see I’m not worried about being blackmailed.”
“What will she think when she finds you have cheated, is that the right word?” Chris asked.
“Kiddo you have a lot to learn. Few if any lesbian relationships are monogamous for long. Second, I am a nymph. I have sex three or four times a day — I cruise bars, I come to places that have parties, I pick up women in gay clubs — I need women like Hershey needs chocolate.”
“My friend has known that almost from the start. Hell, I wore her out the third night we were together. We have always had at least a third member of our little family and I’m sure she does even now while I’m on assignment.”
Chris shook her head. “I have heard of men fantasizing about women who need sex but I never heard of a lesbian nymphomaniac.”
“Now you have. And here comes your lover boy and his troops I do believe.”
She was right. Joe, Sam and several other officers, in and out of uniform, came striding through the forest of shelves. When Joe saw Chris sitting primly in front of the console his face lit up. He touched her hand but made no other gesture of affection.
“Did you get the warrant?” Betty asked her eyes flitting from Joe to the big blond female cop who had had the mock tussle with Lena.
“Yeah we got it Sam,” said waving a crowbar in his big mitt.
“Let’s get cracking then,” Betty said moving to where the big blond stood quietly returning her gaze. “I’ll go with officer Horton here.”
Chris muttered to herself, “I figured you would.” Then out loud she asked, “Can I take some of these tapes and head home?”
“You can take as many tapes as you like. I’ll have an officer see you home — I’ll meet you there later,” Joe said smiling. “I think we can wrap this thing up with a little luck.”
Chris smiled at Joe as she scooped up a half dozen video cassettes and tucked them under her arm. Walking down the aisle created by the shelving she was met by Sam Lynden.
“Chris, Joe said that you gotta go home with the guy that brought you,” he said laughingly. “By the way the cardboard boxes are loaded with condoms filled with crack.”
“Really? What’s in the wooden boxes?”
“We don’t know. I’m sure Joe will tell you when he sees you later on.”
Chris ran directly up the stairs to her flat. She didn’t want to review the tapes with Lena and Stephi watching. She wondered, as she selected a tape for review, if she was more concerned with other people’s privacy or her own response to what she was watching.
After selecting a cassette Chris turned on her TV and VCR. She watched the scene briefly and moved on. After her experience watching the gray haired muscular man and the redheaded woman perform she decided that unless she recognized the room or herself in a scene she would fast forward all scenes.
It took her about an hour to find the tape made in Marilyn’s bedroom that early morning. She rewound the tape and marked it for destruction. The other tapes she set aside for Joe to review if he needed them.
She could feel fatigue catching up with her. She rose, stretched and decided that what she needed was a hot bath. She undressed rapidly as the tub filled with warm water ant the small bathroom filled with steam. Sliding beneath the scented bubbles she wondered why she felt suddenly at peace with herself.
That she must have dozed occurred to her. She was shivering half submerged in cloudy water with nary a bubble in sight. Laughing she stepped out of the tub and let it drain before taking a shower to wash the film of soap bubble bath clung to her.
“I guess it was the cold that woke me. I must have dreamed the noise,” she thought as she scrubbed the soapy scum away.
Stepping out of the shower and scrubbing at her body with a soft towel she definitely heard a knock at her door. Quickly slipping into her old terry robe she trotted barefoot to the door.
Stephi, flushed and clutching a blue velour robe to keep it closed, stood there.
“We thought there might be trouble,” she panted, stepping into the room, “Joe tried calling you and got no answer a few minutes ago.”
“I fell asleep in the bath tub,” Chris giggled.
“Oh. Well why don’t you slip something less informal on and come down stairs? Joe wont be her until seven at the soonest.”
Chris’ face reflected her disappointment. “OK, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she said.
“I’ll wait,” Stephi said, settling into the only soft chair in the room.
Chris went back to the bath room and finished her toilet. She decided that dabbing on a new perfume might help to lift her spirits. Then, slipping on a pair of old sweat pants and mismatching sweat shirt she walked back into the living room.
Stephi had dozed off in the chair. Her robe had fallen open revealing her lush body, firm, large breasts and the forest of pale blond hair that swept up from her crotch.
Chris, despite her best resolve, felt her breasts fill, her nipples harden and the familiar moistness suddenly start between her legs.
“Stephi, wake up,” she whispered shaking the sleeping Dane’s arm.
“Huh… oh, I’m sorry Chrisie… I guess the evening isn’t as young as I thought. Let’s go down stairs,” she said rising and gathering her robe around her.
If Stephi was disconcerted by her nudity her behavior did not reveal it. Chris, on the other hand, surreptitiously glanced at the crotch of her sweat pants to see if there was a revealing wet spot; there wasn’t.
The two women walked down the stairs and entered the warm, softly lit living room of Stephi and Lena’s living quarters. Stephi put a finger to her lips and said, “Speak softly. We have company. Betty Morales and her new friend Leona Horton, the big blond cop, dropped in about an hour ago.”
“You don’t need me sitting around for goodness sake,” Chris said starting to rise.
“Betty asked if you could come down. I think she likes you,” Stephi said, laughing.
“From what I have heard and seen she likes anything without a penis,” Chris said, “so don’t think you’re flattering me.”
“You may be right,” Stephi replied. “Let me get you some coffee.”
Stephi was back in a minute carrying two mugs of black coffee. She was followed by an alluringly disheveled Betty Morales wearing Lena’s filmy pink negligee, and carrying her own steaming mug of the brew.
“Hi, Chris glad you could visit.”
“Hello Betty, come sit with us.”
Betty, her large breasts bouncing tantalizingly, walked to the love seat Chris occupied. She slid into the narrow space next to Chris her firm, ample hips brushing Chris’ thigh. “Urn, you smell good,” she murmured settling back.
“Thanks. As a matter of fact so do you,” Chris said very conscious of the blend of musky perfume and sex that clung to the lusty woman.
Stephi seemed edgy and finally rose and with out a word walked out of the room.
“She’s itching to get into bed with Lena and Leona. She’s a wild lady once aroused I’ll tell you.”
Chris felt the increased pressure from Betty’s and turned slightly. Betty had put her cup on the floor and now she took Chris’ and moved it out of the way. Her strong arms snaked around Chris’ neck and she kissed her with fierce abandon. Her tongue slid into Chris’ eager mouth and danced wildly. Her hands slid under Chris’ sweat shirt and clutched at her tiny, pouting breasts, rolling the firm, erect nipples between her fingers.
Chris groaned with sudden unquenchable desire. She struggled to get her hands on Betty’s lush, tempting breasts tearing at the delicate clasps of the filmy negligee in her urgency. The two women struggled to get free of the clothes that were encumbrances to their flaming lust.
They had slipped off the love seat and were groaning and straining at each other’s ardent body. Betty straddled the lean, supple Chris. Her large, dark areolas and firm nipples swept back and forth across Chris’ pouting, pointing little breasts and their large erect nipples. With each sweep Chris gasped and strained to raise her hips against Betty’s grinding pelvis that pressed ever more firmly against her wet, fervent, wide open cunt.
Betty suddenly stiffened, her hands gripped Chris’ shoulders and she moaned softly, “Yes, my God yes.”
Chris felt her cunt and thighs suddenly covered with the warm wetness of Betty’s intense climax. She struggled now to match her lover’s joy. Betty, smiled at the lovely blond writhing beneath her and slid slowly down the throbbing ardent body. Her mouth and tongue left a trail of fire as she brought her them slowly to Chris’ ardent center of love.
Chris lifted her wide spread legs and Betty’s tongue slipped over the vibrating stiff little clit. Moving her tongue deftly along the rigid shaft of Chris’ clit she slipped two fingers deep inside her warm, wet cunt.
Chris’ fumbling hands now held her legs flexed against her belly. Her hips thrust at Betty’s probing fingers and seeking tongue. She whispered softly, “Fill me darling, please.”
