A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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NEXT MORNING – THE IMPERIAL HOTEL

The real Clio Bossetti would have loved her room at the Imperial……….
If she had been allowed to check in that is……..

The English had not been cheap in selecting their accommodation……..
Which with them indicated they needed something……….and needed it badly………..
It was a large room, bright and spacious………modern in its materials…..…yet had still retained a rustic character about it……..
Dark wood furniture, bright drapes, and linen in ochre, beige and ivory white…….bright and soft light……..gold and brass fixtures…….
The bathroom was brilliant white…….…immaculately clean and again spacious…….the towels were brilliant white, large and fluffy…….
The free soaps, shampoo and conditioner were exclusive…….of an expensive brand……..

The fake Bossetti had been impressed when she had first entered the room……..
Wherever the genuine Clio was right now………it was to be guaranteed that she was not enjoying the same kind of luxury……….
Far from it……….and probably still screaming through a tight gag…………

The white flowing pleated and thick curtains were still closed………….
After all it was still dark outside what with these early and long winter North European nights…….
Very unlike the more temperate and warmer climes that she pretended to hail from……….
Dawn had actually broken………..but within this capitol city the natural light was struggling to gain purchase over the previous storm laden winter night………
Bossetti, lying awake that night had listened to the wind and rain as it had slammed into the thick glass window pane……….

There was life and movement within this softly furnished room……..
Sounds that only a woman could and would produce….……….
Drawers opening and sliding…………delicately
Fabrics being ruffled……..
The swish of very thin and soft garments being eased over skin……..lace and gossamer…….hands inside translucent and flimsy nylon……....the sliding of hands over nylon sheathed thighs….……the snap of knicker elastic on a stomach and hips……...the snapping of a bra band on the body………the loud slap on skin as shoulder straps were finally adjusted and set into place………

The main lights of the very comfortable room had been fully switched on………
Fixed within the centre of the white painted ceiling was an almost miniature chandelier….....its light was bright and sparkling………a very feminine and classy touch………
The room was very well illuminated for the task currently at hand………
That task being a woman getting dressed for the day ahead……..
The person in the room required a good level of lighting to see and observe what she was doing………

The on suite bathroom door had been left ajar………its light still on……..
Wisps of spent steam still drifted from within the white tiled bathroom……….
The large wall mirror still stained with condensation………
Another woman’s skin creams, make up remover, deodorant and lotions lay around the deep ceramic wash basin……..
Just visible……and on the wet tiled floor
An obviously used and discarded fluffy white towel could be just seen…..…….next to the towel………a pair of used black satin ladies panties lay scrunched and balled up……..they too looked wet

Next to the open bathroom door and running along a wall were fitted wardrobes…………a light natural pine in construction and design, their panels decorated with oak and leaf trim…….the wardrobe doors came complete with gold brass handles………

A large full size mirror had been fitted onto one of the wardrobe doors………..
The mirror was very convenient if one wished to inspect oneself during and after dressing……….

Hanging up from one of the overhead handles was a military style tunic………judging by its tailored and synched cut the jacket had been designed to be worn by a female……..
The tunic was made of a heavy dark navy blue……..almost black if one just casually stared at it……….

The tunic was tailored to the wearer………and very synched at the waist……..
That’s why one could initially observe that it had been made and designed for a female waist and hips…………
The cuffs of the sleeve displayed a thin red ring……...likewise on the wide winged and notched collars and lapels
The shoulder boards displayed three silver stars………indicating that the intended wearer was an ordinary Captain………..
Four large and embossed silver buttons decorated the front of the garment……..the breast pockets were for show, another sign that the intended wearer would be a woman, a natural female bosom would render any real chest pockets unusable………..two smaller silver buttons on each breast pocket supposedly held the pocket flap closed……..
The stylishly cut hip pocket flaps were designed the same way……..and totally useless………
The tunic was not meant to be a practicable military garment……….
The garment was designed for a female wearer with a suitably sized and pleasing figure, whose dimensions would turn a head or two……..
The intended wearer would look smart, stylish and a little chic………
The tunics black satin lining shimmered in the artificial light………….

Another hanger held a very light pale blue uniform shirt……….long sleeved with a stiff collar………..a dark navy blue clip on tie, like one that would be used by a male, except thinner and not as flared…………hung from inside the pale shirt on its hanger………

A third hanger exhibited the uniform’s matching skirt……….the same very dark blue material as the tunic……..
When worn the skirts hemline would end well above a ladies knee……..
On the rear of the skirt was a back slit or vent extension……..the skirt was rather form fitting, therefore the vent allowed a woman ease of movement when in a tight skirt, and therefore did not restrict her walking…….or running if necessary……….
Or in extreme circumstances………suddenly kick someone full in the chest……..
The skirts zip was also at the rear………….

The bed was a double………the headboard a standard pine affair……….
The mattress looked hard and thick………..
The bed linen was of soft white and Egyptian cotton…………the bed was unmade……..the soft quilt rumpled and folded halfway down the mattress…………
The large soft pillows were compressed and askew at the top…….the odd hair or two had been left behind by someone who had slept well on them………
Likewise the white mattress sheet was wrinkled and creased after being slept in……….

On top of the bed lay an abandoned white silken nightdress……..very short, creased and wrinkled looking ………it was a slinky and soft looking garment……….
Its design was plain and simple……no lace trim, no floral design or sheer look affect…….
Its white Italian silk shimmered in the light……..its spaghetti shoulder straps tangled and crossed…………..
The silk garment looked to be inside out……….
Probably as a result of when the wearer peeled it over her body and removed it up and over her head earlier that morning………
No doubt on her way to the bathroom…….sauntering along just in the long absent Marianna Taccari’s black panties……….
Stripped from that same girl just the previous day…………
To the woman now in the hotel room…….that seemed like a long time ago………

Also sitting upon the tousled bed sheet was a ladies service cap………the same dark navy blue as the uniform skirt and tunic……
The small hat had a peak that normally would circumvent the centre………
But as with the fashion with Italian Police and Military female headgear the peak on its sides and rear had been tailored tightly upwards……only the bill or brim at the front which was extended forward and over the eyes remained…………..
The hat was flat on top………

The female cap when worn by the right sort of woman and sporting the appropriate makeup could come across as quite appealing and alluring……….even as very sexy……..
Over the brim and at the base was a silver and white braided band..…….set inside a double thin red line that went all around the headgear…….

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The centre crest was large……..with an embroided golden crest of a grenade and lighted fuse……..a flamboyant flame bursting to the right……..
The crest looked like that of Grenadiers of old…….just larger
It was the crest of the Italian ‘Arma de Carabinieri’…………

Two side cabinets lay either side of the bed, the small white shaded lamps were switched on……….a leather shoulder bag sat on one……….it looked like a ladies service hand bag………shiny and black………a pair of slim black leather gloves sat on top of the bag……….

Underneath and on the rich beige carpeted floor……… was a pair of highly polished black ladies dress shoes………
The heel was low and chunky at the rear……….the arch of the shoes were also quite low, nothing as flashy as a court shoe…..….open on the foot………..they would show off a lot of stocking on a females foot……….the toe of the shoe being a rather blunted point………

Near the hotel rooms large widow, which as stated remained unseen due to the curtains being closed………was a four tier chest of draws……..again in light pine and finely panelled with brass handles……..

