A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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THE NEW OFFICE

The office space they had both been allocated was quite spacious and bright, but very basic in its design and the amenities on hand……….
This was not the sort of modern command centre that the real Captain Bossetti and Lieutenant Taccari would have been expected to have operated from………

But for the two women who now wore their clothes……….
Well…….
Quite frankly they did not give a damn on office space……if the space allocated was intended as a slap in the face then it had backfired splendidly…………pursuing and aiding any official investigation was the last thing on their evil intentioned minds……….
They had their own objectives…………objectives ordered by others positioned well above their lowly station in life…………
It had been made quite obvious before their departure that failure was not an option……………not for them anyway…….

There were two large windows complete with venetian blinds that took up nearly the whole space on one wall…………
The sky outside once again looked very dark and ominous…………..
It was only mid morning and the heavy clouds appeared menacing to say the least……….it looked like a storm was coming in…………….the sky in the distance looked black and blue……..like the heavens were bruised………….

The walls had been painted with white gloss, they were marked in places……….not very new looking for a ‘New Scotland Yard’………
The equally white ceiling included a long fluorescent tube lighting fixture……….they had both seen the dead flies held captive within………..
There were whiteboards and notices hung up in certain places……….

One Police warning poster had caught the bogus Clio’s attention, she had laughed at its supposedly serious message, at the same time pointing it out to the fake Marianna……..calling her over to have a look…..
Marianna had just smiled………...stating with a pinch of humour
‘Too late’
The poster had boldly warned
‘Beware of Identity Theft…………..It is Happening in Your Area’

The carpet was a thin gray artificial fibre affair………not very clean looking either………..and they also noted black cigarette burns in many places……………….

Two cheap and basic looking desks, obviously just recently reclaimed from deep storage had been positioned within the centre of the room…….
With two matching and uncomfortable looking chairs facing each other…………..
Wire waste bins on either side……….
Most of the table space had been taken up by two white and very hefty looking Olivetti computers………with large bulbous TV like monitors positioned on top…….
There were also cheap Government Issue notepads, pencils and cheap biro pens……….
Both desks had been equipped with landline telephones…………..

Three hefty looking and drab brown Police files sat on desk……….all were marked with a royal crest and had been stamped SECRET in red ink…………..

Nicola Yates had signed for and had collected the files from the officious care of Miss Sale………….

After she had deposited the files onto the desk she had finally left them both alone…………..
She had been polite to Marianna Taccari………explaining that she would be back within the hour……
In the meantime they were to make themselves comfortable………….
Her rather terse tone and look of animosity towards who she took to be Clio Bossetti said it all………she was trying to ignore the Italian Captain………..

Oh dear………what a shame, thought the imposter……….
As the attractive Englishwoman courteously chatted with Mariana, with her back turned to Clio, the fake Italian let her eyes wander all over her body………..trying to imagine what Yates would look like without her uniform on………
What was the English saying……..’Dishy’………..that was it…………
The fake Clio had a big urge to just reach out and squeeze those juicy looking buttocks………..but she resisted the urge for obvious reasons……..

The faux Italians were finally alone……….

Their service coats and hats were hanging up from metal pegs…………screwed into the painted chipboard walls…………..
Their shoulder bags were on the desks…………
Briefcases were sitting on the carpeted floor next to the table legs…………..

The two uniformed women were relaxed……….
Tunics had been taken off and draped over the back of the all metal and badly cushioned chairs……….

In the process of removing the tight tunics the clearly gifted female chests had rapidly expanded………..buttons had been stressed………fabric had become taut over wholesome and juicy female busts……..
Pulling the tunics back over pale blue clad shoulders had resulted in their respective shirts becoming very stretched indeed……….inadvertently resulting in the very revealing outlines of fully loaded bra cups…………bras never intended for both of them to be wearing in the first place………..
There was no doubt that the unfortunate women who had once worn the brassieres had mimicked the same effect when their own respective chests had been sporting them……….

Both had loosened their ties……….top buttons undone…………collars slack on slim and unblemished necks

The woman posing as Marianna Taccari sat had down in just her light blue shirt and gray skirt…….her loose thin black tie hanging limp over her hefty looking chest…………
Her lips bright red on her pretty face……….her eyes dark with mascara…………..her thin pencil like eye brows…………….her dark hair tight on her scalp………………….
Her legs were crossed over the way women naturally do………….they were not casually crossed over high on a knee like a man would do, his legs and groin wide and exposed.............her legs were crossed over tightly, very tight………….almost clamped together, her crossed over leg close to the other………..her thighs and groin locked together………..after all, like nature had intended, there was nothing biologically obstructive between her legs………….
Her open and heeled shoe was now near the shin bone of her other supporting leg………..moving up and down rather slowly…………

She was a pouting and provocative sight……….

Having one leg elevated resulted in the hemline of her gray uniform skirt rising up considerably on her thigh.…………
A strong and thick thigh………shapely………..an unblemished knee…………an attractive and curved lower leg………..
All sheathed in a slightly shimmering light tan nylon………….

