The tall woman slid her long fingers through the redheaded girl's hair as she said, "You want to cooperate with me, don't you?"
But the girl was tense. She was not responding to the woman and finally she hissed, "Leave me alone, you big dyke! I'm not gonna...."
Long fingers slapped Bridget's cheek and then sharp fingernails pressed into her flesh as the woman who was towering over her grimaced and said, "It's too bad. We could have made it all so easy for you! You could have enjoyed it!"
Then, without any warning, the tall woman pulled Bridget's arms back and pinned them with one of her hands as she said, "Now you're going to lick my pussy! Then, we'll think of what else we can do to you that might be fun!"
Bridget watched the moist and glistening flesh of the cunt lips moving toward her face. The woman pressed down against the girl's lips and rubbed back and forth. The cunt cream was drooling down the girl's chin and slithering on her neck.
"Stick your tongue in! I want to feel your tongue up my cunt!"
CHAPTER ONE
Samantha's high black boots clicked on the tile of the hallways in the dimly lit building. She walked tall and with great assurance. As she tossed her head, her long black hair streamed down her back and her long neck looked like part of a sculpture.
There was a steady beat to her walk. It was one that she had practiced for a long time and finally perfected. When she walked it was not simply to get from one place to another. Samantha wanted to send a message to the world with the clicking heels of her boots.
She wanted to let the world know that she was tough!
The luscious, dark-haired beauty didn't care who knew that she was a lesbian. She had set up her business in San Francisco and she was determined to make a success of it.
Opening the door of her office, she saw the youthful, blonde girl sitting at her desk.
"Hello, sweetheart," Samantha said in a voice that was deep and thick as honey. "Any calls so far this morning?"
The eager blonde girl got up from her desk and said, "Millie took all of the calls that came in."
There were two offices beyond the waiting room, where Effie was sitting. Samantha went to the office to the left, knowing that her partner, Millie, was in the office to the right.
When Samantha looked up, she saw that Effie was standing in the doorway. She smiled at the girl and said, "I know that I owe you a couple of weeks pay."
Effie stepped quickly into the room as she said, "You don't have to worry, about that, Samantha!"
"You're a good kid," the dark-haired beauty said as she leaned back in her chair.
With that encouragement, Effie sat on the edge of the desk and said, "You could do something for me, though, Samantha." She lowered her eyes.
Samantha reached up and ran her hand along Effie's thigh as she said, "I'll bet that I know just what it is that I can do for you, sweetheart."
Effie nodded her head and giggled. The dark-haired lesbian dominatrix behind the desk smiled to herself. At least if there was no business, she wouldn't have a boring day.
"Get on the desk, Effie," Samantha said to the beautiful, blonde girl.
"Shall I take my clothes off, boss?" the secretary asked.
Samantha winked at the younger girl as she pulled open the buttons of her blouse and revealed her lusciously rounded breasts with the sharply pointed nipples.
Effie quickly started to peel her clothes off. She tossed her blouse onto the floor next to the desk and then she unzipped the side of her skirt and wriggled out of it.
When she looked at the dark-haired beauty who was her boss, she giggled and then reached her fingers into her pale, pink panties so that she could peel them off.
Slowly, she worked the panties from her beautiful hips and revealed the patch of golden pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips.
She reached down and ran her fingers along the moistened lips of her pussy. She had been anticipating the arrival of the beautiful woman and she had been hoping for an experience like this to make her day.
Samantha came around to the edge of the desk. She was wearing her black lace panties and her high black boots. Her firm breasts were almost pointed and sharp.
Licking her lips as she came toward the girl she said, "Lean over the side of the desk and get the special package from the top drawer."
Effie opened the top drawer and her hand brushed over the revolver that was there. Then she could feel the soft felt of the package that she had been searching for.
Pulling the package from the drawer, she pulled the felt covering from it and revealed the wonderful ten inch dildo that Samantha always kept handy.
Samantha took it from the girl and said, "Is this what you want, sweetheart?"
Effie nodded her head and leaned back on the desk as she said, "I want you to hold me, boss. I want to feel warm and protected in your wonderfully soft arms."
The dark-eyed dominatrix slid her body down on top of Effie's. She could feel the points of Effie's nipples rubbing against the points of her own nipples and she enjoyed the feeling of the contact. She spread her legs and pressed her moist pussy lips against the firm, white flesh of Effie's well-rounded left thigh.
Samantha pressed her weight down against the body of the younger girl and then she brought her lips to Effie's lips. She could feel the warmth of the flesh around the girl's lips and then she felt the moisture as the blonde girl opened her mouth.
The anxious tongue of the blonde girl was sliding back and forth against the dark-haired girl's tongue. It was pushing for admission to the hot mouth of the other girl.
Soon, the two tongues were meeting and rubbing back and forth, the tips exciting each other.
While her tongue was occupied in the other girl's mouth, Samantha reached down with the dildo and pressed the head of the thick thing against the moist and wrinkled flesh of the other girl's pussy. She was working the hard cock head into the cunt.
Effie was so hot for it that she was raising her hips up from the desk in an effort to feel the dildo even deeper inside of her body.
As the dark-haired girl continued to work the thing from side to side and to push it into the body of the younger girl, Effie was wriggling her hips and her thighs back and forth in an effort to feel the dildo rubbing against the pussy flesh on all sides of her eager slit.
"You're really hot to get fucked!" Samantha said in a soft voice that was almost a laugh.
"Yes!" Effie replied in an intent way, with her eyes closed and passion on her lips.
The dildo was sliding deeper into the pussy. When Samantha sensed that she was pushing the drier flesh on the outside of the pussy into the slit along with the dildo, she began to ease the pressure that she was exerting on the thick thing.
She pulled back the dildo by a fraction of an inch, simply so that she could help the girl's pussy to relax and take the rest of the thing into her.
Then she pushed forward and pressed another two inches of the dildo into the tight pussy slit of the blonde girl. Working the thick prong from side to side she was able to get the entire length of it into Effie's lovely cunt.
Once she had succeeded in doing that, Samantha pressed her thighs around Effie's thigh and began to hump up and down along the girl's beautifully rounded leg.
As she was doing that, she was humping the dildo in and out of the tight pussy slit of the blonde girl. She was feeling the reaction inside of the blonde girl that was telling her that
Effie loved every minute of what was happening to her.
But, Effie's eyes were closed. Samantha took the girl's hand and pulled it down to her own slit so that she could feel the moisture there.
"Come on, girl!" Samantha hissed, under her breath. "I want you to know that it's a woman on top of you! I want you to know that I have a hot pussy and that I'm the one who's here."
Effie sighed softly as she ran her index finger along the crack of the cunt slit. She was wriggling her index finger in as she felt the thick dildo working into her and then back out of her, creating gooseflesh all along her neck and her legs.
Then, suddenly, as if an explosion had taken place inside of her, Effie went into contortions. She tossed her leg up around Samantha's body and she felt her cunt flesh tightening around the dildo.
When Effie opened her lips to cry out in passion, Samantha pressed her lips down on Effie's lips and stuffed her tongue deep into the girl's mouth.
For a long moment, the two of them were locked together in that position. Samantha was holding onto the dildo, but she could feel a tugging on the thick thing that was the young girl's pussy flesh undulating and writhing around the invader.
Finally, Samantha could feel the younger girl relaxing. She slid her body from Effie's body and began to work the dildo out of the girl's slit.
The young blonde girl smiled up at the dark-haired woman and said, "That was so good."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart!" Samantha said as she plucked the dildo from the girl's cunt and patted her on the ass. "Maybe next month I can manage to pay you your salary."
"Don't you worry about a thing," Effie said with a hopeful look on her face.
"Me?" Samantha said, sitting back in her swivel chair, nude. "I never worry. It's very bad for the complexion to worry about things."
"It just takes people some time to get used to the idea of a woman being a private detective."
"Not just a woman, sweetheart," Samantha said, leaning forward across the desk. "Keep in mind that I am also a lesbian! You must always keep that in mind."
Effie was dressed again and as she stood over the desk, looking at the beautiful woman who was sitting behind the desk, looking so depressed, she said, "Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?"
"You've been swell, already," Samantha winked. Then she started to get dressed.
"Bridget, are you in there?" the voice called out.
"I'm in the kitchen," the redheaded girl called back in a bored way.
At the door of the room, Theoni Thursby appeared and looked at the naked form of the beautiful girl she considered her lover.
"This is a pretty seedy hotel," Theoni said to Bridget. "Do we have to stay here?"
"Don't be an idiot," the redheaded girl replied. "You know that we can't take the chance of having them find us until the ship docks and we can get the thing."
"Yeah, I know," the other girl said as she ran her hand through her brown curls. She put down the bag of groceries that she had gotten and said, "Every time that I'm on the street I have the feeling that I'm being followed."
"Well, you're so paranoid," Bridget said with a giggle as she turned the page of the mystery thriller that she was reading.
"Must you sit around naked?" the brown-haired girl asked.
"You know that I'm most comfortable when I am naked," Bridget said in a whining voice that would have suited a very young child.
"But, we keep the door of this suite double locked for fear that someone will come in here and...." But Theoni was cut short when Bridget slammed her book onto the table.
"Will you please make lunch and shut the fuck up about your paranoia!"
Theoni was silent as she unpacked the vegetables that she had in the bag. There was an ugly scowl on Bridget's beautiful face as she said, "Are you cooking for a rabbit?"
"I thought that a salad would be good. It wouldn't have too many calories and we would be able to...." But again, Theoni was cut short when the girl's book slammed down, "Make your fuckin' salad and shut up about it. But, keep in mind, I am not the one who had to worry about having too many calories."
Theoni worked on making the salad and Bridget picked up her book once more. But she could not get interested in the book. She put it down and looked at the food that was on the counter. Taking one of the thickest and longest carrots, she went into the other room.
"Where are you going, Bridget?" the brown-haired girl called. "Lunch will be ready in a minute."
"Fuck lunch!" Bridget snapped. "Actually, perhaps the opposite might be fun."
By that time, Bridget was in the bedroom. She tossed herself down on one of the beds and then she pressed the thin end of the carrot against her pussy lips and she began to work it against the wrinkled and moist flesh of her cunt.
She managed to pull her pussy lips aside and she got the orange, organic dildo into her cunt. She was working it deeper and deeper into the confines of her cunt.
As she was doing that, she was pushing the moist cunt flesh from side to side so that the carrot could get into her twat. It was not nearly as thick as a cock, but its strange shape made it an exciting dildo for the girl to use.
The very head was very thin and almost pointed. Then, un-like a cock that had a knob at the head to help work its way forward, the carrot just got thicker and thicker all the way down.
And so, the more of the carrot that the girl had inside of her cunt, the wider it was spreading the delicate and responsive lips of her cunt.
Bridget could feel the juice that was increasing in her pussy flesh and she could also feel the juice that was oozing from the carrot. The heat and the pressure of the pussy were pressing down against the carrot and squeezing juice out of it.
There was a strange sting in Bridget's cunt as she felt the juice filling her up and mingling with her own pussy cream, but she found it very exciting.
Then she opened her eyes and looked up to see that Theoni was standing in the doorway. Theoni was working her fingers up her leg and pulling her skirt up so that she could frig her pussy lips through the thin and shiny fabric of her panties.
"That looks so good, Bridget!" the darker girl said.
Bridget simply smiled. She loved to receive compliments. She found that getting complimented always helped her to get even more excited.
And it wasn't hard for the girl to get the praise that she was craving. She had relatively short reddish hair that had a special sort of bounce to it.
There was one beautiful wave that curled down across the girl's forehead and a number of other waves that swept back from her face.
Her body was a delight of perfection. Although her breasts were not too large, they were very nicely rounded and they had large pink circles around her tits that were at least the size of silver dollars. Her pussy patch was of red hair that was even a little lighter and therefore a little bit brighter than the red hair on the girl's head.
"How beautiful," Theoni sighed. "The carrot matches your pussy snatch!"
Bridget spread her legs even wider and began to work the carrot way into the depths of her cunt. It was a wonderful contact. Since the head of the carrot was so thin, the girl could get it very far into the recesses of her twat.
Once she had managed to do that, she started to work the carrot back and forth in her pussy slit. She could feel it exciting the flesh along the sides of her cunt walls, but even more than that she could feel the head of it striking at different spots deep in her pussy.
As she was fucking herself with the bright orange vegetable, she could feel even more of its skin being boiled off by the juices of her body.
Her moist and supple cunt flesh was like a grater that was scraping along the side of the carrot.
Then she clasped her legs together suddenly and she felt her thickening pussy flesh grasping onto the carrot. For a moment, Bridget was filled with a terrible fear.
She imagined that the wild undulating of her pussy was going to crack the carrot in two. She was terrified that she would then have a hunk of carrot lodged deep in her twat.
But, that was not the case. The carrot was strong and thick. By the time that the girl had finished cumming, she was able to remove the dripping thing from her cunt.
When Bridget looked up she saw that Theoni was standing there next to the bed and smiling down at her. In a fawning sort of way, Theoni sighed, "May I please...."
The redheaded girl understood the rest of the sentence. She handed the drooling carrot to her anxious friend and watched as Theoni anxiously nibbled on the thing.
In a moment, Theoni had finished the carrot and was wiping her lips. When she looked over at Bridget, she saw that the girl was pulling her clothes on.
"Where are you going?" Theoni asked. "I came in to tell you that lunch was ready."
"I have an errand to run."
"B-but, what about the...." Theoni began to say as she came close to the girl.
"Buzz off, Thursby. You're really getting to be a pain in the neck!"
There was a light tapping on Samantha's office door and then Effie opened it to say in a soft whisper, "There's a beautiful girl out here and she wants some help."
"Well, send her in," Samantha said as she stood up and straightened out her outfit.
As Effie opened the door wider, she let Bridget Shaunessey into the office. Samantha's eyes widened as she looked at the lovely form that was wrapped in a tight-fitting dress.
"What can I do for you, Miss...."
"Shaunessey. I'm Bridget Shaunessey," the redheaded girl said with a little smile.
"Won't you have a seat, Miss Shaunessey?" Samantha said as she sat on her side of the desk.
"I'm here about my sister," Bridget said, a concerned look in her eyes. "You see, we're from Pennsylvania and my sister has run off to San Francisco with a lesbian named Theoni Thursby. She is here at the Hotel Frisco. I've been trying to get to my sister and that terrible woman keeps getting in the way.
"You see, my sister has decided to go home, but I have an idea that Miss Thursby is keeping her there for her own evil purposes and forcing her to stay."
"What do you want us to do?" Samantha said in a soft voice.
The door of the office opened and . a beautiful, brown-haired woman stood there. For a moment, Bridget was startled and looked over at Samantha.
But, then the black-haired beauty behind the desk smiled and said, "This is my partner, Millie Alquist. You can feel free to speak in front of her."
"Well, I've arranged to meet with my sister tonight at nine. But, I'm afraid that this
Thursby woman will try to keep her from seeing me or will come along. All I really want to have you do is to keep a watch on Theoni Thursby and see to it that she doesn't get in my way."
Samantha gritted her teeth as she said, "I hate to hear stories about lesbians who are forcing other girls to be their lovers. There are enough beautiful girls who are willing to enjoy lesbian lust that those things are unnecessary."
"But," Millie said as she stepped forward from the door. "Do you know for sure that this Thursby woman is forcing your sister? Perhaps your sister wants to be there."
"You're right, Miss Alquist," Bridget said with a twinkle in her eyes. "I would not want to see my sister forced in any direction. If she wants to stay here with the lesbian life in San Francisco, I will not interfere in any way."
"But, for tonight," Samantha added. "You want our agency to help keep Thursby in check."
"That's right," the redheaded girl said. "Now, if you'll tell me what your fee is."
Millie quickly took the redheaded beauty by the arm and offered to take on the case. As Bridget left the room with the other woman, she turned to look at Samantha, who was still sitting behind the desk. There was a smile that passed between them.
Effie came into Samantha's office a moment later and said, "What was that all about? Why was she dragged out of here by Millie?"
"It looked to me like Millie's eyes were going to pop out of her head as soon as she looked at Miss Shaunessey!" Samantha said with a light smile.
"That Millie is always...." Effie said, shaking her head.
"Cool it!" Samantha said. "You know that Millie is my partner. Good, bad or indifferent, the two of us went into this business together and we've got to see it through."
"But, what is this Miss Shaunessey all about, anyhow?"
"I'm not too sure, precious," Samantha said, lighting a cigarette. "She came in here with some story about her sister being involved in a lesbian relationship and yet my radar system was telling me that she was pretty interested in my tits.
"At the same time, my radar system was also telling me something else."
"What was that?" Effie asked, leaning on the side of the desk.
"There's something that tells me that our little Bridget is a big liar. Every word seemed to come too easily, like she had rehearsed the story and she was inventing it."
"Well, shouldn't you discuss that with
Millie?" Effie asked.
"Millie is a big girl and she's a professional! She knows what she's doing!"
"I hope she does," Effie said in a soft and sweet voice that showed a bit of concern.
When Samantha was left alone in her office, she thought back to the time that she and Millie had decided to open the detective office together.
It was not so much a decision on their part as something that they were forced into. The two of them had been policewomen on the force down in Bakersfield, California, less than a year earlier.
One day, when they had both been on a late shift, they returned to the locker room together. The men had a large and comfortable locker room, but the policewomen, because there were so few of them, had a cramped little locker room. '
As Samantha peeled her light blue uniform off, she noticed the way that Millie was looking at her. She had seen that look numerous other times in Millie's eyes and she had a pretty good idea that Millie was a lesbian.
The two of them had never discussed the subject, but it was something that often came up in their daily work. There were many times when Samantha would give someone a ticket and when they would drive away from her, they would call out, "Dyke!"
At first it hurt Samantha and she was concerned that people knew she was a lesbian. But, then she realized that people merely shouted that out in order to hurt her and that they also called the same thing to the straight women on the force.
When Samantha realized that, she was angry over the fact that people used the accusation of lesbianism to try to hurt women. She held her head high whenever someone threw the word at her.
But, she couldn't call back, "Yes, I am!" She knew that she would be kicked off the force if they knew that she was a lesbian or if they even suspected that she had been involved in one single lesbian affair. She knew that the town could not accept her as she was.
When she was sliding her black panties down to the floor and running her fingers through her downy patch of black pussy hairs, she felt certain that the other girl was looking at her with a certain admiration in her eyes.
The two of them tossed their towels over their shoulders and went into the shower room together.
Once they were in the shower together and soaping themselves up, Millie smiled and said, "It's so nice and quiet here with only the two of us!"
"Yes. It is!" Samantha remarked and she felt like the other girl's eyes were going to burn a hole right through her naked flesh as they stood together.
Millie was watching the way that the streams of warm water were slithering down Samantha's body. She saw one drop of clear water sliding down from the black hair to the white, carved flesh of the girl's forehead.
Then that drop of water continued to race down Samantha's nose and it quivered at the tip of the upturned and thin thing before it turned to one side and curved around one of the girl's flaring nostrils to slid down the carved cheek.
As the drop of water rounded the girl's chin and then moved down her long and elegant neck, Millie kept on watching it. She had desired Samantha so much and now they were naked and together in the shower. There was no one to disturb them.
Millie grew bolder as she stared more blatantly at her friend and fellow policewoman. She watched the droplet of water as it raced on the sharp angle of the top of one of the girl's breasts. Then it curved toward the middle of the breasts and seemed to be lost in the cleavage for a quick moment before it reappeared again racing toward Samantha's belly button.
The brown-haired girl wished that she could be that drop of water as it wriggled around Samantha's belly button and then slid down toward the patch of black pussy hairs.
As for Samantha, she was very observant. The girl was very much aware of the way that her associate was looking at her naked body. She could tell that there was lust behind the gaze in Millie's eyes and she didn't mind it at all.
In a clumsy fashion, Millie dropped her bar of soap and slowly knelt down to pick it up. But, once she was on her knees, she looked up at Samantha and met the girl's eyes.
