Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Doppelganger Part: Chapter 19 of 31 Summary: Justin was born with a little extra - a set of female sex organs - but that was just the beginning. Keywords: mffff, oral, public Language: English Copyright: 2005 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* INTRODUCTION Justin Rogers was born with something special - a complete functional set of female sex organs. Eventually he found they didn't really belong to him but to his twin sister Tina who spent much of her early life sharing his body. Since she is able to emerge from and rejoin him, they share their memories, their experiences, and their sexual desires. ********************************************************* PREVIOUSLY Justin and Tina's friends Katie, Tyler and Leslie have found their "enemy" Ainslie was being abused by a friend of her father. Rather than rejoicing in her troubles, they expressed their willingness to forget their differences in the face of her more serious danger. Katie's cousin and his partner have less than willingly assisted the friends in their plans to neutralise the perpetrator. ********************************************************* "So this is the fabled Justin?" Justin looked at Katie wondering what tales she had been spreading. He knew the gist of the conversation from three days earlier - even if Tina hadn't been with him right at that moment, they had merged several times during the interval and it only took once to bring each other up to date even if they didn't always realise it immediately. "Er, Yes", he answered. "And do you, like our darling little cousin apparently, swing both ways?" Frank and Russ were enjoying the teenager's confusion. "Not really" was the honest reply as Justin though of how he had not shirked his turn when the girls had been teasing, and indeed tormenting - in a most enjoyable way, Katie's younger brother David. Though he had been wholly girl-orientated before Tina had come back into his life, their unique bond meant he had experienced her insights into pleasuring and being pleasured by a male as much as she found herself enjoying a Sapphic encounter. Though none of the group had extended their anal encounters beyond a teasing fingertip Justin certainly knew, more than the two gay men before him could imagine since it involved the same organ, the intricacies of both giving a blow job and getting blown. His attraction to other males had a narcissistic quality however; Tina had only fucked him - the fooling around with Katie's brother had been inconsequential - and it left him with impressions of most unusual masturbatory activity rather than with a lust for other men. For Frank and Russ, who looked from Justin to each other and then back again, "Not really" implied "I did but I don't" or maybe "I don't but I might"; it might though just have been "No, but I don't want to appear critical of YOUR lifestyle". Both men, happy with each other, could see why Kate liked the physical male; they wondered if the personal male was just as attractive and then decided he probably was if she was as besotted by him as she appeared. The teenagers had brought a small parcel with them and opened it to show a range of electronic marvels. Frank and Russ were amazed, especially when Katie proudly gave her younger brother the credit. Frank was still musing over his young cousin's abilities when he realised that somewhere along the way he had agreed to drive the pair over to Ritchie's house. Replaying the conversation he discovered he had made the promise BEFORE they finished providing the rest of the information about what they intended. He could have objected but didn't even put up a token resistance this time, though Russ decided to stay behind. His argument to Frank was that, at least that way there was someone available to bail them all out, or to fill out all the paperwork at the hospital. Katie stayed up front with Frank when he dropped Justin off then drove slowly around a couple of blocks, avoiding the street where Justin was active. Dressed in some of his older clothes, Justin went along from door to door with a photo of him holding a dog. It had a prominent brown patch on an otherwise white face and he hoped people would remember the photo rather than his own appearance. By visiting a selection of houses he would establish some credibility if Ritchie found him on his property. The story was the same. "I live two streets over and my dog got out last night. He was seen heading in this direction and I was wondering if you might have seen him?" The responses were of course "Nah" with a few "Piss off kid!". Justin was wasting his time if no-one was home at 568 but, if there was... The insurance business pays off because people are willing to lose a little with the knowledge they won't lose big; Justin was no different. There was no answer to his knock on the door and Justin carefully went down the side of the house. "Hello?" Still no-one. He took a deep breath. NOW was the real risky part. He looked around as casually as possible - just seeing his dog hadn't strayed here, that was all - no, no-one was watching. A glance through a window; the room was empty - that was about all they could depend on. Oh well. Justin leaned against the wall and Tina was inside. Justin continued down the street looking for his little lost dog. If he was being observed then he needed to be able to show them he wasn't hanging around long enough to be trouble and thereby perhaps avoid it. --- Tina found the quiet house to be quite spooky. Not full of ghosts and monsters, although the latter was always a possibility if Ritchie was around, but rather the uncertainty of what was around her. At least in Ainslie's house she had Leslie's description of the layout. She had arrived in a bedroom which didn't appear to currently be in use; it certainly didn't have a bed in it. There also didn't seem to be much else of interest. An old wardrobe had some clothes hanging in it that looked even older and there were miscellaneous papers in a drawer - old bills mainly, with quite a few marked "DUE" or "OVERDUE". She moved on. The kitchen wasn't unclean but the sink had more than one days dishes piled up on both the dirty side and in the drying rack. It looked like Ritchie took from the clean side until it was empty and only washed when he ran out. Tina guessed that the plates and cutlery never made it away. She had a quick look in the fridge but there was nothing unusual there. On to the lounge... This looked more interesting. Quite a bit of expensive electrical equipment. If Ritchie had come by it honestly there was certainly some question whether the money to pay for it had been earned that way. Also interesting was the shelf of tapes and DVDs. Ritchie, it seemed, liked watching movies but wasn't interested in more than a very specific genre. Tina half expected to see a box of tissues by the side of his chair. She looked without touching wherever possible and wiped away any traces of her fingerprints as she went. She would just have to hope no-one would be looking for footprints on the kitchen floor though they might have trouble actually getting one of her feet to compare it against. Even if somehow taken into custody the police might find it harder to keep her there. Another bedroom, also unused, but containing boxes this time. "Hmm looks like Scuzbucket isn't above a little theft, or maybe receiving stolen goods." They were light enough and Tina turned them over to open some of them at the bottom where it wouldn't be immediately noticeable. The boxes contained a mixture of clothing; reasonable quality business shirts still in individually sealed packaging; a range of lingerie, mainly assorted knickers with a box of bras. Relying on the labels which seemed correct there were another two of packaged pantyhose and some