All very delicious………

Or that was the phrase currently flashing through the fake Clio’s mind right now……..
Once again she could not help herself and was stealing glances at her partner’s legs………..and more if she could get away with it………..
Her partner had noted this also………..best not to push it……….

She had had to turn away……………it was getting too much………..
After all her erotic and disturbing storytelling to those fools, the Englishwoman’s tight arse still in her brain, Sales tight and chic clothes and her undisclosed interest in her……………she wanted to fuck and ravage…………..and her partner in crime was far too distracting………..and off limits too………..

She had stood in silence for some time………..

The fake Policewoman was standing near the office widow……………..looking at the brewing storm heading their way……….
It reminded her of impending weather long ago………..viewed from Varna, her looking out at a turbulent Black Sea………………..
She had been rather normal then………or life had been………no different from many others………..
She inwardly cursed herself for such self pity…………and weakness………
Angry at herself more than anything……….

She suddenly spun around on her stolen heels………
She barked…………in perfect Italian……….

‘That Sir Russell was all over your legs’

Taccari looked up at her……….smirking………..her red lips shining
Moving her hands over to her lap…………and her skirt…….
Taunting her accomplice……….

‘Well that was to be anticipated……...after all, he is a man and quite natural’

Unlike others she thought……….
She paused……..looking directly into Rossetti’s eyes………….

‘But what was not expected or appreciated were your eyes doing the same’

Bossetti feigned a sense of nonchalance………innocence at the absurdity of the suggestion………
Her hands gesturing………
She turned her tightly pinned and bunned head to one side……..avoiding her accomplice’s accusing stare…..

‘Dream on Darling’ was all she could come up with………….

‘I saw you’ said Mariana……….

Bossetti sighed……….time to start acting again………
And turned towards her accuser……….her hands resting on both hips……..her black hosed legs parted in a challenging stance……..

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‘Okay, maybe………but it is not what you think……...’
‘When I carry out a job I like the details to be right from the beginning…….nothing left to chance……….even the smallest detail…………..’
She paused…….
‘It’s the butterfly effect………..even the smallest error in formulating an operation at the start can lead to disaster at some point down the line’
She looked insulted……………..
‘And anyway………..I’m not that way inclined…………..the nerve of it all’

Mariana looked up at her in amusement…………..not believing a word of it
Her hand now at her slim chin………..she was smiling

Clio continued………annoyed

‘You are wearing certain items of clothing that should be on me……..and I am a perfectionist…..….that is how I have survived in this trade for so long’
‘When I look at you………..professionally I may add…………..I am trying to work out what pitfalls that we may encounter in the future because of the oversight created by others who do not share the same risk as us’
‘For me it’s very unlucky………I’m superstitious in that respect’
‘And that is all Darling………and nothing else I can assure you………..I do not mean to burst your ego or anything’

Which was a complete fabrication of course?
They both knew it

But she did sound and look very sincere when saying the words…….
Some naturally trusting type may have been taken in………….
Someone not realizing the danger they were in………

But not her…….
The fake Mariana new that she was lying through those brilliant white teeth………she knew her partner constantly lied on a daily basis………so did she……..it was part of their profession……..

She smiled…..saying nothing……..
Clothing was clothing………….why make a fuss, her partners current disguise was just as good a s hers…….
And she had been completely satisfied and more on what the real Clio Bossetti had brought with her from Italy……….
The real Taccari girls clothing had been just as suitable…….she had been younger yes, but her attire was sensible and versatile enough………
The age difference between the two replaced females had not been that great………
There must be more to it………and she suspected what it was……..

The fake Taccari could spot an obsessive lesbian a mile away………..she had had plenty of opportunities to detect them……..

Maybe she had felt robbed……..she was an odd one her new partner……….she had stolen another woman’s name………but not her clothes……….therefore maybe something was missing for her…….
She would need watching……….there was signs of instability there…….
She would not be the first to crack up………especially in their rather unique trade……..

The fake Mariana was Just thinking things through………she said nothing, just listening……….giving no provocation at all……….it appeared her body and looks were enough
And she was actually thinking……….If you did try anything on me………..just once………I would break your back…………
She was just as dangerous as the woman posing as Bossetti……..

Finally………
Instead……..trying a different tact…….she asked another accusing and probing question……………

‘And……again……..what was not expected was you coming on so strong to that Yates woman………’

Bossetti now saw displeasure in that pretty face…………
A lean face with a full red mouth that she would not mind have kissing long, hard and deeply…….and those dark penetrating eyes lined with mascara…..………looking directly into her own………..

Taccari had not worked with her before……….
They knew of each other yes……..after all they worked for the same state………..and the same sinister organization
But that meant nothing………betrayal came in many forms and guises……….
This had been a hastily convened mission………
Until a certain level of trust could be established……….they would both be wary of each other
Just in case……….