They looked at each other for a long moment. If Millie were mistaken about her estimation of the other girl, she would figure that she was still safe. She could simply say that she had gotten dazed for a quick moment when she bent down.
But as her eyes met Samantha's, she saw the twinkle that was in the dark-eyed girl's expression and she saw the smile that was playing on Samantha's lips.
Millie did not hesitate any longer. She pressed her lips against the wrinkled pussy flesh of Samantha's twat. She rubbed .her closed mouth up and down against the moist flesh and she could feel the moisture that was there.
It was very different from the moisture of the running shower. The moisture that was sliding against Millie's already wet flesh was thicker and warmer than the warm water.
Millie's lips opened and her tongue slid across the wrinkled flesh of the moist pussy lips. She brushed her tongue up one side of the cunt lips and then down the other side.
Then, pushing her tongue forward against the hot depths of the vagina, she could feel the pussy lips parting and she could feel the moist flesh of the interior of the dark-haired girl's body. Her tongue pressed deeper into the cunt.
As soon as her tongue was deep into the pussy, she could feel the cunt lips snapping shut around her moist mouth muscle. She struggled to pull her tongue back or to push it deeper into the twat, but there was no chance for her to move her tongue at all.
Then, with her tongue deep inside of the cunt, she began to make a greater effort to move it. Simply the effort was enough to get the beautiful dark-haired girl turned on. She could feel her pussy flesh responding to the struggles and the movement of the tongue.
As the mouth muscle flexed and relaxed against her pussy flesh, the girl could feel her cunt meat reacting and flexing against the tongue.
With the increased movement inside of the tight slit, the girl could feel a flow of hot cunt cream around her tongue and soon she realized that she was able to slide her tongue deeper into the wonderfully moist and hot pussy.
She was then able to pull her tongue back out of the vagina, with the smooth flesh slipping around her mouth muscle and allowing her to do that.
When her tongue was almost completely out of the cunt slit, she could tell that the flesh deep inside of the vagina was collapsed together once more. She pushed her tongue hard and strong against the pussy flesh so that she could get back into the twat.
The movement of Millie's tongue was getting Samantha very turned on and so, with the showers still running, Samantha flipped around onto the tile floor so that her face was just a few inches away from the other girl's cunt.
For a moment she just looked right at the other girl's pussy. Then she pressed her long and elegant fingers into the fleshy hips of the other girl and she brought her lips to the other girl's cunt and slid her tongue deep into the confines of the pussy.
She was running her tongue in and out of the twat and she was pressing her teeth down against the moist pussy flesh that surrounded the love hole.
Both of them were so involved in what they were doing and they were both listening to the sound of the running showers. They did not hear the entrance of the woman who was the captain of the policewomen.
"What the fuck is going on here?" the woman screamed as she looked into the shower room. "Damn dyke perverts on my police force! I will not have such a thing! Get your clothes on and both of you report to my office immediately!"
When the two bedraggled policewomen reported to the captain's office, a few minutes later, the woman behind the desk had her lips set tightly together. Samantha couldn't help remembering that earlier that day this same woman had been friendly to her.
In a flat tone, the woman said, "According to the Bakersfield city ordinance, if two persons of the same sex should engage in sexual activity together, such as the two of you did, they can both be jailed for one to three years and be fined up to a thousand dollars."
Samantha and Millie were both at attention. Millie had her eyes half shut because she felt like she was on the verge of tears. But, Samantha was not displaying any emotion.
"It is a complicated process to drum you out of the police force," the captain said, standing up and putting her hands behind her back. "I don't care about that. It would be worth any effort to see that dykes are kicked off the force. What I do care about is seeing that our policewomen do not get a bad name. Do you follow me?"
Samantha looked at the woman standing next to her and then she looked at her superior officer as she said, "I really don't follow, captain."
"I will put it in plain English. I do not want to have to drum you out of the police force because that would be bad for us. I want you both to resign immediately."
There was a little sob in the back of Millie's throat and then the captain said, "I cannot force you to resign. But, if you refuse to cooperate with me I will see to it that the city ordinance is put into effect and you are both thrown into jail."
Millie gasped and put her hand up to her mouth as she said, "Jail?"
"That's the reaction that I expected. You are both pretty well acquainted with our jail system. I venture to guess that you both have quite a few enemies behind bars."
"And I venture to say," Samantha snapped in a deep and nasty tone. "That if we went to jail, we would both be dead within a month."
"I would like to have your resignations on my desk, right now!" the woman said, clicking her heels together as she left the room.
"Just one last thing," Samantha said in a snide tone as she called after the woman. When the captain turned around, Samantha hissed, "I know the real reason for this. I know that you've wanted to eat my pussy ever since I first joined this police force!"
The woman at the door got red in the face and she began to stammer. Then she left her office without saying a word and slammed the door behind her.
CHAPTER TWO
As Millie and Samantha left the police station side by side, the brown-haired girl turned and said, "Was that true? Did the captain really want to eat your pussy?"
The black-haired girl turned to the other ex-policewoman and said, "For all I know that could be true. Did you see the reaction on her face when I accused her of it?
"The one thing I know is that she was horrified by my accusation. It seems that straight women...all women seem to be scared of lesbianism. They think it's a disease that they can catch simply by being around lesbians."
"I never much thought about it," Millie said as she walked along slowly.
"Think of it this way. If being around lesbians can turn a girl into a lesbian, then...Well, I've been around heterosexual people all my life and that hasn't turned me into a heterosexual woman! I still don't desire men even after having that drummed into my head every time that I turned on a radio or saw a television program or looked in a book in school! They all glorify the same thing and yet...."
"What is it?" Millie asked, touching her new friend's arm.
"Here I am, out of a job, and I'm talking about philosophy."
"I don't know what I'm going to do now," Millie said.
"We know judo and karate. We are excellent with guns. What the hell can we do now. There just isn't demand for women who can do cop work, even on police forces."
"Well, I've got enough money to last me for a little while. But, even so, I need some sort of job."
"I'll tell you the one thing that I want out of my next job. I want to be able to have a job where I can tell people that I'm a lesbian. I don't mean that I want to take a neon sign on a blimp to fly over the city. I just mean that I won't be scared of people finding out."
"In that case," Millie said with a laugh. "There's one thing for sure about your next job."
"What's that?" Samantha asked, stopping and leaning against a building.
"It won't be in the town of Bakersfield!" Millie said and then they both laughed.
But Samantha stopped laughing suddenly as she looked at the sky and then back at her friend and said, "How much money do you have, Millie?"
"Why? Why do you want to know?" Millie asked, feeling a little uncomfortable with the question.
"I'll put it to you straight!" Samantha said. "I've had this dream. It might be a crazy dream, but then again it might be the right time for it. I don't have any money to my name. I was counting on next week's paycheck to pay my tent for the month.
"And to put this thing together will require some effort and enough money in advance to get it off the ground. I think that should be about six-thousand bucks."
"What is it? What sort of dream?" Millie-said.
"All of these things that we're trained in make us excellent for any sort of police work. Why can't the two of us open up a private detective agency?"
Millie tilted her head and said, "Women in a private detective agency?"
"Not just women!" Samantha announced. "We'll let the world know that we're lesbians."
"What sort of business can we do-who would come to a place like...."
"Don't you see?" Samantha asked. "There must be all sorts of problems that involve lesbians. If we go to a big city like Los Angeles or San Francisco, then we can really make it."
Millie clutched onto the other girl's arm as she said, "Let's do it, Sam!"
There was a knock on the door that disturbed Samantha from her recollections of the past. She went to the door and saw the police lieutenant standing there.
"Branigan?" she said to the man who was standing there, flashing his badge. "To what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
The man, with his hat still on, sauntered into the room and said, "Where were you an hour ago?"
"What is this?" Samantha snapped as she spun around to face the man.
"I want to know where you were an hour ago, Sam!" the man said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"How about reading me my rights?" the girl asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"If you just cooperate with me, there won't be any suspicion on you and I won't have to read you any rights because we'll clear this whole thing up."
"That's what I like about you, Branigan. You have such an obtuse way of making things clear."
"Millie Alquist was shot an hour ago," the man said in a flat tone.
Samantha fell back toward a chair as she said, "Dead?"
"Right through the heart at a very close range," the policeman said.
"Oh, shit," Samantha said as she ran her hands over her eyes. Then she composed herself and said, "Where is she? Where did it happen?"
"It was around a .back alley of the Frisco Hotel. What was she doing there? Who was she trailing?"
"A character named Thursby. Some woman who was in town."
"And why was she trailing Thursby?" the lieutenant asked.
"I don't have any information on the Case.
Millie handled that completely."
Branigan said, "You know that's bullshit! Come on and cooperate with us, Samantha. If you don't, you might find yourself as the prime suspect in the case."
"Prime suspect!" she cried out. "What sort of shit is this?"
"Isn't it true that you and Millie had some romantic difficulties?"
"There was never anything romantic between us, you big ass hole! We were business partners."
"Come on, Samantha! Everyone around town has been talking about the way she's been sulking ever since...."
"You straight guys figure that if two women are both lesbians, they must be making it with each other. Well, I don't accuse you of fuckin' every broad you see. Even though I know that you really want to fuck every broad you see!"
"Okay, Samantha," Lieutenant Branigan snapped. "But, you'd better be ready for us to come back."
The beautiful, black-haired girl felt a cold sweat on her brow as she thought about the sudden death of the beautiful girl who was her partner.
She went to the bar and took a drink of straight bourbon. Then she turned toward the door as she said to herself, "This is a tough business and a tough town."
But, as she was about to leave her apartment, preparing to go to the Hotel Frisco so that she could look for Thursby or for the beautiful Bridget Shaunessey, there was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Samantha asked in a low voice that was prepared for danger.
"Please, let me in! It's important!" she cried out in a voice that rang like a bell.
Samantha looked out the door with the chain lock attached and then she opened the latch and let her guest in, quickly closing the door again.
"Did anyone see you come up here?" Samantha asked, nervously.
"I saw that man coming into your apartment as I was coming up the stairs. I figured that he was a policeman and so I hid down on the lower floor until I saw him leaving."
"You must tell me what's going on, Miss Shaunessey!" Samantha demanded.
Bridget hid her face in her hands and said, "I don't know anymore what's happening."
"How did Millie get killed?" Samantha asked.
"It was all so...sudden. It all happened so...fast. Thursby...."
"That Thursby woman killed Millie?"
Samantha snapped, quickly.
Bridget nodded her head and then Samantha continued, "And what about your sister?"
"I have no sister!" Bridget cried out and turned away.
But, Samantha grabbed the girl and pulled her around so that they were facing as the dark-haired girl snapped, "Don't you understand? A woman has been killed! I need to know everything! Why did you want Millie to follow Thursby?"
"Thursby was...my lover! She's insanely jealous and she wouldn't let me go. So, I wanted to have a tough woman who could be with me. I wanted a woman who would scare Thursby away and could protect me from Thursby. I knew that she carried a gun."
The black-haired girl was still holding onto the redhead as she said, 'Then why did you come in and give us that story about your sister? Why didn't you tell us this?"
"I was afraid! I was scared that my lesbianism could be used against me and I didn't know yet whether or not I could trust you or Miss Alquist!"
"Why the hell do you think we set up an agency that was run by lesbians for lesbians?"
"I'm so confused!" Bridget cried out, tears streaming down her beautifully freckled cheeks. "And now Millie is...she's dead. And
I feel...."
When the girl broke down in tears, Samantha pressed her close to her body. The black-haired girl mumbled, "It's a rough business. Millie knew that when she went into it."
Bridget's lips slid across Samantha's neck as she said, "Hold me tight."
Samantha could feel the heat that was going all along the front of her body. She was so close to the girl that she could feel every beat of the other girl's heart and she could feel every breath that the other girl took.
Bridget began to move backwards, very slowly. She slid herself down to the couch and as she lowered herself onto the couch, Samantha followed.
Soon, the two girls were in a comfortable position, with Samantha pressing down onto Bridget's body. The younger girl was reaching up and running her hand around the black-eyed beauties breasts. Then she looked up as if she were waiting to be kissed.
And the girl didn't have to wait very long for the kiss that she was seeking. The warm and passionate lips of the black-haired beauty came down and rested on hers for a moment.
Then she was being squeezed by the pressure of the other lips against hers. There was a hot and wet tongue that was pushing down against her lips.
Bridget's lips parted under the pressure of the tongue and then they permitted the tongue to enter the confines of her mouth. Samantha slid her tongue along the row of perfectly even white teeth and then she pushed forward.
The redheaded girl understood that new pressure and her teeth opened to admit the dark-haired beauty's tongue. As soon as the tongues met, there was an electric shock between the girls.
Their tongues were sliding around, one on top of the other, just as if they were caught up in a wrestling match. One tongue would push the other one down and then the other tongue would slide up along the slide and get on top of the first tongue, reversing positions.
In that snake-like and sensuous fashion, the two tongues joined together and enjoyed the soothing contact that they were having with each other.
Then Bridget pushed her tongue forward into the other girl's mouth. Their tongues were soon going back and forth from one mouth to the other. As they did that they both enjoyed the taste of each other. There were times when they could not tell which mouth was which.
Both of them tasted very sweet and feminine and delicious. It was a pleasure that they were sharing together that was something like loving their own mirror images.
Samantha very slowly began to pull on Bridget's clothes. She worked the buttons open, one at a time, and then she pulled the blouse away to reveal the beautifully rounded young breasts. All the time that she was doing that, she continued to kiss the girl.
Bridget seemed to ease her body back into the cushions of the couch as she permitted herself to be kissed. That was the best phrase for what happened. The redheaded girl permitted herself to be kissed. She left herself open for the kiss.
In a moment, Samantha's hands were working on Bridget's skirt and peeling the fabric from the beautifully rounded hips and the long, elegant legs.
Samantha shivered with anticipation as she ran her hands over the fabric of the other girl's panties. She reached into the clinging elastic waistband of the panties and she began to work them down from the rounded hips that were holding them in place.
Then she revealed the first glimpses of the wispy pussy hairs that fringed the cunt. As she continued to tug on the delicate fabric of the pink panties, she revealed the entire patch of blonde cunt hairs and then she actually revealed the pussy slit.
As her fingers were pulling at the panties, the backs of her fingers brushed lightly over the moist flesh of the cunt lips. Then she managed to work the panties down the girl's legs.
Finally, Bridget was naked and Samantha was rubbing her body on top of the body of the beautiful redheaded girl. Bridget was creaming from the feeling of the fabric that was sliding against her naked form and against her pussy lips.
Then, Samantha got up on her knees on the couch and began to quickly strip off her clothes. She pulled her blouse off and then she pulled off her skirt and her panties. There was no teasing with this strip. She just wanted to be naked with the redheaded girl as quickly as possible.
"C-can I stay the night?" Bridget asked, her eyes wide with the question.
"Sure, kid," Samantha said, pressing the girl to her body.
She helped Bridget to her feet and then the two of them started to go into the other room. When they got to the bed, Bridget climbed in quickly and pulled the blanket over her naked body.
"Why did you do that? Don't you know that I love to look at your naked body?"
"I'm a sensuous person," she explained with a purr in her voice. "I like to cuddle up in the blanket"
Samantha climbed under the blankets as well and she pressed her body against the luscious young body. The two women were intertwined with no space between them.
Then the black-haired beauty rolled on top of the other girl and pressed her body down against Bridget's body. She began to kiss Bridget all over the face. It wasn't only the redhead's lips that were her goal. She was kissing Bridget's eyes and her nose.
As this continued, Samantha's lips kept on moving lower and lower down on the other girl's body. Bridget arched her neck back as she felt the smooth and sweet tongue that was sliding down her long and elegant neck.
She then felt the tongue moving down to her collarbone and she could feel the moist mouth muscle outlining her collarbone as it slid across toward her cleavage.
Then the tongue moved down to Bridget's tits. It flicked lightly at the nipples and as it did so the bits of pink flesh got firmer and larger.
Under the gently erotic massage of the tongue, the tits kept on getting long and hard with little erections of their own. Once the nipples were completely erect, Samantha clasped her teeth around one of them and began to grind her teeth back and forth.
Her upper teeth were going to the right and her lower teeth were going to the left as she massaged the younger girl's firm pink nipple with her sharp teeth.
Then her teeth actually pressed down on the tit and began to pull hard against it. Bridget almost cried out as she felt her nipple being tugged by the hard and harsh teeth.
She turned her head to the side with the erotic stimulation that was rushing through her. Just as she was about to cry out to tell Samantha that she could not stand any more of the contact with her teeth, the teeth pulled away.
Bridget did not know what to expect next from the sexual dynamo who was giving her such wonderful oral stimulation. Samantha kept her lips an inch away from the girl's tit and she started to blow a breeze of cool air against the moistened flesh.
Since the nipple was already wet from the oral attentions that Samantha had been giving it, the air that was blowing around the nipple was very chilling.
Then the girl who was lying on her back and having her tit flesh teased so mercilessly, tried to arch her body up so that she could stuff her boob in the other girl's mouth. But, she could not. Samantha knew what to expect and she managed to keep her pursed lips always an inch away from the excited flesh.
By that time, the redheaded beauty was groaning in agony. She didn't know which was worse, the biting that she had endured earlier, or the gentle breeze of air that was tickling her and exciting the flesh into little goose bumps.
Just when Bridget was at the breaking point once again, Samantha pressed her lips down against Bridget's nipple and she sucked on it hard and long.
The nipple was between the woman's lips, but she was not using her teeth on the delicate flesh, this time. She was sliding her tongue around the pink tit as she sucked in her cheeks. The wonderful suction of her mouth was doing wild things to Bridget's body.
When Samantha finally started to slide her tongue down the middle of Bridget's belly, leaving her nipples behind as she moved toward her cunt, the redheaded girl realized that she had perspiration standing out on her brow.
She blinked as she said, "I've never been with anyone who could do...You're amazing!"
"I know that, sweetheart!" the black-haired girl said as she darted her tongue out of her mouth and slammed it into the girl's belly button.
She was turning it around and around in the belly button and it was forcing Bridget to squirm around in reaction to the contact. Then Samantha began to flick her tongue in and out of the little indentation in the other girl's belly.
After another moment of that, when she realized that Bridget was holding her breath in anticipation of the sexual delights that she desired, the dark-haired beauty moved her lips lower.
Samantha's lips came to the patch of reddish pussy hairs. She grasped some of the hairs in her lips, carefully covering her teeth with her lips, and pulled.
The hairs tugged up a little bit and the skin that was attached to the hair follicles was pulled up as well. Then the hairs slipped through her moist lips.
Bridget was wriggling on the bed and her legs were moving back and forth like a scissor that was snapping open and shut. Samantha could tell that the girl was wild with passion.
Then Samantha moved her lips down to the cunt lips and she slid her mouth over the moist and wrinkled opening. She could feel the moisture that was already there on the pussy lips, having drooled out of the opening in the girl's excited body.
Samantha thrust her tongue from her mouth and slid it up along one side of the pussy and then down along the other side of the pussy.
Her tongue moved to the tight and moist area of flesh that was behind the cunt slit and she was able to flick the moisture from there.
Finally, the girl pushed her tongue into Bridget's cunt slit. She flicked her tongue around and moved it from side to side in the hot cunt.
Spreading the pussy with her fingers, the girl was flicking her tongue around the rim of the cunt slit. She knew that the most sensitive bit of the young girl's pussy was the part that was just inside of her cunt lips.
Although deep thrusting could be wonderful when a man would be fucking the cunt, Bridget appreciated the attention that Samantha was paying to the delicate flesh at her pussy lips.
Then Samantha pushed her tongue a little further into the confines of the vagina and she could feel the bit of flesh that was sticking up. She knew that this was the clit and that it was the center of the girl's passions and desires.
Flicking the delicate clitoris back and forth with her tongue, Samantha knew that she was driving the younger girl wild with fire. She could feel the smooth flesh of Bridget's thighs as the younger girl pressed her legs against Samantha's cheeks and rubbed them back and forth.
