Helen saw the woman come to some sort of military attention…….she was obviously Italian……..straighten her back and pull her shoulders back…….the dark and stylish tunic became even tighter on that slim waist and large chest……….
Her bosom underneath all that clothing burst forward……….
Was a button going to fly off and hit in the face thought Helen……..she must be wearing one hell of a bra to keep all that in………..
At the surreptitious vision of this woman just in her bra flashed into her mind……….
Helen felt a jolt
She suddenly felt a strong tingle, almost an electric jerk shoot between her legs………..getting stronger and stronger………almost an ache………
Helen knew what that signified……..and not here……..not now………….her own panties and tights would and could not take it……….and it was still early in the day………..
Helen suddenly pushed her seat back and crossed over her legs…….
There was the rustle and swish of soft fabric as she did so……..
Whereupon she squeezed her thighs together hard……her buttocks tightened………very hard indeed she pressed and tried to think of something else……..desperately……..
She ignored the three good looking women…….especially Miss Big Tits………and checked the time on her small ladies gold wristwatch………
She then reopened her ledger and with shaking fingers grabbed her fountain pen………her legs nyloned legs crossed and tight………..very tight indeed………
The oblivious uniformed women moved off to take a place on fine seats situated along the wall near the door……..
Near the door was also a hat and coat stand……..
The faux Italians proceeded to hang their coats and handbags by their straps……….
The briefcases at the base of their chosen chairs………
Yates took a seat opposite them………her hand sliding under her skirt as she sat down……..her black stockinged knees close together…….
No sign of her slip thought Bossetti……….as she likewise positioned her derriere on her own chair……..
Taccari likewise kept her tan hosed knees closely together………her back straight……..she had removed her service cap and placed it on her gray skirted lap…….
No so Captain Bossetti……she kept her cap on……..and made a great display of crossing over her lusciously black nyloned legs………
She had not been oblivious to the sly glances taking at her breasts………..
She was after a reaction……..she was looking for a weakness
And her efforts had paid off……..
But not on who she really wanted to impress with her body……..
Yates had not even noticed her legs……..or her by the looks of it………
She was flogging a dead horse there……..Yates was straight by the looks of it……..a damn pity there as the fake Italian really fancied this English woman……….
As they would say ‘Get inside her pants’…………..
But someone else had taken her seductive bait………
The officious, thin and plain looking secretary…………
Bossetti…….or the woman claiming to be her had a sixth sense on detecting lesbians……..
After all………she was at times one herself……….she had to be……..in her profession one had to assume and adopt the preferences of both sexes…….
The gnarly secretary had definitely taken on what she thought was a sneak peak at her breasts, which she herself had done much to expose……..and also her legs as she had crossed them over………the exaggerated movement had obviously made her skirt rise up her thigh………revealing those stolen tights she had so enjoyed slipping on earlier………
No doubt the secretary from where she was sitting could observe a good portion of her strong looking thigh………sheathed in those expensive and silky black tights that had once graced the limbs of the real and oh so straight and proper Captain Bossetti……..
For some reason the real woman’s tights that came with the uniform fitted her…….nothing else did……
Her partner, sitting next to her was currently wearing the Captain’s clothes and smalls………..
Bossetti pretended that she had an itch……she lightly scratched her thigh…..looking absentmindedly……..but she was carefully watching the secretary………sliding her hand along her nylon layered thigh………
She peaked out of the corner of her eye……..
Yates was adjusting her briefcase on the floor…….and so distracted…….
Yes……the thin woman was pretending to study some paperwork…….her head forward…….
She was using her spectacles to hide were her eyes were actually looking………
And the woman was looking at her legs……the eyes darting back and fore……stealing what she thought were secret glances……..
The fake Bossetti was satisfied…….for now she had discovered enough
The Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police own Secretary was a lesbian, of that she was sure…….
She must be privy to quite a lot of information……..and secrets……..all those little titbits that secretaries of powerful people tended to pick up…….it was the same everywhere……..
Information that she knew would be denied them……..regardless of what they would say at this interview………
Inwardly she was pleased with herself………
She had only been in the building fifteen minutes and had made a breakthrough already………
The buzzer of the intercom situated on the secretary’s desk came to life………
All three uniformed women sat up straight……..Bossetti lowered her legs………and adjusted her stolen skirt………..
A thin red varnished finger pressed down on a black switch……….
Helen Sale cleared her throat………
Her cultured voice now filled with a polite respect and certainly with deference……..
‘Yes Sir Russell’ her tone that of girl half her age………
The fake Bossetti noted the change in behaviour……….so, not always the little spinster she pretended to be…….
It seemed the secretary could fake being sultry when it suited her..…….what else could she fake wondered the spy……….
A loud booming male voice was heard at the other end of the gray, government issued office intercom and telephone switchboard……..
‘Ah……Miss Sale……..have our guests from Italy arrived…….’said the commanding voice……..
Helen Sale only allowed the ‘Blue Bloods’ to refer to her as Miss……..
Bossetti noted the name……..Miss Sale Eh!
Now she had her name………..
‘Yes Sir…..and DI Yates’
‘Jolly good………send them in please’ ordered the booming voice………..
‘Yes Sir Russell…….at once’
Helen Sale uncrossed her legs………the ache between her legs had finally left………..although she was now aware in moving that her ivory lace high hip panties were overly moist………..
Thank god the tights she had chosen to wear that morning had a reinforced gusset designed into them……..
Still…….she would have to check later in the ‘little girl’s room’………..
She also felt a little flushed………..
Behind a mahogany wall was a false door……..that led to a small on suite bathroom……….
The other wall hid another room……….
The filing room……….with its large wall safe and sturdy iron filing cabinets………complete with combination locks……..and government warnings on the penalties of ‘Unauthorized Access’ violations…….
A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
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THE INTERVIEW
Bossetti watched the rather haughty secretary get out from her beneath chair………
She spied the thin woman uncrossing her hidden legs and push back on the wheeled chair…….
Both she and Taccari where now also standing……….caps and briefcases in hand……
This was it……the all important interview with the powers to be………..
Yates was also up…….ready to follow………
Bossetti noted that she too was adjusting her skirt……..her hands also straitening her figure hugging tunic………her handbag nattily slung over one shoulder……….
Once Again…….the ever observant fake Italian noted all the personal details on and of this Miss Sale………
Her eyes flitting………soaking in detail……..
The thin woman’s full figure came into view as she walked towards a thick mahogany door marked with a thick wooden plaque………..
’Sir Russell Howe KCB, MC, CBE, OBE, and BEM’…….etc etc
Bossetti noted,
Miss Sale was very thin…….with bony hips……..she had a sunken waist and no stomach extenuated by the light gray cotton/wool and very tight pencil skirt that she had chosen to wear that day……….
The thin and tight, long grey skirt matched the blouse she wore……….