No sooner had she uttered the words than she felt the finger’s of Betty’s other hand slide into her throbbing anus. Now Chris moved beyond control. Her grip on her legs tightened as her body rolled and thrust ungovernably. She seemed to suddenly move out of her body. She heard a woman shriek with unbridled passion and she could feel the sucking, pulsing of that shrieking lover’s pounding orgasm.
Many minutes later Chris emerged from the ecstatic world into which she had wandered with Betty’s skillful assistance. She lay on the floor, panting, her body covered with a fine sweat. On hand clung tightly to the leg of the love seat where her journey of love had started.
She sat up slowly and found four lovely naked women, Stephi, Lena, Leona and Betty, all staring open mouthed at her.
Lena spoke first, “Child you must have thought you died and went to heaven. Never have I heard such joyful noise.”
Chris too tired to do more than blush whispered, “I guess you never know what you can do until you try.”
Stephi who had left the room as Lena was speaking returned carrying a soft, fluffy blanket which she gently draped over Chris’ sweaty body. “Sleep dear. It’s what you need most now.”
Around six in the morning Chris was awakened by noises coming from Stephi and Lena’s bedroom. It didn’t take long for her to grasp their significance. “Betty and Leona should make this an interesting place to live,” she thought getting up and fumbling around for her shirt and pants.
Once dressed she folded the blanket Stephi had so kindly provided and quietly climbed the stairs to her apartment. She was too keyed up to want to sleep. She wanted to see Joe again and hold him in her arms. She wandered around the tiny flat straightening things up and finally even remaking the bed with fresh linen. Still there was no call and no knock at the door.
She stripped off her raunchy sweat clothes and stepped into the shower. To help kill the time she washed her hair too. Then wrapping a thick bath sheet around her waist she sat down and started to set and dry her tick blond hair.
Suddenly, there was a soft knocking at the door. Chris rushed out of the bathroom oblivious to her semi-nude state. She threw the door wide when she saw Joe, in his usual rumpled state, standing outside it and flew into his open arms. They kissed tenderly. She clung to him as his strong arms carried her back into the living room kicking the door shut.
Easing her onto the sofa Joe said, “You don’t have to walk around naked to turn me on darling. Just thinking about you boggles my mind.”
Chris gasped, “Oh my God, I was so excited about seeing you I forgot about how I was dressed.”
She tried to get up from the sofa but Joe was holding her close and kissing her still damp hair, his hands fondling her tiny eager breasts.
Chris pushed him away reluctantly. “We’ll play all the rest of the day after you tell me the whole story of Marilyn and the forty thieves.”
“If you sit around with those cute boobs hanging out I’ll only tell you that I love you all day. I guess I better let you put a robe or something on,” Joe said with a moan of disappointment.
As Chris headed for the bedroom she called over her shoulder, “Make us some coffee please.”
A few minutes later she was in the kitchen sitting opposite Joe and sipping the strong stuff he laughingly called coffee. “OK let’s her the story.”
Joe leaned back in his chair, kicked off his shoes and started a professional recounting of the entire picture. Chris sat quietly for a while and finally said, “If you keep this up neither of us is gong to get laid for the next week. Just give me a summary please.”
“How do you know what my top priority is?” Joe laughed. “OK here is the story in a nutshell.”
“Marilyn and Billy are really patsies in this. Paul is the big boss of American operations for an international smuggling group. He owns the property Marilyn lives on plus all of the fancy cars she had use of. Fred is the muscle and the man who designs and sets up all of the cons they need to use.”
“Billy it turns out is in love with Marilyn and did what ever she asked trying to protect her. He really is a fine tennis player and he has lost his edge because he follows Marilyn everywhere, like a puppy dog.”
“The operation itself is intended to smuggle in and distribute tons of illegal throughout the country. The funny thing is that the wooden cases contained guns. According to the only person associated with the actual operation of the ring that we have in custody Paul decided on his own to supply weapons to the LA gangs. The informant, incidentally is the man you identified as a prominent politician in that video tape — the pasty faced guy in the daisy chain sequence.”
“The idea of recruiting illegal aliens for local for profit hospitals came from Fred. He was screwing a doctor’s wife, part of a con apparently, and she complained of how hard it was for her husband to finagle big bucks anymore. Fred analyzed the problem and came up with what he called his Ollie North solution. Use illegals with a modicum of experience caring for the sick as the mules.”
“First they would get into the US. Second they would get money for smuggling drugs in. Third, they would be trained by doctors and nurses who were photographed in indiscreet liaisons. It obviously worked, for a while at least.”
“That’s it,” Joe said reaching across the table for Chris. “Not so fast buster. What will happen to Marilyn and her loyal lover Billy?”
“Billy is guilty of nothing more than being in love. Marilyn, who helped us a lot will undoubtedly be sent for drug rehab and then on probation for a year or so,” Joe said looking longingly at Chris.
Chris reached across the table and took his hand. They walked into the bedroom hand in hand. Chris, hands shaking with anticipation helped Joe undress.
Then kissing passionately they fell onto the bed. Chris clung to her strong, silent lover. His hands moved lovingly over her body. Holding tightly to her tiny breasts and full, stiffly erect nipples Joe let Chris guide his large, stiff, anxious cock into her eager, wet cunt.
Chris threw her shapely legs around Joe’s plunging hips and ground her pelvis wantonly onto his suddenly pulsating cock. As Chris felt her lover’s explosive ejaculation inside her throbbing cunt she cried out, “My love I’m coming,” and her body jerked and shivered as spasm after spasm of orgasmic delight once again swept her into a place of indescribable ecstasy.
Exhausted they both slept for a while. Suddenly Joe wakened to find his insatiable lover holding his big, pulsating cock in her dainty hands which moved slowly and sensuously up and down its shaft.
Chris with a faraway look in her eyes lowered her lovely mouth onto Joe’s now throbbing organ. Still holding his cock with one hand she lid her mouth down the shaft letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin. Joe could not restrain himself, his ejaculation poured into Chris’ avid mouth.
Groaning with delight Joe held Chris’ head gently as the spasms of his orgasm passed quickly. He sighed as he drifted of to sleep again, “Darling will you marry me?”
Chris stretched out beside her powerful over and let her hands move lovingly over his marvelously muscled body. She felt her need for him grow uncontrollably. Finally, she rolled on top of him and kissed his parted lips, his neck and then his tiny nipples.
Joe roused and crushed Chris to him. Her hands once again found his cock, erect and ready. She lifted her lovely hips, the dew of her desire sparkled on her blond muff as she guided him deep inside her.
Then thrusting wildly, straining to take more of him into the center of her being she suddenly stiffened and squealed as her cunt squeezed and pushed with the spasms of her wild climax.
Joe watching the fury of her orgasm as it moved through her lovely body ejaculated once again. As Chris felt the mighty throb of his pulsing cock she screamed with delight and buried hungry mouth into his neck murmuring, “Oh my darling yes, yes, yes.”
They went to Las Vegas the next day to be married. Stephi, Lena, Betty and Leona were their witnesses.
After Chris had moved into Joe’s house Lena and Stephi turned the upstairs flat over to Betty and Leona.
It has been several years since all of this occurred. Joe continues his work as a police lieutenant and Betty remains a senior DEA official. They all remain friends and not surprisingly happy and satisfied lovers.
“So I guess I’ll check on the laundry and then hunt for a good book,” Chris said starting to get up from the table.
“Let me help you with the sheets. It’s easier for two people to handle them,” Stephi said putting her cup down and rising from the table.
As Stephi stood up Chris was suddenly aware of Stephi’s large breasts and firm nipples pressing hard against the soft fabric of her well worn sweat shirt. She averted her eyes with difficulty and looked to see if Stephi was conscious of her staring.
Stephi smiled and said, “Let’s get the sheets into the dryer, OK?”
The damp sheets were heavy and Chris was glad Stephi had offered to assist her. It was while the were working with the second of Chris’ sheets that their hands met, whether by design or accident neither knew.
