THE CUBICLE
The bound and cleave gagged woman was fidgeting………her pert bottom sliding on and over the bench……..her overly extended arms now ached, being forcibly hung above her head……….she twisted her trapped wrists entangled tightly within the ruined tan stocking…..
Her hands were going nowhere……..the binding was too tight
She wriggled her bottom again……..her gagged mouth and chin turning left and tight…….
Twisting her body in just her bra and briefs……….
Her now naked knees moved……..as much as possible
Zoya thought she had nice knees……….unblemished
And like her sore wrists………her naked ankles were also securely tied to the bench legs……they too were going nowhere….……..her feet rested on her red painted toes……..
At times her waist pivoted from left to right……..her groin and loins looking cute in her skimpy, shiny and lace bikini panties……
She remained silent…….aware of the thick nylon jammed in her mouth…….
Her gagged face looking up at her thief and tormenter……..
The woman was looking up to her right……..the prominent black nylon gag cleaving through her mouth……obscuring and distorting her once pretty face…….…with her small and petite nose………
The nylons knotted savagely at the back of her small head……..
Her dark eyes now full of hate………narrowed……..full of anger……..
After the shock and confusion of being manhandled and forcibly stripped her fear had been replaced by a sense of outrage……….
She looked really pissed………
The woman saw in the corner of her vision the bare shoulder with the detached bra strap……..
But she was more focused on the cheeky bitch now wearing her dress………
The woman looked on as the ‘Cono’ stood in front of the large full view mirror……..looking at herself in her own fucking orange dress……..
The ‘Cabrona’ was brushing her hair………..it looked like she was enjoying herself………there was a hint of a smile on that face……..
The bitch brushed her dark hair……...with sweeping movements……..straightening out her once tightly compressed hair……….
The bound woman had seen her remove her glasses and then place them in the brown leather shoulder bag that she had brought with her……..
The ‘bastarda’ had worn a wig……..it too was now in the shoulder bag, together with the flesh coloured wig cap………
The ‘Perra’ was a naturally black haired woman……..she had disguised herself………
Why?
The gagged woman had no idea why this ‘Puta’ needed to disguise herself………and she did not really want to know………
The ‘Pinchazo’s’ hair was longer now…….near her shoulders, but not over them……..
From the back the bound woman could see the bitch in her own dress………the zipper line running down the back……..her thin black waist belt……..cinched around the ‘Perra’s’ waist…….a lot like her own……….
The fucker was wearing her clothes……….was this a bad dream!!!!!.............if so, when would she wake up
In impotent frustration the woman bit into the gag that silenced her…………….it was her dress, her clothes that this ‘Vaca’ was stealing……..
What made it worse was that her clothes fitted the bitch so well…….too well in fact
The dress hung in all the right places in the right way……….
As she watched, sitting………in enforced silence……. the tied woman even noted that the bitch had bigger tits than her……but her larger bosom made no difference on the halter of the dress……..
Her dress looked as if it was made to measure on this ‘Cabrona’……
The tied up woman also noted those legs…….now encased in her own taupe shaded tights……
Her eyes shined in hate………..she blinked a lot too
They were hers……..personal……….and very private
Those same tights had just been around her own crotch, under her private parts……….’Privada’……..’Sacrilegio’
They were hers……….and hers only…………
Her nice heeled shoes on that ‘Cerda’s’ feet………she hoped that they would cripple her……but she had doubted they would………
Like all her clothes, they seemed to perfectly fit her………..
Apart from her bra……..’Gracias a Dios’……..all her clothes seemed to fit the bitch like they did on her……….
But they had only been intended for her use……...only her
Even more galling if one could imagine that………
Was that even her satin half slip was now on those fucking hips and over those strange thighs……….hidden underneath the light fabric of the dress……..
The gagged woman could hear the swish of nylon on satin as that ‘Puta’ moved around……….it was a natural sound that she had similarly created only a short time before……..
The ‘Bastarda’ was even wearing her lacy trimmed slip……..
‘Urggh’………she could not help herself…….her face was now quite crimson with pent up rage…….
The bitch wearing her clothes stopped brushing her hair………and turned to face the gagged and helpless woman………shamelessly reduced to just being in her underwear………….a stranger wearing the rest……..
A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
TAGGART AND MAZE
Maze was closest when the alert came in………
She felt quite hot by now……..with all this searching……..driving around in a heavily populated district……
She flicked back her straight dark hair that was getting in her eyes……..
She listened………and confirmed on what was being said…….
She replied and confirmed the message……..
‘Fox One, this is Two’ she called
‘Go ahead One’ was the distant, electronically tinged response…….
‘Taggart……..I am near there……’Harding & Howell’…….I can be there in five Over’
‘Roger….be there in ten Over’
‘Copy’ bellowed Maze ‘and Out’
She gunned the Capri………and shot out into the other lane…….sounding her horn continuously
People and traffic got out of her way…..
Some shouted in anger……..
She ignored it all………
She needed to get there quick……..’Harding & Howell’………the famous department store……..lots of people there…..
Lots of well heeled people there……
Lots of well dressed woman………
And if Zoya was being true to form……..true to inner self……. she would be there alright……..
Why didn’t she think of that before……….
Still……...but insight after the fact was a different thing………
Maze hoped she would not be late…….to have missed her in the act
She said to no one but herself………
‘Going to get you bitch…….whatever and whoever you look like’
The Capri sped along a busy street……..only braking to avoid a collision…….
Maze was closest when the alert came in………
She felt quite hot by now……..with all this searching……..driving around in a heavily populated district……
She flicked back her straight dark hair that was getting in her eyes……..
She listened………and confirmed on what was being said…….
She replied and confirmed the message……..
‘Fox One, this is Two’ she called
‘Go ahead One’ was the distant, electronically tinged response…….
‘Taggart……..I am near there……’Harding & Howell’…….I can be there in five Over’
‘Roger….be there in ten Over’
‘Copy’ bellowed Maze ‘and Out’
She gunned the Capri………and shot out into the other lane…….sounding her horn continuously
People and traffic got out of her way…..
Some shouted in anger……..
She ignored it all………
She needed to get there quick……..’Harding & Howell’………the famous department store……..lots of people there…..
Lots of well heeled people there……
Lots of well dressed woman………
And if Zoya was being true to form……..true to inner self……. she would be there alright……..
Why didn’t she think of that before……….
Still……...but insight after the fact was a different thing………
Maze hoped she would not be late…….to have missed her in the act
She said to no one but herself………
‘Going to get you bitch…….whatever and whoever you look like’
The Capri sped along a busy street……..only braking to avoid a collision…….
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
THE CUBICLE
The gagged and stripped woman was still watching the desecration of her private and personal possessions……..
She had suffered the indignity of being stripped like someone’s toy doll……….
She had watched as the ‘La Verga’ went through her small shoulder back…....with its gold chain…….
She saw her purse being extracted……..the bitch opening the soft Italian leather and going through its contents…….
The purse contained all her high denomination notes and her various credit cards…….her purse too was transferred into the larger brown leather shoulder bag……..……
Zoya now had money………once again, replacing her own stolen purse, which itself had been stolen from another…..……..
The purse on perusal had contained quite a lot of ready cash…..…….
Zoya was solvent…….
She had also noted a plastic coated form of identification……..it looked quite official…….a laminated photograph of the smiling woman……..overlaid with a government seal……..complete with her name
She studied the plastic card…….
She compared the smiling photograph of the now gagged and very annoyed looking woman sitting below her……….
She loved that helpless gagged look……….the look in her eyes
And then she ignored the tied woman…….
The ID looked diplomatic……….she took it and placed it in the shoulder bag
Then there was a passport………Chilean……..the woman was not Spanish then, that explained the difference in the Spanish accent she had detected…..……..she was Latin American………..not European……..
She likewise placed the passport into Stephenson’s shoulder bag……
They would both come in handy………
Maybe Paddy and his people would have a use for them………
Zoya was now fully dressed in the woman’s clothes…….minus her underwear…….
The said woman was looking up at her………hateful, but expectant……..
Her mouth was full and securely gagged……….but her eyes kind of said ‘What Next’……..