‘You disapprove’ said Bossetti……..…now crossing her arms over her chest………

Taccari recrossed her legs……..leaning back on her chair……….the curve of her reinforced bust once again expanding………
She saw her partners eyes briefly flitter when following the movement of her light tanned nylon sheathed legs………
No doubt trying to get a peek at her panties…………well, not actually own either she remembered………….hidden deep within and under her skirt………..
It was also not her own skirt………..in fact all she wore over her skin that day had belonged to a different woman………..
She was no angel either…………
Until now……..….but with her partner’s lilaceous looks and sexual innuendos she had thought nothing of it………..
Suddenly she felt a little dirty………
Her attire had been part of the subterfuge……….a necessary yet thorough masquerade………
But this sly primadonna had made her feel a little uncomfortable for stealing another bitches clothes and underwear……..
Hence the anger being displayed
Lesbian bitch she acidly thought………..

She continued…………………
‘I think you risked too much……….too soon…….and too early’
Taccari was careful in her speech……..

‘And now she probably thinks you are some kind of sick Euro Trash……………a pervert who likes women in an unnatural way…….…you know how arrogant and straight laced these English can pretend to be……….on how superior they think they are…….’
‘They keep their perversions behind locked doors………out of sight………hidden……….but we both know that’

‘What……..you think she is not the all professional Police woman she pretends to be………..’ said Bossetti, turning away………secretly interested just in case she had missed something in Yates demeanour……..

Taccari again……….

‘Maybe, maybe not……….if she is gay then that could be to our advantage……..but I do not see or detect it in her’

She paused……..waiting for her accomplice to get the following message……….

‘But perhaps instead she thinks that you are not the professional you are supposed to be…………..and will become suspicious of any future actions………..or unwanted advances’
‘Did you forgot that the real Bossetti is married’

Bossetti spun on her stolen heels……

‘In the process of getting divorced………I was thorough in my research with the time given……...and separated by the way and not exactly happily married’
She continued…………
‘How would Yates know on why she was being propositioned, I doubt she even checked………..’

‘They have ways if their suspicion is aroused……….they probably did a background check on them both already……….they are not that stupid’ countered Taccari………….

Bossetti cut in………
‘And some women cause a divorce you know……………it’s not only men who are adulterous……….and adultery incorporates both sexes if you are still that naive’

Taccari
‘That I am not’

Bossetti continued…………
‘We do not have the time to take it slow and easy………she has been out there for six weeks……..you heard them’
‘We are well behind her, she as the advantage of time and space to operate, all we and they can do is react to her moves……..I was looking for a weakness we could use to hurry things along’

With a wave of her red nailed hand Taccari replied…………
‘You were rather impressive with the commissioner……..I will give you that’
‘For a moment I thought I was listening to the real Bossetti……….and not a charlatan’

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‘That was the idea………plus I warmed to the subject’ said Bossetti

‘No doubt you did’

Bossetti ignored that tart remark……….

The woman posing as Marianna Taccari had never felt really comfortable in another woman’s clothing……..especially their underwear………..but it was part of the job……………necessary at times………such as these………..
But she, whenever possible………..and definitely when off duty………preferred her own bra and panties………and all rest that went with them………..
She was convinced her new partner did not feel the same way on the issue…………

In a triumphant flourish Bossetti replied……….still in perfect Italian and proudly announced

‘And know the commissioner and that Sanders think we are just women in uniform………just pretty little dolly birds in tight uniforms………secretaries………..and not to be taken seriously………….’
‘And Yates thinks I want her ass………..so she will try and avoid me from now on’…………….

Never mind the fact that the bogus Bossetti did really want that peachy ass………and she wanted to suck and squeeze those hefty looking tits too………
But that was for another time……….hopefully……..

Taccari nodded………….

Bossetti continued…………..
‘Anyway……..I found a weakness I can exploit’ exclaimed Clio………..smiling at her perceived and sneaky success……..
‘Or I should say I have found someone’
Her mascara lined eyes were now bright………

‘Who or what……..’ asked Marianna Taccari……..

Then she thought about it…………..then she saw through what her accomplice was implying and advocating………
Her face contorted into a mocking grin……..……then she laughed out loud
Her hand slapping her shapely thigh………..
The resonated with the slap………….her muscled, toned and nylon hosed leg hardly moved
Bossetti had a fleeting image of herself doing that………then it was gone

‘Not that stick insect belonging to the commissioner’ said Taccari

Her partners smile vanished……….

Taccari uncrossed her leg………her stockinged knees now apart and wide……….both heeled shoes planted on the carpeted floor…………

Bossetti reacted…………she resented being mocked………..by anyone or for any reason……..
She suddenly went to one of the desks and grabbed one of the brown files………….
She picked one up……..
And began waving it in front of her still sitting partner………

‘You think we will find what we want in these’…………..
Taccari stopped smiling………

‘And look at this dump they have put us in’
Her one free hand, with her arm elevated was up displaying the rather spartanly outfitted office……..