men's underwear. The next room did have a bed, roughly made, and it appeared to be Ritchie's. There were a couple of magazines just visible out one side of the bed and some discarded clothes in a corner - apparently the laundry was done on the same basis as the dishes. A small cane bin held a pile of crumpled paper; Tina had found the tissues! "Ugh!" A check of his drawers found a small roll of notes; Ritchie must not carry all his cash at once. Tina wasn't tempted to take them - Ritchie might notice the absence and realise his house had been entered plus there was only one place Tina would be able to carry them and she had no idea what nasties might be on the notes. No, if they collected them later she would pass them to Justin or else she would bring a lube covered plastic bag. Her last check was back in the kitchen where she had noticed a telephone index. There was a notepad next to it and she tore out a couple of pages before jotting down the few numbers listed. She didn't know which, if any, would be useful but it gave them a possibility to check out whether any of them had a criminal background which could also be useful. Turning around she realised there was an extra door that she hadn't looked at earlier. She had thought it was just a pantry but now realised the foodstuffs had been elsewhere. Opening the door, Tina found a dark stairway but the light switch was easy to locate on the inside of the door frame. She made her way down into a small workshop. Two well secured doors opened through an angled area where roof met the opposite wall. They allowed more generous access than the kitchen door provided but the cobwebs implied they hadn't been opened in a while as well as indicating the quality of the owner's housekeeping. Unfortunately there were no signs of printing press with sheets of freshly printed counterfeit bills; no sign of an old chair with bloodstained ropes. She couldn't tell WHAT Ritchie actually did there but it didn't appear to be particularly helpful to them. She climbed the stairs again and switched off the light after putting the folded paper into her mouth. --- Justin coughed and put his hand in front of his mouth. The woman standing before him failed to notice it came away with a small wad of paper in it. "Sorry." "Well as I was sayin', I ain't seen a dog like that round here. Hope you find it though." "Thanks anyway." Justin put his hand into his pocket and decided he had done enough. He walked around the corner and waited for Katie and Frank to drive by again. Now they had to come up with a plan. --------------------------------------------------------- As he realised the siren and flashing lights were directed at him Ritchie cursed his own procrastination in not getting his piston rings seen to. His car was blowing more than a little blue and not just after the traffic lights went green. Now he'd HAVE to get them seen to and would probably have less cash to do it with! He was only mildly concerned about the jewellery in his pocket. He HAD found it after all and should be able to argue he was only holding it to see if a reward had been offered if it was even detected. It was certainly safer in his pocket than hidden in the car if the two officers behind him had any intentions of carrying out a thorough inspection while defecting his vehicle. He turned off the engine and pulled out his papers ready to take his scolding. "Please get out of the vehicle, keeping your hands where we can see them." "Oh damn!" Ritchie muttered, "I had to get some fucking officious type who's so far up himself he pisses out his mouth!" He slowly got out, following the officer's orders, and then turned towards the car, stretching his arms out over the roof as instructed. An officer came up behind him and took one arm off the roof at a time to handcuff him while his partner covered Ritchie. He then finished patting down his secured prisoner, checking him for secreted weapons. "All this for a bit of smoke?" Ritchie was otherwise speechless. It took mere seconds for the officer to find the knife concealed in a nifty holster on Ritchie's forearm. It wasn't big but it didn't look like he used it for peeling apples. It took barely any longer to disclose the lump in Ritchie's pocket had nothing to do with him being happy to be patted down by the officer. "You're under arrest for carrying a concealed weapon." It would do for now, any additional charges could wait until after a formal interview; the diamond bracelet he had pulled out looked a little rich for this guy to be giving his girlfriend. The officer made sure Ritchie was aware of his rights and sat him in the caged back of the patrol car. Others had arrived and would give the vehicle a more careful examination while he dealt with the prisoner. As the policeman settled Ritchie he found the situation funny - peculiar, not Ha Ha. The Dispatcher had warned that the suspect had a prior for violent behaviour yet he had rolled belly up as soon as they had pulled him over. Maybe all the car chase shows with the corny scripts had made a difference after all and he knew he wouldn't get away. Of course, the officer knew the networks wouldn't show the successful escapes. At least until the other ratings plunged. He wasn't about to complain that his job wasn't hard enough though. --- The big discovery occurred while they were still waiting for Dispatch to let them know that the other team had located the mugging victim and the witness who had phoned in the report. It was a nuisance that they had the criminal but no crime - yet that was preferable to the other way around. The bag secreted under the passenger's seat wasn't hard to find - the teenagers hadn't intended that it should have been during an actual search, only that Ritchie shouldn't notice it beforehand. Despite their own apparent youth, the officers checking the car were experienced and had no trouble. The contents of the bag matched the description of a recent robbery and that made them look more closely at the similar item found on their captive's person. A check over the radio confirmed it was part of the haul. Suddenly their mugger was of more interest and two detectives found their weekend interrupted; a willing interruption in view of the break in what had been an otherwise "impossible" case. Ritchie, it seemed, was going down - and not in the manner he had required from Ainslie (unless he met someone who wasn't prepared to take "No!" for an answer). ********** Adam Brandt had represented Ritchie Oldes before so he knew the sort of person arraigned on the charges set out in the documents spread over his desk. Covered in burgundy-coloured leather it was a graduation present from his father and was probably the only ostentatious item in his respectable but not particularly prosperous practice. He didn't particularly believe his client's protestations of wounded innocence and a supposed frame up by unknown third parties - that sort of argument had never proved particularly convincing in the past - but he WAS professional enough to do everything he could to strengthen the story his client wished to place before the court. It wasn't as if the Police case didn't contain its own little mysteries, ones they couldn't explain any better than he could. Perhaps one of those would provide the means of unravelling the case against Ritchie. Anyway, it was still early and the more he could do to weaken the case the better his position when it came time to plea bargain. Adam had no illusions about the strength of the stolen goods found on his client - who had stupidly commented on having the bracelet BEFORE Adam could arrive to direct Ritchie's responses; didn't he watch ANY television? Adam could only go through the evidence trying to find an inconsistency or some procedural error that might make some of it inadmissible. Did Ritchie WANT to go to