Her arms suspended above her head………legs spread wide……….
She had been tightly tied up with ladies stockings…….
Zoya was taking a final look……..
The woman was very tempting……….but Zoya knew she had to leave……..
The changing room attendant would no doubt return very soon……….she had been lucky so far……..but luck only ran so far………
She had been surprised that the uniformed young woman had not returned already……..
And Zoya had no wish to tie her up………
She needed to be gone…………
She had gained her new look, her new persona…….
But first………..
She leaned over towards the woman…………whose head went back to avoid Zoya
Zoya’s hand reached for the loose left hand bra strap………..
She noted that it had not snapped………but had become loose in the struggle………the orange strap had slipped from its adjustment slider……
It would be easy to fix……..and Zoya proceeded to do so……
As Zoya’s hands touched the woman’s bare shoulder she flinched………it was a reaction of fright……..an unwanted touch
“MMMmmmnnn”……..was the muted protest
‘Now…….now……...pretty lady’ soothed Zoya in a mocking tone………
The woman wriggled her chest……..her eyes hateful but also alarmed………..
“MMMmmmnnn”……..again, her gagged protest was ignored……….
The woman’s eyes widened when she had heard the next words………
‘Solo quiero arreglar tu sosten carino’……..the bitch was soothing her……..like she was an upset teenager……
But she had been totally surprised to have been told in her own language…….perfecto in fact………
‘I only want to fix your bra Sweetie’
The gagged woman was completely shocked………totally astounded …….
But her shock soon dissipated when she felt the fingers of a stranger touching her around her left breast……..in a place where normally only her fingers should be……
“MMMmmmnnn”
‘Urggh’
Zoya eased the strap back through its slider………
Feeling the warm skin of the woman……..the softness of the orange satin material……
‘Urggh’……..the woman obviously did not like being touched
‘Ahi…. ahi…… querida’ she whispered………or ‘There…..there Dear’
Zoya reconnected the strap to the cup, she pulled lightly taking up some slack……..with a finger she looped the satin strap back over the woman’s shoulder………..with an elastic snap it was back in place…….
Zoya then proceeded to handle the woman’s breast…….pretending that she was attempting to make sure that the woman’s breast sat correctly within its cup……..
The woman recoiled in disgust and outrage………trying to move her chest away from the strangers pawing fingers…………but as she had been tied up with nylons, struggling to get away was rather a futile and pointless endeavour……………
'NNrrgghhhhhhh'
“MMMmmmnnn”
‘Me gusta nyudar u una chica’ ……..or ‘I like to help a girl out’……….increased the woman’s pointless struggles and muted moans of protest……….she was being mocked now…….
After seeing another woman in her clothes it was too much……..
Her fiery Latin roots kicked in………
MMMFFFHHH....!!
Zoya’s hands lifted her breast and ran a finger under the wire supported cup………
Zoya noted that the woman felt rather sweaty under there………
The bra cup slapped back in place…….
As Zoya pretended to straighten the clam shell trim she tittered……….
‘Me gusto tu vestido…….recuerdas’…………..’I did like your dress remember’
The woman twisted………….her eyes on fire
MMMFFFHHH....!!
The gagged and stripped woman was still watching the desecration of her private and personal possessions……..
She had suffered the indignity of being stripped like someone’s toy doll……….
She had watched as the ‘La Verga’ went through her small shoulder back…....with its gold chain…….
She saw her purse being extracted……..the bitch opening the soft Italian leather and going through its contents…….
The purse contained all her high denomination notes and her various credit cards…….her purse too was transferred into the larger brown leather shoulder bag……..……
Zoya now had money………once again, replacing her own stolen purse, which itself had been stolen from another…..……..
The purse on perusal had contained quite a lot of ready cash…..…….
Zoya was solvent…….
She had also noted a plastic coated form of identification……..it looked quite official…….a laminated photograph of the smiling woman……..overlaid with a government seal……..complete with her name
She studied the plastic card…….
She compared the smiling photograph of the now gagged and very annoyed looking woman sitting below her……….
She loved that helpless gagged look……….the look in her eyes
And then she ignored the tied woman…….
The ID looked diplomatic……….she took it and placed it in the shoulder bag
Then there was a passport………Chilean……..the woman was not Spanish then, that explained the difference in the Spanish accent she had detected…..……..she was Latin American………..not European……..
She likewise placed the passport into Stephenson’s shoulder bag……
They would both come in handy………
Maybe Paddy and his people would have a use for them………
Zoya was now fully dressed in the woman’s clothes…….minus her underwear…….
The said woman was looking up at her………hateful, but expectant……..
Her mouth was full and securely gagged……….but her eyes kind of said ‘What Next’……..
Her arms suspended above her head………legs spread wide……….
She had been tightly tied up with ladies stockings…….
Zoya was taking a final look……..
The woman was very tempting……….but Zoya knew she had to leave……..
The changing room attendant would no doubt return very soon……….she had been lucky so far……..but luck only ran so far………
She had been surprised that the uniformed young woman had not returned already……..
And Zoya had no wish to tie her up………
She needed to be gone…………
She had gained her new look, her new persona…….
But first………..
She leaned over towards the woman…………whose head went back to avoid Zoya
Zoya’s hand reached for the loose left hand bra strap………..
She noted that it had not snapped………but had become loose in the struggle………the orange strap had slipped from its adjustment slider……
It would be easy to fix……..and Zoya proceeded to do so……
As Zoya’s hands touched the woman’s bare shoulder she flinched………it was a reaction of fright……..an unwanted touch
“MMMmmmnnn”……..was the muted protest
‘Now…….now……...pretty lady’ soothed Zoya in a mocking tone………
The woman wriggled her chest……..her eyes hateful but also alarmed………..
“MMMmmmnnn”……..again, her gagged protest was ignored……….
The woman’s eyes widened when she had heard the next words………
‘Solo quiero arreglar tu sosten carino’……..the bitch was soothing her……..like she was an upset teenager……
But she had been totally surprised to have been told in her own language…….perfecto in fact………
‘I only want to fix your bra Sweetie’
The gagged woman was completely shocked………totally astounded …….
But her shock soon dissipated when she felt the fingers of a stranger touching her around her left breast……..in a place where normally only her fingers should be……
“MMMmmmnnn”
‘Urggh’
Zoya eased the strap back through its slider………
Feeling the warm skin of the woman……..the softness of the orange satin material……
‘Urggh’……..the woman obviously did not like being touched
‘Ahi…. ahi…… querida’ she whispered………or ‘There…..there Dear’
Zoya reconnected the strap to the cup, she pulled lightly taking up some slack……..with a finger she looped the satin strap back over the woman’s shoulder………..with an elastic snap it was back in place…….
Zoya then proceeded to handle the woman’s breast…….pretending that she was attempting to make sure that the woman’s breast sat correctly within its cup……..
The woman recoiled in disgust and outrage………trying to move her chest away from the strangers pawing fingers…………but as she had been tied up with nylons, struggling to get away was rather a futile and pointless endeavour……………
'NNrrgghhhhhhh'
“MMMmmmnnn”
‘Me gusta nyudar u una chica’ ……..or ‘I like to help a girl out’……….increased the woman’s pointless struggles and muted moans of protest……….she was being mocked now…….
After seeing another woman in her clothes it was too much……..
Her fiery Latin roots kicked in………
MMMFFFHHH....!!
Zoya’s hands lifted her breast and ran a finger under the wire supported cup………
Zoya noted that the woman felt rather sweaty under there………
The bra cup slapped back in place…….
As Zoya pretended to straighten the clam shell trim she tittered……….
‘Me gusto tu vestido…….recuerdas’…………..’I did like your dress remember’
The woman twisted………….her eyes on fire
MMMFFFHHH....!!
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Zoya saw those rings again…………very expensive looking, the engagement rings stone looked like it was worth a lot………...a lot indeed…….….the gold wedding band was thick………..its gold rich buttery looking…….…it looked old too………very old
They were worth a pretty penny or two……….
‘Bonitas bragas tambien’ she sniggered, looking down at the woman’s almost naked groin…….and her thick spread thighs………
‘Tienes suerte de poder mantenerlas’………….she slid a finger along the woman’s naked upper leg…….