The skirt was high on her waist……..
A black, tight and wide leather belt gripped her waist……..the ivory chiffon blouse tucked neatly inside………
The skirt followed her figure like a second skin…….the split designed at the rear allowed her to walk comfortably……..but never to be able to run……...and why would she…………
Bossetti detected the swish of satin on cotton underneath that skirt…….also of nylon………no doubt the womanly result of her nylon sheathed legs sliding under the satin slip that she had worn………
The skirts hemline reached to her thin upper calf’s………
Bossetti noted that the skirt zippered from the rear……..
Bossetti imagined thin legs under that skirt………her thighs the same………thin white legs currently encased in gray sheer nylons……a low denier too, very thin….…….tights or stockings was as yet unknown to Bossetti…….
She was yet to know that Helen Sale always favoured tights at work………
But Bossetti reasoned that this snooty and self important Miss Sale looked like the type who would prefer to wear a garter belt under her clothes…….
She looked and dressed very conservative……….yet very smart
Her clothes looked rather expensive………
And Bossetti liked expensive……….
Her shoes were high healed, a thin heel……….made of a shiny gray leather…………well arched and open on the foot……..complete with a pointed toe…….
Nice shoes those thought the fake Italian……..
The imposter briefly licked her lips at the thought of hidden seamed and varnished toes within those pointed shoes……….
But Bossetti was always realistic in her odd desires………when on the job she never became reckless……
She knew straight away……..that she could never impersonate the secretary………and definitely never fit into her clothing………and she meant all her attire………..every last stitch of it………..
But Sale was becoming important………she had realised this fact straight away on seeing her….…….especially after noting this woman was taking an interest in her body……….
There was hidden weakness there………ready to be exploited……….
This on the surface and seemingly arrogant and pompous plain looking woman had a head full of knowledge………..knowledge that Bossetti could use in the success of their mission…..
She needed that information locked away in the woman’s brain…….
Her secrets……….and no doubt those of her chief………….
Yet how could she access that information………without resorting to force
Bossetti had a plan in mind already……..a plan that she had used many times before………and it would involve seducing this woman now walking to the commissioner’s office door………..
The three uniformed women were now slowly walking behind the lone secretary……….
Bossetti soaked in new details of the unawares woman as she too adjusted her uniform……….readying herself for the interview
Sale’s back and rear were now in plain sight……..the skirt sat straight on her rump…….not much of a backside there, nothing much to squeeze or get your teeth into if one was that way inclined……
And the imposter was…………
Sale had not been blessed by nature on having the typical large and rounded curves on her bum…….which was very typical of the three good looking policewomen………
As Bossetti got closer she could discern the back of the full slip under the semi transparent blouse………not white, ivory, same colour as the blouse…….full silk or satin by the look of it, no lace, no sign of her bra band either…………...she also took in the thicker straps of the woman’s brassiere underneath those of the said slip…….
Bossetti noted she had chosen a full slip, not a half or waist slip………hiding your bra eh!.........very professional, tasteful and proper for her working environment……..
Ms Sale was no exhibitionist it seems………..and definitely no office tease
Sale opened the door, upon entering she stood to one side……...wishing to let the three uniformed women pass…….as per protocol
Nicola Yates was first through the door………followed by the so called Marianna Taccari, her hips and peachy arse swinging and bouncing under her tight gray state police skirt……..
The secretary took a glance at that spectacle too…………
The Captain was the last……...passing very close………very close indeed………..to the unsuspecting Sale woman……..
As Bossetti passed by she smelled the distinct odour of lavender………
She paused……
She purposely held the woman’s eyes to hers………
Through her thick framed spectacles…………..the woman stared back
Sale had a face that would not break a man’s hearts……..too stern, uncompromising……...there was no fun there…….
But she dressed like a real woman…….a little conservative maybe…..but still a real woman…….
Where a man may not find any allure or excitement……...maybe another woman could……
She held the gaze…….both staring briefly………both making undue eye contact………
Bossetti almost whispered………
‘Thank You…….you have been most kind’ in her best erotic sounding continental accent……..
The woman blinked………her eyes very quickly shifted to the large bulge of the Italian’s chest under the tunic……..so close that she could have touched those breasts with minimum of effort……..and Helen Sale wanted to……….
It was the way that this large and attractive Italian female had looked at her………right from the beginning…..
Bossetti watched the rather haughty secretary get out from her beneath chair………
She spied the thin woman uncrossing her hidden legs and push back on the wheeled chair…….
Both she and Taccari where now also standing……….caps and briefcases in hand……
This was it……the all important interview with the powers to be………..
Yates was also up…….ready to follow………
Bossetti noted that she too was adjusting her skirt……..her hands also straitening her figure hugging tunic………her handbag nattily slung over one shoulder……….
Once Again…….the ever observant fake Italian noted all the personal details on and of this Miss Sale………
Her eyes flitting………soaking in detail……..
The thin woman’s full figure came into view as she walked towards a thick mahogany door marked with a thick wooden plaque………..
’Sir Russell Howe KCB, MC, CBE, OBE, and BEM’…….etc etc
Bossetti noted,
Miss Sale was very thin…….with bony hips……..she had a sunken waist and no stomach extenuated by the light gray cotton/wool and very tight pencil skirt that she had chosen to wear that day……….
The thin and tight, long grey skirt matched the blouse she wore……….
The skirt was high on her waist……..
A black, tight and wide leather belt gripped her waist……..the ivory chiffon blouse tucked neatly inside………
The skirt followed her figure like a second skin…….the split designed at the rear allowed her to walk comfortably……..but never to be able to run……...and why would she…………
Bossetti detected the swish of satin on cotton underneath that skirt…….also of nylon………no doubt the womanly result of her nylon sheathed legs sliding under the satin slip that she had worn………
The skirts hemline reached to her thin upper calf’s………
Bossetti noted that the skirt zippered from the rear……..
Bossetti imagined thin legs under that skirt………her thighs the same………thin white legs currently encased in gray sheer nylons……a low denier too, very thin….…….tights or stockings was as yet unknown to Bossetti…….
She was yet to know that Helen Sale always favoured tights at work………
But Bossetti reasoned that this snooty and self important Miss Sale looked like the type who would prefer to wear a garter belt under her clothes…….
She looked and dressed very conservative……….yet very smart
Her clothes looked rather expensive………
And Bossetti liked expensive……….
Her shoes were high healed, a thin heel……….made of a shiny gray leather…………well arched and open on the foot……..complete with a pointed toe…….
Nice shoes those thought the fake Italian……..
The imposter briefly licked her lips at the thought of hidden seamed and varnished toes within those pointed shoes……….
But Bossetti was always realistic in her odd desires………when on the job she never became reckless……
She knew straight away……..that she could never impersonate the secretary………and definitely never fit into her clothing………and she meant all her attire………..every last stitch of it………..