‘We…….or the real dumb bitches we replaced were just window dressing’ hissed Bossetti

She was taking to the subject now…….getting worked up in the process………

‘After their no doubt futile and pathetic attempts to recapture HER go South as the Yankees would say………well……..who are they going to blame……….themselves’
‘Oh no………..’
‘They would no doubt blame the Italians………that’s why they were brought in………having a connection to the case helps’

Marianna remained silent…….
There was some merit in what her partner was saying………a lot of merit

She threw the file back onto Taccari‘s desk in contempt……………

‘They lied to us already………and we are supposed to help them’
‘Not once did they refer to them with their code names……….not once was that word referred too…..’

She did not say KOBA……..even in Italian KOBA sounded like KOBA…………..anybody overhearing that would sink them proper…………
Even knowing the word KOBA could get one silenced very quickly………..and permanently too

Taccari offered…………..
‘Okay………...they are holding back information……..that’s normal practice anywhere’ said Mariana
‘No Police or Intelligence service trusts each other even in their own country………..or city come to that……let alone a foreign service’

‘Listen’ sad Bossetti………cutting her off

‘It doesn’t matter what Kreuz is doing right now, or if we catch up to her….…..but we can both work out where she is going’

Taccari instantly said
‘To get back in contact with the other one……….’

‘Exactly……….and they know that already……..as you said…………they are not that stupid’
‘So we need to find out where they are keeping her……..that’s where we will find them both eventually……….she will lead us to Kreuz’

Taccari shrugged her light blue layered shoulders……….
‘So where is the other one?’

Bossetti again………quickly

‘They obviously did not tell us……they gave us no update on what has gone on so far……and dumped us in here………..and that said it all’
‘Just to read a few files that contain nothing of value………….and that’s without even reading them’
‘But to have invited those Italian tarts over here in the first place………I bet something as happened all right………its more than just having Kreuz on the loose and lying low………..I think she is on the hunt……………and these Brits are blind and spooked’

‘Makes sense’ agreed Taccari………

‘I bet I am’
She continued……..
‘But…………I suspect and it’s only a guess…………that the other one was apprehended last………only because our friends at Central received the last communication reports from her…………..Kreuz had been suspiciously silent a long while before it was assumed that both of them had been finally caught’
‘Kaganovich knows where that certain named document is’

‘So……..…do we break out her out, wherever she is…….set up an interview so to speak?’ enquired Marianna…….now very intrigued……..
So…….…there was more to her obviously perverted lesbian accomplice than met the eye……..
She was listening……..there was a plan of action here………..a sound reason and a direction to take……

‘Unknown……...until I get a good look at their real files………files that have important information we can actually use’

Without pausing…………..again she elaborated

‘If I am right we need to know where Kaganovich was apprehended……..on that last day………’
Her hand was on her chin……..…thinking her hypothesis through
‘Wherever she was picked up……..the document cannot be that far away’

Marianna……..
‘But surely the English know that had have searched’

‘They missed something………there’s an angle they missed……….’ Bossetti pondered
She continued……….
‘And that stick insect called Sale as access and a key to were those secrets are kept……….God knows what secrets she as in that little head of hers……..but by certain intimate methods I intended to find out’

‘Means’ asked Taccari………….alarmed now………...
‘You don’t mean like kidnapping, interrogation…….torture………..she will be missed……..straight away’

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She sat up straight…….tense now………it was her neck on the line too………..

‘Don’t get your stolen panties in a twist dear’ hissed Bossetti

‘What are you up to’ asked Taccari……..her pretty and feline eyes narrowing……ignoring the intended insult………

‘Can you not tell………..Sale likes girls………and I intend for her to like me’

Taccari’s face grimaced………
‘Rather you than me……….’

‘It will be me………I recognised her look………….her eyes were all over my legs……….and she kept looking over her spectacles………having a good ogle at my tits………..’

‘Dour looking piece though………even for someone with your tastes’………

Bossetti shrugged………….

‘I will shut my eyes and imagine it is you………….’

Before her partner could say ‘Fuck Off’ she continued………

‘Still I rather like what she wears………..’

Being sarcastic Taccari was quick in her reply……..

‘They will never fit you’

‘I don’t intend to wear her clothes darling……….I intend to take them off’

Taccari shrugged this time…….thinking whatever……..but still, the plan appeared workable
‘Do not overdo it’ she warned………

Clio ignored the remark……..
‘In the meantime you keep Yates off my back………while I concentrate on being nice and alluring to Miss Sale’

‘What all the time……….I am not a baby sitter or an escort service’ whined Taccari……….

‘As much as possible………….I need time to pump our officious Miss Sale dry…….literally’

‘Nicely put’ added her accomplice……….

‘It was meant to be………Just act like the straight laced professional you are……..taking notes, asking for information that will get us nowhere………get her out of the office, on site or chasing leads……...go around in circles, unless you accidently find something important’

‘It will be quite easy I think……….she now does not like me that much’
‘And I will continue to annoy her if she continues to thwart my plans………’
‘And Yes………I did come on strong………..and for a reason’

‘Bossetti twirling her index finger for effect………….