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
‘Or tal vez no’…….Zoya beamed
The woman was shaking her gagged head……..
What had been said roughly translated as
‘Nice panties too’
‘You’re lucky you get to keep them’
‘Maybe not’
Hence the subsequent frantic struggling and gagged protests………..
But Zoya wanted those rings……….and she needed a more suitable and effective distraction rather than her cruel and humiliating taunts…….
The anguished woman in her bra and knickers watched as the bitch started looking for something……..other than was on herself……..which made a change
The female in her dress was bending over……..the woman’s once owned and rather natty dress became tighter on the impostor…..……..the dress clinging to the woman’s bottom…….more so than it had done on her……..
The dress rose higher as the bitch bent over lower and deeper……..
The gagged and tied woman saw the lace trim of her own slip around strange legs……… unfamiliar legs within her own tights…………lower still on those legs the bastard bitch was wearing her strapped and open toed, very nice, petite and very chic high heeled shoes……
It was fucking surreal……..
Then the mad bitch was up again and facing her…….
The fucker was smirking……..her eyes full of ill intent………
The confused and tormented gagged woman just looked up……..expectant……
The ‘Bastarda’ had something in her hands……..
Something soft and brown………
The pig was looking down at her and smiling like a wolf in a cartoon…….all that was missing was the animated drool……….
The mad fucker in her dress was putting her hands into the soft nylon……….then making it wider……....
The nylon changing the colour of her hands into that of a light tan……….
The bound woman finally realized that the sow was holding up a tan stocking………..her hands inside were stretching the nylon material…….stretching it far too wide for any use on a leg…………
The stocking would be ruined………it would and could not ever again sheath a leg ……….so if not a woman’s leg……….what did this mad fucker intend to do with it………
The gagged and tied woman at first thought she may be strangled with it…….
Her eyes widened………
No……..
It cannot be she thought………..not like this
She pulled on her wrists, trapped above her head………
“MMMH’
‘UUrrghhhh’
'MMPH PHRMPH'
But the bitch held the outstretched stocking too high……...and not near her neck……..
The bastard in her clothes came a little closer……….the tied woman could smell the sweetness of her perfume……….
She was holding the gossamer stocking wide between both her outstretched hands…….
The gagged woman tried to go back……….but she could not…….
Her head banged against the cubicle wall………
She tugged at her tied wrists held by the brass hook overhead……..
She suddenly realised the malicious intent of the bitch………she knew what she intended to do with the stocking
“MMMmmmnnn”
'mh'
The gagged and helpless woman pulled her wrists down sharply………..her tits within the bra wobbled, but her hands stayed in place above her head……..
The woman with the stocking whispered
‘Es hora de hacerte sentir un poco mas comodo Senora’………or ‘time to make you a little more comfortable Madam’
The bound woman tried to move her head as she felt the nylon being forced over the top of her head……..
All she managed was a very loud scream……….
Her muffled screams kept coming………
“MMMH’
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
‘UUrrghhhh’
They were worth a pretty penny or two……….
‘Bonitas bragas tambien’ she sniggered, looking down at the woman’s almost naked groin…….and her thick spread thighs………
‘Tienes suerte de poder mantenerlas’………….she slid a finger along the woman’s naked upper leg…….
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
‘Or tal vez no’…….Zoya beamed
The woman was shaking her gagged head……..
What had been said roughly translated as
‘Nice panties too’
‘You’re lucky you get to keep them’
‘Maybe not’
Hence the subsequent frantic struggling and gagged protests………..
But Zoya wanted those rings……….and she needed a more suitable and effective distraction rather than her cruel and humiliating taunts…….
The anguished woman in her bra and knickers watched as the bitch started looking for something……..other than was on herself……..which made a change
The female in her dress was bending over……..the woman’s once owned and rather natty dress became tighter on the impostor…..……..the dress clinging to the woman’s bottom…….more so than it had done on her……..
The dress rose higher as the bitch bent over lower and deeper……..
The gagged and tied woman saw the lace trim of her own slip around strange legs……… unfamiliar legs within her own tights…………lower still on those legs the bastard bitch was wearing her strapped and open toed, very nice, petite and very chic high heeled shoes……
It was fucking surreal……..
Then the mad bitch was up again and facing her…….
The fucker was smirking……..her eyes full of ill intent………
The confused and tormented gagged woman just looked up……..expectant……
The ‘Bastarda’ had something in her hands……..
Something soft and brown………
The pig was looking down at her and smiling like a wolf in a cartoon…….all that was missing was the animated drool……….
The mad fucker in her dress was putting her hands into the soft nylon……….then making it wider……....
The nylon changing the colour of her hands into that of a light tan……….
The bound woman finally realized that the sow was holding up a tan stocking………..her hands inside were stretching the nylon material…….stretching it far too wide for any use on a leg…………
The stocking would be ruined………it would and could not ever again sheath a leg ……….so if not a woman’s leg……….what did this mad fucker intend to do with it………
The gagged and tied woman at first thought she may be strangled with it…….
Her eyes widened………
No……..
It cannot be she thought………..not like this
She pulled on her wrists, trapped above her head………
“MMMH’
‘UUrrghhhh’
'MMPH PHRMPH'
But the bitch held the outstretched stocking too high……...and not near her neck……..
The bastard in her clothes came a little closer……….the tied woman could smell the sweetness of her perfume……….
She was holding the gossamer stocking wide between both her outstretched hands…….
The gagged woman tried to go back……….but she could not…….
Her head banged against the cubicle wall………
She tugged at her tied wrists held by the brass hook overhead……..
She suddenly realised the malicious intent of the bitch………she knew what she intended to do with the stocking
“MMMmmmnnn”
'mh'
The gagged and helpless woman pulled her wrists down sharply………..her tits within the bra wobbled, but her hands stayed in place above her head……..
The woman with the stocking whispered
‘Es hora de hacerte sentir un poco mas comodo Senora’………or ‘time to make you a little more comfortable Madam’
The bound woman tried to move her head as she felt the nylon being forced over the top of her head……..
All she managed was a very loud scream……….
Her muffled screams kept coming………
“MMMH’
'MMPHHHHH, MGHMMM!!
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
‘UUrrghhhh’
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
MAZE & TAGGART
Maze was stuck in traffic again……..she had just finished banging on the steering wheel for the umpteenth time…….
She was getting nowhere………the traffic was too gridlocked
‘For fucks sake’ she hollered………
The sky was getting brighter but that was all…………
‘Fox One….this Two’
Almost instantaneously there was a reply………
‘Send over’
‘I’m stuck….again’
‘So am I’
Maze looked around………
On the opposite side of the road was a bus stop……….she would have to chance oncoming traffic……..
She made a decision……..she slammed the gear shift into first and stamped on the accelerator……
With her rear tyres smoking she careened over to the other side of the road…….
She shot into the empty bus stop parking area……..
A few waiting people stepped or jumped back…….
Their startled actions being replaced by angry looks or shouts…………
Maze ignored them from behind the wheel……..
‘Fox One……….I’m ditching the car………...it would be quicker to run’
‘Copy……..I was thinking the same thing……….it’s fucking ridiculous’ exclaimed Taggart
Maze quickly got out of the car……..her hair free and blowing in the wind……..
‘Oi’ shouted an irate traffic warden…….
She looked at him……….
‘You can’t park there’ he hollered……….making towards her with his pen and ticket book……
‘Yes I fucking can’ she shouted at him…….
He stopped in his tracks……...mouth open, he saw the look on her face………
He hesitated ……….then he finally stopped what he was doing………
He had seen the leather bound warrant card thrust into his face……….
Maze ordered him ‘Sort things out here……….the keys are in the ignition…….…make sure no steals it…….or you’ll pay for it’
She did not wait for a reply……..
Without waiting Maze began to run……….
In her tight jeans and leather jacket it was not easy………..but she was a runner…….her legs went wide in her sprint……..
With her arms pumping and dodging around startled pedestrians she was running fast towards ‘Harding & Howell’
She was making faster time than if she had still been in the Capri………
Maze was stuck in traffic again……..she had just finished banging on the steering wheel for the umpteenth time…….