It was as though Bridget wanted to be certain to keep Samantha's face between her legs, as though she wanted to be certain that she could keep Samantha's tongue in her pussy.
When Samantha realized the excitement that was building up in the young girl, she shoved her tongue forward and started to fuck the hot cunt with her tongue.
Her tongue was soon locked into the pussy as it slid back and forth along the patch that was warm and moist to the feel. Then her lips folded down around the cunt lips and her teeth were pulling against the pussy hairs.
Since the blanket was pulled up to Bridget's neck and the other girl was under the blanket, she simply looked like a moving mass of something at Bridget's crotch.
Samantha's long and elegant fingers pressed into Bridget's hips and she was holding the girl in place because she knew that Bridget was nearing the end of her passions.
Then the elegant black-haired beauty could feel the cunt flesh getting tighter and tighter around her tongue. As the walls of moist pussy flesh were filling up with cunt cream, they were becoming sponge-like and they were collapsing around the invading tongue.
Each time that she jabbed her tongue forward, it was becoming more and more difficult for her. The pussy slit was becoming so tight that it was on the verge of becoming non-existent.
But, she still managed to push her tongue forward and to excite the delicate flesh that was surrounding her hot and excited tongue.
As she slammed her tongue against the clit one last time, something inside of Samantha told her that it was the end for the luscious redhead.
After that she could feel the cunt flesh collapsing around her tongue and she knew that her tongue was being held captive by the undulating pussy.
Samantha felt a pressure on her tongue that was so powerful that she felt certain that her mouth muscle was going to be pulled out by the roots.
Then the pressure eased for a moment and Samantha was able to change the position of her tongue just the slightest bit before there was another explosion in the cunt that clasped tightly around her tongue and took it captive once more.
Following that there was a series of spasms in Bridget's pussy. The redheaded girl was' turning her head from side to side and enjoying the thrill that was rushing up from her pussy.
As the thrill rushed up from her pussy, the energy in her body was all rushing down toward her pussy. She could feel the oozing and the drooling of her cunt and she felt as if the very life force was drooling out of her and being lapped up by the anxious tongue.
Finally, she clasped her legs together. But, her legs could not go together. Samantha's face was between the girl's legs and it was keeping her from being able to bring her legs tightly together. But when the legs pressed against the sides of the black-haired girl's face, Samantha could feel the tension in the muscles inside of the thighs.
Reaching around the rounded thighs, Samantha realized that the flexed muscles in the girl's legs were as hard as rocks at that moment. Bridget was completely locked in her orgasm.
Then Samantha finally pulled her tongue out of the hole. She could feel some more of the juice that was dribbling out of the stretched out pussy slit.
Her quick tongue slid around the cunt lips and along the tops of the thighs to keep the pussy cream from getting away from her. Then she moved up Bridget's body and kissed her at various points. She planted a kiss on Bridget's belly and on her tits and on her neck.
But, when Samantha got up to Bridget's lips, the redheaded girl turned away from her.
The black-eyed beauty paused, but then she relaxed. She knew that there were many women who were into eating pussy and having their pussies eaten, but there were some of them who didn't like to kiss a woman who had just eaten their pussy. It was too much like tasting their own cunt cream.
But, then Samantha began to push at Bridget's shoulders. The redheaded girl groaned like a baby.
"What's the matter?" Samantha asked the girl, leaning across her body.
"I'm so tired," Bridget said, yawning and turning away from Samantha.
"So am I, but I'm horny," Samantha said as she pulled on the girl's shoulder.
"No-o-o-o-o!" Bridget whined like a little child who had been disturbed.
Samantha just remained up on her elbow, looking down into the face of the redheaded girl. She was filled with mixed emotions. She had just had a wonderful time eating out the pussy of the redheaded beauty, but now she wanted to have her own pussy eaten.
On the one hand, Samantha reasoned that Bridget had been through a shattering and upsetting day, and yet, Samantha also reasoned that she had been through an upsetting day and deserved a cunt lapping and some consideration just as much as Bridget did.
Then, there was something quite disturbing about Bridget's attitude that told Samantha that the redheaded girl never really wanted to engage in sex in the first place. Actually, it wasn't exactly that. Samantha felt that Bridget did want to have her cunt eaten, but that Bridget simply wanted to lie on her back and have the other girl lick her pussy.
The black-haired beauty did not go in for that sort of sex. She wanted everything to be fair and even-handed and she wanted to get her pleasure as well.
Looking down at Bridget's face, Samantha could tell that the girl was not really asleep, but that she was just faking it. She could feel the fury rise inside of her at the girl who had left her so terribly unsatisfied after the wonderful job of oral sex she had just done.
But, then, as she continued to look into the girl's freckled face and her wonderful good looks, Samantha knew that she really did not want to disturb Bridget like that.
She was getting a great deal of pleasure from simply looking into Bridget's face and so Samantha put her arm around Bridget's shoulder and stared down at her.
With her free hand, Samantha reached down for her pussy lips and she began to frig herself. Her cunt was already juicing up from the action that she had been involved with just a few minutes earlier. Now it was a simple matter for her to insert her index finger.
Finding her clit, Samantha began to rub back and forth with her finger as she looked down into the face of the beautiful redheaded girl who was lying beside her.
As her finger moved quickly back and forth and built up the tension that she wanted to feel inside of her longing body, Samantha looked in the lovely face and thought, 'Sometime soon, you're gonna give me the pleasure that I want, whether you like it or not!'
Then Samantha's finger stopped moving. She could feel the pussy flesh tightening up in preparation for the first spasm. She licked her lips to taste Bridget's pussy juice one more time and she sighed softly as she felt her orgasm beginning.
CHAPTER THREE
Samantha opened her eyes. She was in her own bed. It was early in the morning. But she felt that something was wrong and she looked around to try to figure out what it was.
She turned to the window and then she turned to the door. There was nothing that she could really identify as being " wrong. Everything was the way that it always was.
But, then Samantha sat up on the bed. The previous night she had gone to sleep with a beautiful redhead in her arms and now she was alone on the bed.
She listened for a moment. Was it possible that Bridget had gotten up to go to the bathroom? Or to take a shower? Or to cook breakfast?
No! There was no sound in the apartment. There wasn't even any point in Samantha calling the girl's name. She was gone just when Samantha. was looking forward to getting her cunt licked out.
Getting up from the bed, Samantha went over to the mirror and brushed back her wild black hair. Looking at her image in the mirror, she said, "You call yourself a detective and you sleep while someone in the same bed with you gets up and leaves?"
She shook her head and turned away toward the bathroom. But then she stopped and looked back at the mirror as she said, "Unless...Yes! That must be it!"
And, in a flash it hit her. Bridget was a professional. She was involved in some sort of undercover operation. Samantha had no way of guessing what it was, but she knew that Bridget's other stories had all been lies!
Samantha had faith in her professional skills and she knew that only someone who purposely planned to leave and had their own skills could slip out of the bed without getting her attention.
"Shit!" the girl said as she sat down on her bed and felt a little dazed. She had to speak to herself to try to work out the problems that were spinning in her head.
"I don't even know where to find Bridget Shaunessey, if that is her real name. I protected her from the cops when they asked who had hired Millie to watch Thursby. And now she's walked out on me and all I know is that things are more complicated than I dreamed they would be."
Just then the phone rang and Samantha picked it up.
"This is Lieutenant Branigan. I'm calling to ask about that woman named Thursby who was staying in the Frisco Hotel. Do you know anything about her?"
"Nothing," Samantha said as she leaned back on her bed.
"I know two facts about her now and I'd like to find out some more."
"Tell me the two facts that you know, Branigan, and I'll see what I can do beyond that."
"She's the registered owner of the gun that shot Millie Alquist. And she is dead."
"Dead?" Samantha cried out, sitting up on her bed when she heard that.
"She was shot last night. Apparently she was shot close to the time that Millie was shot. I really can't tell which of them was killed first. But, if Thursby was killed first, you'd better watch your step."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Branigan?"
"It just means that if Thursby was killed after Alquist, then it will be easier to pin that rap on Thursby. She's dead anyway. She won't care. But, if Thursby was killed before Alquist, that makes you a prime suspect in the murder."
"Or else there's someone who's going around and killing...." But the lieutenant hung up the phone before Samantha could even finish the sentence.
"Shit!" the girl said as she slammed the phone down and then went to get washed and dressed and ready for the day. She wasn't sure what she was going to do that day, but she knew where she had to begin. She had to solve the murder of her partner.
And, Samantha figured that the first stop in solving any of the mysteries that were going around would have to be to find Bridget Shaunessey, the redheaded beauty who had a habit of disappearing and then turning up at the strangest times.
When Samantha was dressed, she left her apartment and rushed down to the front entrance of her building. She crossed the street and there was a girl there who was trying to light her cigarette with a faulty lighter. She called to Samantha, "Do you have a light, please?"
For a moment, Samantha looked up at the large girl who had sandy hair that was pulled back from her face and was wearing a pantsuit in a dark gray.
"Sure," Samantha said as she reached into her bag for a book of matches.
"Let's turn away from the wind," the large blonde girl said as she touched Samantha's arm lightly.
The black-haired beauty still didn't think anything of it as the girl did that. She didn't notice the large black sedan that was parked right next to her.
But, then the girl with the gray suit hit Samantha over the head with her bag and Samantha collapsed.
Although Samantha was usually very aware of danger around her and was very careful in most situations, there was no way that she could have guessed that the girl in the gray suit had a brick inside of the bag. As Samantha's body slumped to the ground, she never actually reached the ground. The door of the black car opened and Samantha was pulled inside.
When Samantha began to open her eyes it was because there were smelling salts being held under her nose. There was a flutter in her heart before anything else and then her eyelids began to flutter at the same tempo as she looked up.
But, when she tried to move her body, she found that her bound hands and feet could not go anywhere or do anything. She was lying on a comfortable couch and it was only after another moment that she realized she was completely naked.
How strange it was for her to realize that the skin's sense of touch was not sufficiently developed to distinguish the presence of clothes. The only reason that she determined that she was naked was because the plush velvet of the couch was pressing against her ass cheeks. She realized that the feeling of plush velvet was certainly not the feeling of her panties.
As she lifted her head up she looked around the room and she could tell that she was in a luxurious suite. But, there was no one that she could see.
Then, from behind her, she heard a voice saying, "She's awake, boss."
Samantha arched her neck back in an effort to see who was behind her. But, before she even got a look at the face, she knew who it was. She had only heard the voice once before, but she knew that it was the woman in the gray suit.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Samantha snapped-still a little groggy.
The tall woman was holding a gun and pointing it toward Samantha when someone came through the velvet curtains that hid the next room. She was a large woman of slightly fading elegance. Built like an opera singer with breasts that could only be described as expansive, there was a wry smile that was playing on the woman's lips.
"That gun is a bit silly, Wilma," the large woman said to the blonde.
Wilma, in her gray suit, put the gun back in the holster that was inside of her jacket. Then the large woman came closer to the couch and said, "I am Katrin Gutman."
"I'm not gonna say 'Good day!' until I get untied!" Samantha snapped.
"All in good time, my dear," the large woman said with a laugh deep in her enormous chest. "All in good time."
"You must know who I am," Samantha said as she struggled with the bonds. "Unless you go around bopping strangers on the head and stripping them naked."
"Most amusing," Katrin said as she sat in the plush armchair that was opposite Samantha.
There was something strange about the woman's accent. She spoke English without any noticeable accent or slurring of the words, which suggested to Samantha that the woman was taught the language and had learned it well.
"What do you want with me?" Samantha asked, feeling a twitching in her pussy because she was so sexually vulnerable to these two large women who were her captors.
"All we want is some information about Bridget Shaunessey. We want to know her whereabouts!" Katrin said in a calm voice as if she were asking about the weather.
"Why do you want to know about Bridget Shaunessey?" Samantha said with a snarl.
"That is for me to know and for you to...heh, heh, wonder about!"
"You've got quite a sense of humor, fat lady!" Samantha snapped.
With one move that was surprising for a woman her size, Katrin got up from her chair, came close to the bound form on the couch and slapped the girl across the face as she said, "I am big-boned! There are many men who like big-boned women!"
There was a sly smile that played across Wilma's lips and Samantha could tell that it was not men that Katrin was interested in.
Then Katrin played with her short-clipped hair and sat down again as she said, "And, yes, I do have a sense of humor. I can afford to. I'm not the one who is tied up!"
"Maybe I don't know anything about Bridget Shaunessey," Samantha said.
"Oh, come now!" Katrin said. "We know that she went into your apartment last night. If it hadn't been for the fact that Wilma fell asleep on duty, we would have caught her leaving."
Samantha looked over to the tall blonde who said, "I'm sorry, boss."
"Not now, Wilma!" Katrin said with a wave of her hand. Then, turning to Samantha, she hissed, "Now, are you going to tell us where Bridget is, or will we have to get rough?"
"Maybe I don't happen to know where she is!" Samantha said.
There was a quick move of Katrin's head and then Wilma went over to Samantha. Katrin snapped her fingers and Wilma handed the other woman her gun.
"You will not try anything foolish, my dear," Katrin said, still sitting in her chair and pulling on her fingers. "I am a very good shot, and will certainly be able to kill you, no matter how close you and Wilma are at any given moment."
With a coy smile playing on her lips, Samantha said, "But if you kill me, you won't be able to get any information on the whereabouts of Bridget Shaunessey."
"Very astute of you, my dear," Katrin said. "But, now you've told us that you do know where Miss Shaunessey is and that sets a different light on everything."
Wilma produced a long dildo that had metal spikes beginning about five inches down the length of it. The first row of metal spikes were hardly more than studs, but the next row was an inch further down on the dildo and they were protruding a half inch. There were three more rows of spikes and each one was longer than the last.
The final row of spikes, ten inches down on the dildo, right next to the base of it, had spikes that were a full inch and a half in length and pointy, sharp metal.
It was clear to Samantha that if the entire ten inches of the dildo went into her pussy and that final row of spikes pressed into the delicate flesh that fringed her cunt lips, she would be killed by the vicious ripping of the hard metal against her.
But, with the professional training that she had, Samantha did not let any of the fear show in her eyes. She just remained lying there as Wilma pressed the hard surface against her cunt lips.
Samantha took a deep breath as Katrin said, "Why don't you save us the trouble, my dear?"
When she saw that the black-haired beauty was not responding, Katrin nodded to Wilma. The girl with the blonde hair pulled back from her face, smiled and chuckled a little with pleasure.
There was no way that Samantha could escape. Although Wilma had spread her legs so that she could get the dildo into her spread slit. Samantha's hands were still tied up. And, Wilma was leaning down on the woman's legs, to keep her from getting free.
As the slick and dry metal pressed into her cunt and spread her pussy lips further apart. Samantha felt the agony that was coursing through her body.
"I advise you to speak up before the first row of spikes gets to your cunt lips!" Katrin warned.
Samantha said, "Look, I slept right through. Last night she gave me no indication that she was going to leave. I don't know why she left this morning."
"Keep pushing the dildo into her body, Wilma!" Katrin commanded.
Wilma looked up at her boss with wide eyes as she asked, "Can I...."
"Go right ahead!" Katrin said with a deep and throaty laugh, not needing to hear the rest of the request.
As Samantha remained on her back, watching the blonde girl stripping off her clothes, the large woman in the chair chuckled, "I must permit Wilma her little pleasures!"
Wilma peeled her panties down and revealed a downy tuft of pussy hairs that were fringing her cunt lips. She had a statuesque body that was large, but perfectly feminine and proportioned.
Then the blonde girl quickly mounted the black-eyed beauty's body and grasped the dildo once again. She began to turn the dildo and Samantha could feel the cold touch of the metal studs that were pressing against the hot and moist flesh of her pussy lips.
She shuddered in reaction to the contact. Then the cold spikes began to press further and further into her body. Samantha shut her eyes and kept in mind that they were only metal studs. She knew that they could not do any real harm to her body. But the real harm was close at hand.
"Look!" she cried out. "I'm telling you the truth! She came to spend the night with me last night, but when she left I was sound asleep!"
"One more row!" Katrin said, standing up from her chair. "I want her to feel the spikes!"
Wilma kept on working the hard dildo into the delicate slit and she was pressing forward the base of the thing. She pushed the next row of spikes into the girl's slit.
Samantha gasped as she felt the sharply pointed projectiles sticking into her flesh and then scraping along the delicately moist flesh as they worked their way in.
Katrin was standing directly over the girl as she snapped, "Now, what were you saying?"
"I'm telling you the truth!" Samantha cried out. "I don't know where Bridget went!"
In a calm voice, as if she were ordering a cheeseburger, Katrin said, "One more row, Wilma!"
The next row of spikes was getting very close to the deadly ones. They were sticking up a little farther from the thick dildo and they were very sharply pointed and sticking into Samantha's flesh as they pushed deeper into her slit.
Samantha could feel the terrible-points jabbing into her flesh and as they pushed further into her body, they were pulling on her cunt lips.
"Now, what do you say, my dear?" Katrin asked in the same calm tone.
Gritting her teeth together and looking up clearly into the eyes of the large woman, Samantha grunted, "I told you before that I didn't even know where she had gone and that I had no idea of where she had gone!"
There was a long pause. Samantha felt a warmth down inside of her pussy and she felt certain that the evil woman had already drawn blood from her cunt flesh. But, she also knew that the next jab of the spiked dildo would draw more than a little blood.
After that long pause, Katrin said, "I believe you! I don't believe that anyone would be fool enough to play with me at this point, my dear."
"Good!" Samantha said. "Now, will you get this turd off my body!"
"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a turd?" Wilma said in a nasty tone.
"Now, now!" Katrin said as she sat down in her large chair again. "Wilma, as I said, needs to be given her pleasures as well!"
Wilma laughed and Samantha called out, "Wh-what? What are you talking about?"
But, before she could say anything else, the bound girl realized that the large blonde girl was sitting on her face and pressing her pussy lips down against her mouth.
"Give me that tongue, you bitch!" Wilma called out.
Samantha obstinately held her mouth shut, despite the fact that the large blonde girl was cutting off her air with the pressure of her pussy and her ass.
"I want that tongue, damn you!" Wilma said as she reached around and pinched Samantha's boobs.
Then the black-haired girl, whose vision was obscured by the girl who was sitting on her face, heard the large woman getting up from her chair and coming toward them. Samantha could not see anything, but she could feel a little movement against the dildo that was still stuffed up into her pussy to the third row of metal spikes.
"Wouldn't it be easier for you, my dear," Katrin said in her slow and elegant way. "To simply stuff your tongue up into the pussy instead of having the rest of this spiked dildo shoved inside of you to rip you up."
There was a pause. Samantha could feel the pressure on the dildo and she could feel a little movement as it was jiggled from side to side. She felt certain that the woman really wasn't going to force the rest of the dildo the rest of the way into her slit, but at the same time she wasn't in the mood to take that chance.
Samantha had already eaten enough pussies in her time. This one additional one would not matter that much.
Her lips parted slowly and slipped against the cunt flesh. Then the moist flesh that was on the inside of her lips came in contact with the wrinkled flesh of the cunt lips.
She thrust her tongue up and she could immediately feel the moisture that was on the pussy lips.
Then, before Samantha even realized what was happening, the girl who was on top of her spread her legs even wider and managed to spread her cunt lips apart.
It was as though Samantha's tongue was caught up in the spread pussy. Then the cunt Ups that had latched onto the mouth muscle pulled at the tender morsel.
Samantha felt her tongue being tugged up into the pussy and she could feel the pressure of the moisture that was surrounding her unwilling mouth muscle.
The moist flesh was pulling and pushing at the tongue and even though Samantha was really not doing a thing, she was giving the woman a tongue lapping because of the movement that was being exerted by the walls of the pussy slit.
Wilma was so anxious for the contact that her cunt was already juicing up and drooling down onto the tongue as she pressed her legs together and rubbed them on both sides of the dark-haired beauty's face. She dug her nails into the girl's cheeks.