Chris looked at Stephi whose face and exposed neck were deeply flushed. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a thin row of perspiration beading her upper lip. Chris felt her small breast harden and her nipples grew as if they had a life of their own. Turning to Stephi Chris’ voice shook as she said, “I guess we’re done with that for now. What should we do now?”
Stephi extended her strong hand and led Chris into the bed room. Whispering softly, “Make love to me please.”
Chris put her arms ground the lovely blond woman and pressed her aching breasts against Stephi’s full bosom. She felt Stephi’s erect, large nipples pressing against her own and she gasped with delight.
Stephi’s hands tugged at the draw string of Chris’ track pants which finally slithered to the floor as Chris stripped off her tattered sweat shirt. Chris gently pressed Stephi back onto the bed and after sliding her pants off straddled the Danish beauty pressing her blond pubic mound firmly against Stephi’s paler blond pussy.
Grunting with ungovernable passion Stephi thrust and ground her hips into Chris’ firm pelvis. She rolled her head from side to side and spread her thighs wide as her hands seeking hand holding Chris’ loving body close. With a deep groan Stephi came. Chris could feel the warmth of Stephi’s cum soaking her pubic hair and the inside of her thighs. Stephi clung to Chris’ hips and shivered as the spasms of her repeated orgasms moved resolutely through her throbbing, yearning body.
Panting and flushed Stephi opened her eyes at last and whispered, “I want you again darling.” She gently slid out from under Chris’ uncontrollably eager body and gently pressed Chris down on the bed.
Whimpering, her chest heaving with desire Chris begged, “Tie my hands, please.”
Stephi leaned over the aroused young woman and as her large breasts brushed over Chris’ full, stiff nipples Chris reached and held them tight begging, “Tie me for God’s sake.” Stephi reached into her bedside table drawer and brought out two soft, fur covered pink tapes. Straddling Chris’ thrashing, thrusting body she slipped the tapes over the bed posts and with no difficulty over Chris’ delicate, straining wrists and arms.
As Chris was now beyond control. Her mouth was open, she was rolling her head from side to side whimpering and squealing unintelligible sounds. Stephi still straddling the frenzied beauty moved her hands down to Chris’ wet and thrusting crotch.
Then sliding her lips and tongue slowly down the arched, yearning body of her lover she reached the wet, warm center of Chris’ desire. Placing he hands firmly one either side of Chris’ eager cunt she gently pulled the skin until Chris’ tiny, rigid little pearl of love burst forth.
Chris was now uttering little screams and thrusting her hips with furious urgency. Stephi took the stiff pink clit into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Chris shrieked, her body stiffened and Stephi’s mouth quickly filled with the salty, womanly tasting token of Chris’ unrestrained ecstasy.
As the spasms of Chris’ intense and prolonged climax passed Stephi felt Chris’ hands moving gently through her hair. Lifting her eyes she saw that the lovely blond had broken the soft, pink restraints Stephi had used.
Sitting back on her haunches Stephi laughed as she whispered to the now quiet Chris, “It’s a good thing those love restraints come in packages of twelve.”
Chris smiled tenderly and opened her arms to her big breasted, artful lover. Arms entwined they lay quietly on the bed and finally slept in each other’s loving grasp.
It was close to noon when both women were roused by the soft buzz of the telephone. Stephi rolled onto her back and reached for the instrument on her bed side table. The conversation was brief and limited to grunts of affirmation from Stephi.
After replacing the phone she remained sitting and said, “Chris, that was Joe. He will pick you up in about an hour. He wants you to ID some people from pictures he has.”
Chris jumped out of bed her little boobs bouncing as she ran first to the john and then to scoop up her discarded clothes. She heard Stephi laughing and stopped. “What’s so funny?”
“You still have the ties on your wrists. It looks wicked and funny.” Chris blushed as she pulled the soft pink ribbons from her arms. Then she picked up her clothes once again and ran up the stairs to her apartment to shower and dress.
It was closer to one-thirty when Joe and a tall, black police officer in uniform arrived. Joe introduced his companion as Sergeant Lynden who shook hands with Chris his large hand large, firm hand completely covered hers.
Chris requested that Stephi be present and Joe said that would be fine. Stephi, dressed in slacks and a non-revealing cotton blouse, climbed the stairs minutes after Chris called to her.
Chris, in jeans and a soft, pink cowl necked sweater, sat demurely next to Joe on the tiny couch.
“OK let’s get started on this,” Joe said reaching for a brief case that rested against the side of the couch.
Joe handed Chris a large brown envelope and said, “There are pictures of a dozen people in this. I would like you to put a name and if possible a please of meeting to each one.”
Chris pulled the pile of pictures out of the envelope and scanned them all quickly. The she started through the pile again taking each picture in turn and commenting on it before handing it to Joe.
Sergeant Lynden took notes as Chris talked. As Chris returned each picture she noticed that Joe entered a number on the back and then handed it to Lynden.
Of the twelve pictures it turned out that Chris was able to identify ten people. She gasped when she saw a picture of Marilyn because she looked so different from when Chris had seen her only the night before.
“How long ago was that picture taken?”
“That picture is over two years old. We got it from the Betty Ford Clinic in Palm Springs. Your friend Marilyn has been treated for substance abuse at least once. That’s how she looked when the Ford people first got her.”
“My God. And I think she may be headed that way again,” Chris said shaking her pretty head.
“Yeah,” Sergeant Lynden said in a deeply resonant, voice, “if she survives the week you mean.”
“I don’t understand.” Chris looked quizzically from Lynden to Joe.
“Well let’s go over the situation we have been dealing with,” Joe said. “Chris could we have some coffee? This explanation’s going to take some time.”
Stephi jumped to her feet and said, “I’ll make it. Chris you stay here and make sure they save the juicy parts until I get back. Would anyone like a sandwich or something else with their coffee?”
The two men shook their heads and Joe said, “Chris you can go help Stephi. Lynden and I have some calls to make based on your identifications.”
Chris and Stephi went into Chris’ tiny kitchen. After getting the coffee maker running they scurried between apartments and found several different kinds of cookies and crackers to serve. In less than thirty minutes they were back in Chris’ living room. Lynden was still using the phone but Joe had dozed off in his chair.
Lynden, whose first name was Sam, the women discovered told them that Joe had been up most of the night working on the case. They had been startled to discover that the DEA was also involved but, as he put it, “I’ll let the Lieutenant do all the explaining.”
The three of them sipped their coffees and ate cookies while Joe slept. Finally, just as Stephi wondered out loud whether she should make more coffee Joe wakened. He stretched and said, “Must have needed that. The coffee smells good. Is there any left?”
Chris poured him a cup from the carafe and then shook it listening for the splash. “If anyone wants more I’ll go make it otherwise I’d like to hear what’s going on.”
Joe finished his coffee and said, “I don’t think we need more. Lynden and I have to get back in within the next hour so here’s the story to date. It seems that one of the major Valley hospitals hired themselves a real bottom line type as an administrator.”
“This bean-counter decided that the best way to cut hospital expenses for the company, not the patients, was to hire people from south of the border. He was not too interested in whether they had any experience in caring for the sick because he figured they could be trained to work as aides or if they had enough experience as LVNs.”
“The hospital’s director of nurses and her two assistants objected and were fired. He tried hiring others and was unsuccessful. Then about two years ago someone told him of a newly established recruiting service that imported in hospital personnel. He hired them on the spot.”
“What her hired was a group of thugs really. They are drug importers and dealers. The people they bring in are untrained or poorly trained. The administrator, one of the people you did not identify Chris, has been taking massive kickbacks from these people.”
“Incidentally his name was not one Marilyn gave you. She gave you the names of two doctors who are also in on the scam, one runs the ICU/CCU of the hospital in question the other’s function is still not clear.”
“OK. Now among the people whose pictures you identified, one was the big woman Lena hassled with at the bar. She’s a cop. Another was Betty Morales. She is, believe it or not, a DEA agent. She has provided us with much information including the old picture of Marilyn Short.”