She was getting nowhere………the traffic was too gridlocked
‘For fucks sake’ she hollered………
The sky was getting brighter but that was all…………
‘Fox One….this Two’
Almost instantaneously there was a reply………
‘Send over’
‘I’m stuck….again’
‘So am I’
Maze looked around………
On the opposite side of the road was a bus stop……….she would have to chance oncoming traffic……..
She made a decision……..she slammed the gear shift into first and stamped on the accelerator……
With her rear tyres smoking she careened over to the other side of the road…….
She shot into the empty bus stop parking area……..
A few waiting people stepped or jumped back…….
Their startled actions being replaced by angry looks or shouts…………
Maze ignored them from behind the wheel……..
‘Fox One……….I’m ditching the car………...it would be quicker to run’
‘Copy……..I was thinking the same thing……….it’s fucking ridiculous’ exclaimed Taggart
Maze quickly got out of the car……..her hair free and blowing in the wind……..
‘Oi’ shouted an irate traffic warden…….
She looked at him……….
‘You can’t park there’ he hollered……….making towards her with his pen and ticket book……
‘Yes I fucking can’ she shouted at him…….
He stopped in his tracks……...mouth open, he saw the look on her face………
He hesitated ……….then he finally stopped what he was doing………
He had seen the leather bound warrant card thrust into his face……….
Maze ordered him ‘Sort things out here……….the keys are in the ignition…….…make sure no steals it…….or you’ll pay for it’
She did not wait for a reply……..
Without waiting Maze began to run……….
In her tight jeans and leather jacket it was not easy………..but she was a runner…….her legs went wide in her sprint……..
With her arms pumping and dodging around startled pedestrians she was running fast towards ‘Harding & Howell’
She was making faster time than if she had still been in the Capri………
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
THE EXIT
Zoya was in the changing room……….outside of the cubicle
She was looking at her reflection within a full length mirror fixed to the wall near the exit of dressing room……..
The pretty attendant had not yet returned……...but she would soon………she must
Zoya had to be quick and leave…….
Zoya took in her new look…….her new disguise………..and what she saw she liked
She looked completely different from what she looked like before……..
Gone was the heavily made up bun styled hair piece, with its loose trendy side strands that had mirrored the style of the replaced teacher……….so too the horn rimmed glasses….
The conservative and professional business suit…….abandoned on the cubicle’s floor……..upturned low heeled shoes left for others to find later…….
Like a snake she had shed her outer skin………
Her hair now looked neat and brushed ……….
Her naturally black and fine hair was loosely mirrored to that style chosen by the woman she had just tied up……..
Her hair was shorter, less in volume……..but it looked nice, trendy and middle class…….
Around her neck was the thin gold chain…….the same one worn by the woman…….
On her fingers were the very expensive wedding band and engagement ring……..
Her earlobes sported the woman’s expensive gold earrings……….
Zoya left no detail to chance when assuming an identity………it was a habit that she had perfected over a long time………
She liked to really feel like the woman she was replacing…………
Outwardly at least in this case……..
So far so good…….
She was now a mature, married woman in a nice light orange dress…….with matching nylons and shoes…….
She looked at her reflection……….
The dress did look good on her…….in more ways better than on the original wearer…….
Zoya naturally filled out the halter………..she was bustier
More so than the gagged woman had been……..….her chest looked fuller, as she was bigger busted……..more curves were on display…….unlike when the ambushed woman had worn it………the dress now looked tight around her breasts…….
Lots of bounce there………the bra she had chosen from Miranda’s collection was not that sturdy and supportive…….it was not a hard cupped bra……..
The small and thin black belt synched her waist…….no change there, her waist was as thin as the gagged woman who just worn it…….
The dress then flowed loosely over her thighs…….its hemline ending just above her stockinged knees…….
There was no sign of the matching coloured half slip underneath………..
The slip was doing its job………
Her new dress glided over her thighs, groin and legs with ease………
The slips silky softness felt delicious and quite exquisite over her legs, bottom and groin…….……..a silky layer between two courser fabrics……..
Her legs now sheathed and layered in taupe tights looked and felt perfect………
The bound and stripped woman had also liked them over on her skin and nether regions……..
She angled her right foot…….
The thin gold strap over her upper foot………..the supported heel…………the thin shoe………..open at the toe………..very nice indeed…….
She straightened and sniffed…….
The clothes carried the previous odour of the woman who had just recently worn them………
The woman’s odour mixed in with that of the perfume she had stolen from Miranda……..
Over her shoulder was the teacher’s shoulder bag…….it still matched the new outfit she wore…….it was larger too than the one owned by the woman she had just robbed and gagged…….
Inside was the vital paperback book ‘The Heart of Darkness’ by Joseph Conrad……..within its pages were the code written by the hand of her beloved Zita………
She needed to get to the safe house and decipher the message………
That now was her priority……..
Also inside were the original contents taken from the teachers flat………plus the new woman’s purse, with all that lovely cash and credit cards……….plus her identification documents…………
Zoya had also stuffed inside the tan tights that she had once worn……….a girl never knew when she might need another pair……….especially in an emergency……..
She looked good………..and very different……….it was time to leave…….
She listened……….something had caught her attention…….
Her tilted to the right……….
The light instrumental music was still playing in the background……….
Only one cubicle curtain had been drawn…….the same one……..indicating that it was being used………which in fact it still was……….
It was being used to shield from view the gagged and bound lady, hidden behind its dark blue veil…….
But that thick velvet curtain it seemed was not enough……..
Zoya could hear something over the low volume music………
What may be the sound of a body bumping against a thin wall….…..someone clumsily knocking against chipboard………..or was it………...
She listened again…….
Was that a human sound………the sound of a person in distress…….
Maybe the odd moan………...was it moaning or grunting……..
High pitched……..not the sound a man would make………
It was a female making that noise……..
All from within one particular changing cubicle………
Zoya tutted to herself…….
That would not do at all…….
The first female on entering the changing room, wishing herself to squeeze into various outfits or skimpy tops would realize something was amiss straight away…….
Probably resulting in them sticking their cute little noses into something they had no business doing so in the first place……….
And raising the alarm before she had time to get out of the building……..
She had an idea…….but she had to leave
She strode out with all the confidence that she had earlier seen and carefully studied on the woman whose clothes she had stolen…….
She was hell of a mimic……
She had the swagger of the arse and hips down to a tee…….
Her enhanced breasts, buffeting within her bra gave her extra zest………
She oozed a mature, sexy female persona…….just like the original owner of the clothes had…….
She was now at the still empty changing room counter……..with its high desk, racks and hangers…….
She took a few steps behind………
She should not be there……...it was for staff only………the pretty little big busted and shapely assistant had been behind there earlier………
Zoya wondered if that was still her perfume lingering in the air……..or was it just her lustful imagination at play…….
Maybe……..or maybe not…….
Zoya had a very furtive imagination……..
Zoya found what she was looking for……...the volume controls switch…………
She turned the silver knob up……….but not by much
She listened……….that was better……..the music was louder……..just enough to hide those sounds that some future visitor may find disturbing…….
Or so Zoya hoped……..
With that done she strode out of the changing room…….her pace was quick, purposeful
There was still no one there when she reattached the red barrier to the silver stanchion……..
She had been lucky there……very lucky indeed…..
She flicked her head as she walked……..her hair shifting across her neck and eyes
She ran her hand over her fringe……..
She acted and looked like a normal woman……...
Zoya was in the changing room……….outside of the cubicle
She was looking at her reflection within a full length mirror fixed to the wall near the exit of dressing room……..
The pretty attendant had not yet returned……...but she would soon………she must
Zoya had to be quick and leave…….
Zoya took in her new look…….her new disguise………..and what she saw she liked
She looked completely different from what she looked like before……..
Gone was the heavily made up bun styled hair piece, with its loose trendy side strands that had mirrored the style of the replaced teacher……….so too the horn rimmed glasses….
The conservative and professional business suit…….abandoned on the cubicle’s floor……..upturned low heeled shoes left for others to find later…….
