A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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Hailey was wearing her service cap……….she looked cute wearing it, it complemented her small and petite head……..
She had round dark eyes………thin eyelashes……..
Her nose was small and petite……..her lips full and bow shaped……..bright red lipstick
Her face more rounded than Irene’s……..
She wore more makeup and smelled sweeter too……..she had used a lot of perfume today…….
She was an attractive young woman with a cute girlish face……..

She had a good figure too………lying back against the counter…….her hands out either side……..
Her figure was not as full as Irene’s………
She was slim in the waist, tight hips…….hardly any stomach…….
Irene had a fuller stomach, curved and showing more on her tight skirt…….

She replied to her colleague…………

‘Yeah…….he did……..a phone call……..said it was an urgent job on……..could I do him a favour’
Irene still sitting looked at her…..
‘Same sort of thing………I was about to fob him off when he offered triple time’

‘Me too……..I had plans tonight’ said Hailey with a sense of regret……

‘Oh yeah……who was the lucky guy’ Irene smiling
Irene had no such plans……..it was the usual night in scenario watching television…….maybe finishing off with a few pages of a book before turning the lights off…….
How exciting………
But something else in her domestic life was worrying her………..
She bit her lip…………without drawing blood

‘One of the guys who works over at BA……the maintenance part……does all the engines……aeronautical engineer is the fancy term’ said Hailey

‘Sounds alright…….not dead end……..my Dave is a plumber…….not exactly James Bond but it pays the bills’

As an afterthought Irene suddenly threw in

‘Been inside your knickers yet’ very unexpectedly……..and rather harshly.
If Hailey wasn’t so pleasant natured one could say that the words were spoken with some hint of malice………

Hailey blushed…….’Cheeky sod…..who do think I am’
She continued……….
‘And….no……only seen him three times………I’ll give it a chance first……let things build for a while…….hold out and see if he can wait’ she tittered

Irene was thinking……..a dark cloud had crossed her face……..but someone’s been inside my knickers………her intimate sober and nagging doubts had provoked her nasty comment…….

Irene saw the odd look in her friends face…..she lightened the mood a little…….

‘Oh…….I don’t want to be horrible but those aircraft fella’s are all piss and vinegar…….pretending to be pilots half the time…..all hands on too’

Hailey sounded thoughtful…….
‘He’s acted alright so far…….early days I know………I’ll wait and see’

‘Good girl’ said Irene……..and she meant it too………..

She ran her hand under her bottom of her skirt……..like she was not comfortable with it……
Normally she felt secure and comfy in her uniform……..but not today……..
She had the sneaking feeling that it had not been really clean and fresh when she had put it on………..even though earlier in her bedroom she had taken it from the hanger in her wardrobe……..…..

She didn’t even trust her choice in underwear…………had they really bean hygienically clean when she has slipped and snapped them on………..or had her smalls been used and pawed by another prior, someone not meant or designed to wear them…………and obviously not to her knowledge……….all behind her back
She was not a happy bunny………..

And know this mysterious call and this special job was getting in the way of what she suspected was going on in her absence………...in her own home……….her own bedroom………
She felt disgusted again………
Her trust betrayed………
And feeling a little nauseous…….

‘And talking of all hands why did grabby call us direct……….personnel should be calling us……..not him’ said Hailey

‘He said it was a rush job, top priority ‘explained Irene
‘Yeah……but he had our home numbers…….that’s unusual, only the office as them normally’

Irene thought on that……..
‘Maybe its Top Secret or something’
And again……
‘Ours not to think on why I suppose’ she murmured……..

‘Who is James Bond now’ smiled Hailey
‘Jane Bond’ retorted Irene……
They both laughed………..

Grabby was the nickname of their direct supervisor……..grabby being the name to his reputation he had when left alone with females……..
No one was safe……..anyone wearing a skirt was at risk, although generally………the younger the girl, the more chance they had of having their bottoms pinched……..

Any chance when he thought he could get a cheap and quick feel he took it…….
Even feigning illness and orchestrating accidental tripping incidents….......tripping over bins or loose carpets…….
Helpless hands falling on some unlucky woman’s breasts…….

At times it was like some dreadful comedy show……….Benny Hill could not have done it better…….he would literally stick like glue to some overly embarrassed female……..hands all over her figure…….

