A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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It appeared that Stephenson had a choice for most social occasions………after all, but unknown to her archaic and conservative school, she was a very sociable woman…….

There were various skirts, some very short, one was made of leather……..skimpy tops, sheer blouses……swirling or erratic patterns, loud colours…..

Contained within this wardrobe was not the clothing that Zoya needed…..…….if she had intended to stay in the flat for a longer duration……well, she would have investigated further, she would have enjoyed trying everything on…….squeezing into that leather skirt…….she would have been like a kid in a candy store……
Zoya deduced that this was where the woman kept her casual clothes……her little going out numbers
She moved on…..

She turned her attention to the other wardrobe……..lots of formal wear, dresses, frocks and gowns……suit jackets, formal looking blouses and shirts……sweaters….….one or two hats
This range and collection of ladies apparel looked more promising for her task……..
The colours more dower…..….more subdued…..

But then she spotted what she supposed was Stephenson’s work attire…..….those old style Coco Chanel suit and skirt combinations……..
This was the Miranda Stephenson the professional world knew……this was how she liked to present herself to the world in general…….….not the secret slut she really was…….

She spotted something else in there………this particular piece of clothing had caught her eye
Inside the other door, hanging up……..she opened it wider……this was the clothing she had worn yesterday……..the gray suit and skirt………probably had one more use in it before it needed cleaning she supposed……..
She touched the skirt and suit jacket………she had seen the woman inside these just yesterday………
After her fingers had quickly lingered and caressed the skirts rear zip…….she again moved on

Her hands then ran along the darker shaded row of ladies suits hanging up on the rail……….
Her hand again lingered…….and then had paused on seeing something else………something a little different from the conservative looking skirts and jackets…….its colour was in beige or dark cream………..

She took the hanger out and looked at the garment…….it was a trouser and suit combination………the jacket had wide lapels….cinched at the waist…..no pockets………
The trousers were slightly flared at the bottom…….they zipped from the side…….
Zoya pondered her options………

If she wore one of the woman’s tight skirts or dresses…….heels and tights…….and if something went wrong she would struggle to move fast in an emergency……..plus with the skirt suit she would have to wear a slip of some sort………the restrictive and tight undergarments would slow her down……….

The suit gave her more room to manoeuvre in a fight……or a fast getaway………..fight or flight……
Also the suit was professional working attire…….that is why it was in the wardrobe with her other formal wear…….
Okay…….the woman favoured skirts……..but she had purchased this combination, and it looked used

Zoya decided…….she selected and removed the suit jacked and trousers and placed on the bed near their gagged and dozing owner……..

Now she needed a compatible blouse to match the suit…….and within the ladies closet were quite a few choices……

Her hand glided along the rail…….she selected two that were not just right……..she let them fall to the floor…….she wanted something in ivory……..

Finally she found one that she thought suited her best……….a light cotton mix, not that transparent, the bra underneath would be detectable but not visible……long sleeved……..it buttoned up like a shirt……….
Claire Carrington had similar within her numerous wardrobes…….when holding and inspecting the shirt on its hanger Zoya recognised the small Peter Pan collar on this one…..she had worn similar that had been Claire’s…….they were generally comfortable and easy to wear……..

The shirt was ivory in colour………that would be nice with the suit and trousers…….they matched
She hung the blouse to the outside of the wardrobe door……..
She was going to wear that…….

Zoya went back to the holdall……..she needed more of what was inside……..
After retrieving a box and a few more items……..she also placed a manila envelope on the dressing table…….and a small brown bottle with a white medical label affixed

Her attention now focused on the woman’s underwear………what was Zoya going to wear under that suit……
Zoya went over to the chest of draws……..she opened the top one that she knew contained her brassieres ……
It slid open easily enough……..the knicker draw below was also open and accessible if required………she opened it fully wishing to get a good look of what was on offer inside…….

Once again Stephenson had some quality items in there….Zoya was not disappointed by what she could see
She started to go through the woman’s intimate garments…………
There were various colours…….but most of the brassieres were the standard black and white…….the colours that tended to match most outfits………
There were one or two nudes…….a royal blue……a navy blue, a red bra and one that was dark green…….

There was also one each in a light pink and a peach……..she liked that peach coloured lace nylon floral clam trimmed brassiere………but it would not blend in under the blouse chosen…….
She threw the bra near to the holdall…….she was stealing that one for good……..