Like a snake she had shed her outer skin………
Her hair now looked neat and brushed ……….
Her naturally black and fine hair was loosely mirrored to that style chosen by the woman she had just tied up……..
Her hair was shorter, less in volume……..but it looked nice, trendy and middle class…….
Around her neck was the thin gold chain…….the same one worn by the woman…….
On her fingers were the very expensive wedding band and engagement ring……..
Her earlobes sported the woman’s expensive gold earrings……….
Zoya left no detail to chance when assuming an identity………it was a habit that she had perfected over a long time………
She liked to really feel like the woman she was replacing…………
Outwardly at least in this case……..
So far so good…….
She was now a mature, married woman in a nice light orange dress…….with matching nylons and shoes…….
She looked at her reflection……….
The dress did look good on her…….in more ways better than on the original wearer…….
Zoya naturally filled out the halter………..she was bustier
More so than the gagged woman had been……..….her chest looked fuller, as she was bigger busted……..more curves were on display…….unlike when the ambushed woman had worn it………the dress now looked tight around her breasts…….
Lots of bounce there………the bra she had chosen from Miranda’s collection was not that sturdy and supportive…….it was not a hard cupped bra……..
The small and thin black belt synched her waist…….no change there, her waist was as thin as the gagged woman who just worn it…….
The dress then flowed loosely over her thighs…….its hemline ending just above her stockinged knees…….
There was no sign of the matching coloured half slip underneath………..
The slip was doing its job………
Her new dress glided over her thighs, groin and legs with ease………
The slips silky softness felt delicious and quite exquisite over her legs, bottom and groin…….……..a silky layer between two courser fabrics……..
Her legs now sheathed and layered in taupe tights looked and felt perfect………
The bound and stripped woman had also liked them over on her skin and nether regions……..
She angled her right foot…….
The thin gold strap over her upper foot………..the supported heel…………the thin shoe………..open at the toe………..very nice indeed…….
She straightened and sniffed…….
The clothes carried the previous odour of the woman who had just recently worn them………
The woman’s odour mixed in with that of the perfume she had stolen from Miranda……..
Over her shoulder was the teacher’s shoulder bag…….it still matched the new outfit she wore…….it was larger too than the one owned by the woman she had just robbed and gagged…….
Inside was the vital paperback book ‘The Heart of Darkness’ by Joseph Conrad……..within its pages were the code written by the hand of her beloved Zita………
She needed to get to the safe house and decipher the message………
That now was her priority……..
Also inside were the original contents taken from the teachers flat………plus the new woman’s purse, with all that lovely cash and credit cards……….plus her identification documents…………
Zoya had also stuffed inside the tan tights that she had once worn……….a girl never knew when she might need another pair……….especially in an emergency……..
She looked good………..and very different……….it was time to leave…….
She listened……….something had caught her attention…….
Her tilted to the right……….
The light instrumental music was still playing in the background……….
Only one cubicle curtain had been drawn…….the same one……..indicating that it was being used………which in fact it still was……….
It was being used to shield from view the gagged and bound lady, hidden behind its dark blue veil…….
But that thick velvet curtain it seemed was not enough……..
Zoya could hear something over the low volume music………
What may be the sound of a body bumping against a thin wall….…..someone clumsily knocking against chipboard………..or was it………...
She listened again…….
Was that a human sound………the sound of a person in distress…….
Maybe the odd moan………...was it moaning or grunting……..
High pitched……..not the sound a man would make………
It was a female making that noise……..
All from within one particular changing cubicle………
Zoya tutted to herself…….
That would not do at all…….
The first female on entering the changing room, wishing herself to squeeze into various outfits or skimpy tops would realize something was amiss straight away…….
Probably resulting in them sticking their cute little noses into something they had no business doing so in the first place……….
And raising the alarm before she had time to get out of the building……..
She had an idea…….but she had to leave
She strode out with all the confidence that she had earlier seen and carefully studied on the woman whose clothes she had stolen…….
She was hell of a mimic……
She had the swagger of the arse and hips down to a tee…….
Her enhanced breasts, buffeting within her bra gave her extra zest………
She oozed a mature, sexy female persona…….just like the original owner of the clothes had…….
She was now at the still empty changing room counter……..with its high desk, racks and hangers…….
She took a few steps behind………
She should not be there……...it was for staff only………the pretty little big busted and shapely assistant had been behind there earlier………
Zoya wondered if that was still her perfume lingering in the air……..or was it just her lustful imagination at play…….
Maybe……..or maybe not…….
Zoya had a very furtive imagination……..
Zoya found what she was looking for……...the volume controls switch…………
She turned the silver knob up……….but not by much
She listened……….that was better……..the music was louder……..just enough to hide those sounds that some future visitor may find disturbing…….
Or so Zoya hoped……..
With that done she strode out of the changing room…….her pace was quick, purposeful
There was still no one there when she reattached the red barrier to the silver stanchion……..
She had been lucky there……very lucky indeed…..
She flicked her head as she walked……..her hair shifting across her neck and eyes
She ran her hand over her fringe……..
She acted and looked like a normal woman……...
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jaegerhunde01
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- Joined: Fri Dec 08, 2023 3:22 pm
Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
She felt good……..always a little sexy……..especially so in another woman’s choice in clothes…….
She looked calm…….like she was supposed to be there……..
Everything about her……the way she looked, the way she dressed was all conventional and natural……..
She looked well heeled…….
Her hips and backside swayed…….
The shoulder bags strap heavy on her shoulder……..
The stolen heels were good to walk in……
She walked past the round sofa………her legs dark and shapely in her new and recently stolen tights…….
She left the changing room behind her………
Her dress swishing around her thighs and legs………the slip underneath sliding over her tights……..
Her gait and swagger the same as the different woman who had confidently walked in earlier………
A few couples, some arm in arm, a few single women walked by the closed off fitting room…….
Totally unaware that deep within was a struggling bound and gagged woman……..twisting and tugging in just her underwear……..
Gagged, tied and robbed……..it would have made headline news
Zoya made it to the escalator and stepped onto the descending stairwell……….
Her left hand rested on the rubber rail, those purloined rings on display………..her heeled feet together……..
Her back straight………
She looked down at the ground floor as one naturally did…………
From there she saw the foyer and exit………
Nearly there……..and no one was screaming or ordering her to stop…….
Rising in the opposite direction was a man……accompanied by a blonde female………both probably in their mid thirties……..
The blonde woman was wearing a brown heavy long coat and what looked like a white wool dress……….her chest looked very tight within it, large rounded breasts, no nipple flash……..the dress was turtle necked……….figure hugging……..
As the big busted woman rose on the escalator she was looking in the opposite direction………
Zoya peeked at those big melons again…….
Zoya surmised that the blonde doll was wearing a hefty and sturdy bra under there to keep those puppies behaved………she must be a D at least………
Nevertheless………Zoya had won again………..
Zoya noted the sly and lusty look that the woman’s male companion had given her as they passed on the escalator……..
She pouted her lips……..a demure stare…….she looked him in the eye
It almost said ‘Fuck Me’………..she was always in a state of high arousal when in another woman’s clothes………
She was in better shape than the blonde………who……..although good enough in looks was turning to fat…….
Her stomach far too evident in the tight wool dress……..
Big panties too…….too big probably, up to and over her waist most likely to keep that gut in……….
Zoya was big busted and lithe……with a peachy arse…….
No competition there………
They all passed…………..strangers in the night
Zoya stepped off the escalator and made for the extravagant exit……………
She was nearly out of the building…….
Zoya saw the blonde sales assistant Karen still at her station near the entrance……
The good looking and married Karen……..
Another she would have liked to have fun with…………given the opportunity and time
Zoya smiled….....she looked so lovely……….…so harmless
She could not resist one final insult to the gullibility and innocence of others……..
The busty, wide hipped and dirty blonde assistant saw Zoya approaching………
But Zoya was not as she had appeared before……..would Karen be none the wiser……..
After all, Zoya was now a dark haired woman in a orange dress, with tights and heels…..
No glasses……….
Gone was the suit……….the intricate wig
Only the shoulder bag remained the same……..