A silver breakfast tray sat on top……….
The remains of toast crusts were on the plate…….the shell of a white egg………a white china coffee pot with a cup and saucer………
There was an half eaten croissant……
A linen serviette lay discarded on the tray……….

The chest of draws was quite voluminous……….
Which was just as well………
They had enough capacity to hold all of Marianna Taccari’s bras, panties, nylons, slips, camisoles and sleepwear……….plus a few scarfs and extras………
She had smiled with girlish glee when she had discovered two pieces of underwear that she personally favoured and wore regularly herself………very tight looking control bodysuits….…….one white…….and one black………satin by the looks of them
The replaced Italian Policewoman had packed and brought quite a lot………..it looked as if she was a girl who had thought of every occasion……..
Even personal feminine hygiene products……..an Italian brand, well stocked too…….
The woman posing as Captain Clio Bossetti had been quite impressed in her choices when it came too clothing………
Taccari was a girl who liked having a good selection at hand…….

Within the wardrobes at the bottom were stacked the red empty suitcases……..
That had been a chore convincing the porters to deliver the wrong named luggage to different rooms…….
The porters had looked at them oddly………..a few extra Pound notes had sorted that out………

After all………the bogus Taccari was wearing Bossetti’s clothes……and vice versa…….

Luckily that Nicola Yates had left them to it at the very busy reception desk……..
Otherwise the name discrepancy on the luggage would have raised a few eyebrows…….
She had looked the type who did not miss much………she looked sharp that one………there were to be no silly mistakes when in her presence…….that had been made obvious in their short introduction……..
But still……….the fake Captain Bossetti liked the look of her…….…in more ways than one……

So……the wardrobes were quite full………….
The Taccari girl liked a little style and comfort in her dress……….all was of good quality………her clothes were not cheap……….
Bossetti had taken a good while to unpack Taccari’s clothes and possessions and store then neatly within the room and the wardrobes provided………...
After all……..the fake Bossetti expected to be wearing them for a while to come……….if all went to plan……

The real Lieutenant of State Police had brought along a few neat and nice dresses and frocks………nothing too flashy and revealing……
There were also a few skirts……..short, medium and long of varying designs and prints……..
To go with them were a varied collection of tight looking tops and sweaters…….plus two pairs of tight looking jeans………
But for work there were three trouser suits of dark grey and black………plus a few accompanying blouses and female tailored shirts……..….

The bogus Captain had been disappointed at first in having to wear the younger woman’s attire, on first impression the girl had dressed just as brashly and provocatively as any twenty something would do….all tits, legs and arse……..but after going through her suitcases she had changed her mind………
For some reason Taccari’ only choice in racy and overly tight clothing had been the pieces she had been chloroformed in……….probably the current trend for young Italian girls when she had innocently left Rome…….
Otherwise she had good and sensible taste………she had clothes that would suit a woman of thirty……
Probably the real Lieutenant of State Police was out to professionally impress her British female counterparts……and not come across as what they called ‘Euro Trash’……..ensuring no sniggering behind her back……..

Therefore…….
Bossetti liked her panache and smartness, her choices in colours and tones…………..after all, the girl was a rather luscious and desirable young Italian…….

The new Bossetti had not been let down ……….
From her own pleasing and rather ratifying discoveries she had assumed her partner in another adjacent room was not unhappy either……..probably getting dressed at this very moment……….
She would have liked to view that……..but she knew her partner was not that way inclined………straight as a dye that one………
The fake Bossetti had liked the real Clio’s clothing from the start……..but that was not to be…….

Luckily for them both, the two real Italian Policewoman knew how to travel in some comfort…………and thank god…….style

And both imposters displayed no guilt whatsoever on wearing another woman’s clothes………

This rather wicked immorality trait was being evidently flaunted and paraded by the figure standing in front of the room’s vanity or dressing table………

The table was again natural pine……..rather edged and square in design, it contained no discreet drawers where ladies liked to store things away………
Its short cushioned stool was off to one side………..
The table supported a good sized oval mirror………………
On the table top lay more of the long missing Marianna’s comprehensive collection of top quality cosmetics………and perfume

The standing woman was at present fixing her hair……..
She was looking at her upper figure in the reflection of the now angled mirror…….
Her bare arms were up and extended……...her underarms completely shaven………
Her hands and fingers were at the back of her head…………she was twisting her dark golden hair into a tight bun…………..regulation style……….

Around and on her wrist she had a black velvet hair band ready to use………..
On the other wrist was Taccari’s small and slim ladies wristwatch…….
In her closed mouth and lips she had a few hair pins………
Her tightly closed lips sporting a bright red lipstick………
She had recently applied a blue/gray eye shadow……..dark mascara……….foundation with a little blusher, adding a little colour to her pale complexion……….
She had made generous use of Marianna’s rich and sweet smelling perfume………
Its odour filled the room……….

As the fake Bossetti concentrated on fixing her hair she stood there in some of the intercepted Italian girl’s recently selected and fresh underwear………
Apart from the black panties, all the other clothes worn since the airport change over were in a laundry basket provided by the hotel………

On and over her chest was the gold chain with the crucifix……….the same that had once adorned Marianna’s chest and had nestled within that deep and cavernous cleavage………
The pendant was now between a strangers breasts……….just as large as the Italian’s had been……..

It was the same for the brassiere that Bossetti had selected from the chest of draws……..
The bra was just divine to wear………..
For the fake Clio the bra was relatively comfy to wear, unlike most of them……..and as a bonus the intimate garment still retained a very feminine and pleasing look to the eye……….
The bras now full cups were half sheer and the rest made with shiny white nylon……….the sheer upper portion adorned with embroidered small sea shells……….the full and bulging cups laced with a clam shaped trim………
The points of her large nipples now invisible under the rounded and soft brilliant white fabric……..

Between the cups and attached to the gore was a cute little white bow………..

The bras torso band was sheer and thick…….
With her arms up………one had a most excellent and exciting view of that sturdy and sexy bra band………her pink skin still visible under the soft white mesh……….

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The bra had been fastened and clipped at the back……….a U band in design that dug nicely into her skin……….
The bra looked good on and over her breasts………..it looked very sexy on her……….especially with that chain nestled within her deep cleavage……..
The fake Italian had smiled after she had finished squeezing into the very personal garment……..
No doubt the woman who had bought the bra had looked and felt the same wearing it………never dreaming that another would be doing so…….

Her gaze took in her lower figure…….
Equally tight and pleasing…………...equally intrusive……..…..
She could feel the tight restriction all around the circumference her slim waist………
The result of wearing a fresh pair of black tights………these were not sheer to waist
The real Policewoman had been quite generous in unwittingly providing her with tights…..especially pairs in black………no doubt to match her uniform………
Well…..not this actual uniform………that was the uniform currently with her partner……..Taccari’s Police uniform…….

The discarded tights of yesterday were with the rest of yesterdays clothes……….in a laundry bin near the door………ready upon request to be collected by the hotel room service for suitable dry cleaning…….

These present tights that she wore were different in design…….
They were not sheer to waist as the last pair……they were support tights……..yet they were designed to be worn under an over the knee skirt…….
The new tights were darker for a start………..at least 20 denier and like stated were designed with support in mind………..not that she or the real Taccari needed figure shaping support……..
The run guard on her upper thighs very discernible……….
The support on her mid section more noticeable…….a darker black than that that layered her lower legs…….

The tights better matched the dark uniform she intended to wear……..

