Uniform Stealing Board

Another spellbinding episode.

Thank You

HARDING & HOWELL

Maze was walking down the steps of the department store……..a lot of people were still being ushered out by staff and the emergency services………….
Only those in uniform were going in………and not many……..
A few people in suits and dark trench coats also went in………...they had ID
She acted as if she was alone………..one hand in her jacket pocket…….
She was in no particular rush……..her relaxed gait and demeanour indicated so……..
She stopped briefly on the pavement……..extracted a pack of Embassy cigarettes………and with a plastic lighter lit one……
She dragged heavily on the cigarette………looking very thoughtful as she lifted her head and blew the smoke upwards………..
She saw the sky………evening was coming…………..it looked like more rain……..
There was no need to run or chase anywhere right now………….their quarry had escaped the noose…….

The supposed fire drill was taking place……….
Customers and staff were being evacuated…………
The noise was like bedlam………..but the people were being organized……..there was no panic…….
The street was blocked off to normal traffic………..
The blue lights flashed everywhere………..
Police cars, ambulances………two fire engines……….
Uniforms all over………..

Maze kept walking……….
This was all part of the charade, the cover up………
There was a cleanup team inside………medically trained……….especially in trauma……..
They were in that changing room………….right now
A discreet rear service exit had been located……..
An ambulance parked in the alleyway outside……….with a motorcycle escort………..

She was heading towards the bronze coloured car……..
The car stolen from the teacher………..an Austin Princess coupe………brand new
A stolen car……..
Its legitimate owner, the teacher………Miranda Stephenson, likewise herself stolen……….her clothes and figure, and especially her voice and face………and vitally her name
What a fuck up thought Maze……..
There was another clean up team operating right now………..at the teachers flat……..
They had reported finding her gagged and bound, a prisoner in her own bed………..extremely annoyed by the sound of it…….
Hysterical in fact……….
And making too much noise………
To avoid any undue attention from prying neighbours they cunningly and gently had sedated her……..once again……….this time for her own good

She walked up to Taggart……….standing next to the car
A uniformed Policeman was standing next to her……….
Unknown to Maze……...even Taggart……….…his name was Geoff Friend………and they did not care either……
Taggart smirked……….
‘Well…..tell me something that I do not know already’
Maze held up the small orange sponge ball……..that was still moist……….
‘It was her all right’ said Maze
Taggart looked at it…….not getting the connection…….yet
But she trusted her partner…….if she said it was Zoya……..then that was enough………

She looked just as frustrated………..
‘The Chief is going to rip us a new arsehole for this one’ she offered Taggart…….

Maze paused in her response………she threw the spent cigarette onto the cold concrete…..

‘Maybe……..…the Chief knows the game, he nearly fucking invented it, success is never guaranteed……..…but she was fucking fast………..good too………very fucking good’

Maze shrugged her shoulders…………gripping the orange ball tighter………..

‘I never recognized her at first………being checked in that is’ she explained……….
Taggart was listening………it was rare that her partner praised the abilities of an enemy…….
‘It was on the way out……..me getting closer to her……….and do you know what rumbled her’

Taggart was intrigued ‘Yeah…..what’

Maze looked at her partner very intensely……….her lips thin in a straight line………her jaw and jowls tense with tension………

‘Her eyes……..her fucking eyes’
‘Why her eyes’ asked Taggart
‘Because they had that look……….she had eyes like mine………..she had the look’

Taggart looked at her partner………she was taking this personal……….maybe too much so……..
But still………she had been right………..the supposed teacher had been Zoya……….
And her partner had been in the field a lot longer than her……….

Taggart tried to change the subject, what was done was done……….
‘So what now’
‘We report in’ said Maze
‘To the chief’
‘Yep’ said Maze ‘He will want it straight from the mouth……..no written reports’

‘Great……..can’t wait’ grimaced Taggart
‘Can’t be helped……..then we start again’ Maze looked over her shoulder……..

Maze ‘She is bound to fuck up at some point’
Taggart ‘Well……..she hasn’t so far’
‘Well she will………they always fucking do……….that’s how we got her five years ago’……….Maze’s tone was nasty……..her voice loud
Maze said nothing……….not wanting to escalate her partners anger any more than she had too…………
Someone coughed near them………….

They had both looked at the Police Constable at the same time…………they had forgotten about him………..

Maze……..frustrated………..wanted to take it out on someone……….

‘You……by any chance, did you see a woman in an orange dress………’ her tone rather sarcastic………

Geoff Friend looked pleased with himself………..after watching these two argue with each other he was wishing that he was somewhere else……….
Now this couple of fit and good looking females……….…….who he had assumed where Special Branch, they must be…………….were asking him a professional question……..
He was quick in replying………

‘Yes………..I did ma’am…………..foreign lady I think……..Spanish’ Geoff smiled
They both looked at him………very sternly………..too sternly
He stopped smiling as the woman who had asked the question was starting to redden in the face……..
He got nervous………..what had he done wrong
He tried to explain more………..

‘Arrived before this officer………just before in fact’ he pointed at Taggart………
He stammered a bit as their gaze drilled into him……..

‘Asking for directions to the nearest tube station’
Still nothing from the two officers……….just more intense glaring………
‘I told her how to get to Green Street station’
They looked angry now…….
‘Did I do anything wrong Ma’am’

Maze looked at him…….stepping closer to him……
He stepped back………….was she going to hit him……….
Her face was getting very close to his……….so close that only he could hear what she said next……..
Her hard voice was more like a hiss rather than a whisper………

‘Do you have a wife or girlfriend constable’
He faltered again………..her eyes boring into his……….he could smell the tobacco on her breath………

‘Yes……….wife ma’am’ he nodded………..

Maze smiled………..more a cruel scowl

‘Same age maybe…………your wife being the same build and size as this Spanish woman who was so nice and pleasant………….like her maybe’

He thought for a moment………..was this a trick question………..
‘Yes…………..I think so, very similar I would say’
Geoff never thought of that until now…………
Maze hissed……………

‘Then keep her close constable………keep her very close indeed’

He was now totally bemused……..and a now little worried……..
What did his wife have to do all with all this…………
What was going to going to happen to his wife……..
But the warning was lost on him……….and always would be………

Maze saw the bewilderment in his eyes………
His mouth opened to say something……….
She cut him off………….

‘Ask me why constable’ she sneered
‘Why’ he gulped……….

‘Because you wouldn’t want her to end up with one of these stuffed in her small pretty mouth would you’

She held up to his face the still wet, small orange coloured foam ball……….
Geoff Friend looked totally confused……….as he should be

GATWICK AIRPORT

Poor Marianna Taccari was being roughly handled…………but at present, she was fortunately unaware of the fact…………
After all, she had been rendered unconscious by the use of chloroform……….
Which was just as well……..
She would have been mortified and in a state of sheer panic and terror upon realizing that she was stark naked……..
All her clothes…….everything……..had been removed………..

She was being manhandled as if she was just plain old heavy baggage…….