jail? He took it chronologically. ********** Item 1 : The robberies. The jewellery had been taken from two private houses. They had alarm systems which, in one case, included video surveillance. In both cases the alarms had been turned off shortly after the owners had gone out. The video tape had gone haywire for all the cameras at the second house a little while beforehand and had remained useless until just after the alarm was reset. One house was unprotected for thirty seven minutes and fifteen seconds, the other for forty two, twenty. Ritchie insisted he had never, EVER, been near the area nor did he know anyone involved in the robbery. He certainly didn't seem the sort to have contacts on the inside and the Police reports effectively admitted their failure to link him to anyone likely to know the alarm codes either from the houses or from the single security company - one of the few other common factors but one offering no leads. Adam made notes to have the two households cross- checked himself, perhaps there WAS a common person involved, not necessarily the burglar but someone providing the information to make his job easier; Adam could only hope if he found one it didn't lead him closer to Ritchie. While it wasn't his job to help the Police find the real culprit, it WAS his job to show the jury that it was very possible someone other than his client did. The charge stood at receiving stolen goods rather than burglary itself; the Police couldn't make that stick YET but they were still looking. Ritchie was lucky that he COULD prove that he had legitimately purchased some of the other items found in his house. Buying and reselling stock from bankrupt businesses was a reasonable sideline even if it did look suspicious at first. ----- Nighthawk certainly didn't know any alarm codes, other than his own. He did however know a lot, an AWEFUL lot, about the security service used by the two home owners whose property had been stolen. Security firms would have secure computer systems, right? No outside links so there would be no chance of them being hacked into. Unless. Suppose you make use of a wireless network. That would be a weak point surely? Ah, but a good sysadmin knows that and makes sure anyone linking up has the correct authorisation codes. Score one against the hackers. But wireless networks are primarily useful to busy sales reps who want to plonk their laptops down and start work without connecting a lot of fiddly cables. The sort of person who spent a lot of time dropping in on potential customers; who might leave their laptop in their car while their dined, perhaps even overnight in their driveways; the sort of person who ignored all recommendations about passwords because THEY weren't interested in all that techno-crap. The sort of person who undermined the very company they worked for without even knowing it. Nighthawk had controlled the network, owned it essentially, for almost a year. He had long since copied the customer details file and a little program recorded the changes so he simply had to connect occasionally to keep it all up to date. The system administrator had no real reason to compare the salesman's access log against his physical presence in the office - the system reported few attempts to gain illicit access and was capably rejecting those. Nighthawk had the details of which premises were protected and by what sort and number of detectors. He even had descriptions of where they and the control panels were placed. But not the pin numbers. He personally had no intention of going physically to any of the locations listed. If he had he could have simply bypassed the alarms by setting them to test mode on the computer network that WAS available externally, and to which he had found full details in a document on the "safe" network. That would have left a trail which would have probably resulted in the loss of his most unofficial tenure with the company. No-one had been willing to pay the amounts required for THAT level of service. Instead Nighthawk sold information about specific sites - what the people (who, like him, remained anonymous) did with it was up to them. ----- Justin had waited impatiently in the bushes - that hour long ordeal was probably THE most dangerous part of the whole exercise. When the owner had finally driven up Justin had released his pent up breath in a sigh of relief - he was alone, that made it so much easier. He backed up to the house and waited just a little longer; the sound of a key turning in the lock and Tina was inside, triggering the alarm's countdown simultaneously with the owner. Justin quietly walked down the short driveway and quite naturally out onto the street; Tina was safer if he didn't hang around. The man dropped his keys and some papers onto a side table and stood in front of the keypad mounted out of the reach of younger fingers. He failed to notice the naked teenage girl making a mental note of each careful key press; she had rejoined her brother before the stranger even turned around. ----- There were two exceptions to the otherwise repeated procedure at the second house. The first involved Justin pointing what looked like a toy ray gun at the house before he walked up the drive. He kept it steadily aimed near the eaves until he had another device, torch shaped with a similar parabolic reflector extending the natural reflector where the bulb had been replaced. He switched the new device on and put the ray gun away. Justin's girlfriend's brother David was rightly proud of his electronic skills and enjoyed the challenge of proving he was as good as he said he was. He had been asked to research and construct an unusual device, one which wasn't something he could simply buy in kit form or even get the schematics for on the net. No, this had tested him. It had cost the five friends, both to find out the house had video protection and to get David to produce a solution. This time it had fortuitously turned out that most of the money had only been a loan instead of permanently coming out of their pockets. It was well worth it though, the disrupters worked perfectly. David had demonstrated them at the Mall and the others had been amazed to see TV after TV going snowy in turn before resuming their normal image of passers by as his "Magic Wand" had been directed towards the home video cameras on display. On the down side, the unit had to be reasonably close to the camera being affected. The IR transmitter would disrupt the CCD in the camera from almost anywhere in front of the lens but if the cone spread too far the signal became more attenuated and the image became visible through the snow. David would have preferred to use lasers but the power needs of the traditional kind were not conducive to a portable model, and the semiconductor kind just didn't have the oomph to do the job without a wave guide - and stringing optical fibres over someone's front yard MIGHT be a little suspicious. ----- The third house almost made them change their minds about helping Ainslie. Sensibly they had prepared some contingency plans before going onto any of the sites and that turned disaster into mere rout. Justin had been waiting in the bushes, yet again, when he heard a car pull up in the driveway. Unfortunately he stuck his head up to check just as the headlights swept past his hiding place. The movement made the passenger look again and the sight of a ski masked intruder caused her to shout and point. Justin had been watching the expression of horror spread across her face as his own grew. His heart began to thump even as he sprinted across the lawn. He had to get far enough away from any pursuit before he could head back to where he had stashed his bicycle. It would be a trade off between running fast enough to build up some distance and walking slowly so he wouldn't attract attention once the