The latest Bossetti was slim………..
Slimmer than the Italian girl who was more curvaceous in her figure………
The dark black tights followed the curve and contours of her lower body like a second skin……..
She stood with a leg slightly forward with a bent knee………the other leg straight and holding her weight and balance as she fiddled with her hair………
The convex curve of her stomach under the black nylon………….the roundness of her buttocks……..

Bossetti was wearing panties under the tights………but they were heavily masked by the black nylon
Without the nylon the panties would have been a silky and shimmering brilliant white………..now they looked rather grey……..
They matched the brassiere in design……..but the sheer effect and embroidery were barely discernible underneath the darker support of the tights……….
What was noticeable was that the panties waistband ended just over and above her hips……….they also arched high on the hip…….and on the convex curve of her pubis they dipped at the front………..

Bossetti was very delighted in the Italian girls choice in undies…………she had good taste
She relished the idea that another female’s womanhood had been inside these same panties……….she was currently experiencing the same sensation between her legs as had the Italian girl when getting dressed first thing in the morning, her body too freshly washed and scented……….the tight reinforced gusset sliding between those places where only a girl herself should go……..and maybe where just a lucky few had been allowed to venture……..her own trimmed pubic hair sliding within the front of the soft and lace patterned satin………a place were previously only the unfortunate Marianna’s curved pubis had been allowed before……….
A very private place indeed………..
The imposter trembled a little at the thought………..God……..how she enjoyed wearing another woman’s underwear……….

She tried to focus at the task in hand……….after all, time was getting on and they had a very important interview to get to……..
The woman had finally finished twisting and securing her hair into a tight bun……….the hair on her forehead was slicked back and high………any offending hair over her small ears had been pinned in place……..
The same gold studs that Marianna had worn yesterday were still in place on her small ear lobes……..

She arched her head back and fore in the mirror………..looking at her image……..inspecting herself as other would……….
Her face and hair looked good…….all woman, and a normal looking woman at that………
She moved her bare shoulders back and fore………

At the same time noticing that her large breasts in the bra hardly moved at all……good
The bra was doing its job very well………plenty of support on her breasts………her back……….

Her hair looked neat and tight…..military style, not a hair out of place……..her small ears adorned with discreet golden studs……..if they caught the light they shimmered within the mirror………
The service cap would sit nicely on her head……….with its peak low over her dark and made up eyes……..she would look very sexy indeed……….
No doubt the real Bossetti and Taccari had attempted the same look………
Nice looking underwear…….black support tights high over her wide hips………the elastic waistband digging into the flesh of her waist……..
Plenty of makeup……..her bright thin red lips………..Taccari’s lipstick
She pouted those red lips and pretended to give her reflection a kiss………
The room smacked of lips……….and what sounded like……..
‘MmWah’……..
Women were women wherever they hailed from………..

She ran her palms over her black tight and shapely nylon layered and rounded buttocks…………….savouring the feel of the nylon and the illicit stolen panties underneath………
Her body felt refreshingly restricted………..so far so good

Satisfied, she sauntered away from the dressing table in her stocking sheathed legs and feet……….
Her layered feet felt different on the thick carpeted floor……..
The black tights had a visible black seam over her toes……..making it difficult for one to clearly see her red varnished nails underneath………

She stopped……..
She bent over……..causing her round backside to expand……….the now gray whiteness of the full backed panties underneath likewise growing in size………the dark vertical line of a seam dissecting her backside cheeks, from under her crotch and up to her waist………….

Her attention was focused on the chest of drawers……….
She had just gently slid one of the drawers forward………it was now closed…….…there had been a brief glimpse of its contents……..a selection of strappy brassieres……….
Quickly her hand pulled another drawer……the one below……….open…..
Her hands delved inside……..searching for a particular garment she knew to be already inside…….

She quickly selected and picked up a flimsy looking shiny black polyester garment…………
She stood up straight……….
Her hands and fingers slipped inside the waistband of the delicate and cool feeling piece of feminine clothing………
She stretched the thin elastic waistband and shook the garment out………..making the slip take shape

She once more bent over…………her white bra clad chest and back dipping low………giving any would be admirer a great view of her deep and dark cleavage………
Without the bra her weighty and full breasts would have sagged towards the floor…….bending to the laws of gravity…….
She pulled the waistband of the black slip wide open and stepped into it………
There was a swish of polyester on nylon………..a crackle of static as she pulled the half slip up over her legs and thighs……….until once on her hip she let the elastic waistband snap into place……..

The room was momentarily filled with the sound of the snapping of nylon and the rustling of satin as she adjusted the black slip to match the level of the tights snugly sitting on her waist………..she also made sure the slit of the slip was at the rear, to match the vent of the skirt………

The black half slip looked strict and tight over her solid and wide thighs………the outline of her hips and thighs much visible…….the slip appeared pasted to the curve of her obviously feminine stomach……..
The slip’s trim was of a floral design……….clam shaped too……….a nice soft and gentile touch
Its hemline ended well above her knee………….the slip would be invisible under the skirt that the imposter intended to wear……..
She turned around………..her palms once again smoothing her ample backside……..
The silky smooth garment was also very tight on her backside……….she made sure there were no folds and creases…….

Finally………
The slip felt good and correctly fitted on her…………
She did not have time to admire herself……..time was getting on………
It was never a short and painless process when a real woman got dressed…….

The imposter was happy with her hair and makeup and now very pleased with her new underwear choices for the upcoming day……….…
Choices……not hers really………..it had been very easy to make a selection
They were the intimate choices made by another woman when out shopping somewhere unknown……….

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She had violated the inner sanctum of the replaced female………going where a stranger should never have been…….
But the fake Bossetti had finally purged that outrageous breach of intimate privacy from her slightly warped sense of right and wrong…………
She was feeling very comfortable……..very natural………within the girls’ underwear…….and soon inside her clothes…….
It was her tits now uplifted within her bra……….her own fanny within the girl’s panties………
Tough luck bitch, she sneered silently from within her unstable mind………..

She now padded over to the wardrobe doors……….
Her slip swishing against the nylon layered legs and thighs underneath………her curvy backside swaying under the shiny black satin……….
The lacy trim of the slip stirring to the movement of her black clad legs……….

The imposter stood facing the wardrobe……….
She was dressed half as a woman should be……….underneath at least……….now came the moment to cover-up all that alluring effort………….
Her bare arms reached out……..
She peeled the pale blue uniform shirt from its hanger……….
She slid her arms in one after the other…………shrugged the shirt over her white bra strapped shoulders………

She stood in front of the full length mirror……….and proceeded to button up the front of the shirt
The shirt tail just over the top of the black slip……….
She slowly watched her lacy and shiny white bra disappear from view……..the shirt tightening as she buttoned up…….the blue cotton taking the shape of her busty breasts……..
Soon to be hidden from view……but not their shape underneath……..the bra lifted up her breasts creating a fine profile under the shirt………..
Finally she button holed the last one……the shirts collar up and on her slim neck

She reached for the dark navy black tie………
She lifted her jaw……..
Eventually she clipped the tie in place……..and lowered the sharp collar neatly into place……..
Next she buttoned her cuffs………
At the same time looking at the shape of her upper body in the mirror……..
Even now she looked good………even with her shirt tails loosely covering part of her slip

Next came the dark uniform skirt……….
She opened the garment by its waistband……….and proceeded to step inside……….
Once more bending over……..
She pulled the skirt up her legs, thighs and hips……….the slip also rising up in the process……….
Once sat on her waist she reached behind……….her fingers searching for the button hole……..and then the zip………
Both were eventually found and secured………
She slid the skirt around her thin waist………making sure it sat right………

She reached under the tight skirt………whereby she pulled the trapped slip free………..making sure that the slip was straight and level underneath……….she felt the slip under the skirt, with no visible sign of its lacy hemline……..