One of the now sinister Chinese girls had her by the legs and ankles………..
Another Asian female was lifting her from under her shaved armpits……….
Her head was lolling from side to side………

Marianna was much bigger in build and heavier than her oriental counterparts………

So it was not a dignified or elegant sight to behold…………there was no sign of gentleness or any delicate finesse as they gripped her soft flesh…..………..fingers dug deep into the comatosed girls skin…….
Those fingers would leave marks on that once unblemished skin……….

Marianna had been reduced to just being limp and compliant cargo………like any cargo………it needed to be stored away………..and out of sight

The young Italian woman’s rounded and juicy backside was almost sliding along the linoleum floor as both Asian females struggled in carrying the girl’s full weight………
She had been blessed with rounded peachy looking buttocks……….delicious to look at, mouth-watering……..making one want to pinch or grip one or both of them at the same time…….and hard…….or if one was so inclined…….sink ones teeth into……….

As the girl was being physically conveyed along the floor……….
Marianna’s voluminous breasts flopped and swayed from side to side………..much like her sleeping head……..her large melon like mounds were now at the mercy of gravity as she had now been divested of her very large and very supportive lacy brassiere……….

Her naked body still displayed the residual marks on were her underwear had dug into her soft olive toned skin………
Her teats, set upon her rounded and natural mounds were quite stiff and pert………

The young Italian woman’s wholly revealed and very full figure now displayed an exciting and very erotic characteristic……..one that unintentionally identified one her private leisure preference’s……..
Marianna, it seemed…….when at home, enjoyed being under the sun……
There on her soft skin was the outline of a bikini bra………..

The vivid tan line on and around her hefty bosom was now quite evident………bright on her tanned skin
In normal circumstances, this intimate picture of womanly delight was hidden away from public view………
Now she was being deprived of this customarily and generally accepted level of intimate privacy a female would expect as a rule…….as dictated by society………..and also taken for granted
But not today…….that rule had been spitefully broken………
Only the woman herself……..or a lover……..would or should ever see her breasts like this…….

And now suffering the indignity of the forced removal of one of her everyday bras and the protective layer of her blouse…….
Well……..
Any stranger…….or any maniac……..could just ogle and inspect where the sun had naturally bronzed her curvaceous body……..
Revealing to all and present her once intimate choice and style in ladies swimwear………..

To some it would always be a conundrum…….mainly for men, but not always so………on how females in general could and would in full public view be at ease and feel very comfortable and confident in just wearing skimpy and revealing swimwear...……....scanty swimwear modelled on their equally skimpy underwear choices………
It baffles………
They could quite easily lie on the beach……..…even topless……..in plain public view without a care in the world……..
Or run around throwing balls……or Frisbees……..their breast bouncing around with the effort……..
Their nipples made hard by cold sea or pool water………those same hard teats pushing through their bikini tops……..wet and canyon like crevices deep between their curvaceous breasts……..
Nothing left to the imagination………
Smiling and laughing with long wet hair…………
Wet and sand coated bodies………
Men gawping at them……….they seemed not to care……….
Naked waists and wide hips………
Bikini bottoms mimicking their choice in panties………their pubic curves just as rounded……..buttocks split right up the middle………cheeks fully exposed and just as soft and juicy……..
Their bodies’ just as revealing on the beach as when they padded around in their own private boudoir’s in their lacy underwear………

And that was the conundrum………….

Try catching a woman unexpectedly…….for whatever reason……….in her normal lacy and sheer panties and brassiere…….
Like walking through the wrong door at the wrong time……..or looking out of your own window and catching the next-door neighbour’s wife getting dressed…….as she had left the curtains open………why was that your fault………
Get caught at looking at their stockinged legs under a short skirt……or their arse in tight trousers………long legs in tights, provocatively crossed over when sitting at a café……….or at the office………..
You are seen taking too much of an interest in a visible bra strap…….or when they wear tight and slightly transparent tops……….or looking at their chest’s when fully covered and clothed…….
Tracking the curve of their busts under their clothes………..
Your eyes linger on their bodies for too long……….

Then look out…….your busted
That’s it……….you are a creep…….scum…….a pervert
The world will explode in screams, shouts, threats or even violence……..
Even the Police could be called………..
The scene is reminiscent of the torch bearing peasants outside Frankenstein’s castle screaming for blood……….
They want the ‘Monster’……….

And yet one could intimately examine their bodies in greater detail if they had just chosen to wear a skimpy bikini beside the pool or at the beach……….
And have a nice cooling drink at the same time in doing so……..
Crazy………..
At times the world made no sense…….

But we digress…….

Marianna………
Her large rounded brown nipples were surrounded by a paler shade of skin………..
The paleness mirrored the shape on what only must be the cups of a bikini top……..
Her shoulder’s bared signs of thin spaghetti straps……….

Marianna Taccari had a small mole under her left breast……….
One on her right shoulder…………
And one on her right thick naked thigh……….

Her wide hips and thin waste were likewise naked as the day she was born………….

Upon seeing her swaying bare tits and looking at her midriff……….
Well……….
If awake she would have been horrified and screaming………
Her tights and panties were long removed……..
Her skirt a distant memory……..

Again there was a marked tan line were her bikini briefs had once graced private places……….no doubt tight and secure over her buttocks and loins………just as her recently removed black satin panties which had performed a similar service..……..
The stark pale outline of the briefs denoted their scanty style and design………..
Her cute triangle of well groomed and fuzzy pubic hair……….dark black like that of the natural mane that also graced her head…..………’
There was a reddish line that marked and circumnavigated all around her waist………evidence of were once the tight waistband of her black tights had been……….

When she had worn the bikini a few days earlier, at a resort, on the bay of Naples.……accompanied by her equally buxom and young, and just as playful and happy girlfriends………..she had been content with life…….
They had had a great weekend………..like always………
How was she to ever imagine that in a few days time she would end up being totally stripped naked by complete strangers………..
Her vulnerable and naked body being brusquely handled, touched in places that no uninvited hands should ever be……….and ogled by complete strangers…….and foreigners to boot……….

As if she still had her boots on……..they had also been new, bought for this cursed trip……..from a boutique in Milan……..now on the feet of another

She did not want to go to fucking England in the first place……with its terrible dour weather and its equally dour and arrogant inhabitants…….
But Bossetti was a serious bitch……..no fun in her, always the professional police officer, never the woman………..
She was always out to prove that she was better than the men…….but what did she prove to any man…….her tits were also hanging out………her ‘Fica’ too……….
Someone had also stolen her name…..and all her clothes………
So much for being a super cop…….
And her uncle had been no help this time………he was sick of her asking for favours…….
She had to go……….it was her job to do so…….
That’s what Uncle Aldo had said at the time………if he could see his beautiful niece now he would literally eat every word……

And so now she was paying the price of just doing her duty………all for the sake of the State Police and the Family………..
But that kind of soul searching would come later……..much later………

Marianna had been rendered unconscious and in complete nakedness suitably bound……
Even if she had been awake and totally self aware on what was happening to her…….she would have been going nowhere……..
Her natural urge to struggle would have been useless………..
Her full, shining jet black hair had once been loose and free……….
Her hair still cascaded down to her shoulders……….
But as a sinister addition………
A black airline sleeping mask had been fixed over her still closed eyes……..its elastic strap trapping and pinning her hair underneath………

Her pretty facial features had been defiled………distorted
Her full and curvaceous mouth and lips had been taped over with multiple strips of the white micro foam tape………the same tape used to gag the two nearby and luckless female customs officers…….
Her mouth was full of ripped bed linen………strips of broad and very adhesive tape had been used to gag her………the gag was good and thick and would be very effective in stifling her future screams of outrage and future pleas for help.............

