Uniform Stealing Board

HARDING & HOWELL

Maze came up running fast…….her mountain booted feet thumping hard on the pavement……….
She was fit……..she was breathing hard but not winded……..
She had plenty of stamina left for any emergencies…….

Her breasts bounced heavily under her jacket, it was becoming quite painful…………
She had neglected to wear a sports bra that day…….it was her fault that the odd male or two had nearly broken their neck walking into a lamppost or unexpectedly stepping dangerously off the kerbside……..

Maze stopped to get her breath back……
A few pedestrians and shoppers walked around her………some giving a disapproving look……….
She looked hot and sweaty………and a little too scruffily dressed for the area…….
The people acquainted with this business district were generally well heeled……..especially the women………

She clicked her Berndept radio…….the ear piece still in place

‘Fox 1…….this is 2……going into Harding and Howell over’
There was no answer……….
She was about to go in regardless when the radio receiver crackled into life……..

‘2 this is one….wait’
Taggart sounded breathless……..
‘We will go in together…….I’m not far away’

Maze keyed the radio switch, in her jacket pocket…….

‘No time, we lost too much as it is………I think she went inside for a quick change, one way or the other………she illegally parked right up close to the store…..…..that’s got to mean something……….you stay with car over’

‘Got it’ breathed Taggart………..who was still jogging through the heavy foot traffic……...occasionally dodging the odd car or two…….

Maze was at the base of the old and Georgian stone stairs………
She took in the fancy façade………suited men coming and going………women finely dressed…….expensive outfits……..all heels and stockings…….reeking of expensive French perfume………
She looked down and checked herself over……..muddy boots and rain stained jeans
Not exactly Cinderella going to the ball she thought……….
Fuck them……..
She jogged up the grey green carpeted steps……….

Her head was up…….seeing people at the top, making to leave………
A woman was beginning to step down……..taking those careful steps ladies do when wearing heels……..
She was well heeled………...literally
Nice black leather high heeled shoes……..open on her upper foot…….pointed toes……..
Dark black stockings………
Long woollen black coat……….
A leather strap of a shoulder bag over one arm………a Harding and Howell brown shopping bag in the other……
Underneath an open necked dress…….the golden necklace……..the heavy bust
The knee length hemline of the dress………..with a thick black shiny leather belt around the waist……
The dress was a rich dark emerald green…….

Just the kind outfit that Zoya would steal from a woman and wear herself……….

The woman was navigating the stone steps in her high heels…….
Taking her time navigating the steps……..having no wish to fall arse over elbow…….all legs akimbo……..
That would have been very unsightly indeed………but unfortunately for some ladies, it did happen…….

Maze could not see the face……only the full, curly shoulder length hair………..
The woman’s hair looked natural…….full and bouncy……
Wigs were good nowadays……..

Maze grabbed her shoulder……….
A startled woman stopped and turned around………
Eyes at first filled with fear……….
On seeing it was a woman who had harangued her….the smart dark haired started to show anger

‘Can I help you’ the tone was haughty and testy……..

Maze looked into her eyes………..her face………the uncomprehending eyes
It was the face of a mature, good looking woman………with a nice body……..
Good dress sense……..
Just the sort of victim that Zoya preferred to use in her penetrations or extractions……….

After a brief scrutinizing look she knew it was not her………same shape and build yes……..but not her

Maze quickly retrieved her Special Branch Identity wallet…..one of many official organizations that she had been issued with……….
She flashed the wallet…….giving the startled woman time to read the description, her false name and official photograph…….
‘Sorry to delay you Madam…..I made a mistake’

The woman just looked at her………her eyes had narrowed, her lips pursed……..

‘Really………it’s most insufferable’ she hissed……..

The woman carried on with her business……….and navigated the carpeted steps…..
Once on level ground the woman continued her journey……….her high heels click clacking on the pavement………
Maze took a final look as the woman sauntered on her way………no doubt feeling secure and safe within her environment…….
She smirked……..
If Zoya had chosen you lady………then things for you would have been insufferable alright………

Maze walked fast up the steps………past the ornately and vintage dressed unformed doorman……..and through the gold plated revolving doors……..

She was in jeans, a T shirt and a leather jacket, wearing trainers………in one pocket there was still a pair of used ladies black tights………the female prison warder who she had borrowed the uniform from really did not want them back…….
Fair play……...she had been very understanding and nice enough about it all……..
When dressed back in her own clothes Maze had rather sheepishly just stuffed the tights into her jacket pocket………...she did not want to come across as ungrateful or dismissive for the cooperation provided………
After all, the girl had let her use her uniform in a counter ruse……….
The female warder was still getting redressed when Maze had bolted out the door……..

‘Thanks a lot’ being her parting shot……….
Taggart was then in pursuit of Zoya……….she had been eager to get in on the chase…….