hue and cry started. The driver wasted little time getting out of the car; he hadn't properly seen what his wife was describing but there had been something shadowy momentarily in his rear mirror. If she said someone was lurking, there was a lurker! He was heading out the driveway when a sound made him turn. "Help!" The voice trembled; it was obviously feminine and distressed. A head appeared out of the bushes and then sunk onto the lawn. He turned back, calling to his wife at the same time. It was a girl, her naked back showing through the bushes as she made another effort and lifted herself to stumble another step forwards before collapsing again, this time to turn over, her extended arm falling across her face. As the man approached he couldn't help but look at her exposed body. She was a little grubby from the garden bed but that only emphasised her overt sexuality. Her breasts showed her incipient womanhood, her tufted growth made an arrowhead that drew his eyes legward. He started as his wife arrived behind him, guilty at being caught staring instead of helping. "You call the Police, *I* will help her. Better get an ambulance just in case." There was no sign of blood but a masked man and a naked girl was likely to mean one thing and a hospital was probably a good place for her to get the right kind of support even if she hadn't been physically harmed. She knelt by Tina's head. "Are you all right? What happened?" "M'okay. Water. Please. C'n I have a drink?" Without removing her obscuring arm, Tina used the other to make an indication that her throat was hurting. "Sure honey. Just a second." The woman went to the front door. "Harvey, bring out a drink with you and a blanket." She turned back but the girl was gone. Justin quietly retrieved his bike and they rode away. He wished ONE of the group, any one, had their licence! He was still quivering and it took a while for the shakes to settle. It was the nearest they had been to real danger and they didn't look forward to a repetition. That emotion lasted until they arrived at Katie's house, where they had supposedly been on each occasion they had been casing prospective houses. Then, on retelling their story (Tina sitting in clothes borrowed from Katie), the fear changed to a spirit of adventure and a feeling that, just perhaps, they were invincible. They never heard what the outcome was at house three. It seemed unadvisable to try to find out. ----- Katie joined them on the actual robberies. She insisted, or rather, INSISTED! The debacle of the third house, even if it hadn't resulted in their capture, made her worry about Justin, and Tina, if they didn't have her watchful eye to cover their backs. If they could have involved Tyler and Leslie for added protection she would have suggested that but neither Justin nor Tina felt quite ready to explain to them just how they were managing to get into locked houses. They had said they knew someone who could get hold of some stolen property to plant on Ritchie, insinuated that David's net contacts had linked them up - that had had to do. Justin had leaned against the front door and Katie took the opportunity to throw her arms around his neck and plant a quick kiss on his lips before the door opened behind him. A naked girl hurried them inside, looking past them to see if anyone was watching. They had arrived just before dusk. It meant they could look around without needing to turn on lights but, if they had to get out in a hurry and hide, it would soon be dark enough to aid in their escape. The security company had listed special items subject to separate insurance cover and also the absence of any kind of safe. In the first house the wife apparently had a couple of thousand dollars worth of jewellery that she felt was adequately covered by the security system. Since she and her husband paid for rent-a-cops to be sent to check on ANY alarm she probably wasn't unduly careless. Normally. To avoid leaving more clues than necessary, all three had surgical caps and gloves, ski masks being a little too obvious and Tina could always scrunch hers up and put it in her mouth. Tina also had a pair of surgical overshoes for her feet. In all other respects they were normally dressed teenagers; at least whenever a third of them are naked. The jewellery wasn't too hard to find - the master bedroom being the obvious place - but they had a further look around to see what else might be worth including. A burglar wouldn't leave something equally valuable behind would they? Katie found a purse, one with a nice little wad of money. It encouraged her to check for others and, when she had finished, there was nearly seven hundred dollars in an untidy pile on the bedspread. There was a little conscience searching but in the end they decided that, if she could afford to have it sitting around in her wardrobe, the owner could afford to fund their rescue plans. She also found a couple of toys, one of which she didn't really understand but figured must have a similar nature to the more phallic shaped items it was with. It reminded her of a butterfly but they didn't have time for her to work out how it should be used. Reluctantly she put them back. It would have been convenient to take them to try out (a little soap and water, or similar, taking care of any qualms about their second-hand nature) but their absence might be difficult to explain. They needed to implicate Ritchie after all. Then Katie had an idea. The butterfly was distinct enough. If it ended up with the loot Ritchie would be further connected with the burglary - he certainly wasn't likely to be trying to fence IT for some other burglar. The other's liked her plan. And if that gave her time to study it further well... that was just fortunate wasn't it. ----- The second house required Justin to turn the wand on remotely before they came into range of the camera. In the darkness he could just see the dim red glow around the lens area which showed its image was being disrupted. They took no chances though and approached with ski masks donned. It was why they had chosen night for this raid despite the need to light up the house. The same entry technique worked with Justin this time pulling Katie in for a kiss through the openings in their masks, it was definitely kinky especially outside of a house they were about to burgle. The jewellery was a bit harder to find, being kept in a lock box that felt right so they took it unopened while checking they hadn't missed it elsewhere. There was less than forty dollars in loose change and small notes; more pizza money than anything else but they took that as well. This time Katie found a couple of very explicit magazines in one of the smaller bedrooms; obviously a teenage boy. She checked with Justin and Tina and they agreed one wouldn't go astray as a present for David. It was a risk that connected them to the robbery but they figured if only one was missing the boy wouldn't be likely to connect it to the lost jewellery if he even noticed it was gone. They only hoped it wasn't his favourite stoke mag. Tina had to remind Justin to get the disrupter before they left. ********** Item 2 : The mugging. Though no charges had been laid as a result of the original report, Adam did have the details as set out by the Police. It was after all the reason they pulled him over in the first place; the supposed "Reasonable Cause" for putting him in handcuffs and searching both his person and then his car. Adam wasn't going to be able to maintain "Illegal Search", he had heard the tape of the phone call. His client HAD been identified explicitly enough that the arresting officer hadn't in any way exceeded his powers, no matter how unfortunately that turned out for Ritchie. The failure of the Police to find any trace of such a mugging, or of the witness who had failed to stay around as he