Unlike those two………there was no evidence of the contours of Mariana’s lips underneath……..
Her mouth had also been deeply bunged to ensure a good and effective gag……..

All one could see of her good looks was her distinctive Italian nose……….and her rounded chin
The tight tape obscuring her lovely dark skinned lower face……….the mask concealing her eyes and upper features………
She had lost her facial identity……….

Her hands and wrists were taped tightly behind her back……..restrained low on her back, touching the top of her curved backside……..

Below her hefty breasts tape had been wrapped around her torso……..the tape would keep her arms in place if and when she regained consciousness whilst in transit……..
If she did so, which was unlikely………they did not want her going berserk and shaking the cart to hell…….
They did not want her causing undue trouble………..justified maybe, but still unnecessary noise………
Her knees were naturally tightly tape bound……….also her upper thighs………..
Likewise her ankles were firmly taped up………….

She was completely naked………her large tits wobbling and very animated as she was hauled along just above the floor……….her gagged and blindfolded head swayed with the movement……….

Her soft belly slid by, she was never fat, but neither boney in build……..the girth of her hips, she was almost wine glass in shape………..the sheen of her shaven olive skinned legs…………..the thickness of her thighs…………somehow looking more vulnerable without her dark black tights……..

The sensual and erotic vee of the curve of her pubis, fully on show now that she had been deprived of her black satin panties……..the intimate feminine curve of the groin disappearing between and under her legs……….her buttocks quivering like a hard jelly………..

All her nice and very personal jewellery had disappeared………..
The only accoutrements left to her, that had announced publically that she had once been a fashionable and well dressed young woman was her red painted toe and fingernails………..
She had been reduced to just wearing her nail varnish…………

The two oriental’s were half carrying her over to one of the laundry baskets………..their intention was to drop and stuff her inside……….
The cart was intended to be Marianna Taccari’s illicit mode of transport for a good time to come………via the cart she would enter England………
And not by the government chauffeured car that awaited them…………

And talking of them………..

Her colleague, Clio Bossetti was very close by………

She had been positioned sitting upright……….her back up against a hard table leg
She too had been divested of all her clothing………..
Her attractive head was severely tilted to the right nearly resting on her bare right shoulder…….a shoulder that had once sported a tight fitting bra strap……..likewise the spaghetti strap of a slip…….
There were still indentations on were that strap had dug into her skin…………….

Her eyes and hair were also covered over and confined slightly by an identical airline issued sleep mask……….
Her hair, auburn but with a heavy yellow tint was slightly curled………not straight and fine like her equally bound colleague……..
Her hair was now loose, released from its tight beige band………flowed nearly to her shoulders………..the hair needed brushing now……..as strange hands had ruffled her mane when removing the band and when on removing her gold ear rings…….

Her chest and upper body were quite nude………..after all, her underwear had also been removed by hostile hands………..
In contrast to her Southern born countrywoman………her skin tone was quite pale in comparison
But without blemish………just one small mole near her left thigh………..her skin was pale and soft……..she was lean in figure………..
Unlike her tied up friend she carried no extra puppy fat…………
She was slim and lean………..
Therefore she wore a smaller size in clothes………and undies……….

Clio Bossetti had been blessed with ample but not voluminous breasts………which were suspended to the left and right of her body……….they natural and wholesome, rounded and not sagging in any way………….
Her dark brown and rounded nipples were not as large as her equally comatosed assistant………..

Without the warming security and lift of her bra, or any outer clothing covering her up……….her nipple teats were quite pert………..the result of being exposed to the chilled cold air of Building Ten………
There was a light sheen on her chest and stomach………….her chest rose up and down as she breathed heavily through her nose…….……….
It was the only way she could breathe………….

Clio had been gagged and bound in an identical fashion to that of her younger colleague………..
Her mouth had been fully packed with ripped linen……….the tape strips over her mouth was very adhesive………covering her lower jaw………….thick and effective…………

Her legs were taped tied and positioned straight out to her front………
Again……….lots of white tape bound her limbs as she sat on the cold floor…….
.
Her naked and chilled buttocks were displacing her weight on the linoleum lined floor………
Her small ivory laced panties were currently being worn by someone else……….
Her thighs and hips……..womanly and wide………..
Her belly button………..small and dark……..set in her soft abdomen

The vee auburn triangle of bushy fuzzy hair set neatly between her closed legs………nicely trimmed, not bushy and unsightly at all…………
Her bare thighs and knees………so recently encased in nude light tan nylon…..now stripped and really nude this time………...not barely nude as the 15 denier tights had advertised on the packet she had opened that very morning….…….

Again………...all her cherished jewellery and female add-ons had also disappeared from her person………

Clio’s nails sported a light lavender nail varnish………
The only remnants that gave her the character of a real woman………..…
Someone else was getting dressed as her…………

As the two overloaded Orientals huffed and puffed while lugging Marianna Taccari’s naked, blindfolded, bound and gagged figure to the nearest laundry basket……..

The other two Asians were busy at the other table…….
They were concentrating on what they were doing……….hands moving with dexterity…….…heads down………eyes focused……….
Both were sitting down on chairs……….bent forward

Clio Bossetti’s gagged and silent head was very near and level to the thigh of the sitting Lin Tang…………..
Very close……..so close in fact that all Lin Tang had to do to touch or play her hand through Clio’s golden hair was to casually lift her left hand and absentmindedly flex her fingers………
This she had done on a few occasions……….feeling the warmth of the helpless and bound woman just below her….....savouring the lack of resistance………relishing the intrusion………
Also………
The Chinese girl had sat close to the gagged white Italian woman for a purpose……….
She enjoyed the spectacle of seeing a woman without her clothes……….against their will of course……
She felt no pity……...no sense of female camaraderie…….no sense of feminine outrage at seeing another woman robbed of her bra and panties………rendering her breasts and ‘Pussy’ very vulnerable to………let’s just say further unsolicited ‘Exploration’………….

Not Lin Tang……….

Her life experiences had been slightly different from theses pampered Westerners…….…
She had had a hard life so far………..therefore she was just as hard on anyone else unlucky enough to encounter her………woman or man………….
She only trusted one person……and that was the ‘Boss’………..

