TAMARA GETS ENGAGED – PART 3: MELODY FINDS SOME DUCKS
Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 6:36 am
TAMARA GETS ENGAGED – PART 3: MELODY FINDS SOME DUCKS
“Merde!”
Tamara went cold. A police car had pulled up outside the store. It wasn’t a freeway cruiser, but a smaller vehicle – a Lynx or Escort – which tended to be used by local beat police officers and for administrative duties. Two police women were making their way to the front door of the store.
Officers Lewinsky and Spaulding were driving back from a school liaison visit when they heard the silent 211 call. The alarm was from a jewellery store opposite the station. They were close to hand and decided to investigate. It was probably a false alarm: they usually were. The officers called control to tell them what they were doing and promised to call back up if needed.
A more earthy expletive offended Tamara’s ear as Melody expressed her disquiet.
“Now what do we do?”
“Put it away” cautioned Tamara as Melody reached for her PPK. “Leave this to me. Remain calm. Put the bags back in the office and make it look as if you are arranging the display cabinet. Bruce: stay back in the office and keep the others quiet.”
The door opened and the two officers entered.
“Good morning, officers, can I help you in any way?” smarmed Tamara looking up from her busy pose by the counter.
“We had a call out. Robbery in progress.”
“Robbery? Oh, Good Heavens. Where?”
“Here”
“Well, as you can see, nobody is robbing us” Tamara assured her, laughing. Literally, that was true, but it was also rather misleading. “Perhaps the alarm went off accidentally; it happens sometimes.”
“Can’t recall any incidents of false alarms from this store.” replied Spaulding. “Why don’t you check to see if the alarm has been activated?”
“Yes, of course. That is the obvious thing to do. It won’t take a second.” Where is the damned alarm switch!?”
“Oh, look, the light is flashing in the cabinet”. In the nick of time Harmony had noticed the soft red light which glowed when the alarm was activated. “I wonder what set that off?” Then she remembered: a certain sister had a fascination for twanging garter belts.
Officer Spaulding was unconvinced. Something wasn’t quite right. Her female intuition was working overtime. Was it the demeanour of the staff in the store; their apparent unfamiliarity with procedures; their edginess; the empty cabinet? Something smelt fishy.
“I’d like to have a look round, if you don’t mind”.
“Yes, of course” agreed Tamara. Not that she could have disagreed. This was getting rather hairy. Think! Think! What does she do now?
“What’s over there?” Spaulding asked, pointing to the office door.
“Oh, that’s the manager’s office”
“Is he in?”
“Oh, yes. He is always in this office at this time in the morning. I’ll let him know you’re here”
“Don’t bother, I’ll introduce myself.” Officer Spaulding interrupted. She moved across to the office, knocked and entered.
Officer Spaulding never knew what hit her. She was caught completely off guard. After all, the sight of two young ladies bound and gagged in their underwear was rather distracting; and although the spectacle of two hairy male legs peering out from beneath a pair of Roadrunner shorts was rather less so, it was nevertheless guaranteed to focus the eye away at a critical moment from the right upper cut heading her way. Officer Spaulding went out like a light.
Officer Lewinski spun round at the sound of a muffled grunt and the noise of an object crashing to the floor. She started to make her way towards the office but her unguarded back gave Tamara the opportunity to exercise the skills she had acquired at her expensive Swiss finishing school. There was a blurred flash of gloved flesh, a thud, and Officer Lewinski measured her length on the floor. She reached 5’7”, then stopped.
Tamara had already planned the next move.
“Get their uniforms off. They will fit you two”.
Melody beamed, then glowed. The idea of wearing a police uniform had long appealed to her. She had even speculated from time to time how she might achieve that ambition. Her moment had come at last.
Tamara hurried into the office to help Bruce strip down Officer Spaulding, leaving Melody and Harmony with Lewinski. Melody had already warmed to the task ahead and had taken off the officer’s uniform jacket before Tamara had reached the office door. The shirt swiftly followed.
“Better handcuff her now before she comes to” said Harmony
“Good idea” agreed Melody, pulling Officer Lewinski hands behind her back and clamping the cuffs across her wrists.
Now straddling the unconscious police woman, Melody started to unbuckle her belt. Officer Lewinski gave a low moan and started to move her head slowly from side to side. Obviously the stimulation of delicate female finger tips caressing the waistband of her pants had started to rouse her. A delicate smile teased her lips.