‘Once I confirmed that Yates was not at all interested in the seductive customs and traits of the Island of Lesbos……….I made sure that she took an intense dislike of me……..’

Without a pause………

‘I therefore ensured that the Yates woman would gladly avoid my presence from now on’
‘All part of my grand plan my dear colleague………..

She thought about that, what a shame………as the English would say……..
In another time and another place she would have enjoyed getting into Nicola Yates knickers……………whether she acceded to the act or not…………
And when she thought about getting into another woman’s knickers she literally meant doing just that………
Maybe all was not lost there, without jeopardizing the mission…………..maybe, she would have to see if an opportunity would arise…………..

‘When I am not around tell her I am chasing leads or something………whatever it is you come up with make it convincing……………or maybe I have caught a chill, which will be quite accurate with this miserable countries equally miserable weather……… ‘

‘On that we both agree’ said Marianna………
All it had done was rain and blow hard since the day they had arrived…………..

Bossetti continued……..a sly look came over her face……….

‘And in the meantime, while you are keeping Nicola Yates occupied…………I will be ferreting out those keys and also deeply ferreting the prim and proper Miss Sale for information……….and whatever else there is in that nice juicy filing room of hers……..’

Marianna, a stolen name, looked at her partner……….
She raised her hands with the red varnished nails……..
Her face serious…….there was no hint of mockery………
She clapped her hands three times and finally said

‘Bravo’

The fake Clio smiled……….and she took a bow
Her skirt becoming tight on her pert backside………..
Her long legs in rich black tights……….
The shirt becoming tight on her back……….revealing the indentation of the thick and supportive bra band hidden underneath………

‘Avanti’ exclaimed Marianna…………with not much enthusiasm

Bossetti sat on the other chair……..pulling it close to the desk
She saw the files………
The computer………

‘Well……we had better look busy for when Mary Poppins comes back’ her voice almost a sigh
‘And no coffee either………she can work on that……..’

Marianna obliged……..she seemed to remember a Mary Poppins………someone from the Yankee movies years ago…….

She was satisfied for now…………her partner had a decent plan in mind and was realistic on why they were both here in the first place…………their mission brief had been simple
Eliminate Zoya and Zita…………………with their demise so would KOBA die with them

But her volatility needed watching……….
She did not trust her…………
So they both remained silent……..for now at least…………just contemplating………....and waiting

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LATER THAT EVENING……………….

It was dark outside and raining…………….
Raining hard…………….
The wind was in a gale……….
The street lights were on……….the rain slashing through the orange glow cast by artificial lamplight………..
Each glow from the tall street lamps struggled to penetrate the curtain of lacerating water……….the rain even obscured the saturated and creosoted wooden poles…….
Overhead power lines bucked and swayed in the raging wind………
The weather was so foul the lights became mere faded beacons of light ……….making those few still navigating the streets hoping they were on a safe path………..

It was like being at sea………in a squall

The black top or tarmac layered road was flooded with water…………..
The rain pelting the macadam layered surface…………the rain literally bouncing up from the hard concrete………….
The road markings, single white lines, double yellow lines………….were invisible after being deluged with fast moving water………….
The kerbside drains and manholes on the road were struggling to absorb so much fast flowing liquid……….the drains were literally bubbling up and over………….

It really was becoming more than a torrent……….
The sudden and unexpected and totally unforcast storm was of tropical proportions………

But the windswept streets were as of yet still not completely deserted………….

The small hatchback motor car had just pulled up and parked in its allotted parking space………luckily for the driver directly under an amber glowing street light………………..
Its windscreen wipers were doing overtime………furiously swishing back and fore on the saturated glass…………..
Red lights were operating at its rear……….
The headlights in front illuminated another parked car to its front……….

The car looked to be a short and boxlike Volkswagen Golf, two door hatchback…………it may have been a dark blue, brown or black………it was too dark to tell

The rain hammered on the roof of the small car…………

Another car passed the parked Golf, slowly navigating the storm…....it’s unknown driver taking care.………..rain water gushing high under its wheel arches………
It had left a shallow wake as it passed by…………

There was a flash of intense electric light………..white light……….for less than a few seconds one could see all around the area as if it were daytime………
The concentrated light came from the darkened heavens above………..it was not manmade………………

Rubbish was strewn around the once orderly suburban street, a broken TV Ariel array most prominent on someone’s garden……….and not on the roof were it should belong………
A front garden wooden fence lay twisted on the ground………there were plastic sheets or tarpaulins that had been pulled away by the strong wind from god knows where……..metal rubbish bins on their sides……..
Debris floating fast down gutters………..

Then there was darkness once more………

Three or four seconds later there was an almighty crack from the heavens………almost sounding like there was an artillery battery close by…………….and then a receding rumble………..
The wind howled………

The street consisted of some very nice and well kept Victorian two storied semi terraced houses……..
Brown brick………white framed windows with triangular arches above the second floor windows…………
The roofing was actually made of gray slate………which now appeared slick and black………….that would be if one could actually see it………..or if one braved having their face stung if he or she looked up………..
The troughs set around the roof were splurging water……..
There was a tall brick chimney up there somewhere………..and hopefully a television ariel array…….