But Sale was becoming important………she had realised this fact straight away on seeing her….…….especially after noting this woman was taking an interest in her body……….
There was hidden weakness there………ready to be exploited……….
This on the surface and seemingly arrogant and pompous plain looking woman had a head full of knowledge………..knowledge that Bossetti could use in the success of their mission…..
She needed that information locked away in the woman’s brain…….
Her secrets……….and no doubt those of her chief………….
Yet how could she access that information………without resorting to force
Bossetti had a plan in mind already……..a plan that she had used many times before………and it would involve seducing this woman now walking to the commissioner’s office door………..
The three uniformed women were now slowly walking behind the lone secretary……….
Bossetti soaked in new details of the unawares woman as she too adjusted her uniform……….readying herself for the interview
Sale’s back and rear were now in plain sight……..the skirt sat straight on her rump…….not much of a backside there, nothing much to squeeze or get your teeth into if one was that way inclined……
And the imposter was…………
Sale had not been blessed by nature on having the typical large and rounded curves on her bum…….which was very typical of the three good looking policewomen………
As Bossetti got closer she could discern the back of the full slip under the semi transparent blouse………not white, ivory, same colour as the blouse…….full silk or satin by the look of it, no lace, no sign of her bra band either…………...she also took in the thicker straps of the woman’s brassiere underneath those of the said slip…….
Bossetti noted she had chosen a full slip, not a half or waist slip………hiding your bra eh!.........very professional, tasteful and proper for her working environment……..
Ms Sale was no exhibitionist it seems………..and definitely no office tease
Sale opened the door, upon entering she stood to one side……...wishing to let the three uniformed women pass…….as per protocol
Nicola Yates was first through the door………followed by the so called Marianna Taccari, her hips and peachy arse swinging and bouncing under her tight gray state police skirt……..
The secretary took a glance at that spectacle too…………
The Captain was the last……...passing very close………very close indeed………..to the unsuspecting Sale woman……..
As Bossetti passed by she smelled the distinct odour of lavender………
She paused……
She purposely held the woman’s eyes to hers………
Through her thick framed spectacles…………..the woman stared back
Sale had a face that would not break a man’s hearts……..too stern, uncompromising……...there was no fun there…….
But she dressed like a real woman…….a little conservative maybe…..but still a real woman…….
Where a man may not find any allure or excitement……...maybe another woman could……
She held the gaze…….both staring briefly………both making undue eye contact………
Bossetti almost whispered………
‘Thank You…….you have been most kind’ in her best erotic sounding continental accent……..
The woman blinked………her eyes very quickly shifted to the large bulge of the Italian’s chest under the tunic……..so close that she could have touched those breasts with minimum of effort……..and Helen Sale wanted to……….
It was the way that this large and attractive Italian female had looked at her………right from the beginning…..
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And she was good looking………..a mature woman too………and God…….those thick thighs, her legs in those black tights……..her equally large bosom…………
She was to die for…………..
And she had seen that look before………and not many times in her life……….but that look promised the ecstasy and the joyful experience of younger days………when she was much younger in fact………..
Her first being her history teacher at the boarding school……..
She had always loved History……and Miss Bishop had made history even more exciting……….
Her memories went back to those extra lessons during the evenings……….
She shuddered slightly………..almost excited………..once again………
Or had she been mistaken…………she thought not
Bossetti saw that thin throat gulp………..maybe a little shudder……...hardly noticeable but she had seen it……..
A tongue flicked quickly and touched a lipstick coated lip…..
Her eyes went back to the Italians face………her composure had completely returned…….
‘The pleasure was all mine Captain……..it will be a delight to assist you’………she sounded like a lady born of the manor……..and finished by saying
‘both’
Bossetti followed the others………
The door gently closed behind them………..
The commissioner’s office was quite spacious and well lit by natural light………
A large window, shuttered by venetian blinds and curtains filled one wall……..
Again mahogany hard wood walls with teak furniture……….
The same plush and thick red carpet decked the floor………
The dark wooden walls sported photographs of past and present……..royal crests were everywhere……..
The room was a monument to the age old office of ‘Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police’………
There was even a sepia coloured framed newspaper page dated from 1888 that alarmingly declared ‘The Ripper Strikes Again’……..
A large teak desk, festooned with multicoloured telephones dominated the room……..
Two uniformed men were standing up to greet them………
One being, presumably Sir Russell Howe, was standing directly behind the vintage and worn looking teak desk……..behind him a large portrait of the Monarch herself………
He was a large bear of a man…….with greying hair and a moustache……..another colonial leftover by the look of it thought Bossetti……
Hopefully not as annoying but very useful Blake………….
To his right was another man, rather trim this one with jet black hair…….and again a moustache…….he looked rather like the long missing Lord Lucan……….
Whom the fake Bossetti knew……..to be actually long dead………..
This must be Sanders……….
The three uniformed ladies approached…..
The booming voice filled the room…..
‘Welcome ladies…..welcome indeed’
He indicated with his shovel like hands……….
‘Please…..take a seat…….’
Three comfy chairs had been positioned in front of Sir Russell’s desk……
The ladies sat……….making themselves comfortable………hands sliding under skirts……..this time Bossetti followed the others and kept her black nyloned sheathed knees tightly together………
No need for any overt exhibitions this time………
Briefcases and handbags placed on the lush carpeted floor near their nice looking and womanly shaped legs………and shiny dress shoes………..
The booming voice continued………
‘I am of course Commissioner Howe……..Please call me either Sir or Sir Russell……..this in Superintend Sanders……which of course DI Yates already knows…….him being her direct superior and all……..’
Nicola Yates nodded her angular chin towards her chief……
‘You must be in need of refreshment, maybe tea or coffee’
Yates said nothing……….after all these were senior officers of her service……..
She required and needed no refreshment………the commissioner was just being polite to their guests……
Not so Clio Bossetti……….
‘Yes please Sir Russell’ in her quaint and slightly sexy and alluring accent…….
‘Some of that charming English tea I think’
‘Jolly good……tea it is’ he boomed………
He reached over to the intercom and pressed the black switch……..
A familiar and posh female voice answered……………
‘Yes Sir Russell’
Sir Russell ordered
‘Please bring the tea Miss Sale………and all the trimmings’
‘Right away Sir Russell’ replied the voice from within the intercom………
Good thought Bossetti……..
The Commissioner sat back………..crossing his fingers over his chest
The faux Italians looked expectant…………..
Yates just looked pretty and attentive……….as she knew what was coming……
‘I hope your travel and lodgings where and up to par’ said Sir Russell……….smiling
They both nodded, Bossetti adding
‘Very good Sir……the hotel is very comfortable’ her face demure…….
Sir Russell could not help thinking that the Captain was rather attractive……..a full figured bint too…….which he favoured in his choice of women….……..her younger assistant was rather dishy too…….