Melody looked up at Harmony. “What colour do you bet on?”
“Oh, navy blue, I suspect. She looks like she wears dark panties to match her uniform”.
“O.K. I’ll go for black. Perhaps even black leather.” Melody joked.
Melody and Harmony usually played this game if they had the opportunity. There had been occasions when they had actually kept a cringing convenience store clerk waiting with her hands behind her head while they speculated about the colour of her underwear. Sometimes the clerk had actually told them in the hope that she would be spared the embarrassment of removing her nether garments. They never were. The game had begun in College when Melody and Harmony had studied together for a couple of years. One rather snooty girl who had stolen Harmony’s boyfriend just for spite paid the price when she bumped in the two sisters in the college car parking area. Having to walk back to her room in her bra and panties was bad enough for the hapless victim, but just at that moment the baseball squad returned from an away match. Fortunately, the team members were sufficiently robust not to be too upset by the experience; in fact, some even expressed their admiration for the unexpected treat in the time honoured way. Snooty girl’s ordeal was also witnessed by – I had better call him Clyde to protect his real name – a character of dubious moral worth who was always into one scam or another. He saw a marketing opportunity here and later that day approached Melody and Harmony with a proposition.
Clyde was well aware that most of his male fellow students had expressed a keen interest in the lingerie worn by the young ladies on campus. Panty Raids were no longer de rigour but Clyde thought that he had an answer. He would choose a girl and run a book on the colour of her underwear. Melody and Harmony would arrange for the curiosity of the guys to be satisfied and would get a percentage of the proceeds for their efforts. Melody and Harmony thought about it, argued about the share they would receive (the original 10% was considered derisory), and demanded that they had the right of veto of the selected exhibit. After all, the sisters did have some friends on campus and, let’s face it; some girls were nice and didn’t deserve the fate that was planned for them. So agreement was reached and over the next few weeks several hapless girls had found that their walk across campus (usually with their arms full of books) was rudely interrupted by the abrupt appearance of their skirt hems before their eyes.
Eventually Melody and Harmony were hauled before the Dean. Unbeknown to the sisters the Dean had a habit of scanning the campus with a telescope, usually at a time when the students, particularly the young ladies, were lying carelessly on the grass during the midday break. He had witnessed the sisters’ activities, but realised the importance of gathering the necessary evidence before acting. He clearly needed to confirm his suspicions. So he waited until several girls’ secrets had been revealed before hauling Melody and Harmony in front of him. Their fortunes were told and rustication threatened. He was very angry. Harmony suspected that this was because the Dean would rather not have stopped them at all, but eventually duty triumphed over prurience. Besides, he had grown rather concerned at the amount of time he seemed to be spending behind his telescope.
So the enterprise ended. Shortly afterwards, Melody and Harmony learnt, purely by chance, that Clyde had swindled them out of their share of the proceeds. Someone, by devious means, had acquired Clyde’s notebook: the notebook in which Clyde kept a record of the bets which had been placed. The Someone made sure that the notebook ended up in the sisters’ hands. A close scrutiny of the notebook revealed that Clyde had been paying his partners rather less than promised. Melody and Harmony were very cross.
Clyde eventually graduated and went on pursue a career in finance. He ended up in a senior position with a well known energy company (the name will not be revealed for legal reasons.) Somewhere along the way he had acquired the sobriquet ‘Goldenballs’. Clyde always liked to claim he had earned the name because it reflected his obvious financial acumen. In fact he had acquired the nickname when he met his nemesis, in a rather full college canteen, in a singularly colourful encounter with Melody, Harmony, and a can of spray paint.
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I am sorry; we seem to have diverted from our tale. Let us return: all was about to be revealed…
“Black leather?”
Melody had fantasies about policewomen.
Officer Lewinski stirred again as Melody slid down the zip of her uniform pants and treated herself to a panty peek.
“I don’t believe it!” she almost screeched. “I don’t believe it!”
“What’s up?” asked Harmony.
Melody feverishly finished unbuckling Lewinski’ belt, undid the clasp at the top of the fly and yanked the pants down to her knees.