There were a few different styles too…….
Zoya had noted that females now mainly preferred lacy and floral garments……Stephenson’s choices reflected that trend…..
The bras themselves were mostly half cupped with a lace or clam shaped trim…….
One or two were demi cupped in style……..she spotted a balcony bra……….one or two strapless…….both with heavy torso bands……
Zoya extracted the brassieres that were ivory in colour………there were four
The woman……silent, tied up and gagged…….with only her sleeping head visible……..had around fifteen bras buried in that drawer………….when the average woman got by with much less………..
They were not cheap either nowadays…….and Zoya was not even paying the bill………
Rather vain, pretty and pretentious women tended to follow this rule………

She finally selected one………she knew the undergarment would fit her, maybe requiring only a little adjustment to the shoulder straps……..
The ivory bra was a full cupped affair, Playtex by brand……..the woman did not have many full cupped bras……it was made of shiny nylon….a full thick band in a U shape……..underwired and seamed on the cup……..both cups had no trim………they were plain…….the bras only surrender to feminine trimmings was a small bow set within the gore of both cups………….

She wanted to wear practicable and comfortable underwear on this one……again……it was the flight of fight conundrum……..if the operation went wrong……….and she did not end up getting terminated……… she had no desire to be captured and strip searched wearing another bitches fancy and skimpy undies………..
She placed the selected bra near the trousers and suit jacket…….

She delved into the woman’s knicker draw…….
Again, many colours…….a few styles………
She reached in and rummaged through the soft silk, satin and cotton undergarments…….she relished the moment…..
She enjoyed the intrusion into another woman’s private life……..
She selected, inspected and then discarded many……there were too many bikini’s, too much lace or lattice fronts……..a few G strings which were like wearing wire……..you only wore them to fuck……
Bikinis generally showed under tight trousers and skirts……unless one wore a slip

With trousers she wanted briefs…….either hip or over the hip………
The only ivory coloured knickers she did find were bikinis…….not suitable……..there would be VPL or Visible Panty Line……no thanks thought Zoya……..she did not want to draw attention to herself with sexually frustrated guards or whomever staring at her tight arse……she knew it was going to happen, why encourage it……….she needed to get in and out……..make contact……..

Eventually she did find a nude pair that were suitable…….flesh coloured in shiny satin……..plain and seamless except for a reinforced crotch….…..high hip by the looks of them, a small bow only at the centre in the elastic waistband…………
She flicked the garment……..giving them a shake……..then held them up outwards with both hands……displaying the silky pants towards the woman who had bought them………she wished that the woman had been awake to witness that…….the gesture normally drove them wild with outrage………

She then stepped into them….with both bare feet and then up her legs..……..the knicker elastic snapped over her hips……the bow was below her belly button…….the knickers sat just above her hips…….
Her being so slim and lithe there were no bulges……..her pubis deliciously curved under the satin undergarment….…..her hands smoothed and adjusted the satin material until they sat perfectly on her loins…….her fingers now tweaked between her legs as she realigned the reinforced crotch…..
The nude coloured and large knickers suited her well……….

Zoya still braless was about to walk over to the dressing table………

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She paused….looking back at the underwear filled draws…….
‘Fuck it’ she said

With both hands she delved into the two long drawers……..
Eventually her two hands were full…….one was brimming with pairs of the woman’s knickers……the other had a few of her brassieres …….their individual straps and bands hanging from her packed and overflowing hand……..
She took her booty to the holdall……..and proceeded to pack and compress the delicate undies inside…….
She also packed in the peach coloured lacy bra……she really did like that one…….
If it was one thing Zoya did not have time for……it was doing the fucking laundry………

In doing so she looked across to the now previous owner of the underwear……….with only her head visible, the white compress pad and bandage dominating her face…….her eyelids closed……..her unseen and unmoving bulk under the bedding…………
‘Thank you Honey……..I appreciate the kind gesture’ Zoya mocked……..

Finished stuffing the soft undies inside the bag she sauntered over to the dressing bureau………wearing her new and fresh, nude knickers…….her backside tight within them…….the split of her buttocks most conspicuous……..the line of her back……..her thin waist………her brown hair in a knot held by a band……..
Zoya adjusted the small stool that the woman used when sat at the table………
Zoya sat down……..it was time to assume the face of the woman silently lying on the bed
‘What have we here’ she said

She took stock of the assembly of beauty products and assorted accessories that were accumulated on the table………
From the manila envelope she retrieved the colour portrait photograph of Stephenson taken from her school……..
She placed the photo to her left……balanced on the frame of the large mirror that had been fitted to the table……..
She looked into the reflective glass……..she could not see the face of the woman lying on her bed…….just a dark silent lump under the blankets…………hardly perceptibly, but if you took the time to look the blanket was gently rising and falling………the woman tightly restrained under the bedding was alive

Zoya began her transformation………
Her first task was very easy……….she used a nail varnish……….a cherry red……….her nails were not that good, they had been neglected for a long time…….the gagged woman’s nails were professionally manicured……..but still, at least Zoya’s were now red…….rather than natural…….as she blew on her nails to dry them she noticed that her hands were also a little rough……..
A good skin and hand cream would take care of that……but not now…….there was no time…….there would be no doubt that the woman had some tucked away somewhere……..probably in her bathroom