Then Samantha felt something even stronger pulling at her tongue and she knew that the large blonde was having her first spasm. The delicate and sensitive flesh that was all around Wilma's pussy slit was clasping onto the invading tongue and pulling it up so that Samantha thought her tongue was going to be pulled out of her mouth.
There was a flow of thick pussy juice that was drooling down Samantha's tongue.
And then Wilma finally pulled her body up from Samantha's face and sighed softly. Samantha was still tied up as Wilma pulled her clothes on. She wished that her hands were free because she could feel the pussy juice that was sliding down her cheek and chin.
Once Wilma was completely dressed, Katrin, who was sitting in her chair once more, said, "Well, Samantha, perhaps you can be helpful to us."
"Helpful? How about untying me first and then talking about it?"
Katrin laughed and said, "Wilma, you might remove the spiked dildo from her pussy."
Wilma reached down and tugged the hard, spiked thing out of Samantha's pussy in a very indelicate way. Then she reached for Samantha's hands and untied them.
Samantha quickly got up to a sitting position. Once she had rubbed her wrists for a moment, she reached down and pressed her fingers against her pussy lips. She found that the warm feeling was only from the pressure and that there really wasn't any blood there.
Then she looked up at Katrin and said, "Do you want to give me my clothes?"
"I'm getting great pleasure out of looking at you like that, my dear," Katrin said with her deep-throated laugh. "But, I suppose that I must." Then she snapped her fingers.
Wilma brought the clothes in from the other room and as Samantha was dressing, the large blonde woman stood nearby with her gun in her hand.
"Now, perhaps we could talk about the ways in which you can be helpful to me."
"Helpful? I'm not crazy about being helpful to people who hold guns on me!" Samantha snapped.
"A good point, my dear," Katrin said as she snapped her fingers toward Wilma.
It was hardly much better. Wilma stuffed her gun into her holster, but she kept her hand inside of her jacket so that she could keep her fingers on the revolver.
"What's the deal now? What do you want with me and what do you want with Bridget?"
"I see that you're on a first name basis with Miss Shaunessey!" Katrin said, coyly.
"Cut the bull!" Samantha said, snapping her fingers.
"I am the one who shall ask the questions here. How much do you know about Miss Shaunessey and her mission?" Katrin said, her eyes narrowing to little slits.
"I know a lot of different things that I've heard, but I don't know which things are the truth and which are lies!" Samantha said in a low and even voice.
Katrin began to laugh in a loud and raucous way as she said, "Very good! That is an advisable thing when one is dealing with Miss Shaunessey."
Samantha had felt from the beginning that beautiful Bridget was a liar. Now she had used that one bit of information to make her appear more intelligent than she really was.
"What has she told you about the dildo?" Katrin asked in a low hiss.
The black-haired detective did not want to appear to be stupid and she didn't want to seem like a dupe. She really didn't know a thing that was going on and yet she didn't want Katrin to know how little she knew. She wanted to get information from Katrin.
And so, Samantha chose her words carefully as she said, "She didn't tell me that it was a dildo."
"A dildo? It is hardly just a common, ordinary, household dildo!" Katrin snapped. "You mean to say that she hasn't told you that the center of this whole mission is the fabled dildo that we have all been trying to get."
Now, Samantha had infinitely more information than she had before. But, she was still fishing for additional information and so she said, "I knew that it was something valuable, but she never gave me the details of what it was."
"Details!" Katrin said. "Have you ever heard of the fabled Greek Isle of Lesbos?"
"Sure! The Isle of Lesbos is where they get the name Lesbian from. That was supposed to be where the whole thing began. Lesbians were the women who came from Lesbos and so today the name means any women who like to do it with other women."
"What a culture they had on that island!" Katrin said, dreamily. "They had their own kingdom for a short time. It was populated by the most wondrous women from all of Greece. But, since the women alone could not reproduce their species, the kingdom was kept alive by runaway women who came from the rest of Greece to live on the island."
"It sounds like a real dreamland, but what does that have to do with this?" Samantha asked.
"There was great wealth on Lesbos in those days. Until...Well, who knows what might have happened? Who knows how great the wealth and the kingdom...I mean, the queendom, might have grown, had it not been for a plague!
"Once the population was almost wiped out, the men came from the mainland and destroyed the rest of them. But, of all of the loot that they took from the island, the most wonderful was the Lesbian Dildo, a jewel-encrusted wonder!"
"The Lesbian Dildo?" Samantha asked. "That's the actual...."
"It was the special dildo which the queen of the island used as her sceptre. Imagine this! It was fourteen inches long and about six inches around. It was made of precious metals and there were valuable stones inlaid all along the length of it."
"What happened to the dildo?" Samantha asked, sitting forward on the couch.
"It was taken from Greece by the invaders from Rome. Then it was lost. But, for many generations it was underground in the ruins of Pompeii. When it was found again it was placed in the Vatican Museum. But it was stolen from that museum.
"Then it traveled around from hand to hand until it came into the possession of a dutch collector who covered it with a coat of black enamel to keep it safe. But, with the advent of the Second World War the dildo disappeared again.
"But, a Turkish collector was able to see through the coat of enamel when he happened upon it in an antique shop in Antwerp. He took it and had it in Constantinople where I had finally traced it. But, then when I got to him in Constantinople...."
"Then, what? What happened in Constantinople?" Samantha asked, anxiously.
"He was killed and his house was ransacked. Of course the Lesbian Dildo was gone!" Katrin said in a depressed voice. "But, then I heard that it had fallen into the hands of a Russian colonel who was living in Hong Kong. I immediately went to Hong Kong.
"The colonel had no idea of the worth of the wonderful thing, but he was stubborn and he refused to sell it. Finally I sent two of my agents to help convince Colonel Krazinsky to hand over the dildo. Those two agents were Miss Shaunessey and Miss Thursby."
"And, what happened?" Samantha asked. "Did they succeed in getting it?"
Katrin nodded her head slowly and realized that with that question, Samantha really didn't know as much as she would have liked to have known.
"My goal now is to get the dildo from Miss Shaunessey," Katrin said.
"And what will my cut be for helping you?"
Samantha asked as she leaned back.
"Let us say twenty-five thousand...." When Katrin let her voice trail off, she cleared her throat and said, "Or perhaps ten percent of whatever I get for it."
"And what might that figure be?" Samantha asked.
Leaning forward, Katrin said, "I will tell you a minimum figure and you must believe me, my dear, when I say that it is a true estimate of the worth of the object." There was a long pause and then Katrin said, "One-million dollars."
Samantha whistled between her teeth and said, "Then ten percent of that would be a hundred thousand dollars. But, you said that was the minimum. What's the maximum?"
"I don't even dare to guess, my dear. There is no limit to the value of that wonderful dildo."
There was a long moment while Samantha was thinking and then Katrin poured her a drink, Samantha began to sip at the drink as she said, "But, in fact, you don't own the dildo. The dildo is owned by that Russian colonel in Hong Kong."
"A mere technicality!" Katrin said as she waved her hands. "You might just as well say that the dildo was owned by the Vatican Museum or by the Dutch collector or by the
Greek invaders. The only true owners of the dildo were the daughters of the Isle of Lesbos and, as you well know, we are the true daughters of the Lesbian women!"
As Samantha stood up, she felt a little dizzy. She turned toward Katrin and was about to accuse her of drugging her drink, but before she could even say that she fell to the floor.
Once the black-haired beauty had passed out on the floor, the tall blonde woman who was holding onto her gun sighed, "Can I have her again, boss? Can I make her eat my pussy again?"
"You've already had your pleasure for the day, Wilma!" Katrin said. "Just leave her lying where she is. You and I have work to do!"
CHAPTER FOUR
While Samantha was in the dream-like state that was induced by the sleeping drug in her drink, she was remembering another time. She was dreaming and yet it was all very real to her as it occurred before her eyes.
She was remembering a time when she had been fifteen and when she had just become aware of the lesbian passions that were seething up inside of her.
Samantha realized that when she would go to her gym class, she was always staring at the other girls who were getting undressed. After a little while, she became very self-conscious. She would keep her eyes down and make a point of not looking at anyone else in the locker room.
But, on days when she had her gym class, she would rush home and lock herself in her bedroom. She would toss herself down onto her bed and press her fingers up against her pussy slit. Frigging herself like that, she would think about the girls she had just seen.
The girl would work her fingers up and down against her cunt lips and she could keep imagining all of the things that she never dared to do when she was actually with the girls.
Then, one day, Samantha was over at her friend, Betty's house. Betty had long, honey-colored hair and, un-like Samantha who was already filling out and developing wonderful breasts and hips, Betty was long and angular. She was the tallest girl in the class.
There had been a time when Betty was self-conscious about her height and her figure, but now that she was already fifteen, she was starting to get comfortable with herself.
Eventually she would grow up to be a top fashion model, capitalizing on the gaunt look and the long, slender limbs that were so very fashionable.
Now, sitting on the floor of the den, she and Samantha were talking and playing a game where they moved their pieces around the board and had to lose a piece each time that an opponent's piece landed on theirs.
"This is a boring game," Betty said as she got down on her stomach and dangled her thin legs up in the air. She was leaning her face down on her hands.
"Well, if this is boring you," Samantha asked, "what do you want to play?"
"I don't know. I'm so tired of all of these baby games that I have!" Betty said.
"In that case, what else is there?" Samantha asked, squirming on the floor since she was losing.
"I overheard my brother talking and. . Betty began to giggle. "Well, if there were guys here we could play what my brother was talking about playing."
"What?" Samantha said, displaying a keen interest in what the girl was saying.
"I heard him saying that he had played strip poker with another guy and two girls."
"Strip poker?" Samantha asked. "How do they play that?"
"Are you some kind of dummy?" Betty snapped. "Can't you figure out how to play it? You play poker, except that you play for clothes."
Samantha pressed her legs together as she imagined what a game of that would be like. But, it wasn't the image of the boys with their clothes off that excited her, it was the thought of having the girls taking their clothes off that was thrilling the girl.
"Your brother wouldn't do a thing like that!" Samantha said, trying to block out the image of Betty's brother to replace it with an image of Betty herself.
"Why wouldn't he?" Betty said. "He's seventeen! He does a lot of things."
"But...taking his clothes off in front of girls? Doesn't he get embarrassed?"
"How would I know, silly," Betty said, swinging her legs back and forth like a scissor. "I've never played strip poker with my brother. I just heard him say that he played it."
"If we had boys here would you play it?" Samantha asked, hesitantly. She knew that she wasn't at all interested in playing that sort of game with boys, but that she would love to play the game with Betty.
It was true that she had been in the same gym class with Betty the previous semester and so she had seen the girl undressed to her panties. But she had never seen this friend completely naked and she had often frigged herself imagining what Betty would look like naked.
At the same time, she imagined that the sexual anticipation during a game of strip poker was probably a wonderfully exciting thing. The entire notion of taking your clothes off because you had lost at something was exciting to the girl.
"It would all depend on what boys were here," Betty said, moving to her side.
"Yeah!" Samantha nodded in agreement. "I mean, who would want to play strip poker with Kevin?" Actually the black-haired girl couldn't care less about the different boys, but she had learned to memorize which boys were attractive and which were unattractive according to the standards of her classmates.
In order to protect herself from accusations and from girls thinking that she was a dyke, Samantha always went around pining and mooning for certain boys and insulting others. It was really simple for her to do. She was aware of things around her and when she decided to fit in with the rest of the population at school, she did a good job of it.
"Oh, not Kevin!" Betty said, rolling onto her back and covering her face with disgust. Then she changed her expression as she said, "But, I sure would like to play with Steve!"
Samantha conjured up a mental image of
Steve. He had deep olive skin, but contrasting blond hair that made him look very handsome and special.
As soon as Samantha had the image of Steve in her head, she felt jealousy burning through her body. She wanted Betty to be interested in her and she didn't want the girl to be interested in Steve. But, at that point in her life, Samantha had never heard the word lesbian and she didn't know that such a thing existed.
The girl had read a great deal and she assumed that she was going through a phase that would pass. She also assumed that she was the only girl in the world who felt the way that she did. If only she had been aware that Betty was wrestling with the same confusions at that same moment and was just as frightened as she was!
Since Samantha knew that she could not speak her true thoughts or display her true feelings, she squirmed on the floor and said, "And I'd like to play with Mitch!"
"Yeah," Betty agreed. "Mitch is so good looking and his clothes are always so tight."
"I'm getting excited just thinking about those guys!" Samantha said, knowing that she was telling a bald lie and that she was getting excited looking at Betty.
Then Betty's eyes widened as she said, "Let's pretend that Mitch and Steve are here and let's play it!" She went and got a deck of cards from the closet.
"You mean...." Samantha began. Then her voice dropped as she said, "Strip poker?"
"Sure! We both have vivid imaginations!" Betty said. "Let's play four-handed." Then she dealt out four hands of five card stud. One hand went to Samantha and one hand went to her, but the other two hands went to two invisible spots.
"Which one is Steve and which one is Mitch?" Samantha asked, catching on to the notion of the game.
"You play Steve's hand and I'll play Mitch's hand!" Betty said.
That would be a very appropriate way for them to play. Steve was the boy Betty claimed to be interested in and Mitch was the boy that Samantha claimed to be interested in.
As Samantha played her first hand, she put down two of her own cards and three of the cards from Steve's imaginary hand. Then she picked up cards and when the round was over, the girls discovered that Mitch, with his imaginary hand, had won the game.
"Well, we each lose one article of clothing!" Betty said in a loud voice.
Samantha turned to where Steve's hand had been and she said, "Then, Steve would have to take off one shoe."
"No!" Betty called out, as if she were the official scorekeeper. "Both shoes count as one piece!"
"Okay!" Samantha agreed. Then, looking at the thin air, she said, "He's barefoot now."
When she turned back to Betty, she saw that the girl with the honey hair was taking off her shoes and she said, "What are you doing now, Betty?"
"We lost also," she said. "We can't make the boys undress and not undress also."
"You're right!" Samantha said as she reached down for her shoes.
There was an erotic thrill that ran through Samantha's body as she realized that she was getting to play out the thrilling game anyway. She was going to play this game of strip poker with Betty until at least one of them was naked.
At the moment, Samantha couldn't decide who she would rather have naked, herself or Betty. Much as she wanted to see Betty naked, she also wanted to have a chance to expose herself in front of the girl and have her pussy lips looked at.
For the next round of cards, the imaginary presence of Steve won the hand and both of the girls removed their socks. Samantha won the next hand and while the girls remarked that the boys would have to take off their socks, it was Betty who took off her blouse.
Samantha purposely lost the next hand and Betty won. Then they both turned to the empty spaces where their imaginary male companions were supposedly present and imagined that they were watching the boys taking off their shirts.
When Betty turned back toward her, Samantha made a little show of taking off her blouse so that her nice new bra was revealed to her friend. She was glad that she was wearing a pretty pink one that was new because of her quickly growing breasts.
"We have to establish now whether the boys we're playing with are wearing undershirts," Betty asked.
"No!" Samantha said. "Why should we give them undershirts."
Betty laughed and said, "It's only fair. After all, we have bras on!"
"Okay!" Samantha said, shrugging her shoulders.
Then they played the next round of cards that was fantasy as far as the boys' presence in the room, but very real in the fact that the two young girls were undressing together.
When Samantha won, she said, "What do the boys take off next?"
"They'll take off their undershirts!" Betty said, getting up on her knees so that she could unzip her slacks and peel them from her slender hips.
The girl was so elegantly slender that her hip bones protruded in her pants and left marks where the denim was rubbed out. As she pulled her pants down, Samantha's eyes were glued to the pink satin panties that the girl was wearing.
Despite Betty's slim hips, the panties were clinging to her form tight enough.
The next hand was played in silence. They both knew that if Betty lost she would have to take off her bra and that would be the first bit of real exposing of the day. There was no longer merriment. It was an intent thing for both of the girls.
Betty had a high hand, but the imaginary hand that Steve had was higher. "Well," Betty said, with a hint of a smile. "First Mitch has to drop his pants."
They both looked over to that space in thin air where they imagined that the dark-haired boy was participating. Then, after a moment, Betty turned and said, "Look at that! You can see his dick sticking up in the fabric of his underpants."
"Ooh! You're such a nasty girl!" Samantha said, giving her friend a playful slap on the face.
Betty pulled away, still laughing and reached around to take her bra off. Samantha was feeling so nervous at that moment that she began to slap at her thigh and make sounds that were similar to strip music as her friend removed her bra.
It was only as an afterthought that Samantha pulled her skirt off. She remembered that she had also lost the round and that she was supposed to do that.
They were both concentrating very hard on the next hand. They both knew that if Betty lost again she would be naked. At the age of fourteen, the simple sound of the word 'naked' was enough to get the girls creaming in their panties.
Actually, the reason why Samantha was fidgeting and squirming on the floor was that her panties were soaking wet. She was hoping that she would lose her panties so that she could take them off and give them a chance to dry out.
When the round was over, Betty had won. She cried out in victory and said, "First, Steve has to take down his pants and then Mitch has to take off his underpants."
Both of the girls laughed about their imaginary male participants. When they both looked toward the spot that Steve was supposed to be occupying, Samantha asked, "I can't see to well, what sort of underpants does he have on?"
"All the boys wear the white kind," Betty said. "Haven't you ever noticed? Sometimes the top of the underpants shows around their waist."
"Oh, sure," Samantha said with a guilty expression on her face. She didn't want Betty to think that she didn't look at boys and pay attention to what they were wearing and to their underwear, when it showed. The fact of the matter was, she really never looked at boys. But, she didn't want the other girl to know that.
Then Betty said, "And now, Mitch is taking down his underpants and he's gonna be naked!"
Samantha did not look at the empty space that Mitch was supposed to be occupying. She looked right at Betty and tried to get her gaze away from the girl's beautiful, though small, breasts, that were fully exposed and pointing toward her.
"Betty," Samantha began softly. "I don't want to sound like a wimp, but, do you know what a...a boy's thing looks like? I've never seen one and...."
"Well, I never saw one either. But, I've seen them in magazines," Betty said. "I mean, for now that's enough for me. I would like to see one, of course. Don't get me wrong."
"Oh, sure!" Samantha assured the other girl, feeling that it was necessary to give this guarantee to her feelings. "I'd like to see one also."
"But, in order to see a boy's thing, you have to let them see yours," Betty reasoned. "And I'm not giving any free performances for any of these bozos in school."
"No! Me neither!" Samantha said, feeling a little more relaxed.
Then, laughing again, Betty said, "Come on! You lost also!"
Samantha reached around behind her back and turned her side to her friend. She included a bit of a tease in the act as she peeled her bra from her body.
They were sitting opposite each other and they were both wearing their panties as Samantha said, "Now I'm really getting excited...thinking about the boys having their clothes off."
"Yeah! Me too!" Betty agreed as she trembled a little and dealt the cards.
Once again they were both lying. Neither of them felt excitement thinking about the boys with their clothes off. They were both excited because they were together with their clothes off.
The hand was fast and in silence. When it was over, Mitch had won. The two girls felt a strange relief and they quickly went through the ritual of pretending to watch the handsome blond boy, Steve, taking his underpants off.
They turned to each other and each of them reached for the waistband of her panties.
"Are you really gonna take your panties off, Betty?" Samantha asked.
"I'm gonna take mine off! I'm no chicken, Samantha!" the honey-haired girl replied.
Samantha got her fingers into the clinging waistband and she could feel a blast of the heat that was in her pussy. She kept looking at her friend as she asked, "When are we...."
She didn't have to finish that sentence. Betty understood the question and she quickly said, "I'll count to three and when I get to three we'll take our panties right down."
They were both on their knees facing each other as Betty said, "One! Two!...Three!"
Automatically, Samantha's hands followed the movements that Samantha's eyes were watching. She peeled her panties down from her hips and down her legs.
The two girls were naked together and each of them had a chance to stare, unashamedly, at the pussy of the other girl. They were both breathing in a shallow way.