had promised, was the one thing that DID support Ritchie's assertion he had been framed. Assuming of course that he didn't have a friend who might have taken care of the loose ends Ritchie had left behind. Adam didn't think so; Ritchie was a thug but he didn't seem to have the balls (or stupidity as an alternative) to go that far. ----- "Here he comes." Justin's voice came through the earpieces warning both girls to be ready. His own heads up had come through from the car park just over a minute before. This was the second weekend they had spent waiting for Ritchie to head into this particular shopping precinct. It had to be one he occasionally frequented - which this was - and also be one that was populated by young women who had extra spending money (either from lucrative jobs of from parents who had the money to spoil them) - ditto. Timing was all important for several reasons. They would have to appear natural to Ritchie but would also have to avoid suspicious security guards who might notice they were hanging around. Ideally there would be no-one else particularly close so they could complete the sting without interference. They would have no chance to repeat this plan - it would simply look far too suspicious if they appeared in front of their quarry a second time. Ritchie rounded a corner to see a young woman waving to her friend down the street. They were both very well dressed and the one close to him had quite a few boutique shopping bags next to her on one of the many benches sprinkled around. His eyes were drawn to her cleavage; it wasn't really the sort of top one often saw being worn shopping especially for one with her build - "Unfortunately", he thought. He spent so much time looking at her chest he wouldn't have been able to describe her face even 30 seconds later. "Cleavage Lady's" friend chided her for sitting there; Ritchie could imagine the woman's embarrassment without feeling the least sympathy for her. "Daddy" had probably paid for all her little packages, and her outfit, without a second thought while HE always seemed to be struggling to get by. "C'mon - You KNOW we've got to be there in twenty minutes!" The woman making all the fuss turned and headed off, not offering to come and help her friend with the parcels. Ritchie stopped to light a cigarette and to watch for opportunities. He didn't normally stoop to snatch and run - it was too risky, some do-gooder was just as likely to grab HIM - but he had managed to pick the odd pocket or handbag in his youth. He wasn't about to dip into anyone's pocket - he hadn't been practicing those skills for yonks; a purse tucked into the top of a bag though... If she was in a hurry to go somewhere she might not even notice it was missing until she'd arrived. The woman had a nice sparkly bracelet. It looked valuable though it would need a more-expert eye than his to be sure. "Damned fakes are getting too fuckin' good!" he thought. He had once risked his neck for something that turned out to be worth barely a hundred retail; at ten cents on the dollar (junk paid less than quality) he almost threw it away when he found out. He missed seeing the woman release the clasp on the bracelet; the safety chain had been conveniently broken beforehand so there was nothing to stop the bauble falling to the ground unseen as the woman gathered all her bags together and set off to catch her friend. Unseen except by the person who was meant to see it and by Justin who had been monitoring the whole operation. Looking ever so casually around, Ritchie sauntered over to the bench where he sat with his feet either side of the diamond bracelet. Checking again, he bent to retie his lace and, when he straightened, the jewellery had gone. Twenty seconds later all traces of Ritchie had as well. Twenty seconds after THAT, Katie and Tina watched him get into his car and drive off. Justin was on the phone. "Police? I'm at the shops in Nantesville on Baker Terrace and I want to report a mugging. No. No-one was hurt; he got scared off when I ran over. The lady is a bit shaky from having a knife shoved in her face but he didn't take anything from her. Anyway, what's important is we both got his number plate. He drove right past us trying to get away. Yes, ma'am." Following the officer's questions, Justin carefully mis- represented himself and then described the mythical getaway with the very real identification of Ritchie's car and the direction it was travelling. He then volunteered an accurate description of the knife Ritchie habitually carried. "I've got to help this lady for now. I'll be here when you turn up. Just catch the bastard; he looked like he was doped up and could harm someone else." He rang off before the officer could ask any more questions or give any instructions. The nattily dressed Leslie and the "wealthy slut" Tyler (would you call it the Paris Hilton look?) had changed before meeting him at the bus stop with Tina and Katie. They caught the first bus that came along, copying Ritchie in getting out of the area ASAP. ********** Item 2 : The mugging, continued. The police had obtained a court order to seize all the various surveillance tapes in the area that the mugging had supposedly occurred as well as the strip where Ritchie had allegedly been according to his own statement. There had been no sign of any disturbance, nor of anyone who could be said to even closely resemble Ritchie on the first set. The second set though; they were a real puzzle. The time of Ritchie's arrest was clearly identified from the camera in the arresting officer's car. The time taken to get to that point could similarly be calculated; in fact Adam had driven the route Ritchie said he had taken and had been pretty close to that calculation. Allowing a little leeway either side for traffic hold ups or for the possibly of Ritchie being a lead foot gave about a fifteen minute window around the time he had been reported leaving the stores. It was a consistency that was hard to fault. But... The two camera's covering the seat he had identified had produced nothing but snow for a period of three hours beforehand BUT had miraculously "recovered" towards the end of that very fifteen minute window. The police didn't try to explain it, and Adam couldn't - yet. If Ritchie had claimed aliens had landed in that walkway during the time in question Adam could have used the tape to convince any number of enthusiasts of a conspiracy to hide their visit. The other cameras gave distant blurred images of people who COULD be the ones Ritchie had described. Adam had seen more useful ones of a unicorn in the forest. These certainly couldn't be enhanced to suddenly show an identifying birthmark like some TV shows suggested. Perhaps Ritchie WAS telling the truth about a frame up. There were certainly enough discrepancies for Adam to give him the benefit of the doubt. ----- While Justin had made his phone call accusing Ritchie and setting the Police on his trail, Tyler and Leslie had been busily changing in a nearby toilet. Off came the glad rags to be exchanged for their more normal style of attire. The boutique bags were placed inside those from a department store that had been folded with their regular clothes. A quick rearrangement of the hair with a couple of scrunchies and they left separately, taking different routes to meet up with the others. Justin watched them leave. He had recovered the two disrupters he had placed at either end of the stretch of pavement. Now he used his "ray gun" to obscure his own appearance as he recovered the third that had watched people in the vicinity of the toilets. Ostensibly to keep an eye on perverts, it WOULD have shown two people going in and two different ones coming out and they couldn't have that. The snowy reception disappeared shortly thereafter and Justin headed to the bus stop where the girls were