Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

While Drew Thrasher drove east on 16th, through the Mission District, Jeb Stuart filled Tai Anne Roper in on all that had happened during her absence. Then Tai told Jeb everything that had occurred in The Brickyard, including her talk with Jessica McClintock.

By the time the Mercedes was traveling north on the upper deck of the James Lick Freeway, heading back to the SoMa, everybody knew everything.

"So you're also an internet bondage model?" Drew asked.

"I am now," Tai groused from the backseat. "I doubt my busting outta her dungeon is going to make Paige any happier with me."

"And you have no idea how this 'Shakira' person got you out of there?" Jeb asked.

"Hey, she showed me her Hindu neck pinch and then it was 'good night nurse!'" Tai said. "I do know she's this... 'Avatar of Kali' that those guys were goin' on about."

"Kali?" Drew shook her head. "The Kali-Ma is one of the darkest, and most powerful Goddesses in the Hindu religion. If this Shakira is claiming to be an 'Avatar', then she could be trouble."

"Okay, okay. We'll worry about this Shakira chick later," Jeb said. "Right now, we gotta find Iwana and let her know we have you back, and that she doesn't have to trade Taffy Chu for you." He glanced at his Rolex. "It's almost eight am, and I still can't get hold of her on her cell. Any ideas?"

"Yeah, go to the North Beach Motorlodge," Tai said. "Even if she isn't there, you still have time to get to Jefferson and Powell."

"Sounds good to me," Drew said.

"Who am I to disagree?" Jeb said. He looked to Drew. "Warp Factor 8, Mr. Sulu."

***

It took twenty minutes to get to the North Beach Motorlodge. Drew parked the Mercedes in an empty space next to Tai's motorcycle.

Tai got out, still wearing the scraps of clothing from the hotel. "Awwwright! Her pickup truck is still here! Let's check the room!"

Tai bounded up the stairs with Drew and Jeb close behind. Tai got to Room 216 and hammered on the door and called Iwana's name. Nothing.

"Here, lemme." Jeb took out his lockpick and had the door open in a few seconds.

"What a mess," Drew remarked, being the last to enter, she closed the door behind her.

"Iwana?" Tai ran to the bathroom and back. "Jeb? I'm worried!"

She was actually beginning to tear up. God, not tears! Jeb thought. If there's one thing I can't resist...

"Don't panic, Tai," Drew comforted her with a hug. "I haven't known your friend long, but I do believe she is someone who knows how to take care of herself."

"She was here last night, with Taffy as her prisoner," Jeb said, looking over the bed and the clothes strewn about.

"This is her luggage, and some of her clothes," Tai said. "But her wallet, ID and her gun are missing. And wherever they are, she is."

"She might be at the meet site," Drew said.

"Yeah," Jeb said. "And one of us better be there too." He looked at the two women. "You two stay here. Tai, get cleaned up and find some clothes."

"And me?" Drew asked.

"I want you here. Somebody's trying to murder you remember? And speaking of that..." Jeb reached into a side pocket of his bomber jacket and removed a small, stainless steel Walther PPKS pistol.

"And who is that for?" Drew asked.

"You." He handed it to her with a spare 7 round clip rubberbanded around the grip.

"I remind you I'm a journalist," Drew said, even as she worked the slide and set the safety.

"Look, she can stay here if she wants, but I wanna go to this meet!" Tai cried.

"Paige and her whole damned crew know what you look like, remember?" Jeb said patiently. "If I get there and spot her or Jessica, I might be able to salvage something. Meanwhile, just... stay put. Maybe Iwana will be back." He held up his cellphone. "I'll keep in touch. Now bye."

"Be careful," Drew cautioned.

He walked out the door, Drew relocked it.

"Now what?" Drew asked.

"I'm gonna try one more time for a freakin' shower," Tai growled as she stomped to the bathroom.

Drew sighed and looked around the room. She wanted to get to a phone and update Paige, but she was concerned that Jeb could now run a blackbox trace. That meant she couldn't use her own cell or even a landline here at this motel. If she could get off by herself and find a secure landline, life would be peachy.

As things stood now, she had a good idea that the missing Sgt. Binder was now a guest at the Brickyard. Last night, Drew had given Paige Iwana's location so Paige wouldn't have to go through with this morning's swap meet.

But how Paige had managed to spirit Iwana away with out a major firefight was something Drew herself would've liked to have known.

The plan had been that Paige was now supposed to have both troublemakers --Tai and Iwana-- under wraps while Drew kept Jeb off track.
Instead, Paige now had Iwana and Drew was babysitting the other half of the equation.

"So how long ya know Jeb?" Tai called from the shower. The door was open and steam was drifting through.