She again padded over to the chest of draws…………at the same time tucking in the pale blue shirt as she went
The skirt was still slightly loose around her waist…..but not by much………
She opened a draw………no underwear and nylons in this one
A few silk scarfs………a cashmere one, a few different types of gloves…….a cream coloured woollen hat……..and of course a few belts that fitted a few outfits within the wardrobe……..
She selected the service belt that she knew to be in there………

As she did so the belt caught on a grey cashmere scarf………and pulled the soft neck warmer suddenly upwards and it landed halfway out of the opened drawer……..
The sudden dislodgement of the scarf inadvertently revealed something that had been hidden underneath………..
There lying on its side was a small brown bottle……….three quarters full of a clear looking liquid……….the bottle had a black screw on top…….
On its side was a white label in a language that was not English……or in Latin script….
In fact it was Cyrillic……..Bulgarian in fact……….
And if one could read Bulgarian the bottle advertised the clear looking liquid as ‘Chloroform’………..plus details on chemical formula……dosage and danger warnings……….plus that it had been manufactured by the Bulgarian State Health Directorate………..
Bossetti reburied the bottle under the scarf……….adding another on top

She slowly closed the drawer………….one never knew when that would come in handy……..
It was the only item that she brought with her from her original travel luggage………
She had not told anyone……….

She ran the black leather ladies dress belt through the loops in the skirts waistband………..the buckle was silver chrome and of a military style………
She breathed in………pulled the belt strap and then pushed in both the buckle locks……..
The belt now felt tight on her……….likewise the skirt……….

She padded over to the other side of the dishevelled bed………near the pillows……..
As women do she placed a hand under her skirt and proceeded to sit down……….
She then bent over…………her pale blue shirt became very tight on her back……..revealing the slight outline of a U band bra underneath……..the tight straps on and over shoulders…………

She selected a left foot dress shoe………
She slid her black stockinged foot inside………….using her fingers to steady the rear heel………
She relished the sensation of her soft coated foot easily sliding into the hard leather of the shoe……….

She did the same with the other ladies shoe……………..her reinforced toe slipping inside

When finished she stood up………brushing the back of her tight skirt………causing her shapely backside to quiver a little………
She was taller in the shoes………..

She again went over to the full length mirror………
She inspected her image………..and she liked what she saw
Because she was slim the shirt tucked in nicely under the skirt………
The silver belt buckle at the centre on her trim waist………..
Her crisp collar and tie………
Her tight bra invisible under the shirt………the healthy outline and bulge of her bosom……..
Her skirt followed the outline of her hips and thighs……….
The hemline just above the knee………..she could feel the slinky slip under the skirt………
The tightness of the tights around her loins………
The intimacy of her panties………
Her lower legs encased in black nylons…………
The smart open shoes on her feet……..the heel underneath……….her painted toes crammed into the pointed toe of the polished shoe…………

She reached for the tunic……..
Again the shirt went tight on her back……….and the visual evidence to anyone watching confirmed that she did wear underwear………..

Her arm and shirt sleeve passed through one arm of the tunic……..then the other
The satin lining swished over blue cotton………..
She pulled the tunic by its front over her shoulders………
She adjusted the fit by shifting her shoulders………
She pulled the tunic over her bosom and proceeded to button the silver fasteners……..
Her fingers moved with ease…..
She reached inside and adjusted her shirt cuffs underneath…………
She brushed with her hands her new uniform……….

She studied herself in the mirror………..she looked very smart……….she was very pleased indeed
Those Asian people had done a great job on the uniform……….she would give them that however primitive they appeared to look……..
After all………this was the real Clio Bossetti’s uniform……….it had been way too small for her initially……..
The tunic and skirt that is…….plus her shoes………
Her partner in crime fitted well into Clio’s other clothes and shoes……..not to mention all her underwear……..the lucky swine…….
As that rather sly looking oriental had promised………..one hour after checking in there had been a knock on the door……
Likewise, for her partner who had been ensconced in the room opposite…….
On upon hearing the knock at her door……………
She had stopped hanging up Taccari’s skirts within the wardrobe……and just in soft black nylon clad feet had padded over to the door……..
She had still been wearing the Italian girls clothes stripped from her unconscious and limp body……….minus the boots that was all……..
Upon opening the door………
Two small and smiling Asian women had greeted her……….
Both were well into middle age……..one carrying a small sewing machine…….the other a black leather case with their tools of the trade……..
Upon entering……..they took over………..

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Uniforms were exchanged back and fore rooms……….
Eventually Taccari’s travelling clothes had to come off………for a custom uniform fitting of course…….
The Chinese in both separate rooms had made short work of pinning, altering and sewing………

Now the legitimate Bossetti’s uniform fitted her like a glove……..
They had too……the uniforms of the State Police and Carabinieri differed slightly………but not in style of course…….that would be so un-Latin like………

She left the mirror………..
And went over to the bed………she bent over…….the skirt getting tighter on her rump……..
The slip underneath ensuring that there was no visible panty line on her rear………

Her fingers picked up the service cap………and it was back over to the mirror……..

Standing there and holding the cap on its side she lifted her arms up and over her head……..
By sheer luck she had the same sized head as Bossetti…….
Nobody had bothered to check on that either…………a sloppy mission this one………..she grimaced, what else had they overlooked………..
No doubt it was the short notice deployment……..

She lowered the service cap onto her head……..and by using the mirror she adjusted the fit until she had got it just right……….
She sensed and could feel the cap touch her tight bun of auburn hair……..
She tilted the cap forward……..it’s bill moving forward and down……..
She checked her image………
Her thin face……….her makeup……….her bright red thin lips……..her eyes dark and layered with Taccari’s mascara………
She blinked repeatedly……….noting her dark eyes and eyelashes………..the blue/gray eye shadow……..
The cap gave her a sensual look………
Also smart crisp collar and tie……..
She could smell the perfume liberally sprayed over her neck and now invisible chest…….
The large curve of her bust under the tunic…….
She was out to impress the English……..in that she was sure to succeed……….

Happy with her image as an officer of the Carabinieri…………she went over to the hallway of the hotel room……..near the front door……..
There built into the wall was a pine constructed coat and shoe open closet…….
There hanging up were the coats that Taccari had brought with her………not many, there were two civilian and one military in style…….
She needed one in particular right now……….the military looking overcoat
The coat was black……..it was a casual looking raincoat, in the trench coat style
It was single breasted with no belt……..complete with a storm flap…….the coat offered a sleek and streamlined appearance…….

It had pockets on the side and inside, ideal for navigating a city on a rainy day……..
Which was London after all……..nearly all year round

After she had eased the overcoat over her uniform its length reached down just to her black nylon sheathed calf’s………with the polished and heeled service shoes she looked very smart indeed……….

Finally before her departure she moved over to the side table……she bent over, the skirt and tunic tightening on her curved body………there she picked up the leather gloves resting on the issued leather shoulder bag…….whose strap she looped over her left shoulder………

She also retrieved an official looking, dark brown leather briefcase..........