At times she looked down at the unconscious, naked and defenceless woman…………
She generally enjoyed seeing the normally arrogant Westerners like this……..so vulnerable……...not so high and mighty as they had once been……..
Like this, all tied up, stripped………..they had lost their haughtiness and overconfidence which they rammed down the throats on those they deemed inferior in some way…….
Lin Tang enjoyed it especially when they started to regain consciousness, becoming cognizant on their current predicament…….round eyes becoming wide when they realized that they had no clothes on…….no underwear……..
The shock and confusion on why they were naked………
The shock of the reality that they could feel but not see that they had been gagged and tied up………...helpless and at someone’s evil mercy…….
Then the struggling and the pathetic mewing began………the muted protests and groans….….loud and angry at first………….then becoming weaker in time as they realized that it was all useless……

Lin Tang tired of these white women……..
They were not looking down at her or through her anymore……….like she was nothing…….
Now these bitches were at her mercy…….

Lin Tang could now do anything she wanted with them……..especially these two right now

They were supposed to be Police Officers………yet they had been subdued and rendered useless in under a minute………
Try that with a Communist Police woman…..Lin Tang had……….the encounter normally ended in blood and a few broken bones…….

This woman……….tied up and gagged below her had been just as soft, fragile and frivolous as the superficial satin and lace undergarments she had decided to decorate herself with…………..

They had both been weak………
To much the woman………not enough law enforcement………….

She had also reeked of some tropical flower………no doubt some overpriced luxury perfume…….

Lin Tang had nothing but contempt for both of them…………allowing themselves to fall for a trap……..so gullible………trusting………..
Allowing themselves to be humiliated…………
Police she had scoffed……..one had to be on ones guard at all times………suspect everyone……..only trust oneself and your instinct……….

But right now she and Su Lee were very busy……..

Even tied up white women could not distract them from their immediate task………..
She and Su Lee were fully engaged altering the identity documents of the two bound and gagged Italian Police women………….

They were very adept and proficient at doing so………they had a small kit in what looked like a leather doctors bag………which itself sat on the same table……….

Lin Tang was a pretty young woman………..
Her facial features, eyes, mouth, nose, ears……..her angled jaws, jowls and sharp chin………her long jet black hair tied into a ponytail…………were all typically Chinese
Yet her complexion was pale……..almost white………her eyes unusually dark………
Her partner in crime………Su Lee, was also attractive, similar in looks and hair colour……....although Su Lee’s completion was of a light brown………a skin tone more accepted as being Far Eastern………

They both liked working with each other…………..they were not friends……..but both respected each other’s set of unique skills and sense of professionalism………
They were a good team……..and served the ‘Boss’ well………..

Both were engrossed in the delicate process of altering the identity documents…………with small intricate tweezers and scalpels they were replacing the small identifying photographs of the women………delicately lifting and inserting new photographs of the women that were going to replace them……….easing and separating the translucent laminates that held the original photos in place………

The bound women’s shoulder bags and purses lay open on the same table……….
All their contents lay strewn on the top………
There was the expected assortment that woman found essential when they left their respective abodes……
Shiny compacts and lipstick tubes…….
Eyeliner, moisturizer……..combs, a hairbrush and tissues………or a handkerchief or two………
The sanitary products in case of an embarrassing personal emergency………
But what was interesting was the separated pile of snapshots left near the respective bags……….
In fact, anything that had a photograph or picture of the real women had been removed their said belongings ……..
There was a tantalizing glimpse on one of the colour photographs……..just visible in the pile

It revealed a smiling and curvaceous Marianna……….standing with bronzed legs together……..her arm around a young, fit looking boy……..
The sun was low in the background……….on some sun soaked Italian white sanded beach……….
The azure blue of the ocean behind them………the white surf receding……….
Her black hair long and loose………
She wore rounded dark black sunglasses……….her round and full lips…….her white teeth……..
But what was captivating was her brilliant white bikini on her dark bronzed skin……..
The triangular dipped briefs high on her wide hips……….her full bottom………
Her waist and stomach……..
Her large and very fulsome breasts held tight within the full cupped and plain white bikini bra…….
The deep canyon of her cleavage………..
The gold cross on her chest……..
She looked like a starlet of yesteryear………gorgeous
Lucky boy………

They both sat upright…….backs straight……..their ordinary sky-blue char force dress type uniform taut and tight on their small but well proportioned figures…………
The indentation of the respective brassieres they wore underneath just visible…………..

When sat down their respective dress hemlines also rose up……..revealing dark tan nylon clad legs……..

Su Lee’s gym shoe clad ankles crossed over beneath the table…………making her knees go wide…………stretching her dress tight on her thighs………

The other two Asian girls, carting the limp and sagging Marianna along were plainer in their looks…….a little chubby……..dark hair held by clips and bands………

Most Western people, as they do, would not give them a second glance……….which suited their nefarious second occupation very well indeed…….

One, who was holding the Italian girl under the arms, gave out a loud gasp of air as she lifted the naked, gagged and bound Marianna Taccari………
The Chinese girl really heaved upwards……….bending her back in the process………..

Her partner lifted the easier bottom half of the girl………Marianna’s slack tits and uncovered arse wobbled in doing so…….her tape gagged head lolled to the right……..nearly onto her bare shoulder where once there had been a tight bra strap……..

The other Asian was lifting up those shapely Italian legs at the same time…….legs now bereft of those lovely soft nylon black tights………higher they both lifted, Marianna’s bare knees bending………..they intended to deposit the young Italian feet first into the laundry basket……….
It was quite a laborious task………the Asian holding the limp upper body and was straining to lift her……..
The Asian groaned in the effort……like she was weightlifting………

The woman now wearing the same tights that had just recently blessed Marianna’s legs and lower private spots briefly looked up at what was happening to the girl whose clothes she had just stolen……..

She had just finished buttoning up the shining magenta coloured long sleeved blouse that had just graced the chest of the young woman being unceremoniously bundled into a laundry cart…….

The woman standing and just finishing getting redressed had once posed as Irene Bishop………the older of the two antagonists……..
She adjusted the collar of the blouse……..making it level and comfortable…………..

At the same time watching its previous owner being unceremoniously slid into the cart……..

The woman adjusted the gold crucifix necklace…..making sure the religious pendant was straight……..hanging nicely above her newly reinforced and supported bosom………

Her breasts bulging from inside the blouse………just like they had with the Italian girl…….
She found the slinky feel of the still warm satin most enjoyable on her own skin………the feel of the satin sliding over the bra that was now her own……..
All of the garments had fit her perfectly…………

She watched with illicit interest………the drug induced girls pubic hair and wide hips had just disappeared from view……..her made up eyes narrowing as the Italian’s tied upper body was lowered into the cart…….her naked and large breasts, the rounded brown nipples that somebody must have been lucky enough must have sucked on at some time….………the girls tape gagged mouth……….the blindfold made from the normally innocent sleeping mask…….the long hair loose and splayed over her bare shoulders……..

