Uniform Stealing Board

It's great that you're connecting with Zuhal. That sunglasses moment was something I added at the last second, so I'm glad it worked. Guess we'll see about Felicia - she's certainly determined to prove herself, but plans have away of going awry.

I'm happy to be able to develop Cassandra and Toshiko more in this volume. I think they get on each other's nerves quite well. Glad you liked the Vonda scene - I mostly threw it in for Marina's reaction.

Cape Coral was a quiet town, uneventful by most measures. The residents tended to prefer it that way, steering clear of the big-city hustle and bustle.

This night, however, some of that hustle and bustle would find its way to them.

Bridget parked the car in a mostly vacant lot behind the police department. She turned to her friends. "All set, girls?"

Bobbi nodded. "Let's do this."

Bridget turned to Felicia. "You coming?"

Felicia considered. "I'll just stand as lookout."

Bridget shrugged. "Suit yourself. C'mon, Bobbi."

Dressed from head to toe in black clothing, Bridget and Bobbi were not easily noticeable as they exited the car, clinging to the shadows as they stepped toward the police building.

The rear of the facility was separated from the lot by a ten-foot brick wall - easily scaled by an athletic woman like Bridget. She helped Bobbi over, and the two quietly dropped over the other side.

"Coast is clear," Bobbi whispered, scanning the rear entrance. "Now how do we get inside?"

At that moment, there was a clicking sound as the rear door swung open. Bridget and Bobbi ducked behind a row of metal trash cans.

Two police officers stepped out onto the back patio of the station. Both were women - one blonde, one auburn-haired. They were dressed in tan uniform shirts, black pants, and black flat shoes.

"Quiet night," the blonde remarked.

"Aren't they all." Her friend pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. "Got a light?"

Her friend chuckled. "Always."

The two women puffed the smoke as they chatted about their workload and home lives.

Bridget put a finger to her lips and beckoned Bobbi to follow her.

The two women crept around the trash cans and stepped silently toward the two officers, who kept their backs to them.

Then Bridget froze. She held up a hand and pointed at the security camera mounted on the wall. It was focused right on where Bobbi was standing.

Bobbi gulped. Any moment, she expected the alarm to sound.

"This place needs a renovation, stat," the redhead noted, kicking at a loose stone on the ground.

"No fooling," the blonde replied. "Still gotta get that old camera fixed. Raccoons chewed out the wiring months ago."

Bobbi allowed herself to relax.

The blonde sighed. "Those little critters were the closest thing we've had to masked villains in a while," she joked. "I wish something exciting would happen around here."

Immediately, both women felt hands clap over their mouths and arms loop around their necks. They were pulled sharply backwards, dropping their cigarettes to the ground.

"Careful what you wish for, hon," Bridget whispered.

The policewomen tried to fight, but their assailants had both leverage and the element of surprise on their side.

"Drag them behind those bushes," Bridget whispered to Bobbi. "We can't risk taking them near those metal trash cans... One of them might kick out and knock one over... Then we'll really be in trouble..."

Bobbi nodded. "Good thinking. Although mine's almost out, anyway."

Indeed, both law officers were rapidly losing consciousness, their reflexes slowing and their futile kicks weakening. By the time the policewomen had been pulled behind some neatly trimmed topiary, they were out cold.

Bobbi and Bridget stripped the two women, occasionally glancing outside their hiding spot to ensure that no one else was entering the back lot. Fortunately, they were afforded nothing but privacy as they unbuttoned the shirts, unzipped the pants, and unlaced the shoes of their two unwilling associates.

The blonde was soon down to a grey sports bra and pink hiphuggers, while her redheaded friend fared a bit better in a green tank top, blue panties, and kidney warmers. Bridget tied the women tightly back-to-back with white ropes, securing their ankles as well, and gagging them with a pair of blue neckerchiefs. As a gesture of sympathy - and to keep the women hidden for longer - she wrapped them in a tarp, thus shielding them from the cold.

Then she and Bobbi dressed in the still-warm uniforms. "Once inside," Bridget said, "we split up. You check out the storeroom for old paper files. I'll try hacking into their computer system. One of us should find the info on Karima."

Bobbi nodded. "Hope so."