Maze also looked sweaty……….flustered
In fact, she looked out of place……….very much so, in her present attire……..
There were men all around…….boys, young and old……
Bald, some with loads of hair and many with those annoying moustaches………
Others with beards mimicking royalty…………or some iconoclastic intellectual
Suited and booted………

But it was the women who stood out with their varied and very flamboyant hairstyles and clothing choices……..the latest in American TV chic as on one could best describe it………….
It was like an unofficial fashion parade……..with every female attempting to outdo the other……..
Curvy fake blondes with a curling perm………straight and fine brunettes with bobs……….young women in ponytails……..or wearing short hair near the shoulder or cascading and flowing over them…….…..
Some like pop stars…..sporting very short pixie hair styles………..or mimicking Cyndi Lauper or Madonna……
Heavily made up faces………scarlet red or deep purple lips a plenty……..thick eye shadow and mascara……..rouged facial cheeks……..
Tasteful jewellery as well as gaudy and flashy pieces……….
Dress’ or frocks……blouses and skirts…….slacks or tight jeans……..all was on offer……..
Over the loud noise of human chatter, music and what not……..…the floor resonated with the clacking of female heels…..

Maze rubbed her brow……..she was getting an headache

Shit……..she thought
The German bitch she was chasing would have a field day in here………..
Deep down and within Maze suspected that they had been too late………
There were just so many potential victims to choose from………and Zoya was always fast………she had been so Far………
Maze badly wanted to kick her teeth in……….

She was again looking at the ground floor……….a place full of tourist trinkets………a place that advertised a Great Britain long dead………

She saw the escalator and the sign listing what was on all floors……
The one that stated First Floor……..including ladies wear and lingerie……….

Zoya’s domain she reasoned………she was about to move……..the first floor being her destination…….it would have been the logical place to start……..
Maze new one thing……….Zoya loved lingerie…………especially other women’s………..

There was a delicate cough at her right shoulder……
Maze turned………

She saw a woman looking at her……….
A blonde woman in a store uniform………a tight emerald green skirt and waistcoat………white shirt with a small black cross tie……......black stockings and heels……..
She had a pretty face with a full and wavy perm……….
Her name badge on her full breast declared that she was called ‘Karen’………

‘Is Miss lost……..taken a wrong turn perhaps’ smiled the walking doll………..

Maze saw the disapproving look in those blue eyes………even though she was still smiling with brilliant white teeth……….
Maze supposed that this fancy female…..…..who reeked of strong and sweet perfume………was good at her job……..
A form of security Maze supposed……..the nice and polite kind of course……

Maze retrieved her identity wallet once more……..
She flashed the ID………
On seeing and reading it the uniformed woman’s demeanour changed……..

‘Can I help you officer’ and she meant it too……

Maze put away the leather wallet….

Looking at the blonde directly in the eye she asked……..

‘Seen anyone acting suspicious…….hanging around………..not quite looking right’

The uniformed blonde sniggered……….
‘Only you Officer……..so far all day’

Maze ignored the slight……….she was used to it……….
She tried again…….forcing her head forward towards the blonde……her voice low, but with a certain menace…….

‘Okay mouth………before I charge you with obstruction’
The blonde woman stopped smiling……..now looked a little worried, realizing that she had overstepped with her last remark………

‘So cut the smart Alec replies………understand……this is serious’
The blonde called Karen nodded………
‘Have you covered these doors all shift’
Another nod…….
‘Good’ said Maze
Maze provided a little more information on who she was looking for……..

‘Have you seen a female, about my height, around our age and build………wears tortoiseshell spectacles………a fancy hair style………flowing locks at the side and front………intricate bun at the back with a French slide clip’

The blonde thought for a moment………her eyes widened………
Maze realized that her quarry had at least walked through these same doors……

‘Yes……..I think so…..nice lady……..French I think’ blurted Karen…….
That threw Maze…….French??

‘What was she wearing can you remember’

The busty blonde thought again……..a lot of people came and went through these doors during a normal working day………
Finally, she remembered…….
All those years working in ladies outfitting had paid off……….
Karen had developed an eye for detail……..
She had a good taste in clothing………..even when on others……..

‘Beige trousers, rather tight, flared at the bottom, a same coloured jacket synched at the waist……..ivory satin blouse……….low heels, shoes…….patent cream……….brown leather shoulder bag’
She finally finished………she looked rather proud……
‘No overcoat come to think of it’ as an afterthought……..

It was enough for Maze……..that was Zoya alright………..the description matched the clothes she had seen her wearing at the prison………being French was odd though………
But Zoya was a linguist……….probably trying to confuse the scent of the trail……..

‘Where did she go……….how long ago’

‘Ladies apparel I think…….about 40 minutes ago’

The timing was right thought Maze………that was about the same time that they had lost her……….

‘Did you see her leave…….this way at least?’
‘No…….I haven’t’
‘And this is the only entrance and exit’
‘Yes that’s right……..and no emergency door alarms have gone off’
Maze thought it through……..like what would she do……..

‘Any basement areas……..storage and utilities and the like’

And conveniently, very dark and lonesome imagined Maze………..ideal for hiding tied up ladies………

And Maze did sense and feel that……..somewhere in this apparently normal high end and rather glitzy and supposedly secure shopping milieu……….was an as yet unknown and nameless woman……….gagged and tied up……….minus her clothes…….
It was Zoya’s ‘Modus Operandi’………………….