“Little duckie panties!” they both cried in unison. Yes, it was true: Officer Lewinski was wearing white cotton panties decorated with motifs of little yellow ducks. Somehow they did not project the image of the Squad Room. Officer Lewinski was held in awe; referred to in hushed tones as ‘Old Iron Drawers’ by her colleagues. This would end. When she was rescued a couple of hours later by the occupants of another squad car, they fell about laughing when they saw her. For purposes of gathering evidence – she was assured – she could not be released until the photographer had come down from HQ to record the scene of the crime. SOP (Standard Operating Procedures) they had insisted. From that moment forth, ‘Old Iron Drawers’ became ‘Duckie Panties’ or ‘Duckie’ to her friends. That was bad enough, but what really got to Officer Lewinski were the irritating quacking noises which seemed to follow her around the Squad Room. She found it quite wounding.
“What are you two laughing at?” asked Tamara from the office doorway. She grinned when she realised the source of the humour. Officer Spaulding, on the other hand, was released immediately she was discovered by her rescuers. She was a much more affable colleague and warmly regarded by all. Always ready with a helping hand, particularly at party time, she was known for her keenness to go the extra inch when required as they say. So one good turn deserves another, her rescuers thought. Besides, she needed treatment for her injuries. At least, that was the excuse offered.
“Put these on” ordered Tamara, passing Officer Spaulding’s clothes to Harmony.
Melody had finally pulled Officer Lewinski’s pants off and was now lashing her feet with a cable tie.
“We had better put her in the office with the others: I’ll give you a hand.” said Tamara.
They half carried, half dragged the slowly reviving officer into the office and laid her alongside her colleague who, although conscious, was obviously unhappy with her lot. A large bruise was forming over her lower jaw and a black eye was emerging. Melody noted that she was wearing black bra and panties, but they were cotton, not leather.
“You have got the ignition keys, I trust? Take the car and drive to the industrial estate. There are plenty of quiet corners where you can dump it and change back into your own clothes. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting from there to the shopping mall where the cars are parked. We will try to meet you there; but don’t hang around. We will meet tonight as arranged. Take the bag with your clothes and one of the holdalls. Good luck.”
Tamara watched as Melody and Harmony left the store, and climbed into the police car. Clearly the uniforms did something for them: they had already developed a certain swagger in their step. It would have looked really macho if Melody hadn’t chosen that moment to break step and reach round to pluck her underwear.
“Don’t think I have ever seen a police officer unwedge her panties before” sighed Tamara. She turned to Bruce who was standing behind her, clutching the other holdall.
“Right, let’s go.”
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“Merde!”
Tamara went cold. A police car had pulled up outside the store. It wasn’t a freeway cruiser, but a smaller vehicle – a Lynx or Escort – which tended to be used by local beat police officers and for administrative duties. Two police women were making their way to the front door of the store.
Officers Lewinsky and Spaulding were driving back from a school liaison visit when they heard the silent 211 call. The alarm was from a jewellery store opposite the station. They were close to hand and decided to investigate. It was probably a false alarm: they usually were. The officers called control to tell them what they were doing and promised to call back up if needed.
A more earthy expletive offended Tamara’s ear as Melody expressed her disquiet.
“Now what do we do?”
“Put it away” cautioned Tamara as Melody reached for her PPK. “Leave this to me. Remain calm. Put the bags back in the office and make it look as if you are arranging the display cabinet. Bruce: stay back in the office and keep the others quiet.”
The door opened and the two officers entered.
“Good morning, officers, can I help you in any way?” smarmed Tamara looking up from her busy pose by the counter.
“We had a call out. Robbery in progress.”
“Robbery? Oh, Good Heavens. Where?”
“Here”
“Well, as you can see, nobody is robbing us” Tamara assured her, laughing. Literally, that was true, but it was also rather misleading. “Perhaps the alarm went off accidentally; it happens sometimes.”
“Can’t recall any incidents of false alarms from this store.” replied Spaulding. “Why don’t you check to see if the alarm has been activated?”
“Yes, of course. That is the obvious thing to do. It won’t take a second.” Where is the damned alarm switch!?”
“Oh, look, the light is flashing in the cabinet”. In the nick of time Harmony had noticed the soft red light which glowed when the alarm was activated. “I wonder what set that off?” Then she remembered: a certain sister had a fascination for twanging garter belts.
Officer Spaulding was unconvinced. Something wasn’t quite right. Her female intuition was working overtime. Was it the demeanour of the staff in the store; their apparent unfamiliarity with procedures; their edginess; the empty cabinet? Something smelt fishy.
“I’d like to have a look round, if you don’t mind”.