The two women entered the police station, immediately blending in. Bridget found an idle computer and sat down, while Bobbi headed for the basement.

Presiding over the file room was an older man reading a newspaper. Bobbi approached. "Hi, I'm looking for an older file... Need it to research a case."

The man nodded. "Go on in, don't misplace anything."

Bobbi smiled as she entered the small file room. She enjoyed masquerading as a police officer - the uniform, the badge, the sense of authority. Certainly one of her favorite types of disguises.

"Too bad Felicia's missing this," she sighed as she began rummaging through the first file cabinet.

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Sublevel 7 wasn't technically a prison - it was more of a holding facility for criminals wanted for government interrogation. Once the FBI had extracted the proper information from these crooks, they were shipped off to maximum security.

There were around three dozen cells built in the vicinity, roughly half of which now contained prisoners. They were, of course, heavily guarded at all times.

The elevator doors slid open, and Chandra and Sonja stepped out onto the floor. The walls were cold steel; they echoed with each step.

"Place gives me the creeps," Sonja muttered.

"I've been in jail before," Chandra shrugged. "It's not too intimidating, once you get used to it."

"Well, I'd prefer not to get used to it," Sonja replied. "Let's break Lucille out and get moving."

They approached the entrance to the prison compound. Two guards, a man and a woman, stood poised there.

The woman eyed the two newcomers strangely. "What's your business here?"

Chandra cleared her throat. "We were sent here to check on the new prisoners. You know, Karima's friends..."

"I know them," the guard responded. "I also know from your uniforms that you two are field agents. You don't have the authority to question prisoners here."

"We... don't?" Sonja asked.

The guard shook her head. "Only prison staff can enter the prison compound, unless you have express permission from someone upstairs. Have you a signed document allowing you to pass?"

Chandra felt around. "Damn it. I must've left it upstairs."

"You did?" Sonja asked in confusion, earning her a dirty look from her partner. "I mean... yes, you did!"

"Well, better go get it, then," the guard said. "You're not getting in otherwise."

Chandra nodded. "Thank you, ma'am."

As the two of them turned away and strode back down the hall, Sonja leaned over and whispered, "How are we going to get a document?"

"We're not wasting our time with silly paperwork," Chandra responded, eyes atwinkle. "We just need some new clothes..."

*******************

Zuhal parked the delivery van in the woods a good distance from Cerberus.

"Unfortunately, the van's bright red signage will make it a glowing neon sign if it gets near Cerberus," she explained. "We'll have to go the rest of the way on foot."

Carolyn and Atsuko hesitantly followed her through the trees, minding the occasional root or bramble that crossed their path.

"Do... do you have a flashlight?" Atsuko asked.

"Don't be an idiot," Zuhal scoffed. "A flashlight beam would absolutely draw attention to us. Besides, I have excellent night vision. Just follow my lead and - Whhoouuffff!"

She tripped and fell face-first onto the ground.

Carolyn couldn't stop herself from letting out a brief laugh. She quickly covered her mouth.

Zuhal glared at her as she got to her feet, brushing the dirt from her face. "Laugh again... I dare you."

Atsuko tried changing the subject. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zuhal brushed down her shirt. "Just tripped over a root... Or... Wait a minute..."

She looked closer. It wasn't a root, it was... a pair of legs?

Moving some bushes out of the way, Zuhal gazed at the sight before her. Secured to a thick oak tree were three women, all bound and gagged. A sandy-haired woman with orange bra and blue-green panties, a redhead with purple full-cup bra and panties, and a blonde with white T-shirt bra and pink knickers.

"Mmmpphhh!" The blonde was the only conscious one.

"My goodness!" Atsuko clasped her hands. "These poor women! We need to help them."

Zuhal chuckled. "We most certainly don't," she said. "Interesting... Judging by their height and muscles, I'd say there are currently three fake security guards wandering around Cerberus..."

"These three are security guards?" Carolyn asked.

Zuhal nodded. "Probably. Although their underwear is more colorful than most of the guards I've mugged over the years..."

Atsuko didn't understand. "These women have been tied up... their clothes are gone. What do you suppose we do?"

Zuhal beckoned her two associates to follow her. "We find some more women to join them, of course."