Satisfied that her nails were sufficiently dry……Zoya, while using the photograph as a reference starting applying the woman’s makeup……..
Dabs of face cream, foundation……soft pads and brushes………neutral flesh tones……..blusher……
Pencils, eyeliner…….mascara……..eye shadow…..and finally lipstick…….the same tone, no doubt the same tube that the comatose woman had used yesterday……..a dark wine red………..
She smacked her lips………looking at her reflection……..no bad at all……..a pretty thin faced woman in makeup stared back at her……….
Zoya noted that she was still topless…..…her rounded pert breasts and nipples reflected in the mirrored glass………..she would put on the bra later………

Stephenson had left all her jewellery and accessories on the table……..probably from late last night……when she and Trevor had arrived late to the flat…… after their illicit pub rendezvous………
Yes…..…Zoya had stalked them……..
Zoya had observed them arriving from her car……..…watching and waiting
Stephenson must have been in a hurry to get all her bangles, beads and chains off………they lay scattered over the table, they had not been carefully placed as per normal………

No sign of any thrown and abandoned clothes in bedroom…....maybe in the bathroom she thought…….or somewhere else she had not been yet…..…the woman’s clothes from last night were not in the corridor when she had broke in……….

She started to go through the jewellery and cheap accessories……..she began to place and fix them to her own body…….
Soon Zoya was sporting gold clam shell clip on earrings……….a thin gold necklace with a small oval shaped pendant…….the pendant hanging on her chest bone……..she had found a cheap ring that had fitted one of her fingers………. and on her right wrist she sported a gold bracelet………

She removed the police issue watch that she was rather fond of…….the one that she had removed from the bound and gagged Susan McBride…..she briefly wondered how the trusting Susan was getting on after her ordeal…….no doubt she was on extended sick leave……..she was not the mentally toughened type……a girl really playing in a big and dangerous world……….
She threw the watch into the holdall and replaced it with Miranda’s slim gold ladies timepiece…….

She was slowly taking shape………..

Finally she stood………her curved, bonnet like pubis in the nude knickers, with its little cute bow, high on her hips, blending with her skin, filling the image within the glass of the mirror………

She reached down towards the bed……...and picked up the bra she had selected for her ruse………
As per normal in her dressing method……she did no generally to like to fasten a bra from the back……..it was far too fiddly and annoying most of the time……trying to catch the hooks
She normally fastened the hooks from the front…….the cups initially on her back
Once connected she then slid the band around her midriff to her front………then lifted the bra up and over her large chest and at the same time sliding her arms through the shoulder straps……
The process was a lot quicker……..the silence of the bedroom was broken by the feminine snapping of various straps……..and elastic
She adjusted the stolen bra…….making sure her breasts were seated correctly inside the cups……the underwire support sat correctly under her breasts, not pinching her……..the band level and straight on her upper torso and back………she made sure the shoulder straps were not twisted……..
More snapping sounds ensued……..

Satisfied she moved over to a full length mirror on a separate stand…….
She looked at her reflection…….
The hair was not right yet…….but soon would be

The underwear looked good, felt comfortable and looked natural on her own body…….if someone had a chance to stare then no one would suspect that another woman was meant to be inside them……

She briefly appraised the nude and supportive knickers, which were seamless and tight in following the inherent curve of her appealing and mesmerising stomach and pubis…….
Her curved bosom hidden and supported by an ivory coloured brassiere, full cupped with no trim or lace made in shiny nylon with a tight thick band……
As expected Stephenson’s Brassieres had been a perfect fit, even the shoulder straps did not need adjusting……..
Which had been a little surprising as the original owner being a little taller than herself……….the woman had wider shoulders than Zoya…..

She noted her earrings, the bracelet and necklace…….her new thin wristwatch…….her fingers sported two new rings
Her makeup looked nice and mirrored the image in the photograph and also duplicated on how the woman had looked only yesterday………
She was happy with her appearance so far ……..
Zoya turned on her bare heels…………..her toe nails, unlike the tied up woman she was robbing were not varnished……….they would remain so for this operation……..
She did not intend to wear open toed ladies footwear………..

She padded over once more to the holdall……..she rummaged briefly and took another vital piece of disguise that she defiantly required…………...it was the brown, unmarked box……………
Once again she eased her satin clad bottom onto the small stool………
As she sat down she saw her image in the mirror…….…….the bra gave her a good cleavage…….
She briefly pondered the chloroformed and gagged woman doing the same…………dressed in these same undergarments……..touching up her lips or brushing her hair…….
Feeling all nice and safe………enjoying her intimate privacy…….
Never in a million years thinking that a stranger would be doing the same in her very own personal attire……..

Zoya took a small, fleshy pink looking and flimsy transparent piece of fabric……she began to peel the pink fabric outwards……….making the springy material bigger………..
It was wig cap……..

She removed the cheap black elastic band from her own hair……..she threw it away………..now lost on the dark carpet
If it was found it would mean nothing…..they would assume it belonged to the indisposed occupant…….