“The pictures of Fred Welsh and Billy Deacon are from our bunco files. Fred is a real charmer who follows the well-to-do golfing crowd. He’s an excellent golfer and passes himself off as a pro.”
“Apparently he left the LA area several years ago and turned up again recently as an employee of the recruiting service I mentioned. No complaints about his bilking rich unmarried women which is his usual con.”
“Billy Deacon is somewhat different from Fred. He is a skilled tennis player and apparently has been a good teaching pro at various clubs over the country. His problem is that he is a real skirt chaser. He has been fired from various country clubs because of his amorous adventures.”
“He has been here in the LA area for over a year. We are not certain of how he has supported himself but we do know he has lived with at least three different women since his arrival here. One of the women he lived with claimed he conned her out of some jewelry. That’s how he wound up in the bunco file.”
“Unlike Fred he has no criminal record and seems to really come into this picture only because he has been very friendly with Marilyn. She has used him on two other recruiting adventures similar to your experience Chris. Each time he’s the boy that gets Marilyn.”
“Interesting. But what do you hope to find in all this?” Chris asked.
Sergeant Lynden responded. “We think that Fred and Marilyn are no more than working stiffs. There is a boss of the operation who arranges the shipments of ‘nursing personnel’ and the accompanying drugs. The processing of both probably occurs in that big house occupied by Marilyn. We have two well trained nurses from small midwestern towns who have come to us, belatedly, and told us of the operation.”
“In each instance they were recruited as you were and taken to a place where their service in treating drug over doses, and recovering condoms full of dope, required. They were always blindfolded and threatened with revelation of embarrassing secrets, including pictures and video tapes, if they talked.”
“You may well receive threatening call if you don’t make a real effort to contact the people Marilyn suggested. We have discovered, through Betty Morales, that everybody at those so called parties could have been video taped. Consequently, we want you to initiate another conversation with Marilyn.”
Chris blanched. “That sounds risky,” she blurted.
“Not really,” Joe said. “We think that if you confront her with haying bugged your car she may break. You are to visit her tonight with Sergeant Lynden as your police escort. Just be convincingly angry about the bugging situation,” Joe said smiling and patting her hand.
“OK. I guess I better get my laundry and get out of here Stephi,” Chris said smiling.
“Be ready about seven,” Joe said as Chris rose from her chair, “I’ll take you to dinner before the balloon goes up.”
Chris collected her dry linen and clumped up the stairs not exactly thrilled with the turn of events. “I guess a poorly controlled libido can get you in all kinds of trouble after all,” she thought as she put her clean sheets away.
After stowing the linen Chris selected her wardrobe for the evening. She decided she should wear a subdued outfit and so selected navy blue turtle neck shirt and gabardine slacks, plus a gray tweed jacket and black loafers. Then stripping to her panties only she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Her alarm wakened her at six. She hurried with her shower and was dressed and ready when Joe knocked at her door a little before seven.
He was impeccably dressed in a pinstriped three piece suit, blue shirt and rep tie.
“You are a handsome fellow,” Chris said as she ushered him in.
“Thanks. Let’s hurry I have seven-thirty reservations at a swanky place in Beverly Hills. Wont due to be late when I’m showing my best girl off,” he said smiling broadly.
Chris slipped on her jacket, checked her make up and reappeared in moments. “All set. Let’s show each other off.”
Dinner was leisurely and as they sipped brandy Joe said, “Sergeant Lynden will meet us at the West Valley Station around ten. Why don’t you try calling Marilyn now about seeing her tonight. Make it clear you wont take no for an answer.”
Chris went to a public phone near the restrooms and dialed Marilyn’s number. It took six rings before the brusque voice of Marilyn Short came on line.
“Yes.”
“Marilyn, it’s Chris — Chris Diamond.”
“Oh, so you’ve finally called someone. Why bother me? Call the people I told you to,” she replied angrily.
“Look Marilyn, I’ve got something serious to discuss with you. I want to see you tonight.”
“Like hell I’m busy. You do as your told or you’ll find yourself doing a lot of explaining kid.”
“Marilyn, listen to me carefully. I want to see you tonight. I don’t know what you mean about embarrassment but I do know that you or your friends have some explaining to do. I’ll be at your place within the hour. So get yourself straightened out,” Chris said getting angry at Marilyn’s truculence.
“Sorry, I’m busy tonight. Go fly…”
“Don’t hang up — if you’re not there when I get there I’ll go to the cops.”
There was a long pause during which time Chris was certain she could hear a muffled conversation at the other end of the line.
“OK get here around ten-thirty,” Marilyn said grudgingly.
Chris hung up and sat at the phone for a brief period waiting for her hands to stop shaking and her pulse to slow. She hadn’t realized how upsetting the situation was. “Shit. They obviously have me on tape,” she thought as she walked back to the table.
Joe came stood and took her hand as she approached the table. “Your pale as a ghost and your hands are as cold as ice.”
“You were right. I’m on video tape. She threatened me. But, when I said the magic word, ‘cops’, she agreed to meet with me. It’s at her place at ten-thirty.”
“Good,” Joe said smiling.
“What the hell are you smiling about?”
“I was thinking of that video tape,” he said with a mock leer.
Chris, blushed, and made a fake pass at Joe with her tiny fist. “By the way there was someone with her. I’m sure she spoke with some one before agreeing to see me.”
“That’s a surprise. We’ve been watching the place for the past twenty-four hours and no one other than the help, a cable TV repair man — oh my God that’s it — the TV repair man. We may need more back up. This is coming clearer by the minute,” Joe said rising and heading for the phone.
When Joe returned he was frowning. “I think we better go. I’ve got more people coming but Lynden thinks you ought to arrive a little earlier than scheduled.”
Joe paid the bill and they walked out into the cool evening air. Chris was surprised to see her car at the door with Sam Lynden, in uniform, behind the wheel.
Joe assisted her into the car and kissed her tenderly. “You’ll be OK. Follow Sam’s lead.”
Sergeant Lynden was a skillful driver. They cruised out of Beverly Hills to the San Diego Freeway and then onto the Ventura. They were in Calabasas by a little after ten.
“Chris when we get there you ring the bell. I’ll not show myself until Marilyn, or whoever answers the door, is ready to let you in. OK?”
“Fine,” she said not able to keep a quiver out of her voice.
The approach to Marilyn’s house was, as usual, well lit. Sam parked the car directly in front of the house on the circular driveway. Chris got out of the car and walked briskly to the door.
The chimes were still echoing when Marilyn, dressed in a filmy negligee and nothing else opened it, “Hi Chrisie dear.”
“Her voice is seductive, her body still inviting,” Chris thought, “but my God her face looks like she’s been on a three day drunk,” Chris thought as she moved to but not across the threshold. “Hi, Marilyn. You been sick?”
“No dear. Come in please it’s chilly for me in this little number,” Marilyn giggled.
“OK. But I brought my friend Sam Lynden with me,” Chris said stepping aside and letting the Sergeant enter first. Chris could see Marilyn blanch, her puffy face seemed to fall apart with a mixture of fright and confusion.
Chris closed the door behind her as Marilyn retreated rapidly, tripping once over the long trail of the negligee. Sliding onto a small chair, Marilyn said, “What the hell you didn’t say anything about bringing a cop. He’s not welcome here and he doesn’t have a warrant.”
Chris sniffed the air of the room. Ether, she thought. Then she noticed that Sam also smelled it. It was Sam who spoke first, “I don’t need a warrant, not when I suspect a felony is occurring on the premises — and I smell ether — so I guess you are or have been free basing coke — that’s a crime.”
“I want a lawyer,” Marilyn blurted tugging nervously at the fancy pink ties of her flimsy garment.
“Sure soon’s I arrest you and read you your rights,” Sam said settling into an upholstered chair across the room and looking unashamedly at Marilyn’s nearly naked body.
Marilyn gradually re-acquired her sangfroid. She returned Sam’s stare and said coolly, “I think I’d like to slip a little something else on, if you don’t mind Sergeant.”