She turned on her heel and strode over to the small exit hallway………she retrieved the military style overcoat from its rail………and draped it over her free left arm……..still holding the leather gloves……….

She was starting to feel very tepid and hot under her new uniform……..uncomfortably so……..
The room was very warm……….
Which was fine if one was just parading around in just ones bra and panties……….or a nightdress…….
But now her body was fully layered and strapped in by the tight and restrictive underwear and clothing………not much of her soft skin was exposed to fresh air……….
She liked all that nylon and the various straps digging into her skin……the tight skirt on her legs…..…..but her clothes had been designed for external use…….not here
Time to get outside……..and let the elements cool her off………and likewise for her usurped attire do their thing………

She then stood by the door…….as final check she made sure that the rooms key was still within the handbag………together with all the rest of Clio Bossetti’s personal and intimate items……….
With her face slightly flushed……..
She was ready to leave…….

She opened the door…….on the way out she retrieved the plastic laminated card that declared ‘Do Not Disturb’………as she closed the door behind herself she hung the card from the external door knob……..

Finally, outside in the hall she looked left and right………
No one was there…….
The hallway…….painted in beige and white……..the dark wooden and numbered doors…….the rich floral patterned carpet…….low overhead ceiling lighting………
In her heeled service shoes, with her shapely lower legs encased in black nylon she now walked over to the opposite room of the main hallway………..

She paused…….was her partner finally dressed………taking her time like she had……….
Was she still adjusting her own skirt…….buttoning up her shirt…….
Would she get a chance to see something……..
She knocked on the door…….
She was not long in waiting………..
Damn………too quick in coming

When the door was fully opened she was greeted by the sight of another uniformed woman…….also wearing a service cap…….her black hair also tightly bunned and rather strict looking………
Her face also heavily made up……….
This woman was in the uniform of Marianna Toccari………but she was not her……..

‘You look very convincing’ said the lead imposter…….
Taccari smiled, her eyes roving……..
‘So do you’
‘Shall we’ indicated the fake Captain….
‘Why not’ answered the equally fake Lieutenant of Italian State Police……….
Both spoke in perfect Italian……..

Taccari walked forward…….closing the door after herself…..she too hung up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on her door………..

Her uniform was similar to Bossetti’s in design and style…….just different facings and insignia…….especially on the identically styled service cap……..
Her crisp shirt and neat tie were also identical……..
From her waist down she differed slightly……….
The uniform skirt she wore was a gray in colour……the skirt was the same length as Bossetti’s, and just as figure hugging…..….her nylons a dark tan in shade
Her black service shoes were the same in design and colour………open at the foot with a sturdy heel………

The fake Toccari also had a handbag over her shoulder………a military rain coat draped over one arm…….she too was holding a pair of leather gloves……..
And was holding a soft leather briefcase……..this one black and looking rather worn………

They both walked in step down the corridor, heading for the lift…….they chatted away in perfect Italian……..
The fake Bossetti could not resist a little quip……….a quip that revealed her real carnal desires…….
‘How is the good Captains’ underwear………all snug and comfortable I hope’
Her partner kept looking forward……..a little grin on her face………her lips coated in a flesh coloured lipstick……..
‘None of your business’ she replied
‘Touchy’ said Bossetti
‘Yes you would’ said Toccari………..
‘But if you really want to know……..and I know you do………I have no complaints’
Bossetti tittered……..
‘Me too……….surprisingly………….until yesterday I had forgotten what it was like having a thong jammed up your ass all the time’ crowed Bossetti……….
Toccari guffawed……..
‘Yes………the decadence of these Western Bitches beggars belief’ said Taccari, still grinning ‘Sometimes they dress like whores’
‘Fun though yes’ replied Bosssetti…………..
‘Whores too must have fun I suppose’ admitted Toccari………….
They both sniggered like a pair of schoolgirls at that last comment………
That was one of the perks of serving abroad, especially within the decadent West……..having conversations and enjoying certain personal pleasures that would lead to severe repercussions back home………….
Who back home would know…………

They were approaching normal people, also waiting for the lift……..

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They had approached from the two hallways left and right……..from other wings on the hotel floor…….

AS they approached……getting nearer to the people……..
‘They did a good job altering the uniforms’ stated Bossetti
‘I would say more than that…….most excellent in fact’ said her partner……
‘Agreed’ said the older woman……..

They joined what they assumed were fellow guests…….a couple……..who were also waiting for the lift to arrive……..
Bossetti gave her best smile to the man and woman as they approached……
She could see them both scrutinizing the uniforms……….especially the man…….

‘Good morning’ she smiled in accented English………
They would like that thought the imposter……
She received a bouncy ‘Good morning’ from the male…….
From the female a curt nod and ‘Morning’ and no smile……….
They both sounded very English……..

She was middle aged…….a golden and dirty blonde………her hair a nice and clean bob in style……..
Not bad looking but her figure looked as if she was heavy in her weight……..
Bossetti as she always naturally did profiled the woman……..especially what she was wearing………
Her bosom looked heavy……..
Her expensive navy blue suit and skirt looked stressed in places……especially around her waist…..
The skirts hemline ended just below the knee…….
Her legs encased in what looked like taupe shaded nylons………..her dark blue shoes were heeled and open on the foot……with pointed toes…….

They were both without heavy coats…….without a handbag of any sort……..
Bossetti assumed that they were on their way to breakfast……..

She stole a glance at the woman’s figure once again…………too many heavy breakfasts by the looks of it…….and no exercise either……..
A lethal combination………which was a shame really as the woman was not bad looking at all………and her clothing looked to be of a good quality and expensive………
No doubt her choice in undies would be equally exquisite………

Taccari appeared to respond more to the man’s more joyous welcome……..
She flirted with her eyes……..giving him a salacious……..
‘Buongiomo’ ……….
His smile became larger………maybe too his organ deep within his black trousers…….
His wife glared at him in disapproval……..

There was a loud ‘ping’ sound………..
The lift had arrived………
The cars double silver chrome doors opened……….revealing another person inside…….

A younger lone man………dressed in a snazzy suit and tie……..holding a fawn coloured coat and a briefcase…….
His eyes went wide and very searching as the two young Italian ladies in their exotic and sexy looking uniforms entered the car……..
He stuttered slightly as he said………looking straight at Toccari’s chest
‘Going doing’ he said………
Bossetti smiled wide and exclaimed………..
‘Yes please’………….while thinking at the same time……..I bet you would like her too………

The metal doors closed……………..
In the confined space Bossetti turned to the man with the briefcase…………
‘Parli Italiano’ she beamed…….
The man looked at her blankly………..
‘Sorry’ he stammered ‘I do not understand’
‘Better weather in Italy’ she falsely explained……..in her sexy accented English
The man……an unimposing type who was obviously a little intimidated by being addressed by such a beautiful and exotic female stammered back
‘Sorry……I should expect so’
‘No need to apologize’ she said……..

The English woman…….looking ahead and attempting to ignore the presence of these two gorgeous foreigners………sighed heavily………
Bossetti thought she had also mumbled the words ‘Good Grief’……with the noise of the descending elevator she was unsure…….

This plumpish Englishwoman was maybe feeling the pangs of jealously……..also maybe that of a sense of inadequacy……………
That was it…..spite
All these people did not speak or understand Italian………it was probable that they only spoke English………like most of them did……….