Carolyn took Atsuko's hand. "Better listen to her, hon."

With a last, pitiful glance at the helpless women, Atsuko followed her wife toward the Cerberus compound.

Peeking through the bushes, Zuhal scouted the area. Her eye fell upon two female janitors taking out the trash - one a chestnut-haired woman with a light skin tone and an an oval face, the other a dark-skinned woman with short black hair. She smiled as she sized them up - blue-green jumpsuits, knee-high black PVC boots, green baseball cap with company logo. Yes, they'd do nicely.

She turned behind her to Carolyn and Atsuko. "Either of you ever steal clothes before?"

Atsuko looked puzzled. "You mean... from the mall? Don't they have tags to prevent that?"

Zuhal laughed. "You're funny. I like you."

"She means stealing clothes by mugging other women," Carolyn explained. "Like..." she sighed. "Like what happened to me."

"To you?"

Carolyn nodded. "A woman... named Adelaide... mugged me for my uniform not long ago. It was horrible. She locked me in a luggage compartment... It was dark and cramped... I was so scared..."

Atsuko hugged her tightly. "It's all right... I'm here now... I had no idea..."

"I wanted to tell you," Carolyn whispered sadly. "But Zuhal threatened me... forced me to stay quiet... I felt so helpless."

Zuhal sighed. "We're not having this discussion now. Our main objective is getting some clothes and getting into Cerberus. Clear?"

Atsuko nodded hesitantly. "...Clear."

"Good. Now stay down, I'll be right back."

Zuhal exited the bushes, while Carolyn and Atsuko kept their heads low. From a distance, they could hear the sounds of scuffling... "Hey, what are you--"... Some punches and judo chops... A muffled cry for help that quickly faded... Then silence once more.

Zuhal returned to the bushes, dragging two unconscious janitresses behind her. She dumped them on the ground.

Atsuko gasped. "Why did you attack them?"

"You're really new to this, aren't you?" Zuhal said. "We need their uniforms. Start stripping that one."

Carolyn sighed, but she knelt down beside the chestnut-haired janitor and began unzipping her uniform.

Atsuko watched in amazement as her wife and Zuhal reduced the two uniformed women down to their pink bras and white seamless panties.

"Get dressed," Zuhal ordered Carolyn. "She should be about your size."

"What about Suki?" Carolyn asked. "Do we need a uniform for her?"

Zuhal shook her head. "She's already a Cerberus employee, so she can get by without a disguise."

Atsuko breathed a sigh of relief. The idea of stripping a helpless, unconscious woman and wearing her clothes disturbed her.

Zuhal tossed her a roll of tape. "Here, honey... tie those two up."

Atsuko gazed in bewilderment at the tape, and then at the two underwear-clad victims.

"Come on, girl." Zuhal was busy zipping up her new uniform. "We don't have all night."

Atsuko sighed again, less relieved this time, and tore off the first strip of tape.

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Prema turned off her computer and pushed her chair back from the desk. She got up and stepped out of her office.

"Too many all-nighters lately, Nita," she said. "I'm going home early."

Her secretary nodded. "Good night, boss."

"Boss"... the word still sounded foreign to Prema. This executive role just wasn't for her.

First thing in the morning, she thought as she headed for the elevator, meet with Mr. Blake... Ask him to give me my old job back.

She pressed the elevator's down button and tapped her heel as she waited for the lift to arrive. Cannot wait to get into bed...

The elevator pinged, and the doors slid open.

Two uniformed Dennison employees were in the elevator, along with a large wheeled trash can. One of the women brightened as the newcomer stepped in.

"Prema Khatri?" she asked.

Prema looked at her in surprise "Yes... how did you know?"

"What a coincidence... We were just coming to get you," the woman replied as the doors closed.

"What do you... mmmmpphhh!!" Prema felt a damp cloth pad press over her mouth and nose.

"Hold her arms!" the first woman said. "Don't let her hit the alarm button!"

Prema tried struggling, but the second woman's grip was strong... as were the fumes from the cloth pad.

This can't be happening... Prema thought to herself.

"That's it, hold her steady. She's weakening!"