Really……….it was too much at times………...he was like a limpet
Even having a casual chat………
Hands slyly and intentionally sliding over ones stocking clad knee…….always touching
The touching of bums especially………..he was always doing that………..like he was obsessed

But he was a Superintendant of customs……..a man of long service and not without connections…..

Most of the females who had experienced the unwanted attention of ‘Grabby’ tried to ignore it……..rather than run the risk of losing their jobs……..
Those who had complained were either transferred to some god awful place or had felt compelled to resign…….
It was a sign of the age………plus, some said he was well connected………to the security services especially…….

Irene looked at Hailey……….in her uniform……….her long black sheathed legs…….
Their currently styled short skirts and tight uniforms did not help the matter either………….

They both remained silent for a while and waited………
Another jet airliner roared overhead………

Hailey was looking at her nail varnished fingers………a light purple……….her pert bottom within her black skirt digging into the lacquered wooden counter top……….

She was still thinking on why Grabby had called her directly, at home in her flat……..that was against the rules……….and she did not like the idea that he had her personal number…….
She lived alone………..and had been receiving some strange phone calls lately……..some really early in the morning……….when she picked up the receiver there was silence at the other end……..
Then a worrying click as someone disconnected at the other end…….
She was not sure…….but she had the feeling that someone had been in her flat………when she had been out of course……….
Hailey gulped………she was making herself nervous now………
She fancied a hot cup of tea……..but the canteen was literally miles away………
Where was Grabby……….the dick

Hailey looked at her friend……….even she was not acting right today……..
Irene was very quiet………..she looked very introspective……..normally she would initiate a conversation……..
Normally she was a good laugh to be on shift with……….it made the time go faster………
Not today though……….
But Hailey did not want to pry and come across as nosey……..
Maybe she had had an argument with her husband…….…it happened……..

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Irene was lost in thought……..
Hailey had been right……..Irene’s husband was playing on her mind……….but not because she had had an argument with him
It was something else……….
Something more distressing than a normally silly argument………

Irene finally said ‘He should be here by now’…….she was smoothing the black nylon on her elevated leg, she pulled the soft nylon slightly up and let it spring back…….with a nice stretchy snap………
Such an ordinary garment she thought………..for a woman that is………

‘Well……we are on the clock’ smiled Hailey……..
She received no reply………

But Irene was not listening………she was looking at the black nylon on her elevated leg……..
It was one of her nice pairs……..pretty and quite pricey
The tights were not normally for everyday use……….
She normally wore them with one of her black dresses for going out………but she had been in a rush getting changed and could not find any of her normal uniform tights……..

Strange that she thought……
She was one hundred percent sure that she had prepared her last clean pair just yesterday……..
Ready for her next shift……..which was supposed to be tomorrow night………

And today………..when she had unexpectedly needed them they had gone………disappeared…….
She did not have a lot of time to search for them……
So she had used one of her dress pairs instead……..

But her missing uniform tights were the last straw……..
She had suspected something sinister had been happening to her clothes for sometime…….
Her husband had been out when she had left the house……….
Otherwise she would have had it out with him………..once and for all………..
She had suspected that he would have had no defence……..

Some strange unaccountable happenings had been going on regarding her bedroom wardrobes and her intimate storage drawers………..
Mainly concerning her hefty collection of ladies undies and diverse accoutrements………
They had been going missing lately……..or found in the laundry baskets when had not even worn them……..
At first she thought she had been mistaken……..but over time she had become very suspect……..
Suspicious, but not letting on she had started to take notice………..especially after a long night shift

She frowned………thinking more……..her forehead wrinkled in consternation and building anger……….

Her bra’s not as tidy and aligned within their respective drawer……..or looking different on when she had last been in there….…….
One maybe in the wrong place altogether…….
Straps and bands not tucked in………
Lately she always had to readjust her bra straps…….making them tighter on her shoulders by using the sliders………
Why were her own bras loose on her own body………not fitting her………she had the same issue this morning with the one she was currently wearing…….

Her knicker draw……..why were certain ones on top…… pants that she had not worn regularly……..almost as if someone had been delving deep inside……..bringing older ones to the top
Had
There was that lacy trimmed burgundy red coloured satin half slip she liked…….come to think of it, she had not seen it in a while………nor the matching coloured bra and knicker set that went with it…….
She had not been out socially for a while, a long time in fact……….always working that’s why………therefore she had not needed it……….and therefore had not gone looking for them………
All her slips, full and waist, messed around with………as if someone had been going through them……
Theft…..that’s what it was…….