She sucked in the sight of those breasts once more, not to be denied a last look……..
There was a stirring between her legs……….a deep throbbing within her gusset………
A gusset that had just recently layered the disappearing girl’s vulva……….now her own would stain these same panties………

She caught the last sight of those exposed breasts……….the pale tan line of where her bikini bra had been……
Delicious she thought………..

Her tastes in sexual partners were very fluid………unlike her partner in crime……….who was rather more traditional in her choices of choosing her coupling mates……..

The imposter was wearing the girl’s bra and enjoyed doing so………the lacy garment was still warm when she had squeezed and snapped it on……..
Before she herself put it on………she had just stood there…….herself bare chested, wearing the girls gold crucifix necklace………her own nipples exposed for all and sundry………
Her hands and arms extended as she had inspected the lacy, sheer and purple bra………..running her hands over the satin cups…….still warm and a little moist……..
She brought a cup up to her nose and breathed in……..
Delightful………the bra reeked of the girl who had worn it…….
Her fingers pulled and snapped back the straps………
Until finally she stretched out the band along and behind her upper torso………and fitted the girl’s brassiere to her own body……
There were a few snapping sounds of elastic……….

Then…..all was in place
She visually checked her chest over………..
A sturdy affair…….with a thick sheer band and straps……with a thick U band design on her back……….the cups were underwired………half a deep shiny purple satin……..the top half a floral lace and sheer design………there was a hint of her own nipples just inside………..the cups were straight lined……….the bra had given her a great tight and deep cleavage………
Her breasts were packed and secure………

The woman had squeezed into the short black skirt……….it fitted her well……..a second skin on and over her tight arse………..
Underneath were those luscious 15 denier black tights…….when fully undressing the Italian on the table top she had discovered that they had been sheer to waist……….no seams on the toes……..
They had been a great choice by the Italian to go with the skirt………..

When she had donned them they had been fluffy, translucent and still warm from the body heat of the stripped young woman…………

The strange and sinister woman had actually enjoyed placing her feet inside the soft nylon, they felt and looked expensive………easing her foot into the toe of the nylon tights……….peeling the dark material over her foot, from toe to heel……….

She gently stretched the material, unrolling the nylon up her leg to above her knee…….higher she pulled……..her white skin becoming a rich black………near her mid thigh they rose, she being careful not pull or rip the soft fabric……….

Past her thighs she had continued to unroll the material………
She continued to pull the tights up further…………

The nylon sliding and hissing over the young woman’s personal choice in panties for that day, it would be beyond rational reason that the pre targeted Italian girl would have ever have imagined that a few hours later after leaving Rome that another woman would be wearing them……….
Satin, shimmering black and seamless……..a high hip bikini in style……..dipping and triangular at the front………on lone black bow set in the centre of the elastic waistband………….very sexy in their simplicity………the black matching that of the tights…….

The waistband of the tights was positioned around her natural waist……..pulling the material up over her hip on one side………..then the other…….
She made a few adjustments……the black panties underneath felt comfortable……..her skin did not feel pinched……the tights felt snug and natural………as they no doubt had on the girl who had bought and worn them……
She looked at her legs……..there had been no wrinkles……….
The girl who had worn them probably went through the same procedure earlier that same morning………
Never imaging what would happen to her later………

When she had pulled on the girls boots the soft tights ensured that her feet and lower legs just slid inside effortlessly………it was nice and rewarding feeling………
The coolness of her stockinged feet entering the hardness of the leather boots………her nylon sheathed feet sliding inside where once the girls petite feet had done the same………

The imposter looked over to the cart…….the gagged head had disappeared………..the young woman whose clothes and underwear she now wore would not be doing the same for some time to come……..
She had heard that Italian women liked to dress well………..this tale appeared to be true………
She liked what she was wearing……..the clothes and underwear were of good quality and expensive……….and all of it fit her well………
She was looking forward to the chance at inspecting what was inside the girls luggage………so far she had not been disappointed……..

Her partner………the younger woman who had earlier assumed the identity of the customs officer Hailey Summers……..was just finishing off with her new look in clothes…….

She was standing…………the brown wrap dress was opened loose on her front….………revealing a short ivory coloured full slip underneath………..the slip hemline was nearly mid thigh………
The slip was again satin, maybe polyester………shimmering and shiny………….the spilt of the slip being at the front to make walking easier…………..matching the split in the wrap dress………..
The hemline and spilt had been designed with a clam trimmed lace………….
The slips breast cups were fully sheer and floral………masking the equally lacy soft cup brassiere underneath…….

Her breasts were not as large as her partner……….but buxom and shapely enough with a decent cleavage……….
With the ivory bra being a soft cup……..and the slip being very thin………..one could quite easily discern the younger females pert nipples underneath………
The other younger imposter had one of her legs up on a chair………a shiny brown high heeled show was resting on the seat of the chair…….…….
The other leg was straight, keeping her balanced and steady……….
She was bending over…………her breasts hanging forward………….her backside protruding via the loose brown dress…………
She was smoothing out the light tan tights coating her leg, a kiss of sun had been the claim on the packet when the real Clio Bossetti had purchased them……….
Her hands were rotating up and along her calf’s and thighs………making sure the soft nylon was smooth on her legs…….ensuring that there were no unsightly wrinkles………..
As her partners hands slowly eased themselves up her thigh…….higher and higher………the slinky slip also rose………a thin run guard came into view on the elevated leg……….so too a hint of the lace fronted panties underneath the gossamer nylon between her legs……..
It was all rather sensual and delicious……..
There was nothing as alluring as watching a beautiful woman slowly getting dressed………..

The new Captain Bossetti had a few regrets on seeing her colleague in crime clad in more suitable and appropriate attire……….
After all, it was a pity………but now unavoidable………….
The more mature imposter had assumed Clio Bossetti’s name……..but not her clothes………
The real Bossetti’s clothes would have suited a more mature woman ……….
But someone back in Italy had got the sizes wrong………
Bossetti was not her size………the younger assistant Taccari was………

Her partner was now just adjusting the belt which synced her waist on the brown wrap around dress………
Damn……..she looked classy in that outfit………more authoritative………..more of a professional look………more like someone who should be in charge………..and responsible………
It was how the imposter wearing the younger Taccari’s clothes should appear ……..and how she liked to look……..
And she……well, she was dressed as a very sexy young woman and all that implied and conveyed to an outside observer………it was a great look in the right place…….
But…………not where they intended to infiltrate………
And not exactly what Scotland Yard were expecting of a Captain of the Carabineiri………..