‘Yes ……of course…….’ Replied Karen ‘It’s a large store……..if not the largest in the capital’

Maze looked at her……

‘Please call your security officer…..you must have one
Karen looked perplexed…….
‘Any reason why’
Maze grinned……..
‘Time for a fire drill I think’
‘Oh’ stammered Karen
‘Well………go on………..I will meet him on the first floor’
Karen quickly trotted off……….her bottom sliding up and down in her tight skirt……

Maze joined the escalator…………
She rose upwards……..two female shoppers in front……..a couple holding hands behind…….
Shoppers descending on the other stairway…….
Such a normal experience…….
Everyone looking happy and contented……..enjoying the day out……….so far…….

She fiddled once more with her jacket pocket……..turning the volume down on her personal radio……..she did not want to attract any undue attention to herself…….
She reached the top and stepped off the gold chrome escalator……..

All looked normal enough……..
Lots of women shopping…………young, mature and the old………..
She began walking around………nosing around……..
Just looking……….but yet searching…….…

There was a large queue at one of the changing rooms………..a lot of irritated females were standing there………..
All clutching items of new clothing that they all eagerly wanted to try on…………
Maze wanted to check out the ladies………..nothing perverted or illicit in that………..she was just looking for one female in particular……….

Meanwhile, the petite dark haired changing room attendant…..

The one with the nice shapely body, and the somewhat nice and well rounded set of bosoms, complete with the swaying rounded bottom in her tight emerald green skirt was returning back to one of the two fitting rooms on the floor of ladies apparel……………..

She had eventually been called back from the store detective’s office………she had spent too much time dealing with those two protesting time wasters…….the dick heads

She had finally left them with the store detective…….that’s what he was paid for anyway…….she had been away far too long from her work station…………
She had left them all loudly arguing………..the Police had not been called…………Harding and Howell would rather not have the fuss……..especially when the male and female who had allegedly stolen the inexpensive jewellery could easily afford to purchase them……..

Plus they were getting complaints from the store manager………they needed her fitting room open…….no one else was qualified………..plus they were undermanned today……..
Therefore she had left……

She quickly walked past the velvet circular sofa………again emerald green……the alleged scene of the crime she tutted……..

She saw the closed sign………
The arched entrance……..
The metal bollards with the extended red sash……..
All looked like as when she had left it……..

She slipped the red sash from the supporting stanchion……….and eased the sash back into the other one………
She sauntered over to her raised podium like station……….and squeezed herself behind……..
Now where was she……….
Where had she been in her work…….she wanted to get orientated before she changed the closed sign to open…….

She checked her small cinema type receipt chits and paperwork…….

Ah……..that’s right……….her expression looked content as she remembered on what she had been doing prior…..
Yes…that was it……..
Her last customer had been a foreign sounding woman………wearing a light orange sleeved dress……..that was it……..it was a nice piece………she fancied that dress herself……..but it looked very expensive, maybe a designer number………
Her shoes had looked cute too…….
The foreigner had been a fine looking woman…….
But……the pretty sales assistant lamented to herself…….
All out of her price range unfortunately……..

She noticed a woman standing outside the entrance of the fitting room…….

She smiled her best Harding and Howells…….
‘I will only be five minutes madam’……..

The nameless mature woman looked at her watch……..
She was holding two skirts in her hand……..one short, the other long and pleated……..

The attendant checked her return chits again………counting against her own hand written issue list……
What came in…….must be recorded as going out…….
Even though this was ‘Harding & Howells’………with its renowned sort of clientele………
They were open to the public………and therefore shoplifting was not an unknown…….

The woman in the orange dress had also taken a grey dress and two skirts to try on……..
There was no return chit left on her podium type counter…..
Oh……that was all right she supposed……….she had closed up with the woman still inside one of the changing cubicles……..
No doubt being left to try on the clothes she had selected…….

She frowned……her perfect forehead wrinkled slightly……..her lips pouted as she thought her actions through…..
The tip of her pen lightly touching her lipstick coated lips………

She should have not done that………she should have closed her workplace down properly……..
Or at least told the lady who was probably only half dressed………
But everything had happened so fast……….she had forgotten the woman trying on clothes……

Maybe the good looking and exotic sounding woman had left…….seeing that no one was there to process and check on her potential new wears…….

Still…….it was worthy of a complaint and an apology at least……..
But no one had said anything…….
Maybe that woman had been a good sport……….that would be rare…..

But saying that the clothes she had taken to try on were not on the counter of her station……..or hanging on the rack provided……
Customers normally did that if left alone……which was not unheard of………

Maybe that other woman……..another foreigner who had had been there
The one who had reported those two clowns for shoplifting………..

She had disappeared too……..all rather quickly………maybe she just didn’t want to get involved……..
But still…….it was her who had seen them shoplifting…….
But still………..no alarm had gone off at the exits……..all the clothing had been discreetly tagged
Security had not raised any alarm…….

Something else was annoying her too……..
She looked up…….’
Ah……that was it……..
The background instrumental music…….on a bloody repeat cycle, she knew it by heart unfortunately……
It was loud way too loud……..
Who had done that…….
She found the volume control and turned it down……….
That was better……..
It was then that she remembered something else………
She had not adjusted the volume on the annoying background music…….
Then if not her……..then who
Maybe ‘Mrs Orange Dress’ had done it on leaving…….
She doubted that……..
She had a feeling, s strange feeling that she should check the changing room first before reopening………

The heavy blue curtain leading to the various cubicles was closed……
Had she done that…….she could not remember closing them…….in all the hurry maybe she had……

‘Nearly there madam’ she said to the waiting lady……in fact there were two other females there now…….
Both standing behind the first…….
Holding various new items of clothing…….