“Yes, of course” agreed Tamara. Not that she could have disagreed. This was getting rather hairy. Think! Think! What does she do now?
“What’s over there?” Spaulding asked, pointing to the office door.
“Oh, that’s the manager’s office”
“Is he in?”
“Oh, yes. He is always in this office at this time in the morning. I’ll let him know you’re here”
“Don’t bother, I’ll introduce myself.” Officer Spaulding interrupted. She moved across to the office, knocked and entered.
Officer Spaulding never knew what hit her. She was caught completely off guard. After all, the sight of two young ladies bound and gagged in their underwear was rather distracting; and although the spectacle of two hairy male legs peering out from beneath a pair of Roadrunner shorts was rather less so, it was nevertheless guaranteed to focus the eye away at a critical moment from the right upper cut heading her way. Officer Spaulding went out like a light.
Officer Lewinski spun round at the sound of a muffled grunt and the noise of an object crashing to the floor. She started to make her way towards the office but her unguarded back gave Tamara the opportunity to exercise the skills she had acquired at her expensive Swiss finishing school. There was a blurred flash of gloved flesh, a thud, and Officer Lewinski measured her length on the floor. She reached 5’7”, then stopped.
Tamara had already planned the next move.
“Get their uniforms off. They will fit you two”.
Melody beamed, then glowed. The idea of wearing a police uniform had long appealed to her. She had even speculated from time to time how she might achieve that ambition. Her moment had come at last.
Tamara hurried into the office to help Bruce strip down Officer Spaulding, leaving Melody and Harmony with Lewinski. Melody had already warmed to the task ahead and had taken off the officer’s uniform jacket before Tamara had reached the office door. The shirt swiftly followed.
“Better handcuff her now before she comes to” said Harmony
“Good idea” agreed Melody, pulling Officer Lewinski hands behind her back and clamping the cuffs across her wrists.
Now straddling the unconscious police woman, Melody started to unbuckle her belt. Officer Lewinski gave a low moan and started to move her head slowly from side to side. Obviously the stimulation of delicate female finger tips caressing the waistband of her pants had started to rouse her. A delicate smile teased her lips.
Melody looked up at Harmony. “What colour do you bet on?”
“Oh, navy blue, I suspect. She looks like she wears dark panties to match her uniform”.
“O.K. I’ll go for black. Perhaps even black leather.” Melody joked.
Melody and Harmony usually played this game if they had the opportunity. There had been occasions when they had actually kept a cringing convenience store clerk waiting with her hands behind her head while they speculated about the colour of her underwear. Sometimes the clerk had actually told them in the hope that she would be spared the embarrassment of removing her nether garments. They never were. The game had begun in College when Melody and Harmony had studied together for a couple of years. One rather snooty girl who had stolen Harmony’s boyfriend just for spite paid the price when she bumped in the two sisters in the college car parking area. Having to walk back to her room in her bra and panties was bad enough for the hapless victim, but just at that moment the baseball squad returned from an away match. Fortunately, the team members were sufficiently robust not to be too upset by the experience; in fact, some even expressed their admiration for the unexpected treat in the time honoured way. Snooty girl’s ordeal was also witnessed by – I had better call him Clyde to protect his real name – a character of dubious moral worth who was always into one scam or another. He saw a marketing opportunity here and later that day approached Melody and Harmony with a proposition.
Clyde was well aware that most of his male fellow students had expressed a keen interest in the lingerie worn by the young ladies on campus. Panty Raids were no longer de rigour but Clyde thought that he had an answer. He would choose a girl and run a book on the colour of her underwear. Melody and Harmony would arrange for the curiosity of the guys to be satisfied and would get a percentage of the proceeds for their efforts. Melody and Harmony thought about it, argued about the share they would receive (the original 10% was considered derisory), and demanded that they had the right of veto of the selected exhibit. After all, the sisters did have some friends on campus and, let’s face it; some girls were nice and didn’t deserve the fate that was planned for them. So agreement was reached and over the next few weeks several hapless girls had found that their walk across campus (usually with their arms full of books) was rudely interrupted by the abrupt appearance of their skirt hems before their eyes.