She would have to just bluff it out…………
She looked at her left hand fingers………there was one ring stolen from Bossetti………but it was not a wedding band……….
Clio Bossetti had just been divorced…………
So that was to be it……..her version of Clio Bossetti would be a woman rejected, lacking confidence……..have a life crisis………
Therefore…….she would dress accordingly………..
A little younger in choice and style maybe…………..
A little more provocatively dressed………….a Venus trying to trap a fly………A woman trying to relive her youth………
She may end up being sniggered at behind her back by these famously patronizing English………
But why would anybody doubt otherwise………
It happens all the time with women in their thirties on the rebound from a long term relationship………..wherever they are from………..whatever part of the globe

So there she now stood in Lieutenant Taccari’s clothes and underwear………the earlier choices made by a younger and more sexually flamboyant woman…….
A girl in her sexual prime……….maybe wearing her clothes and undies…..some of that may rub off on her……..
She had had not fucked for a long time………she was overdue

She reminded herself, being the professional she was……..
They were both there for business……….and not pleasure……….

The imposter moved out of the way……..her musings suddenly interrupted as the two Asian women came for the real naked and bound Captain of the Carabinieri………

She looked on as they both from each end lifted the mute and gagged woman………her tits too wobbled as they both lifted her up………her breasts not as large as her younger friend…..but still a handful……..
Again……her naked and rounded backside nearly dragged on the floor……….


Below to her right the new Bossetti observed the original woman being half dragged carried towards the second laundry basket………equally as naked as her friend…………

Blindfolded, tied and gagged exactly the same way………

The little tuft of groomed golden hair between her legs……..her thick thighs and wide hips……..her womanly shaped bottom sliding by below her……..
The two Asians making small steps……….the one holding the tied legs walking backwards………

She too had been relieved of all her jewellery and feminine accruements………

The new and would be Italian women had finished dressing in the said women’s underwear, clothes and footwear……..
Both were now suitably dressed as their victims had once been………..

The women’s coats lay on the unused second table……….the respective shoulder bags on the one being used by the Chinese girls………

The new Captain Bossetti walked the short distance to were Lin Tang was sitting……….
Her new boot heels clicking on the linoleum floor…….as they had when the now absent Italian girl had worn them…….

‘Are you close to finishing’ she asked……….her voice now in the accented English expected of one who lived in continental Europe………

‘Nearly…….one minute’ said Lin Tang………not looking up, concentrating on what she was doing……..her English perfect with no accent……after all………she had grown up in Hong Kong………….the British Crown colony……..

The bogus Taccari was also now taking an interest in the occupied table……….she had finally redressed, her dark hair held in a ponytail by the same beige hair band used by the real Bossetti……..

The real bona fide woman in question was being lowered feet first into the second laundry cart……..
The Chinese making an easy going of depositing this one…………

The false Taccari saw her stern looking face within the plastic laminate of an Italian State Police identity card………all the other details were otherwise original……….
The real Taccari’s picture lay discarded on the table………the wholesome, smiling and pretty young girl, presently stuffed naked inside a cart………well out of sight……….

Lin Tang sat back………sounding and looking very satisfied…….

‘We have finished’ she declared

She stood up……….followed by Su Lee……..there was a scraping of chairs on linoleum
The two imposters gave them room……..

‘Here…….your new passports and official Police identity cards’…………both of the Asian girls handed over the documents to their respective new bearers………
The imposters took the documents……….they both inspected them………
Their eyes looking and reading……….looking for flaws that may lead to their discovery as being total frauds………

The new Bossetti studied her passport………the Chinese woman had done an excellent job………she could not detect any sign of any alteration in the photograph and official stamps………it was as if her image had been inserted on the day of issue……..likewise with her Carabinieri identity card………

The bogus Taccari was equally impressed………
‘These are good’ she said……..

‘I know’ commented Lin Tang………….she gave orders to her team, keeping to Mandarin……..

The new Bossetti, in her new clothes and still carrying the documents strode over to the closed ‘Examination Room’ door……..her new boot heels clicking sexily on the floor……..
Wearing a young woman’s clothes actually made her backside swagger………
Her hips swaying from left to right………

It was time for them all to leave…………….
And for that they needed Blake………..

She rapped her hand hard on the door………
Nothing………all behind the door remained silent………
He was in there…..she knew that………playing with ‘His’ girls no doubt…………

She had no wish to just barge in and visually find out what he was doing to them both…………
Ignorance was bliss in this case…………

Again she hammered………...she banged harder this time..……………

Finally from inside she received a response…………….

‘Yes…………’ a flustered and very distracted male voice replied…………

‘Blake…….get out of there now’ she hollered………
No answer………..

‘I said now……..if I have to come in there’ she warned

‘Okay……..okay……I’m coming’ he shouted back……….
I bet you are thought the imposter……….

She went back over to the others……..
Finally she acknowledged the lead Asian woman……..
The new Captain Bossetti did not like Asians much………
Her look rather gave that prejudice away……..
Although her tone when she spoke sounded neutral………..non threatening and unfazed……….like she was in control……….all in a low and controlled tone………

‘Thank you……...you have done a great job’
Looking intensely at Lin Tang………..who just nodded back in acknowledgment……..giving the impression that she did not give a shit on what this woman thought of her work………and abilities……….
Which was in fact correct………..

They stared at each other………both silent……..
Bodies tense……….
Their natural dislike of each other was suddenly interrupted……….as the ’Examination Room’ door was suddenly thrown open……….

Blake came through the door……….
Looking a little bit flushed……….hot and bothered around the collar………
He was adjusting his service cap…………and his black tie………

Both women……the Caucasian and the Asian broke eye contact and focused on the eccentric man with the thin moustache………
As he came into the room………he had just noted the two newly dressed ladies in the room…….
Blake slowed his stride…………
Taking a keen interest now on the women whose clothes he recognised……….but whose faces were not the same……..
He was incorrigible……….the appetite for his kink insatiable

‘Bravo ladies’’ he began to clap his hands
‘Or should I say………Ciao Ragazze’

He smirked……….
The women……..all of them did not react……..they said nothing………..

‘Picked that up at Bari………..during the war…………before Jerry bombed the place……….gas everywhere………..frightful show I’m afraid’
Not mentioning the fact that the mentioned gas was not German………hush hush that……….
One of his sidelines gone wrong…………
He had lost a small fortune on that one………..

He acted as if he did have a care in the world……..not a trace of embarrassment or guilt that he had just more than likely sexually assaulted two of his own staff………….
Who were still unconsciousness, just in their smalls…………

The two imposters just glared at him…………
He left a bad taste in their mouths……….
But what could they do……….he was protected…….for now

The new Bossetti turned to face him…….

She saw him at first staring at her breasts………then taking in her wide hips and thick thighs encased in the tight stolen black skirt……..her black nyloned legs in the sexy heeled boots……..

He fiddled with his moustache again…….

‘Whatever you wear you look better and better’………….he crooned
The women said nothing…………..
He persevered……….
‘You both look better than the ‘Fillies’ who walked in dressed like that and that takes some doing Ladies’
He paused for affect……..
‘Like I said ‘Bravo’………….

Su Lee spoke in Chinese to the two other Asians in what sounded like orders……..
They both grimaced at was said………
They had just finished stuffing the real Bossetti into the laundry cart………
Both looked hot and bothered…….the two naked Europeans were larger and heavier than they were…….
Getting them both in the carts had been quite a chore……..
Su Lee snapped a curse……..
Both hurried off……..past the amused looking Blake……….