"Wow!" Betty said. "You've sure got quite a patch of pussy hair for a girl of fourteen."
"No I don't!" Samantha said, leaning back and putting her hands in front of her cunt hairs. "It's just the fact that I've got black hair. It looks thicker."
"I didn't mean anything," Betty assured her. "I thought that it looked nice."
"Nice?"
"Yeah. The hair around your lips looks lush and...." Betty blushed crimson as she realized that it sounded like she was admiring the naked charms of her girlfriend. But, that was precisely what she was doing. She leaned back and said, "Gee. Now that we both lost everything, what do we play for next?"
Neither of them was in a hurry to get her clothes on. They were naked and it had been quite a chore for the two of them to get that way, so they stayed that way for a moment.
"If we really had the boys here, I'll bet they would think of something to play for!" Samantha said with a sly laugh, knowing that her friend would appreciate the humor.
"Yeah!" Betty said, resting her hand lightly between her legs. "The way that I'm feeling now, I'm about ready to go along with them."
"Betty!" her friend exclaimed in mock horror. "You were just telling me that you wouldn't go anywhere...well, anywhere beyond first base, with any of those boys."
"Yeah!" she said, leaning to one side and pressing her fingers against her pussy lips. "But it would be nice just to be naked with someone and feel...his body next to mine." She had caught herself just in time and said 'his' instead of 'her' body.
"I'd like to know what it feels like," Samantha said. "I keep trying to imagine what it feels like to be with a boy, but...Well, you can't just ask a boy to take his clothes off and press his body down against your body!"
"Right!" she said, laughing out loud. "I can just see going up to Mitch and asking him to drop his pants and just lie there with you. Then, when you know what it feels like you tell him to go away because you don't need him anymore."
"Yeah!" Samantha agreed. "I think that a boy would rape you if you did that."
"They should invent a machine so that girls could learn what it's like to be close to someone."
"Or something!"
There was a long moment of silence that was very uncomfortable, probably because both of the girls were thinking of the same thing and trying to figure out how to say it.
Finally, Betty chuckled. Laughing was always a good way of breaking tension and of pretending that things were not nearly as important as they really were.
"Since we both want to find out the same thing, wouldn't it be good to try it out together?" Betty suggested, trying to make it sound like it was a casual thought when in point of fact it was a burning passion that was making her shudder.
"You mean...." Samantha hesitated. "You want me to...press against you."
"No!" the girl was quick to reply. "You don't have to. I mean, if you want to try it, you can try it. But, if you don't want to, you don't have to."
"Oh!" Samantha said as if it was all becoming clear to her. "Well, if you think that it would be fun for us to...I mean, if you don't mind."
"Well, I'm the one who suggested it!" Betty said. "I mean, we might as well. What would be the harm of...I mean, there's no reason to make a big deal about it!"
"Sure! What the hell?" Samantha said as she moved close to her friend.
The two naked girls giggled once more as they wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their youthful white breasts together.
Then Samantha could feel the other girl's muff rubbing up against her own and she knew that they were locked together with their hot passion.
She held her hands in one spot on the blonde girl's shoulders, although she was anxious to run her hands all over the girl's breasts and her pussy lips.
And then Samantha spread her legs apart so that her pussy lips were rubbing up against the soft, white flesh that was pulled taut around the other girl's thigh.
When she did this, Betty's cunt lips were pressed against Samantha's thigh and they were locked together in a passionate embrace.
In a soft voice, Betty said, "Of course if I were with a boy he would be right on top of me instead of over to one side and he would have his cock between his legs so that he would be pushing that against my pussy lips."
But, she was merely speaking those words by rote. She knew that she was getting her pleasure from the other girl being on top of her the way that she was.
They were scarcely in that position for a moment and they didn't even move, but Samantha felt the flesh deep inside of her cunt quivering in anticipation.
One moment later and Samantha pulled away from her friend as she felt her pussy flesh clasping tightly together in a spontaneous orgasm that she could not control.
"Wow!" was all that Betty said as she reached for her own pussy lips and pressed them.
Then, Samantha turned to her friend and saw that the girl was frigging herself. She could feel her own face growing red because of her nudity and because of the strange close contact that she had with the girl. Then, she grabbed her clothes and said, "I've gotta go."
"So soon? I thought that you didn't have to be home until dinner was...."
Betty started to pull her clothes on and as Samantha rushed to the steps to go out, Betty called, "You won't tell anyone...You won't talk about what we did today?"
"Wh-what did we do?" Samantha said, acting dumb, very suddenly. "We were just joking around."
By that time, both of the girls knew that it was a lie. They knew that they were not simply joking around, but that they were getting pleasure, un-like any other pleasure they had known before.
After that, there was a long time during which Samantha avoided Betty. She made a point of being even more careful not to look at the girls who undressed in the locker room with her.
Each time that she would hear girls talking about the boys they wanted to make it with, she would join in the conversation. She wanted them all to know that she was one of them.
But, each time she would lie like that in a conversation, she would become painfully aware of the fact that it was a lie and that she would never like boys.
She imagined a future in which she would get married to some acceptable man and allow him to fuck her three times a week. But, sometimes she would cry when she considered the fact that she would never get the sexual satisfaction that she craved.
It was more than sexual satisfaction that she would be missing. She understood by that time that she was a lesbian and she felt that she would never be able to share that knowledge with anyone. She would never be able to enjoy a relationship.
The girl did not imagine at that time that there would be a time when she would be a notorious lesbian detective in San Francisco. But, our beginnings never know our ends.
For another few years the girl managed to suppress her passions. Then, when she was seventeen, she went to Los Angeles for a weekend.
Betty was living in Los Angeles and going to college. By that time the girls had forgotten about the silly little incident that began with a game of strip poker. Actually they claimed that they had forgotten it, but in fact they both remembered it very clearly.
It was etched in their memories and in their pussies. By that time, simply because she wanted to belong and be one of the crowd at school, Samantha had fucked with a boy. She had even let a second boy fuck her once to see whether she liked that any better. But, she did not. There was something about the hairy legs against her legs and the firm chests against her breasts that was unsatisfying to her.
Friday night Betty had arranged a double date with Samantha. The boy who was with the dark-haired girl did not seem nearly as interested in her as the boy who was with Betty seemed in his date.
At one point, when they were preparing to go horned Samantha said, "Don't let me ruin your evening. You can have them drop me off and then you can go with your date."
"Don't worry about a thing, Samantha," Betty said. "You won't ruin my evening."
Once they were back at Betty's apartment, Samantha went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then she came into the bedroom and saw that Betty was sitting on the bed, smoking a joint, naked and frigging her pussy.
When she saw that the girl had her legs spread and had her fingers pressed against her cunt lips, she giggled and said, "You see that, Betty. You should have gone with that guy. Now you've got a hot pussy."
Betty inhaled on the joint and said, "My pussy isn't hot for him. My pussy is hot for you."
Samantha stood perfectly still for a moment and then she moved toward the bed as she said, "You'd better let me have that joint for a minute."
Smoking the powerful stuff that was rolled up in the makeshift cigarette, Samantha looked at Betty through glazed eyes. She had to smoke to get up the courage to tell the girl that she had felt a burning passion for her that had been inside of her for years.
Then she pulled on the belt that was holding her robe together and she let the robe fall to the floor. She slid to the bed and pressed her body next to Betty's body.
They picked up where they had left off four years earlier. Their naked bodies were locked together with Samantha's pussy lips pressing against Betty's leg and Betty's pussy lips pressing against Samantha's legs. The two girls rubbed up and down.
Then they reached down and touched each others' cunt lips, working their fingers into the confines of the vaginas and pressing against each other's delicate cunts.
Samantha was delighting in the feeling of Betty's cunt lips. It was something that was so much like herself, but it was not hers. She ran her finger along the other girl's slit and she could feel the spot where the flesh parted.
Pressing her finger in she could feel the moisture that was seeping out of the girl's twat and she delighted in the feeling of it.
At the same time she could feel a playful finger that was in her own cunt. In a way it was very similar to the feeling when she would frig herself. The finger was also thin and feminine and delicate. But, in an important way, it was different from the feeling when she frigged herself. And that was what made it really exciting.
Since the finger that was up her pussy was not her own, it was working at a tempo that was different from the one that Samantha would have used on herself.
Betty's finger was not always touching the spots in the pussy that Samantha wanted to have touched at any given time, but at the same time it was exciting to Samantha that she did not have control over the way and the pressure with which she would be touched.
It was really thrilling to the girl to know that the cunt she was touching was wet and sticky because the girl was thinking about her. She was not the only lesbian in the world!
There was another one! And the wonderful part of that was that the lesbian was hot for her pussy!
The two girls were rolling over and over each other. Each of them took turns being on top and each of them slithered around and pressed against the other girl to slide to the bottom.
Then, Betty broke from the embrace. Samantha tried to stop her from doing that, but she could not. Betty was determined to pull out of Samantha's mind.
Although Samantha took the initial break as a negative thing, she soon understood that Betty's move did not have a negative intent at all. She was working her way down Samantha's body and planting little kisses on the girl's smooth flesh.
Then her long and elegant fingers pressed against the flesh of Samantha's thighs. She was pulling the girl's legs apart and looking down at her spread cunt lips.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time!" Betty sighed as she pressed her mouth against her friend's pussy lips and slid her tongue back and forth against them.
She pushed her tongue forward so that it was caught between the pussy lips. Then she began to flick her tongue all around the opening of the pussy. She was exciting the pussy flesh and searching for the delicate and sensitive clit.
Once she found the clit, she was pressing her tongue back and forth and exciting the delicate bit of flesh. She could feel the clit expanding in an erection of its own.
She kept on working her tongue back and forth against the wonderful flesh and soon she could feel the flow of pussy juice that was drooling from Samantha's slit.
Samantha was humping her body back and forth against the other girl's face. Then she began to slide her body around so that her lips were facing the other girl's pussy.
She was looking at Betty's cunt and she knew that this was the object of her passions. She remembered all of the nights when she had sobbed herself to sleep because she felt certain that she would never get a chance to get close to the cunt of her dreams.
Her fingers pressed against the soft white flesh of Betty's legs and she stared at the spread twat for a long moment before she heard Betty saying, "You don't have to."
Samantha looked across to the other girl. Betty had stopped eating Samantha's pussy and she was looking across toward Samantha's face.
"I know what you're thinking of doing," Betty said. "And I just want you to know that you don't have to."
"There's nobody forcing me to do it," Samantha said. "But...your pussy is beautiful."
When the girl said that she rubbed her closed lips against Betty's cunt lips. As soon as that happened, Betty turned her attention back to Samantha's pussy lips.
Meanwhile, Samantha pressed her lips against the wrinkled and moist flesh that was before her. She could feel the moisture that was drooling from the slit. Then she flicked out her tongue and pressed it against the cunt lips.
Pulling her tongue back into her mouth, she tasted the sweet juice that was dribbling from the other woman's twat. She could tell that the juice was thick and succulent and she smiled. It tasted like a fresh fruit that was slightly over-ripe and very refreshing.
With increased gusto, she pressed her tongue against the twat and she licked up one side of the wrinkled lips and down the other side. Then she pressed her tongue against the slit and tried to work it in. But she did not have the expertise that Betty had.
Samantha had to reach up with her fingers and pull the pussy lips apart. She spread the wrinkled lips and then darted her tongue into the confines of the slit.
As soon as she let go of the cunt lips, she felt them snapping shut around her tongue.
Suddenly, she felt like her tongue was being held captive inside of the pussy.
She began to work her tongue around and at each movement of her tongue she could feel a corresponding movement inside of the pussy flesh.
As she pressed her tongue against all of the sides of the twat, she could feel the increase in the moisture that was building up in the cunt. It was sliding down her tongue and sending chills of excitement through her body.
When her tongue moved around to the back of the pussy slit, she pressed it down against the little bit of protruding flesh that was the girl's clit. Once she found that she could hear Betty moaning and she felt the girl pressing her tongue into the pussy she was eating with even more passion.
That was what made Samantha very happy that she had decided to reciprocate. She realized that the hotter she got Betty, the more attention Betty paid to her.
Betty was working her tongue in and out of Samantha's hot hole with a wild excitement that coursed through her body and seemed to enjoy every moment of what she was doing.
They were both very engrossed in what they were doing and just when Samantha was wishing that it would go on forever, she felt the pussy that she was licking burst into an explosion around her tongue that pressed the interior flesh tightly down against her invading mouth muscle.
The two women were locked together in hot orgasm. As soon as Samantha felt the strange and wonderful sensations of the spasm that was tugging at her tongue, she felt her own pussy exploding around the tongue that was stuffed all the way inside her.
It was a long moment before they separated and then they remained on the bed together without saying a word.
Finally, Betty broke the silence to say, "I've wanted to do that for a long time."
When Samantha didn't reply, the honey-haired girl added, "Are you sorry you did that?"
"The truth is," Samantha began slowly, unable to keep her smile in check. "I guess that I've also wanted to do that for a long time, but I didn't have the nerve. I had gotten to the point where I thought that I was never going to get to eat a pussy!"
They were locked in an embrace again and as Samantha's lips parted to permit Betty's tongue to enter her mouth, she tasted her own cunt cream. It was not the first time. There had been times when she had brought her cream-covered fingers to her lips.
"You can't really mean that," Betty said. "I mean, when you say that you thought that you were never going to get to eat a pussy in your life...."
Samantha nodded and said, "I was convinced that I would keep this a secret all my life."
"And how do you feel now?" Betty asked, tilting her head.
"I feel wonderful!" Samantha cried out. "How could I have been so stupid?"
"There are still other things that you should learn," Betty said slowly.
"Other things?" Samantha asked. "I imagine that there are other things!"
"To begin with," she said, pulling a banana from a bowl of fruit. "How would you like to cram this up my pussy and work it around?"
There was a broad smile on Samantha's face as she reached to the fruit bowl and took a banana, saying, "Only if you cram this one up my pussy at the same time!"
In another second they were locked together in an embrace, each of them working their makeshift dildos toward the other girl's pussy lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
Samantha's eyelashes were fluttering as she slowly woke up from her stupor. She started to lift her head, but as she did she could feel the throbbing in her brain.
She looked around the room and saw that she was in the hotel suite of the strange woman who had questioned her earlier. Then she began to lift herself from the floor.
At least this time Samantha wasn't bound and naked as she had been the last time she had been knocked out. She sat up and looked around the room and found that she was alone.
Katrin didn't care about the girl or the room. It was merely a hotel room and Katrin had registered under a false name anyway. She had no intentions of returning to the room and so she felt that it was safe to simply leave the body lying there.
Leaning on the couch, Samantha got up and began to check around. Now, she realized, she was really in a mess. She had no idea where Bridget Shaunessey was and she had no idea where Kristin Gutman was. The only thing that she could do was to wait and see what might happen. But, as a detective, she knew that she had to do more.
It was clear now that the murder of Millie Alquist had meant more than Bridget had said. The beautiful redheaded girl had lied about everything else, so it seemed obvious that she had also lied about Millie's death.
Samantha was turning everything over in the suite. She felt certain that there had to be some clue to the whereabouts or the plans of the evil Katrin Gutman.
She checked everything that she could think to check. There was a pad next to the phone and the top sheet had been torn off. But by rubbing a pencil over the piece of clean white paper she could see what had been written on the sheet that was over it.
Once the words were clear she was disappointed to see that they simply said, "Bratwurst on pumpernickel with sauerkraut on the side."
Then Samantha started to turn over the wastebaskets and she rummaged through the used tissues and the peels of the bananas. She found a newspaper and she noticed that it was open to a particular page and folded back.
Her eyes scanned the page quickly, but it was filled with classified ads and announcements. If Samantha had stopped to read the whole page she would have been standing there all day.
But, then she noticed that something was circled in pencil. It was not that noticeable, but when she actually looked at it she realized that it was there.
The Pacific Princess, a freighter out of Hong Kong, was docking that afternoon. The connections that she made were fast and furious. She realized that there had to be some reason why Katrin Gutman had circled that in the paper.
It seemed obvious to her that the landing dock was the place where Gutman and her gun moll had gone in pursuit of something. Then, Samantha remembered the story about the Lesbian Dildo and she remembered that according to Katrin's accounting of what had happened to the valued piece of erotic art, it had been secured by Bridget Shaunessey in Hong Kong.
Was it possible that the valued dildo was on the boat from Hong Kong?
If Katrin Gutman had reason to believe that, then Samantha also believed it. She rushed out of the hotel, not even certain what direction she would travel, but knowing that she had to get to the dock as fast as she could.
The problem that confronted Samantha was that she didn't even know where she was or what side of town she was on. She had been knocked out when they brought her there and now she had been unconscious for another stretch of time.
Once she found a cab, she had him rush toward the docks. As she was approaching the docks, she saw that there was a blaze coming from that direction.
"Shit, wouldn't you know that that would be the Pacific Princess!" she hissed.
"Are you talkin' to me, lady?" the driver asked.
"Just keep going, driver," she said, as she sat forward in the back seat.
When the cab stopped, she went running toward the blaze. It was the Pacific Princess that was on fire. She found a man who looked like he was in charge of the fire company and she pulled on his sleeve. He turned and snapped, "Step back, lady."
"I have a friend who came in on this boat and I haven't heard from her yet. I'm really worried. I wonder if you've seen her," Samantha said.
"Everyone got off this boat safely. I can assure you that there are no passengers aboard."
"Nevertheless, I wonder if you saw her. She has red hair and freckles. She's not too tall, but she's very cute. You can't miss her."
"If she was on the boat, I assure you that she got off safely!" the man insisted.
It was twenty minutes later that Samantha was in her office. She slumped down into a chair as Effie made some coffee. Then she told Effie about her adventures of the last few days. She told her about the threats of the police lieutenant and about the sex that she had with the beautiful redheaded girl.
Then, to Effie's horror, Samantha told the girl about the large woman and her blonde accomplice who had threatened her with a spiked dildo and had drugged her.
Finally, she told the secretary about the
Lesbian Dildo, the valued object of erotic art that was the subject of the whole search.
"And where do you go from here?" Effie asked in a low tone.
"I don't know, sweetheart. If I knew where to find Bridget Shaunessey or...But, the fact of the matter is that I don't know where any of them are and I'm at a dead end."
Samantha had no idea that the conclusion to her dead end was very close at hand. At the moment it was taking place in a sleazy motel room that was less than ten blocks from her office.
There, in the motel room, Bridget Shaunessey was standing against one wall and looking at an unshaven man who was smiling at her from the middle of the room.
The unshaven man, Captain Jakoby of the Pacific Princess, was holding a heavy package that was wrapped in newspaper. He was grinning at the girl.
"You're not really going to hold me to this," she said, a ring in her voice.
"It's worth more to me than any treasure you could have offered, my little beauty!"
"Doesn't it mean anything to you when I tell you that I am a lesbian?" she asked.
"Sure!" he said, nodding his head. "That means that you don't want to do it. But, that makes it even more exiting to me, my little beauty."
She put her hands over her mouth as she said, "And I don't suppose you even care if I tell you that I've never sucked a...I've never done anything like that before."
In one hand he was still holding the heavy package. With his free hand, he reached down and stroked the growing bulge that was in the front of his pants as he said, "That makes it even more exciting to me. The thought of shoving it in your virgin lesbian mouth!"
Bridget seemed to be shuddering as she said, "How could you ask me to...."
"Now, listen!" he snarled. "When we were in Hong Kong you told me all of this shit! I knew then that you were a dyke and I knew then that you had never sucked a cock before. But, you made a deal with me. You told me that if I would bring this package to San Francisco that you would then suck my dick!"
He stood there waiting for the reaction of the girl and then when there was no reaction, he said, "Here's the package! Now, all you have to do is keep your part of the deal."
When the woman remained leaning against the wall and not doing anything in reaction to what the man said, he snarled, "I'll take this with me in that case. I haven't even opened it, but it might be something that can bring a few bucks in a pawn shop."
