Uniform Stealing Board

Part III. Castling. August 26, 2023 (7.25 pm)
An extract of an interview of Leah Perry and Miranda Swift in Rolling Stone the 12th of June 2024. Leah (blonde, blue eyes, 5’4’’) and Miranda (brunette, green eyes, 5’3’’) wear their now worldly famous ‘cowgirl outfit’: denim miniskirts, cowboy shirts, brown boots and hats.
Interviewer: Less than a year ago, you were two country-singers who performed in bars but in the last months that has completely changed. Two of your songs are among the top10 listened in the States, you played at the Super Bowl… How this could happen?
Leah Perry: We do not know either! (laughing)
Miranda Swift: It is unbelievable, we know. Last summer we did gigs in bars, weddings and such. Our manager heard us playing at the Oasis Casino and he thought that our music had potential, so he arranged a meeting with IMF Records.
I: But if you played in big casinos, that means you were already on the path of success, don’t you think?
LP: Not at all! They paid us a few hundreds to play in the main hall on the weekends.
I: Really?
MS: Yep, someone thought that it was nice to have a few hours of live music and a bunch of groups like us will take turns to perform.
I: Some people criticise your sudden success. They say that you do porn-pop and that you are a bad example for young girls because your racy videoclips and sexy outfits contribute to objectify women.
LP: That is unfair! We wear more or less the same outfits than when we played at the casino. Our body, our decision.
MS: Our music is the key of our success. No one thought before that the fusion of country music and modern styles such as trap and reggaeton would work but people love it!
I: People love it, indeed! A few months ago, you were playing next to slot machines and now your new single ‘Dangerous’ is everywhere: more than 3 million reproductions in Spotify in a week; hundreds of thousands of TikTok videos with people dancing or singing parts of it… The videoclip is nonetheless controversial and some people want to ‘cancel’ you because of it.
[In the video, Leah Perry and Miranda Swift are two bank robbers who attack two policewomen to steal their uniforms and escape: www.youtube.com/dangerous]
LP: People are so unfair! We respect the police, but we want to raise awareness on this problem.
I: Do you think that showing two petite blondes tied and gagged in sexy black underwear after being knocked out and stripped of a police uniform would help to fight this kind of crimes?
MS: We are donating part of the benefits of the song to police associations like ‘Blue Lives Matter’.
LP: Also, the two policewomen from the videoclip are not actresses, they are real cops!
I: Really?
MS: Yes, they are Mallory Thompson and Danielle Paris, two cops from Pacific City who were victims of a similar ordeal in the Perriot Desert Hotel a couple of years ago.
LP: Also, we know from personal experience how it feels to have your clothes stolen.
I: Oh my God, what happened?
MS: Do you remember the casino heist from last summer?
I: Yes, Ursula Volkanov’s daring robbery at the Oasis Casino in Pacific City.
MS: Well, we were attacked and two of her teammates used our cowgirl outfits to get into the casino. We were rescued by the police a couple of hours later.
I: Jesus. That must have been terrifying!
LP: It was very shocking. It is the kind of thing that you watch on the news but you never imagine it would happen to you.
MS: We do not want to dwell on that. Soon after that we met our manager, who persuaded IMF Records to invest on us. So you can call it karmic justice or… A blessing in disguise.

Sophia Richardson sighed: the screen was glitchy again. Sophia was a comely brunette who wore glasses and her hair in a ponytail. She was also a security guard who worked at the Oasis Casino. That night, the brunette guard was in charge of the casino’s security cameras, sitting in an office, but she was wearing nonetheless the sexy uniform of Harris Security, consisting of a short black skirt, white shirt, black blazer and black tie.

Sophia tapped her right foot on the floor. The heel’s rhythmic clapping revealed the brunette guard’s anxiety. Since they connected their security feed with the police computers, so they could also control the casino’s cameras from their nearby headquarters, the screens started to glitch from time to time.

The casino’s Head of Security, Patricia Palmer, told her that some kind of software the cops were using was responsible of the glitching, but she did not expand further than that. Nevertheless, her tall boss said that they had sent a police officer to check on the casino’s cameras and fix the problem.

The glitch disappeared again and Sophia could resume her work. Everything seemed normal at the casino besides the thousands of clients who wore costumes of different kinds. Suddenly, her attention was fixated on two young women: one with strawberry blonde hair and the other with black, long and curly hair and tanned skin. They wore regular clothes, but they looked suspicious. The brunette guard followed them with the cameras and caught them stealing chips from inattentive clients. Then, she contacted Phoebe Sanders, the team leader in charge of the main hall.

- ‘This is Sanders’.
- ‘Hi. This is Richardson. I have spotted two pickpockets in table 14, a strawberry blonde wearing jeans and a black tank-top and a raven-haired with tanned skin who wears tight white trousers and a blue crop-top. They pretend to be drunk to steal chips from other clients’.
- ‘Copied. We will take care of it’.

Sophia followed the detention of the two thieves in the screens. The two women tried to run, but they were eventually caught. However, they created a big commotion in the casino, as they pushed another woman to a fountain while trying to escape.

Five minutes later, the screen resumed their glitching. The brunette guard did not want to bother her boss again, because she was very busy overseeing that night’s poker game, so she patiently waited for the promised help.

Thirty-five minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. Following her boss’ orders, she did not open until she saw that it was a policewoman, a petite brunette named Autumn Jones.

‘I have been waiting for a while’ was Sophia’s greeting to the cop. ‘Sorry, there were some shenanigans at the headquarters’, the policewoman replied. The brunette security guard smiled, but she would not have done it if she knew that the shenanigans were stripping some cops and federal agents of their clothes.

Sophia explained the problem to the woman she thought it was a cop, who nodded, feigning to be attentive, while they walked towards the main computer. The brunette cop stopped the guards’ explanations and complains and told her: ‘Seriously, do not bother about it. It is not your problem anymore’.

Before the security guard could reply, the woman dressed as a cop grabbed the surprised Sophia and pressed a cloth soaked in chloroform to her face. The brunette was taken by surprise and offered almost no resistance.

Marian smiled: in a matter of hours she was going to impersonate a military officer, a policewoman and now a security guard. In a flash, the brunette criminal relieved the unconscious guard of her uniform. Then, she zip-tied her hands behind her back and her ankles. She cursed when she realised that she has forgotten to bring a ball-gag (despite Ursula’s training, she was far from being a veteran), but she quickly found a solution. She cut Sophia’s black panties and rolled them into a ball, forcing them into the guard’s mouth. Then, she tore up a strip of the police navy-blue shirt to cleave-gag her captive. As a final touch, Marian unhooked Sophia’s black bra, revealing the brunette’s appealing tits and her pink nipples. A matter of consistency, Susan had explained her. Thinking of the strawberry blonde reminded her of documenting her feats for posterity, so she used her phone to take a few pictures of the sexy bound and gagged guard who now only wore her glasses. Then, she pushed her below the main desk and used a par of chairs to conceal her.

‘The security cameras room is secured’, Marian texted to the criminal’s newly created message group. ‘The offices and warehouse area are secured too’, Belinda replied. The brunette criminal smiled: their ruse has worked perfectly.

***

Belinda Dykinson and Robin Mansour were enjoying every minute of their mission. Many of their friends would have been a bit uncomfortable if they had been in charge of that part of the heist plan, but the young strawberry blonde and the pretty leader of the Albionese gang quickly volunteered when Ursula explained what they had to do.

The first part was easy. Wearing sexy but casual clothes, the two criminals pretended to be young women who wanted to have fun at the casino, drinking cocktails, losing money in the roulette and such. They were loud and festive enough to be noticeable while not too rowdy to be kicked out of the premises.

The second part was not difficult either. They have to steal chips from other clients in a way that the customers did not notice it, but the security cameras realised what they were doing. After their third successful theft, both women realised than more security guards were discreetly moving towards them. They moved to the roulette table 14, in the southern part of the casino’s big hall and placed a 5$ dollar chip in the red square. The ball landed in the number 36, so they collected two 5$ chips plus a 10$ chip from the stack of an Asian-looking guy who stood next to them betting compulsively. The customer did not notice, but the security guards saw it. The fun began.

Belinda and Robin sensed the security guards closing in, so they looked at each other and started to run in different directions. The guards did not expect such a quick reaction from them, but they started to chase them, creating a commotion in the casino. Belinda dogged a guard but she run into a customer, a pretty Latina with black curly hair, pushing her to a fountain. The strawberry blonde shouted ‘sorry’ but continued running until she was blocked by a group of noisy college kids. Belinda then gave up and allowed the security guards to catch her, offering no resistance. Likewise, Robin was intercepted by two other security guards and quickly surrendered.

The two criminals exchanged a complicit look and broke into laughter when they saw the Latina woman Belinda had pushed into the fountain, wet and furious, being attended to two security guards. This made Phoebe Sanders, the security team leader even angrier. Phoebe was a voluptuous blonde in her mid-thirties with brown eyes who was ruthless with pickpockets and a bit too close with their young and pretty subordinates. Belinda and Robin knew it and they were counting on that.

‘I think these two brats need a lesson before we call the cops. Take them to the detention room’, she ordered. ‘Bingo’, both Belinda and Robin thought. The two criminals were escorted to the so-called detention room, a storage room crammed with old furniture and with no security cameras. Two of the security guards left the room, so the two members of Ursula’s team were only watched by a short and curvy redhead with green eyes and pale skin who wore her hair in a braid, named Emma Long, and her blonde boss, Phoebe Sanders.

Phoebe ordered Belinda and Robin to bend over a table and, instead of searching their bags, she started to feel the two women very inappropriately under the excuse of searching them for any weapons or stolen chips they might be concealing underneath their tight clothing. The two criminals, instead of protesting, sensually looked at the blonde guard and suggested to her that if she did not call the cops, they would find a way to compensate her for the kerfuffle they had caused at the casino.