"More than a few years," Drew replied. She leaned into the doorway. The shower curtains were parted enough to show a tantalizing bit of Ms. Roper's lean yet curvy form. "We met while he was still Agency. He's done background work for me a few times since he's gone into private practice."

"I've known him three years," Tai said. "We met in Cambodia while I was on a field trip for the Habitat for Humanity with a bunch of other girls. I got separated from the others and got kidnapped by these opium merchants... its a long story! Anyway, Jeb saved my bacon, but I hadda keep it to myself, which suited me just fine cuz my Moms woulda hadda a shit fit if they'd known I hadda..."

There was a knock on the door.

"Tai!" Drew palmed her small pistol. "There's someone at the door!"

Tai's face appeared between the shower curtains, her long hair was still sudsy with shampoo. "Well, better answer it, I guess."

Drew sighed and closed the door. She kept the pistol down at her side and went to the door.

"Yes?"

"This is Mr. Poon! The manager of this hotel. May I come in?"

Drew opened the door a crack, seeing a middle-aged Asian man. She let him in.

"This is very strange!" He said as he entered the room. "Three times I rent this room to pretty women, and each time the woman disappears, to be replaced by another woman looking for her! Who are you?"

I'm Drew Thrasher," she replied.

"Hi, Mr. Poon!" Tai Anne Roper appeared at the bathroom door with a wet towel barely wrapped over her curves. "Remember me?"

"Ah! Ms. Roper!" He smiled as he ogled her. "Good to see you again! Did you find the woman you were looking for?"

"Well, yeah. But then I lost her again."

"Too bad. You know there was a woman named Iwana Binder who came here yesterday looking for you..."

"Yes!" Tai said. "And now I'm looking for her!"

"Why am I not surprised?" Poon asked. "Anyway, it might interest you to know that Ms. Binder was arrested last night by the San Francisco Police here at this motel."

"Well that explains a lot of things," Tai said. "Did you see it yourself?"

"Yes," Poon replied. "Those blue and red lights on the police car woke me up. It was... oh, after three am. I saw a police black and white cruiser and an unmarked car parked in the courtyard. They went right to this room and entered."

"Can you describe these cops?"

"Two uniformed cops, one was a short Asian woman, the other a very big blonde woman with short hair. And a guy who was in civvies. Kinda shaggy looking for a cop."

"And they didn't need to ask you who was in here? Or in what room Iwana was in?"

"Nope."

"Go on."

"A few minutes later, they left with two women," Poon said. "Ms. Binder who was handcuffed, and a short Asian girl. The shaggy cop put Ms. Binder in the unmarked car. The blonde uniformed cop took the Asian girl. The Asian cop went in the unmarked car."

"And the Asian girl wasn't cuffed?"

"Nope."

"Didn't by chance get a license plate number or cruiser number on these cars, didcha?"

"Nope."

"Can you think of anything else?"

"The two uniformed cops weren't from the neighborhood. I know every cop in this district. Never seen those two before."

"Thank you, Mr. Poon," Tai said. "You've been very helpful. If it's okay with you, I'd like to keep this room for another day or so."

"Not a problem," he shrugged. "Frankly, I can not wait to see who will be here tomorrow!"

Tai leaned over to Drew. "Would you drop a couple of Benjamins on Mr. Poon, for his trouble? I seem to have misplaced my wallet."

"A couple of who?"

"Benjamins. C-notes? Hundred dollah bills?" Tai looked at her. "I'll pay you back."

"Good Lord!" Drew went to her purse and gave Mr. Poon two hundred dollars.

"A hundred is for the room," Tai said. "The rest is for keeping an eye on things, which I do appreciate."

"The pleasure is mine," Mr. Poon bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind him.

"Call Jeb," Tai said to Drew as she finished drying herself off. "I gotta find some clothes."

***

Jeb Stuart leaned against the ornate Ferry Arch at Pier 43 that overlooked the corner of Jefferson and Powell, and tried to look like a tourist. It wasn't hard. Fisherman's Wharf was also Tourist Central in SF.

Already, crowds were queuing up to board the 'Red & White Fleet' of ferries that would be going to Alcatraz and Marine World, while other ferries from Tiburon and Sausalito were bringing in working stiffs in suits and women in business dresses and tennis shoes to begin their 9 to 5 grind.

Jeb nibbled on a bagel with cream cheese he had gotten at the Boudin Bakery. The last time he had been here was to take his two little girls to see the USS Pampanito, one of the last diesel driven WW2 era submarines still in existence.

He looked at his watch. Past nine. He had a feeling that Iwana was a no show. He just hoped like hell she wasn't in cement overshoes in the middle of the bay.

His cellphone chirped.

He clicked on. "Yes?"

"Jeb! Tai here! I just found out from the hotel manager that Iwana got arrested!" She then breathlessly filled Jeb in on everything Mr. Poon had told her.