She then proceeded to stretch the wig cap above her head…….eventually she eased it over her scalp…………..making sure her natural hair was fully trapped underneath………..
Happy that her natural hair was flat and fully underneath the wig…………she turned her attention to the box……….
She retrieved from the box Paddy’s expensively prepared and provided hairpiece……….an exact replica of the intricate hairstyle Stephenson normally assumed when at work……..
She carefully eased the hairpiece onto her own head……….

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Zoya used one of the woman’s small combs began to make it perfect…….
She looked at all the loose twirls to the front and side………the intricate bun with the fancy clip……….which was a volume French Barrettes, tortoiseshell and rectangular…..…worn horizontal at the back of one’s head……….
The hairpiece was good, very good……….
Paddy’s people had excelled themselves in creating this………..the hairpiece had no doubt been lovingly made by an artisan……

Even the hairclips matched those of what the woman normally wore……..the attention to detail was staggering………the Barrettes also matched the horn rimmed spectacles……..

The hairpiece was also a godsend when it came to time……
Unless one was well practiced it must take Stephenson ages to get her hair ready……….maybe that was why she woke up so early……
That and being screwed senseless before dawn……..
Without the prepared wig Zoya would never have got her hairstyle right……….
Thank you Paddy………

Satisfied with the combing and brushing Zoya finally fixed the hairpiece in place……..
She adjusted it so it felt comfortable…….it felt tight on her head……..
She reached for the woman’s horn rimmed spectacles……..Stephenson did not really need these, her eyes were good…….it was another vanity project…..she must think that they made her look sophisticated and cultured………..it fitted the roll and persona of the headmistress she wanted longingly to be…….

She looked at her reflection……the wig, the spectacles………not bad at all
In fact it was very good………
She adjusted the hairpiece a little more……..
She checked the portrait photograph………the hair style looked the same, same glasses, same coloured eyes……thin cheeks, thin eyebrows, nose the same size and same shape……..chin the same……..makeup composition identical……….her ears draped with the loose twirls….……..gold clam ear rings, the same as yesterday…….perfect……..the affect was very good……
In fact the impersonation was bloody awesome……..if she didn’t know the fakery herself she would have assumed she was looking at Miranda Stephenson………

The eyeglasses helped to break up her own features, supporting and endorsing those of the replaced woman instead………..

She stood up and walked over to the full length mirror……....how many times had the real Miranda do this……..
Countless times no doubt……….she was a vain bitch……….

She arched her head to various severe angles, testing the stability of the hairpiece…….it appeared to be very secure……
Her neck looked good and normal wearing it……..she could see the large horizontal clip…….the locks hanging to the sides……..the hair looked so real………
She took in Miranda’s underwear that she was now wearing
She smiled with her new dark red lips………..
Yes……..that was why she was smiling
When Zoya appraised at her image in the tall mirror all she saw looking intently back at her was Ms Miranda Stephenson……..the same woman as yesterday………only this time just wearing a bra and knickers……….
Zoya once more experienced that tingling sensation between her legs ……….
Zoya knew this was going to work……..

Poor Gladys next door had had a terrible night……..no sleep……and she wasn’t getting any younger….
All that banging next door…….Alf and his bloody snoring……….
She groaned……..she looked terrible in her old style hairnet…….
Her mouth was dry……..she felt very thirsty…..
She squinted at the old style wind up alarm clock……..the type with two metal bells and a striker……..it was later than she thought……all that disturbed sleep that’s why……
She gave up……..and decided to get up and get out of bed…..
She gently pulled away the blankets…….she did not want to wake him up……….
She eased her legs over the side….looking for her large and warm fluffy slippers…….
Finally she found them and slipped her feet into them…...she stood up in her long nightdress, retrieved her dressing gown and silently headed towards the kitchen……..she softly closed the bedroom door behind her…..…
She fancied a nice cup of tea…….hot and strong, with just a little carnation condensed milk, the one that came in a tin….………just on her own, just sitting at her small kitchen table……..
All nice and peaceful……….before the world woke up and ruined her day……..
She shuffled into the kitchen……...feeling very sleepy………she saw the kettle……..but first she wanted some milk……..she had a tin already opened in there……
She opened the fridge……..there was no tin…….
Okay……milk from the bottle then……..she spied the milk bottle……….on the lowest shelf
She groaned…….
She retrieved the said bottle……..full fat normally………...it was empty
Bloody Alf she thought………….selfish git……..

Zoya was now in the flat’s hallway………
She was standing in front of the full length mirror that had been secured to the wall……..not far from the front door…….