Why do I keep getting kidnapped? Prema wondered. Did I do something to anger the universe? It isn't fair. It just isn't...

That was her final conscious thought of the evening.

The elevator doors opened onto the first floor, and the two uniformed women stepped out, pushing the rolling, covered trash can with them. A trash can that was no longer empty.

"That was too easy," Yasmin whispered.

"Almost sounds like you're complaining," Karima replied. "Come on, let's meet with Sabira and get out of here."

*****************

Marissa fanned herself with her cap as she stepped back to the university parking lot. It was a warm evening, hotter than the typical spring season night.

She checked her watched. Another thirty minutes till the Jades would arrive. She yawned, but stayed alert as she approached the edge of the lot, which accommodated bus parking.

Marissa stepped onto the mammoth green-and-gold bus and sat down in the driver's seat. She pulled out her phone. Perhaps a few games of Candy Crush would help her pass the time...

After a few minutes, Marissa heard a tapping on the bus door. She looked up to see a woman in cooking uniform waving at her - the chef from the dining hall.

Marissa opened the window. "What's up?"

"One of the girls left her baton on the bus," the woman explained. "I was asked to retrieve it."

Marissa smiled. "Well, that's very kind of you." She opened the bus doors.

As the woman stepped on, Marissa returned to her phone. "These college girls are so absent-minded. Good thing they have us adults around to keep them from getting lost."

"Good thing indeed," the chef smiled, stepping up behind the driver.

"They're nice and pretty girls, of course," Marissa continued. "But I'm not sure that's enough to win tomorrow's tournament. It.... hhhuuuurrggghhhh!"

She clutched at the limber arm which now wrapped around her throat.

"I doubt they'll win," Farah said as she lifted the struggling woman up and off the seat. "Since they won't even be showing up."

The driver tried to fight, but Farah pinned her arms to her sides. "Easy, girl. You've already lost. The sooner you accept that, the less I have to hurt you."

The driver continued to gasp and gurgle for another fifteen seconds. Then, finally, her eyes flickered shut and her arms flopped limply to her sides.

Farah lowered the driver to the ground, then returned to the front of the bus and shut the doors. The vehicle's tinted windows would afford her some much-welcome privacy over the next few minutes.

Farah stripped the dark-skinned driver of her uniform jacket, then unlaced the black boots. She pulled down the woman's black pants, revealing an elastic pair of emerald-green panties. She unbuttoned the driver's shirt and eased it off her, revealing her to wear a green bullet-cup bra with shoulder straps.

Farah removed her chef disguise and prepared to step into the driver uniform. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the bus door.

"Anyone in there?" It was one of the color guard girls. "I think I left my baton on the bus."

Dammit! Farah looked around anxiously. These girls really were absent-minded. What was she to do?

"Hello?" the girl said again. "Driver-lady, you in there? I hear noises."

"Just a minute," Farah said in her best approximation of Marissa's voice. "I'll find your baton."

Farah had stolen plenty of uniforms in her young career, but never had she gotten dressed in a disguise as quickly as she was now. Shirt, pants, jacket, boots - she moved rapidly, and in no time at all she looked like a whole new woman.

"Found it yet?" the girl asked.

"I'm coming." Stepping to the rear of the bus, Farah spotted the lonely baton and retrieved it.

She opened the bus door, keeping her head low. Though she and the driver were similar in build and appearance, it would not do to be discovered so quickly due to their difference in facial features.

"Here you are, dear," she said, trying to obscure her British accent.

The blonde was busy staring at her phone, and didn't even look up as she took the baton. "Thank you." She started to walk away.

Farah stared after her in shock. "Are you serious?"

The blonde didn't look back. "You say something?"

"I went to all this trouble to get dressed as quick as possible... and you don't even bother looking at my disguise?"

The blonde turned around. "Sorry, I can't hear.... hhmmmppphhhh!!"

She struggled against the strong hand which now clamped over her mouth.

"I was going to let you all finish your training," Farah stated as she dragged the squirming color guard girl back on the bus. "But, lucky girl... you get an early start."

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Dr. Chen had rarely felt true excitement in her life. As a scientist, she had been trained to reserve her emotions... question her hypotheses... meticulously plan every detail. Her concern with minutiae had distanced her from true thrills, and that was the way she preferred it.