The fake Taccari wearing the clothes and undergarments of Captain Bossetti placed her new identity documents into the relevant shoulder bag………she then proceeded to done the missing woman’s long coat……

Lin Tang packed her expert forging equipment back into the doctor’s bag………after doing so she retrieved two thick manila envelopes……….and passed them over to the fake Bossetti………

The imposter then looked at Blake………
Handing him the first one……his had was outstretched………

‘Ah…..payment I believe’ in a slick and expecting tone………..
He took the envelope……..

‘As Agreed’ he suggested
‘As agreed’ confirmed the fake Bossetti…………….

She continued………..
‘Five thousand pounds cash……..petty cash……..plus another five in travellers cheques, American Express as requested’

‘Bonzer……all good so far’ exclaimed Blake…….
His look suggested that he expected more………
And so there was………….
She continued……….handing over the second envelope

Just then the two Asian girls came barging and banging through the ‘Examination Room’ door………

They were half carrying and dragging the still insentient Hailey Summers……….still in her white bra and knickers……..
Sort of……..
The bogus Bossetti noted that the young girls white lacy bra was somehow far too slack around her breasts and midriff………her rounded young mounds were quite visible and were quivering and shaking in multiple directions, their movement being quite erratic……………..
The supposed support from her bra’s breast cups was nonexistent……………..
The reason was obvious enough………
Her bra hook at her back had been released………and not rehooked………and why should it be………

All down too and caused no doubt by the greedy and perverse attentions of Mr Blake……..
The pale white skin of her body looked a little red in places………mostly very private places too come to think of it…….
As if she had been harshly squeezed or groped………..

The hog tie tape had been cut to simplify her carriage………otherwise Hailey still remained tied, gagged and blindfolded with white tape………
The Asians huffed and puffed as they carried her past the standing and talking people……..

‘This is your new passport’ she paused ‘your chosen nationality…..as you wished’
He nodded……eager for more news……..
So now he was a South African……….

‘And the numbered account book with your new details and persona……….a Swiss account of course, as requested’ again a pause
‘Five hundred thousand pounds sterling deposited Mr Blake’

She looked at him……..
‘As agreed’

He licked his lips…….and smiled

‘Well………that’s all certainly spiffing and tip top’ he chortled……….all crooked teeth and moustache………

As he said these words he inserted the envelopes inside his tunic…….
As he was stuffing the wadded brown paper inside the tight space………

‘Are not you going to check it all Mr Blake’ the older woman now in her stolen clothes and speaking in her false continental accent………..

Blake finished his business and looked at her………..
He looked at her again……..or more correctly at parts of her………

Fair play……..she had smashing tits……….
Was she wearing the clothes of the younger dishy Italian……….the one with the cracking thick thighs and hips………
He had not failed to get his fill of the young Italian sitting in the back of his car with her short skirt……her crossed black sheathed legs………those sexy boots………
He recognised that outfit alright………
For some reason she had not changed clothes with the older Bossetti……….someone a little more compatible………..
The other dish was wearing Bossetti’s clothes……….
That was all rather odd………….
Oh well…….none of his business he supposed……..

‘Honour among thieves what…….no need’ he chortled………….

‘Very well’ she turned on her booted heel…………

The two Chinese girls had finished stuffing the unfortunate Hailey Summers into the already occupied laundry basket…….
The cart’s canvas sides were bulging……………
Crammed full of young, warm and soft naked female flesh…………
Packed with soft white and tanned breasts and buttocks……… unknowingly the two woman had been left in very compressed and undignified physical positions……..

Both gagged and blindfolded……….and bound………….

Marianna, the Italian, had the gagged face of the English girl, Hailey in a very strange place……………
Normally…….and being conscious, she would have been outraged…….no doubt throwing her fists and having one of those famous Latin temper tantrums………
She would have been justified too……..

Both the young women packed into the cart were complete strangers in life……..but now Marianna had a foreign face buried deep in the middle of her wholesome, soft and bulging naked breasts…………
Only one of her frequent lovers was allowed there……….and when she demanded it………and for no other reason…….
And never another woman………

The compressed face of Hailey Summers had slightly flattened Marianna’s bulbous chest…………causing them to squash a little flat……………….
Hailey’s tape gagged cheeks rubbing on stiff nipples on either side……..
Her nose compacted against the Italians chest bone……….right in the centre where her tits separated…….

Hailey’s limp figure was facing downwards………laid on top and over that of the naked Marianna…….…her loosened bra band upon her back facing anyone looking in………….
The white band swinging from her torso………the bra straps loose on her shoulder………..
Her arms behind her back………..her tightly taped wrists near the base of her spine……….

With her bra loosened and useless, her back was now fully exposed………there was the line and indentation of her spine running down her back………….
A few dark moles on her shoulders………one at the base of her ribcage……….
The curve or her waist………..the widening of her hips…….
The shiny brilliant white of the elastic waistband of her knickers……..
The wide and peachy curve of her rounded rump cheeks, hidden under the shimmering white satin…..thrust up slightly into the air……..
Hailey’s bikini panties had a thin trim on all the edges…….delicate feminine embroidery………
In places, the once immaculate ladies undies had been smudged with a little floor grime…….caused when her backside had momentarily made contact with the linoleum layered floor…………
Hailey’s bare legs were hidden underneath the tangle of limbs……..both the girls taped legs had become entwined……….
Marianas’s triangle of muff just visible………..her waist turned slightly……..causing her groin to thrust up slightly………..as if subconsciously she was offering herself to ant passing takers

After stacking the two girls as best a s possible…….the two Chinese moved off……..
Ignoring the other four standing women in the room………..
The two Asians went to retrieve the equally bound Irene Bishop……….

The bogus Bossetti approached the lead Chinese female who looked to be in charge………unknown to her as Lin Tang……….

‘You are taking all four’ she asked……..briefly noting the other two walk past and no doubt off to collect the woman whose uniform she had just recently worn………..

The Asian squinted slightly………assessing who had spoken…….raising her chin to the taller Caucasian female
Her tone was neutral……..her English natural……….and fluent

‘My Boss wants no loose ends here……..they just disappear’ she flatly stated……….there was no indication of any doubt or guilt……….

‘Really…….that extreme’ said the imposter……..who cared neither either way………she was testing………and she needed something from this ‘Arrogant’ Asian pig…………

‘Maybe…….maybe not……..it is none of your concern……..you have your new name and a set of new clothes……..that was the deal and all that is required by us’……..staring intently………expecting trouble…….or maybe a double cross……….

The taller false Bossetti did not like the tone of voice from what she considered a lower type of woman…….but she let it pass……..
She had no choice…………their ‘Boss’ was powerful………
Central had warned them not to be hasty and not to underestimate them as just ‘Capitalist Gangsters’……….decadent and cheap crooks………..
Their organization was more than that………they were not to be trifled with……..even by a powerful state security apparatus……….such as that in which they both belonged………

Plus they both needed something…….due to someone screwing up on intelligence in Rome………

‘There is one thing further you can do for us’ she casually suggested………..
The request drew no interest whatsoever……….