Emma Long was starting to voice her concerns about was going on but a sharp look from the blonde boss gave her pause, so the redheaded decided to keep her thoughts for herself.

To close the deal, Belinda and Robin started to undress. The strawberry blonde quickly pulled her black tank-top over her head, showing that she was wearing a lacy burgundy-coloured bra, and unzipped her jeans, revealing a matching thong. The Albionese raven-haired followed her, and started to undress in a very sexy way. Phoebe observed with lust the tanned young woman skin and enticing curves when she slowly lowered her tight white trousers, revealing a lacy black thong. The blonde guard saw with surprise and pleasure that Robin was not wearing a bra, so she could fully admire her light-brown round breasts and pink nipples.

Belinda and Robin then moved towards Phoebe. The strawberry blonde kneeled in front of her, and started to caress the blonde guard’s thighs, encased in brown stockings, and pussy after lifting the guard’s black skirt. Meanwhile, Robin passionately kissed Phoebe. She expertly removed the blonde guard’s blazer and unbuttoned her white shirt, fondling the blonde guard’s breasts.

Belinda stepped up and sensually walked to a shocked and mortified Emma Long. ‘You should join us’, she told the increasingly nervous guard. The redhead wanted to refuse, but her supervisor broke her kiss with Robin for a second to tell her: ‘Come on Emma, you are a good girl. Also, I will add you extra hours to your payroll-log this month for your good performance’, so she meekly took Belinda’s hand and walked towards Robin and Phoebe.

Belinda undressed the still a bit reluctant redheaded guard, who looked very sexy wearing only a black push-up bra, matching lacy tanga panties underneath black pantyhose and short black heels. The strawberry blonde criminal went to her bag and produced some rope, which raised the alarm of Emma, but her superior seemed interested in the direction this was going, so she nodded to Belinda in approval. In a matter of seconds, Belinda deftly tied the redhead’s hands behind her back and circled the guard’s perky tits with more rope. When she skilfully placed a rope between the legs of a now very alarmed Emma, Belinda was now receiving the blonde security guard’s full attention, who devoured her subordinate with her eyes.

The strawberry blonde criminal then produced more rope and tied her friend Robin’s hands behind her back and circled her breasts with more rope like she had done with the redheaded guard. ‘For you, boss. In the meantime, I will warm-up your subordinate for later’, Belinda said to Phoebe, winking an eye.

Phoebe, now wearing only a dishevelled white bra, matching panties and brown stockings, started to make out with Robin, kissing and fondling the raven-haired criminal, who seem amenable to the task. Belinda lost no time, and placed her hand underneath Emma’s pantyhose and started to finger her pussy. The redheaded guard had conflicting feelings. On one hand, she started to moan with pleasure, on the other, she saw with alarm that while her bonds were strong, Belinda had tied Robin with loosened knots. The brunette’s hands were now free, but her superior was not aware of this because she was very busy kneeling in front of Robin, kissing her pussy. Before Emma could warn Phoebe, Belinda placed her other hand in her mouth, silencing her. The redheaded could only witness how Robin pinched Phoebe’s shoulder with astonishing skill, rendering her lusty superior unconscious.

‘Your boss is a thirsty bitch, sweetie’, Belinda told to a now 100% scared Emma. Robin, laughing, continued: ‘Now be a dear and radio your two partners who are waiting outside. Tell them that your boss found the thieves not 100% cooperative so they have to take them to the police’. The redheaded guard could not believe how these two criminals knew so well her superior’s habits, but found it wiser to obey them without furthering questions.

Two minutes later, Erin King, a tall, slim brunette with blue eyes, and Valeria Gomez, a buxom Latina with blonde-dyed hair and big brown eyes, stepped in the so-called detention room, unaware that they had been lured into a trap. The two security guards realised that something was going wrong when they saw their partner, Emma Long, ball-gagged and tied up to a shelf in her underwear, and their superior, Phoebe Sanders, lying unconscious on the floor wearing only her white bra and panties and brown stockings. They had no time to react though. Belinda and Robin were hidden behind the door, carrying tasers, so they only had to zip the unsuspecting guards in their backs to knock them out for a couple of minutes.

The two criminals quickly undressed the two unconscious guards until they were only left with their underwear. Erin was wearing black hipster panties, black stockings and garters and matching bra while Valeria had opted for blue with white polka dots bikini panties and a matching bra. Belinda produced more rope and tied the two guards together back-to back, with their hands resting on each other’s laps and coils of rope circling their breasts. She also tied the guards’ ankles and thighs, restricting their mobility, before taping their mouths. Belinda then moved to restrain Phoebe, but she decided to give some kind of special treatment to the lusty blonde security guard. First, she decided to take off her bra and panties and cram them into her mouth, securing them with tape. Then, she tied Phoebe’ right hand to her right ankle and did the same with her left limbs. After that, she placed the unconscious blonde guard next to Emma, who found a small gratification in seeing her boss paying for her stupidity and lust, and tied Phoebe’s legs to the shelves in a way that the blonde security guard appeared as a “V” with her pussy and big breasts in full display. As a final touch, Belinda found a dildo in one drawer -she was sure to find something interesting due to the corrupt security guard’s reputation-, and introduced it into the pussy of Phoebe, who was starting to awake.

Belinda and Robin selected the two uniforms which fit them better of the four they had now available and, after taking some pictures and videos of their captives, texted in the criminal’s group: ‘The offices and warehouse area are secured too’.

***

‘The white small van, that’s them’, Samantha said to Siobhan, looking with some concern at her blonde partner’s neck tattoo. ‘I know what you are thinking, that Lisa and I should have switched places because a cop would not be allowed to have a visible tattoo. Trust me, if we could fool Ursula for a second, these two chicks will not be none the wiser. Anyway, it is too late for regrets now, so let’s get this done’, Siobhan answered.

Once again, Ursula had thought it was a good idea to pair women of her group with members of the Albionese band. While Belinda and Robin were perfect for the racy and raunchy mission assigned, Samantha and Siobhan should have an easier assignment. Zoe and Susan had provided them with two police uniforms from the batch they had obtained raiding the feds’ headquarters, and now they had to use them to acquire other outfits to get into the entrails of the casino.

Their targets were Leah Perry and Miranda Swift, two D-rate country musicians who performed at the casino. Actually, they only played at the Main Hall on the weekends with other groups because the casino manager, Meghan Gower, thought this kind of live music made the casino more welcoming, and they only got payed 300$ per gig. Leah, a blonde with blue eyes and curves, and Leah, a slim brunette with green eyes, were so pretty and sexy that they could have found other more lucrative professional careers in the sex industry or as security guards. However, they had never gone to college so they did not have student-loans, their jobs at a big store were enough to pay for rent, and they loved music, although they knew they were not talented enough to make a breakthrough. Therefore, it was better to earn less and keep your clothes on. At least that is what they thought until that day.

Samantha and Siobhan waved at the musicians’ van and signalled them to pull out, which they did. Leah lowered the window and said ‘Sorry officers, I might have been speeding a bit, but we are late for a concert!’. Miranda looked in amazement at her naïve partner while the two fake cops smiled at each other. ‘It is nothing like that sweetie, but we would need you to go to the back of the van, please’, Siobhan told her. Leah smiled and said ‘of course’ while Miranda hesitated a bit, ‘why this blonde cop with a tattoo -are they allowed to wear this kind of things?- called her sweetie -so unprofessional- and asked them to move to the back instead of step aside?’, the brunette though.

Realising Miranda’s hesitation, Samantha said: ‘Look, we do not want this to get nasty. Girls, we are not real cops. Please move to the back of the van and take off your clothes. We are going to restrain you and someone will find you in a couple of hours. We will find a way to compensate you for your troubles’. ‘Shit, this is like the movie we saw the other day about stealing policewomen uniform’, Leah said in amazement. ‘Honey, it was a documentary. It was real’, Miranda said with resignation looking at her blonde friend with a mixture of exasperation and tenderness.

The two country musicians looked really sexy with their cowgirls attire, consisting of brown boots (Miranda’s were a shade darker than Leah), blue denim knee-length skirts, and the classical cowboy shirts (Leah’s was red and Miranda’s white) and hats. However, they looked even better when they took them off. Siobhan whistled in appreciation when she saw Leah’s cute underwear set, consisting of white and orange striped skimpy panties and a matching bra one size too small, which hardly contained her generous breasts. Samantha also looked with attention Miranda’s body once the brunette was only wearing aquamarine tanga panties and a matching lacy bra.

The two impersonators quickly hogtied the two country musicians and gagged them with a cloth sealed with tape. They pondered whether they should chloroform them to be sure they did not make noise, but they decided not to, trusting that the two captives would not do try to do anything stupid. Finally, they took off their police uniforms and changed into the musicians’ cowgirl attire.

Samantha and Siobhan drove to the casino and parked in the area reserved for employees. Unobstructed, they walked towards a small locker room where security guards, waitresses and other staff changed into their clothes and took short breaks (the casino’s manager, Meghan Gower, was very strict in that regard). As they expected, the place was empty at that time of the day. Then, they texted Marian, who was already in control of the security cameras room, and told them that they were ready for the next step.

Twelve minutes later, Alexandra Werner walked towards the locker room. Alexandra was tall and slim security guard with dark blonde hair and brown eyes. She had been assigned to guard the door which connected the main hall with the VIP area but she was also ordered to attend any situation that might occurred. After the commotion created with the thieves, now she was told by who she thought it was Sophia Richardson -the real guard was bound and gagged naked under a desktop-, to go check on the locker room. Apparently, there was some faulty alarm which would not stop beeping.

The tall blonde was a bit confused, as she thought two other security guards, Chloe Lancet and Amanda Martinez had been called to check on it. Her partner, Amber Watson, on the other hand, could not accompany her, as she was walking two federal agents who wanted to talk to the manager to Meghan Gower’s office, which added a bit more stress to Alexandra. The tall blonde would have been more distressed if she knew what had happened to all her colleagues and the fate that awaited her.