However, at this moment, there was no question that the bubbly feeling building up in her heart was excitement.

Surrounded as she was by powerful weaponry, Julia Chen felt like a girl in a candy store. The walls were lined with guns; the tables covered in gaseous and explosive metal devices.

Lucinda and Meredith were also intrigued by their surroundings, though they lacked the scientific prowess of their companion.

Dr. Chen returned focus to the mission. "Take what you can," she ordered. "Conceal them in cloths and satchels. Take care, some of these devices are quite deadly."

Lucinda picked up a large chrome gun with a mercurial payload. "I wonder what this does."

"Guess we'll find out." Meredith was stuffing gas-bombs into a bag like they were muffins at a bake sale.

"Indeed," Dr. Chen nodded. "But only once we're back in Florida."

"How are we going to get back?" Lucinda inquired. "Our boat has probably floated out to sea by now."

Dr. Chen grinned. "Don't worry about a thing, friends," she said. "I have an plan for that, too."

Meredith leaned over to Lucinda. "Is there anything this woman doesn't have a plan for?"

"Let's hope not," Lucinda smiled. "I'm starting to like working with her."

"Chop-chop, girls," Dr. Chen said. "We need to get moving."

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Felicia shivered as she circled the outside of the police station, wondering if there was a easy way in.

A policewoman exited the side of the building, heading toward the rear. She was dark-haired, pretty - and just about Felicia's size.

Felicia brightened as she began thinking up the best way to separate the woman from her uniform.

But no! She stopped herself. She had made a promise... and she wanted to win that bet.

Still, perhaps she could get away with mugging one woman... her friends weren't around to know, and she could claim she got the outfit from a closet or something. Yes, that would work.

Smiling, she followed the uniformed woman to the rear of the building.

The officer had her back turned to Felicia, and was surveying the area. She did not turn as the smiling redhead crept up behind her.

Felicia pounced, her arm circling the woman's neck. "Time for a game of cops and robbers," she said. "And I... whoooaaaa!"

The policewoman flipped Felicia over. The girl landed on her back, wind knocked out of her.

"What are you doing, girl?"

Felicia looked up. It was Bobbi!

"Wait... were you just trying to mug me for my uniform?"

Felicia bit her lip. "...No."

Bobbi laughed. "I knew it! I knew you couldn't control yourself."

"Yes, i can!" Felicia got to her feet, indignantly brushing herself off. "And the bet's still on. I didn't steal your clothes, so the bet's still on."

"You'll never last two weeks," Bobbi grinned as the rear door opened.

Bridget stepped out, also in uniform. "Didn't find anything," she said dejectedly. "Oh... Felicia, what are you doing back here?"

"Getting a lesson in self-control," Bobbi chuckled.

Felicia glared at her. "Okay, Ms. High and Mighty... did you find anything about Karima?"

"A little," Bobbi admitted. "Not much, but more than we've got."

"Let's get back to my place and check it out," Bridget replied.

"Good idea," Bobbi said as they headed for the exit. "And 'Licia, try not to mug anyone on our way back home."

"Oh, shut up."

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"Sure is dark down here," Marina remarked.

She, Toshiko, and Cassandra had made their way down to the Cerberus basement. Their disguises had allowed them to walk the length of the complex without raising any eyebrows. Having scouted the perimeter, they were ready for the next phase of their plan.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark," Cassandra said.

"No! I'm just saying I could use a flashlight before I trip and break something."

"Well, just be careful," Cassandra remarked. "I'd prefer the 'something' you break not be me."

"Stop yapping," Toshiko said tersely. "Let's plant the bombs and get out of here."

In the dim lighting, she could not see Cassandra turn to Marina and do her silent, goofy impression of "angry Toshiko." Marina suppressed a giggle.

"Hurry up, you two," Toshiko said, pushing forward.

Not far off, Zuhal had found her way to Cerberus' underground laboratory, with Carolyn and Atsuko in tow.

"Hurry up, girls," Zuhal said. "The quicker we find the bomb, the quicker we get to go home."

"This place is giving me the creeps." Carolyn whispered. "I can't believe you work here, Suki."