Bloody lucky these Italians he thought…………
‘No problem at customs……..we left instructions at the main desk at Gatwick……..to expedite your arrival’ he enquired
‘No issues at all’ beamed Bossetti ‘they were all very professional and efficient’……..
‘We went straight through’ she added……….
Inwardly she scoffed at the lie……..
She was thinking on how their security had been so easily compromised……..
On how they had been able……….with the assistance of the Irishman……..….to intercept those Italian ladies as soon as they had stepped off the plane…..…lure them unsuspecting to an isolated location……..chloroform them………stripped them both of all their clothing………..gagged them………tied them……..and within no time at all had reported to the legitimate customs post and had innocently produced their names and credentials……….
So far it had been easy…….maybe too easy……..
Coyishly Bossetti added……….
‘As I said commissioner…….we had no trouble getting here at all’
The sarcasm was lost on Sir Russell……..
‘Jolly good’ said Sir Russell
‘So now ladies……I will get straight to the point…..…you have been sent here for a purpose……a specific purpose in fact………..’ he paused to let that statement sink in……
They both nodded……….trying to look inquisitive…….
He continued………
‘Certain agencies here in London reached out to their counterparts in Rome……….I will just say that these agencies are of a rather secret nature……..well above us in the world of normal policing…….even that of Special Branch I may add…….if that’s not an understatement……and even over me’
‘I was ordered to provide you with maximum cooperation and appropriate facilities’ he paused again for affect……….
He briefly looked over towards Chief Inspector Sanders……..who also nodded, his chin resting within his hand…….
He continued……..
‘But we requested your presence…….especially you Captain Bossetti……….’ he paused
She was to die for…………..
And she had seen that look before………and not many times in her life……….but that look promised the ecstasy and the joyful experience of younger days………when she was much younger in fact………..
Her first being her history teacher at the boarding school……..
She had always loved History……and Miss Bishop had made history even more exciting……….
Her memories went back to those extra lessons during the evenings……….
She shuddered slightly………..almost excited………..once again………
Or had she been mistaken…………she thought not
Bossetti saw that thin throat gulp………..maybe a little shudder……...hardly noticeable but she had seen it……..
A tongue flicked quickly and touched a lipstick coated lip…..
Her eyes went back to the Italians face………her composure had completely returned…….
‘The pleasure was all mine Captain……..it will be a delight to assist you’………she sounded like a lady born of the manor……..and finished by saying
‘both’
Bossetti followed the others………
The door gently closed behind them………..
The commissioner’s office was quite spacious and well lit by natural light………
A large window, shuttered by venetian blinds and curtains filled one wall……..
Again mahogany hard wood walls with teak furniture……….
The same plush and thick red carpet decked the floor………
The dark wooden walls sported photographs of past and present……..royal crests were everywhere……..
The room was a monument to the age old office of ‘Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police’………
There was even a sepia coloured framed newspaper page dated from 1888 that alarmingly declared ‘The Ripper Strikes Again’……..
A large teak desk, festooned with multicoloured telephones dominated the room……..
Two uniformed men were standing up to greet them………
One being, presumably Sir Russell Howe, was standing directly behind the vintage and worn looking teak desk……..behind him a large portrait of the Monarch herself………
He was a large bear of a man…….with greying hair and a moustache……..another colonial leftover by the look of it thought Bossetti……
Hopefully not as annoying but very useful Blake………….
To his right was another man, rather trim this one with jet black hair…….and again a moustache…….he looked rather like the long missing Lord Lucan……….
Whom the fake Bossetti knew……..to be actually long dead………..
This must be Sanders……….
The three uniformed ladies approached…..
The booming voice filled the room…..
‘Welcome ladies…..welcome indeed’
He indicated with his shovel like hands……….
‘Please…..take a seat…….’
Three comfy chairs had been positioned in front of Sir Russell’s desk……
The ladies sat……….making themselves comfortable………hands sliding under skirts……..this time Bossetti followed the others and kept her black nyloned sheathed knees tightly together………
No need for any overt exhibitions this time………
Briefcases and handbags placed on the lush carpeted floor near their nice looking and womanly shaped legs………and shiny dress shoes………..
The booming voice continued………
‘I am of course Commissioner Howe……..Please call me either Sir or Sir Russell……..this in Superintend Sanders……which of course DI Yates already knows…….him being her direct superior and all……..’
Nicola Yates nodded her angular chin towards her chief……
‘You must be in need of refreshment, maybe tea or coffee’
Yates said nothing……….after all these were senior officers of her service……..
She required and needed no refreshment………the commissioner was just being polite to their guests……
Not so Clio Bossetti……….
‘Yes please Sir Russell’ in her quaint and slightly sexy and alluring accent…….
‘Some of that charming English tea I think’
‘Jolly good……tea it is’ he boomed………
He reached over to the intercom and pressed the black switch……..
A familiar and posh female voice answered……………
‘Yes Sir Russell’
Sir Russell ordered
‘Please bring the tea Miss Sale………and all the trimmings’
‘Right away Sir Russell’ replied the voice from within the intercom………
Good thought Bossetti……..
The Commissioner sat back………..crossing his fingers over his chest
The faux Italians looked expectant…………..
Yates just looked pretty and attentive……….as she knew what was coming……
‘I hope your travel and lodgings where and up to par’ said Sir Russell……….smiling
They both nodded, Bossetti adding
‘Very good Sir……the hotel is very comfortable’ her face demure…….
Sir Russell could not help thinking that the Captain was rather attractive……..a full figured bint too…….which he favoured in his choice of women….……..her younger assistant was rather dishy too…….
Bloody lucky these Italians he thought…………
‘No problem at customs……..we left instructions at the main desk at Gatwick……..to expedite your arrival’ he enquired
‘No issues at all’ beamed Bossetti ‘they were all very professional and efficient’……..
‘We went straight through’ she added……….
Inwardly she scoffed at the lie……..
She was thinking on how their security had been so easily compromised……..
On how they had been able……….with the assistance of the Irishman……..….to intercept those Italian ladies as soon as they had stepped off the plane…..…lure them unsuspecting to an isolated location……..chloroform them………stripped them both of all their clothing………..gagged them………tied them……..and within no time at all had reported to the legitimate customs post and had innocently produced their names and credentials……….
So far it had been easy…….maybe too easy……..
Coyishly Bossetti added……….
‘As I said commissioner…….we had no trouble getting here at all’
The sarcasm was lost on Sir Russell……..
‘Jolly good’ said Sir Russell
‘So now ladies……I will get straight to the point…..…you have been sent here for a purpose……a specific purpose in fact………..’ he paused to let that statement sink in……
They both nodded……….trying to look inquisitive…….
He continued………
‘Certain agencies here in London reached out to their counterparts in Rome……….I will just say that these agencies are of a rather secret nature……..well above us in the world of normal policing…….even that of Special Branch I may add…….if that’s not an understatement……and even over me’
‘I was ordered to provide you with maximum cooperation and appropriate facilities’ he paused again for affect……….