The homes were bordered by thick green privet hedges………that now swayed and bucked in the wild wind and rain………
A long file of gray slabbed steps led up to a dark green front door……..complete with a brass plated letterbox and door knocker……….
The upper part of the door had a thin piece of frosted glass positioned parallel within the centre of the door…….
The street was located within a nice, middle class suburb of the city………..Crouch Hill in fact…………..

There was another flash of lightening………

There was activity within the car……….
The inside light was on………
The glass was misting over as the engine, demisters and blowers had been turned off…….
The driver was hurriedly searching for things inside………….a black mass of frantically moving limbs…..

There was a crack of thunder………
The rain hammered down………

The front and rear lights suddenly went out…………
The interior light was switched off………..the car had gone dark………

Suddenly the driver’s door was practically kicked open…………..
Followed by a black clad elbow………
From inside the parked car a distinctly female leg was attempting to step out, even though it was dark one could still discern a black high heeled shod foot …..……..
The slim and obviously female leg was attempting to step directly onto the higher set pavement………
Trying to gain firmer ground before leaving the car…………the leg would initially take her weight……..
Unfortunately, the woman’s foot went straight into a deep, fast flowing lake of cold rain water, up to and over her black nylon sheathed ankle………totally immersing her very exquisitely and inappropriately shod foot…….….falling rain splashed around that said slim and high heeled foot……..

‘Shit’ hissed a female voice under the torrent of rain and wind……..but no one was near enough or around at all to hear that loud derogatory expletive………

Very quickly the female got out of the car………...the wind tugging at her long black coat………
Another hand held onto her service cap just in case it flew off down the road………..
She bent over, her upper body still inside her car………….rain pelting the back of the black service coat………her metal silver rank and number slide glistening in the rain………
She once again delved into the interior of the car………...bending over forward……….her head and shoulders deep inside……..
She was obviously searching for something……..

The woman eventually emerged with her leather shoulder bag………she was also juggling a briefcase with the other hand………..
She slammed the door shut with her strong and wide hip………

A gust of rain caught her directly in the face………her thin, slim and pretty head shot to one side in protest…….
Her small mouth moved…………her painted lips mouthed what sounded like ‘Fuck’…………..

She gripped the white topped service cap harder………………somehow keeping the strap of the shoulder bag in place………….
She gave up there………..and took the exposed ladies military styled headgear away and off her head………..
It would not survive the journey to her front door…………and dress caps were expensive to replace……..

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With her hands full she was attempting to keep her shoulder bag in place, while holding her briefcase in the other……….now she also gripped the service cap………

She had to lock that sodding car door yet………….

Her rapidly soaking hair was tight on her head, showing a high forehead…..….her black hair now slick on her head………...hair pinned and tightly coiled into a small bun at the back………high on her slim neck, showing off the long curve of that said neck………
Her head and face were now getting soaked……….rain water seeping down through her exposed collar………
She was aware of the coldness seeping down through and under her white uniform shirt………..even her tight and restrictive underwear beneath ………

Her round and dark eyes were forced to squint…………she pursed her lips, otherwise she was tasting rain water………….
Her unfree and overloaded hand was rummaging around in her coat pocket……….until finally it appeared with a set metallic objects…….

The woman then fumbled with the car keys to lock the door……….
Finally satisfied that she had done so……….eventually that is, and getting even more soaked in the process……….she quickly turned and ran to her front door…….
Well………..not exactly running either……….not in those heels

Rain again pelted her in the face………she felt her lower stockinged legs getting soaked…………God, the wind was awful…….
The rain bombarded her upper body…………..
Nobody had forecast such a full on storm……………bloody idiots she cursed
The wind lapped at her legs………..lifting her coat and constantly tugging at her skirt……………
She could feel the wind go up and between her legs…………..
Thank god she was wearing tights she briefly mused……………a girl had to in this country……….with its constantly miserable weather………...she couldn’t remember the last time the sun had come out……….

Light rain and showers they had said on the radio earlier in the afternoon……….the bloody BBC meteorological office……..useless sods………they should be shot………..

She did not run as such………...what with it being so wet………and slippery
Her pathway was like a lake…………..
Her hedge’s swinging like mad…………..
Plus her skirt was tight…………and the high heels had been great for the office, and looked fantastic with her uniform…………but they were not exactly designed to move fast in……….especially during a torrential storm……….

In her heels she took short steps at a fast pace……….her nylon dark legs quickly moving back and fore like pistons…….

She deftly sprung onto the stone steps that led to the sanctuary of her front door………….
With her soaked head down and her knees pumping away she carefully and as quickly as possible navigated the stone steps………….
Careful here she thought………
Going arse over heels and landing in her shrubbery with her hosed legs in the air was the last thing she needed………
Her tight black skirt was being rather unhelpful in this situation……..her knees kept locking up within the skirt and the equally figure hugging half slip underneath didn’t help much either………

She cursed again………..dressing like a real woman was a pain in arse at times……….a good pair of trousers would have been better today………..just like those dickhead men wore back at headquarters……….