Tights and stockings were going missing……….and worse………and for some inexplicable reason they all became loose very quickly……..
She bought loads more recently………replacing those on finding that they were loose and saggy around her waist……..or sagged in the gusset……..like they had been continuously stressed and stretched……
And she wasn’t doing that……..they fit her, as they should…….
It was someone with a bigger waist wearing them………..that’s why………
How could she have been so blind…….so gullible………
She had never had this problem before……..that must be the answer………..

God knows what was going on in her laundry basket………
She shuddered with revulsion……..

Hailey noticed the shudder of her friend…….
She thought it was rather warm in the building………….
Maybe she was coming down with the flu………..maybe that was it that was bothering her………

Irene thought of her wardrobes……
Her spare uniforms in her wardrobe back home……..her skirts and shirts…….her spare tunic…...they were occasionally not in the correct place where she normally hung them up………
They were as a rule hung in a way she liked them to be………in order on how she liked to get dressed……….only she would know……..

Not just her uniforms either come to think of it……..
It was her other clothes too……..
Her various dresses, civilian skirts, blouses, shirts and tops…………at times not where they should be on the rail…………or not folded the way she had done so…………….

Her shoes and boots too…….all looking disturbed and messed around with……………
Messy………zips on her knee length boots left open………..she always zipped them up after use……
Only she knew that………

Her face began to redden………she had started to get annoyed…….

She worked a lot of night shifts……….and weekends
Her husband never seemed to mind that she worked so many unsocialable hours………
Only Dave was home……….normally on his own, he rarely went out if she was at work………
They had no kids………

She went red in the face…….she grit her white teeth

Dave was rather slim………very thin in fact……..her height……….he shaved his legs, under his arms……..claimed it was good hygiene………
His hair was long………too long thinking about it……….
That he was always………..keeping clean………….shampooing his bloody hair………
Face creams………
Spent more time doing so than she did…………
He liked to jog a lot……..…to keep his weight down……..
They hadn’t had sex together in months……

The penny had finally dropped on what he had been doing when she was at work……..with her clothes…….her underwear………her stockings………
He was always keeping his weight down so that he could fit into her bloody clothes……….

Unheard by Irene a vehicle was pulling up outside………

Irene, red faced and looking very angry stood bolt upright……..
‘The Dirty Perverted Fucker’ she shouted……………

Hailey had seen her friends face turn red………..anger was building
Hailey assumed it was about ‘Grabby’ and totally agreed

’I know he’s here……..get you’re smiling face on’
‘What’ said Irene looking very confused for a moment………
‘Grabby’ hissed Hailey ‘He’s here’
‘Oh….right’

Irene tried to calm herself down………it was no good having a go at Hailey…….and how could she explain that she had finally realized that her husband was most probably secretly wearing all her clothes……….
It was beyond humiliation……….
A total betrayal of her trust……..

She retrieved her service cap and placed it on her head………..she was a smart, shapely and attractive woman…….she adjusted the peak lower to her eyes……
She liked her cap angled that way……….it looked good on her with her rounded piercing blue eyes
Like her whole uniform did………smart and rather sexy……...even with the non regulation hosiery………in fact her legs looked much better……..dark and silky smooth……..off black

She sighed……….most men would be happy with that……on tap every night, so to speak…….and not remotely interested in wearing one of her bras or squeezing into her tights……..
Fucking men………..perverts the lot………..

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Hailey stood straight………moving her shoulders and wiping any dust that may have accumulated on the rear of her skirt……
Irene followed……...now straightening her own skirt……….making sure her black waist slip underneath was not showing……..
Both watched the double white glass frosted double doors that constituted the main entrance……….

With a flourish the doors were thrown open……..

The silhouette of a man in a black uniform and cap dominated the doorway………
‘Whato Girls’ exclaimed a loud, clipped and very English accent………..

The man with the thin moustache was all a toothy grin…….
Customs Inspector Thomas Blake was a rake of a man………

The girls in the department called him ‘Grabby’……..for reasons already explained……….
The men, however called him ‘Blakey’……..
And Thomas Blake did rather resemble the fictional character of the London bus inspector of the much beloved 1970s television programme called ‘On the Buses’……..
Blakey he looked like……….but Blakey he did not sound like……..