"No!" she howled out, horrified at the thought of losing the thing. "I'll...do it."
"On your knees!" he snapped as he reached for the buttons of his fly and felt his throbbing cock that was locked inside of his closed pants.
When the girl fell to her knees, he said, "Wait! There's one other thing that I want."
"Our deal was just that I would suck you off. What else are you asking now?"
"All I want is to have you naked! I want to be able to look at your tits so that I can shoot my load down your hot throat!" the captain said.
"Oh, all right!" she snapped. "Anything to get this over with!"
She pulled her blouse off and then she dropped her skirt to the ground. Quickly she peeled her panties down and she revealed the trim bush of reddish pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips. She looked beautiful.
"What a waste of a beautiful cunt for a broad like you to be a...."
"Okay!" she hissed. "I'll arrange for you to take the next package that I have to send across the Pacific Ocean and when I do you can fuck my pussy."
The captain laughed and said, "You've got a pretty good sense of humor for a dyke!"
"Let's get this over with," the girl said, eyeing the package nervously.
She fell to her knees in front of the handsome captain as he let his pants fall to his knees. There was a shaft sticking up in his boxer shorts.
As he pulled the shorts away from his body and tugged it down around the hard cock, the thick shaft pointed right at the girl.
She looked at it and pressed her closed lips against the piss slit. As she felt the moisture that was on the cock head, she pulled her lips away.
Reaching up to her mouth she could feel the moisture that was there and she wiped it away.
"Don't toy with it!" Captain Jakoby snapped. "You're the one who wants to get this over with."
"I-I don't know how to do it right!" the girl cried out.
"I'll give you instructions!" he snapped. "But, you better follow each thing that I say."
Bridget looked up at the man with her wide eyes. She didn't give any indication of any reaction to him. He snapped, "Stick out your tongue and lick the head.".
She did as she was told and her tongue slid along the cock head. She felt the thick cream that was oozing from his piss slit as it stuck to her tongue.
"Now slide your tongue all along the side of it. I want you to get it all wet!"
The girl started to lick up and down the cock. She held it gingerly between two fingers and she pressed her tongue firmly against the hot shaft.
When the whole thing was glistening from her saliva, the man sighed, "Now move your tongue down to my balls and make love to them."
"Make love to your balls?" she asked, not sure what to do.
"Open your lips wide and take one of the balls into your mouth, but don't let your teeth touch the testicle that's in there," he sighed.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, but even when she did that it was an effort to get the ball between her lips. Once she had it in her mouth, she was running her tongue around and around on the wrinkled flesh of the ball sac.
Then her tongue was pressing the firm bit of egg-shaped testicle up against the roof of her mouth. That provoked another sigh from the man.
"Slide your lips off my ball and run your teeth very gently against the ball sac!" he said.
When the girl did that, she could feel the testicle moving inside of the sac at the same time that her teeth were moving against it. There was an action, reaction, cycle going on, since the sensitive testicle was moving in the opposite direction from the girl's teeth.
"Now, stick out your tongue!" he called out to her. "Fast!"
Following his instructions, she thrust her tongue against the hairy and wrinkled flesh. Then the man cried, "Push my balls forward with your tongue. Get your tongue in there behind my balls and start to push at them."
Once again the girl followed his instructions and her tongue was pressing against the moist and hot bit of flesh that was behind his balls.
"Slide your tongue around the side of my balls!" he said. "Make those nuts feel good!"
She moved her tongue slowly around to the side of the ball sacs and soon her tongue was being pressed in by the flesh of the man's balls and his thighs. There was a sweaty area that was locked in between and as the girl licked up that foul sweat, she was cleaning it.
"Now move your mouth back around to the head of my cock!" he said, his voice growing anxious.
The girl opened her mouth wide and moved toward the cock head. As she came to the point where the solid head of the dick was between her lips, the man grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward with all his might.
"If I feel any of your teeth against my dick meat, you'll get that heavy bundle slammed into your head!" Captain Jakoby warned the girl.
He held on tight to the red hair of the girl and he started to work her head back and forth on his hard cock. She could feel it slamming against the back of her throat each time that he pushed forward into her mouth.
Then she pressed her lips down against the thick dick and she could feel it throbbing between her hungry lips that were unwilling victims to this oral rape.
The flared cock head was rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Each time that the man pushed into the girl's mouth, he could feel the sensitive flesh on the bottom of his cock rubbing over the girl's tongue and getting even more excited than it had been.
Then the man pushed against the back of the girl's throat and he could feel his balls rubbing up against the delicate flesh of her chin. He knew that the end was there.
As his balls pressed up against his body, he could feel the load of gism moving to the base of his cock. The shifting was so powerful that the girl could feel the pressure against her lips that pushed them even further apart.
Then she could feel the splashing against the back of her throat and she tried to swallow down all of the gism that was shooting into her throat.
But, as she tightened her throat muscles around the cock head, she realized that she was pressing her muscles down around the cock head and squeezing even more of the juice out of the man's balls.
There was so much cock juice that it was dribbling out of the girl's mouth.
Finally, when the drained cock was pulled from her lips and she rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth to wipe away the gism that was there, she said, "How long have you been saving that?"
"I knew that I would be coming here, so I wanted to make the most of it!" he said with a laugh.
Then he leaned down and pulled up his shorts and his pants. Just as the girl was reaching for her clothes, she heard the buzzer that indicated that someone was at the door downstairs. She went to the intercom and pressed the button as she asked, "Who's there?"
There was no answer, so she pressed again and in a voice that was more impatient, she asked, "Who is down there?"
"United Parcel. I have a delivery for a Miss Shaunessey!" the voice said.
As Bridget pressed the button to let them into the building, she turned to the captain and said, "You can go now. But, doesn't that show you that things are changing. Even the delivery people at United Parcel are women now."
"B-but," the captain said. "No one knows you're here. Who could have sent you that package?"
Her eyes widened as she grabbed her clothes and held them in front of her. She latched the chain on the door and then she opened the door a little bit so that she could look down the hall. She pulled the door shut fast.
Bridget's worst fears were realized. Katrin Gutman was coming down the hall and there was a small woman right next to her. The beautiful redheaded girl turned to the captain.
"If you're in trouble, Miss Shaunessey, you can count on me to protect you."
"Fuck that!" the girl said. "What I'm worried about is this package." She handed the man the package and gave him the address of Samantha's office, telling him to take the package there. Then she pushed him out of the window onto the terrace.
Captain Jakoby started to climb from one terrace to another, making his way to the ground, as the girl turned to the door when the bell rang.
"Yes!" she said, after a slight pause, wanting to stall for time.
"I have a delivery for Miss Bridget Shaunessey," the voice said.
"Can't you slip it under the door?" she asked, coyly.
"It is too big to slip under the door!" the voice replied, a bit angrily.
"Well, uh," the girl said. "I have to put some clothes on first, and...."
Then the girl heard the lock tumbling and she saw the door being opened. It was a good thing that the chain on the door was latched, otherwise it would have opened immediately.
Bridget screamed out as hands reached in with a pair of large clippers and started to snip at the chain that was holding the door shut. She went to the door and tried to push it shut, but the voice on the other side said, "Get away unless you want your hands shot off."
Then the girl heard two gunshots from the other directions. She turned and went to the window. When she looked out she saw that Captain Jakoby had just landed on the ground below and that he was wrestling a large woman to the ground.
The gun went off again. There was a pause and then Captain Jakoby got up and started running, with the package still intact and two gunshot wounds in his body.
Bridget's heart was racing as she saw this. But, then she realized that there was someone who was standing over her shoulder. She turned and looked into the face of Katrin Gutman.
"He took the dildo with him! Where did he take it?" Katrin snapped.
The girl stepped away from the window as she said, "You haven't found out any other information from me. What makes you think that you're going to get that information?"
Katrin continued to look out of the window for another moment. She saw the prone form of Wilma getting up from the ground and dusting herself off. Then she felt relief that her trusted accomplice was not killed and she turned back to the girl.
"Forgive me for being so rude, my dear," Katrin said to Bridget. Then the large woman pointed to the small woman by the door and said, "This is Joanna Cairo. She is an exotic dancer and is an expert on convincing people to disclose information."
There was a vicious laugh that came from the depths of Joanna's throat.
The tiny beauty moved with the grace of a cat and the viciousness of a panther. She had black hair that was pulled back from her face and she had a lithe body that looked like it could slip through a keyhole if the need arose.
Joanna slithered across the room rather than walking and as she came closer to the redheaded girl she revealed a thick Balkan accent when she said, "I have wanted to get my hands on that dildo for years and no little twerp of a redhead will stand in my way!" Then she cracked her knuckles and blinked her long lashes.
Bridget moved slowly back toward the wall, nervously. She was very self-conscious about the fact that she was nude. She tried to put one hand in front of her breasts and the other hand in front of her pussy snatch, but that did very little to cover her nakedness.
"It will be a pleasure to work on you!" Joanna said in a voice that was breathy and nasal.
"You keep away from me! Don't you come near me!" Bridget cried out.
But, while the redheaded girl's eyes were on the small woman in front of her, Katrin moved from the side and grabbed Bridget's hands behind her back.
"Bring me the shackles!" Katrin snapped at her accomplice.
Joanna hurried to a black bag that she had carried in with her and left by the door. In it she kept all supplies that might be useful in such an instance, including the clippers with which they had snapped the chain of the door.
She came to Katrin's side with the handcuffs and snapped them on the girl's wrists, first pulling her wrists up so that her arms were twisted around her back.
"Now, will you tell us where you have sent the package?" Kristin snarled.
Bridget's lips were clenched shut and her eyes were blazing as she looked at the large woman who was standing over her. She was not going to respond at all.
"Very well!" Kristin hissed as she grabbed Bridget's tits and tossed the girl over. Bridget was then on her stomach, with her breasts pressed down against the floor.
But, Kristin pulled the girl up and then latched the handcuffs to the cord that was running down from the curtains. The girl was dangling at an odd angle with her head about two feet off the ground, but her knees resting on the ground.
That left her bottom sticking up, an easy target for the women behind her.
As Bridget looked over her shoulder, she could see that Joanna was pulling a whip from her black bag. The leather strap was long and thin and very ominous.
"Why don't you save us the trouble of torturing you?" Kristin said. "Just tell us where the package has been sent. That's all that we need to know."
But, Bridget knew that she had to stall for time. She knew Kristin Gutman's ways and she realized that eventually she would tell the large woman where the package had been sent, eventually she would break under the torment.
And yet, if the beautiful and delicate redheaded girl could hold out long, enough then she could give Samantha a chance to take the package away somewhere. She only hoped that Samantha would have the good sense to do that and she hoped that Samantha was still on her side. Now, looking over her shoulder, she saw the whip raised up over Joanna's shoulder.
Slicing quickly through the air, the whip described an arc and came slashing down across Bridget's unblemished, white ass cheeks.
The girl cried out as Katrin repeated, "Tell us where the package was sent?"
Bridget bit into her lower lip to keep from shouting out. She didn't want to give her captors that satisfaction. She knew that she had to keep her secret a little bit longer.
Her lusciously rounded ass cheeks clenched together as she awaited the next slash of the whip. She held her breath in hot anticipation and then she heard the whistling sound as the whip was cutting through the air and racing toward her delicate flesh.
CHAPTER SIX
As Samantha sipped her coffee, Effie was rubbing the back of her neck. The pretty blonde secretary sighed, "You've really been through a lot of shit."
"You're telling me!" Samantha said. "Now that you know the whole crazy story about the search for that valuable dildo and these characters who are willing to kill for it, where the hell do you think I should turn to try to solve Millie's murder?"
"There has to be some way that you can either find Bridget Shaunessey or Katrin Gutman! The two of them couldn't have simply disappeared into the blue!"
Just then there was a knock on the door. It was weak but insistent. Effie jumped from the side of the desk. It was late in the evening.
When she opened the door, a man, carrying a package that was wrapped in newspapers, took two steps forward and then fell down.
Effie screamed and jumped back, just as Samantha came forward and knelt over the man. The black-haired detective said, "He couldn't have come far with these holes in him."
The blonde secretary quickly got her composure back and shut the door. She was standing over the body of the man and she looked at Samantha, her employer, as she asked, "Is he dead?"
"Yes!" Samantha said. "He must have had a hell of a will to get this far."
At the same instant, both of the women were looking at the package that was in the man's hands. They looked at each other and Effie said, "You don't think that...."
"I don't know what to think, sweetheart!" Samantha sighed as she grabbed the package and handed it to Effie. She turned the man over and reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. As she looked at the contents her eyes grew wider.
"This is Captain Jakoby of the Pacific Princess. I wish he had lived another two minutes so that he could have told us where Bridget Shaunessey is."
Meanwhile, Effie had put the package down on the desk. As she was pulling at the newspapers, she said, "Look. These are Hong Kong newspapers around this thing."
As she ripped away the last of the papers, she stepped back. Samantha stood up and looked down at the object on the table. It was an enormous dildo and it was covered with black enamel.
"It must be that dildo that they're all looking for!" Effie said.
Samantha ran her hands over the object as she sighed, "And under this coat of enamel there are precious metals and jewels!"
Bridget was in the room not ten blocks away. Her hands were pulled behind her back and shackled. As she watched over her shoulder she could see Joanna's whip flying up into the air another time. It was over Joanna's shoulder and it was quickly descending toward the girl's ass cheeks. She tensed the cheeks up once more.
There were already two pink welts that ran across her bottom and the third slice of the whip ripped the flesh open and left a red stripe that ran right across both cheeks.
Since she was so tensed up and her ass cheeks were clenched tightly together, the girl felt the flesh pressing against her bones and she could feel the agony that rushed through her body.
She groaned out in pain and then Katrin repeated the offer, "All you have to do is tell us where you sent that package and we'll let you go."
"Go fuck yourself, you old cunt!" Bridget howled out, trying not to weaken.
"You will pay for that!" Katrin sighed softly as she stood at the side and allowed Joanna to continue the whipping that she was doing so well.
There was a knock on the door and Katrin went to admit her gun moll, Wilma, who had failed to keep Captain Jakoby from departing with the package.
As soon as Wilma was in the room, Katrin slapped her hard across the face and said, "I do not like failure and I do not approve of people who fail!"
"I'm sorry," Wilma sighed, looking down at the ground.
While that was going on closer to the door, Joanna continued to slash the whip at the girl's delicate ass cheeks. Her wrist was moving in a frenzy by that time and Bridget's body was writhing and squirming in the bonds that were holding her.
Katrin came up behind Joanna and grabbed her arm as she said, "Easy! We don't want to completely destroy that lovely body! After all, there are so many pleasures still to be had with her."
When the large, older woman had said that, the other two women in the room laughed. Only Bridget was not amused by the horrible reference to her sexual servitude.
As the frightened redheaded girl looked over her shoulder, she saw that Joanna had gone back over to her bag. She pulled out a strange looking metal thing that seemed to be shaped like an over-sized coat hook with two prongs.
Then Joanna began to remove her clothes. She was wearing clinging clothes and smelled of perfume. As she peeled her clothes from her luscious form, she wriggled and displayed herself. Since she was an exotic dancer, that was her great pleasure in life.
Joanna slid around to the side of Bridget's body and then she said, "I am going to have a little fun now. If you want, you can also have fun! But, if you give me trouble, you will find that there will be no fun in it for you."
Katrin chuckled deep in the back of her throat as she said, "At any moment, my dear Bridget, you may interrupt the proceedings to tell me where you sent the package."
"But, I will still keep going till my orgasm!" Joanna insisted.
"Right!" Katrin said, raising her hand. "I will not deprive Miss Cairo of her pleasures! But, until I know where that package has been sent I will not restrain her from any of the...pain that may be involved in those pleasures." Then the large woman chuckled again.
As the sensually naked Joanna Cairo moved toward the redheaded girl, she held the double pronged dildo in her right hand.
When Bridget saw the way that the metal thing was moving toward her body, she realized what its function was. Since there were two metal jabbers that were sticking out at odd angles, and both of them had knobs at the head, the girl realized that the thing was supposed to be shoved up her pussy and her ass at the same time.
Joanna positioned the dildo so that the head of one of the metal prongs was against the girl's pussy slit. Then she worked it around so that the head of the other metal prong was against the girl's ass hole. She did not use any lubricant.
Bridget clenched her eyes shut to hold back the tears. She knew that she was an ass hole virgin and that she had never had that back door violated before.
The slightly built black-haired beauty was beginning to work the metal prong into the girl's pussy. She pulled at the dry flesh of the cunt lips so that the knob head of the terrible instrument could press in against the delicate and moist flesh inside.
Then she began to work the thing into the girl's cunt. She pressed it from side to side, pushing at the moist flesh that was around the dildo.
As she did that, Bridget could feel the cunt flesh being pushed apart and the metal surface scraping against the slightly moist surface of her pussy walls.
Deeper and deeper the thing went into the girl. She could feel it spreading her pussy wide open and she tried to get her breathing normal as the cold sensation of the metal startled the warm pussy meat inside of her body.
Then Joanna began to work on the other prong of the metal dildo. She pressed it against the girl's ass hole and she began to work it into her body.
Again, Joanna had to use her fingers to pull the dry flesh aside and to keep the dildo from getting glued to the dry surface of the girl's ass cheeks.
Once the rounded head was pushed through the anal opening, Bridget realized that the rest would not be as bad. The thickest part was inside of her.
But, then, having passed those barriers, Joanna began to work the dildo all the way into the girl's delicate body, getting pleasure out of the way that Bridget squirmed uncomfortably in her bonds. Joanna had a firm grip on the double dildo.
Once she had most of the length of the horrible thing inside of the girl, she began to jiggle the thing from side to side. Bridget was going wild as she felt the metal prongs striking at both sides of her cunt flesh and at both sides of her ass hole.
It was like her holes were being stretched out and brutalized at the same time. But, if they were really being stretched out then the matter would have been quite different.
What was actually happening was that the responsive flesh around the pussy slit was pressing back and reacting each time that the metal prong of the dildo would strike it.
And so the prong would strike the right side of the flesh and then the left side. Each new movement would create a new movement in the girl's cunt that would rub against the invading piece of metal.
At the same time that was happening, as if the sensations from that contact were not enough to drive the girl wild with passion, the other prong of the dildo was doing the same thing to the tightly clinging flesh of her anal opening.
Since her ass hole was surrounded by thousands of nerve endings that were all sending their messages to all of the different parts of the girl's body and sending chills up and down her spine, the movement of the metal prong was driving her wild with desire.
As it pushed from one side to the other and tugged the clinging flesh along with it, molding and pressing against the ass hole as if it were kneading dough, the dildo was sending messages of horror through those nerve endings that it was brutalizing.
And so, as Joanna pushed the two-headed thing from side to side, she knew just what she was doing to her victim. She laughed a coarse and vulgar laugh.
Leaning over the beautiful redheaded girl, Joanna whispered, "You love it, don't you?"
Bridget could feel the perspiration that was standing out all over her body. She arched her neck back and tried to respond to the black-haired girl, but she could not even speak.
Katrin jumped up from her chair, noticing that the girl was trying to speak, and she came to Bridget's side as she snapped, "Just tell me where the package is and all of this torment will stop! Wouldn't that be simple, Bridget?"
The large blonde woman, Wilma, was standing by one wall and holding her gun as she said, "Look at her! She doesn't want it to stop! Joanna is giving the girl too much pleasure!"
"Too much pleasure!" Joanna snarled, turning to Wilma. "I'll make her hurt now!"
The lithe black-eyed dancer mounted the girl's back and pressed her pussy lips down against the smooth white flesh that was pulled so tautly over Bridget's spine.
Then she reached around behind her and said, "Bridget, I am tired of working that dildo. I will let you work it for a little while!"
With a sudden movement that caught Bridget completely by surprise, the woman slapped her open palm over the rounded ass cheeks that were jutting up.
Since Bridget's ass was already ripped up from the brutal whipping that she had received, she found the pain unbearable when the hand slapped her bottom.