Finally she made it to her dark green coloured front door………
She fumbled for her front door key……..
Finally she found it and searched for the lock……..

There was another bright flash of lightening……..
This time it had helped her locate the hole for the key to be inserted in……….
It was dark outside her door………and she was rushing to get in……..
The key slipped………..

There was the crack of thunder again…………very close………she had flinched this time

With a few curses…….she persevered
Finally the key slipped in the Yale type lock………..she turned the key and pushed………………

Nicola Yates was finally inside her home………….
Once in she quickly closed the front door behind her…………

‘Bloody weather’ she shouted………..

The noise of the storm subsided……..but not by much…………
Her voice was loud within the cover and safety of her own hallway…………
The wind howled outside…………….
Rain pelted the glass window on the front door……….even the wood for that matter

She was dripping rain water all over her hallway……..
Her arms were extended………..holding on to her possessions………….
Dripping rain water all over her floral patterned carpet……..
Her coat was open at the top…………..one could just see her tunic’s twin collars, the white shirt collar and the chequered police cravat……….
Her head looked sodden ……………her makeup ruined
She had looked very smart leaving Police Headquarters……….
Not so now…………

She was just glad to be inside for the moment………..she took stock

‘Oh……..for heaven’s sake’ she lamented……..

The hallway was dark…….…full of shadow and undefined edges…….
She could hear the wind buffeting the house………

But it was her home……..even though it was dark she was familiar with its layout………..

Her hand naturally reached for the light switch…..……she shifted the strap of her shoulder bag……….and then she felt for the hard plastic she knew to be on the wall near the doorway………..her red nailed fingers fumbled along the wall……..…..she pressed the switch…………

The hallway burst into light………..
Thank god the power was still on………..

She made to place her briefcase near the hat stand………..
First she experienced then saw, after looking down something that made her curse out loud………….again

‘Oh……bloody Hell’ she hissed…………………one of her feet in her heeled shoe was squelching water
Her tights were soaked down there………….clinging and cold on her feet

She dumped her briefcase near her shoe stand and small stool……….
Her shoulder bag she draped over the tall dark wooded hat stand………
Likewise her service cap……….it was wet but still in good order……………
She was relieved………it was the most expensive piece of her dress uniform………..and she had no spare……..

She felt her face…………wiping away the rainwater with her hand…………
Her face must be a mess…………..her makeup that is
Luckily it was the end of the working day………right now she had no one to impress……

In fact it was time to slip into something a little more comfortable…………and much dryer…………and plus she had been wearing these clothes all day………….
They felt well used……………..and they were all tight, after all she had the figure to carry off tight clothing……….
It was time to get them all off…………

The house felt warm………..
At least the central heating timer had kicked in………..great……..that would mean lots of hot boiling water…………….
She felt chilled…………and wet in certain places that should not be so………
Time for a nice hot bath, with lots of perfumed foam……….rich soap and flower smelling shampoo………..
Apart from the foul and nasty weather, it had also been a very stressful day……..

There was the boom of thunder again………..slightly muffled this time, but not by much……..

One of her small towels was hanging up on a hook……..the one she had used this morning after she had come back from a quick jog……….
She retrieved the thick fibred cloth………

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She briefly wiped her wet face………then around her neck….……grimacing at the smell of her own sweat coming off the used towel……….…
When finished she then placed it back on the hook……..….it was good for another run tomorrow……….weather permitting…………
That’s why she could continue wearing tight clothing…………

The way it was chucking it down it would be more than likely a morning swim………..

Satisfied on removing the excess water from her face and neck she removed the sodden uniform overcoat………..she hung the coat up on the stand………..it would have to dry off naturally………

She then sat down on the wooden stool she normally used to put on her various and varied collection of footwear…………..
Naturally…………….she was a woman after all……………..
All stored nearby in a purpose built cabinet……………only her running trainers were left outside near the cabinet……..

She was still wearing her tunic……..it was wet at the front………
Likewise she felt more than damp around and on her shoulders………
Also the shirt on her back………she felt the white cotton sticking to her skin……..…no doubt her bra band situated there was also wet………..

As she eased herself down her uniform skirt had become tight on her backside………..its hemline creeping up her strong and shapely black layered legs……….

Once sat down she crossed one leg over the other……..…balanced on her straight knee……..
Her inner thighs becoming suddenly and provocatively more visible than they would normally be in public……….
Especially in those black tights……….a 20 denier weave, allowing more light and skin to show through the dark nylon……..they looked very sexy and alluring on her good and unblemished legs………..
A luscious and mysterious darkness formed between her legs………..the lace trim of her black slip now very visible……….
But in the privacy of her own home she was less guarded on who saw what was between her legs……….or any other part of her anatomy for that matter……….within these walls she was less discreet on physical decorum……..