‘Well done Girls……..you are top sports for turning up like this…….Jolly well done’

He was all smiles……..in his peaked service cap and highly pressed black uniform……..he even wore black leather gloves………the only thing missing was an old Army officer’s swagger stick……..
He sounded more like a parody of the great comedy actor Terry Thomas………

Hailey chipped in ‘Double time Sir’

Blake blanched as if offended…………
‘Of course my Dear……I wouldn’t dream of getting you out of that comfy bed for nothing’
His dark eyes roaming over her lovely black nylon sheathed legs……….

Hailey frowned…….she saw were his eyes were, they were not looking at her face………
Also thinking why would he assume she was still in her bed at noon………at the time he called by phone………..the dirty old bastard……….

He continued, his eyes wandering over her uniformed body as he soaked in her figure…….the bulge of her bust……….roguishly twiddling his moustache at the same time………..

‘And maybe a quick drink after work’ he tone rather sly……….foxy

He received no reply………just a stern and disapproving look……..
‘On me of course’

Still nothing………….he was used to that………but one had to try………..

‘Oh well maybe later you will change your mind’ he sneered……….
Knowing that in reality his offer was impossible to accept…..………for various undisclosed reasons

Irene said nothing……...her mind seemed somewhere else…….
Hailey looked at her, a little concerned

‘You all right Irene’

Irene was thinking hard, she was here in this sodding building doing a very odd shift………..her husband was at home…….on his own…….probably thinking he had hours left to try on more of her things……..
She had a vision of him in her underwear………

She shuddered again……..and it showed

‘Bastard’ she suddenly called out………

It took them all by surprise……..

‘Really Bishop……...I only asked if you would like drink or two after work……..a reward of sorts’
Blake looked really offended…….
‘I meant both of you of course’……..
His eyes now wandered all over Irene…………..

Irene took stock…….
She would have it out with her Dave later………….and it would all go badly for him……..she was convinced now……..
If she was wrong……….which she doubted strongly……….then so be it……..
Otherwise later and overnight she would yet again be a single woman……….

‘Sorry Sir……...I think it’s the flu……I feel a bit peaky’ explained Irene

It was then that both women noted that ‘Grabby’ was not alone…….

Behind him were two figures………female figures carrying suitcase’s
Both female officers looked at each other…….

Blake came forward……….closer than he already was………
He could smell their perfume………he loved both fragrances……….
The essence of woman he called it……..
He sniffed the air like a hunting dog…..……….making a show of it
‘Delightful’…………
Then continued………….

‘A quick word on why we are all here’ he waggled a finger rapidly to say come here……….

Both females moved forward……..closer still
Their interest now peaked that they had been joined by two strange women………..
They must be the reason on why they were there……….

Once they were close enough……….
Grabby in a conspiratorial low voice began to explain……..

‘This job is for the MI6 boys………very hush hush’
Both women leaned closer……..ignoring the fact his breath stank

‘See these two lovely ladies’ he looked over his shoulder……….then back
The standing women remained silent……..they did not move……..they were like automatons……..clothed and breathing zombies……

The two female customs officers also took in the new arrivals……….

Hailey waited for Irene to say something, being older she normally lead in dealing with the boss’s ……
But Irene said nothing………she seemed distracted……..out of character all of a sudden……..

So Hailey spoke first…….
‘Yes…..so what do we do’

‘Well………those two have just got off the Bulgarian Air flight, their state airline…..’

‘And……..’ Hailey leaving the question open

Grabby frowned………indicating that he was showing the same level of patience he would a child

‘They are travelling on diplomatic passports……….new secretaries posted to the Bulgarian Embassy’

‘What’s that got to do with us’ whispered Hailey, her face showing a little confusion……
Grabby Blake sighed……..

‘Officer Summers………....Hailey……….you have heard of the Cold War haven’t you…………it’s been going on for a quite a while now you know’ he his tone being rather sarcastic……..

Irene came back to life
‘Defectors Sir’
‘Well done Bishop’ hooted Blake ‘Top marks there’

Irene and Hailey both looked over to where the two women had taken a seat…….
One was sat were Irene had just been sitting……..her hands firmly placed on her tan stockinged knees………

Both women were rather striking in an odd way………
In the eyes of the English women their dress was rather dated…….retro indeed……...more like what they would have worn in the 1960s……..

One was in a tweed skirt and jacket……..all very tight………the skirt hemline reaching her knees…….
Heavy tan nylons……maybe 40 denier which chunky old fashioned thick heeled shoes……..
She wore a heavy cotton ivory coloured blouse……..buttoned up high with a collar……..there was evidence of a pearl necklace there, probably fake……….