In loud Italian and looking at her partner she suddenly and loudly blurted out……….

‘I bet she is wearing huge panties’ still looking innocent and cute……..like butter would not melt in her mouth……….’big and enormous ……….over her belly button, keeping her fat gut in………and all over her fat ass’

‘Is that all you can think about’ smiled Taccari…..as if they were discussing the weather
‘Here I do…..it’s so distracting’
‘You need therapy’
‘I did a few times’ offered Bossetti……..
‘And’ said the fake Marianana
‘I was recruited for this job’
They both laughed…………
The English being ignorant of why they had laughed smiled, for the sake of just being polite……..except the woman of course………totally oblivious of the fact that the prospective size of her knickers was being discussed………

Any further conversation was halted as the lift ‘Pinged’ once again……….

At the ground floor they all departed………going their separate ways…….

As they left and confidently strode towards the exits the faux Italians appeared relaxed and nonchalant as they amicably chatted between themselves……..
Just two very professional looking young women, smartly uniformed………here on business…………
They both ignored any lengthy glances made in their direction…….after all; they were good looking…….it was to be expected

Bossetti casually asked………again in fluent Italian

‘Find anything interesting in those suitcases last night’
Toccari casually replied
‘Nothing of vital importance……..yours was getting divorced, a copy from her lawyers application for a final separation…….I’ll bring it over tonight……..apart from that they were just full of her clothes………nice stuff too’

To any outside observers it was just two women just having a chat and sharing a funny story…….or just chatting about the lousy English weather………and their heavy and stodgy food

Finally they made it to the lobby exit were they set down their briefcases and handbags on a small table and proceeded to don their uniform long coats…….
A few admiring glances came their way as their chests expanded as they struggled into the coats……
Satisfied at last they retrieved their possessions and finally entered the outside world………

It was cold and gray again…..dark, but at least it was not raining……..but it had been earlier during the night…….the tarmac and paving stones were still wet……..
Bossetti, and no doubt Taccari could feel the chill on their thinly layered nyloned legs……..but otherwise they were snug in their rather new outfits……..

Taccari saw them first……standing near the familiar looking government issued Ford Grenada…….
The two men in long black coats were standing under the overhead parkway of the hotel…….no doubt waiting for them……..
They both recognized the Policemen from yesterday called Crowther……….
They nodded towards him……he nodded back
They walked towards the car……..

The other officer went to the other side to open the door…..
Crowther opened the door bordering the pavement……..
‘Good Morning Ma’am’ he smiled…….
She crooned back………as he opened the door wide……..
‘And good morning to you Sergeant’

She made a great play of easing herself into the backseat of the car……..showing lots of black nyloned leg……………..
She could tell that the show had distracted the Sergeant…….

No doubt Taccari in her light tan nylons had done the same……..most men were easy to disarm with just so simple a use of such a womanly ruse….

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Once suitably seated…….the two men jumped into the front seats, the engine roared into life and the powerful V8 car pulled away from the reserved curb side pavement……………………….

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NEW SCOTLAND YARD

The journey to New Scotland Yard was uneventful………..
The lady passengers just stared out of the car’s windows……….no conversation took place except for the expected exaggerated response when they travelled past one of London’s many famous landmarks…….
They both pretended to be impressed or awestruck……..tugging occasionally at their respective sleeves and pointing……..
Then muttering something in Italian………..
In reality they did not give a damn……….but remaining silent would have been deemed suspicious in the least…….

Until………
They finally arrived at New Scotland Yard………..
The real purpose of them being here………under assumed identities……..

Upon leaving the car Crowther escorted them through the glass and chrome doors……..
They had all walked past the square shaped revolving and rather cheap and tasteless looking shiny metallic sign declaring ‘New Scotland Yard’………….

There in the lobby was the Policewoman that they had recognised from yesterday…….
They both remembered her name……..
Detective Inspector Nicola Yates………and she looked completely different on this rather important morning…….

She was smiling at their approach…….not the tough and stern facial features of yesterday when she had first met them at the airport……..
She still had the pretty thin and angular face……….with a lot of makeup adorning her face……..
The Englishwoman had made more of an effort this time around………
Bossetti liked that………..

Her black hair was now restricted and twisted into a tight bun at the back of her head…….
That simple act had changed the look of her face……….
What took Bossetti’s keen interest was what she was wearing…….
The young English woman was in full uniform……..
A black tunic and skirt…..tight on her slim figure……..
Her nice looking legs sheathed in sheer black nylon……….
Her shoes looked rather non regulation……..heels open on the foot with a low wide heel……..not the usual chucky Oxfords worn by other uniformed policewomen…….
A white shirt was visible……..a black and white chequered satin cravat at her throat……….

Bossetti liked everything she saw in this woman………not just in who and what she was……..but mainly it was the fact that everything that this English bint wore would probably fit her perfectly……
She returned the smile and extended her hand in greeting………
She felt the warmth of the woman’s hand as she gently shook it in greeting………..
She noted the red nail polish on the Policewoman’s hand……….the diamond ring on a thin unblemished finger……..

‘Good morning and welcome Captain’ Yates turned her head ‘Lieutenant’ acknowledging the presence of Toccari…….

‘Thank you……it’s a pleasure to be here’ replied the false Captain………

Crowther moved off and away…..his job for now was over…….

‘If you can follow me please, they are waiting for you upstairs’ said Yates
She turned on her heels…….
Her movement noted by Bossetti……..she liked the shape of that tight looking backside……
She had the urge to reach out and squeeze it……….
Toccari seemed not to notice the alluring sight but followed just the same………

They made their way through the ground floor…….
One or two personnel taking an interest in the foreign looking uniforms and the females who wore them…….

Until finally they came to another set of lifts…….
Yates pushed a black button set inside a metal panel…….

‘Hope you both had a comfortable night…..after your travels and all’ she enquired……friendly enough

Bossetti marvelled inside at the irony on what the English woman had just said……..

The real Italian women had had no time to rest…….their feet had literally just touched the ground when they had been rendered unconscious and then swiftly stripped naked……
And then humiliatingly carted off like sides of beef……..
And know………
Some other unknown and very sinister women were now wearing and helping themselves to all their clothes and possessions that they had brought with them………
They were well awake by now………..somewhere……….and were certainty not resting up……..
At least it confirmed that this English woman still had no idea that she was speaking to the wrong women……….
She was either a great actress or she had no idea of the subterfuge taking place right before her eyes……….

In her fake accented English she pleasantly replied……..

‘Yes thank you…….the hotel is really lovely……..I had a very good night’s sleep’

And the fake Bossetti had not been lying either………
After impromptu uniform fittings………..and unpacking and storing her ill gotten feminine gains………
She eventually eased herself onto and into the soft bed………..and turned out the lights

She had slept soundly and with no shame……….tucked under those soft Egyptian cotton linen sheets just in a slinky short white satin night dress once belonging to the real Marianna Toccari………she had slept like a babe in clover……..

‘I have never stayed there…….it must be nice’ retorted Yates……..
‘Pop over anytime……..we would be charmed’ beamed Bossetti………her partner seemed a little eager in her offer………

The English woman seemed to pause………..
The false Taccari noted the verbal intercourse…..but the Englishwoman’s natural hesitation in replying appeared innocent enough……….she had appeared not to jump at the chance of seeing her partner in a social setting……….