Eventually Melody and Harmony were hauled before the Dean. Unbeknown to the sisters the Dean had a habit of scanning the campus with a telescope, usually at a time when the students, particularly the young ladies, were lying carelessly on the grass during the midday break. He had witnessed the sisters’ activities, but realised the importance of gathering the necessary evidence before acting. He clearly needed to confirm his suspicions. So he waited until several girls’ secrets had been revealed before hauling Melody and Harmony in front of him. Their fortunes were told and rustication threatened. He was very angry. Harmony suspected that this was because the Dean would rather not have stopped them at all, but eventually duty triumphed over prurience. Besides, he had grown rather concerned at the amount of time he seemed to be spending behind his telescope.
So the enterprise ended. Shortly afterwards, Melody and Harmony learnt, purely by chance, that Clyde had swindled them out of their share of the proceeds. Someone, by devious means, had acquired Clyde’s notebook: the notebook in which Clyde kept a record of the bets which had been placed. The Someone made sure that the notebook ended up in the sisters’ hands. A close scrutiny of the notebook revealed that Clyde had been paying his partners rather less than promised. Melody and Harmony were very cross.
Clyde eventually graduated and went on pursue a career in finance. He ended up in a senior position with a well known energy company (the name will not be revealed for legal reasons.) Somewhere along the way he had acquired the sobriquet ‘Goldenballs’. Clyde always liked to claim he had earned the name because it reflected his obvious financial acumen. In fact he had acquired the nickname when he met his nemesis, in a rather full college canteen, in a singularly colourful encounter with Melody, Harmony, and a can of spray paint.
~~~~~~~~
I am sorry; we seem to have diverted from our tale. Let us return: all was about to be revealed…
“Black leather?”
Melody had fantasies about policewomen.
Officer Lewinski stirred again as Melody slid down the zip of her uniform pants and treated herself to a panty peek.
“I don’t believe it!” she almost screeched. “I don’t believe it!”
“What’s up?” asked Harmony.
Melody feverishly finished unbuckling Lewinski’ belt, undid the clasp at the top of the fly and yanked the pants down to her knees.
“Little duckie panties!” they both cried in unison. Yes, it was true: Officer Lewinski was wearing white cotton panties decorated with motifs of little yellow ducks. Somehow they did not project the image of the Squad Room. Officer Lewinski was held in awe; referred to in hushed tones as ‘Old Iron Drawers’ by her colleagues. This would end. When she was rescued a couple of hours later by the occupants of another squad car, they fell about laughing when they saw her. For purposes of gathering evidence – she was assured – she could not be released until the photographer had come down from HQ to record the scene of the crime. SOP (Standard Operating Procedures) they had insisted. From that moment forth, ‘Old Iron Drawers’ became ‘Duckie Panties’ or ‘Duckie’ to her friends. That was bad enough, but what really got to Officer Lewinski were the irritating quacking noises which seemed to follow her around the Squad Room. She found it quite wounding.
“What are you two laughing at?” asked Tamara from the office doorway. She grinned when she realised the source of the humour. Officer Spaulding, on the other hand, was released immediately she was discovered by her rescuers. She was a much more affable colleague and warmly regarded by all. Always ready with a helping hand, particularly at party time, she was known for her keenness to go the extra inch when required as they say. So one good turn deserves another, her rescuers thought. Besides, she needed treatment for her injuries. At least, that was the excuse offered.
“Put these on” ordered Tamara, passing Officer Spaulding’s clothes to Harmony.
Melody had finally pulled Officer Lewinski’s pants off and was now lashing her feet with a cable tie.
“We had better put her in the office with the others: I’ll give you a hand.” said Tamara.
They half carried, half dragged the slowly reviving officer into the office and laid her alongside her colleague who, although conscious, was obviously unhappy with her lot. A large bruise was forming over her lower jaw and a black eye was emerging. Melody noted that she was wearing black bra and panties, but they were cotton, not leather.
“You have got the ignition keys, I trust? Take the car and drive to the industrial estate. There are plenty of quiet corners where you can dump it and change back into your own clothes. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting from there to the shopping mall where the cars are parked. We will try to meet you there; but don’t hang around. We will meet tonight as arranged. Take the bag with your clothes and one of the holdalls. Good luck.”
Tamara watched as Melody and Harmony left the store, and climbed into the police car. Clearly the uniforms did something for them: they had already developed a certain swagger in their step. It would have looked really macho if Melody hadn’t chosen that moment to break step and reach round to pluck her underwear.
“Don’t think I have ever seen a police officer unwedge her panties before” sighed Tamara. She turned to Bruce who was standing behind her, clutching the other holdall.
“Right, let’s go.”
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