Positioned so that a certain person could check herself over before she finally left home……..just to make sure that one’s clothing was in order………
The white painted master bedroom’s door was now closed……….the bedrooms shocking secret hidden behind ‘Closed Doors’

She was adjusting the Peter Pan collar on the ivory female designed shirt she was now wearing………
The buttons had been fastened low, showing a lot of her upper chest, but not of her cleavage, she did not want unnecessary attention on this job….……….
The tasteful gold pendant and thin chain was just visible………
Her breasts were wholesome, and this showed on her shirt fabric as it pulled tightly over her rounded and curved breasts……...
The ivory shirt was made of a thin cotton…..
Therefore, a vague outline of the bra worn underneath was just evident but not overly visible………
Unlike some women she was not advertising her choice in underwear to the world………..
She adjusted the beige suit jacket………its collar and cut synched waist……...her hand brushed off what looked like stray hairs……..
She pulled at the bottom of the jacket………
It all looked rather nice and professional………more rather like a lawyer than a teacher…….

The light brown trousers were high and tight over her good looking hips……….
Even more taut, like a second skin over her deliciously curved loins and stomach…….
The trousers sat high on her waist……..the trousers seamless over the deep curve of her pubis, the attractive feminine affect aided that they had been designed to be zipped on her right hip…….
The fabric stretched tight over her wide hips…….

Zoya pivoted her waist……...trying to look at her pert bottom….…so sign of the briefs underneath……..
The trousers were also tight on her thighs……..then they slightly flared at the bottom……..

Her feet were encased in soft translucent tan hosiery……her unpainted toes covered in a darker reinforced seam……..
They were a light tan……tights in fact, sheer to waist…….around 12 to 15 denier…….
She felt very snug and warm under those tight trousers………
Outside in the cold air that would be fine………but indoors wearing underwear, tights and trousers it was a little too uncomfortable…….

But she had had no choice in wearing tights………it had been the only choice available
Of all the items missing from the real Miranda’s intimate’s trousseau had been any knee or ankle length stockings…….designed to be worn with trousers…….
The omission in her hosiery assortment was quite baffling……..
Zoya had not used or stolen them……..and Zoya had ruined all her full length stockings in tying the woman up……
So Zoya had to settle for a pair of her light tan tights……….

She checked her new artificial hairstyle, the intricate and complicate dark brown hairpiece looked so natural, she touched her fringe……..the hair piece looked like her own…….part of her
She checked her face with the horn rimmed spectacles…….the heavy use of makeup……..she really did look like Miranda……
She even smelled like her……..Zoya had liberally used the woman’s perfume prior to donning the blouse and suit……..
She, with the help of others had done a marvellous job……..

Only those with a personal or intimate relationship with Stephenson would know the complete difference…….passing acquaintances or those met in transmit would and could be fooled…….
She was sure of it……..

She slipped her stockinged feet into a pair of brown leather flats, she thought they may be d’Orsay……..
Not the greatest ladies shoe for elegance and style……..but in these she could run……..and run fast if needed……..
Stephenson had kept her various shoes and boots in the hallway…..……

She was now fully dressed as Miranda would have been……..it was time to start her working day

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Once her shoes were safely on her feet she concentrated on the woman’s shoulder bag and briefcase…….
Within the briefcase were her teaching notes and other paraphernalia that a teacher would require to teach, a file folder with a list of names, a time schedule on classes….…….a rather used book, The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck……..she quickly deduced this was the teaching subject…….she placed all the material back……..

The Admiral holdall was also there…….fully zipped and looking much fatter and fuller on when she had first clandestinely arrived…….
The bag was full of her own clothes……..stolen prior……..and also full with an equally stolen selection of Miranda’s fresh underwear…..
Everything she had brought with her was in that bag……..tape, chloroform, the now empty box…….she had left no evidence behind…….

The black leather shoulder bag contained the usual bric a brac that any woman in the world would vehemently declare was vital to their womanly needs and demand that they were essential and on hand every time they left the home………..
Oddly……..and inside the bag was the second orange ball cut from the bath sponge Zoya had purchased yesterday…..……..the other ball was deep inside the real Miranda’s mouth………behind the closed bedroom door……
Just in case thought Zoya……..just in case
She was now looking for the flat and car keys……….they appeared not to be in the shoulder bag……..or even the purse inside that……..

She was interrupted…….
The doorbell rang……….

Zoya swung her head towards the door……...her pretty face now very serious……….her eyes focused
She moved towards the door…….her heels making hardly any sound………

Who could this be she was thinking……….hoping it was not Trevor Hughes wanting a little extra action……..
If it was him…..…he would get more action than he could ever anticipate………..

She saw the security peephole set into the door……….she moved her head forward, and lifted Miranda’s glasses to her forehead….……..moving her left eye closer to the viewing hole…….she looked into the glass hole

She saw an old woman staring back……the image disfigured, the old woman’s head looking overly large…..
It looked like the old woman was wearing a dressing gown and sporting an old fashioned hairnet……
Zoya relaxed a little……….maybe she was a ruse………maybe they were waiting to burst in, just out of sight…….
And then she thought ………
What the fuck would she want at this hour………
Yet again old people were unpredictable……..and generally cranky……

Zoya decided she must be a resident, a neighbour from next door or across the hall…..that was the probable of living in a flat…….people lived on top of one another…….