“Sure go ahead. Miss Diamond will accompany you though. And if you aren’t out of there in three minutes, by the clock, I’m coming in. Understood?” Chris followed Marilyn into the ornate bedroom. The large screen TV flickered but had no picture and the smell of ether was very strong. However, Chris could not see any paraphernalia around.
Marilyn dropped the negligee and turned to Chris with what she must have thought was a seductive look.
Chris coolly said, “Get a robe on and let’s get back to the Sergeant so we can talk.”
Marilyn went to the walk-in closet and returned moments later wearing a heavy blue-silk kimono. She looked at Chris pleadingly, “Chris let me calm myself down. I’ll use the john. It’ll only take a few minutes — please.”
“OK,” Chris said wondering if she was being to sympathetic.
She sat down on the fancy pink chair near the door and prepared to wait. Suddenly the big screen came to life. Chris could see Marilyn in her blue kimono moving around in the bathroom. She opened a drawer in the vanity and took two items out and dropped them in the kimono’s voluminous pockets. Chris saw that one was a clear plastic bag similar to the one she saw in Marilyn’s purse earlier.
The other item she couldn’t identify. Marilyn had moved too quickly. As Chris continued to watch Marilyn walked to a small rattan chair and, after slipping the kimono off, sat down. She opened the small plastic envelope and poured a small amount of the white powder it contained into the palm of her left hand. Turning slightly she carefully placed the envelope on the vanity and turned back to face the camera. Chris wondered if Marilyn knew she was being watched.
Marilyn’s face acquired a hungry, almost feral, look as she lifted her left palm to her nose and alternately closed one nostril and sniffed with the other until the pile of powder had disappeared from her hand.
She sat quietly for a moment or two and then her hands began to pull at her full breasts and to rub her rigidly erect nipples. She reached into the fallen kimono’s pocket and pulled out the other item she had place there. It was a penis shaped vibrator.
As Chris watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination Marilyn, sitting now with her legs wide apart, slipped the vibrator into her wet pink cunt and slid it back and forth rapidly. Suddenly her back arched, her mouth opened and her hands moved to her full breasts and held them. Her climax ended as quickly as it started.
Marilyn now moving with remarkable alacrity picked the vibrator off the floor, dropped it in the lavatory, rinsed her hands, and slipped on her kimono. Moments later she appeared in the bedroom. “OK let’s get this over with. I feel great now — thanks for the extra time.”
Marilyn and Chris walked back into the living room. Marilyn’s face was still puffy but her eyes were abnormally bright. She sat down confidently next to Sam Lynden. “OK sarge let’s get this over with.”
“Fine Miss Short. First let me ask you how long your high will last?”
Marilyn was startled by the question. “Damn, you think you know so much. Well it’ll last until you and Miss Itchy Pussy are out of here,” she spat back at him.
Chris blushed. She had reconciled herself to the probability of worse things than bad names coming out in the investigation. But, Marilyn’s venom was unpleasant just the same.
“OK. Why’d you bug Miss Diamond’s car?”
Marilyn stared at Chris as she answered. “Who says I did?”
“We’re going to get nowhere fast if you answer my questions with questions, ma’am. Let’s try again. When Miss Diamond’s car was sent to the repair shop from here who authorized the repairs?”
“I did and paid for them too.”
“I see. Do you have a copy of the service order or the bill?”
“No. Paul takes care of all those things. He picked the car up I believe.”
“Is Paul here this evening?”
“No.”
“Do you know what was wrong with Miss Diamond’s car or what repairs were made?”
“No.”
“Fine. How long you been free-basing coke?”
Marilyn shot out of her seat like a rocket. Her face contorted with rage, spittle running from the corner of her mouth. “You sonovabitch get out and take this hayseed cunt with you,” she shrieked.
“Calm down please. I know you have cocaine in this house; in your bathroom as a matter of fact — I watched you prepare for this interview on television,” Sam said quietly.
Chris turned to the tall black policeman her face reflecting her surprise. “You watched too?”
“Yes, Chris, I wondered what was taking you so long so I quietly opened the bedroom door and saw the same thing you did,” his deep voice sounded sad.
Marilyn sat with her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, “I can’t go on this way.”
Chris moved to Marilyn and put an arm around her shoulders. “Come on Marilyn tell us what’s going on and let us help you.”
Marilyn straightened up. Wiping her eyes and cheeks on a handkerchief Sam had handed to her she said in a low voice, “Let me just tell what I know and then ask questions.”
“It’s your show now Ms. Short,” Sam said taking a notebook from his inside pocket and settling back.
“After substance abuse treatment program I was clean and felt good. However, I owed a lot of money to several people. It wasn’t long before my major creditors began to get nasty. I wasn’t even keeping up with the interest they charged on the money I had borrowed.”
“One day Fred came to see me and told me they wanted him to start running me as a call girl. Sex is fun for me. I never thought of selling what I enjoyed giving away and I told Fred it wouldn’t work.”
“He seemed sympathetic but said unless I did something soon I was in for a lot of trouble. It was soon after that that the people I owed lost a huge shipment of drugs. Now the pressure on me really mounted.”
“Billy Deacon and I have been friends for years. I told Billy of my problem. He described the smuggling routine we now use and suggested I offer it as part payment on my debt. When I told Fred about it he agreed that it was worth discussing.”
“Within a week after that I was set up in this house and given a couple of fancy cars. My job was to lure medical professionals into sexual indiscretions. There were several reasons why they needed medical professionals. Most important was they needed a drug treatment facility where they could send clients to keep them from gabbing.”
“After one of their mules died from a drug overdose when a condom full of coke broke in her stomach the discovered another need for doctors and nurses. Finally, it became clear to them that they could make money on the hospital and the little store front clinics they have set up.”
“They at first thought they would get their English speaking personnel by hooking them on the drugs they import and sell. It soon became clear that this was a lousy idea because the people couldn’t function. That’s when sex and the VCR came into use.”
“Somewhere in this house there are tapes of prominent doctors, nurses, hospital administrators and politicians involved in illicit sex. I say somewhere because I am limited to five rooms in this eighteen room mausoleum.”
“Now you know all I know. So ask your questions,” Marilyn said sighing and slumping back in her chair.
“Who are your major creditors? Is Fred Welsh one of them? And, who is running this whole operation?”
Marilyn had obviously come down from her high with a real crash. She was pale and very subdued as she answered Sam Lynden. “I don’t know who the real creditors are. Fred is merely a bag man. I have my suspicions though — I think the owners of this house and the bosses of the operation are Paul and Hilda.”
Sam sat up as Marilyn blurted this out. “OK I agree. You said they’re not here so let’s search whole place and see what we can find.”
“You can’t without a search warrant, can you?” Marilyn asked.
“I can’t, but your guest Miss Diamond can. She’s only interested in finding the compromising video tape you had made of her. All you need do if give her permission to search while you lie down and rest,” Sergeant Lynden said quietly.
“It’s OK with me Chris. Go search I don’t give a damn,” Marilyn said standing and heading for her bedroom. She stopped abruptly and turned saying, “There are no tapes in my bedroom suite. If you fine the one I just made would you bring it to me please.” Chris looked at Sam and he nodded his head. “Sure. Rest well.”
As soon as Marilyn closed her bedroom door Sam was up and moving. “Let’s find the door or doors to the part of the house she can’t use. You look down the hall and around the kitchen area. I’ll call and see if the boys at the station can get some one in city hall to get the plans for this place — I doubt we can get them in time though.”
Chris moved down the hall opening closet and bathroom doors without difficulty until she reached a door she had not noticed before. It was at the very end of the hall. When she tried it the knob did not turn and when she tapped on it she could tell that it was solid. There was no visible lock anywhere.
She called to Sam Lynden who came trotting down the hall his leather belt creaking and his keys jingling.
“What have we here?” he said with admiration in his voice. He too tried the door and then said to Chris, “Look for an alphanumeric pad somewhere on the same wall — never mind I found it.”