Alexandra stepped on the room and walked immediately towards the alarm, ready to punch the code, when she heard some noise, some kind of moaning and wiggling. The blonde saw with alarm (pun intended) that in the corner of the room there were two women dressed as security guards blindfolded, gagged and with their hands and ankles zip-tied. The blonde guard quickly recognised Chloe’s slim build, long legs and curly brown hair and Amanda’s curvaceous body and short black hair. The guards’ skirts have hiked up with all the struggling, so Alexandra could see Chloe’s metal-grey skimpy panties and Amanda’s black thong and round thighs. She was now 100% sure, as she recognised that underwear from a couple of hours ago, when they were getting ready for their shift.

The two captive guards noticed that someone else was there, so they redoubled their scuffling. However, Alexandra had no time to help her partners, as Samantha quickly moved behind her and pressed a cloth soaked with chloroform in her pretty face. After a short struggle, the blonde guard fell unconscious on top of her two bound colleagues.

Samantha texted in the message group: ‘Three and done. However, we have not found our friend who went swimming to the fountain yet’. ‘I will go search for her’, Robin replied. ‘I will check the cameras and tell you where she is’, Marian answered. ‘Sounds good. S&S just continue with your task’, Ursula wrote, finishing the conversation for a little bit.

Samantha and Siobhan then lifted the unconscious Alexandra and took her to her own locker. They opened it with their captive’s own key and place the blonde guard inside after having zip-tied her hands and ankles and covered her mouth with a ball-gagged. Before closing the locker, Siobhan pulled down the blonde’s skirt, revealing her light-blue bikini panties, unbuttoned her shirt, showing her matching bra, and took a few pictures of the guard, standing bound and gagged in her underwear in her own locker.

Then, the two criminals dragged the two other guards from their legs to a small storage unit. Siobhan looked with lust Amanda’s caramel-coloured round thighs and enticing black thong and shot a few glances to Chloe’s silky legs and sexy panties. Samantha was effective but she was a bit too nice. If Siobhan had been paired with other member of the team, especially with Susan or Belinda, she would have been able to take advantage of the situation and play with their prisoners. However, Samantha did not feel any special resentment against figures of authority and, moreover, because of her past as a sex worker, she did not like to do anything unsolicited to their captives.

Samantha and Siobhan needed the uniforms, so they rolled down the two guards’ skirts, which resulted in more wiggling and kicking from their victims, and then, one by one, they carefully removed the zip-ties from their hands. Valeria fought back, but the two criminals managed to remove her blazer and shirt as they had done with Chloe’s and zip-tie her hands again after a short struggle. The fight only resulted in the Latina guard’s round buttocks being spanked by Siobhan for her feistiness.

Once their captives were more subdued, Samantha and Siobhan changed their cowgirl attire for the security guards’ uniforms Siobhan took a few more pictures of the captives. Both criminals left the locker room without anyone noticing anything abnormal. Another box from Ursula’s extensive list could be checked.

***

‘Here they are. They are ten minutes late, but we will recover that time’, Zoe said. ‘I would not have minded if they had taken five more minutes though’, Susan said with a deviant grin. Zoe smiled back and replied: ‘duty calls’. The Latina stepped from the swivel chair she was sitting on and grabbed a pair of white panties from the floor, introducing them into the mouth of Helen Grant. The Latina criminal gently caressed Helen’s face and then fondled her perky boobs: ‘Now be smart and do not try to be a heroine again’. The brunette’s icy blue eyes sent daggers, but she did not dare to defy her captor. After having to eat Zoe’s pussy three times, being panty-gagged was not that bad, even though the white panties in her mouth were her partner’s.

Helen’s partner, Violeta Reyes, was faring even worse though. The short and curvy brown-haired Latina had to continue to munch Susan’s pussy while she had caught a break, hopefully for good. The brunette damned their luck.

Helen and Violeta worked as security guards at the Oasis Casino. They were watching the VIP parking when two women dressed as policewomen came to talk to them. Both guards were former cops who had decided to change their careers when they heard about Harris Security after the Perriot Desert Hotel incident. It paid better and it seemed like an easy job (what were the odds of having to deal with Ursula Volkanov and her team again?). That is why they found the two cops’ pretext to be there as bullshit. No one has called them and they would have never gone to the VIP parking first. Once Zoe and Susan realised that their disguises were not working, they decided to stop pretending and attack the guards. Although Helen and Violeta put up a fight -Violeta almost had time to draw her gun-, they were subdued by the two criminals, who were well-trained in hand-to-hand combat.

The fake policewomen dragged the two guards to the small booth from where they controlled access to the VIP parking. Once there, they quickly undressed them of their uniforms, consisting of black skirts and blazers, white shirts, and dark brown short heels, and tore off their panties and bras (both guards had opted for a modest set consisting of bikini panties and t-shirt bra, Violeta’s was white and Helen’s black) before zip-tying their hands and ankles. Not satisfied with that, the two guards were forced to satisfy Zoe and Susan’s lust after the criminals had quickly changed their police uniforms for the security guards’ clothes. Having some time to kill, Zoe and Susan forced Helen and Violeta to kneel below the booth’s desk and eat their pussies until, fifteen minutes later, the criminal’s next target arrived.

Zoe and Susan were waiting for the arrival of Al Helaffi’s special guard. Al Helaffi was the former dictator of the Atlas Republic, a North-African country. He had been deposed ten years ago, but he had managed to flee to the United States with a substantial part of his country’s gold reserves. Now, he lived as a permanent guest at the Oasis casino, where he squandered his ill-gained money. In order to satiate his ego (and strong sexual appetite), he had recruited an all-female special guard who, dressed as military soldiers, acted as bodyguards and ‘companions’. Back in the day he had employed nearly 50 women, but his extravagant lifestyle was taking a toll, so he only had a group of 5 under contract now. Two of them were now driving Al Helaffi’s luxury SUV to the VIP parking after dropping his boss at the casino’s VIP entrance.

Jocelyn Evans and Caitlyn Moore were surprised when one of the casino’s security guards waived them to stop the car before entering the parking. Both women wore olive-green skirt and shirt, white stockings, a red tie and a black bonnet and they looked amazing in that uniform although they were nothing alike. Jocelyn was a curvy, short redhead with curly hair and green eyes while Caitlyn was slim, tall and blonde. Their surprise only increased when they saw that another guard had left the booth and was approaching them too. Miranda would have sworn that she had seen this guard, a strawberry blonde, rolling up her panties after leaving the desk, but she thought that it had to be her imagination.

Zoe and Susan knocked on the SUV’s windows, asking the two women to lower them. The two members of the special guard obeyed, thinking that there must be a perfectly reasonable explanation for the request. It was, but they could had never imagined it. Without uttering a single word, Zoe and Susan sprayed Jocelyn and Caitlyn with a special spray, knocking them out instantly.

‘I love the new gadgets we got for this adventure, hopefully we can use more of them’, Zoe said, smiling. ‘They are very cool, but I honestly prefer the app-controlled vibrators. Speaking of that, I am going to give the federal agent and our cop friends a buzz’, she answered while playing with her phone.

Zoe returned to the booth and panty-gagged Violeta with Helen’s black panties, securing them to the guard’s mouth with tape. In the meantime, the brunette guard had spitted the ones silencing her and had tried to reach a telephone. Consequently, The Latina criminal put the panties back in Helen’s mouth and used tape to keep them in place too. She gave the brunette guard a couple of spanks for good measure and left the booth, locking it with the guards’ key.

Susan had wasted no time. She had removed Jocelyn and Caitlyn’s uniforms and tied them together in the SUV’s trunk, with their hands tied behind each other’s backs, more rope circling their chest, ankles and thighs and their breasts rubbing each other’s. Both criminals admired the two captives’ lingerie. Jocelyn was wearing black semi-transparent tanga panties and matching lacy bra, which offered a nice contrast to the white stockings, while Caitlyn had opted for a skimpy red thong and matching semi-transparent bra besides the white stockings, which were part of the special guards’ uniform required by the former dictator. Susan silenced both captives with ball-gags and lowered their bras, playing with their captives’ breasts for a few seconds.

Fortunately for the ‘military’ women, Zoe and Susan had no time to lose. Therefore, she changed their security guards’ uniforms for the clothes which will identify them as members of Al Helaffi’s special guard. They parked the SUV in the designated spot and took an elevator to the Oasis casino’s VIP area. While walking near the sauna and swimming pool area, someone saw them from the distance and recognised them despite their disguise.

***

Soaked and angry at herself, Sonia Hernandez swallowed her wounded pride and took the hand offered by an old man to get out of the fountain. ‘It was this creep’s fault!’ she though. This annoying guy had been pestering her for a few minutes so she did not see the young woman running towards her, chased by the casino security guards. To add salt to the injury, Sonia was pretty certain that she had flashed her yellow lacy panties to the old creep when she fell to the fountain, pushed by the running thief. In any case, her white skirt was so soaked now that her enticing panties were noticeable to everyone. At least her green tank top covered her equally yellow lacy bra but now that it was wet, the shape of her round, big tits was more prominent.

‘Could this be a coincidence?’ What are the odds of something like this happening?’ Sonia thought. The pretty federal agent was acting undercover at the casino, pretending to be a regular costumer. Although an attractive woman by herself was the target of creepers and some guys who mistook her for a sex worker, this kind of incident looked suspicious. ‘Maybe the old guy was working together with the young girls to throw me to the fountain?’ But who are they? Do they work for Ursula Volkanov? How do they know who I am? Why would they stage something like that just to do this?’ The raven-haired Latina pondered. If this was a deliberate attack, it has worked in some ways. Her phone was soaked and irresponsive and she has lost the secret ear-piece she was wearing to communicate with their headquarters, now probably lying at the bottom of the fountain.