She walked over and forcefully drew the curtain aside…….
The changing area looked as she had left it…….
Her eyes scanned the area…….
It was her small, earring adorned ears that picked something up that was not regular……….something not in the usual order……..

A deep rhythmic thumping sound coming from within….
What the hell was that she thought……..
It was surely not the air conditioning system or the water pipes……….
But the noise was obviously man made……….or woman made

Gingerly now……..she stepped inside……

The thumping became louder………the background music being much lower……the enclosed room bouncing and reflecting sound within its confined walls………...

One of the cubicle curtains was still closed……..
Was someone still in there…….
It sounded like there was……..

She slowly walked inside the once familiar and safe setting……
‘Hello’ she said…….her voice cracking a little……
She licked her lips………

In reaction to her calling out………..there was an additional increase in the tempo of the thumping against the wall…….
Then there was another sound…..a new sound

Was that grunting………..or harsh moaning…….a deep and restrained groaning……..maybe

‘Hello……anybody in there’

Her hand reached for the curtain……….
A grunted and loud response………she thought she knew what was going on in there
She smirked……..

‘I’m coming in’ she shouted……..trying to sound very authoritative now……..
She thought she knew what was going on inside her nice and clean cubicle……..
Really in was rather too much………..
Some people just did not know how to behave……
It was quite shocking…….

The pretty assistant was quite sure by now that it was a couple having sex inside there…..
She hoped to God it was just a man and a woman……..she cringed at the potential sight of anything less……
She had had enough high jinx for one day as it is………
She was going to give the offending pair a right telling off……..and call the Police herself this time…….

She whipped open the curtain along its rail………causing that distinctive rattling sound………

Upon seeing what was inside…….
Her arms went limp to the sides of her cute, tight fitting uniform……..

Her eyes went wide……………….her thin eyelashes rising high on her forehead
Her mouth fell open……..forming a wide, red lipped ‘O’
Her jaw dropped……..
Her dark eyes taking all that she was seeing in……….
At first not comprehending………..
She blinked twice…..very fast
Then………

GATWICK AIRPORT

Inspector Blake was still quietly smoking………..his legs casually crossed over
He was admiring the highly polished sheen on his extended black leather shoe……..
He liked to maintain a military shine to his footwear whenever feasibly possible…….

He was on his fourth Turkish cigarette………
He blew out a lungful of blue smoke…….
He flicked some ash into the tall chrome ashtray……….
Careful not to deposit any ash onto his finely pressed and tailored uniform………

He did fancy a nice black coffee……maybe with a little cream………no sugar

Another jet roared overhead…….
One got used to it after a time……one never looked up……………

His mouth was dry……….he really did need some kind of liquid refreshment………
He checked his gold wristwatch………
Well past his time for a glass of scotch……….he preferred a malt of course…….

His musings were suddenly interrupted
The large white frosted glass doors had finally been opened…….
Ah…..he thought……..
Here they are at last……..he was looking forward to this……….
He was not to be disappointed………

Blake stopped inhaling……..
His sly grin was frozen to his rat like face……..
He was utterly mesmerized…….

Two black uniformed female custom and excise officers exited the doorway……and walked from behind the inspection counter……..
The younger one with dark hair…….tight on her skull, high on her forehead……..twisted in a tight bun on the back of her head……..
Her service cap in one hand…….the other hand was dusting down her short uniform skirt……..
Blake sucked in the fine legs encased in dark black hosiery……..
The shiny oxford shoes……….

The young female officer had been followed by her colleague……….slightly older, but not by much

She had a fuller figure than her younger colleague…….
She was wearing her rather sexy service cap…….provocatively low over her eyes……..
She too was dusting down her tunic jacket……..brushing both hands over and where her ample breasts were to be found…………..…
Blake could not have done it finer himself………
Her auburn hair was also styled tight on her skull……...twisted into a regulation bun…….
Her black uniform was equally taut on her stomach and hips…… embracing her backside like a second skin…………
Her knees and legs………also layered in black nylon………a slightly different shade than those of her younger colleague………they were made of an ‘off black’ shade…..a lower denier, a tint of grey……......slightly more sheer on the legs…….
The nylons were not regulation………
But Blake…….who knew that feminine fact, would let it pass………and why wouldn’t he
She too wore Oxford style service shoes……..

His once dry mouth was now quite moist………

Inspector Blake, who until that moment had remained somewhat motionless, began clapping his hands……..his cigarette still in his mouth…….
The building was echoing with the loud clapping of his hands………

Both uniformed women approached and stopped in front of him…….
He retrieved the cigarette and stubbed it out within the ash tray……

‘Oh …….jolly good show girls’ he jovially crowed……..