He briefly looked over towards Chief Inspector Sanders……..who also nodded, his chin resting within his hand…….
He continued……..
‘But we requested your presence…….especially you Captain Bossetti……….’ he paused
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‘In fact we require your personal assistance in a very delicate and vital matter concerning the security of this country……..and yours I may add’……..he neglected to say any country within the free west actually………..
Both the imposters face’s remained engrossed and calm on what they were hearing……..allegedly for the first time……..
Inside though was a different story……… the Captain was smug and laughing at them all……..
Her silent thoughts were shouting at them both………the fools………
She was not the all so precious and vital Clio Bossetti…………
She was just wearing her uniform and using her name……..
The arrogant fools…….as soon as the request had been made to Rome her people had known about it…….and arrangements had been made………ensuring that the real policewomen would not be at this meeting……..
The fake Italian smiled…….
‘Anything you and your government require Commissioner……….I was briefed before departure that me and my assistant here…..’ she indicated to Toccari…….’ were to provide you all with anything you require’
She moved her hands along her tight skirt…….feeling her strong legs underneath………..
The Commissioner studied her more closely, too closely……….
Damn sexy these continentals he was thinking………not the same as the girls in his force……..it was something about that accent…….the way they carried themselves………
Then shifting his attention to the Lieutenant with the dark hair severely pinned back on her rather beautiful looking head…………
She really was a dish……..same age probably as his eldest daughter……..but not as gifted or blessed in the looks department……..
He briefly noted her knees and the shimmering tan nylons………the curve of her bust under the tunic……..he liked what he saw there………….
She had a cracking body……….
His thoughts lingered on her………Toccari……..Marianna if his memory served him right………..she looked and had the complexion of a more North European girl………less Latin in her, she had a tan alright, but not that natural olive skin tone that he secretly admired so much…….he had read somewhere that she was originally from Naples……..girls there tended to be dark skinned……..or so he had been lead to believe…….
Old Army stories from his cronies at the club who had served there……..he had not
Nevertheless, she was a cracking bit of stuff regardless were her family originated from………
Anyway, back to task in hand he thought………
‘Quite so……I expected nothing less from a professional’
He looked over now to the until then silent Chief Superintendent Rupert Sanders, the head of Special Branch……..
‘I will let the Chief Superintendent explain why you are both here’
Sanders pushed his frame forward, taking over……..
‘Thank you Commissioner’………
He looked directly at the auburn headed Bossetti……………..
‘You are uniquely acquainted with a certain Erica Kreuz’………..
Sanders expected a reaction to that name……so the fake Bossetti provided one………her eyes widened in fake surprise……..her body posture stiffened at the sound of the name……….
He waited for her to say something……….and she did
‘Yes Sir, I am acquainted with that name………unfortunately………’ she paused………also looking at Nicola Yates
And then continued………
But first……..
She pretended to look a little agitated…….as if hearing that name made her somehow uncomfortable……..
She made great play of pulling at the hemline of her skirt………as if wishing the short garment would cover her knees more…….
‘You see, I am more a criminal psychologist…….a detective of sorts Yes………but no street cop if you will; her tone now very neutral…….
‘I hunt, so to speak, my targets by thorough research………….profiling on character traits, personal and professional criminal history……..quirks and habits……..family history and such’……….she had studied the file on Clio Bossetti well…….
She knew what to say………and what she was expected to say………her briefer had been very thorough on that……….
Even on such short notice………
It’s a pity they couldn’t get the intimate fucking sizes correct of the respective women they were intended to replace……….
She was very conscious of that error……….and that she was currently wearing a pair of the real Lieutenant Taccaris’s knickers………and not those of the real Captain she was pretending to be……..
In her slightly warped and twisted perspective on ethics she felt like a bit of a fraud……
Both the males nodded………..waiting for more information on who they were dealing with
‘I use my head, or what’s in it……..I fill my mind with what other people do, or could or would….……..I use files, notebooks, books and computers………and a lot of natural intuition..….....I do not use firearms, edged weapons, gas or batons to capture my criminal’s gentlemen’ she expanded
Sir Russell bristled at that last comment…….flippant Italians he mused…………he let it pass………for the moment…….
‘I was recruited when I graduated from the Trieste Unitis University……..I studied criminal psychology under Professor Waldem, we have all heard of him I think………...I was the top of my class’………
‘Indeed and quite so’ replied Sanders…………knowing this already from his own file……….a file provided by Miss Sale………..
‘Your record on forecasting a criminals future behaviour and intent is quite impressive…………’ he elaborated………………
He too perused the file before him…………there were quite a few pages in there…….buff coloured and thick……..no doubt some were stamped ‘Most Secret or least classified’…………
‘It appears you have a certain natural knack for your work Captain………..a little more than that I presume’…….
He leafed through a page…….
‘It’s like you have some kind of gypsy’s crystal ball……….you can predict their next move, what they will do next………and to whom and where……....sometimes it’s uncanny’
He began to study more the list of solved cases within the buff folder………
‘As if you are thinking for them……..part of them’
He leafed another page……..
‘Your success rate is very impressive’
He looked up at who he thought was Cleo Bossetti…….
Who at the same time was secretly thinking………..she could not have been that good………she did not predict herself losing all her clothes and being trussed up like a Christmas Turkey……
And not to mention neglecting to foresee the indignation and insult of an unknown female wearing her assembly of travel clothing and underwear………
And using her name………Clio Bossetti……….the hunter……….had become the hunted………
So much for being the super detective………..
Sanders, oblivious to these inner musings continued with his accolade………
His voice was full of admiration……..he had been reading of a case he had previously read about and was quite familiar with………
‘Look at just six months ago……..your profiling was instrumental in the Milan Police apprehending what the press dubbed ‘The Rose Rapist’……….’
The fake Bossetti nodded……….she knew all about this case too………
That case had been major news………..worldwide, but especially in Europe
An almost unique case, but not unknown…..a serial female rapist of other females……
So called because she had always left her victims……within their own houses or apartments…..….naked on their beds……...usually face down……..…tightly hogtied and gagged, a silk stocking placed over their
Both the imposters face’s remained engrossed and calm on what they were hearing……..allegedly for the first time……..
Inside though was a different story……… the Captain was smug and laughing at them all……..
Her silent thoughts were shouting at them both………the fools………
She was not the all so precious and vital Clio Bossetti…………
She was just wearing her uniform and using her name……..
The arrogant fools…….as soon as the request had been made to Rome her people had known about it…….and arrangements had been made………ensuring that the real policewomen would not be at this meeting……..
The fake Italian smiled…….