Karen smiled as she approached………..with her fine figure and white teeth…….the Farah Fawcett lookalike…….
She expected the woman in the dress would say something…….
And she did………
‘Gracias Senorita’ and in stilted English that most Britons expected ‘You have a lovely establishment……….it was a pure joy to shop here’
Zoya had no purchases in her hands……..
Karen, being none the wiser that she was being mocked said in all earnestly
‘Thank you Madam……..We hope that you will shop with us again’
Zoya smiled…..
‘Oh…….I am sure I will……..you have a delightful selection of clothing……….so many choices and whom to choose from’
‘Thank you ‘said Karen ’we aim to please’
Karen, totally innocent and oblivious to what Zoya had done to another female, put the last turn of phrase down to the ladies misunderstanding of English
‘I struggled to make a selection Senorita……too many lovely ladies’
‘Yes…quite’ was Karen’s reply, she was confused now……….
Zoya raised her hand in departure……..
A little waggle of fingers………
‘Adios Carino’ she smiled……..which was ‘Goodbye Darling’…….and still amicably smiling and looking very innocuous she parted with………
‘Me veria bien con tu uniforme……………..tu payaso de grandes tetas’
This roughly translated to,
‘I would look good in your uniform……...you big titted clown
Karen thought the woman was just being nice and saying farewell……..
She waved back at the departing woman…….thinking how nice………the job was a sheer joy at times…..
‘You too madam……anytime……..have a nice day’
Zoya walked through the revolving doors………her heels now click clacking on the old stone……
The weather was a little brighter……..no sign of any rain which was just as well for she had no coat.
Maybe the woman she had stolen the dress from had one in a nearby parked car……..or down in the underground parking……….but Zoya was not going there even though she had spotted and purloined the woman’s car keys earlier……..…it would take too long to find the car…………..
She had to make some distance from her latest crime………
She had another idea……
It was still fairly chilly though……..and she was only clad in a light fabric dress…..
Her nipples had become hard………she felt them rub within her bra……..
She had to get off the street………no long walks…
She needed an underground station………the tube as the locals called it……....a quick journey and off the train………...and then find a taxi cab………….
She had to lose herself in the crowd…….
She carefully walked down the steps……...holding her shoulder back
Once safely on the pavement she looked around…….
The street and traffic was still the usual chaos…….
She looked for the distinctive oval London Borough transport sign that advertised the nearest underground station…….
She did not see one…….
She needed to move………before someone thought she needed assistance…….in reality an excuse just to chat her up…….
She looked to her right……….to where earlier she had parked Stephenson’s car………….
Ah……...A Policeman was there……..standing nearby……….she could tell straight away that he was pretending not to take notice of the car…….
She had been lucky alright………she had managed to change clothes and appearance just in the nick of time……..
Even if no Police cars and uniforms came dashing and crashing loudly to the scene…….Zoya knew someone was coming……..
She needed an underground station……
Then she remembered that old English phrase…….
Ask a Policeman…….
She looked calm…….like she was supposed to be there……..
Everything about her……the way she looked, the way she dressed was all conventional and natural……..
She looked well heeled…….
Her hips and backside swayed…….
The shoulder bags strap heavy on her shoulder……..
The stolen heels were good to walk in……
She walked past the round sofa………her legs dark and shapely in her new and recently stolen tights…….
She left the changing room behind her………
Her dress swishing around her thighs and legs………the slip underneath sliding over her tights……..
Her gait and swagger the same as the different woman who had confidently walked in earlier………
A few couples, some arm in arm, a few single women walked by the closed off fitting room…….
Totally unaware that deep within was a struggling bound and gagged woman……..twisting and tugging in just her underwear……..
Gagged, tied and robbed……..it would have made headline news
Zoya made it to the escalator and stepped onto the descending stairwell……….
Her left hand rested on the rubber rail, those purloined rings on display………..her heeled feet together……..
Her back straight………
She looked down at the ground floor as one naturally did…………
From there she saw the foyer and exit………
Nearly there……..and no one was screaming or ordering her to stop…….
Rising in the opposite direction was a man……accompanied by a blonde female………both probably in their mid thirties……..
The blonde woman was wearing a brown heavy long coat and what looked like a white wool dress……….her chest looked very tight within it, large rounded breasts, no nipple flash……..the dress was turtle necked……….figure hugging……..
As the big busted woman rose on the escalator she was looking in the opposite direction………
Zoya peeked at those big melons again…….
Zoya surmised that the blonde doll was wearing a hefty and sturdy bra under there to keep those puppies behaved………she must be a D at least………
Nevertheless………Zoya had won again………..
Zoya noted the sly and lusty look that the woman’s male companion had given her as they passed on the escalator……..
She pouted her lips……..a demure stare…….she looked him in the eye
It almost said ‘Fuck Me’………..she was always in a state of high arousal when in another woman’s clothes………
She was in better shape than the blonde………who……..although good enough in looks was turning to fat…….
Her stomach far too evident in the tight wool dress……..
Big panties too…….too big probably, up to and over her waist most likely to keep that gut in……….
Zoya was big busted and lithe……with a peachy arse…….
No competition there………
They all passed…………..strangers in the night
Zoya stepped off the escalator and made for the extravagant exit……………
She was nearly out of the building…….
Zoya saw the blonde sales assistant Karen still at her station near the entrance……
The good looking and married Karen……..
Another she would have liked to have fun with…………given the opportunity and time
Zoya smiled….....she looked so lovely……….…so harmless
She could not resist one final insult to the gullibility and innocence of others……..
The busty, wide hipped and dirty blonde assistant saw Zoya approaching………
But Zoya was not as she had appeared before……..would Karen be none the wiser……..
After all, Zoya was now a dark haired woman in a orange dress, with tights and heels…..
No glasses……….
Gone was the suit……….the intricate wig
Only the shoulder bag remained the same……..
Karen smiled as she approached………..with her fine figure and white teeth…….the Farah Fawcett lookalike…….
She expected the woman in the dress would say something…….
And she did………
‘Gracias Senorita’ and in stilted English that most Britons expected ‘You have a lovely establishment……….it was a pure joy to shop here’
Zoya had no purchases in her hands……..
Karen, being none the wiser that she was being mocked said in all earnestly
‘Thank you Madam……..We hope that you will shop with us again’
Zoya smiled…..
‘Oh…….I am sure I will……..you have a delightful selection of clothing……….so many choices and whom to choose from’
‘Thank you ‘said Karen ’we aim to please’
Karen, totally innocent and oblivious to what Zoya had done to another female, put the last turn of phrase down to the ladies misunderstanding of English
‘I struggled to make a selection Senorita……too many lovely ladies’
‘Yes…quite’ was Karen’s reply, she was confused now……….
Zoya raised her hand in departure……..
A little waggle of fingers………
‘Adios Carino’ she smiled……..which was ‘Goodbye Darling’…….and still amicably smiling and looking very innocuous she parted with………
‘Me veria bien con tu uniforme……………..tu payaso de grandes tetas’
This roughly translated to,
‘I would look good in your uniform……...you big titted clown
Karen thought the woman was just being nice and saying farewell……..
She waved back at the departing woman…….thinking how nice………the job was a sheer joy at times…..
‘You too madam……anytime……..have a nice day’
Zoya walked through the revolving doors………her heels now click clacking on the old stone……
The weather was a little brighter……..no sign of any rain which was just as well for she had no coat.
Maybe the woman she had stolen the dress from had one in a nearby parked car……..or down in the underground parking……….but Zoya was not going there even though she had spotted and purloined the woman’s car keys earlier……..…it would take too long to find the car…………..
She had to make some distance from her latest crime………
She had another idea……
It was still fairly chilly though……..and she was only clad in a light fabric dress…..
Her nipples had become hard………she felt them rub within her bra……..
She had to get off the street………no long walks…
She needed an underground station………the tube as the locals called it……....a quick journey and off the train………...and then find a taxi cab………….
She had to lose herself in the crowd…….
She carefully walked down the steps……...holding her shoulder back
Once safely on the pavement she looked around…….
The street and traffic was still the usual chaos…….