Sonia Hernandez decided to maintain her cover though; maybe this was just a coincidence after all, so she accepted to be escorted by a friendly security guard, a tall and slim woman with curly brown named Chloe Lancet, to the staff’s locker room to get dry. The Latina agent saw that one of the other undercover agents, a slim raven-haired cop named Kelsey Foster dressed up with a short red tunic with some kind of space logo, had come to check what was going on. Sonia, however, discreetly signalled her to go away, so they both could keep their cover. Maybe it was a coincidence after all, the pretty raven-haired tried to reassure herself.

Before Sonia reached the locker room, she and the security guard were stopped by Meghan Gower, the casino’s manager and the wife of one of the main investors, Michael Gower III. Meghan was in her late forties, but she still looked amazing, especially wearing a short white blazer over her fancy blue dress, which gave her a sexy professional aura. She was tall, voluptuous and had a cute face and pretty long curly brown hair with shades of blonde.

The manager started to apologise profusely to Sonia, unaware of who she was, as her husband had not told her about the threat looming over the casino that night. Meghan offered Sonia a free room for the night in the VIP area and suggested that the woman should go to the sauna and swimming pool to relax. Then, she would get 500$ in chips, the casino’s courtesy, and a VIP bracelet, which allowed her to order anything she wanted from any of the casino’s bars and restaurants for free.

The undercover agent was overwhelmed by that generosity and wondered if every customer who suffered this kind of incident would be treated this way. The truth was that the casino manager was trying to diffuse a PR -and later legal- storm. Many customers had recorded the whole incident and they were sharing it online. Although the thieves were eventually caught, it made the casino looked bad. Additionally, the affected customer was a hot, POC woman, so the media would have a picnic with the casino if they considered that she had not been properly treated after her bad experience. Things escalated soon in social media, Meghan Gower knew. ‘We have to keep this woman happy, so she does not run to the press the minute she leaves the casino. Maybe we are lucky and we can also convince her of not suing us’, the casino manager thought, unaware of the absurd situation she was taking part on.

Sonia Hernandez doubted for a second if accepting the kind offer could be seen as if she was deserting her position, but she thought that it was better to keep her cover, even if it meant to spend some time in a luxury sauna!

The pretty Latina was walked by the manager in person to the VIP area. There, she was offered a private shower booth and a locker, where she could stash her belongings. Meghan Gower told her that she could leave her clothes in a basket, and someone would take care of them and bring them clean and dry to her room. Then, she gave her the bracelet and a room key, telling her to call her if she needed anything else before she left to attend other duties.

Almost an hour later, Sonia stepped out of the shower, feeling reinvigorated. After spending some time at the sauna and getting a massage, the undercover agent started to feel guilty, so she decided to try to contact her superior to receive new instructions.

Wearing only a fuzzy white bathrobe with the casino’s logo and some slippers, Sonia Hernandez walked out of the shower area into the rest of the VIP area, which was mostly deserted at that time of the day. Her mind did not stop buggering her: ‘Is this a convoluted trap to get me out of the way, to steal my clothes or just a coincidence? How on Earth could Ursula knew that there are undercover agents at the casino? How could she know that I would end up here? I am wearing regular clothes, why would she need them?’.

However, Agent Hernandez dismissed those thoughts when she saw Zoe and Susan in the VIP area. Although the two women were wearing some kind of military uniform, the Latina federal agent recognised them. After her humiliating ordeal at the Perriot Desert Hotel, she would never forget those faces.

Alarmed, she checked her still irresponsive phone. Not having a way to alert Agent Griffiths of the threat, she decided to stealthily follow the two women, who entered a luxury room called the Arabian Suite.

Sonia Hernandez walked away and started to look for a phone, when she run into a pretty raven-haired security guard with tanned skin. The Latina federal agent could recognise Ursula and any other her companions, but she did not know that their nemesis was being helped by the Albionese band of Robin and her Merry Women yet. She would soon rue it.

Agitated, she identified herself as an undercover agent and told her that she needed to contact the casino’s head of security and her own colleagues, but she realised that she was looking deranged from the sceptical looks of the security guard. Then, she asked her to walk with her to the shower booth, were she had stashed her federal badge.

Once there, the raven-haired accepted that she was an undercover agent, not a regular client, but she seemed to fail to appreciate the gravity of the situation. Finally, Sonia persuaded the security guard to let her use her phone. The pretty Latina cursed that she did not know her boss or her colleague’s number by heart, and reflected on how people did not exercise their memory when all the information could be stored in a phone or search on the Internet. Therefore, she looked for the number of the VIP area’s restaurant in Google, where two federal trainee agents were acting undercover.

- ‘Oasis Restaurant. This is Clarice’, a pretty, slim blonde with medium-length hair and green eyes answered.
- ‘Thank God it is you. This is Sonia Hernandez. I have no time to explain, but two of Ursula’s agents, Zoe Valdes and Susan Dykinson, have infiltrated the casino. They are in the Arabian Suite, in the VIP area, wearing some kind of military uniform. Inform Agent Griffiths immediately’, the Latina agent nervously said.
- ‘Copy that’, Clarice Hawk answered.

Sonia, then turned to the security guard and said: ‘call to your boss, Patricia Palmer. This is an emergency’. However, the raven-haired guard only answered: ‘don’t you think that if Ursula’s team is already in the casino, other members could be impersonating other members of staff after stealing their uniforms, such as security guards?’.

The Latina agent froze when she saw the security guard smiling, and it dawned on her why the guard had been so slow to help her. ‘I am Robin, a friend of Ursula’, the raven-haired concluded, as if it was necessary to explain that the she was an impostor. Then, she grabbed Sonia Hernandez.

The Latina agent regretted that, while her partner Lydia Wallace had decided to take personal combat classes, she had opted for soul cycling and spinning, more concerned of keeping her sexy plump ass in shape than anything else. Therefore, she was no match for the aggressive criminal.

Robin grabbed the federal agent, who lost her white bathrobe in the struggle, and pushed her to the shower. Then, she used the robe’s belt to tie Sonia’s hands to the shower and a sponge to gag her, tying the sponge’s cord to the back of the agent’s head. Fully naked and restrained, Sonia Hernandez shouted when Robin switched on the shower and the Latina agent felt the cold water hitting her naked body. Mercifully, Robin decided to set it at a warm temperature, so the bound and gagged agent would not freeze or get scalded, but she did not miss the opportunity of fondling her captive’s juicy breasts and curvy ass. Then, she took a few pictures of the defeated agent, who did not appreciate the irony of she getting soaked for a second time by Ursula’s minions.

The fake security guard closed the shower booth and texted the rest of her friends: ‘I found our straggle agent and took care of here. However, there is an extra couple of undercover agents in the casino that we did not know of’.

***

After hanging the phone, Clarice Hawk immediately call her boss, Agent Laura Griffiths, but she did not answer. She tried calling Agent Lydia Wallace, but the result was the same. Then, she explained the situation to her partner, Meadow Corradi, a curvy raven-haired with olive-coloured skin beauty who, like Clarice, was acting undercover, dressed as a waitress in the casino VIP area. Both trainee agents had to wear a very insinuating outfit which consisted of a black tank top, a black short skirt, fishnet stockings, and high heels. Apparently, the VIP clients demanded overtly sexualizing uniforms for the staff and the casino indulged their privileged customers’ requests, no matter how questionable they were.

The blonde and raven-haired federal trainee agents did not like the outfit, but they were both ambitious, so they did no mind having to show her sexy bodies. That is why they had immediately volunteered when their mentors at Plantico asked the trainees who wanted to join a last-minute special mission. At the time, they were elated when they were chosen instead of Mary-Sue O’Grady, the blonde southerner beauty with a talent for short-arms who competed with them to become the best agent of their promotion, but shortly after they would regret their bad luck.

The agents’ ambition proved their doom that night. Instead of alerting Patricia Palmer, the casino’s head of security, once they could not contact their boss, they tried to capture the two infiltrators by themselves, hoping that it would get them a gold star in their profile. Therefore, they secretly left the restaurant and walked to the Arabian Suite, unaware that they were being spied by the casino’s security cameras, controlled by Ursula’s team from a while ago, so Zoe and Susan could prepare a trap for the unaware agents.

Clarice Hawk and Meadow Corradi saw that the Suite’s door was ajar, so they drew their small guns, hidden in their fishnet stockings, and slowly pushed the door. In front of them, they saw three voluptuous women scantily clad and tied on chairs. Later, they would find out that they were the rest of Al Helaffi’s special guard, who clearly have a type, as the three women had huge breasts and curvy thighs and asses. Aubrey Turner, the Guard’s leader, had brown-reddish hair and was wearing only a black thong and black stockings, which differentiated her from Aubrey Turner and Maggie Jettison, who both were blonde, although Aubrey had pale skin while Maggie’s was tanned, and wore white bikini panties and stockings.

The three captured guards juggled her enormous breasts, trying to escape the ropes which tied them to their chairs, and gave muffled screams, trying to alert the newcomers, although the ball-gags which covered their mouths made it impossible to Clarice and Meadow to understand what they were saying.

The two agents worked in tandem, following Plantico’s protocol perfectly for this kind of situations, so while Clarice carefully moved to free the three captives, Meadow watched her back. However, Zoe and Susan had already counted on that, so they were hidden, ready to strike.

When Clarice tried to start untying the three guards’ bonds, she felt a sting in her right thigh. She only saw that she had been hit with a dart before the somniferous started to make effect and she fell down unconscious. Meadow saw her colleague collapse, but before she could do anything, another dart flew across the room, hitting her in the neck. The raven-haired beauty kneeled down and tried to resist the effects of the drug, but she soon fell unconscious, like her blonde colleague.

Smiling, Zoe and Susan left their hiding spot. ‘I love these gadgets: it is very cool to use something different than a cloth soaked in chloroform for a change of pace’, the Latina criminal said. Susan did not answer: the blonde was very busy filming the whole scene: the three tied-up guards, who moaned after seeing that they were not going to be rescued, and the two unconscious federal trainee agents.