waiting. --- The bus took them about twelve kilometres to another transit hub in an outer suburb. On one side was a small shopping centre and on the other was a train station which would allow them to circle the city and finally catch a bus back home from the opposite side. First though was a little job that broke the girls' hearts. Tyler had certainly looked different in an outfit that presented her ample assets in a strategic manner, if her strategy was to have all the men around her (and Leslie of course) drooling; she had had fun. Leslie on the other hand had been dressed as she would have loved to be dressed every day. It was something from the daytime soaps (no-one else dressed like that every day). Both outfits were wonderful in their own way, though Tyler would have kept hers for special dress up rather than apres-school; she would love to have played the tart for Leslie. Both outfits were also brand new and expensive. Both outfits also had to go in the charity bins. Even Tina and Katie felt that a crime while knowing it had to be done. It was better to be done quickly and, with only a last furtive check (during the bus ride) that there had been nothing left in or on them, Justin was given the duty of dropping them through the chute. He then had the duty to cheer them up. The train took twenty minutes to arrive and they gathered in the almost empty subway to wait. The only benches looked as they had been subjected to the spillage of every known beverage and fast food item; they smelled like they had been subjected to the final digestive by- products of both. The group decided to stand. They found a less grimy patch of wall and Justin put an arm around Tyler and they leaned back together. Leslie then nestled under Tyler's other wing while Katie copied her on Justin's other side. Tina then joined the circle in the middle. No-one took much notice of them, there wasn't anyone really *TO* take any notice; people had generally already gone where they were going and weren't yet ready to come back. Leslie was trading smoochies with Tyler and Justin was sharing his time between Katie and Tina. Of course Tina and Katie were getting some serious lip lock themselves and Leslie teased Justin about missing out. He retaliated by using his arm to seize an unresisting, in fact giggling, Tyler and monopolised her attention for long enough that Leslie was beginning to get jealous. Tyler pulled her closer but instead of kissing away the ill humour she pressed her into Justin so they could get as much lip time. When they finished they found Katie and Tina still hadn't surfaced for air and indeed were resting their hands in naughty places. The others decided the only thing they could possibly do was protect public morals and decency by hiding the sinners from view. Justin and Tyler separated and Leslie took his arm instead. They formed a semi-circle in front of the two girls who grinned past the edge of their kisses. Justin looked around and then decided to help. He lifted the back of Katie's top and undid the clasps holding her bra. Reaching around under the top he lifted the cups out of the way and brushing his hands against his sister's as she reached for the bare breasts. The garment left an unsightly crumpled bulge over Katie's chest and the others agreed it distracted from the otherwise excellent appearance of Katie's bare boobs under the thin top. They helped Justin to remove it by slipping one strap down an arm and then pulling it out the other armhole. The bra ended up in a shopping bag and Tina's soon followed. It had been fun to watch Tina's fingers playing with Katie's mounds. So much so that everyone else wanted to join in. Justin stood behind Katie supporting her tits; she could feel him pressing into the crack between her ass cheeks. Tina still ran her hands all over Katie's chest, fiddling with the little knobs on the centre of each breast. Katie in turn kept a firm grip on each of Tina's nipples as both struggled to kiss while being assaulted by the other two. Tyler had her hand down Tina's front; Leslie down Katie's. Both found the area wet with exudate. The recipients of the trio's attentions decided, without words to simply let the others pleasure them while they kissed. Tina had lifted the front of Katie's top and, when she realised Tina had something else in mind, Katie copied her. Bare breast rubbed against bare breast with only Justin's hands to interfere and contribute in equal measure. Arms went around neck and back and their bodies rubbed closer. The back of Tyler's hand was crushed against the back of her own lover's and both tried to outdo the other to ensure firstly, the girls arrived before the train, and also as a challenge to see which could be made to come first. Tyler wished she had been positioned to invade Katie's pussy. They had started out learning about love together and would always have a special place in their hearts for each other. Tyler and Leslie were lovers, as were Katie and Justin and apparently Katie and Tina, but Tyler and Katie had been and had remained friends. It didn't really matter though, Katie would have fun and Tyler could lick her juices from Leslie's hand; she wouldn't miss out. The tannoy made a distorted announcement which could only mean the train was coming. Were the two girls? Katie was a little in the lead and Justin put his lips near her ear. It wasn't exactly sweet nothings but rather a suggestion of what he'd like to do to her once on the train. Katie didn't realise THAT was possible but the images she dreamed up had her dangling from his, Tina's and Leslie's arms. Ignoring anyone who might now come along, Tyler changed her position so she was standing behind Tina. She had to spin her hand around inside the tight confines of Tina's pants but that in some ways helped. She was now able to slide her fingers deep into Tina's cunt; to lift her bodily, supported only by the fingers resting in the crevice between her lips; to frig her furiously with soaked fingers. Tina released Katie and collapsed back against Tyler, her legs dangling above the ground jerking spastically as the orgasm struck her in Tyler's firm and encompassing embrace. They barely had time to adjust their attire before the train pulled up. They certainly didn't have time to recover and the other three supported the pair between them as they boarded. Like the platform, their particular carriage was near empty. An older couple sat down the other end, facing away. "Well" said an exhausted Katie to Justin, "was that all just talk?" "You've got to be joking; you haven't even had a chance to recover." "If you are going to do what you said you would I don't need to recover; I'm good for it now!" The others, including a happily stressed Tina, looked at Justin. "Hang on!" He got up and checked the following carriage. It too was near empty. "Okay!" He sounded a little unsure. "If you ladies would gather around I will need one of you watching the door and another checking out the window as we pull into the stations. The other will help be a sight screen. We need to have as much notice as possible if anyone's coming." "Except for me. If I'm coming I want it to be a surprise, a big surprise." The girls knew it had to be sexual but none could guess exactly what. Justin took out his wallet and removed a little packet. They watched as he tore it open and then Katie pulled down his zip and released his penis from his pants. Once again all eyes were on Justin as he rolled the rubber over his erection. He couldn't just plonk Katie on his lap, the front of his pants would be soaking, yet he hadn't REALLY expected to be fucking her on the train. It had been a fantasy for god's sake! Only it looked like it wasn't any longer. He lifted his bum and scooted his pants down to his knees. His coated prick stuck rigidly out the front of his boxers. He