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She wore too much makeup………too much foundation and blusher, thick eyeliner and eye shadow………her hair which was auburn in colour was tightly bound and held in a strict bun…….
In fact she looked like a severe and firm……..old style school teacher from all those old movies……..

The other one wore a long grey skirt with pleats…….that reached to her calf’s……..thick grey nylons and black chunky old style shoes……..
Her grey suit jacket was baggy on her……..a white blouse underneath……..
Again too much make up………..her black hair tightly bound in a bun……..perfect
But this woman wore thick black framed spectacles…….
She was younger than the other one……..

Both the English women did not think much of these two…….
Relics of a different age………they lived under a system of tyranny……..and served that system
If they had been on their own they would have burst out laughing………
Both these Eastern women did not smile…..…they just looked ahead………
They had cheap looking old fashioned handbags and a cheap drab suitcase each……..

Hailey inwardly guffawed on what fashion and underwear horrors lay within the cases………she would have to check those without laughing………
Irene would rather not think of women’s underwear at all right now……..

But both these customs officers……..in their stereotypical personal musings……..had missed at least two vital similarities in these two foreign looking females…….

Due to their sense of ingrained western superiority they had seen only what they wanted to see……..

They neglected to pick up on the fact that one eastern woman had auburn hair and had the same build as Irene……
The other had black hair and was the same build and figure as Hailey……….
Also they were near enough the same age…………
And both these rather plain and dour East Europeans were trying as much a s possible to hide their good looks………
Bad clothes, awful hairstyles and way too much makeup tended to do that………

Irene suddenly said ‘What do you want us to do Sir’

‘Well…….those upstairs want them and their luggage all checked out before they go any further……know what mean’
‘Yes Sir’ said Irene
‘You have all the equipment and know how to use it’ smiled Blake……..with his rotten teeth and breath…

Irene looked again at the women

‘And after Sir’
‘Oh…..you won’t have to worry about that’
‘Beg your pardon Sir…….there are forms and reports to fill out’

Blake hurriedly thought up an excuse………..
He had looked worried for a moment……….then back to his cheesy grin…….

‘Don’t you worry about that……..I will clean it all up later……..Hush…Hush……loose ships sinks ships………remember that one………..What’

‘No we don’t Sir’ said Irene

Blake guffawed………

‘Well I do’……….

He recovered quickly……..briefly feeling his age………

Also briefly wanting to squeezes one of Irene Bishop’s tits………but fighting off the urge to do so……he couldn’t help himself………..
Modern bloody Britain and its stifling and petty laws……..
He remembered when he had served in Aden……..one could get away with pretty much anything there as long as the ‘tottie’ was local………..
Bloody cheap as well…………

All official sounding he continued……..

‘Well you remember the triple pay for an eight hours shift’ he smiled falsely…….
’Plus a cracking promotion report’
Hailey smiled at that……and nodded her little pretty head…….

‘Well……….thoroughly deal with those two……no questions asked……….and then you two can shoot off home to do what you girls do on a lazy afternoon…….hey’ he rather lecherously implied………

Irene perked up then……….
‘Good…….I need to get home rather urgently’ her tone was not friendly…….
Hailey looked at her friend again………..what had got into her

‘That’s the spirit’ said Grabby
‘Sixteen hours of pay for one hour of work………no wonder we lost the empire……..what’
His joke fell flat………as usual…………

‘Do they speak English Sir’ Irene again
‘Yes……..I think so…….enough to understand me getting them off the plane’ he twiddled his moustache……..looking at the mute pair over his shoulder………

Without being told……….
Irene started her professional, hard case customs officer routine and stormed towards the two sitting women…..
She had had plenty of practice doing it………..
She was eager to get this done………and get home and face her husband………hopefully not in one of her negligee’s……….

‘Right you two…….lets go’
She would brook no protest……….

Hailey was the junior……..she was learning her profession………
Not ever realizing that this would be her last day in this type of job………….
Hailey made to follow her colleague and felt a hand pat her bottom……..

She spun around……..’Do you mind’
The smirking Grabby cheekily replied ‘Not at all’
Hailey just sighed heavily in protest ‘Really’
‘That’s a good girl, go and help Bishop’

She did so to get away from his hands………..