The criminals did not need the waitresses’ uniforms, but they undressed their captives anyway, following the band’s tradition. In a question of minutes, Clarice was sitting unconscious with her back to the wall and her hands behind her back, wearing only her fishnet stockings, teal-coulored lacy skimpy panties and a matching bra which Susan lowered to toy with the blonde’s perky tits. In front of her, Meadow kneeled unconscious, with her face buried in her partner’s crotch and her round ass on display, only covered by lacy dark-green bikini panties, and her fulsome breasts hanging, once Susan has freed them from her dark-green lacy bra.

‘Why don’t you gag them? The sleeping drug acts fast but it only last for a few minutes’, Zoe asked, surprised. ‘I know, but we have some time to kill before we move to the next part of the mission. I plan to tie them up in a 69 position later and gag them, but I would like them to have their mouths open when they wake up’, she answered, with a devious grin. Zoe heartily laughed to her friend’s answer: ‘Your fans are going to love the videos you are going to upload later. Let me text Ursula and the rest to let them know we have taken care of the two surprise guests, so we can continue with the plan, and I will have a look at the bag, to see what toys we have here for our new captives’. At that precise moment, both Clarice and Meadow started to stir.

***

Patricia Palmer caught her reflection in a mirror and smiled. The tall head of security liked what she saw. The brunette was wearing short black boots and her never-ending shapely legs ended in a short red skirt. Her rotund breasts were covered by a white shirt and a red blazer, but their enticing shapes caught the eye of many customers. Although she was wearing her brown hair in a simple ponytail and no make-up, her pretty face glowed: she was happy to be back in action.

Against all odds, Harris Security had increased its business after the Perriot Desert Hotel debacle. Apparently, a lot of rich guys preferred to have hot and pretty security guards than efficient ones. Additionally, the constant failure of law enforcement’s attempts to capture Ursula and her band of criminals contributed to relativize the private companies’ own mistakes. In any case, being the most efficient security guard of the company and the one who suffered the most at the hands of Ursula encouraged her boss, Taylor Harris, who went to the same ordeal as the tall brunette, to offer Patricia to become a partner of the blooming company.

Patricia Palmer had focused on training the security guards (they were not a match for hardened criminals, but at least they would be able to deal with drunkards, pickpockets and such) in the last months. However, when the FIA contacted Harris Security to alert them of Ursula’s imminent plan to rob the Oasis casino, Patricia Palmer decided to join in person the security detail created to thwart the plan.

The federal agents had designed their own plan, but Patricia had taken measures on her own. The only access to the casino’s vault was through an elevator in the VIP area of the building. The brunette head of security first thought of restricting access to that area to any woman, but the manager of the casino, Meghan Gower, was not aware of her husband’s adventures and subsequent threat to the casino, so it would be impossible to persuade her to do that without telling her the reasons behind that decision. Moreover, this weekend the casino hosted a famous poker tournament in the VIP area. Therefore, Patricia had personally vetted all the female customers who were staying in the VIP rooms and made sure that no female staff worked in this area this weekend. The only exception were one croupier and two waitresses who were actually three federal trainee agents who had joined the mission.

Additionally, Patricia had decided that she and the security detail in the VIP area would wear a different uniform. It consisted on red short skirts and blazers, instead of black, so they would looked sexy but different from the rest of the guards in the casino. If this was not enough, the brunette head of security had chosen only three guards to join her and who were harder to impersonate. The three women were Priya Pankoor, a fit, brown-skinned beauty in her mid-twenties with piercing black eyes and curly raven-coloured hair, who was also the only POC who worked for the company (which told a lot about their employment policies and their customers’ tastes), and two twins, April and May Street, two hot, slim 21-years-old blondes with blue eyes who had dyed locks of their luscious hair in red and blue, respectively, making them to stand out even more. If Ursula and her team impersonated any of these three security guards, Patricia would immediately notice it.

Therefore, Patricia Palmer had reasons to smile. It was impossible that Ursula gained access to the vault: only a few selected customers were allowed to go there accompanied by security guards of the ‘red team’. The brunette head of security lamented that this detail would force Ursula to abandon her plan or that the federal agents would arrest Ursula before. She wanted to personally capture the criminal and enact revenge on her before handling her to the authorities. However, Patricia stopped daydreaming and focused on her duties. The poker tournament was about to start.

Mr. I was a fantastic poker player, but his mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out how Ursula had planned to rob the casino. He loved playing poker, but he hated tournaments like this. Part of the benefits were destined to charity and, knowing Meghan Gower, she most likely had persuaded her husband that the protection of some weird animal was a much worthier cause that helping actual human beings in your own country (that would be communism). Just cancelling the tournament would have been more beneficial for the planet, considering the amount of fuel burned by the private jets which had flown the rich participants to Pacific City. Nevertheless, Mr I’s public persona required him to participate in this kind of events and, more importantly, he wanted to be there when his frenemy Michael Gower III realised that the casino’s vault had been robbed. Gower’s hedge fund owned the casino and his wife, Meghan, Mr. I’s former girlfriend in college, was its manager, although she was blissfully unaware of the bet between Mr. I and his husband.

Despite being only 50% focused on playing, Mr. I was quickly promoted to a different table with other participants who had won the first round. He smiled to Mr. Yamamoto, a Japanese millionaire and a secret arms-dealer who he had had businesses in the past, and to Michael Gower III, who seemed tense, but he did not know the rest of the participants. He only recognised a famous pop-singer who made very racy videoclips and wondered how incredible would have been if Ursula had impersonated her, but that would have impossible, even for her amazing employee. Then, they were joined by another familiar face, Al Helaffi, the former North-African dictator who had an eccentric and extravagant lifestyle in his golden exile in Pacific City.

Once all the participants ordered drinks, the croupier showed up. A short, pretty woman with medium-length black hair who wore black stockings, dark green skirt and vest and a white shirt. ‘Hi, my name is Genevieve’, she said, exchanging a quick look with Mr. I. The kingpin maintained a stoic façade, but he was very excited when he recognised that it was Sally, one of Ursula’s friends, who hid under that uniform and a black-haired wig. ‘This is going to be fun’, he thought.

The fake croupier deftly shuffled the cards, but Mr. I’s keen eye noticed that Sally’s movements were far from innocent. He smiled when he saw his hand: the 2 and 5 of hearts. It was evident that he had to play a part on the plan, especially when Al-Helaffi, who had a pair of aces from the beginning, bet 50,000$ before the flop. The former dictator raised the bets in every round and everybody eventually dropped except Mr. I, who was resolute to continue until the River with the remote chance of getting a 3 of hearts, the only way that he could defeat his opponent. Al-Helaffi saw the two aces on the table and, having a neat poker in his hand, did not pay attention to the 4 and 6 of hearts when he said: ‘All in’. Mr. I breathed deeply, and hide his trepidation, pretending to think about the many possibilities. Finally, he pushed all his chips and revealed his two humble cards. Al-Helaffi gave him a wolfish smile and said: ‘I knew you were bluffing’, without contemplating any other possibility than his victory. However, the croupier revealed the last card and showed the inevitable 3 of hearts.

Everyone gasped in surprised and the famous pop singer screamed in excitement. ‘I never bluff’, Mr. I told Al-Helaffi. The former dictator, after a few seconds of shock, started to shout and curse, completely out of control. The raven-haired croupier was discreetly substituted by another one, a tall ginger dude, to prevent her from becoming the target of Al-Helaffi’s ire. Finally, Michael Gower managed to appease him by offering him to re-join the tournament by paying an extra fee of 500,000$. The dictator, wounded in his pride, accepted and left the table for a few minutes to make some arrangements. That is when things became really funny.

Mr. I kept an eye on the table and the other in the show that was unfolding just 20 yards from there. A still very agitated Al-Helaffi talked with Meghan Gower, the casino’s manager for a few minutes, signed some papers and returned with a stack of chips to the table. ‘Everything is being taken care of. My guards will oversee that the casino takes a couple of my gold bricks from my persona safe in the vault as guarantee for this last-minute loan’, he said to everyone, smiling and pretending to forget what has just happened. While they resumed playing poker, Mr. I saw that two women of the dictator’s famous Special Guard, carrying big backpacks, met the casino manager and, joined by two security guards, left the room in direction to the casino’s vault.

The kingpin would have paid a lot of money to be able to express his feelings and start laughing at the situation. Mr. I had seen Meghan Gower when he arrived to the casino a couple of hours ago in a brief and icy meeting. That is why he knew that the attractive woman wearing that blue dress and white blazer was not her. The woman’s gestures and gait were different: he could recognise that it was Ursula Volkanov wearing some kind of face mask and a wig. He could not get a good look of the women dressed in the sexy version of a military uniform, but he was sure that they were Zoe and Susan, who were impersonating two members of Al-Helaffi’s Special Guard after stealing their clothes. He was honestly impressed. He knew Ursula was fantastic, but he could not have dreamt of a more daring and convoluted plan to get into the vault. He looked at Michael Gower in amazement, the poor fuck was not aware of what has happened and he did not notice that the woman a few yards from there was not his own wife!

In the meantime, Patricia Palmer started to feel that something was off. The head of security had not seen the two federal trainee agents who were acting undercover as waitresses in a while. She did not like it. She knew from experience that, in a situation like this, when a woman was missing for a few minutes the likely outcome was to find her bound and gagged in her underwear after having her clothes stolen. Patricia Palmer was expecting that, anytime soon, a couple of members of Ursula’s team would show up in the VIP area dressed as waitresses. Her hunch was mostly correct, but not 100% accurate. However, something else caught the brunette’s attention. ‘Where are the Street twins?’, she wondered. ‘They went to the vault several minutes ago with Mrs Gower and two of Al-Helaffi’s guards and they had not returned to their position. This was a bad omen’, the head of security concluded. This time, she was 100% right.