But, that was not to be the end of her pain. As her ass cheeks clenched together to try to absorb some of the agony that was coursing through her body, Bridget suddenly realized that the movement of her bottom was moving the dildo around.
The part of the dildo that was shoved up her ass hole was sucked a little more tightly into her bottom hole and then the part of the dildo that was up her pussy was shifted so that it was pressing more toward the front of her cunt slit.
When the next slap came across the other cheek of her ass, Bridget didn't know what to do. She couldn't help herself. There was such terrible pain when the hand slapped the welts that were across her white ass flesh, that she had to clench her cheeks together.
Even though the girl had been biting down on her lip to keep from crying out, she felt the agony in her tender young body and she cried out, uncontrollably.
'Tell us where the package was sent!" Katrin insisted, standing at the side.
Bridget could not even get her breath as she tried to speak. Then Joanna slapped her ass once more and the girl screamed out, "I'll...tell...you!"
"Okay, Bridget!" Katrin said, leaning down at the girl's side and stroking her red hair. "I will have that terrible metal dildo taken out of your cunt and ass hole."
Then the large woman snapped her fingers at Joanna Cairo and the smaller woman pulled on the dildo that had so brutally pierced both of the girl's tender holes.
As she worked the dildo out of the girl's body, Bridget cried out once more. She suddenly felt the battered flesh around her cunt slit tightening around the metal prong.
It was as though, at the last moment, her pussy decided that it did not want to let go of the vicious invader that had been causing it so much discomfort.
Bridget was humiliated in front of the three laughing women. There she was, naked, with her ass whipped to shreds, and with a horrible metal dildo shoved up her ass and her pussy at the same time, and she was in the midst of an orgasm.
As Bridget was catching her breath and the small woman pulled the metal prong out of her cunt, Katrin said, "Now tell us where it is."
With her eyes wide, Bridget said, "When I tell you...how do I know that you won't simply...kill me? How do I know that...."
"Don't put ideas in my head!" Katrin snapped. "I have no reason to kill you. All you have to do is to stay out of my way and tell me the truth now!"
The redheaded girl wished that her hands were free so that she could wipe the tears from her eyes. Heaving a great sigh, she said, "He took the package to Samantha's office."
Katrin turned to face the two women who were in the room with her and she shouted some orders to them in German. Then she turned to Bridget and said, "Now you will please make a little phone call for me."
Effie was pacing back and forth in the office. She was trying to avoid the corpse of the dead man that was lying on the floor where it had fallen.
Samantha was calmly leaning against the desk and saying, "Now, remember, when the cops get here, you tell them everything that happened. Tell them the truth, but leave out the package. You got that?"
"Yeah, sure!" Effie said, nodding to the girl nervously.
"You tell them that there was a knock on the door and that Jakoby fell into the room and was dead. But, you don't tell them about the package."
The phone rang and Effie picked it up. She said, "Yes!" Then there was a pause and she said, "Yes? Miss Shaunessey? Miss Shaunessey?"
She hung up the phone and said, "Samantha, that was the girl. She says that she's in terrible trouble. She's at 347 Westerly Street. Then she screamed out."
Samantha rushed to the closet and grabbed the package of the valuable dildo that had been brought into the office by the dead captain. She said, "I'm going. When the cops come, tell them that I took the call and said that I had to go. Tell them that I didn't tell you who called and I didn't tell you where I was going."
"And I won't tell them about the package!" Effie said.
"Good girl!" Samantha replied as she kissed Effie on the cheek.
Leaving the building through the back entrance, Samantha rushed down the block to the nearby hotel where she got into a cab and told the driver to take her to the train depot.
Once she was at the train depot, Samantha, still carrying the bundle under her arm, went to the lockers and put two quarters into one.
When she closed the enormously valuable thing into the locker, she took the key and put it into an envelope. Then she addressed the envelope to a particular post office box that only she and Effie knew about and tossed it into the mail.
Rushing out of the train depot, now unencumbered by the package, Samantha hailed another cab and told the driver to rush to 347 Westerly Street.
Driving slowly down Westerly Street, the cab passed 340 and then passed a large empty lot until it got to a building that was numbered 366.
Samantha got out of the cab and walked around for a moment. Then she got back in the cab and said, "Shit. That was a false lead." She had the driver take her home.
After Bridget had made the phone call to Samantha, she turned to Katrin and said, "Now will you let me go?" She didn't notice the woman who was approaching her from behind.
A hand reached around Bridget's face and pressed a towel against her nose. The smell of chloroform hit the girl quickly and as Wilma grasped Bridget tightly, the redheaded beauty fell to the floor.
"Let's get over to that office!" Katrin Gutman said. "That phone call will have gotten Samantha out of the way so that we can search for the dildo."
The three of them did not guess that despite the urgent sound of the call, Samantha had the good sense to drop the package off before proceeding to Westerly Street.
But, when they got to the location of Samantha's office, they saw that there were two police cars out in front of the building. They pretended to be three curious women who were out for a stroll as they peered into the building.
Then an ambulance screeched to a halt in front of the building and two of the attendants in white coats went lazily into the building to retrieve the corpse that was there.
Up above, Effie was telling her story to Lieutenant Branigan. He looked at the corpse on the floor and said, "This character came in here and died. He didn't say anything and he didn't give you anything? He didn't tell you why he came here?"
"Apparently he died too soon," the blonde girl said, without blinking.
"Apparently!" Branigan snarled in a way that indicated he did not believe her. "And where did Samantha disappear after all of this happened?"
"I don't know where she went!" the girl said, with a straight face. "But she was in quite a great hurry after she got that phone call."
"And you also don't know who it was who was on the phone with her?" he said sarcastically.
"I already told you that, lieutenant," the girl said in a soft voice.
"Sometime soon I'm gonna get this whole mess resolved and then that black-booted bitch had better watch her step!" Branigan snarled at the girl.
When the police left the office, Effie locked the door behind her and went downstairs with them. She didn't know that there were three women who were watching from across the street.
"Now is our chance to get in there," Katrin hissed to her friends. "You two go across there and I'll stay here to let you know if someone is coming."
Joanna and Wilma rushed into the building as soon as the police had sped away. There was no problem for them to get into the office. Joanna was an expert at picking any sort of lock.
Katrin paced back and forth in anxious anticipation as she waited for her accomplices. Her breath was heavy as she mumbled to herself, "I have waited so long to get my hands on that dildo! I will not let it slip through my fingers now!"
Licking her lips, she thought to herself, 'If that thing does elude my grasp now I shall see to it that Miss Shaunessey and her black-haired friend both suffer for it. They will both have such horrible things done to them that then-pussies will be..."
Then, Katrin looked up quickly. She saw the two women coming out of the building and she realized that they were not carrying anything. They had failed.
"It wasn't there," Wilma assured the large woman. "We checked everywhere."
"Where do we go now?" Joanna asked, her dark eyes glistening.
"We will have to pay a visit to Samantha!" Katrin said with an evil laugh. "I shall have her squirming for mercy before I'm through."
The other two women laughed in unison at the thought of Samantha pleading with them to be gentle.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Bridget Shaunessey hid in the doorway of the building that was next door to Samantha's building, she watched as the gentle night rain started to fall.
Soon the road was a black sheet of onyx that was glistening in the glow of the streetlamps. The girl kept her eyes on the doorway that was next to the one where she was standing. She was waiting for Samantha to arrive home.
After Bridget had regained consciousness on the floor of her hotel room, she pulled some clothes on over her brutalized body and she headed for Samantha's place.
At this point there was no one else Bridget could turn to for help.
When the taxi pulled up and Samantha stepped out, Bridget quickly rushed to the dark-haired beauty from her vantage point in the other doorway.
Wrapping her arms around Samantha, the redheaded girl sighed, "I was waiting for you."
"What was the idea of that phone call?" Samantha snapped at the girl.
"They forced me to make that call to you," she sighed, looking down at the wet sidewalk. "They did such horrible things to me that I...." Then she broke down in sobs.
Samantha wrapped her arm around the wet girl and she helped her in. They took the elevator up to her floor and went into her apartment.
But as soon as Samantha turned to shut the door, she realized that she was surrounded. Wilma and Joanna and Katrin were all in the room waiting for Samantha.
Wilma was pointing her gun at the two beautiful girls who entered the room. Samantha remained calm as she said, "Tell her to watch that gun. I know she has itchy fingers."
When Wilma took a step forward, Katrin raised her hand and said, "Keep calm now." Then the large woman turned to Joanna and said, "Would you frisk our guests?"
Joanna reached out to run her hands over Samantha's body, but Samantha jerked away and said, "Nobody gets a free feel on my body unless I want them to."
"If you will just cooperate...." Katrin said in a low voice.
Samantha turned quickly and said, "Cooperate? About what?"
"The dildo!" Katrin hissed. "You know where the dildo is."
"Exactly! I have it and you want it," Samantha said. Then she sat down as she said, "Now we can start to talk terms. I believe that you once offered me a hundred thousand."
"Well," Katrin said with a chuckle. "As you can see there are more of us now who need to be taken care of in this little transaction."
"Yeah," Samantha said, leaning back in her chair. "But I'm the one who has the dildo."
"I daresay that there are ways of getting information from someone," Katrin said, cracking her knuckles.
"Sure. But, if you kill me then you don't have the dildo and you won't know where it is."
"We have means of persuasion which do not involve death," Katrin said, raising her eyebrows.
Laughing, Samantha said, "Sure. But they all carry the threat of death. Without that there's no use to them. And, if you start something, I'd see to it that you had to finish."
Returning the laugh, Katrin said, "You'd better be careful. In the heat of the moment, one forgets what is in one's own best interest. I wouldn't want you to be killed in the heat of the moment."
"Then I would just have to see that I provoke you, but not too far."
"What an amusing woman you are, Samantha," Katrin said, narrowing her eyes into little slits. "How soon can you get the dildo?"
"Tomorrow morning," Samantha said, knowing that the key to the locker would arrive in her post office box with the next day's mail delivery.
"I am prepared to offer you ten thousand dollars," the large woman said, leaning back.
"You were talking a lot more money this afternoon!" Samantha snapped.
"Talking is one thing. But one dollar in hard cash is worth a hundred of talking," Katrin said as she pulled the envelope from inside of her blouse and tossed it to Samantha.
As the black-haired beauty began to count the money, the large woman said, "That is hardly necessary. You'll find that it is all there."
Samantha laughed and tucked the ten firm and crisp thousand dollar bills into her blouse as she said, "Well, ladies, the one thing for us to do now is to wait until morning."
"I think it would be advisable if we weren't out of each others' sight until we have the dildo."
"Meanwhile," Samantha said, leaning forward. "There are still a few things that have to be cleared up and some facts that I have to get."
"We've got all night!" Katrin said, shifting in the chair and making herself comfortable while the other three women in the room also settled into comfortable positions.
But there was still a terrible tension in the room as everyone seemed suspicious of everyone else. Wilma returned the gun to her holster, but then she kept her jacket open and she kept her hand in a position so that she could reach the gun quickly.
Samantha seemed to be the only one in the room who was totally relaxed. She sat in the chair that was opposite Katrin's chair and she glared at the large woman.
We need someone to take the rap," Samantha said in an even tone.
"Someone to take the rap? What do you mean?" Katrin asked.
"There have been murders commited here!" Samantha said. "The police won't rest until they have someone to pin it on and unless they do they'll have me in hot water."
After a pause, Samantha turned to Wilma and then back to Katrin as she said, "Let's give them the gun moll over there. Let them pin it on her."
Wilma sat perfectly straight in her seat and the tension that ran through her spine was incredible as she stared at the two participants in the conversation.
From the corner of her eye, Katrin noticed that Wilma was in that position and that her hand was hovering closer to her gun. Katrin knew that she had to act fast to avert a disaster and so she said, "That's absurd." Then she laughed a nervous laugh.
"Absurd or not, we need someone for the cops to blame!"
Katrin looked over at Wilma as she said, "Why, Wilma is like a daughter to me. I couldn't possibly consider such a thing under any circumstances."
"Suit yourself," Samantha said in a flat tone. "We could use Miss Cairo over there."
Joanna stepped forward and pulled the gun from inside her dress. But, Katrin raised her hand as she said, "And what about yourself or Miss Shaunessey?"
Samantha laughed and said, "You can't touch me. Remember, I still have the dildo. As for Miss Shaunessey, you're welcome to her if you can show me a way that you can rig it."
Everyone was on edge by that point, except for Samantha, who was still sitting calmly. Katrin forced another laugh and then said, "Not that I would even consider such a ridiculous plan, but, if we were to...Well, if Wilma took the rap, as you put it, what would keep her from telling the police about us, about the dildo?"
Wilma stood up and every muscle in her body was alert to the danger in the room as her eyes darted from one person to the other.
Then Samantha said, "I could show the police how they would have a jumbled mess if they try to get everyone, but if they'd just ignore her stories and convict her for the murders, then they would have an open and shut case."
Looking up at Wilma, Samantha added, "After all, I figure that Thursby killed Millie, but Wilma was the one who actually did kill Thursby and Captain Jakoby."
Then Wilma darted forward toward
Samantha. But, the calm dark-haired beauty was on her toes in a moment. She grabbed Wilma from behind and pulled the gun from the large blonde girl. Then she smacked the girl on the back of the head with the gun.
As she turned, she was facing Joanna Cairo. She tackled the small, dark-haired girl to the ground and she got her gun as well.
While Joanna was massaging her wrists, Samantha tossed one of the guns to Bridget and kept the other one. She dragged the large unconscious blonde girl over to the couch.
"What do you say?" Samantha snapped at Katrin. "Unless we have someone to take the rap I can't go along with this thing."
Katrin grunted as she looked at Wilma and said, "She was like a daughter to me. But, one can always acquire a new daughter. There is only one Lesbian Dildo!"
Then the four women sat in silence, while the fifth woman lay unconscious on the couch. They had the whole night to kill and the time was moving slowly.
Suddenly the balance of power had shifted. A few minutes earlier, Joanna had a gun and Wilma had a gun. Now those two guns were in the possession of Samantha and Bridget.
As the women sat around, Bridget leaned back in a comfortable chair and started to recall all that she had been through in the past few weeks.
She remembered when she had been in Hong Kong and when she had been introduced to Katrin Gutman. The large woman had said, "I have a proposition for the two of you." Bridget had looked over to her friend, Theoni, who was next to her at the time.
"There is a man who needs some convincing. He has something that I want and I need someone who is bright enough to get it from him."
"How do you suppose that the two of us can get it from him?" Bridget asked.
"He has a weakness for redheads. He is a Russian and they are unusual that way."
"A weakness for...Are you suggesting that I should have sex with him?" Bridget asked.
"I will pay each of you one-thousand dollars if you get that statuette for me."
"One-thousand?" Theoni exclaimed. "That must be a very valuable thing!"
Katrin hedged a little and said, "It is something that I want very much." The two girls would have to find out through other sources about the real value of the dildo.
"B-but," Bridget said. "I am a lesbian. I've always been a lesbian and I've never had sex with a man before. I don't know that I...."
"It is easy for a woman to fake it," Theoni said. "All you have to do is lie there."
Katrin chuckled and raised one finger as she said, "You will not have to fake too much. I have worked out this entire scenario so that he will play into your hands."
The situation was complicated, but Katrin knew of the vanity of the Russian. She was going to play on that and utilize the fact that the only girls she would trust were lesbians.
When the Russian colonel received a letter from an anonymous female telling him that she and her lesbian lover had seen him and had decided that he was the only man who was worthy of them, he was beside himself with the compliment.
Then, when that first note was followed up by another communication from Bridget, telling the man that they would like to meet him in some little cafe, he was there a half hour early.
As soon as he saw Bridget and Theoni, his heart was beating quickly. It was the redheaded girl, as Katrin had predicted, that he found irresistible.
Returning to his home with the two girls, Theoni explained, "I have had experience with men. I don't want to disappoint you, but I really do not want to participate. I have done all of this simply for the sake of my lover, Bridget.
"Since she has never done it with a man, I felt that it was something she had to see for herself. I hope you don't mind. We chose you because of your good looks and the fact that I know Russians make the best lovers."
The man did not mind a thing, after that series of compliments. He had looked forward to having both of the lesbians in bed with him at the same time, but since he was really interested in Bridget, he would not mourn the loss of Theoni.
As Bridget was recalling all of these things, she was startled by the sound of Samantha's voice. The black-haired beauty brought her back to the present as she said, "You'd better give me all the details that I don't know so that I can fill in the blanks and tell the story to the cops, leaving out the parts that need to be left out."
Katrin looked up from the book she was reading and said, "What is it that you need to know?"
"I figure that Jakoby was killed when he was trying to get over here with the package."
Nodding, Katrin said, "Wilma was stationed downstairs to see if anyone came out of the window, while Miss Cairo and I went up the stairs. Captain Jakoby did go out the window and Wilma shot him. But, he was a strong bird and he landed on her and got away."
"Well, he got as far as my office," Samantha sighed.
With a wistful look in her eyes, Katrin said, "I suppose that Wilma has been getting clumsy of late."
"But, what about Theoni Thursby?" Samantha asked. "Why was she killed?"
"Miss Shaunessey was the one who knew where the dildo was. We wanted to let her know that we meant business and since Miss Thursby was her partner in the Hong Kong venture killing her seemed to be a good means of throwing that fear into our little redheaded friend."
With a meaningful look at Bridget, Samantha said, "And we're still assuming that before Theoni Thursby was killed, she killed Millie Alquist."
Bridget settled back into her seat and began to recall the past again. She remembered the luxurious bedroom suite of the Russian colonel.
When they got to the stairs, Theoni insisted that she did not want to accompany them to bed.
The Russian had already been forewarned about this. Bridget was also aware of it since that was part of their plan. While Bridget would be in bed with the colonel, Theoni would have the run of the house and a guarantee that she would not be disturbed.
But, for the sake of the roles that they were playing, Bridget said, "Theoni, you told me that you were going to do it, otherwise I never would have agreed."
"Please, Bridget," the other girl said, turning away. "It is important to me that you sleep with the colonel. For the sake of our relationship."
"How can I?" Bridget asked, knowing well that she was going to do it anyway. "When I thought that you were going to be in the bed at the same time...."
"Could you torture me by making me watch it?" Theoni asked, a little too dramatically.
"If it would be torture for you then I couldn't possibly consider doing it."
The argument was played out for a few more minutes, with the Russian intruding every so often. Then, the man escorted Bridget upstairs and turned back to Theoni to say, "Help yourself to anything in the house."
There was only one thing that Theoni wanted to help herself to. She wanted to retrieve the valuable Lesbian Dildo that was worth a fortune.
Bridget's only job was to keep the man inside of the bedroom so that her friend could search the house without being detected.
Once they were in the bedroom, the redheaded beauty stood perfectly still, shivering a little from nervous tension. This was not an act. At that time she had never been to bed with a man and she didn't know anything about cocks.
"Do not be frightened of me," the Russian groaned as he took the girl's hand and kissed it.
She tensed a little bit and then he pulled her close to his body so that he could rub the front of his body against the front of her body.
He pushed her back against the wall and she could feel the solid lump that was growing in the front of his pants. The man chuckled a little.
Then the girl said, "Colonel Krazinsky, you do know that...."
"Please," he interrupted. "You must call me Igor when we are making love."
"Igor?" she repeated as the man lifted her up from the ground and carried her to the bed.
When he set her down on the bed he began to peel her clothes off. He remarked on each new beautiful spot that he was revealing.
Then, when Bridget was completely naked, he pressed his lips down against hers. His thick and powerful tongue was rubbing against her lips and finally she parted her lips and permitted his tongue to enter the confines of her mouth.
It was different from the way that she felt when a girl kissed her. This man's tongue was thick and rough and the taste was unusual for Bridget.
As he pulled his lips gently away from hers, he smiled, "Lips that have tasted pussy juice! I myself know the wonderful flavor of pussy juice."