Chris looked where Sam was looking and sure enough the ornate frame of a mirror hanging on the door had the key pad worked into its fancy scroll work.
“What do we do now, Sam?”
“You open it. All I can do is watch while you do it.”
“Huh? Are you crazy? I don’t know the code.”
“Yes you do Chris — try 30196 — it should work.”
Chris did as she was told and a soft whirring sound came from the door. She tried it and it swung back easily.
“What the hell — how’d you know the combination?”
“Trade secret. Go on in. I can’t follow you.”
Chris entered a large dimly lit windowless room. The floor was concrete slab. The walls on one side were lined with rows of metal shelving filled with video tapes. The rest of the room was filled with wooden crates and cardboard boxes all tightly sealed.
Chris moved quickly along the rows of shelves and saw that the video tapes were filed by code numbers rather than dates, places or people’s names. However, it was speedily evident that the code would not be a problem. She stumbled upon a large console hidden by the shelves which housed a computer plus a TV and VCR.
Jogging back through the room she opened the door and motioned for Lynden to follow her in. His eyes lit up when he saw the sealed crates and boxes. “This has got to be their warehouse for the stuff they’re smuggling in.”
Chris said, “I’m going to try to see if I can locate some incriminating tapes — including my own embarrassment. Are you going to call for backup?”
“I’ll step outside and consult the boss. He’s around somewhere. I’ll send Betty Morales in to help you when I find her. Good hunting.”
Chris went back to the console and after turning on the computer she searched for some clue on how to access the video tape filing system. A small piece of paper pasted on the front of the computer contained a list of single and double keystroke commands. Chris decided to run through them first. In less than five minutes she had the entire file printed out and ready for review.
The tapes were filed by date and then by place. Chris discovered that in addition to the house in Encino the group taped activities in Marilyn’s living quarters, a place in Sherman Oaks and another in Van Nuys.
She went first to the tapes listed for the house in Encino where she had met both Betty and Marilyn. There were three tapes for the date she visited the place.
“The bastard’s did a twenty-four hour surveillance on that place the day I was there,” she murmured as she slipped the first tape into the VCR.
The first few seconds of the tape were blank and then a view of a sparsely furnished room appeared. Chris found the fast forward button and ran at least 500 counts off the tape before a figure appeared on the screen.
Chris vaguely remembered having seen the woman who walked through the door. She was a statuesque red head dressed in skin tight brown leather pants and a matching vest. Beneath the vest she wore a tight pink sweater that revealed more of her full breasts than it hid. The tight pants conformed to every curve and of her narrow hips.
She stood in the doorway surveying the room, swinging a small shoulder bag and licking her full red lips again and again. The only sound audible was the soft chink of the chain attached to her bag as it moved back and forth. There was a barely audible tap on the door and the redhead turned at the sound.
A tall gray haired man entered and the woman’s face lit up as she flung her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. Her ardor was reciprocated. In moments the two of them were undressed and stood naked on the pale yellow carpeting facing each other.
Chris could barely stifle a gasp as she looked at the muscular body of the man and the size of his erection. She guessed that he was well over six feet tall. His muscles rippled as he grasped the lithe, satin smooth body of the redheaded woman, whose abundant hair now cascaded almost to the floor, and lifted her from the floor and carried her to the single bed in the room.
The woman was pleading, in a soft voice, over and over, “Please make me a good girl, daddy.”
The man was silent though obviously very much aroused. He lay the woman on her back on the bed and picked up a long feather that must have been on the floor, hidden from the camera. Holding the gorgeous redhead by one breast he stroked her already wet pussy with the feather. She struggled against his hold and squealed spreading her legs and thrusting her lovely body upwards.
With each thrust the man stroked her wide open cunt and moved the feather down the crease of her buttocks. She was grunting and squirming as the man continued to hold her with one hand and stroke her cunt and asshole with feather he held in the other.
Suddenly, the red head stopped all movement her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly. From deep in her chest she emitted a soft crooning sound that gradually grew louder until she uttered an ear splitting shriek. Her body was now jerking uncontrollably and she pulled the man down on top of her, shouting, “Fuck me now.”
The coupling was quick and turbulent. Their pelvises thrust at each other so strongly that they slapped like loud hand claps. Both came suddenly the man groaning and straining. While the redhead wrapped her willowy, shapely legs around his waist and screamed with each orgasmic jerk that moved her lovely body.
As they lay panting Chris was suddenly aware of her folded hands pressing hard against her soaking wet crotch. “Jeez, I haven’t done that since I was fifteen,” she muttered.
Chris pushed the fast forward button again and the man, whose face she felt she recognized, and his redheaded lover jiggled off the screen. Chris suddenly realized that she was looking at action occurring in a different room.
“Did they move the camera,” she wondered to her self as she watched a rather ornate bedroom fill with a half dozen nude and semi-nude men and women. At fast speed she could recognize no one. When she slowed it down she immediately spotted the dumpy little nurse who had given her the party house address and Marilyn among the crowd.
“Holy mackerel,” she giggled as she watched the assembled group, consisting of all shapes and sizes, rapidly arrange themselves into a boy-girl daisy chain. The camera seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time fixed on one pasty faced, scrawny man, with wispy black hair. All of a sudden the shock of recognition.
“I know who that man is and also the one with the redhead. They’re city politicians who’ve been in the news recently. Wow this is hot,” Chris murmured to no one in particular.
She once more went to the fast forward key and moved on through the tape until she saw another change of scene. This time Chris saw her own thin, supple body and the full breasted form of Betty Morales coupling on that critical night. She shivered and fast forwarded to the end of the tape.
“I wish I could fast forward out of the situation that I got into that night,” she thought as she ejected the tape and put in the next one she had selected.
“It’s rather like watching a porno movie isn’t it,” a soft woman’s voice said. Chris jumped and turned toward the voice. Betty Morales stood behind her with a worried look on her face.
“My God you scared me,” Chris said sharply.
“Sorry. I came in while you were briefly watching our antics on that night,” she said with a wistful smile. “Sam asked me to chaperone you in here. It’s possible, but not very likely, that Hilda or Paul or Fred could show up.”
“Oh! I never thought of that,” Chris said.
“The reason it’s unlikely is because I would guess you sent them a warning message as you tried the computer access codes.”
“Huh — I just used the first few. The inventory and filing system used for the tapes came up right away,” Chris replied.
Betty chuckled softly. “You’re a typical computer user kiddo. The person who wrote this program knew his business. There is no way that your unauthorized access wasn’t designed to alert the authorized users of the material. It’s possible you even erased the more valuable stuff in the computer memory by accessing it as you did.”
“I didn’t realize. You mean I may have erased the drug inventory for example?”
“Yep. Or the list of folks these crooks were blackmailing — besides you and me that is,” Betty said grinning.
“Why are you grinning. It’s damned embarrassing for an intelligent person to let the crotch rule the head. Especially when it gets video taped,” Chris said blushing once again.
“Yeah I guess it would be for a girl from Nebraska.”
“I’m from Iowa and don’t be so damned patronizing,” Chris said hotly.
“Don’t get huffy. I’m just trying to kill some time until your friend Joe gets here with the warrant. I want to get those cases open and see what’s in them,” Betty said. “Let’s watch some more kinky video while we’re waiting.”
Chris shook her head. “I really don’t like doing this. It’s like reading other people’s mail. But, I want to find the one with Marilyn and me.”
“That was your night for girls was it,” Betty said staring hard at Chris.
“As a matter of fact yes — yours too?”
“With me that’s every night doll. Didn’t your friend Lena tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She invited me to move in with her and Stephi once the case is settled,” Betty answered.
“Doesn’t this stuff on the tapes bother you? What will the DEA say if this gets to them?” Chris wondered.
“Nothing. Let me tell you a little story about my career,” Betty said leaning back in her chair and stretching so that her magnificent breasts stood like ripe melons beneath a soft sheer covering.