The brunette head of security made a gesture to Priya Pankoor, the other guard in the area, and both women left the room and walked the aisle in direction to the elevator that led to the vault. Once they arrived, they heard the lift’s coming up, and Patricia Palmer sighed in relief, thinking that she was being paranoid and everything was fine, but nothing was fine. When the elevator’s doors opened, the head of security gasped in shock. April and May Street were sitting on the floor back to back, unconscious, ball-gagged and with their hands zip-tied behind their backs, resting on each other’s laps. Not surprisingly, the twins were only wearing their underwear. Both sisters had chosen a sexy set of lacy bras and hip-huging panties with the only difference that April’s was red and May’s blue, probably to match their dyed hair locks. Next to them, their red security guard uniforms were neatly piled up, showing that Ursula and her team had managed to get into the vault without needing them.

Patricia Palmer breathed with trepidation but, after a few seconds, she composed herself and started to think clearly. ‘Ursula and her team had gained access to the vault dressed up as members of Al-Helaffi’s Special Guard, but how did they know that the dictator would send two of his henchwomen there? Of course! They made him to do that. The croupier is one of them too!’, she thought. Then turning to the remaining guard, Priya, Patricia ordered: ‘Block the elevator, so no one leaves the vault, and go find the croupier, she is not the real Genevieve’. The pretty raven-haired security guard nodded and quickly left.

‘I need to see what is going on down there before doing anything rash. Ursula is waiting for me to come immediately and I will not fall in her trap this time’, she thought while walking throughout the VIP area in direction towards the security cameras room. She maintained her composure, willing to keep this incident as secret as long as she could in order not to ruin the poker tournament and stain the casino’s reputation, but she had the strange feeling that a tall, strong bald man, one of Michael Gower’s friends, knew what was going on when they exchanged a brief look while she crossed the room.

Patricia Palmer found the security cameras room suspiciously empty, but the pieces started to come together. First, she found a discarded police uniform on the floor, with its blue shirt torn in pieces, then, she heard some noise coming from below the main desk. Once the brunette head of security pushed two swivel chairs, she found Sophia Richardson, the guard in charge of the security cameras bound and naked. Patricia saw a black bra on the floor and correctly assumed that the matching panties had been used to gag the guard, as Sophia’s cheeks were bulging. The unfortunate guard, wearing only her glasses, squirmed and groaned, hoping to be freed, but her boss did not pay attention to her, focusing on the cameras.

The cameras revealed two bad news to Patricia Palmer: Ursula, Zoe and Susan were in fact ransacking the casino’s vault and they were placing some explosives in a wall, ready to make an escape route. The head of security saw with shock but relief that, at least, the criminals did not hold Meghan Gower as hostage: it was Ursula who, dressed up as the casino manager, who had successfully impersonated her.

This simplified things, although she had to act quickly. Ursula had no exit except the elevator, so she was trapped there before she managed to create an escape route with the explosives. Patricia then phoned Priya: ‘Stop looking for the croupier, we have other priorities now. Gather all the security guards and go to the elevator. Wait there until the police reinforcements arrive to go down to the vault, understood?’ ‘Copy that’, the pretty guard answered weakly, although her boss failed to notice the concern behind Priya’s voice.

Priya had found the missing croupier. In fact, she had found more than she had bargained for. After asking a few employees, the security guard was told that two federal agents had arrived to the casino a while ago, and asked for an urgent meeting with the manager, as they thought one of the croupiers was working illegally at the casino. Therefore, she walked to Mrs Gower’s office.

Once there, the security guard was greeted by a surprising sight. She found her colleague Amber Watson, a pretty redhead with curly hair, green eyes and freckles, lying on the floor in her underwear. The curvy security guard had escorted what she thought were two female federal agents to Mrs Gower’s office only to realise that they Ursula Volkanov and Sally Perkins, who had stolen the clothes and badges from two real federal agents, Laura Griffiths and Lydia Wallace. Now, she was hogtied with tape, her mouth ball-gagged, and wearing only orange bikini panties and matching bra.

The real Meghan Gower was ball-gagged, taped to a chair and red with fury after having lost her clothes as well. The attractive mature woman was only wearing black garters, brown stockings, hip-hugging black panties which enhanced her round curves, and a black bra which hardly contained her generous breasts. To add salt to the injury, the rich woman had to suffer the indignity of having a federal trainee agent sitting on her lap, facing her. The real Genevieve Thompson, a petite woman in her early twenties with raven-coloured hair, milky skin and blue eyes, was ball-gaged and taped to Mrs Gower so tight, that her perky boobs rubbed the casino manager’s impressive rack. She was only wearing chocolate-coloured tanga panties and a matching lacy bra as she had to yield her croupier uniform like Mrs Gower had to do with her fancy dress.

Unfortunately for Priya, the security guard not only found the tied-up women in the office: Sally was there, waiting for her, still dressed as a croupier and carrying a gun. Consequently, by the time Priya was contacted by her boss, the brown-skinned beauty had been stripped of her red uniform and had her wrists and ankles taped. Wearing only a racy black thong and a matching lacy bra, she answered to Patricia Palmer’s call and pretended that nothing was wrong. The second after her boss hanged up, Sally used more tape to gag the security guard, and forced her to lie on the floor, hogtying her like her partner Amber.

Unaware of Priya’s fate, Patricia Palmer decided to call the cavalry. The head of security wondered how Ursula and her friends had managed to get into the casino without the federal agents noticing. The discarded police uniform she found in the security cameras room was a worrying sign, like it was that, after two attempts, the feds did not answer her call. The brunette tried a third time and, after thirty seconds, she sighed in relief when she heard ‘This is Agent Griffiths’.

***

Lydia Wallace heard her superior’s ringtone once again. She had lost track of time, but this was at least the seventh time someone has tried to contact her or Laura Griffiths, so ‘someone must have noticed that something is wrong, right?’, the brunette federal agent told herself, trying to stay positive.

After forcing both federal agents to strip and tying them back to back with their eyes blindfolded, Ursula and her friends have prepared the next step of their plan, which moved on from the building used by the feds as headquarters to the casino’s main building. Lydia Wallace and Laura Griffiths could not see what was going on, but they could hear it and feel it. Ursula and Sally had taken their clothes and badges to impersonate two federal agents and meet the casino’s manager while Marian was going to use a police uniform to get to casino’s the security cameras room. And there was not anything they could do about it. The criminals were so confident that they did not even bother to gag Agents Wallace and Griffiths, laughing at them when any of the pretty feds made an empty threat of how they were going to be arrested in the end.

Before leaving, Ursula stood next to Lydia Wallace and, after telling her that this time she had been closer to catch them, she passionately kissed her. The dumbfounded brunette was taken by surprise and, to her chagrin, kissed her back. Seconds later, Lydia Wallace felt embarrassed because she had actually enjoyed the moment, especially because she had imagined that it was her partner, Sonia Hernandez, who kissed her. Ursula then try to do the same to Ursula, after telling her that the plan she has hatched was not bad at all, but the reaction was very different. The blonde agent pulled back and called Ursula ‘a filthy dyke’. She started a rant about bi-curious women and other ideas about sexuality the ‘libs’ entertained that, according to her view, were sinful, but she was stopped short. She could not see what happened, but Lydia got the impression that Ursula shut the blonde agent up by forcing her to kiss something else besides the criminal’s lips. Thirty seconds later, when she heard Agent Griffiths gasping for air and redouble her insults with a more pronounced Southern accent, she felt that her intuition was right. The blonde agent stopped talking and started moaning though. Lydia Wallace then remembered that their captors had placed a bullet-shaped vibrator on her superior’s pussy.

After Ursula and her team left, Laura and Lydia started to shout for help, but soon they realised that, if anyone could hear them, they were probably in a similar predicament than them. The two pretty agents tried to untie their bonds, but it was fruitless: Ursula knew the ropes of her profession. They also tried to stand up and hop to the desk to retrieve their phones, but being tied back to back and with their ankles taped made it impossible. They only managed once to get up, only to fall on their cute butts immediately after.

Laura Griffiths’ phone stopped only to start ringing again. However, Lydia Wallace heard some heels clicking next to the room, so she said ‘Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?’, a couple of times raising her voice more each time. Then, she heard steps of several people coming in to the room.

The brunette agent thought that maybe the policewomen had managed to untie themselves or that the snipers who watched the casino from the rooftop had finally decided to see what was going on downstairs after being unable to contact them. Lydia Wallace felt a pair of gloved hands softly touching her head and, after the blindfold was removed from her eyes, he was shocked to see a pretty and curvy redhead wearing a superheroine uniform which consisted of short black heels, a green short skirt, a red shirt, a black mask, and a short yellow cape. The attractive woman was squatting in front of her, smiling, but Lydia’s first reaction was to blush, as her rescuer was accidentally flashing her lacy skimpy yellow panties to her. The brunette agent then realised that she was only wearing a lacy purple bra, which hardly contained her round breasts, and matching lacy tanga panties underneath her black pantyhose, and blushed even more.

The mysterious rescuer was not alone. There were two other women dressed up as superheroines. A slim, pretty blonde who wore red tall heeled boots, a red skirt, a blue shirt with an S logo, and a red cape and a black beauty with long dark hair who wore tall black boots, a black short skirt, a black shirt with the yellow logo of a bat and a black mask. ‘They are the three vigilantes who tried to stopped Ursula and her team in the law firm a couple of weeks ago and ended up bound and gagged!’, Lydia Wallace remembered from the report she had read a few hours ago.

The three superheroines quickly untied Lydia Wallace and Laura Griffiths and also the two policewomen, Autumn and Mackenzie Jones, although the pretty cops still remained unconscious after drinking the drugged coffee brought by the fake military officer. The brunette agent wanted to ask several questions to the superheroines, but the three women quickly rushed to the door and left after saying: ‘you can fetch for yourselves now and there is no time to lose!’, so she could only utter a quiet ‘thank you’ in response.

Her supervisor did not even bother to thank their rescuers. She run towards her phone and answered it. The blonde federal agent was only wearing pink lacy tanga panties, a matching bra and beige stockings, but her first concern was not to get clothes but to know what was going on at the casino. Laura Griffiths had not even removed the vibrator from her pussy when she answered her phone, so it was almost comical to see her squirming and trying not to moan while talking.