didn't mind if THEY got damp, it was certainly better that having his butt all sticky from the leather seats. Katie stood before him and indicated he should pull her pants down. They fell to her knees once over her hips and the floral decorated knickers soon followed. Justin had imagined her sitting on his lap, her back against his chest and her hands resting on his knees. Instead she pulled him forward (Justin gave thanks that he had kept his briefs on so that he slid rather than shuddered across the seat). There was now room for her knees on the seat and Katie swung a leg over the saddle and proceeded to sit herself on the saddle horn. Then she began to buck. Justin pointed out later that it was the horse that bucked in a rodeo. She mildly abused him as a pedant and asked whether he had enjoyed it. When he answered "Yes" she asked "So what are you complaining about." "It wasn't a complaint, just an observation." "Well look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't love to do it all over again." "Not right now but it might be fun with Leslie." He conceded he had earned the thump. Justin had no hope of hanging onto his sanity let alone his semen. Katie's cunt was itching to be filled from before and when he did the itching only got worse and she had to try to rub it. Justin's prick certainly found every little crevice inside her before she joined him in an exhausted oblivion. It had been so much fun. The whole bloody trip had turned out a wonderful outing. Katie hoped her lover, and herself, could recover before they got home. There should be SOMEWHERE at one of their four houses that they could get together. If worst came to worst she would take Tina to bed and make Justin talk to David or her parents or something so she could get Tina straight back if they were interrupted. No, that wasn't fair, Tina was not, by any stretch of the imagination, classed as "worst". They left the train and headed for the penultimate bus stop. Their clothes were filthy, prompting Tina to comment about 'Lust in the Dust'. No-one could top it, few of them had the strength to try. ***** Item 3 : The arrest. The knife was almost nothing. Now the mugging didn't feature on the charge sheet it wasn't "Assault with a Deadly Weapon" but merely "Carrying a Concealed Weapon". They weren't showing intent, simply the fact the knife had been hidden. If he had worn a sheath from his belt and kept it where it could be seen no-one would have complained - provided he didn't actually use it. Adam felt he could minimise the damage from that charge. If only he had been called by Ritchie before he had said the fateful words; "I don't know anything about THAT stuff. I found the bracelet down at the shops on Baker. I was going to see if anyone had reported it lost; it looked valuable; there might have been a reward." If there had been the bracelet alone, Ritchie's story would have been weak but plausible. With the other items in his car Ritchie's only hope would have been to suggest they had ALL been planted. THAT would have been a large pill to swallow but crims HAD set up their rivals on occasion and if Adam could have found a likely person to blame he might just have been able to convince a jury that Ritchie was innocent. On the further downside was the additional evidence found in Ritchie's house. There had been the additional proceeds from the second robbery, including the damaged lock box that had been found in his basement. Matching paint chips had been found on his workbench and on his chisel. None of it looked easy to argue away; none of it strengthened his case or weakened the prosecutor's. And then there had been the clothes and that damned vibrator! The owners of the first house hadn't mentioned either at first but when an officer called (with some sensitivity a policewoman had been sent) and asked whether such items had been stolen, the woman checked and was able to adequately describe the lingerie and (red-faced) the butterfly to make it a positive identification. It didn't do Ritchie any good to claim he had never seen them - there were traces of his semen on them! Ritchie was tied in to the burglaries and it was only that his alibi for the two times in question had held up with independent video evidence that WASN'T stuffed up for a change that he didn't face the more serious charges. ----- Knowing WHEN to break into Ritchie's was the easiest part. Braving the not unsubstantial dangers to do so definitely wasn't. Entry was essentially the same as the burgled houses but Ritchie had no alarm system. Instead he relied on bars over the "easy" windows and good solid doors front and back. Like the home owners, he hadn't for some reason replaced the older locks with dead locks and Tina could simply turn the latch to open the door. Justin joined her, a risky move, but they had been insistent that Katie NOT come this time; backed up by cousin Frank and his partner Russ she had been forced to wait listening to the noises of the bug as she did so and trying not to imagine each creak to be someone creeping up on them. Normally Justin would have left Tina to do whatever she had to while he headed for a safe spot. It wasn't cowardice, but an excellent strategy. At the first sign of trouble she would join him, sharing his body; and Tina still had the reflexes to outrace anyone - she would be gone before they had a chance to blink at the naked girl before them. In Ritchie's house she would need assistance and Justin couldn't let Katie be there while he walked away. That would have been cowardice. They had a mental checklist of what they had to do and Tina, who had a single short visit to explore the house was in charge of what was going to happen when and where. First was a trip to the basement. A previous owner had set up a small workshop and, though the tools had been removed the benches and vices were still there. Ritchie had put his own tools, a meagre set in relation to what had been there before but nevertheless useful. They had recovered a lock box from the second house that they had robbed. It felt like it contained the jewellery but they had held off finding out for sure. Now the box, wiped clean of any possibility of fingerprints, was placed in a vice where it was squeezed until the top bulged away from the side. Justin took a screwdriver and twisted it in the opening. He undid the vice and rested the box on end. A couple of blows from a hammer sprung the back and displayed some quite beautiful jewellery. "Perhaps we can continue the burglary caper and you can outfit Katie and me in expensive furs and diamonds." "That's quite a lovely picture. Two naked beauties wearing only high heel shoes, a fur stole and diamond choker and bracelets. I can't think of a better reason for starting a life of crime." "We've already started, I'm talking about continuing." "Well we are really more like Robin Hood - robbing from the rich and giving to the poor." "We're poor enough aren't we?" "Ah. But if we stole all those items we'd be rich and we'd have to rob ourselves." Tina drew his attention to the job in hand. Upstairs again Tina grabbed a spare set of car keys from off a hook in the kitchen. If anyone broke in and stole Ritchie's car he would probably consider it a favour. In a little while its intrinsic value would probably treble or quadruple. A bag of jewellery from the first robbery was going to be stuffed up inside the passenger seat. Then came the "kinky" items. A nice teddy, more suited to a cat house than a kindergarten, and a butterfly shaped item that Katie had found intriguing. During their often boring reviews of Ritchie's doings they heard him watching videos with, to be generous, very little in the way of plot development. What they lacked in that department they made up for in artistic merit, they were sure. Ritchie seemed to like them. Or perhaps he