Yet again…….she must know the real Stephenson…….Zoya could use this meeting as a test…..

Zoya looked over her shoulder……….at the closed bedroom door………the real resident was out for the count……..she was gagged and tied up tight within her bedroom…….and was comatose

The white pad over the tape had not been applied just for aesthetic purposes……….the little small brown glass bottle placed earlier on the dressing table had contained chloroform……..
By using the rubber pipette she had saturated the white pad with more chloroform………not a great amount, but enough to keep the woman very drowsy on when she eventually awoke………

Zoya shrugged……..she would mark this as test of her disguise abilities…….if she could not fool an old woman who probably had degraded eyesight…….then it was time to retire………

She smiled…...her face absolutely changed……..when she smiled she looked so disarming and…….well……...really normal…….
Nobody would ever guess that she a very dangerous deep cover agent and had just subdued a woman in her own home to steal her identity……..
She just looked like a well off, white collar professional woman preparing to go to work…………

She removed the chain from the door……and turned the handle……..

She opened the door smiling ‘Good Morning’……she said cheerily…….as of yet she did not know the old woman’s name……
No one jumped out from the shadows shouting ‘Freeze’ or ‘Get Down’……….as she had expected and sensed that the old woman was on her own……

‘Morning Miranda’ said the pensioner………..she was squinting up at Zoya. Just standing there clutching the collar of her dressing gown…..…….
Zoya was pleased ………..the old one obviously thought she was Miranda Stephenson………

‘Can I help you’ Zoya noted the shabby dressing gown………the slippers
‘I don’t want any problems Luv’ the accent was quite working class……..and definitely old London……..she appeared a little nervous…….

Zoya wondered how she could afford a flat in this building……..it was located in a good area…….not the East End, North or even the South End…….

‘I agree……..what problems would they be’ enquired Zoya….pretending to display an inquisitive patience……

‘Well’ said Gladys, looking and sounding very embarrassed……….

The old woman paused……then stammered and then blurted out on what she had wanted to say……

‘We were all young once…….but all that crashing about earlier……..and at that hour……..well’
Zoya now understood………the bed banging hard……..the springs………the struggle with Stephenson as Zoya had brought her down while chloroforming her……..

‘Some of us like to sleep Luv………especially when you get older…….….and with my Alf ill an all………….’ She looked a sorry sight…….tired

Zoya cut her off before she had her life story……..

‘I am so sorry it will not happen again I can assure you’……she said smiling……..and Zoya was not wrong……the real Miranda Stephenson would not be entertaining men in her flat for the foreseeable future……..not after being so traumatized after the last hot sex session…………….
Ole Miranda would not be the same for a while Zoya thought…….

The old woman looked up at her……..
‘Well…thanks an all that’……….
Gladys just stood there…..waiting

Was there something else thought Zoya……..
‘How can I make it up to you’ she offered………

‘Well Luv…….have you got any milk……..I ran out and I fancy a cuppa’
This was new thought Zoya…..

‘I am not sure but you are welcome to check’ and she was not lying or twisting the truth with clever words this time…….which was rare

Gladys watched the smart young woman in her suit and trousers open the door wider……
She shuffled in……..

‘In the kitchen……….help yourself if there is any ‘

Gladys walked to the kitchen…….or where she thought it was…….this flat was similar to hers in general design……..the interior fittings were different that’s all

Gladys passed the living room and looked in…….
Her nosey and over inquisitive instinct took over…..her critical eyes were met with a black bra draped over the back of the sofa……..her foot stepped on something soft…..she looked down and under her slipper was a pair of black and still fluffy tights………….
Inside the tights still was a pair of black knickers……….skimpy bikini’s…….

Zoya came up behind her…….and saw why she had stopped……
Ah………Stephenson’s clothes from last night…….located at last…….

The slut had keen so keen to get her kit off that she had just peeled off her knickers and tights in one eager and no doubt swift movement……...
The bra thrown over her shoulder…….discarded
Maybe hopping towards the bedroom………gripping that Trevor
Zoya looked at Gladys pretending to look coy……..

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She scooped up the tights and knickers……..her trousers tightening on her peachy backside as she bent over……….snatched the bra from the sofa…….on the cushioned seats was a black pleated dress, long sleeved with a plunging neckline……….also a shiny black lace trimmed satin half slip……
A pair of high heeled sling backs………lay on their sides near the coffee table which itself was in front of the walnut cased Rediffusion TV…………
So…….the Welsh hunky Thicko and the posh strumpet had started their tryst here……….

She collected all the discarded clothing except for the shoes……….the black sling backs she quickly squeezed into her shoulder bag……….Stephenson’s shoes fitted her perfectly………one never knew when a good pair of stylish shoes were needed rather urgently………...