On the now elevated foot she gripped the back of her leather heeled shoe……….she eased it off her rather sore foot………
The shoe was saturated inside………not ruined, but she would have to leave them to air out……….mouldy smelling feet was not an option…………….failing that she would have to buy a new pair………..
That was a shame……….she liked the way they looked on her………
The shoes had matched many of her outfits and combinations………..

Her stocking was wet too……….she ran her hands over her nylon layered calf……..feeling the soft nylon around her leg……………………
Yep…….soaked
No doubt her other leg too…………

She had better get her tights off soon otherwise a chill would definitely set in…….
And going sick this week was not an option either…….

She removed the shoe completely revealing red painted toenails……..obscured by the reinforced seam of the tights………..the darker and blacker convex curve enveloping her toes………
Once her shoe was off she placed it near the door to dry off……….
She briefly massaged her nylon encased foot…………even thought it was quite moist

Then she repeated the same process with her other foot…………….

Now in damp stockinged feet and lower legs she stood up………within her dark dress uniform………her skirt followed the movement and now hung lower towards her knees…….
Slip and skirt sliding over her black nylon sheathed legs……..

A flash of sudden white light caught the peripheral of her vision…………the source being beyond the glass of her front door………..

The house was warm……..but she still felt a little cold……….a chill was within her bones……..
She needed to get her wet clothes off and have a nice deep soak………the last thing she needed now was a dose of flu………

Then, maybe, a little light paperwork ready for tomorrow’s trials and tribulations……..

Once more there was a roar of thunder from outside………….

What with playing nurse maid to those bloody Italians……..she had taken a dislike to those two already……..
And it was nothing to do with the dubious fact that they were both good looking………..smartly uniformed……….and perceived to be more sexy in that annoying continental parody one see’s in film and on television………..
Nicola Yates had no personal desire’s regarding those two……..never in that way……..that was not her……………in her sexual preferences she was as straight as a dye……..
But she had seen the reaction of the men at headquarters………….even though they had tried to hide their sneaking glances………..the leering looks……….
Nicola and most of the other females on the force had suffered similar in their time…………that kind of behaviour was institutionalized……………unfortunately one got used to it……….
But their reaction to these two strutting prima donnas………..
Well……….it was almost as tacky and insulting as one of those Benny Hill shows………..
Their uniform tunics were tighter………their bosoms bigger
Their skirts were certainly shorter………..
And their legs were definitely longer……….
The bitches thought Nicola……………there was a little envy there, even though Yates herself was a shapely and attractive woman………….
But she had never seen herself as an object of desire………………she knew some men were interested…………..but she never flaunted herself as a woman………
That was not her…………she was a professional and a career orientated woman……….
And that Bossetti………..
Nicola was sure that she had made a pass at her before entering the lift…………
Nicola shuddered at the mere thought of it…………either that or she was catching a chill……
She was still at a loss why both of them were here in the first place……….
In her humble opinion their assistance was not required……..

She finally walked towards the carpeted stairs……..lost in thought for a moment
Then the wetness on her feet brought her back to the now………
Wet feet on her new carpets was not good…………..she needed to undress
Her clothing felt very used and stale on her tired body……..

She reached out and flicked another switch……….the upstairs landing light came on……..
She padded over to her carpeted stairs………..unbuttoning her tunic as she did so……….
She looked ahead, past the stairs…………..the darkened kitchen looked as quiet and as normal as it could be……….what with the still hammering storm outside………..rattling windows and door frames………….
The wind whistling through minute gaps…………..
Her living room to her right looked the same…………
All appeared safe and normal……….just as she had left it that same morning…………

Satisfied, she then quickly padded up the stairs………..heading for her bedroom………
She was quick………
Her tunic was now open……….her breasts bounced under her shirt as she jogged up the stairs………
Her pert backside under the tight skirt wiggled as her stockinged legs pumped like two pistons……..

The second floor felt even warmer…………..as heated air tends to rise………..
It felt good initially………although a little cloying in wet and well used clothes……….
She was aching to get her bra off………….her breasts felt all bunched and squeezed together, which in fact they were……..….her large womanly mounds felt trapped……….
Being a well endowed girl her choice in brassieres were of a normally tight, very supportive design and were therefore sturdily constructed affairs…………
They looked good………and shaped well under her clothes…………but they were not that comfortable to wear for long periods of time………..
Her nipples were rather sore from rubbing up against the fabric of their respective cups.……
She was all sweaty underneath her breasts, the underwire digging in………..plus having the tight band clamped around her chest all day…………
Her back ached …………

She needed some air under her tights too………….that’s as far as went with that one……….

And a long day it had been………….
After the interview with Sir Russell and Sanders she had worked late……….
Looking after the Italian bimbo’s………making sure they were settled in………..plus her own workload regarding this assignment………….
Handing back those files to the officious cow Sale…………
By the time she had left the yard the storm had hit……………and as the storm progressed across the city it had become worse……..
On the car radio……..as the rain lashed her windscreen they had announced the closure of certain tube lines………then all public transport………..
And then…………
It was essential movement only……….city wide……….