“You testing me?” Chris laughed.
“Good line. That’s how things started in my office so in a way I guess I was testing,” Betty said grinning.
“OK tell me about it. I’ll find the tape of me with Marilyn later.”
“I have been a lesbian even before I really knew about sex. Technically I guess I’m bisexual since I do get the urge to try it with men from time to time. But my luck with them, as you recently observed, has always been lousy. Women have always attracted me. I love their smell, their smooth skin, their bodies and their faces.”
“I have been having sex since I was eleven and I’m thirty-two now. My first affair was with an older woman, a friend of the family, who had an important federal civil service job. I spent my summers traveling with her and ultimately went to school in DC so that we could live together.”
“Through her I got my job in the bureaucracy. And, it would be to her that my activities would be reported. So you see I’m not worried about being blackmailed.”
“What will she think when she finds you have cheated, is that the right word?” Chris asked.
“Kiddo you have a lot to learn. Few if any lesbian relationships are monogamous for long. Second, I am a nymph. I have sex three or four times a day — I cruise bars, I come to places that have parties, I pick up women in gay clubs — I need women like Hershey needs chocolate.”
“My friend has known that almost from the start. Hell, I wore her out the third night we were together. We have always had at least a third member of our little family and I’m sure she does even now while I’m on assignment.”
Chris shook her head. “I have heard of men fantasizing about women who need sex but I never heard of a lesbian nymphomaniac.”
“Now you have. And here comes your lover boy and his troops I do believe.”
She was right. Joe, Sam and several other officers, in and out of uniform, came striding through the forest of shelves. When Joe saw Chris sitting primly in front of the console his face lit up. He touched her hand but made no other gesture of affection.
“Did you get the warrant?” Betty asked her eyes flitting from Joe to the big blond female cop who had had the mock tussle with Lena.
“Yeah we got it Sam,” said waving a crowbar in his big mitt.
“Let’s get cracking then,” Betty said moving to where the big blond stood quietly returning her gaze. “I’ll go with officer Horton here.”
Chris muttered to herself, “I figured you would.” Then out loud she asked, “Can I take some of these tapes and head home?”
“You can take as many tapes as you like. I’ll have an officer see you home — I’ll meet you there later,” Joe said smiling. “I think we can wrap this thing up with a little luck.”
Chris smiled at Joe as she scooped up a half dozen video cassettes and tucked them under her arm. Walking down the aisle created by the shelving she was met by Sam Lynden.
“Chris, Joe said that you gotta go home with the guy that brought you,” he said laughingly. “By the way the cardboard boxes are loaded with condoms filled with crack.”
“Really? What’s in the wooden boxes?”
“We don’t know. I’m sure Joe will tell you when he sees you later on.”
Chris ran directly up the stairs to her flat. She didn’t want to review the tapes with Lena and Stephi watching. She wondered, as she selected a tape for review, if she was more concerned with other people’s privacy or her own response to what she was watching.
After selecting a cassette Chris turned on her TV and VCR. She watched the scene briefly and moved on. After her experience watching the gray haired muscular man and the redheaded woman perform she decided that unless she recognized the room or herself in a scene she would fast forward all scenes.
It took her about an hour to find the tape made in Marilyn’s bedroom that early morning. She rewound the tape and marked it for destruction. The other tapes she set aside for Joe to review if he needed them.
She could feel fatigue catching up with her. She rose, stretched and decided that what she needed was a hot bath. She undressed rapidly as the tub filled with warm water ant the small bathroom filled with steam. Sliding beneath the scented bubbles she wondered why she felt suddenly at peace with herself.
That she must have dozed occurred to her. She was shivering half submerged in cloudy water with nary a bubble in sight. Laughing she stepped out of the tub and let it drain before taking a shower to wash the film of soap bubble bath clung to her.
“I guess it was the cold that woke me. I must have dreamed the noise,” she thought as she scrubbed the soapy scum away.
Stepping out of the shower and scrubbing at her body with a soft towel she definitely heard a knock at her door. Quickly slipping into her old terry robe she trotted barefoot to the door.
Stephi, flushed and clutching a blue velour robe to keep it closed, stood there.
“We thought there might be trouble,” she panted, stepping into the room, “Joe tried calling you and got no answer a few minutes ago.”
“I fell asleep in the bath tub,” Chris giggled.
“Oh. Well why don’t you slip something less informal on and come down stairs? Joe wont be her until seven at the soonest.”
Chris’ face reflected her disappointment. “OK, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she said.
“I’ll wait,” Stephi said, settling into the only soft chair in the room.
Chris went back to the bath room and finished her toilet. She decided that dabbing on a new perfume might help to lift her spirits. Then, slipping on a pair of old sweat pants and mismatching sweat shirt she walked back into the living room.
Stephi had dozed off in the chair. Her robe had fallen open revealing her lush body, firm, large breasts and the forest of pale blond hair that swept up from her crotch.
Chris, despite her best resolve, felt her breasts fill, her nipples harden and the familiar moistness suddenly start between her legs.
“Stephi, wake up,” she whispered shaking the sleeping Dane’s arm.
“Huh… oh, I’m sorry Chrisie… I guess the evening isn’t as young as I thought. Let’s go down stairs,” she said rising and gathering her robe around her.
If Stephi was disconcerted by her nudity her behavior did not reveal it. Chris, on the other hand, surreptitiously glanced at the crotch of her sweat pants to see if there was a revealing wet spot; there wasn’t.
The two women walked down the stairs and entered the warm, softly lit living room of Stephi and Lena’s living quarters. Stephi put a finger to her lips and said, “Speak softly. We have company. Betty Morales and her new friend Leona Horton, the big blond cop, dropped in about an hour ago.”
“You don’t need me sitting around for goodness sake,” Chris said starting to rise.
“Betty asked if you could come down. I think she likes you,” Stephi said, laughing.
“From what I have heard and seen she likes anything without a penis,” Chris said, “so don’t think you’re flattering me.”
“You may be right,” Stephi replied. “Let me get you some coffee.”
Stephi was back in a minute carrying two mugs of black coffee. She was followed by an alluringly disheveled Betty Morales wearing Lena’s filmy pink negligee, and carrying her own steaming mug of the brew.
“Hi, Chris glad you could visit.”
“Hello Betty, come sit with us.”
Betty, her large breasts bouncing tantalizingly, walked to the love seat Chris occupied. She slid into the narrow space next to Chris her firm, ample hips brushing Chris’ thigh. “Urn, you smell good,” she murmured settling back.
“Thanks. As a matter of fact so do you,” Chris said very conscious of the blend of musky perfume and sex that clung to the lusty woman.
Stephi seemed edgy and finally rose and with out a word walked out of the room.
“She’s itching to get into bed with Lena and Leona. She’s a wild lady once aroused I’ll tell you.”
Chris felt the increased pressure from Betty’s and turned slightly. Betty had put her cup on the floor and now she took Chris’ and moved it out of the way. Her strong arms snaked around Chris’ neck and she kissed her with fierce abandon. Her tongue slid into Chris’ eager mouth and danced wildly. Her hands slid under Chris’ sweat shirt and clutched at her tiny, pouting breasts, rolling the firm, erect nipples between her fingers.
Chris groaned with sudden unquenchable desire. She struggled to get her hands on Betty’s lush, tempting breasts tearing at the delicate clasps of the filmy negligee in her urgency. The two women struggled to get free of the clothes that were encumbrances to their flaming lust.
They had slipped off the love seat and were groaning and straining at each other’s ardent body. Betty straddled the lean, supple Chris. Her large, dark areolas and firm nipples swept back and forth across Chris’ pouting, pointing little breasts and their large erect nipples. With each sweep Chris gasped and strained to raise her hips against Betty’s grinding pelvis that pressed ever more firmly against her wet, fervent, wide open cunt.
Betty suddenly stiffened, her hands gripped Chris’ shoulders and she moaned softly, “Yes, my God yes.”