‘Anything you and your government require Commissioner……….I was briefed before departure that me and my assistant here…..’ she indicated to Toccari…….’ were to provide you all with anything you require’
She moved her hands along her tight skirt…….feeling her strong legs underneath………..
The Commissioner studied her more closely, too closely……….
Damn sexy these continentals he was thinking………not the same as the girls in his force……..it was something about that accent…….the way they carried themselves………
Then shifting his attention to the Lieutenant with the dark hair severely pinned back on her rather beautiful looking head…………
She really was a dish……..same age probably as his eldest daughter……..but not as gifted or blessed in the looks department……..
He briefly noted her knees and the shimmering tan nylons………the curve of her bust under the tunic……..he liked what he saw there………….
She had a cracking body……….
His thoughts lingered on her………Toccari……..Marianna if his memory served him right………..she looked and had the complexion of a more North European girl………less Latin in her, she had a tan alright, but not that natural olive skin tone that he secretly admired so much…….he had read somewhere that she was originally from Naples……..girls there tended to be dark skinned……..or so he had been lead to believe…….
Old Army stories from his cronies at the club who had served there……..he had not
Nevertheless, she was a cracking bit of stuff regardless were her family originated from………
Anyway, back to task in hand he thought………
‘Quite so……I expected nothing less from a professional’
He looked over now to the until then silent Chief Superintendent Rupert Sanders, the head of Special Branch……..
‘I will let the Chief Superintendent explain why you are both here’
Sanders pushed his frame forward, taking over……..
‘Thank you Commissioner’………
He looked directly at the auburn headed Bossetti……………..
‘You are uniquely acquainted with a certain Erica Kreuz’………..
Sanders expected a reaction to that name……so the fake Bossetti provided one………her eyes widened in fake surprise……..her body posture stiffened at the sound of the name……….
He waited for her to say something……….and she did
‘Yes Sir, I am acquainted with that name………unfortunately………’ she paused………also looking at Nicola Yates
And then continued………
But first……..
She pretended to look a little agitated…….as if hearing that name made her somehow uncomfortable……..
She made great play of pulling at the hemline of her skirt………as if wishing the short garment would cover her knees more…….
‘You see, I am more a criminal psychologist…….a detective of sorts Yes………but no street cop if you will; her tone now very neutral…….
‘I hunt, so to speak, my targets by thorough research………….profiling on character traits, personal and professional criminal history……..quirks and habits……..family history and such’……….she had studied the file on Clio Bossetti well…….
She knew what to say………and what she was expected to say………her briefer had been very thorough on that……….
Even on such short notice………
It’s a pity they couldn’t get the intimate fucking sizes correct of the respective women they were intended to replace……….
She was very conscious of that error……….and that she was currently wearing a pair of the real Lieutenant Taccaris’s knickers………and not those of the real Captain she was pretending to be……..
In her slightly warped and twisted perspective on ethics she felt like a bit of a fraud……
Both the males nodded………..waiting for more information on who they were dealing with
‘I use my head, or what’s in it……..I fill my mind with what other people do, or could or would….……..I use files, notebooks, books and computers………and a lot of natural intuition..….....I do not use firearms, edged weapons, gas or batons to capture my criminal’s gentlemen’ she expanded
Sir Russell bristled at that last comment…….flippant Italians he mused…………he let it pass………for the moment…….
‘I was recruited when I graduated from the Trieste Unitis University……..I studied criminal psychology under Professor Waldem, we have all heard of him I think………...I was the top of my class’………
‘Indeed and quite so’ replied Sanders…………knowing this already from his own file……….a file provided by Miss Sale………..
‘Your record on forecasting a criminals future behaviour and intent is quite impressive…………’ he elaborated………………
He too perused the file before him…………there were quite a few pages in there…….buff coloured and thick……..no doubt some were stamped ‘Most Secret or least classified’…………
‘It appears you have a certain natural knack for your work Captain………..a little more than that I presume’…….
He leafed through a page…….
‘It’s like you have some kind of gypsy’s crystal ball……….you can predict their next move, what they will do next………and to whom and where……....sometimes it’s uncanny’
He began to study more the list of solved cases within the buff folder………
‘As if you are thinking for them……..part of them’
He leafed another page……..
‘Your success rate is very impressive’
He looked up at who he thought was Cleo Bossetti…….
Who at the same time was secretly thinking………..she could not have been that good………she did not predict herself losing all her clothes and being trussed up like a Christmas Turkey……
And not to mention neglecting to foresee the indignation and insult of an unknown female wearing her assembly of travel clothing and underwear………
And using her name………Clio Bossetti……….the hunter……….had become the hunted………
So much for being the super detective………..
Sanders, oblivious to these inner musings continued with his accolade………
His voice was full of admiration……..he had been reading of a case he had previously read about and was quite familiar with………
‘Look at just six months ago……..your profiling was instrumental in the Milan Police apprehending what the press dubbed ‘The Rose Rapist’……….’
The fake Bossetti nodded……….she knew all about this case too………
That case had been major news………..worldwide, but especially in Europe
An almost unique case, but not unknown…..a serial female rapist of other females……
So called because she had always left her victims……within their own houses or apartments…..….naked on their beds……...usually face down……..…tightly hogtied and gagged, a silk stocking placed over their
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respective heads……….the bizarre touch being a red rose placed delicately between their bare and rounded buttock cheeks……..
The younger women of Milan had lived in terror for five months…………
The Italian Press had had a field day………
The Police seemed clueless in how to stop the assaults………..their investigation was going nowhere………
It had cost the Milan Chief of Police his job………..more high ranking city officials may have fallen if it had not been for Clio Bossetti’s diligent and lonely work……….
The fake Bossetti replied……..….looking and sounding modest………..
‘Maybe Sir……….but she was a repeat offender over a period of five months, and repeat offenders for me are quite easy, they leave a trail……...a method develops……..and she certainly did………….and as well as rape she was stealing from them…………so robbery, theft and rape………’
She paused, looking contrite………
‘Therefore her assaults were premeditated………cleverly planned and executed……….they were not spontaneous acts of passion……..or uncontrolled lust’
‘In my opinion I was too slow in my deductions………not forceful enough convincing my male colleagues and superiors………..too many of those poor women suffered for that timidity’
Sanders saw her look of fake regret………
‘Come now Captain………you could have only taken your theories so far……….’
Sir Russell nodded………..he was furtively eyeing the light tan nylon layered legs of that young Marianna again………
He was pondering something……….
To the Policewomen and Sanders it looked as if he was digesting the gravity on what was being said….
Instead……….
He was going to suggest his wife to buy some of those tights………in that particular light brown/tan shade………they looked very delicate and smooth, almost a shine to them……....she still had good legs did Muriel………and now again he still fancied a good rummage of the old girl………….
He tried to concentrate………..
She paused while remembering…….or giving that impression………
She was slow in her speech……….imitating a sense of regret……….