The two sitting women did not react……..they just looked at the two female officers……..faces blank
Irene thought they looked like very bovine orientated creatures………dull and stupid………
And she treated them as such………

‘I said move………are you deaf and dumb’ Irene was angry now

Hailey thought she was way out of character…….too aggressive for some reason
She stood back……..smart and pretty in her tight black uniform…….
Grabby was behind her………..watching her shapely round arse………
Hailey moved forward………..it was safer………

‘Come on dumbos……..grab your gear’ Irene was pointing now……

One of the women, the one with auburn hair, the same as Irene, looked up and in stilted English slowly said
’Okay we come……..no shout’

‘Finally……it talks’ exclaimed Irene
The eastern woman looked Irene up and down………taking her all in
Again in stilted English
‘Big woman in a uniform……not so tough without it’
Irene held the woman’s stare……..
‘Come along please…….and stop wasting time’

The auburn woman finally relented……….feeling her point had been made…….
The women were slow retrieving their cases and handbags……
They were slow in doing so………

‘Come on we haven’t got all day’ Irene wanted this done and out of the way………she wanted to get home fast…….

The women finally had their baggage…….

Hailey was more polite

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‘This way please ladies’ and indicated towards another white frosted glass door……..behind the inspection counter………
The women understood this kinder, younger looking woman……
In a thick accent the Easterner wearing glassed said
‘Thank You’
Hailey did not see the woman also looking her over………..it was not a friendly inspection…….

They were too slow for Irene Bishop…….who had visions of her bedroom……of her knickers and tights being desecrated right at that very moment……..
She had a lot of pent up frustration…….and the two luckless Bulgarian secretaries were feeling her heat…….
She roughly shoved the woman in the tweed suit……..who stumbled forward…….

She spun around and in guttural English loudly said
‘Do not push me…….you will regret it’……..her face angered for the first time…….

Irene was pleased that she had finally obtained a reaction……..
Proving at least that they were not walking corpses………..
‘None of that now…..you’re in England…….come along…….’

‘Hey…..no push’ said the spectacled secretary……..
Hailey Summer had grabbed her arm……..to escort her to the inspection room………
She was learning fast………..taking her example from Irene……

‘You’re not in Bulgaria or wherever it is you’re from’
Hailey trying to use a harsh and strict tone of voice but not quite pulling it off……..
‘Ow’ said the woman in glasses as she received a sharp tug…………
‘Come along you’

Blake stood back and just watched it all………..
He was getting a great rear view of all these buxom and big arsed wenches………
His small ratty eyes just sucking it all in………..
His nicotine stained tongue licked his lips…….

Womanly round and tight bottoms trapped under taut black skirts………sexy black stockings over lovely legs…….tight and synched jackets…….sexy caps……..
Lipstick smeared lips……..blue grey eye shadow………..
The Eastern girl in her equally tight skirt………with her round bottom………nice tan layered legs too
The flowing grey dress……..
Lovely knockers too…….all wobbling about……….all their bras unseen but imagined

Women pulling and shoving at each other…..……….protesting, exotic continental girls……….. British female’s shouting orders………hands pushing on backs…….
Outraged yelping in foreign tones………clipped British orders………angry women

‘How dare you’
‘Move along now…..lets have none of that’
It was all rather lovely, a little catty and all making him rather a little stiff down in the trouser department……….

He saw the two East Europeans being bundled through the glass door, confused looks on their faces……….followed by his uniformed officers……..stern faced, very official……….
Very official in their tight black uniforms and sexy black stockings………

All appeared to be in order thought Inspector Blake……..

The four struggling and pushing woman squeezed through the white glassed door…….

‘Stop your moaning and get in there’ shouted Hailey……..

‘Ooooohh……..you bad girl’ retorted the Bulgarian with glasses……

The auburn haired easterner hissed……
‘Is this how you treat friends’……….
Irene savagely pushed her in the back………

The door slammed shut………...it was fairly soundproofed, as it needed to be……….the arguing and protesting females were suddenly shut out……….all was fairly silent……….
Blake was on his own at last
A jet again flew overhead………
A truck drove past………

He took a seat, same as the others had…….
There was a tall stand chrome ashtray nearby………….

In fact the seat was still warm………he took a delighted relish in that………placing his backside were that big bottomed Bulgarian had just been sitting just a moment ago…….
In her tight tweed skirt……..