With the clothes bunched and scrunched up in her arms she walked back into the hall…….all the clothing was used and dirty anyway……..
Gladys then shuffled behind…….
Stephenson’s clothes from last night stank of tobacco smoke……..no doubt residue from that pub they had both visited last night……
The not so secret rendezvous……..

Zoya walked to the laundry room and threw all the dirty clothes inside…….into a large open plastic laundry bin….……..
As she did so Gladys walked past her heading towards the closed bedroom door…….

Zoya called out……….rather too loudly, a little harsh
‘You don’t want to go in there’
There old woman stopped in her tracks…….her look a little puzzled

Zoya pointed a red varnished finger nail……..
‘That’s the kitchen’………pointing to another door……….
Gladys turned towards the door indicated………
‘If you go in there you’ll get the shock of your life……knickers everywhere today’…….Zoya smiling as she said it…….in a jocular fashion

Gladys ’Sorry Luv’
Inside she was thinking on how the young ones lived their lives today……..

Zoya saw the disapproving look………
‘It’s okay…….it’s a complete mess that’s all……..I’m a bit cluttered today’

Gladys went into the kitchen looking for the fridge…….
Zoya moved down the hall……staying in a position whereby she could intervene if necessary……..just in case the old duffer attempted to renter the bedroom by mistake…….

Finding a woman gagged and bound in a bed may give her a heart attack……..
And that Zoya did not need………

She saw the long coat that the woman she had replaced had worn yesterday……
The heavy brown wool coat was hanging from a coat hook……….she shook it………she heard a metal on metal sound…….jingling…….
She checked the deep pockets and found the car and flat keys……..

As Zoya just finished putting on the coat Gladys exited the kitchen holding a half filled bottle of milk
‘I’ll bring the rest back’ she said………
‘No need…….enjoy you cuppa’ her smile and demeanour was delightful

Gladys left feeling rather happier……….
For all the late and annoying noise……and all of what that noise implied………she seemed like a nice girl……regardless of her lack of chastity and morals………
Well……it was the 1980s………and not the 1890s after all……….
A good neighbour too……….better than most……..
And she looked very smart and pretty………

But Gladys was in for a shock……..later
Never contemplating ever……it was unimaginable really………even when later on the Police had tried to explain to her over and over again………that her real neighbour had been behind that bedroom door all along…….
She had been robbed…..cash, jewels, her car…..her clothes…….
Well….that was what the Police said……..a violent robbery…….
And that Miranda……the real one, not as nice as the girl she had met……..now she came to think of it…..
All the time she had been looking for milk……
Her lower face with the white pad, her mouth taped up underneath….…..bound tightly with her own stockings, trapped under her sheets……….rendered unconscious and drugged……….
She could not understand that the nice girl she had met and who had given her the milk was not her neighbour……..and that she was a nasty person……..
The Police said she had been a very lucky Granny indeed……….

[hahaderen]

Amazing as usual，as the acme of perfection，very very thanks！

[artdodge]

So much detail, so much suspense . Just love your form of story telling.

[jaegerhunde01]

Thanks for reading.....a little tied up this week....but still working on this story

[jaegerhunde01]

THE MOVE

Zoya exited the lift………
Her flats slapping on the white tiled floor…….not as loud as if she had worn heels
Dressed now as and pretending to be Ms Miranda Stephenson………she walked with an assurance that entitled her to do so……….after all, she was a resident of the building……..
She had nothing to hide………
She held her head high……….

Unlike earlier this morning when she had crept up the stairwell to avoid making noise………dressed in black clothes, as if she was a jogger………or a burglar……..it depended on how suspicious one tended to be……..
Especially at that hour in the morning………
Her new and purloined attire was completely at odds with what she had worn earlier…….and likewise her facial appearance…….
She looked and felt like a new woman……..


She strode out to the main entrance with the confidence of a woman who was meant to be there……..
A woman with a purpose……….

She had not met any other residents on the way out except for Gladys……..and her bloody milk………daft old sod
Over her smart suit she wore the bulky brown long coat, which she had buttoned up and belted around her waist……..she did look rather overloaded
Over her shoulder was her brown leather bag……..or Miranda’s leather bag……….in her other hand was her soft leather brief case with all the teaching paraphernalia……….over the other shoulder hanging by a strap was the rather full and bulky looking black nylon ‘Admiral’ branded holdall………..
The holdall looked a lot fuller than on when she had arrived……….

If she had been stopped by the authorities and the holdall searched, she would have been hard pressed to explain its varied and quite sinister content……..
Anyone of a normal and trusting disposition would have been alarmed at finding Running clothes, an empty brown box, tape, chloroform, rolls of white bandages, a small pistol and for some reason lots of knickers and bras……..