After a couple of minutes of an intense conversation, Laura Griffiths hanged up and looked at Lydia with a mixture of anxiety and resolve. The brunette agent hated her supervisor but admired her will to overturn the situation after being humiliated by Ursula. ‘It was Patricia Palmer, the casino’s head of security. Ursula and her team are in the casino’s vault. I am going to go there with the SWAT team. This criminal cunt thinks that she only has to deal with a bunch of bimbo guards to escape, but she is up for a nasty surprise’, she told her. ‘I will go with you’, Lydia resolutely replied, but Agent Griffiths replied: ‘No, I want you to asses the situation here and to contact the undercover agents to see how many actives agents and officers we still have. Gather all the available bodies and wait for instructions’.

Lydia Wallace tried to convince the blonde agent that maybe they should think over their next move and do not rush, but she did not insist after Agent Griffiths sternly said: ‘Do as I say. Also, we should try to keep the way we were rescued to ourselves. It would look very bad if it leaked that we had to be helped by a bunch of amateurs. Hopefully they do not go to the press to brag about it’. Agent Wallace was more preoccupied on knowing how the superheroines knew what was going on in the building and whether they knew about Ursula’s plan or it was just a crazy coincidence. However, she nodded in agreement.

Laura Griffiths called the SWAT team and ran to her office, where she put on some extra clothes she had brought: a fancy ivory-coloured blouse and a pair of tight grey trousers with a thin black stripe, which made her butt look amazing. The blonde agent was in such a hurry, that she did not even bother to take off her now unnecessary beige stockings, although she took off the vibrator from her pussy, throwing it away with fury. ‘Remember: Wait for my instructions’, was the last thing Laura Griffiths told Agent Wallace before leaving. Lydia Wallace suspected that Laura Griffiths wanted to get all the credit of arresting Ursula, but it was her superior during this mission and what she said was not unreasonable, so she nodded in agreement once more. Maybe if the blonde agent had not been blinded by ambition, hubris and her wounded pride, the outcome would have been different.

***

Lydia Wallace then started the not very pleasant task of assessing the damages caused by a tornado named Ursula Volkanov. First, she tried to contact all the undercover cops sent to the casino. She knew that they were bound and gagged in their underwear hidden somewhere in the casino, as Ursula and her friends had used their costumes to get into their headquarters, but hopefully someone had managed to escape their bonds. There was not such luck. More concerningly, her partner, Sonia Hernandez, and the three federal trainee agents who were also acting undercover at the casino, did not answer either. This probably explained how the criminals had managed to get into the vault, but Agent Wallace was especially concerned for her partner, wondering how was she faring, unaware that the pretty Latina agent was currently fully naked and tied up to a shower.

The pretty brunette agent tried to contact the rest of the policewomen and the sniper team who were in the building, but no one answered either. That was even more odd: she thought that the superheroines would have freed the rest of the policewomen. ‘On the other hand, if they had entered the building through the rooftop, they should had run into the snipers, shouldn’t they?’, she wondered.

Therefore, Lydia Wallace decided to explore the building but first she put on a trench-coat she had brought, as she did not want to be running around wearing only her sexy underwear and pantyhose. She resented once again that her superior had criticised the outfit she had initially chosen for the mission, forcing her to wear something sexier, a grey skirt suit which was now in the hands of Ursula, and leaving her with no extra clothes just in case. The situation pained her even more when she noticed that Laura Griffiths had brought extra clothes for herself!

The brunette agent’s first stop was the room where the policewomen not assigned to a specific task waited for instructions. Lydia Wallace had witnessed, thanks to the security cameras, how Zoe and Susan, using the costumes stolen to two undercover cops, had captured all the policewomen there. Consequently, the federal agent was not surprised to find Lt Nuñez and the other four cops, bound and gagged in their underwear. Three of them were kneeling down on the couch, showing their enticing rears wiggling as they futilely tried to escape, while the Latina officer and a slim blonde named Savannah were frog-tied and hogtied, respectively, and had their bras lowered, showing Lt Nuñez’s rotund breasts and Savannah’s small but well-rounded tits. Both women had also awarded with a bullet-shaped vibrator like Agent Griffiths’, as Agent Wallace guessed from the two cops’ moaning.

It took a while, but Lydia Wallace managed to untie the ropes and cut the tapes which restrained her colleagues. The brunette agent ordered them to compose themselves, get some clothes if possible and meet her at the security cameras room for further instructions. Agent Wallace noted that there was not a great atmosphere in the group and wondered why everyone seemed to look at the slim blonde, Savannah, with resentment.

Then, Lydia Wallace decided that it was time to check on the rooftop, to see why the sniper team did not answer her calls. The brunette agent had a hunch of why they could not do it, and her instincts were right, but with an unexpected twist. When she arrived to the building’s roof, she found three women bound and gagged in their underwear, but she did not know who they were!

An attractive blonde with brown eyes laid on the floor, hogtied and ball-gagged, wearing nothing but a racy red thong which was almost covered by her big, curvy ass. Next to her, two other women were tied back to back with their hands resting on each other’s laps and ball-gagged: a pretty redhead with pale skin, green eyes and thousands of freckles, who wore lilac lacy panties and matching bra, and a beauty with light-brown skin colour and luscious black hair who had opted for black hip-hugging panties and matching bra. Both women had their bras lowered to put their juicy tits on display. The redhead’ breasts were quite big but they looked small in comparison to her partner’s massive brown jugs.

Lydia Wallace’s initial surprise turned into shock and then into concern when she removed the ball-gag from the redhead’s mouth. The woman told her that they were a group of superheroines who fought crime so, when they heard in the police frequency that there was an incident in this building, they had rushed to come here in order to take care of the bad guys. However, when their chopper landed on the rooftop, they were greeted by three snipers wearing the uniform of the police who told them that they had arrived just in time to help. Then, they attacked them, stripped them of their costumes and left them bound and gagged in their underwear.

A cold sweat run through Lydia Wallace’s body. The brunette agent processed all that information and the situation looked ominous. However, her train of thought was interrupted when she heard some faint noises coming from a small room in the rooftop which looked like a small storage.

Agent Wallace opened the door with a pretty good idea of what she was going to find there. Therefore, she was not surprised to see three curvy women in their early thirties, two blondes who both wore a ponytail, and a brunette with short hair, sitting in a circle with their hands handcuffed in a way that it was impossible for them to separate their arms from each other. The women were gagged and blindfolded with tape, so they did not know who was there. Lydia Wallace, on the other hand, could recognised who they were. The blonde who stood in front of her was now only wearing grey socks, white panties with a cute pink ribbon and a black sport bra which has been lifted to reveal her perky breasts: she was Sgt Pamela Sting. Next to her, the rest of her sniper team shared her superior’s fate: officers Violet Fisher, the brunette who wore hip-hugging white panties and a dishevelled grey sport bra, and Claire Boniak, the other blonde, who had opted for black bikini panties and a matching bra which had been unhooked at the front to put the blonde cop’s rotund tits in plain view.

Lydia Wallace quickly connected the dots and correctly figured out that Ursula’s team had captured all the cops in the building to use their uniforms in multiple ways. Then, she had lured those wannabe heroines to steal their costumes and use them to free her and Laura Griffiths? The last part made no sense. The brunette agent decided she had no time to figure out how the criminals had done it, but it was more important to know why. Agent Wallace had a bad feeling, so she left the rooftop in a hurry, hoping that she could find the three women dressed as superheroines who by now she has correctly figured out that they were Andrea Belloti, the sexy redhead, Durene Akomeghian, the black beauty, and Lisa Stevenson, the pretty blonde, three members of the Albionese band Robin and her Merry Women who had joined forces with Ursula’s team for this mission.

The three scantily clad policewomen shouted and complained, although their screams were muffled by their gags, when they realised that their supposed rescuer left in a hurry before freeing them. Likewise, the three superheroines shouted in despair when they saw Agent Wallace running towards the stairs without even looking at them. The redhead, at least free of the ball-gag which covered her mouth before, pleaded Lydia Wallace to help them and not leave them in a such compromised position for a second time, but it was to no avail, time was of essence

The brunette ran downstairs towards the parking, but, in her heart, she knew it was too late. Three minutes later, she saw with despair that she was right. There was no trace of the three fake superheroines: Lydia Wallace only found the three cops in charge of watching the parking in the expected predicament of being bound and gagged in their underwear. Coincidentally, the three policewomen had opted for black sets of underwear, although the three had also suffered the additional indignity of having their rotund breasts exposed by their attackers. Sgt Abigail William and Teresa Valle were still unconscious, victims of the drugged coffees too, Agent Wallace correctly guessed, and handcuffed together while a redhead named Lauren Allen was curled up like a ball, with her hands handcuffed behind her thighs.

To Lauren’s distress, Lydia Wallace could not find the keys of the handcuffs, so she could only relieve her of her ball-gag now. The redheaded cop explained to the federal agents how the three criminals had hidden in the fake military officer’s car and attacked them, without mentioning how her hesitation to help her partners because she enjoyed the humiliation they were suffering had helped them. Just a few minutes ago, she had seen the same three criminals come back, this time dressed up as some kind of superheroines. Nevertheless, they had quickly taken off their costumes and put back on the police uniforms they had stolen in the first place (and which had been key to fool the sniper team in the rooftop, Lydia Wallace correctly surmised). The brunette agent saw a pile of clothes not far from there: three superheroine costumes and three uniforms of the local police’ tactical unit (aka, sniper team). More concerningly, she saw that a police van was missing from the garage.