He reached into his lower tunic pocket and retrieved a silver cigarette case……...he opened it and selected a cigarette………..he liked and preferred a certain Turkish blend……….hard to find sometimes……..but he still contacts with certain flight crews……..
A habit formed by his extensive travels and work in the Middle East……..

He thought on that……...not the same place anymore……
Too violent nowadays……..they and the outside foreign interference had ripped the place apart…….
He had loved Beirut in the 60’s………

Was that a shout from within the examination room………
He ignored it……..as he was not surprised at all

He then found his old Ronson lighter and lit the cigarette………
He had bought it back in 48……..just as they had evacuated Palestine……….
He remembered the port of Haifa disappearing into the gloom forever……….Mount Carmel dominating the port and city itself………..forever disappearing for him………….he had never been back
He had no wish to return………..
His part time enterprise there was over………

He leaned back and crossed his legs……
He deeply inhaled the strong tobacco………..savouring the taste

Yes………..he had loved the old cities of the Levant……….
North Africa……..he missed that place alright
Especially Cairo during the war……..the things he had got up to there

The Nile Delta had been literally chocker full of kit and rare desirables shipped in from the United States…….and no was really keeping count half the time………
Especially during the great panic when Rommel had been approaching Alexandria………

He had made a mint then, long since gambled away at the baccarat tables of ‘Sheppard’s’……..plus his first foray into the white slavery business had started in Egypt………
In those days people always went missing during wartime……….it was a lot easier back then……..and Post War with all its upheavals easier again………

Not so now………bloody Interpol and such, the police back to doing policing………..but still doable with the right organization behind you
Ah…..he had been so young then…………….more daring

Then he heard it again……..accompanied by a loud banging sound……..as is someone had bounced off a metal filing cabinet……..or had kicked it……..

He listened……..
Another plane was taking off…………

There it was again…….a bang…..like someone had kicked a chair over…….or the side of a table…….or both…….
Blake understood that he was hearing the sounds of a struggle within the inspection room……..
But no one had shouted or screamed out loud……..
His thin mouth pulled on the cigarette………………
He was not alarmed at all………he was quite calm and relaxed………..
All was going to plan……….

He was thinking about the white slavery…….or the kidnapping racket as it was called today…….
Sold as modern day slaves……..sex slaves he supposed if he was to be truthful about it……..
Very few he had handled had ever drawn a ransom…………
He wondered that after this show if he could start up something else similar far way…….very far away indeed……….

Suddenly………on the white frosted glass of the door there appeared two hands…………..
Small hands………..female hands………..all fingers extended outwards……….fingers flexing on the glass
Palms clamped on the opaque white glass………

The connecting arms clad in black…………like those of the sleeves of a uniform tunic………

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The hands had banged on the glass when making contact………..

Someone with outstretched hands had suddenly, made a last gasp attempt to dash for the door……….a final and hopeless effort at escape……..
But she was being held from behind……..an even less distinctive shape was behind her……….
Missing the handle completely……..maybe thinking to start rapidly banging on the window for help…….

No help would be forthcoming………
Whoever she was…….
She was trying to get out of the inspection room…………..

Blake could not make out any details of the female in distress……….

The head was a dark blur……..no details of the face could be discerned……….just a formless silhouette………
But he thought it was probably the girl called Summers………..the younger one, with the lovely tits and hips…….
Was that a white smudge over where the lower face should be……..
Blake squinted……….
Yes, that was it………it must be

‘Good ho’ his voice cracking with lust……….

Maybe a white cloth or pad being held over the girl’s mouth and nose…….
All blurred, mixed up…..the image being very quick……..fleeting

So quick that suddenly it was all gone………

The formless shadow and the desperate hands suddenly disappeared………..as the nameless female was yanked back into the inspection room…….
Blake thought he had heard a muted scream………
Maybe not………but he liked to think he had…….
The frosted white glass was clear again…………just greasy marks remained were the unfortunate woman’s hands had desperately been………..

He smile a wicked grin……….
He clapped his hands…………
‘Oh Bravo……..charmed I’m sure’

He was stiff in the trousers again……..he had rather enjoyed that little show…..
Hopefully later there would be more……..
There appeared to be no more movement or odd sounds emanating from within the inspection room……..

He sat back and enjoyed his cigarette………
Smiling to himself……..

[hahaderen]

Fantastic！You are so talented. Love your story as always！

[artdodge]

The games afoot. New players are entering the fray.

[jaegerhunde01]

Thank you all

[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

Loving it!