She looked for the distinctive oval London Borough transport sign that advertised the nearest underground station…….
She did not see one…….
She needed to move………before someone thought she needed assistance…….in reality an excuse just to chat her up…….
She looked to her right……….to where earlier she had parked Stephenson’s car………….
Ah……...A Policeman was there……..standing nearby……….she could tell straight away that he was pretending not to take notice of the car…….
She had been lucky alright………she had managed to change clothes and appearance just in the nick of time……..
Even if no Police cars and uniforms came dashing and crashing loudly to the scene…….Zoya knew someone was coming……..
She needed an underground station……
Then she remembered that old English phrase…….
Ask a Policeman…….
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jaegerhunde01
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- Joined: Fri Dec 08, 2023 3:22 pm
Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
She walked on to her right……
She sauntered up to the Policeman in her best imitation of a typically lost and vulnerable female………she oozed that male fantasy that she needed help……..and maybe a little more…….
Geoff Friend saw the woman approach…….
A nice looker too…….
She had shapely and curved breasts under a tight at the top dress…….orange bows on her chest, a thin gold chain………..from her waist the dress hung free and loose to just above her knees………..a nice pale orange number……..nice legs in dark stockings……….heeled and petite shoes…………
Well…….he hoped they were real hold up stockings……..he rather liked those……..
The woman looked a little vulnerable…….a little nervous
Finally she came up to him…….
For a moment Geoff forgot about the bronze coloured car………
‘Can I help you Madam’
The woman looked relieved………….
Geoff saw her jewellery………bit of a risk flashing that lot around here…….
The area was heavily policed…….but still…….those rings on her finger just blared out ‘Rob me Now’
She had an accent……..she was obviously foreign…….probably a tourist………a little lost.
‘Io siento oficial’ she started again…….
‘I mean…….sorry officer…….where is the nearest subway…….’
‘Subway’ said Geoff……….a little confused………in Britain that was an underground pedestrian tunnel that normally went under busy roads…………..
‘Ah……...Underground……...train’ she explained more……
‘Oh…the tube station…I see’
He smiled and pointed further along the road behind him…….
‘Second left Madam………Green street………you can’t miss it’
‘Oh………Gracias………thank you……..most helpful of you’
Geoff tipped his helmet……
‘Always a pleasure Madam……….have a safe journey’
With that Geoff Friend watched the woman saunter off………she had a nice figure too…….
He watched her arse under the dress pump up and down…….
She had gorgeous legs………..
He liked her hair…..
In fact he liked her lot…….…especially that sexy foreign accent
Spanish he guessed……..
He would’ve loved to get her kit off……
Little did PC Friend know that it was not her kit to take off………..
He would later……….much to his regret
She sauntered up to the Policeman in her best imitation of a typically lost and vulnerable female………she oozed that male fantasy that she needed help……..and maybe a little more…….
Geoff Friend saw the woman approach…….
A nice looker too…….
She had shapely and curved breasts under a tight at the top dress…….orange bows on her chest, a thin gold chain………..from her waist the dress hung free and loose to just above her knees………..a nice pale orange number……..nice legs in dark stockings……….heeled and petite shoes…………
Well…….he hoped they were real hold up stockings……..he rather liked those……..
The woman looked a little vulnerable…….a little nervous
Finally she came up to him…….
For a moment Geoff forgot about the bronze coloured car………
‘Can I help you Madam’
The woman looked relieved………….
Geoff saw her jewellery………bit of a risk flashing that lot around here…….
The area was heavily policed…….but still…….those rings on her finger just blared out ‘Rob me Now’
She had an accent……..she was obviously foreign…….probably a tourist………a little lost.
‘Io siento oficial’ she started again…….
‘I mean…….sorry officer…….where is the nearest subway…….’
‘Subway’ said Geoff……….a little confused………in Britain that was an underground pedestrian tunnel that normally went under busy roads…………..
‘Ah……...Underground……...train’ she explained more……
‘Oh…the tube station…I see’
He smiled and pointed further along the road behind him…….
‘Second left Madam………Green street………you can’t miss it’
‘Oh………Gracias………thank you……..most helpful of you’
Geoff tipped his helmet……
‘Always a pleasure Madam……….have a safe journey’
With that Geoff Friend watched the woman saunter off………she had a nice figure too…….
He watched her arse under the dress pump up and down…….
She had gorgeous legs………..
He liked her hair…..
In fact he liked her lot…….…especially that sexy foreign accent
Spanish he guessed……..
He would’ve loved to get her kit off……
Little did PC Friend know that it was not her kit to take off………..
He would later……….much to his regret
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Sakanre
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Wow what a long update and how detailed! Thank you 
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
GATWICK AIRPORT – SAME DAY
Building Ten did not look like much……..
It was a long and thin construction……..designed with a simple and singular purpose in mind………….inspections
With its dark creosoted wooden walls and corrugated tin roof it looked rather antiquated……..
But it was not dilapidated………
It had been constructed in 1958, the year that the Queen had grandly opened London’s second international airport………
Although serviceable, Building Ten had not been renovated since……..
It was rather isolated from the main terminals and servicing areas……..
This at the time had been on purpose……….migrants from the old Empire and afar had been processed here…….
Far away from the well heeled white travellers who could generally afford the higher fee……..for comfort and service that is…….
Or just common decency……..
Migrants of colour were treated slightly better than cargo…….they had been provided with a seat and that was about it……..
It was the way of the world back then………
The violent storm that had battered the building earlier, had finally abated……..the storm had affected the whole of Southern England……….although still grey the sky was brighter………the area was damp and pools of rainwater had gathered in places………
There was a heavy wind gusting through the flat land on which the airport had been constructed……..
Which made the long, single story building rather ideal in dealing with inspections that required a little further investigation…………and a lot of privacy
Investigations of a delicate nature……….
On paper……….
Building Ten was a Customs and Excise inspection building……….but at times. It was a little more than that……..
The building was isolated……. yes, but not alone…….
Nearby, was the airport catering and laundry facility………a large operation in itself…….
Built later in the late 1960s……….
It also made vehicles visiting Building Ten rather invisible………unless one was specifically watching the site…….
Inside, the building was outfitted like a time capsule…….
Fixtures and fittings were like the 1950s……even the old telephones, but all were still operational……
Generally the building was silent………..unless one discounted the heavy traffic on the internal link road leading to the catering and laundry facility………or the roar of jet engines as aircraft landed and departed on full thrust………
But today, in the late afternoon………the building echoed with just the voices of two females
Their voices were rather artificially loud within the long and high ceilinged building……..
Metal supports latticed the overhead rafters……..
Green glass shaded and old fashioned bulb lambs hung from the roof on thick electric cabling………
Irene Bishop was sitting on one of the old style metal chairs with her legs crossed…….
Next to her on the adjoining chair was her white female issued service cap……..it being based on the Police version……..only the royal customs crest differed somewhat………a grilled gate being most prominent……
She was a mature woman…….she was thirty one years old, although when asked she liked to say twenty eight……
What with her legs being crossed over she was showing a lot of leg……..a lot of thigh too……
Her legs and thighs being very sensual in her 20 denier off black tights that sheathed her nice looking legs…….
On her feet she wore highly polished regulation oxford type shoes………
Her uniform skirt was well above the knee……….hence her sitting down with crossed legs revealing too much of her thigh………
One of her hands absentmindedly scratched an itch on her thigh……….her finger rubbed her black nylon sheathed skin……….alleviating the said itch
She wore a regulation black tunic…….with four large pockets……..two such tunic pockets lay were her breasts and chest were situated ………..all had silver royal seal embossed buttons…….
Under the tunic, what with the sightly and obvious bulge it was quite obvious that she had a good sized bust………
The white cuffs of her uniform shirt could just be discerned under the sleeves of her black jacket…….
She wore an issue wrist watch…….small, but mirroring the style worn by a man…….
She wore a brilliant white shirt underneath that tunic………one could only see the crisp collar complete with the smart black cross tie………
She looked very neat and trim in her uniform………she took care and pride in how she looked in it………..as she did with all her clothes………..she was that type of woman……….
Her neck was soft and unblemished……..