Lydia Wallace decided to call Agent Griffiths. Her blonde superior had ordered her to stay put and wait for instructions, but something was going on. Ursula wanted to free them because she wanted them to go the casino, that was evident, but why? The brunette agent walked upstairs to reconvene with all the available police officers while trying to contact Laura Griffiths again to no avail. Lauren Allen asked her not to forget about her while she comically rolled around, unable to free herself. The brunette agent nodded distracted and worried when she noticed that her eyes had stayed a bit too long staring at the redheaded cop’s massive breasts and curvy body.

After four more failed attempts to contact Laura Griffiths, Lydia Wallace decided to call Capt. Jonathan Vaugh. As a last line of defence, Agent Griffiths had set up several checkpoints at every road leaving from the casino and they were manned by all-male units of police with orders to stop every vehicle with more than two women on them. This decision was very controversial and it undermined the narrative of ‘women get it done’ in which the Federal Agency wanted to frame the case of Ursula Volkanov, but Agent Griffiths hoped that she could capture Ursula without this back-up plan being publicly disseminated. It was too late for PR concerns though, so Lydia Wallace phoned Capt. Vaugh. The veteran police officer started to protest about this ‘bullshit assignment’ and complained about the uncomfortable position his men had to deal with, forecasting that there will be dozens of complains by attractive women who had been searched and frisked by the cops, who many times had taken their job a bit too seriously. He also started to complain about a great deal of things, adding some racial slurs for not clear reason, but Agent Wallace stopped his mostly misogynistic rant and asked him if he knew anything. ‘What the fuck are you talking about? I thought the mission was over. A few minutes ago, Agent Griffiths drove by with the SWAT team and three other cops in two vans: they had captured this half-Russian cunt and the rest of her bitches’, Cot Vaugh replied.

Lydia Wallace dropped her phone in shock. ‘Has Laura Griffiths actually managed to capture Ursula and the rest of her team? Did she wanted all the credit for herself and that is why she left without telling her anything?’ the brunette agent pondered. ‘This does not seem right’, she concluded. Then, turning to the police officers gathered there, told them: ‘Follow me, we are going to the casino’.

***

Red with fury and embarrassment, Laura Griffiths was resolute to make Ursula Volkanov pay for foiling her plan with such ease and humiliate the blonde federal agent. The criminal and her friends were trapped in the casino’s vault. The casino’s head of security, Patricia Palmer, told her that they were ready to detonate some explosives to make an escape route, but Agent Griffiths thought that Ursula would not dare to do something that risky: she only wanted to lure the security guards and then escape through the elevator after defeating them. That is why she had stolen her card before.

‘This time, it would be Ursula who would be the victim of a trap’, Laura Griffiths thought with a devious grin. The blonde agent and Patricia Palmer had devised a quick plan when Laura Griffiths was finally able to answer the head of security’s calls. Patricia Palmer would send their guards down to the vault, but they would be joined by a SWAT team armed with automatic weapons. Parallel to this, Laura Griffiths and Patricia Palmer would use a secret corridor which led to the casino’s vault as well. This passage was built when the vault was designed, but it had remained locked and unknown to everyone for years. In consequence, Agent Griffiths ordered Sgt Rose Rivers to join the casino’s security guard while she went to meet Patricia Palmer.

The blonde federal agent was taken by Patricia Palmer through a series of aisles until they reached a storage in the casino’s basement. In the meantime, the SWAT team was allowed access to the casino discreetly through a fire emergency door, in order to not create chaos.

The casino’s head of security opened a door and led the way through a very narrow corridor with many twists until they finally found a small red door. Patricia Palmer produced another a key and quietly opened it. The brunette security guard and Laura Griffiths drew their guns and nodded to each other, exchanging resolute looks. Both women were joined by the desire to stop the heist and, more importantly, they wanted revenge on Ursula. However, that thirst for vengeance would have to wait for another day.

The moment Patricia Palmer put her feet on the casino’s vault, a trap sprung. A hidden lasso quickly circled around the unfortunate security guard’s ankles, who screamed when she felt the rope pulling her up. She had seen Ursula making the same trap at the hotel and now she had fallen for it. Laura Griffiths saw with puzzlement how in a fraction of a second the security guard disappeared from her view and ended up hanging upside-down, her ankles tied up to one of the beams of the vault’s ceiling. The brunette security guard had lost her gun and, more embarrassingly, her red skirt had rolled down, revealing Patricia’s long and alluring legs and the white bikini panties she was wearing.

Before she could react, she heard the click of a gun near her temple and Ursula’s ominous laughter. Laura Griffiths cursed, but she dropped her gun and raised her hands. Ursula, Zoe and Susan had packed several backpacks with money and a satchel with pen-drives and many other technological devices which probably held very sensitive information of the casino and its clients’ financial operations, so they seemed ready to go.

The blonde agent tried to stall, hoping that the SWAT team and the security guards would reach the vault in a matter of seconds. This could end up with a nasty shoot-out, but it was better than being captured twice by Ursula in the same day. Therefore, she tried to make Ursula talk, knowing that many villain’s weakness was their desire to explain their plans in order to show how smart they were. The criminal obliged in part: ‘Agent Griffiths. How good to see you again. I know you have thousands of questions, but let me start by telling you that, if you had paid more attention to the foiled robbery at Mason, Mason and Huckney, you would have realised that they represented the construction company which built the casino’s vault a couple of decades ago. We made it look like a failed mission but in fact we got the vault’s blueprint, that is why we know about this little secret passage of you. In fact, we plan to use it to escape’.

Laura Griffiths cursed but tried to remain calm, looking ahead to the arrival of the cavalry. However, Ursula could read the blonde agent’s mind now like an open book. ‘If you are hoping that your SWAT team will rescue you are terribly mistaken’, she said. At that time, Agent Griffiths gasped with despair when she saw Sgt Rose Rivers and the other seven SWAT agents walking towards them with their hands on their heads, pushed by a group of security guards. The blonde agent recognised Sally, Belinda, Samantha and three other young women who would later know were Robin, Marian, Siobhan, the Albionese criminals who had joined forces with Ursula, as the women dressed as security guards. The seven SWAT agents were still dressed with their black pants, black shirts, Kevlar vests, helmets and pieces of armour, but they had to hand their automatic weapons to the fake security guards, who had easily disarmed them after attacking them by surprise in the elevator.

‘Your friend Lydia Wallace would probably tell you the whole story later, sweetie, but you should know that you were rescued by some of my teammates disguised as superheroines. We wanted you and the SWAT team to come to the casino. Obviously, we were not going to blow up a wall to escape, we will do it in style, wearing your uniforms, of course!’ Ursula told to a now utterly defeated Agent Griffiths. The blonde agent started to understand why other had failed before when they attempted to arrest Ursula.

Almost an hour later, the maître of the casino’s VIP area was met with an unusual request. A pretty brunette wearing only a trench-coat claimed to be a federal agent and demanded to meet the head of security, Patricia Palmer. To make things odder, she was accompanied by five other attractive women who said they were cops, but although they were carrying guns, they were only wearing their underwear. The maître was called by some staff members, who denied them the right to entry in the casino’s VIP area, especially in that condition of undress, because no one had showed them a badge. They had tried to call security, but there was not any security guard around. Additionally, the casino’s manager, Meghan Gower, was nowhere to be seen either.

The maître has thus become the only sort of figure of authority available, so he went to deal with that unusual situation. Lydia Wallace introduced herself, explained to him who they were and that they had been attacked by criminals who wanted to rob the casino, and that those same criminals had probably taken care of the security guards and might have ransacked the casino’s vault. It was lot of information to process for the maître, and the decision was clearly above his pay check, but the situation seemed so outlandish to have been fabricated. Moreover, the absence of the casino manager and the surprising vanishing of any security guards were indeed suspicious.

Finally, Lydia Wallace persuaded the maître to allow her to access to the casino discreetly through one of the fire emergency doors, so they would not interrupt the poker tournament or disturb the rich customers which such a ruckus. He also sent people to search the casino room by room for any security guard and someone to inspect the manager’s office.

The brunette federal agent and the scantily clad cops found two twins bound and gagged in their underwear near the elevator which led to the casino’s vault, in a small storage. Agent Wallace correctly surmised that they were security guards neutralised by Ursula and her team, which also proved that her hunch was correct.

Drawing their guns, the brunette agent and the five cops emerged from the elevator only to found what it looked like an empty vault. However, some muffled sounds coming from the other end of the big room alerted the six women that there was someone in there. Lydia Wallace was not as surprised as the five policewomen were when they found Patricia Palmer, the casino’s head of security, hanging upside down, with her ankles tied to one of the beams of the ceiling. Besides that, the brunette guard had her mouth gagged (with what later Agent Wallace found out were Agent Griffiths’ lacy pink panties), her hands tied, and her clothes dishevelled and torn. Patricia’s red skirt had rolled down, showing the rescuers her long shapely legs and the white bikini panties she was wearing, her red blazer laid on the floor, and her white shirt and white lacy bra had been ripped open, revealing the tall amazon’s well-rounded breasts. As a last touch, the criminals had placed a vibrator inside the head of security’s pussy, which made the brunette guard very unhappy.

With some difficulty, Lydia Wallace and the cops managed to lower Patricia Palmer to the ground and free her. The head of security corroborated the federal agent’s fear. Ursula and her team had neutralised Laura Griffiths and the SWAT team, and they had taken their clothes. The blonde federal agent and the eight SWAT cops, fully naked, had been restrained with zip-ties, ball-gagged and blindfolded before being forced to follow the criminals in their escape through a hidden passage.

Sighing with resignation, Agent Wallace took her phone and started to make some calls. ‘Ursula Volkanov and her team are disguised as policewomen, SWAT officers and Ursula herself is impersonating a federal agent. The women under custody are the real Laura Griffiths and the SWAT team’, she informed her superiors and Cpt Vaugh. Checking her phone, she estimated that Ursula had an advantage of around 80 minutes, so the chances of arresting her were very slim. The pretty brunette agent felt very tired and defeated but, when she thought of the face of Agent Griffiths when they rescue her, she could not but smile. It was unlikely that she would remain her superior for much longer after this debacle.