Chris felt her cunt and thighs suddenly covered with the warm wetness of Betty’s intense climax. She struggled now to match her lover’s joy. Betty, smiled at the lovely blond writhing beneath her and slid slowly down the throbbing ardent body. Her mouth and tongue left a trail of fire as she brought her them slowly to Chris’ ardent center of love.
Chris lifted her wide spread legs and Betty’s tongue slipped over the vibrating stiff little clit. Moving her tongue deftly along the rigid shaft of Chris’ clit she slipped two fingers deep inside her warm, wet cunt.
Chris’ fumbling hands now held her legs flexed against her belly. Her hips thrust at Betty’s probing fingers and seeking tongue. She whispered softly, “Fill me darling, please.”
No sooner had she uttered the words than she felt the finger’s of Betty’s other hand slide into her throbbing anus. Now Chris moved beyond control. Her grip on her legs tightened as her body rolled and thrust ungovernably. She seemed to suddenly move out of her body. She heard a woman shriek with unbridled passion and she could feel the sucking, pulsing of that shrieking lover’s pounding orgasm.
Many minutes later Chris emerged from the ecstatic world into which she had wandered with Betty’s skillful assistance. She lay on the floor, panting, her body covered with a fine sweat. On hand clung tightly to the leg of the love seat where her journey of love had started.
She sat up slowly and found four lovely naked women, Stephi, Lena, Leona and Betty, all staring open mouthed at her.
Lena spoke first, “Child you must have thought you died and went to heaven. Never have I heard such joyful noise.”
Chris too tired to do more than blush whispered, “I guess you never know what you can do until you try.”
Stephi who had left the room as Lena was speaking returned carrying a soft, fluffy blanket which she gently draped over Chris’ sweaty body. “Sleep dear. It’s what you need most now.”
Around six in the morning Chris was awakened by noises coming from Stephi and Lena’s bedroom. It didn’t take long for her to grasp their significance. “Betty and Leona should make this an interesting place to live,” she thought getting up and fumbling around for her shirt and pants.
Once dressed she folded the blanket Stephi had so kindly provided and quietly climbed the stairs to her apartment. She was too keyed up to want to sleep. She wanted to see Joe again and hold him in her arms. She wandered around the tiny flat straightening things up and finally even remaking the bed with fresh linen. Still there was no call and no knock at the door.
She stripped off her raunchy sweat clothes and stepped into the shower. To help kill the time she washed her hair too. Then wrapping a thick bath sheet around her waist she sat down and started to set and dry her tick blond hair.
Suddenly, there was a soft knocking at the door. Chris rushed out of the bathroom oblivious to her semi-nude state. She threw the door wide when she saw Joe, in his usual rumpled state, standing outside it and flew into his open arms. They kissed tenderly. She clung to him as his strong arms carried her back into the living room kicking the door shut.
Easing her onto the sofa Joe said, “You don’t have to walk around naked to turn me on darling. Just thinking about you boggles my mind.”
Chris gasped, “Oh my God, I was so excited about seeing you I forgot about how I was dressed.”
She tried to get up from the sofa but Joe was holding her close and kissing her still damp hair, his hands fondling her tiny eager breasts.
Chris pushed him away reluctantly. “We’ll play all the rest of the day after you tell me the whole story of Marilyn and the forty thieves.”
“If you sit around with those cute boobs hanging out I’ll only tell you that I love you all day. I guess I better let you put a robe or something on,” Joe said with a moan of disappointment.
As Chris headed for the bedroom she called over her shoulder, “Make us some coffee please.”
A few minutes later she was in the kitchen sitting opposite Joe and sipping the strong stuff he laughingly called coffee. “OK let’s her the story.”
Joe leaned back in his chair, kicked off his shoes and started a professional recounting of the entire picture. Chris sat quietly for a while and finally said, “If you keep this up neither of us is gong to get laid for the next week. Just give me a summary please.”
“How do you know what my top priority is?” Joe laughed. “OK here is the story in a nutshell.”
“Marilyn and Billy are really patsies in this. Paul is the big boss of American operations for an international smuggling group. He owns the property Marilyn lives on plus all of the fancy cars she had use of. Fred is the muscle and the man who designs and sets up all of the cons they need to use.”
“Billy it turns out is in love with Marilyn and did what ever she asked trying to protect her. He really is a fine tennis player and he has lost his edge because he follows Marilyn everywhere, like a puppy dog.”
“The operation itself is intended to smuggle in and distribute tons of illegal throughout the country. The funny thing is that the wooden cases contained guns. According to the only person associated with the actual operation of the ring that we have in custody Paul decided on his own to supply weapons to the LA gangs. The informant, incidentally is the man you identified as a prominent politician in that video tape — the pasty faced guy in the daisy chain sequence.”
“The idea of recruiting illegal aliens for local for profit hospitals came from Fred. He was screwing a doctor’s wife, part of a con apparently, and she complained of how hard it was for her husband to finagle big bucks anymore. Fred analyzed the problem and came up with what he called his Ollie North solution. Use illegals with a modicum of experience caring for the sick as the mules.”
“First they would get into the US. Second they would get money for smuggling drugs in. Third, they would be trained by doctors and nurses who were photographed in indiscreet liaisons. It obviously worked, for a while at least.”
“That’s it,” Joe said reaching across the table for Chris. “Not so fast buster. What will happen to Marilyn and her loyal lover Billy?”
“Billy is guilty of nothing more than being in love. Marilyn, who helped us a lot will undoubtedly be sent for drug rehab and then on probation for a year or so,” Joe said looking longingly at Chris.
Chris reached across the table and took his hand. They walked into the bedroom hand in hand. Chris, hands shaking with anticipation helped Joe undress.
Then kissing passionately they fell onto the bed. Chris clung to her strong, silent lover. His hands moved lovingly over her body. Holding tightly to her tiny breasts and full, stiffly erect nipples Joe let Chris guide his large, stiff, anxious cock into her eager, wet cunt.
Chris threw her shapely legs around Joe’s plunging hips and ground her pelvis wantonly onto his suddenly pulsating cock. As Chris felt her lover’s explosive ejaculation inside her throbbing cunt she cried out, “My love I’m coming,” and her body jerked and shivered as spasm after spasm of orgasmic delight once again swept her into a place of indescribable ecstasy.
Exhausted they both slept for a while. Suddenly Joe wakened to find his insatiable lover holding his big, pulsating cock in her dainty hands which moved slowly and sensuously up and down its shaft.
Chris with a faraway look in her eyes lowered her lovely mouth onto Joe’s now throbbing organ. Still holding his cock with one hand she lid her mouth down the shaft letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin. Joe could not restrain himself, his ejaculation poured into Chris’ avid mouth.
Groaning with delight Joe held Chris’ head gently as the spasms of his orgasm passed quickly. He sighed as he drifted of to sleep again, “Darling will you marry me?”
Chris stretched out beside her powerful over and let her hands move lovingly over his marvelously muscled body. She felt her need for him grow uncontrollably. Finally, she rolled on top of him and kissed his parted lips, his neck and then his tiny nipples.
Joe roused and crushed Chris to him. Her hands once again found his cock, erect and ready. She lifted her lovely hips, the dew of her desire sparkled on her blond muff as she guided him deep inside her.
Then thrusting wildly, straining to take more of him into the center of her being she suddenly stiffened and squealed as her cunt squeezed and pushed with the spasms of her wild climax.
Joe watching the fury of her orgasm as it moved through her lovely body ejaculated once again. As Chris felt the mighty throb of his pulsing cock she screamed with delight and buried hungry mouth into his neck murmuring, “Oh my darling yes, yes, yes.”
They went to Las Vegas the next day to be married. Stephi, Lena, Betty and Leona were their witnesses.
After Chris had moved into Joe’s house Lena and Stephi turned the upstairs flat over to Betty and Leona.
It has been several years since all of this occurred. Joe continues his work as a police lieutenant and Betty remains a senior DEA official. They all remain friends and not surprisingly happy and satisfied lovers.
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