‘It was unfortunate that it took me so long to work out her Modus Operandi’
She paused again……then continued
‘Her cruel and sadistic acts were not so varied or as random as most others thought……..the male dominated Serious Crime Squad was a joke…….…I should have seen her pattern earlier, but I was initially denied vital access to critical information…………until the new Chief arrived, he knew some of my previous work………and was not so offended by receiving advice from a female……….and a pattern there was……..from the first two assaults………once it had clicked in my mind, her vile acts were not that clever’
Again she looked up…….her eyes earnest…….
‘She had left quite a trail to follow……..as if she was taunting those who could not see it to eventually home in on her……….’
Both Policemen………….and DI Yates looked fascinated…………
‘Go on’ said Sir Russell…………….images of women just parading around in their gossamer flesh toned hosiery was temporarily forgotten…………
He was in for a treat…….but as yet did not know it………….
The imposter looked over to Nicola Yates…….she wished to unsettle her……..a little test was coming………was this English Policewoman as tough as she thought………..
Could this Nicola Yates be unsettled……….knocked off balance………
Looking directly at the rather pretty and dark featured English female………
Bossetti continued with her supposed tale……….
‘You see the victims were all young……...or fairly mature young women in their mid twenties or so………who were generally physically fit, with healthy toned and well proportioned bodies and always attractive……..our ‘Rose Rapist’ was not interested in the immature girlish type’
Sir Russell began to rub his cheek………….
She held the gaze of Nicola Yates………..she liked those dark hazel flexed eyes…………
Another pause………..
‘Rather like our Detective Inspector here………very much so………..’
Nicola Yates remained passive at that………she was not taking the bait………she remained professional…..
The younger women of Milan had lived in terror for five months…………
The Italian Press had had a field day………
The Police seemed clueless in how to stop the assaults………..their investigation was going nowhere………
It had cost the Milan Chief of Police his job………..more high ranking city officials may have fallen if it had not been for Clio Bossetti’s diligent and lonely work……….
The fake Bossetti replied……..….looking and sounding modest………..
‘Maybe Sir……….but she was a repeat offender over a period of five months, and repeat offenders for me are quite easy, they leave a trail……...a method develops……..and she certainly did………….and as well as rape she was stealing from them…………so robbery, theft and rape………’
She paused, looking contrite………
‘Therefore her assaults were premeditated………cleverly planned and executed……….they were not spontaneous acts of passion……..or uncontrolled lust’
‘In my opinion I was too slow in my deductions………not forceful enough convincing my male colleagues and superiors………..too many of those poor women suffered for that timidity’
Sanders saw her look of fake regret………
‘Come now Captain………you could have only taken your theories so far……….’
Sir Russell nodded………..he was furtively eyeing the light tan nylon layered legs of that young Marianna again………
He was pondering something……….
To the Policewomen and Sanders it looked as if he was digesting the gravity on what was being said….
Instead……….
He was going to suggest his wife to buy some of those tights………in that particular light brown/tan shade………they looked very delicate and smooth, almost a shine to them……....she still had good legs did Muriel………and now again he still fancied a good rummage of the old girl………….
He tried to concentrate………..
She paused while remembering…….or giving that impression………
She was slow in her speech……….imitating a sense of regret……….
‘It was unfortunate that it took me so long to work out her Modus Operandi’
She paused again……then continued
‘Her cruel and sadistic acts were not so varied or as random as most others thought……..the male dominated Serious Crime Squad was a joke…….…I should have seen her pattern earlier, but I was initially denied vital access to critical information…………until the new Chief arrived, he knew some of my previous work………and was not so offended by receiving advice from a female……….and a pattern there was……..from the first two assaults………once it had clicked in my mind, her vile acts were not that clever’
Again she looked up…….her eyes earnest…….
‘She had left quite a trail to follow……..as if she was taunting those who could not see it to eventually home in on her……….’
Both Policemen………….and DI Yates looked fascinated…………
‘Go on’ said Sir Russell…………….images of women just parading around in their gossamer flesh toned hosiery was temporarily forgotten…………
He was in for a treat…….but as yet did not know it………….
The imposter looked over to Nicola Yates…….she wished to unsettle her……..a little test was coming………was this English Policewoman as tough as she thought………..
Could this Nicola Yates be unsettled……….knocked off balance………
Looking directly at the rather pretty and dark featured English female………
Bossetti continued with her supposed tale……….
‘You see the victims were all young……...or fairly mature young women in their mid twenties or so………who were generally physically fit, with healthy toned and well proportioned bodies and always attractive……..our ‘Rose Rapist’ was not interested in the immature girlish type’
Sir Russell began to rub his cheek………….
She held the gaze of Nicola Yates………..she liked those dark hazel flexed eyes…………
Another pause………..
‘Rather like our Detective Inspector here………very much so………..’
Nicola Yates remained passive at that………she was not taking the bait………she remained professional…..
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‘The women she molested and played with were all professionals in their occupational fields of employment………lawyers, bankers, insurance managers and the like……..they all worked in different parts of Milan……..but resided in the same area………..’
She paused again………
Still looking at Yates……….
Yates retorted ‘The same area…….should not simple fact have made it easier to home in on the perpetrator’
What a lovely mouth with that lipstick thought the imposter………..
‘Yes………you would have thought so’ her tone slightly mocking……
‘But not our Serious Crime Squad’
She continued……..
‘Also…….apart from the urge to rape her victims………..she also displayed another anti social trait that I will come to shortly………..and links directly to Anna Kreuz’
The men seemed very interested now………...for professional reasons of course
‘From the start……..the victims, plus the medical professionals involved confirmed that the perpetrator was a female……….the assailant always used chloroform to render her victims senseless and helpless for what was to come……….and also nearly as soon as they entered the supposed safety of their own property………always in the early evening or at night’
She looked again at Yates………who moved position on her chair………..
‘The assailant was positioned within their homes prior……….for some time it seems, the intruder made herself at home………..preparing and waiting for the selected woman to come through the door’
Was Yates uncomfortable yet…………
‘These selected females………..and they were preselected……….were either single or in casual relationships……..all were heterosexual……….their partners were not around at the time, they were out of town so to speak, Yes……….this again was planned in advance by the perpetrator………she was quite methodical in her planning’
Yates was listening intently…………..
‘After being overpowered the victim would eventually regain consciousness………normally on their own bed………but they would quickly and horrifically realise that they were now naked……..trussed up and gagged with their own underwear and nylons……….totally helpless and now speechless.’
‘Good Grief’ said Sir Russell……….
And at the same time thinking that he had never tried that on Muriel………she would never consent to that in the first place………and would probably call on his own men to come on over………..
‘Yes Sir……..any attempts at resistance or non compliance was swiftly dealt with until the victim became fully complaint and quite docile’
She paused……..
‘They had no choice’
DI Yates cut in……..