The women said nothing………
‘Bloody well done indeed’……….
He looked at them again……….
‘One really would not know the difference you know’………..he really was impressed

The auburn haired older woman with the fuller figure spoke first……

‘Why…….thank you Inspector…….it has been a pleasure’……..
In perfect Southern English……..
‘So far’ she added………

‘Jolly Good……..Bishop’ he sneered………

But the woman in front of him was not Irene Bishop……..
Although it was her uniform……..

The woman wearing Irene’s clothes was doing a good job at it…….
She just looked wider in the hip……which in fact she was…….
The white collar and cute cross tie…….
The bulge of her bust under the tunic……..
The skirt did look a little tighter on her……but only just……
The officer was even wearing Irene’ non regulation dress tights………the silky smooth off black pair…..
The woman in Irene Bishop’s uniform and tights had been the so called Bulgarian secretary……..the one in the tweed suit….

Blake was full of gusto……..plus a desire to run his hands all over the woman standing in front of him…….

‘All that sneaking around Bishops House didn’t go to waste I see………what!’

The woman posing as Irene Bishop said nothing……...she just coldly looked down……..

And that was it…….
She was not Irene Bishop……….
The woman wearing Irene’s uniform was the actual cause of all her previous worries and marital strife………
Not that the woman wearing her uniform had been privy to her doubts on her marriage……..and on what her husband may be up to with her clothes and underwear…….
The unsmiling woman currently inside her uniform had in fact actually caused them…….

She had been the one using and abusing her clothes, uniforms and underwear………not her David……
He had been quite innocent on that charge……….but not quite innocent either………
David Blake had unwittingly helped this woman into his wife’s uniform of course……..but he would not know that…….

When Irene was at work…..…at all hours on shift, her husband was indulging in an affair……..
He was not at home where Irene had assumed he should have been……….playing the happy and contented husband………
His secret…..or so he thought………
A rather young secretary from his plumbing company’s office………….

When he was out cavorting in secret………this mysterious woman was inside their home….……..making sure all his wife’s relevant clothing was fit for task…….

Eventually, she tried on more of the clueless wife’s clothing…………….other than her occupational outfits
And of course……..being brought up from behind the iron curtain…….
The woman could not resist the temptation……..
Old habits of want and need………of going without still persisted…..even after all these years……
How could she resist the temptation of a few choice western undergarments………dresses, gowns and frocks……
The slim skirts…….a lacy bra or two……..slinky panties………
All alone in their home…….both none the wiser……….
The sinister woman prancing around their matrimonial bedroom……..admiring herself in the wife’s bedroom mirror……..sliding her hands over another woman’s tights or stockings, adjusting a suspender belt strap…….or the same straps on a bra not fitted for herself…….
It was all quite illicit……..decadent……..perverse……..
But the mysterious woman did not care………
After an extensive probe and intrusion she was satisfied that HM Customs Officer I Bishop’s clothes would fit her well…….

Likewise, the younger dark haired girl was wearing the unfortunate Hailey Summers uniform and tights…..
The real Hailey Summers had been right in her suspicions……..someone had been in her flat……
Someone had gone through her things………
But that person had been a little less enthusiastic and obvious in her nefarious endeavours…….
This woman had been more selective in her intrusions………
She had been interested in Hailey’s uniform and accruements only……
After physically and visually confirming that Hailey Summers uniform would fit her like a glove…….she had left it like that…….

‘What a change’ Blake crooned……..

He was staring with lecherousness lust at this new version Hailey Summers………..
The original girl was quite tasty enough in his mind………he had known her for quite a long time…..
Well…….seen her around that is……
He was always intrigued on what she wore underneath her tight little uniform………
He was hoping to find out today………
One of the perks of this job was how he saw it……..
Plus the cash of course………

But this new version of Hailey was a terrific piece of fluff……….hot totty indeed…….

He was genuinely impressed by these current ladies obvious abilities in the art of transformation and disguise…….
He was Remembering the dour shapeless thing in that formless grey and course skirt and ill fitting jacket……….those awful spectacles………the clod like shoes
Dear oh dear he had thought on first seeing her……..
Not so now………..

‘Ding Dong Summers……..have you done something with your hair’ he chirped

Unlike the dour and humourless original that she had been….……this new Hailey piped up….
Instantly there was a change in her expression and demeanour…….
Her stern facial expression replaced by that of a smiling pretty girl……….
A girl where butter would not melt in her mouth………
Blake was again impressed………and again aroused……..

The new Hailey spoke in a perfect South East English accent…….there was no trace of the brisk, harsh and heavy baritone East European that she had purported to have been just a short time earlier…….
This Hailey had a cute accent……
Not the same as the original, but still that of a typical English Rose……..

‘Must be the new conditioner Sir’ she smiled……..not a hint of the sarcasm that he had expected
He watched her touch her hair………..
Just the usual reply he normally received from a member of his female staff…….
It was uncanny……..so ordinary…….

Blake thought she was rather dishy……very much so….….he ogled her busty bosom
Just one little feel he thought………..

‘Maybe a quick feel’ he said without thinking………

The older woman masquerading as Irene Bishop interrupted…….her tone rather neutral but commanding
Her English accent was perfect……

‘Enough of the banter Mr Blake………just remember that we are not one your girls’
‘Well of course’ he stood up…….backtracking on what he had just said……..
He must remember at all times……..these women were rather dangerous……….he suspected lethally so…….
These were not the fillies at work……..or in one of his clubs that he frequented……..