Atsuko chuckled. "I tend to prefer the upper floors - more light, and apparently fewer explosives."

"I'm amazed you can joke," Carolyn replied in a hushed tone. "That woman who dragged us here is crazy... She's evil... She's..."

"...got excellent hearing," Zuhal piped up, glancing over her shoulder. "Instead of calling me names, how about helping me find the explosive?"

Carolyn shivered. "What if it blows up? This is crazy. I don't want to be near an underground bomb..."

Atsuko squeezed her hand. "It's okay, honey, it's okay... it'll be all right, I promise."

Zuhal sighed. "I knew it was a mistake to bring a couple of amateurs... Look, you lovebirds wait here. I'll find the bomb and be back before you know it. Cool?"

Carolyn nodded slowly. "Fine... just... hurry back."

Zuhal smiled. "I'm glad we understand each other." She stepped into the lab.

"Okay... if I were a powerful explosive mechanism, where would I be?" She began searching around the support beams.

Out in the hall, Carolyn hugged Atsuko tightly. "Maybe we should get out of here? Before she comes back?"

"Maybe," Atsuko admitted. She, too, was scared - though she was trying to remain strong for her wife. "But... look, this will all be over soon. Just try to relax."

"I'm trying..." Carolyn closed her eyes. "Gotta breathe..."

"Just like yoga class," Atsuko smiled, closing her own eyes and grasping Carolyn's hands. "Breathe in... hold for a count of three... breathe out."

Carolyn nodded. "Breathe in..."

The two women stood for what felt like several minutes, eyes closed, breathing quietly and serenely.

Carolyn smiled. She was actually starting to feel more relaxed; in fact, she --

WHAK!

THUNK!

Carolyn and Atsuko fell unconscious to the floor.

"Good night, princesses," Marina blew on her judo-chop hand.

"What are these two doing down here?" Cassandra wondered. "Yoga? This was the best spot for them to do yoga?"

"Never mind these idiots," Toshiko snapped. "Now that the potential witnesses are out of the way, we can..."

She gasped.

"What's wrong, boss?" Marina inquired.

Toshiko knelt down by the unconscious women. The she looked up. "We have to go."

"Go?" Cassandra asked. "What about the bombs? We..."

"Don't argue with me!" Toshiko growled. "Marina, grab the redhead." She picked up the unconscious Atsuko. "We're getting out of here."

"Aye-aye, boss," Marina said obligingly. "But can I ask what changed?"

Toshiko bit her lip. "I..." she struggled. "I didn't know my sister was in the building."

Cassandra and Marina exchanged a surprised glance, but said nothing more as they exited the basement with the two unconscious women.

Thirty seconds later, Zuhal stepped out of the lab. "I found two bombs, ladies," she declared in triumph. "Now let's get..."

She looked around. "Hello? Anyone?"

Sighing, she tucked the defused explosives beneath her arms. "So they ran off... Go figure." She shrugged. "Anyway, best get back to Bridget..."

Brilliant chapter here Tirepanted3.

The whole scene with the two policewoman was extremely well done, I like the way you use a wide variety of bra and panties on your victims, keeps things interesting, so amazing job on that. I found it interesting as well that Bridget wrapped them up for warmth, an extremely rare occasion as a whole.

Aaahhh poor Zuhal first the pride then the fall with the whole shes has great night vision bit. I like who scenario of where it seems Atsuko is brand new to the USB scene, but I'm sure she'll get the hang of it as time goes by.

Farah's scene was awesome and I knew where she was coming from, I mean she got all dressed up and none even glanced at her, what's the point in gaining a disguise if you can't use it, brilliant scene.

Hhhmm I see Dr. Chen's plan is moving along just fine at the moment, I'm looking forward to seeing how that develops as the story progresses. Speaking of which I see Felicia almost gave into her natural USB urges there, hey you can't keep a good USB woman down, it'll only be a matter of time before the allure of stealing another women's uniform will overcome Felicia again, in other words......I can't wait.

I wasn't expecting the chapter to the end that way either, a nice little surprise there at the end. Overall I really enjoyed this chapter and I think you've done an amazing job with this, many thanks for another great chapter.