Bridget shivered a little and then the man stood up and stripped out of his clothes. He revealed a massive body that was covered with thick black hair and a lance that was standing out straight in front of his body.
Taking the girl's inexperienced hand, he brought it up to the shaft of his cock. But, as soon as the girl touched the flesh of the cock, she pulled away.
"What is so frightening, my little dove?" Igor asked the girl.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Your cock feels so hot to the touch."
"Of course it feels hot. I am hot because I am with you!" the man said.
"B-but, it was like touching a stove," the girl said. "I didn't know it would feel like that."
Igor laughed and took the girl's hand. He pressed her hand against her own pussy lips and said, "Feel that. You are also just as hot as I am." Then he brought her hand to his cock and said, "What is so exciting about sex with you is that you do not take my body and my cock for granted. You are, not used to having a man around you."
He pushed her down onto the bed and she could feel his broad and hairy chest rubbing back and forth against the smooth and sensitive flesh of her nipples.
She could feel the scratching sensation and it was very different from the way she felt when she was rubbing her breasts against the smooth flesh of another girl's body.
She could also feel his thick cock that was rubbing back and forth across the patch of wispy reddish pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips.
There was some moisture at the tip of the cock head and she could feel it as it was rubbed into the hairs. When the cock started to slide back and forth against the moistened snatch of pussy hairs, the girl could feel the wetness being pressed into her body.
The powerful hands were rubbing at her body and kneading the flesh. She shut her eyes and tried to think about enjoying the feel of the man's hands, but she could not.
Bridget was aware of the fact that the man who was feeling her up did not have the gentle and loving hands that she was used to. Bridget liked to be felt up by a girl.
Then, the man arched his hips back and he pressed his cock head against her cunt lips.
Immediately, there was something that the girl did like. After all of the negative comparisons that she had been drawing to her usual lesbian liaisons, the girl realized that she liked the feel of the cock.
Usually when she had been fucked by a dildo, the first sensation that she would feel would be the cold plastic against her pussy lips.
In time, as the dildo would move against her cunt flesh, the plastic would take on the temperature of her body and it would get warmer. But, until that happened, there would be an uncomfortable and almost gluey feeling on the surface.
Now, with the cock slamming in and out of her pussy, she could feel the fleshy warmth that was rubbing against her cunt. meat.
The cock slammed all the way into her twat and then it pulled back out of her slit. She could feel a thrill rushing through her body in reaction to the movement of the hard dick.
In a moment, the man was working his dick up and down in the girl's hot hole. She could feel the flare of his cock head as it was urging more and more of the juice out of the girl's pussy. When she closed her eyes she enjoyed it even more.
With her eyes shut, she could feel the erotic stimulation in her cunt. There was a tingling that was glowing in her pussy flesh and rushing out to the rest of her body.
And, when her eyes were closed, she didn't have to be aware of the hairy man who was on top of her. She didn't want to have to think about his presence.
Bridget could not explain why she had never been turned on by hairy flesh and by brawny, hard bodies. She didn't know why she liked smooth flesh that was pulled over gentle curves of rounded breasts and hips.
The only thing that the girl knew was that this was the way she was. She knew that she would never change and that male bodies would never bring her pleasure.
But, now that she was on the bed with this man, with his cock up her pussy, she remembered that her friend was searching for the valuable dildo a: i that when she found that they would be rich. It was by keeping the man's cock in her cunt that Bridget managed to keep him occupied and give Theoni a chance to search the rest of the house.
But, just then, the door of the room opened softly and as Bridget looked up, Theoni entered.
The man did not hear the door opening, but he became aware of the change in Bridget's body. He looked up from what he was doing and he smiled at Theoni.
"You have changed your mind about joining us, Theoni?" the Russian asked.
She nodded her head and started to pull her clothes off. Igor kept on fucking Bridget's cunt and he was watching Theoni. Then, when the brown-haired girl was naked, she jumped onto the bed.
Theoni pulled Bridget's face to hers and kissed the girl. The Russian sighed when he saw that.
He pulled his cock out of Bridget's pussy and began to work it into Theoni's cunt.
Bridget was relieved to have the cock out of her. Even though she had started to enjoy the friction of the cock sliding back and forth over her pussy flesh, she didn't like the hot contact of the large and burly man on top of her body.
In a second, the Russian was fucking Theoni's pussy and the two girls were still kissing.
Then, the anxious man, not knowing which way to turn first, pulled his cock out of the brown-haired girl's cunt and began to lick down their bodies.
He was nibbling on one nipple and then turning to the other girl to lick her nipple. His teeth would catch a bit of reddish pussy hair and then his tongue would lick at some brown pussy hair. Finally, he began to lick and suck at both of the pussies.
As his fingers pressed into Bridget's hips, he sighed, "A pussy that has only known the tongues of gentle and delicate women. It has never known a real man's tongue that could shove into the depths and really lick it dry!"
Then, he slashed his tongue against the cunt lips and pushed it in between. With his tongue occupied there, Bridget looked up at Theoni and tried to find out what had happened.
But Theoni was occupied with something else. Lifting up a lamp, the brown-haired girl smashed it down hard over the back of the Russian's head.
Bridget felt the tongue going limp in her pussy and she pushed the Russian's head away as she said, "We were supposed to do this without getting his suspicion!"
"But we couldn't!" Theoni explained, jumping from the bed and getting her clothes.
"What happened?" Bridget asked, looking back at the unconscious Russian as she pulled her own clothes on.
"The dildo wasn't in any of the other rooms. There's only one other choice. It has to be in this bedroom suite!" Theoni said. "We've got to search fast."
The valuable thing was hidden in the top of a clothes closet.
As the girls left with it, Bridget looked back at the slumped form of the naked man.
He was the first man she had ever fucked.
He would most-likely be the last.
He had served his purpose. She didn't think she'd have to resort to fucking a man in the future.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bridget's memories were interrupted when Katrin called out, "It's almost morning now, Samantha. Can you start getting it yet?"
"Sure," Samantha said, getting up and standing in front of the phone.
She was not going to take any chances. She did not want Katrin to see what number she was dialing and when Effie answered the phone, she didn't even call the girl by her name.
"Sorry to disturb you so early, precious," Samantha said. "I want you to go to that post office box that we have in Nob Hill Station. You'll find a key in an envelope that will open a locker at the train depot.
"Inside that locker you'll find a package. Bring that package to my apartment."
Then Samantha hung up the phone. Everyone turned to look at Wilma, first regaining consciousness from the knock she had received on the head the previous night, groaned.
"Well, I see that you're finally reviving, Wilma," Katrin said with a smile.
"Too bad you won't be free much longer," Samantha snapped.
Wilma reached for her gun, but found that it was not there. Then Katrin said, "I'm terribly sorry, Wilma, but it was a necessary move on my part. You can always come back to me if you get released after twenty years or so."
As Samantha came over to Bridget, who was sitting with her back to the black-haired girl, she reached out and began to massage the redheads neck.
The clock ticked slowly until there was a knock on the door. Samantha opened the door and Effie was standing there with the package.
"Thanks, precious," Samantha said, taking the package from the blonde girl.
Effie looked into the room and then said, "Good luck," as she stepped away from the apartment.
Placing the package on the table, Katrin and Joanna rushed over to it. They pulled the paper from it and then stood the thick black dildo up on its end.
There was a moment of silence and then Katrin pulled a knife out as she said, "We must make certain that this is the real thing."
She began to chip at the layer of black enamel which covered the dildo. But, as she kept on scraping away black enamel pain, she found that there was just an enamel surface underneath it.
Katrin kept on working with the knife as if she hoped that something would happen. She wanted some miracle to turn the enamel into the precious stones she wished to see.
There was sweat standing out on her brow and a look of horror on Joanna's face.
"It's a fake!" Katrin screamed out. "It's a fake!"
"You fool!" Joanna screamed at the large woman, tears running down her face. "This is all your fault! You clumsy idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot!"
Katrin froze for a moment and then she looked at Bridget with fire in her eyes.
Samantha also turned to Bridget and snapped, "Okay, you've had your little joke. Now, tell us where the real one is, Bridget!"
"I swear that's the one I took from Colonel Krazinsky's house in Hong Kong!"
"That Russian!" Katrin said, stabbing the knife into the table.
"You fool!" Joanna cried out. "You were so clumsy! You let him know that you wanted it. You gave him a chance to replace it with a different one!"
"Maybe he never had the real Lesbian Dildo in the first place?" Bridget offered.
But, the other two women looked at each other and Katrin said, "That's it! He still has it." They both pretended that they didn't even hear what the girl had said to them.
A smile broke out across Katrin's face as she said, "I have tracked it down for eighteen years, another few months won't matter too much." She looked at Joanna and said, "What do you say? Shall we head to Hong Kong again?"
"You and me together?" Joanna asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Katrin looked to the couch and cried out, "Where is Wilma?"
Everyone looked at the door, which was standing open. It was clear that Wilma had left, frightened that they were going to send her to jail for the murders.
Chuckling in the back of her throat, Katrin said, "Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Samantha. Now, if you would be so kind as to return my ten thousand dollars...."
"I kept my part of the deal!" Samantha purred. "You got your thing! It isn't my fault if it turned out not to be what you wanted!"
"Come now. Let's be fair," Katrin said, pulling a pistol quickly and pointing it at Samantha's heart. "There is no reason why any one of us should suffer the whole loss."
Slowly, Samantha pulled the ten bills out of her dress. She peeled one of the thousand dollar bills slowly off the pile and said, "This is for my expenses."
As Katrin took the other nine bills, she chuckled and said, "You're a remarkable woman. Are you sure that you don't want to join us on our trip to Hong Kong?"
"Thanks for the offer," Samantha said, Wrapping her arms around Bridget.
Then the two women left the apartment. As soon as they were out, Samantha picked up the phone and said, "Get me the police." When she was connected with Lieutenant Branigan, she said, "I know who killed Jakoby and Thursby. It's a girl named Wilma. She's a big blonde in a gray suit. Watch her, she's armed.
"She works for a character named Katrin Gutman. There's also a little dancer named Joanna Cairo who's mixed up in the operation. Pick them all up. It's a complicated story, but they were all in on a plot that cost a lot of lives."
Bridget was shocked at what she heard over the phone. She hadn't expected the beautiful girl to turn in the others and she was concerned about her own well-being.
"Okay," Samantha snapped. "Now you have to level with me!"
"Level?"
"You killed Millie Alquist! I know that you did it!" Samantha snarled. "She was too much of a pro to have gone down that blind alley with, her gun in her dress and the buttons closed around it. But she would have gone down there with you, precious!
"She was just horny enough to have licked her lips for a chance to get up your pretty pussy. And you could have stood right next to her and put a bullet through her tits. Why did you do it? Why did you kill Millie Alquist?"
"I didn't mean to!" Bridget started to cry as she pressed against Samantha's body.
"You wanted to get rid of Theoni Thursby! You figured that Millie and Thursby would meet and one of them would be killed. If Thursby was dead you would have her out of the way and you would be able to get all the money when the dildo was delivered.
"And if Millie got killed, you would have seen to it that Thursby was set up for the murder. That was it, wasn't it?" Samantha snarled.
When Bridget nodded, Samantha said, "But when you saw that it wasn't working out, you figured that you had to do it yourself. You killed Millie with Thursby's gun. But what you didn't know was that at the same time, Katrin had sent her hit lady to kill Thursby so that you would be scared into giving yourself up."
"That's it!" Bridget cried out.
"And then when you were alone, you came back to me. You needed someone to protect you."
"I would have come back to you eventually," Bridget sighed. "You know that, don't you? I knew from the first that I needed you and that...."
"How many others have heard that same line?" Samantha hissed under her breath.
"It's the truth! I love you, Samantha! I really love you!" she cried out.
"And I love you, precious. You'll probably get twenty years. With time off for good behavior you could be out of Tehachapi in sixteen years. I'll be waiting for you."
Bridget stepped back and then laughed a little as she said, "Don't say that, Samantha. Even as a joke." She forced another laugh as she said, "I thought for a moment that you were serious...that you really meant what you were saying and...."
"I do mean it, precious," Samantha said, reaching out and running her lingers along Bridget's elegant neck. "I just hope that they don't hang you by your pretty neck."
"Surely Millie did not mean as much to you as I did!" she screamed.
"She was my partner and when your partner is killed...." Samantha hesitated and said, "I don't know if any of this will mean anything to you, but I'll make one attempt and then forget about it. When my partner was killed, it didn't matter what I thought of her. I had to do something about it.
"It just so happens that I am in the detective business and when one of us is killed it's bad for all detectives everywhere.
"That's all on one side of the scale. On the other side there's this; I love you, maybe, and you love me, maybe." Then there was silence for a moment.
"You know if you love me or not! If you really love me you wouldn't need anything else on that side!"
"In that case all I can say is this!" Samantha shouted as if she were trying to drown out the pleas of the redheaded .beauty. "I won't take the rap for you because everything inside of me wants to do it and because I don't want to walk in Thursby's shoes and...who knows how many others there were before her?"
Bridget collapsed in the chair and was crying as Samantha came over to her and said, "You're the kind of sweet and lovely little innocent who always finds someone to take care of you. I always hated dykes like you. You play on your femininity and use the tough broads whenever you happen to need them.
"Do you even realize that you've never eaten my pussy?" Samantha asked.
"Eaten your pussy? You're gonna send me to jail and you're talking about cunt lapping?"
"Now, that's the selfish kind of thinking that I'm talking about!" Samantha snapped. "I ate your pussy and then you said that you were too tired to lick mine."
Bridget' gasped and said, "I-I never ate a pussy in my life."
"What the hell kind of dyke are you?" Samantha screamed. Then she raised her hand and said, "Don't tell me! I know! You're the kind of dyke who-likes to lie back and let someone else do you!"
The beautiful redheaded girl nodded her head when she heard that. Samantha pushed her to her knees.
Bridget looked up at Samantha and swallowed hard for a moment. Then the black-haired beauty pulled her skirt up and revealed her black lace panties.
"Take my panties down!" Samantha commanded. "With your teeth!"
Bridget was shocked by the command, but she reached up with her teeth and grasped at the fabric. She started to pull the fabric down and she could feel the wispy black pussy hairs rubbing against her gums.
As she slid the front of the panties down, her upper lip was turned inside out and pressed against the snatch. Then she lost her grip on the thin fabric and it snapped right back where it had been.
Bridget realized that she had to move to the side of the tall black-haired beauty so that she could tug on the panties and roll them down from the other girl's hips.
She pulled the clinging fabric from Samantha's rounded ass cheeks and her upper teeth rubbed along the firm and smooth flesh.
Then she was able to move back around to the front of the girl's body and she pulled her panties down, rubbing her upper lip against the soft hairs of her snatch.
With her panties off her rounded hips, Samantha moved her legs back and forth to let the thin bit of black fabric slide down her legs.
Once the panties were at her feet so that the beautiful black-haired girl could spread her legs wide apart, she stepped out of the bit of black fabric and kicked the panties across the room.
"Now, lick me!" Samantha groaned under her breath. "Lick my pussy."
Bridget brought her inexperienced lips up to the moist and wrinkled pussy flesh that was guarding the entrance to Samantha's hot pussy.
First she brushed her shut mouth against the flesh. She could immediately feel the moisture that was seeping there. Then she opened her mouth and pressed her lips against the cunt lips, tasting the succulent flavor of the pussy juice that was on the lips.
And then the girl darted her tongue out and rubbed it against the wrinkled cunt lips. She slid her tongue down one side of the pussy slit and then she slid her tongue up the other side.
Pushing her tongue firmly against the cunt lips, she felt them separating and she arched her head back so that she could work her mouth muscle deeper against the tightly clinging cunt lips.
She could feel the lips of the pussy that were clasping around her invading tongue and trying to keep her from entering, but she managed to push them apart.
Once she had her tongue tightly in the cunt slit, she began to work her mouth muscle back and forth, tickling at the flesh that was fringing the hole and exciting that most sensitive flesh with a combination of hot and gentle touches.
Samantha tucked her skirt into her belt so that it would be out of the way. Then the girl who was on her knees began to work even harder at licking the twat.
When Bridget got up on her knees so that her ass was jutting up in the air, Samantha leaned over and pulled the girl's skirt up. Then she began to peel her panties down until her ass was revealed.
There were still some pink welts on Bridget's bottom from the whipping that she had received at the hands of Joanna Cairo. Samantha rubbed her hand over the rounded cheeks and then she grabbed the black enamel dildo from the table.
While Bridget was sucking and licking at her pussy, Samantha pressed the broad head of the black dildo against the girl's pussy slit.
She began to press the dildo against the wrinkled flesh of the cunt and then she managed to push it so that it parted the cunt lips and entered the confines of the vagina.
Working the dildo deeper and deeper into the cunt, she could feel the pussy flesh that was separating in front of the jabs of the enormous prong.
At first Bridget seemed to get tense with the contact of the dildo against her delicate flesh, but then she started to enjoy it more and more. She was actually backing her hips into it.
Bridget spread her legs and ripped the fabric of her panties so that she could get her cunt lips further apart and manage to take even more of the thick dildo into her body.
And, with the dildo jabbing against her flesh, the girl was shoving her tongue more anxiously into the confines of the other girl's cunt.
This was the first time that Bridget was eating out a pussy, but she was doing a good job of it. With the drooling cunt cream that was sliding down her tongue, she was enjoying it very much.
And then, as she felt the walls of the pussy growing thicker around her tongue and holding her tongue in place where it was, she started to push even harder against her tongue.
When Bridget was pushing harder against the pussy flesh that only helped to excite the cunt flesh even more and soon the girl was fighting to work her tongue up into the pussy.
The flesh that was around her tongue had filled up with cunt cream and so it was difficult for the girl to get her tongue into the confines of the spongy flesh.
But, as she pushed, she finally managed to get her tongue up into the recesses of the twat.
With the black dildo exciting the depths of her own pussy, the girl heaved a great sigh. She could feel the same thickness in her own pussy flesh that she was tasting against the cunt flesh of the beautiful black-haired girl who was standing over her.
As she felt the explosion inside of her twat and she felt her cunt meat collapsing around the thick black dildo that was stuffed inside of her, she gasped and thrust her tongue up inside of the twat with even more power.
The cunt flesh collapsed around her tongue and Samantha was in the midst of an orgasm.
When the black-haired beauty felt her pussy wriggling and undulating around the invading tongue, she pressed her legs on both sides of the young girl's face.
Samantha also became a little wild with the dildo that she was wielding. She pushed it even deeper into Bridget's cunt and the girl collapsed to the floor.
But, when Bridget collapsed to the floor with the dildo still locked in place between her legs, she still had her tongue stuffed all the way up into Samantha's pussy slit.
The two of them were locked together in that position for a long time and then there was a knock on the door. Samantha pushed the redheaded girl's face away from her cunt. Then she rushed around Bridget's body and began to work the dildo out of her slit.
"It's the police! Open up!" Came a voice from the other side of the door.
"I'm coming!" Samantha called out as she plucked the big dildo from the other girl's cunt. Then she straightened out her own skirt and Bridget had the presence of mind to pull up her panties and straighten out her skirt as she stood up.
Opening the door, Samantha saw that it was Lieutenant Branigan. She nodded to the man and then turned to the girl who had just eaten her pussy as she said, "She's the one who killed Millie."
"Come along," one of the police officers said, taking Bridget by the wrist.
The lovely redhead looked over her shoulder, stunned that Samantha had been so cold-hearted to her.
For a moment, the black-haired beauty was in the room with the police lieutenant and then she tossed him the black enamel dildo, saying, "This is what the whole fuss was about. It's an important piece of evidence."
Weighing the thing in his hand and realizing that it was still sticky from Bridget's pussy juice, the police lieutenant said, "What is this anyhow, Samantha?"
Smiling a cocky half-smile, the lesbian said, "It's the stuff that wet dreams are made of!"
He brought it to his nose and sniffed the pussy juice.
Samantha smiled. With Bridget going to the women's prison, no man would taste that sweet cunt cream for a long, long time.