‘Just joking ladies’ he stammered………
He changed the subject rather quickly……..
‘Talking of my girls’……..

The new Bishop gave a questionable look……..

‘I hope they are not too knocked about’
The woman in Irene Bishop’s uniform paused……..
Then replied…….
‘They are both taking a nap……..’

Blake pushed his luck……….

‘Well…..in that case maybe I should take a quick peek……just to make sure’
The Irene imposter cut him off……..
‘You do not have time for that’

She looked at her stolen wristwatch………
‘You need to go and collect our little birds Mr Blake’

‘Oh….there’s plenty of time’
Again he was cut off………
‘No…….do what you are being paid for Mr Blake’

He looked on……..she glowered at him

‘And may I remind you……….it is not an unsubstantial amount’
‘Well……..yes of course…..but’
‘No buts Mr Blake………we will not except any tardiness or any risk in our purpose for being here’
‘Ah….’
‘Do you understand us Mr Blake……..and the people we work for will accept no truculence on your part on what you yourself agreed’

He paused again………nervously licking his lips….
‘Yes…….I understand……...totally’

He suddenly smiled……nearly back to his old self…….

‘Yes……..you are right of course………..no time for fun…….the mission comes first….what’
‘Just like the old days’ guffawing as he said it……..

He smiled at both the dangerous women wearing his officer’s uniforms………..
He briefly mulled on the mental image on whether or not they were also wearing their Brassieres………
The imagined scene left his tortured mind……..
Before his kinky sexual desires got him into trouble…….again

He clapped his hands together……….

‘Well…….I’m off to arrivals……..’
‘Good’ said the bogus Bishop………..
‘And I will be back with your little birds as you nicely put it’
‘Very good Mr Blake………we will be waiting’

He turned on his heels……..a man with a purpose…..
And part of that purpose was to get away from these two gorgeous vixens…….

They watched him leave………silent and menacing in their tight black uniforms….….he tried to swagger as he left…….
But his quick look over his shoulder betrayed his sense of unease……….
The frosted glass entrance door slammed as it shut behind him………..

An aircraft again roared overhead……….

The two bogus officers were now alone………standing next to each other……….
The older one……..spun on her legs………legs now encased in Irene Bishop’s off black dress tights…….
The pair not intended ever to be worn with the uniform……….
She looked at her younger colleague……….

‘You had better go and check on those two’……..again in perfect English…….
The younger imposter pretending to be Hailey nodded…….
She turned to leave
The bogus Irene added…….
‘Make sure all our old things are stashed in those cases……...I think we did not miss anything……..but just in case’

Her accomplice replied ‘Of course’…….not sweetly this time……..but all very businesslike…….

The bogus Hailey Summers walked past the inspection counter……..
And through the frosted doors leading to the private inspection rooms……..

Once inside the younger woman took in the scene…….
She saw nothing amiss………
All looked in order……..
On the left were two large and long tables………chairs……..the usual office brick a brac
The lights were on…….again old style lamps and bulbs hanging from the ceiling……

There was no sign of the brief struggle that had taken place only a short while ago……..

At the far end of the room was another door…..natural light filtered in through the glass of the door……the other half of the door was wood……..again frosted glass
The door led outside……..to a docking bay………

The inspection room looked all business like and proper…….nothing amiss
Nothing of an intimate nature had been left on the white linoleum layered floor………or the tables
She went over to one desk and straightened a chair that had become askew…….

She looked over to her right……..
That was the private examination room……….
This was where individuals who were deemed suspect and required a full search……..where they were basically stripped down and intimately searched………
The young imposter thought that it was quite ironic that she and her partner had ensured that the special room had not been misused…….

She strode over to the windowless door, simply marked as ‘Examination Room’……..her stolen skirt tight on her thighs and arse………her black nylon clad legs swishing as she moved……
Just like they did when the girl who was only supposed to wear them……….

She reached for the handle……..it was not locked
She pulled down and pushed…….
It was dark inside the room………

She stood in the doorway…….obviously her shapely figure was silhouetted if anybody was observing from the inside………..
But no one was there………
There was only silence from within the darkened room……

She reached for the light switch……….just inside on the wall
Eventually there was a click…….
There was an explosion of brilliant light……..this room had been fitted with a florescent tube light……..
The relevant staff needed good light when operating in here………

The room was not large………beige walls…….the linoleum layered floors
There was a wooden chair in the centre of the room…………
Along one wall was an elevated high counter……...ideal for sorting items……..or making lists
Along the other wall were various metal hooks………ideal for hanging up clothes………

Under this line of hooks were the two cheap and awful suitcases’s that she and her partner had arrived with……….
Next to them were also the cheap shoulder and hand bags………
The suitcases looked rather fuller on when they had arrived….
They should be………inside had been stuffed all the clothing they had been wearing…….including those terrible and chunky shoes…….
It had all been a ruse of course………those appallingly dated and stereotypical clothes had served their purpose………
Again…….nothing of an intimate nature had been left on the floor……..or on the high counter……..
All that had been worn or used was in the two overloaded suitcases……..