She knew that her partner’s proposal was a not so innocent invitation……..she knew were this ‘Off the Cuff’ proposal was leading……….

Taccari knew that they had to be careful at this most early juncture in their mission………..
She stepped in quickly…….

‘But of course you are always welcome……..but I suspect that myself and the Captain will be thoroughly engrossed in the task in hand……..after all…..this is not a vacation…….’

The Englishwoman nodded her head………
‘Quite right and well said’

The lift pinged upon arrival……….Yates turned her attention to the lift doors that were due to open………

With Bossetti staring at the tight bun at the back of her head…….she could clearly see the small black fabric band and the two clips that kept her hair in place…..
She could smell the Policewoman’s perfume……..not sweet, strong though

The lift door opened…….

Bossetti gave her partner a savage look……….she had briefly narrowed her eyes in anger at the lost opportunity…….
She quickly regained her composure before the woman she was nefariously scrutinizing turned around………nobody else was near them……….

Bossetti was pleasantly surprised when the lift doors finally fully opened……..and on who exited through them……….

Two uniformed WPCs were giggling like school girls when the metal doors opened………
Giggling over something lude and rude no doubt………
They were dressed nearly identically as Yates……..except they were just in their crisp white uniform shirts…..with long sleeves…….
Ironed with crisp seams……….
Their hair was tight on their heads………screwed into harsh and neat buns………one was a golden blonde, the other a brunette…….

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Both very young……….pretty lean faces…….rounded fresh eyes with mascara and eye shadow……..
They wore those beat chequered cravats ………shoulder slides displayed their police numbers which glimmered in the artificial light……..
White shirts curved and bulging on their young and healthy chests……both were well endowed girls…….….
Trim tight black skirts bonded to hips and strong thighs……..plenty of sport for these two……..
Legs encased in black nylon tights………..
Chunky issue Oxford polished shoes upon their feet………..

Bossetti took this all in within seconds………

The junior constables finally noted Yates and her rank……..
They faces turned serious……they straightened up……….

Bossetti saw those uniform shirts become very taught on those plump young chests……..buttons becoming suddenly stressed on white fabric………..
In unison they both said ‘Ma’am’ and quickly exited the lift……….
DI Yates nodded in return……..
Both the young WPCs got away as quickly as possible………….

They all moved into the empty and brightly lit lift………….
Upon all being inside Yates pressed another black button…….

‘Soon be there ladies’
There was an awkward silence at the lift travelled up……..
Taccari broke the silence…..

‘A bit stuffy in this building’

Yates……..
‘Yes…….someone as turned up the thermostat’

Bossetti smiled back……….
‘It not that we are not used to the heat Inspector……we both come from a hot country…….’ Her voice rather low…..lower than it should be……….

Taccari knew what was coming next……….she cringed inside……..

‘It’s just that we are used to wearing less’………her eyes shined with an alluring glimmer……..her red lipstick smeared lips glistened…….her black stockinged knee bent in a provocative pose……..’Wearing less would be good for you too….no’

The real Clio Bossetti would have been horrified at such inappropriate behaviour……..gay behaviour at that……..and the real Clio was certainly straight………..she liked men

DI Nicolas Yates……..took stock of this rather odd verbal interlude and the way it was posed……..was it a statement or another proposition……..
She was no wall flower………she would never have made DI otherwise and she knew the wicked and cruel ways of the world they all lived in……….
She briefly thought that this female Italian Captain was coming onto her………..
She took no alarm at it………if that was the case………she had no sexual arousal when it came to other women……..
Really she thought……….did she really say that………

And then her sense of British fair play kicked in……….that must be it……..she had misunderstood that’s all……..
Yates put the strangeness of the question down to the two women being foreigners…….and the vast difference in their respective cultures………….

That was it………it must be……….no one would ‘Come On’ to her in a lift………prior to an important interview………
With another woman present……….
Not even men had tried that……….

Yates simply replied ‘Quite’……
And concluded with ‘Yes……..we all wear too much outside in winter……..and once inside we all become insufferably hot…….plays havoc with the flu virus’

And as an afterthought…………and remembering what the Lieutenant had said………..

‘After the meeting I will show you both to your office……..at least there is a window you can open and cool off a little’
Taccari chipped in quickly……..
‘Thank you Inspector…..you are most kind’

The lift ‘Pinged’ once more

The doors opened and Yates led the way……….
Bossetti kept sneaking glances at her pert posterior, fascinated at the way her buttocks jiggled under the tight uniform skirt………she was visualizing the invisible and tantalizing panties underneath………
The fixated Bossetti was just pondering the mystery of Yates knickers………..and had just decided that she must be wearing a very skimpy pair when a hard finger jabbed her hard in the back………..
She spun her head around……….
Taccari’s face was angry and was mouthing the words what must be ‘Cut it Out’……….she looked nasty
Bossetti shrugged her shoulders and kept following……..
Nicola Yates had been oblivious to the interplay between the two……..

They walked along a bright, modern and smart corridor……..there were office doors left and right….
They were heading for the door at the end of the corridor……..the door with a thick mahogany sign attached to it at face height declaring the grand title ‘Metropolitan Commissioner’

Yates knocked and entered……..
All three females walked inside……
But as of yet they were not in the commissioner’s personal office……..
This was obviously his reception area…………….where one waited to be called into the presence of such a time honoured and respected dignitary………
The wall festooned with royal crests, coats of arms and other well worm paraphernalia…….
Or that was the concept being conveyed to the visitor……….especially foreign visitors……..they were meant to be impressed by all the tradition as soon as they stepped through the door and onto the plush and thick red Persian made carpet……….
Having power, and retaining that control was such a fickle detail ……..

The fake Bossetti briefly thought back to her own regime and organization………Commissars, Chiefs of Police ,Party members of previous good standing and such like changed or disappeared as regularly as the weather………guilty or innocent of any transgression…….it did not matter……..
Their respective power and prestige had gone………
Power was a gift from the people……..and likewise the people could revoke that same power…….anytime
Or so she had been taught………and still actually believed in……………regardless of the realities of her chosen trade……..she was a believer

The reception room or office space was of a rather retro design and furnishing……..unlike the new and modern design of the rest of New Scotland Yard……..with all its new and trendy white concrete, chrome and aluminium……….and digital clocks everywhere……….

The ceiling, trimmed with trunking carved in roses had been painted white………no bright and cheap looking plastic fluorescent tubing there…………
The centre light fixture being an Edwardian styled lamp fixture of crystal glass………..

The reception room was of a dark mahogany hardwood, expertly panelled and hand chiselled with various Tudor or Elizabethan designs………….
Parts were made of expensive teak………the furniture mainly………..

And behind a large teak desk, placed on the right of another door was his receptionist…….or personal secretary……..her desk and high backed comfortable chair had been placed so that when a visitor entered her domain all she had to do was look up to identify who had just walked in……..

And this was precisely what the female currently sitting on the chair and behind her large desk actually did………

Helen Victoria Sale looked up, her expression for now neutral, as was to be expected………one never knew the importance of who walked through that door…………

Her narrow dark eyes peered through her black horn rimmed spectacles………her thin right hand fingers briefly touched the frame……..adjusting her glasses for a more precise view……….
Her thin eyelashes twitched on her forehead…………
She blinked three times…….revealing that she had applied earlier a blue/gray eye shadow to her lids……..
Her thin lipstick smeared lips pursed into a rounded ‘O’………..
Her left handed fingers……..coated in equally bright red nail varnish tapped the fountain pen she had been using………….