I''m not sure whether Bridget wrapped the policewomen up for warmth, or to conceal them from prying eyes. Probably a mix of the two. The variety in bras and panties was inspired by Rufusluciusivan's stories, which feature an abundance of different types and colors of underwear.

It's always fun introducing new characters (like Atsuko) to the prospect of uniform stealing, or having professional masters of disguise (like Farah) see their talents go to waste. The life of a USB can be difficult... no wonder Felicia is trying to take a break.

Glad you liked the ending; I've got a few more surprises lined up as the story continues.

Not much to say about the uniform stealings or the story progress, they're as solid as usual and have a steady pace. It was interesting to see Atsuko and Carolyn being roped into the story, and the twist with Toshiko... The scene with the policewomen was nicely detailed, with the (seldom-seen) use of the tarp. Because you can be efficient and nice with your victims at the same time! I really like it when you take a little more time to describe with a little more details than usual a scene. I can only encourage you to do it as often as you feel like it...

And I know I've already mentioned it several times, but I wanted to make a small digression on that subject here. The humour and the good lines (and one-liners) are what gives your stories their own identity. For instance, great use of recurring victims with Vonda, Cara and Marla to bring some humour. This the kind of details that gives scenes their own identity and prevent them from feeling repetitive.

The puns...

"That's the real takeout woman," Zuhal explained. "I had to..." She pulled off her sunglasses. "...take her out."

The most savage burn I've read in a while...

"I always love a challenge." she chuckled. "Too bad these places never provide me with one."

The one-liners...

"I'm giving myself a promotion."

And of course, the delicious, delicious irony... These people should know that phrases like: "I wish something exciting would happen around here." or "It's not like it could happen again." should never be uttered in any story... Too bad Cara couldn't interrupt her partner in time.

All of these are (personally) one of the main things that keep my interest even after this many stories. I'll stop myself here, or else I might flow my comment with a succession of quotes. Bottom-line, I really like this writing-style and the atmosphere it creates.

To finish with a few observations:

Zuhal nodded. "Probably. Although their underwear is more colorful than most of the guards I've mugged over the years..."

-> Is that a reference to her complain that security women were always wearing boring underwear?

And is it me or is Toshiko starting to make the same mistakes (by not treating her partners very well) that pushed her to betray Sloane in the first place?

I'll admit that you found a good way to justify the base not being searched after the discovery of several women stripped of their uniform, even though I personally don't think it's very realisitic. I guess the greatest weakness of any character in a USB story is that they don't know they're in an USB story... (Though I admit, I'm nitpicking on this detail because it caught my attention. This isn't a major plot point anyway.)

Felicia did indeed almost lose her bet. Close call!

Trackman and Rufusluciusivan made a great job by describing in detail the most intriguing features and protagonists


but the main character is already on the stage almost unnoticed

the empty stomach bus is hungry wanting its share of girls stripped of their uniforms

... and Farah starts to feed it

A few more surprises eh? Well I'm in. You've got a loyal follower out of me tirepanted3

Rufusluciusivan: I can't promise that every uniform stealing scene will be detailed, but I do try to elaborate when it feels appropriate. Sometimes I don't want to interrupt the flow for too long, other times it's fun to dwell on the subject.

I'm having a great time writing the dialogue and I'm happy you find it humorous. I feel like good, fun dialogue really brings a story to life, and try to add humor wherever I can.

Yes, Zuhal's line a was a reference to her comment about security guards and their boring underwear. I like throwing in little continuity jokes every now and then for attentive readers. And yes, it seems Toshiko has her own leadership issues much like Sloane did, although they won't be taking her in quite the same direction, as you'll see.


Esercito: I think I know what your favorite plotline in this story is. Rest assured, the bus will become rather full before long.


Trackman: Great to hear! I've become a fan of your work as well; hope to read your latest chapter shortly.

Well thank you very much too. I have just posted my latest chapter, but I will warn you now. Its a long chapter, I had to do a double post on it.

on a side note: I believe the color guard gir didn't forgot her 'baton' but hr "flag"- I don't know the proper word


please mr Tirepanted choose a not 'skimpy' outfit for the color guards I prefer when the uniform donors are well- clothed up

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