At the back of the room…….on the far wall was a medical green coloured hospital privacy screen………on wheels, but low to the ground……..
The pleated green fabric screen had been fully extended……….
The bogus Hailey walked over to the screen…….
And looked down to what she knew was hidden behind the opaque green canvas………..

The bogus Hailey looked on, her eyes narrowed………her pretty face smiling a wicked grin………

Lying on the floor below her black nyloned legs and shining Oxford shoes were the real customs officers……..
Although they did not know it yet both were facing each other………both their bodies being in close proximity of each other……….

The confined space smelled a little acidic……..
That being the remnants of the chloroform used to subdue them both……….

They could not and would not be able to see their current predicament………
Their once tightly bound hair was now free and easy……….all hair clips, pins and bands had been removed…….and thereafter used by their assailants….
Yet their flowing and loose hair had still been trapped……..
Their once neat and clean manes had been ensnared underneath the new fangled and very sticky micro foam tape…….now used as a blindfold……..wrapped tightly around their eyes and upper heads…..consequently trapping their hair underneath…….
The white tape would be hell to peel off later…….
Both would lose their eyebrows for a while……….

The same sticky tape had also been used to gag them……….
Although their mouths had been packed with cotton wool the outline of their lips could still be discerned underneath the white tape………..
All one could really see of their once feminine features were their small noses and pointed chins……..

Both the unfortunate women had retained their respective underwear………..
Their uniforms, shoes, slips and nylons had been taken for the purpose of disguise…………
They still wore their personal jewellery……….minus their issued wristwatches……….

Both had been severely hogtied with the white tape……..
Actually a lot of tape had been used in securely binding them………
All they could do on regaining consciousness would be to moan and roll around, and rolling not very far either……..all in complete darkness……..
Their womanly limbs were contorted by the tight tape…….thin wrists, knees and ankles………all connected and severely pulled taut by white tape…………their ankles not far from their tied hands and wrists…….
Their bodies tied in a very unnatural, uncomfortable and unflattering pose………
Bare varnish painted toes……..now naked……..once covered in black nylon and sensible shoes………now exposed……..vulnerable like the rest of their bodies…….
Their stressed limbs now pushing their breasts and groins forward………almost touching each other……..

The real Hailey was easily discernable……….

The woman now wearing her uniform and nylons……..plus her slinky satin black lace trimmed waist slip……..it was one of Hailey’s most recent purchases……….looked down at her like some form of animal savouring its most recent meal……..
Hailey’s bound figure, just in her bra and knickers looked shapely and fit………
It must be cold on that floor thought the imposter……..just in your undies….
The real girl was sporting a skimpy pair of bikini knickers……full backed and lacy on the front………slim on her now bare hips………..
The panties sheer…….underneath one could just see the triangle of fuzzy hair………
Her bra was smaller than that of her nearby colleague…….her bust being smaller
A lacy white push up bra…….with thin shoulder straps……..one was off her shoulder……..it had been dislodged when she had been stripped by the woman now wearing her clothes…….
The torso band was not that thick……..a straight back in design………..it was cute, feminine and sexy……..
Just the sort of bra a pretty, single young woman would choose to wear………

The older Irene was identically gagged and bound……….
Her briefs were black……high on the hip, a little black bow…….her belly had a small bulge……..her knickers were a medley of floral swirls, her pink skin visible underneath……..with a reinforced gusset……….
The gusset and her womanly pubis were evidently on display……..

Unknown to the unconscious Irene the woman outside wearing her uniform and nylons had worn these particular panties in the supposed sanctity of her own bedroom…….
The same woman who had stolen her missing burgundy bra and slip………and the matching panties that had gone with them………
It just so happened that the malicious woman had a nice dress of the same colour……….

But not her bra……..that had remained unsullied
A full cupped and heavy affair, underwired………..a little lace on the trim of the cup………a bow in the centre between the said cups……..
She had a deep cleavage…….what with being a big busted woman………
The bra had a thick u band……..there was a little bra bulge there under her bound arms……

The bogus Hailey was satisfied that the comatose, stripped, gagged and bound women would cause no problems in the near future and so made to leave…….
As a parting shot she quipped

‘Take some time off girls……….on company time’

She strode out of the room feeling no guilt whatsoever on wearing another girls clothes………her stolen slip swished on the equally purloined nylons………all underneath the gagged girls tight skirt……….
More was to come………

She switched off the overhead light……..reducing the room to complete darkness
She closed the door…….leaving the room again in a deathly silence…….

She marched through the inspection room……..
Gripping the door handles……….
The same handles that the hapless, desperate and frantic Hailey had been frenziedly reaching for………a chemically infused cloth jammed over her nose and mouth……..
She could not breathe………
Strong hands all over her……..restraining her
She had to get out……..
She had seen her friend being suddenly pounced on……..and had turned to run
Her friends back being bent over the top of a table……the Eastern woman in tweed on top of her……..pushing hard on her face with a similarly tainted cloth………..her nyloned legs kicking into thin air……….moans that were really screams…………

The real Hailey knew she had to get out of the room……….too warn ‘Grabby’……….for him to help them……raise the alarm………

But all ‘Grabby’ had done was watch……….and he had enjoyed it

The bogus Hailey joined her partner

‘All in order back there……..they will be out of it for a few hours’

‘Good’ replied her older friend, posing as Irene Bishop

‘All we have to do now is to wait for our little birds’

The false Hailey ‘So it begins’
‘Yes my friend….so it begins’ replied the new Irene

The two unformed women just stood there……..waiting
They would not wait long for their ‘Little Bids’……….