"You trust this guy Poon?" Jeb asked.

"Well, yeah." Tai answered. "Why not?"

Why not indeed? It had always been Jeb's experience that incidental people in an investigation --store clerks, gas station attendants and well... motel managers, were usually on the up and up. Especially if a little cash went their way.

"Okay," Jeb said. "I have some friends down at the Hall of Justice. I'll go down there and spring Iwana. You and Drew stay put."

"No way!" Tai said. "I'm gonna find Taffy and find out what happened!"

"That's a good way to get caught again!" Jeb was almost shouting. "Just do..."

"I'll take Drew with me."

"Dammit, Tai..."

"You aren't the boss of me, Jebster. I'll seeya." She clicked off, leaving Jeb sputtering on the phone, almost having a fit.

Jeb walked in a circle and counted to ten slowly. Tai Anne was such a... child. And somehow he had gotten hoodwinked into becoming her guardian angel.

Trotting back to his parked car, Jeb punched through another phone number.

"Hello?"

"Mother Grace? This is Jeb Stuart."

"Ah, Jebediah! So good to hear from you! How are Kate and the children?"

"They're fine," he said. "I was just calling to make sure... that you have room for one more girl at The Convent."

"There is always room for one more at The Convent for Sequestered Girls," Mother Grace replied serenely. "When do you think you'll be bringing her?"

"Soon." Jeb replied.

***

Downstairs in the Motorlodge parking lot, Tai Anne Roper was searching under the rear fender of Iwana's Ford F-350 Big Ass Truck. She was dressed in warmup pants and a tee shirt of Iwana's that said, Zero to Bitch in 4.6 seconds.

"Got it!" Tai pulled a small, magnetic box out from under the fender. Inside was a spare set of Iwana's keys. Drew watched as she chirped off the alarm and went through the cab of the truck.

"Here's my backpack and all my stuff!" Tai said triumphantly. "Wallet and money too. Let's go!"

Barefoot, Tai ran back to the room with Drew following.

Drew shut the door as Tai pulled off her clothes and was suddenly naked before her as she pulled more clothes out of her backpack.

Tai suddenly noticed the flush of red on Drew's face.

"Sorry," Tai said as she skimmed on a fresh pair of thong-cut panties. "I lost my modesty in the family baths of Kyoto. Mama-san took me there sometimes."

"No, please. Don't mind me," Drew replied. She had to admit to herself that she found Tai's well-toned form... pleasing, to the eye. She sighed. "That Mr. Poon probably thinks I'm your girlfriend or something!"

"Heh, I wish!" Tai replied as she jumped onto the bed on her back and tried to get enough leverage to squeeze into another pair of black leather biker jeans. "Dammit! These are tighter than the ones I wore --ugh!-- Saturday!"

Growling and wiggling her hips above the bed, she finally got the jeans on. She buckled and zipped them up. Drew observed they were quite beyond skintight.

"If you're going with me, you'd better wear leather too," Tai told Drew. "We'll be taking my motorbike."

"Leather, me?" Drew smiled. "Sorry, I'm really not a leather person. Besides, can't we take Iwana's lorry?"

"No way!" Tai said as she selected a shirt. "If I get so much as a scratch on it, I'll be ass up on her lap getting a good hard spanking! It's bad enough I gotta wash and wax that monster every week..." She looked at Drew. "I meant the truck, not Iwana."

Drew sighed. For an instant her mind flashed to Tai Anne dressed in ragged denim cutoffs and a tank top slaving over the pickup truck with a sponge in her hands, getting all soapy and wet as she sweated, like that girl in 'Cool Hand Luke'.

Tai pulled on a ribbed, spandex tee shirt at least two sizes too small for her. It left her mid-riff bare and said on the front, I'm not a lesbian, but my girlfriend is.

"Here, wear this." Tai tossed her the leather pants Iwana had worn last night. "It has a label from Fashion X-treemz, which is Taffy's place. Iwana must've gotten it there last night when she was having her little spank-a-rama."

Drew held up the pants. "I don't know..."

"C'mon, Drew," Tai said. "If I have to put my bike down on the street I don't wanna give you a case of road rash. Please, for moi?"

"Well... very well." Drew headed for the bathroom to change in private.

"Better take these too!" Tai tossed her a pair of her thong panties. "Don't want any VPL."

"What?"

"Visible panty line," Tai said. "Don't worry, they're clean."

"Right." Drew retreated into the bathroom.

Tai put on her boots from Saturday, and also her black leather biker jacket. She had her wallet, ID, the 4K of cash from McClintock, her own plastic, and her Gerber tactical folding knife. She was missing McC's corporate plastic he had given her and also her cellphone. Both were somewhere back at the Brickyard.