Irene had a nice and pretty face, thin cheeks, small ears with studs……..she wasn’t a beauty in the classic sense but she was attractive enough…….she had an angular face, quite lean…….her nose was not petite but shapely enough………her mouth was round but with thin lips……..
Her hazel eyes were wide………her eyebrows thin
She wore a little makeup…….red lipstick……a little foundation…..and eye shadow…….but not too much…..just enough to remind herself that she was a woman………even in uniform
She had fine auburn coloured hair………long down to the shoulders normally but today as per regulation her hair was tightly restricted ant twisted into a small bun……..held in place by a few pins and black coloured hair bands………
Her ear lobes sported small gold studs……..
Her fingers declared that she was married………
She stretched out her arms and yawned………
The tunic pulling on her ample chest……
She looked up and spoke to her colleague……..
A jet roared overhead………
‘So grabby called you out as well’, she had a soft womanly voice……..South East England, near Maidstone actually……..
Her colleague was leaning against the old walnut inspection counter, complete with a long sorting table…….
All the wood was old and stained with time……….but still, and only yesterday it had still been heavily polished with wax……..
Likewise the white linoleum floor………
Behind that were the white frosted glass windows and doors that hid the various inspection rooms and administration offices……..
Hardly used anymore………but maintained
Modern red fire extinguishers were fixed randomly on the walls………..
Her partner for this unusual shift was Hailey Summers……..
She was younger……….twenty five years old
Hailey had black hair………shorter than that of the older woman……..normally when loose Hailey’s hair, although fine and straight would curl up at the ends…….giving her rather retro look……
Today on duty, like her colleague her hair was tightly bound and bunned at the back of her head……..a tight scrunchie kept her hair in place, with the aid of the odd clip or two……..
Both the customs officers’ hair was immaculately clipped and tight…….
Both looked very smart and trim………
Almost like naval officers……….not Customs and excise………
Hailey was slightly smaller in stature than her older colleague……..but identically dressed……..
One glaring difference being that Hailey had chosen 30 denier black tights………slightly darker than the ones worm by Irene………
Hailey’s tights were regulation………Irene had none that were clean and had to make do with another pair that were not usually worn with her uniform……
She had been rather annoyed at the time…….and still was
The seemingly minor affair was on her mind………..
On her mind a lot………
But this had been a rush, last minute job……..no notice and out of the blue so what did they expect………
Building Ten did not look like much……..
It was a long and thin construction……..designed with a simple and singular purpose in mind………….inspections
With its dark creosoted wooden walls and corrugated tin roof it looked rather antiquated……..
But it was not dilapidated………
It had been constructed in 1958, the year that the Queen had grandly opened London’s second international airport………
Although serviceable, Building Ten had not been renovated since……..
It was rather isolated from the main terminals and servicing areas……..
This at the time had been on purpose……….migrants from the old Empire and afar had been processed here…….
Far away from the well heeled white travellers who could generally afford the higher fee……..for comfort and service that is…….
Or just common decency……..
Migrants of colour were treated slightly better than cargo…….they had been provided with a seat and that was about it……..
It was the way of the world back then………
The violent storm that had battered the building earlier, had finally abated……..the storm had affected the whole of Southern England……….although still grey the sky was brighter………the area was damp and pools of rainwater had gathered in places………
There was a heavy wind gusting through the flat land on which the airport had been constructed……..
Which made the long, single story building rather ideal in dealing with inspections that required a little further investigation…………and a lot of privacy
Investigations of a delicate nature……….
On paper……….
Building Ten was a Customs and Excise inspection building……….but at times. It was a little more than that……..
The building was isolated……. yes, but not alone…….
Nearby, was the airport catering and laundry facility………a large operation in itself…….
Built later in the late 1960s……….
It also made vehicles visiting Building Ten rather invisible………unless one was specifically watching the site…….
Inside, the building was outfitted like a time capsule…….
Fixtures and fittings were like the 1950s……even the old telephones, but all were still operational……
Generally the building was silent………..unless one discounted the heavy traffic on the internal link road leading to the catering and laundry facility………or the roar of jet engines as aircraft landed and departed on full thrust………
But today, in the late afternoon………the building echoed with just the voices of two females
Their voices were rather artificially loud within the long and high ceilinged building……..
Metal supports latticed the overhead rafters……..
Green glass shaded and old fashioned bulb lambs hung from the roof on thick electric cabling………
Irene Bishop was sitting on one of the old style metal chairs with her legs crossed…….
Next to her on the adjoining chair was her white female issued service cap……..it being based on the Police version……..only the royal customs crest differed somewhat………a grilled gate being most prominent……
She was a mature woman…….she was thirty one years old, although when asked she liked to say twenty eight……
What with her legs being crossed over she was showing a lot of leg……..a lot of thigh too……
Her legs and thighs being very sensual in her 20 denier off black tights that sheathed her nice looking legs…….
On her feet she wore highly polished regulation oxford type shoes………
Her uniform skirt was well above the knee……….hence her sitting down with crossed legs revealing too much of her thigh………
One of her hands absentmindedly scratched an itch on her thigh……….her finger rubbed her black nylon sheathed skin……….alleviating the said itch
She wore a regulation black tunic…….with four large pockets……..two such tunic pockets lay were her breasts and chest were situated ………..all had silver royal seal embossed buttons…….
Under the tunic, what with the sightly and obvious bulge it was quite obvious that she had a good sized bust………
The white cuffs of her uniform shirt could just be discerned under the sleeves of her black jacket…….
She wore an issue wrist watch…….small, but mirroring the style worn by a man…….
She wore a brilliant white shirt underneath that tunic………one could only see the crisp collar complete with the smart black cross tie………
She looked very neat and trim in her uniform………she took care and pride in how she looked in it………..as she did with all her clothes………..she was that type of woman……….
Her neck was soft and unblemished……..
Irene had a nice and pretty face, thin cheeks, small ears with studs……..she wasn’t a beauty in the classic sense but she was attractive enough…….she had an angular face, quite lean…….her nose was not petite but shapely enough………her mouth was round but with thin lips……..
Her hazel eyes were wide………her eyebrows thin
She wore a little makeup…….red lipstick……a little foundation…..and eye shadow…….but not too much…..just enough to remind herself that she was a woman………even in uniform
She had fine auburn coloured hair………long down to the shoulders normally but today as per regulation her hair was tightly restricted ant twisted into a small bun……..held in place by a few pins and black coloured hair bands………
Her ear lobes sported small gold studs……..
Her fingers declared that she was married………
She stretched out her arms and yawned………
The tunic pulling on her ample chest……
She looked up and spoke to her colleague……..
A jet roared overhead………
‘So grabby called you out as well’, she had a soft womanly voice……..South East England, near Maidstone actually……..
Her colleague was leaning against the old walnut inspection counter, complete with a long sorting table…….
All the wood was old and stained with time……….but still, and only yesterday it had still been heavily polished with wax……..
Likewise the white linoleum floor………
Behind that were the white frosted glass windows and doors that hid the various inspection rooms and administration offices……..
Hardly used anymore………but maintained
Modern red fire extinguishers were fixed randomly on the walls………..
Her partner for this unusual shift was Hailey Summers……..
She was younger……….twenty five years old
Hailey had black hair………shorter than that of the older woman……..normally when loose Hailey’s hair, although fine and straight would curl up at the ends…….giving her rather retro look……
Today on duty, like her colleague her hair was tightly bound and bunned at the back of her head……..a tight scrunchie kept her hair in place, with the aid of the odd clip or two……..
Both the customs officers’ hair was immaculately clipped and tight…….
Both looked very smart and trim………
Almost like naval officers……….not Customs and excise………
Hailey was slightly smaller in stature than her older colleague……..but identically dressed……..
One glaring difference being that Hailey had chosen 30 denier black tights………slightly darker than the ones worm by Irene………
Hailey’s tights were regulation………Irene had none that were clean and had to make do with another pair that were not usually worn with her uniform……
She had been rather annoyed at the time…….and still was
The seemingly minor affair was on her mind………..
On her mind a lot………
But this had been a rush, last minute job……..no notice and out of the blue so what did they expect………