So much is happening Thank you for the big update

HARDING & HOWELL

Maze was not far away when she heard the piercing scream……..

She had just left the lingerie section……..she had assumed that Zoya would have made a beeline for this sort of intimate location………
It was a private place for private decisions………and Zoya was no protector of personal privacy………and definitely in not preserving ones dignity…….

It was not Maze’s kind of place…….
The so called ladies parlour of sexiness and hoped for romantic nights of passion……
Well……...that was the general idea behind this chiefly un-wearable, seductive and enticing feminine clap trap……
It never really worked out like that………..for most women anyway
Maze remembered her youth……..just lots of pulling at clothes, sweating and bad beer and tobacco breath……
Romance it was not………

But Maze had not seen her quarry in there……..all looked normal……….nice and pleasant……..it was all very domestic…….
Calm……..
Just a bunch of ordinary females shopping for their smalls………..
A rather fat woman with a basket passed her by, looking all toffee nosed……….or large, she smirked as she saw the fat arse in a brown woollen skirt………

But the scream was it……….

It was an howl of frightened anguish………
People stopped in their tracks…….
Men spun around…..
Female shoppers look startled…….afraid
Hands went to mouths……..
Standing there shocked as if paralysed……….various articles of clothing or underwear just held in their hands…….

Maze otherwise……..ran towards the probable source of the scream…..

It was the closed changing room she had seen earlier……..

Three women had been standing there…..all were backing away…..holding clothes on hangers……
Just then a shocked sales assistant came barging out through the entrance…….
The young woman’s eyes were wide……….
Her mouth was slightly open……….

She was marching at a rapid pace……..
It was not her natural gait or pace……..Maze could see that straight away………
They way she was going the young woman was going to walk straight into a wall……..or fall over the safety rail to the floor below…….
She looked white in the face….all colour drained from her normally healthy and flush face……
Her dark eyes looked a little dilated……..……

Maze assumed that the young woman had received a shock……..
Yes…….she was close to shock alright……..
She had better get over there……..and fast
Maze jumped in front of the marching girl……..

Maze shouted……looking directly at the stampeded girl
‘Stop…….right there’ in her best command voice………

‘Police’ and yet again displayed her warrant card…………
This seemed to check the marching young woman…..whose glazed eyes changed and seemed to focus on the identity wallet

‘What did you find?’
The young woman sputtered
‘A woman is in there’
She spun on her black shiny shoes and pointed back to within the changing room……..
‘Needs help I think’

Maze took off……..heading straight into the changing room…….
She shot past the high counter…….
Through the heavy curtain………
Maze had already guessed on what she would find in there……..
She heard the heavy thumping………the grunting and moaning………..
“MMMmmmnnn”
Coming from within a changing cubicle……..
“ghmph”
“grrgh”
“ghnnth”

Like the young assistant she looked inside………
But unlike her…………….
Maze was not shocked on what she saw………

Inside the cubicle was a frantically struggling, tied up and gagged woman………
'MMMFFFHHH....!!
The woman’s head turned towards Maze………head bobbing; her small and pointed chin indicating for release……
Desperate………
Her moans increased in volume……..

'MMPH PHRMPH'

The head and facial features were somewhat obscured……..
But the body, just in a bra and panties was obviously that of a woman……..
This woman had a fit body……..

The woman’s arms were extended above her head…….tied with what looked like a tan stocking to a wall mounted brass hook……….
Her ankles had been tightly tied to the leg supports of the small bench she had been forced to sit on………
The unknown woman had been tightly bound and was therefore severely restricted in her movements…..
The rhythmic thumping sound had been caused by the crazed and half naked woman reducing herself to throwing her head back against the thin wall of the cubicle…………..
Creating that rhythmic and continuous banging noise………….
Her banging her head against the wall was the only way that she could attract any attention…….

Maze saw that her clothes were gone……..the bra and panties made that quite obvious……

Discarded women’s clothing lay on the floor…….a beige ladies trouser suit
Maze recognised those clothes alright………and the shoes

New clothing on hangers…….prospective purchases that were not to be……..
A short grey skirt………a dress of the same colour……..

A small black leather bag that she did not recognize………

The frustrated and abused woman had just been reduced to a skimpy pair of lacy orange bikini style briefs…….
Maze deduced that she was a bushwhacked customer………..just a normal woman out shopping…..
Maybe looking for a bargain……..
Well today……..she got more than she bargained for………..

An equally lacy and sexy push up matching coloured bra……….
From all her rebellious twisting and turning her breasts looked sweaty………
Her whole tied up body did………...
Her skin looked tanned………….olive in tone

The woman was looking at her………head to her right………..her almost rigid body tied really good
Throughout she was screaming through the black nylon cleave gag jammed in her mouth…..
Only the position of her head indicated that she was looking at Maze……….
One could not really see her eyes………

Her features were heavily distorted……