wasn't simply short of breath in amazement at the convincing portrayals of sincere love and devotion - to the pool boy who had been hired only minutes before. They found evidence of the amount of time he spent before the screen. He also didn't empty the trash very often. Even with a pair of disposable gloves Justin didn't relish his next task - extraction of a little DNA from the tissue refuse to apply to the lingerie and the vibrator. They wanted Ritchie linked to items taken from the crime that would NOT represent substantial wealth. Justin found those wads that seemed most heavily gummed together. He needed something to soak them in and decided Ritchie's coffee cup was probably as good as any. He rinsed it carefully to reduce the amount of coffee remaining before filling it with tissues and then warm water. The tissues drifted apart giving up their vital contents; Justin was careful to avoid breaking up the paper to keep the fibres to a minimum. When it was ready he bunched up the teddy as though it had been wrapped around Ritchie's prick; The contents of the coffee cup were sieved through the material at the end, concentrating the evidence in one location, another tissue covering the sexy item to filter off all the fibres that they could. A little of the liquid had been spared for the butterfly and, once dampened, Justin had vigorously wiped it dry; deliberately leaving fibres in a provocative way. The sink was rinsed; the coffee cup, tipped upside down to drain, was not. Hopefully Ritchie would enjoy his next cup of coffee. Tina had continued to look around. Ritchie's tape collection was one area that required considerable attention. He had so many, and they were just shoved here and there with no particular order. It was obvious that he would not miss a few, and with luck wouldn't be in any position to do more than dream about the contents for a number of years. Tina made her selections and slipped them into the bag the jewellery box and other items had come from. She also took the opportunity to recover the banknotes that she had seen on her first exploratory visit. Tina had hidden some of her things in the bottom of Justin's wardrobe when she had first emerged as a teenage girl. Now it was her turn to find places in Ritchie's where he wouldn't find their little surprises ahead of time. It wasn't hard, that too was full of clutter. Justin left first, dropping their swag into some parched bushes while he secreted the jewels in the car. He gave the key back to Tina and, with a quick look up, down, and across the street, retrieved the bag and headed for the bridge that would allow him to cross back over the train line and drain to Katie where she wait at Frank's house. Tina would wait until he was clear, once again ready to provide a naked distraction should the need arise. She felt it strange, she HAD to remain clothed in public when she was one with Justin but, because she could simply disappear when necessary, streaking was a liberating experience without real danger. Today there had been danger. If Ritchie had returned from work for some reason Tina would have had nowhere safe to go. Their only strategy was for Justin to hide until Ritchie was distracted and then hightail it out while Tina joined him when she could, hopefully not needing to disappear before his eyes. They had been more than lucky and were grateful that the plot was nearing an end. ********** Adam put his papers away. It was late and Ritchie had a bail hearing in the morning. He didn't foresee any reason for the state to oppose bail; Ritchie didn't really have the resources to just hightail it. His only real asset was his house and that would be a bit hard to sell while on the run. No. Adam decided he would interview Ritchie again in his office after court and they would go over everything with a fine tooth comb. Maybe then Ritchie could come up with some names and reasons for people to frame him. There was something fishy about the set up, not fishy enough to have the charges dismissed, but perhaps he could sew enough doubt to negotiate a satisfactory plea bargain. He wished that he could prove the conspiracy; it would be satisfying to see he had been right. And he might even have kept his client out of jail. ----- Ainslie couldn't believe they had done it! She still couldn't understand why they had even tried. The concepts of levels of guilt and of a self-respect based on the fact the five friends hadn't ignored someone else's very real need when they could do something seemed out of tune with society around them. They would, indeed did, help Ainslie without necessarily liking her any more or expecting her to change her feelings towards them. It freaked her out more in some ways than being threatened by the now bailed Ritchie. He hadn't come near her house, being aware of the need to avoid adding to his current woes, and, despite her nervous concern, didn't connect her in any way with his arrest. Ritchie WAS seething though. SOMEONE had framed him, set him up if the woman who had dropped the bracelet was involved, but the makeup job had been superb and both Tyler and Leslie had "aged" sufficiently to avoid any suggestion that the sophisticates were actually schoolgirls from a quite average suburb; Ainslie never entered his mind and, as his case proceeded, she eventually became merely one of the more pleasant and very temporary interludes from a distant past. --- "Thank you." The sentiment WAS genuine, its expression unforced and accepted generously. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" The five of them had discussed it privately and decided that they shouldn't even ask for her to lay off Leslie and Tyler. Ainslie was just as likely to do so and making it an obligation would be counter-productive. Katie had made a suggestion and the others agreed the minor request was fitting. She responded to Ainslie's thanks. "We don't need repaying though we do appreciate the offer; we couldn't let that bastard continue. There is one thing you COULD do if you want but it's not a demand." She paused. "My brother is a wiz at making electronic doodads and helped us get the info on Ritchie, though he doesn't know anything about him particularly or why we needed it; and especially not that it had anything to do with you." Ainslie wondered where this was going. "We planned on rewarding him for a job well done but, if you wish, you could do that instead. The Freshman End of Year Dance is coming up; I know that's not something you or we would normally be involved with. David is going and I know he likes you. He hasn't got a date yet and I wondered if you would consider going with him?" (He likes me? I think I know who he is but when has he even noticed me?) "He's not unattractive and he's not a jerk", Leslie added. "I would go but he's not likely to ask me or Tyler." Katie added, "Tina has said she will if you don't want to but I think he would rather it was you. I know it's not just the cred he might get by bringing an older date. He does think you're attractive. Sorry, now it sounds like we're pressuring you." Ainslie was silent for a while. "I'll think about it. Get him to ask me himself and I'll see." She looked at Leslie and Tyler. "Sorry" They understood. It was only a little but it was enough and it was never too late. Things would never be comfortable between them again - they couldn't be sure Ainslie wouldn't revert and Ainslie couldn't accept their behaviour - it was more they agreed to simply disagree which really was all Leslie and Tyler had wanted from the start. ********************************************************* The story of David's date with Ainslie begins a new series : Doppelganger - David's New Life It can be read after this series or you may wish to read Chapters 1-3 of that series now. PdV *********************************************************