The Chinese bitch just stood there………..all arrogant……..dark tan nylon layered legs wide apart and white sports trainers on her feet………..
Her uniform dress tight on her small yet fit looking body……….
The Asian female discreetly shifted her balance…….placing her feet in a Tee position……..

There had been no instant compliance at her request like Bossetti expected………….

The other two Chinese had just exited the Examination Room……..
Their presence broke some of the unexpected tension……….

Again they were both lifting and half dragging a partially clothed female……..
The second female customs officer………..sill unconscious and gagged and bound………

Irene Bishops bonds had also been readjusted………the hogtie linking tape had been removed………but she was still tape tied and gagged………and tape masked her eyes………ruining her trapped auburn coloured hair…….

Being a bigger boned and heavier woman Irene’s arse also slid along the plastic layered floor………the two Asians had struggled with the lighter Hailey………more so now with this one………….
Dust had accumulated on the back of Irene’s rather large, over the hip and intricately laced fronted support panties………staining the once clean and shiny black satin with a layer of white dirt ……….

Her heavy and very supportive white bra was still in place………. as when she had slipped and squeezed her tits into it earlier in the day……
Within the sanctity of her own bedroom…….and in private of course………

Unbeknownst and thankfully for her she was now being manhandled in just her undies by two sinister Asian women…….
For what purpose she would never really know……….

The imposter ignored the half naked woman moving past her………

‘As a favour’ suggested Bossetti………….
Still there was a pause…….there was no instant positive reply………there was not that look of a servant being told what to do by the mistress……….
And that angered the East European………….but still she bit her tongue………

‘An important favour………otherwise all this will be for nothing’

Finally……..she noted the blink in the Asians eyes…….the focusing…….
That last sentence had done the trick……….

‘Really……….’ Lin Tang ventured………
‘How’…………

Jesus thought the new Bossetti………she is testing my patience……….
She persevered…….
The fake Marianna and the very original Su Lin stood in the background………they were discreetly reassuming positions……...both thinking on attacking each other on the faintest hint of an aggressive movement by any of their respective partners………
Both women were aware on what the other was doing……...

The sham image of Clio Bossetti slowly ambled over to her cohort………who happened to be wearing Clio Rossetti’s full range of clothing………
Lin Tangs head tracked her movements……her body remained static………….
Lin Tang watched this pale woman………who she instinctively disliked……….reach for the collar of her partners brown dress……….
The woman fingered the light polyester and nylon mix material………….caressing the material through her forefinger and thumb………
The woman wearing the dress just stood there………

Still looking at Lin Tang the white woman flatly stated………..
‘All this was supposed to fit me……….’
Tin Tang said nothing……..
‘There appears we have made a mistake’ there was an emphasis on the ‘We’………..

Lin Tang knew there was no ‘We’ at fault………
It was ‘Them’………..
But she too had been warned not to cross these two……..just get the job done………it was important to the ‘Boss’………..
He wanted no complications………Yet

Finally Lin Tang replied………
‘How can we help’ she offered………her tone giving nothing away…….

The fake Bossetti smiled…….
That was better……..progress at last…………

Now she sounded like she was giving orders………..

‘At the hotel, the Imperial……..tonight……..we need two seamstresses………very professional and very fast in their work……….you people should now all about tailoring’

And as an intended and added insult ‘Laundry’

Lin Tang did not redden or bristle……….
But she did think to herself……….I will remember you………..

‘That’s all…….’Lin Tang enquired………….she expected something else………something more complicated and even dangerous………for her and her girls at least……….

‘That is all’ said the bogus Italian………as she was dismissing them from a parade………..
The white woman observed the Asian just looking at her……….she had expected to be asked why……..
Still nothing……..
So just in case her orders had not been understood……..or this ‘Chink’ was just plain simple the imposter elaborated on her request……..

In a very slow manner normally reserved for those with hard of hearing she began………..

‘It’s their uniforms………no doubt packed within their luggage……..they all need adjusting……..taken in and out……..so that we can fit in them ’

Still nothing from this idiot thought the imposter……those arrogant black eyes……….looking straight through her……….
She continued nevertheless……….

‘Someone got their respective sizes wrong………..we have their names…………but not their clothes………we had to swap’ still in her slow drawl……….as if speaking to a retard………..

‘We can use their normal and ordinary clothes……..like now’ she indicated with a show of hands over her partner and herself………….like some kind of mime show for children……….
Then she explained her last…………

‘But their uniforms are different……….we cannot swap them……….maybe on the shirts…….’
Still nothing from Lin Tan……….

‘Understandee’ smirked the bogus Bossetti……….

Lin Tang still said nothing……..
All she wanted to do was to viciously chop this woman in the throat……..
And break the neck of the other one………..

Then suddenly……….with total self control
She turned on her heel………..
‘They will be there one hour after you check in……..and very professional………they may even iron your knickers for you’

The bogus Clio went red in the face………..and gritted her white teeth……….
But she could do nothing either………….

Lin Tang spoke fast and short to her girls……….in Chinese………who were just pushing the gagged and blindfolded head of the unfortunate Irene down into the cart………
Her once neat hair a total mess under that white tape………her face obscured by even more………wrapped tightly around her mouth………..
She was unrecognisable from the attractive and smartly uniformed woman who had initially and much earlier entered Building Ten.....................

Lin Tang was basically saying to gather up all the abandoned female clothing and shoes………all their bric a brac of womanhood………and all of it into the cart………

And get those four into the back of the van………….
She wanted to leave now………before something most regrettable occurred………

She turned to the two Caucasian women………..

‘We must leave now…….our part is done’
‘Take their bags and coats……….we will dispose of all the things you arrived in’

The bogus Bossetti wanted to leave now…………so too the fake Marianna Taccari…….
They had a rendezvous to keep……..
They well redressed women moved towards the laden tables……….

Blake had just stood still throughout……looking rather happy with himself………..
He had enjoyed the verbal exchange and physical posturing……..the parrying of wills between two strong females……..
Pity there had been no cat fight……..but he had suspected that if those two had gone to blows it would have been more than that…………

He breathed in deeply……….the room just gushed with the tang and odour of multiple women…………..
Perfume………deodorant, hairspray………..the smell of their clothes………..the mustiness of used underwear……….and Boy he thought………certain ladies undies were getting their monies worth today alright……..
Hot sweaty gussets of soft nylon tights………..supposedly discreet and never seen panties……….
Brassieres still slightly moist under the cups from recent use by their original wearers…………
The fragrance of naked bodies……..tinged with a little sweat……….

Fuck the money he thought……..he was getting paid enough as it is………..

His lurid musings were suddenly interrupted…………..

‘Mr Blake’ said Bossetti……..again

‘Yes’ he answered……….
Gathering his wits about him……..the vivid and sexually explicit visions leaving his mind……..temporarily at least………….