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Her small and suspicious looking eyes studied the new arrivals keenly………like a hawk that had just spotted a hare or rabbit enter its field of vision……….
She relaxed……..her pinched and made up face now looking stern and annoyed……….
She had recognised the English uniformed female……….although attractive, she was unimportant in the main scheme of things that affected Helen Sales life……….and future aspirations…….
She would now revert to her rather arrogant and rude self………
She put down her fountain pen………
She had been updating a large leather bound appointment book…………

Her thin eyelashes rose up on her high forehead as she studied those who had dared enter her inner sanctum………..her realm……….
Her forehead wrinkled in agitation on being disturbed…….even though this visit was not unexpected………the time and names had been written in the ledger below her, in her own hand……..

She was a mature woman just past forty years of age………..in fact she would be forty three this year………but to anyone who dared to ask she remained in stasis at thirty five………..
Her face was very thin and triangular, without the makeup her complexion would have been very pale………
Her rather large earlobes sported equally big pearl earrings…….glistening white orbs and looked real and therefore very expensive……..
Her light brown hair had been pasted to her skull……….the normally shoulder length hair had been tightly twisted into a neat and small bun……..…giving her thin face a taut and austere look………..her thin hair held in place by pins and a tortoiseshell butterfly clip at the back of her head…….
There was not a single hair out of place……….

As previously observed she had a naturally pale complexion……..almost white in fact…….although her skin appeared unblemished………almost alabaster smooth………
Somehow throughout her life her skin had never seemed to soak up any sun………even on those rare occasions she took a holiday in warmer climes………

Her makeup was liberal…….face powder and blusher……….mascara and a blue/gray eye shadow………her lips coated in an expensive red lip stick……….
But nothing cheap or excessive……..her choice and use in cosmetics liberal and never gauche or gaudy……..
Yet the makeup would never hide the natural effects of time………and Helen Sale had never been a looker when she had been younger……….
Her thin neck was rather too long…….her Adams apple very prominent at her throat
Helen Sale was what one would call plain……….feminine, yes and not without some charm……….but she was never a beauty……..
She was rather similar to the actress of the golden age in her later years……..Betty Davies…………
Men took very little interest in her…………and at times Helen Sale did not mind that at all……..
She was a very insular person……….and a long time ago had developed other tastes………

Helen Sale reached over to the green glass shaded lamp in its bronze stand and switched off the light……
And then with both hands clasped in front of her resting on the green blotting pad below she confidently and sternly looked up at the arriving appointees………
After all…….this was her realm………her place………she felt very safe and secure here………
Deep with Scotland Yard………..

DI Nicola Yates moved forward and towards the desk………..
Followed by two more uniformed women………
Her black nylon legs swishing as she walked over……….was that the rustle of an invisible slip under that tight uniform skirt…………thought Helen……….
She tried to not get distracted or stare too much……..
The fall of the Policewoman’s heels on the thick red carpet was muted………..likewise the other two following behind………

Sale looked on as they approached her desk, she made no attempt to stand and greet them all……………..
She just sat back on her high backed leather chair………assuming the pose and attitude of one in charge……….
She did not smile……….
But her eyes took in the two women standing behind Yates………their uniforms although equally tight where different from the English woman………
Wow………she thought………indeed, they were both very pleasing to the eye………….
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She looked away concentrating on Yates………she was rather a dish and Helen Sale, the forever spinster had had many a fantasy at night on what she wore and looked like under that uniform……..but those other two were far more superior and desirable for her secret tastes…………..she noted the large bosom under that uniform tunic on the older auburn headed one……..
Helen felt her heartbeat begin to race………..
The woman she was staring at behind Yates caught her eye………
Helen, caught like a school girl quickly turned to Yates……………..
‘Yes’ she enquired………her accent clipped and classically English………..

Yates spoke with confidence…….as she would
‘The Commissioner and Superintendent Sanders are inspecting us Ms Sale’………Nicola knew that Sale did not like being referred to as Miss……..she concluded that there was no point in antagonizing the contrary bitch………..not today at least……….

Sale just arrogantly looked at her, taking her time in replying……..her hands and fingers connected as they lay on her desk………her throne
She leaned forward………the chair creaked in protest
What came across to others as arrogance and delay was in fact Helen’s deviantley motivated purpose of keeping any women that sexually aroused her close to her proximity………
The outwardly respectable and conservative Helen Sale liked to look at other women’s bodies……….
All the time she was talking she was also sneaking glances at Nicola Yates’s trim figure………her legs sheathed in thin black nylon…….…her thin waist and wide hips in that tight uniform skirt……...
Her spinal cord experienced a shot of excitement………she shuddered slightly
Yates, with that annoyingly and envious pretty face with those lips she desperately wished…… but never could……..wanted to deeply and passionately smother with her own……….

Her thin fingers sported a gold ring……….but it was not a wedding band……….
Helen Sale was the eternal spinster……..
Her thin fingers were tapered with deep red varnished nails………
She flexed her thin fingers to conceal the tingling within them caused by intense sexual arousal………….

She was wearing a long sleeved ivory coloured satin chiffon blouse………….with a natty wing collar………
A real pearl necklace adorned her neck and chest……..matching those pearls set in her ear lobes………
With the blouse being semi transparent……..certain underwear choices were partially on view……
For instance………
Helen Sales halter of the full slip she had chosen to wear that day was opaquely visible………the vague outline of clam trimmed cups………sturdy straps visible over her shoulders…….
The conservative and professional blouse with the very feminine slip underneath came across as tremendously feminine……
What she lacked in looks she made up in what she wore…………
The blouse was rather flat at the front………unlike that big breasted foreign creature she had just caught an envious glimpse at………
Helen’s blouse had hardly risen and thrust outwards at all……..it was rather loose on her chest………her blouse buttons were never stressed when she reached up and over……..
She was not flat chested though………

Helen Sale had not been blessed with naturally large breasts………she was in fact a small B in cup size, much to her chagrin……….and judging by the lack of impact on the blouse she was wearing her naked mounds of flesh would only fill a small hand……….
Hands that had been rare in touching her there………..or anywhere else as a matter of fact
For a long time it had been only her own searching hands that had explored and semi satisfied her erotic zones………and appetites……..and fantasies
She was one discontented, pent up and deprived lady……………

Sale consulted her large ledger like appointment book……even though she already knew who was expected……
It was a game she played with those she thought were less important in life…………after all, she encountered many a significant person in her time……..and these three were not those
This was her domain……….her fiefdom
In this room she was all woman………the woman

She stayed on course, her sexual secrets and desires hidden with a well practiced coldness and indifference…….her voice never wavering with the distraction………
Her red varnished fingernail slid along a column of neatly written names………
Her finger finally paused…….
She looked up…………
She again spied those big tits behind Yates……..…she could not help herself

‘Detective Inspector Yates…….Captain Bossetti……..and Lieutenant Taccari’……..
She looked up expectantly……..the light reflecting from the lenses of her eye glasses……

‘That is correct’ stated Yates flatly……….

‘Please take a seat……the commissioner will not keep you long’

The big breasted auburn headed woman in the strange uniform was smiling……she had a great smile thought Helen………thick thighs too……..
In heavily accentuated English the woman declared
‘Si……Captain Bossetti at your service’