‘You said the first two victims……….and then you started to piece together this psycho’s methods and MO………surely the victims provided you with a full description of what she looked like………or were they blindfolded………you mentioned a stocking over the head, but still……they could have see something surely’
‘Yes and no Detective……..they could see something, in that you are quite correct…….…there were eventually seven victims………..not one provided a full facial description……..but her general build yes………her figure, they were all very accurate in that……...even the size of her breasts were inadvertently confirmed by these unfortunate women’
‘Her breasts’ gasped Nicola……….’How the hell……….and why…….’
She was cut off………
Bossetti was quite calm……….
‘Let me explain further detective, eventually all will be revealed……….you see…………..our rather twisted and confused aggressor had a penchant for wearing their clothes……...and not just any old clothes either’
Nicola Yates eyes widened slightly………but she was listening intently, taking it all in………..she thought she understood why……….unfortunately………
‘When our hapless and targeted victims, then and now very traumatized and quite frankly petrified had regained their senses they were greeted with the sight of a strange woman in their own bedroom, standing over them………and menacingly wearing a stocking over her head as a mask………always a high denier nylon, very dark over the face………..one of their own stockings too……..the rapists own features heavily and suitably obscured to avoid any future detection or recognition………….’
‘Okay’ said Nicola………’that explains that I suppose’
‘Not just standing over them either’ continued the Captain………
Yates scratched her chin with her varnished nail……….
‘The victims were mortified in what they saw their tormentor wearing’
‘And’ said Nicola……..starting too wary of this macabre narration………
‘The intruder would initially be seen just wearing lingerie……..’ Bossetti shrugged slightly……..and in her Italian accent continued………
‘Much to the tied up women’s horror………’
‘Nothing unusual normally with a woman wearing lingerie in a bedroom………except this was not her bedroom and not her underwear’
Silence from all in the room………
‘The perpetrator always selected the best and most erotic and sensual lingerie set that the victims possessed…….’
Bossetti grinned……….her red lipstick coated lips shining………..
‘Oh you know detective………we are all women…….....that special suspender belt, the expensive stockings or garters rarely worn outside…………the sheer red bra, or the tight fitting black Basque, the G String panties……….the matching see through negligee with high heels………those special things normally stored away deep within a girls trousseau………kept for those special moments for a special person’
Nicola Yates slightly blushed at that last one……….
‘You are being slightly vulgar and a little crass now Captain………’ she offered in mild rebuke……..
‘I say’ said Sanders ‘aren’t we deviating slightly’
Noting the colour rising on DI Yates facial cheeks……
She paused again………
Still looking at Yates……….
Yates retorted ‘The same area…….should not simple fact have made it easier to home in on the perpetrator’
What a lovely mouth with that lipstick thought the imposter………..
‘Yes………you would have thought so’ her tone slightly mocking……
‘But not our Serious Crime Squad’
She continued……..
‘Also…….apart from the urge to rape her victims………..she also displayed another anti social trait that I will come to shortly………..and links directly to Anna Kreuz’
The men seemed very interested now………...for professional reasons of course
‘From the start……..the victims, plus the medical professionals involved confirmed that the perpetrator was a female……….the assailant always used chloroform to render her victims senseless and helpless for what was to come……….and also nearly as soon as they entered the supposed safety of their own property………always in the early evening or at night’
She looked again at Yates………who moved position on her chair………..
‘The assailant was positioned within their homes prior……….for some time it seems, the intruder made herself at home………..preparing and waiting for the selected woman to come through the door’
Was Yates uncomfortable yet…………
‘These selected females………..and they were preselected……….were either single or in casual relationships……..all were heterosexual……….their partners were not around at the time, they were out of town so to speak, Yes……….this again was planned in advance by the perpetrator………she was quite methodical in her planning’
Yates was listening intently…………..
‘After being overpowered the victim would eventually regain consciousness………normally on their own bed………but they would quickly and horrifically realise that they were now naked……..trussed up and gagged with their own underwear and nylons……….totally helpless and now speechless.’
‘Good Grief’ said Sir Russell……….
And at the same time thinking that he had never tried that on Muriel………she would never consent to that in the first place………and would probably call on his own men to come on over………..
‘Yes Sir……..any attempts at resistance or non compliance was swiftly dealt with until the victim became fully complaint and quite docile’
She paused……..
‘They had no choice’
DI Yates cut in……..
‘You said the first two victims……….and then you started to piece together this psycho’s methods and MO………surely the victims provided you with a full description of what she looked like………or were they blindfolded………you mentioned a stocking over the head, but still……they could have see something surely’
‘Yes and no Detective……..they could see something, in that you are quite correct…….…there were eventually seven victims………..not one provided a full facial description……..but her general build yes………her figure, they were all very accurate in that……...even the size of her breasts were inadvertently confirmed by these unfortunate women’
‘Her breasts’ gasped Nicola……….’How the hell……….and why…….’
She was cut off………
Bossetti was quite calm……….
‘Let me explain further detective, eventually all will be revealed……….you see…………..our rather twisted and confused aggressor had a penchant for wearing their clothes……...and not just any old clothes either’
Nicola Yates eyes widened slightly………but she was listening intently, taking it all in………..she thought she understood why……….unfortunately………
‘When our hapless and targeted victims, then and now very traumatized and quite frankly petrified had regained their senses they were greeted with the sight of a strange woman in their own bedroom, standing over them………and menacingly wearing a stocking over her head as a mask………always a high denier nylon, very dark over the face………..one of their own stockings too……..the rapists own features heavily and suitably obscured to avoid any future detection or recognition………….’
‘Okay’ said Nicola………’that explains that I suppose’
‘Not just standing over them either’ continued the Captain………
Yates scratched her chin with her varnished nail……….
‘The victims were mortified in what they saw their tormentor wearing’
‘And’ said Nicola……..starting too wary of this macabre narration………
‘The intruder would initially be seen just wearing lingerie……..’ Bossetti shrugged slightly……..and in her Italian accent continued………
‘Much to the tied up women’s horror………’
‘Nothing unusual normally with a woman wearing lingerie in a bedroom………except this was not her bedroom and not her underwear’
Silence from all in the room………
‘The perpetrator always selected the best and most erotic and sensual lingerie set that the victims possessed…….’
Bossetti grinned……….her red lipstick coated lips shining………..
‘Oh you know detective………we are all women…….....that special suspender belt, the expensive stockings or garters rarely worn outside…………the sheer red bra, or the tight fitting black Basque, the G String panties……….the matching see through negligee with high heels………those special things normally stored away deep within a girls trousseau………kept for those special moments for a special person’
Nicola Yates slightly blushed at that last one……….
‘You are being slightly vulgar and a little crass now Captain………’ she offered in mild rebuke……..
‘I say’ said Sanders ‘aren’t we deviating slightly’
Noting the colour rising on DI Yates facial cheeks……