Zoya would not have received the polite 1950s Dixon of Dock Green kind of request, as spoofed on television…….
‘Would you accompany me to the station Madam’

She was now outside……..and still walking with a purpose…….
Various cars were parked along the kerbside……
The day was still a cold one…….grey and overcast…………no sign of any rain though…….
There was traffic on the street……it would be rush hour soon….she had better get a move on…….
The city was waking up………
But first she had to drop off the holdall……..and the Ford’s car keys

A man in a raincoat and suit was coming from the opposite direction………
Fairly young looking……..
She could see him looking her over, his roving eye taking her all her in….….maybe fantasizing on taking her…….he liked what he saw……..she could tell……….a woman always nearly does
As he passed………
‘Good Morning’ he smiled
‘Morning’ she replied………not breaking her pace……….
He looked over his shoulder briefly as he passed by……..
Not today thought Zoya…….but if he had been blessed enough to meet the real Miranda that morning then maybe his luck would have been in……..
Miranda……the secret whore………she may have complied……….as the bitch favoured picking up complete strangers……..
Or so the file stated……….

As she marched down the street, she slammed her flats onto the concrete pavement……..
As normal women tended to do………
She felt her tits bouncing slightly under the blouse……..
The bra she had taken from Stephenson’s collection had been a soft cup……….supportive yes, firm no
Still…..the bounce of her ample bosom made her feel very sexy and desirable ………
Zoya relished the reality that the real Miranda had no doubt felt the same when trussed up in this same brassiere…….generally women liked to flirt and titillate
Wearing good underwear made them feel sexy……..and their bearing and confidence reflected this

Eventually she reached her Ford Escort……….
It appeared the same as when she had left it in darkness…..
She reached into her coat pocket……….and retrieved her own keys……..
She was constantly on alert…….but not being overt in doing so……..
To the ordinary passerby she was just another woman going about her daily business………
She opened the boot and placed the holdall inside……….that felt better…….she felt lighter…….less bulky in her movements………ready to react………
Now she just carried the shoulder bag and the leather briefcase………
She slammed down the boot………
She walked over to the driver’s door………and unlocked it……..she bent down, her upper body halfway inside………….but she made no attempt to actually get in…….she did not intend to get behind the wheel……..
She inserted the ignition key……..
She then slammed that door shut……..
She stood there looking around……..
All seemed normal……..it appeared no one was taking an extra interest in her……

Satisfied she walked away……….

The new Miranda Stephenson then walked back towards the block of flats that she had just left…….
The air was crisp……..
She walked with the same panache and style………..
Like she was an arrogant middle class semi professional who always cocked her nose at others……
Just like the woman she had stolen all the clothes from…….

Eventually she found the woman’s bronze coloured Austin Princess coupe……..parked outside in reserved parking for residents at Miranda’s building……….
This time she used Miranda’s keys to unlock the car door…….

Before getting in she opened the rear passenger door…..
She deposited her shoulder bag and brief case on the back seat………..followed by the heavy wool coat…….
She did not fancy driving in that……..especially once the heater had been switched on……….

Before she got into the car and standing in her tight beige suit she looked up at the building…….
She felt the cold seeping through her thin clothes………the slight blouse was no protection……..she felt her nipples go hard within the cups of the bra………
By chance, wearing the tights had been the right decision……….
The tights, in companion with her stolen knickers gave her a layered protection against the chill……
It would be a different story indoors though…………

She located what she was looking for……..
The bedroom window of the woman’s flat……..Zoya looked up at the window, just standing there………..thinking of what and who lay behind the glass……….
‘Sweet Dreams’ she said
Just as another man passed her by………he heard the comment, gave her an odd look......but obviously did not connect with its true meaning…………
She smiled wickedly………….
She was one step closer to her Zita……….

The Ford Escort did not remain static for long……
At least five minute after Zoya had left the car…….it was approached by a small female……
She looked Chinese in heritage……….in fact she was Hong Kong Chinese……..
Her name was Lin Tang………
But that is rather getting ahead of our story………let’s just say she was one of ‘Paddy’s’ managers……….one of his fixers……….

She was small with long jet black hair tied in a ponytail…..she was very petite and unassuming………which was very misleading………
She had a pretty face, with hard lines and narrow eyes like her race suggested………
Her eyes were darting here and there……..her thin lips closed……..she sported a touch of red lipstick there……..her only sign of wearing any makeup……….

She wore jeans, trainers and a blue anorak style jacket…….underneath that a white T shirt…….her breasts were moderate, small and rounded…….unlike the majority of the larger and bigger built Western women that surrounded her in life……

Her hips, legs and backside were harmonized to her size and build……….the tight blue jeans looked good on her……….
Her dark eyes were alert…….always scanning
She looked left and right………behind her……..making fast movements………
The area looked clear………

Without any hesitation she opened the fords front door……..jumped in……fastened her seatbelt………turned on the engine, indicated that she was going to pull out and drove away………..

She was one of the girls from the laundrette under the safe house……..
That was her destination……….

[Sakanre]

Very good thank you It's good you are not tied up any more