"I gotta stop by a Verizon wireless to get a new cell," Tai said, as the door to the bathroom opened and out stepped Drew Thrasher in leather hip-huggers.

"Very nice," Tai said.

"I feel ridiculous," Drew said, even as Tai circled her and started pulling at the laced ties at front and back.

"Hey!" Drew gulped as Tai put her knee to her butt and cinched her up tighter.

"Now you look bootylicious," Tai pronounced. And indeed, Drew's long legs looked sleek, while her bottom was extra round and firm. Tai didn't tell her that her thong was showing in the back. "You also need a new top. That shirt does not go with hip-huggers."

"Any... suggestions?" Drew was handed the sleeveless, black latex top that Iwana had worn last night.

Drew turned her back to Tai and removed her shirt and bra and then struggled into the rubber top.

"What's your shoe size?"

"8 wide, why?"

"Iwana's boots should just fit."

"You don't think Iwana will mind me wearing her things, do you?" Drew asked.

"Why should she?" Tai asked. "You never did anything to her. Did you?"

"Of course not!" Drew laughed. "Only met her the once."

Drew turned back. Her breasts were a generous B-cup, and the top fitted her like a shiny black second skin. About three inches of toned, bare mid-riff showed.

"You're beautiful." Tai Anne Roper walked to Drew till they were face to face. Breasts just touching through latex and spandex.

Drew looked into Tai's deep brown eyes and fell in deep.

"Tai, I..."

"Have you ever kissed a girl before, Drew?" Tai encircled Drew with her arms.

"No," she rasped. "Not like... this."

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"Oh Yes."

"Well, aren't I the lucky one." Tai kissed Drew. Lips meeting and arms intertwining. Drew opened her mouth to protest and got Tai's tongue almost rammed down her throat.

The Kiss lasted a very long time and when it was over, Drew found herself looking once more in Tai's deep brown eyes.

"Funny how the cops knew Iwana was staying here at this motel," Tai whispered.

"They probably spotted her pickup truck in the parking lot and ran her license," Drew replied.

"True. But the cops also knew to come right to this room last night," Tai said. "They didn't have to ask Poon where she was. They just... knew."

"She must have told somebody," Drew said.

"She told Jeb. And you."

"Someone else, then."

"Mmmmm... Better get your boots on."

Drew zipped up Iwana's high-heeled boots up her leg. She always wore sensible shoes, these heels canted her ass impudently and gave her a sway to her walk.

Drew stood up and let Tai slip Iwana's black leather bolero jacket over her shoulders.

"A good fit," Tai handed Drew her sunglasses and put her own on as Drew did hers. Then they walked out the door, looking like a leatherdyke hit squad.

***

Iwana Binder woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs... and also coffee.

She woke up still chained in the stringent kneeling hogtie from last night. Body numbed yet also sore. She looked up to see Kunta Kintare eating breakfast in bed. Naked. She was eating her food with mucho gusto as she giggled and watched Iwana's harnessed face.

Iwana could smell the food, but all she could taste was the pungent rubber ball still strapped in her mouth. She groaned as she drooled all over her breasts. For the first time since her captivity began she blinked back tears.

"You are a messy little thing!" Kunta teased. She finished her meal by sopping up the last of the egg yolk with her toast and scarfing it down with lips smacking. "You hungry, girl?"

Iwana nodded. Too tired to even hum.

"Well, let me give you something to eat!" Kunta rolled her legs off the bed and scooted over till they were on either side of Iwana's bound form.

As Kunta unstrapped the ballgag and pried it out of her mouth, Iwana found herself staring into Kunta's massive, shaved cunt. It was already dripping, her massive clit throbbing before her eyes.

"Don't worry, you will have a full belly when I am done with you!" Kunta grunted as she grabbed Iwana's ears like they were a couple of jug handles and jammed her face in deep.

***

At a Verizon store at Columbus and Broadway, Tai purchased a new Nokia cellphone and reported her other cell stolen. They switched her number and account to the new phone, and it was ringing even as she was going out the door with Drew.

"Hello?"

"Tai Anne!" It was Yoshiko Katsuhara Roper. Her Mama-san.

"Hai! Mama-san! It is so good to hear from you!" Tai said.

"Do not play innocent with me, Tai-chan!" Yoshiko growled. "Where have you been since Saturday?!"

"Ummmm... undercover?" Tai said, nibbling at her fingernail.

"Oh I am sure of that!" Yoshiko replied. "Where is Iwana?"

"She got arrested last night by the SFPD!" Tai said, eager to change the subject. "I don't know what the charge was... a friend of mine with some juice is trying to get her sprung."

"Well I have my own 'juice'," Yoshiko said. "I will contact Mayor Brown immediately!"

"Hai, Mama-san."

"Meanwhile, I will be driving up to The City today. You will meet me this afternoon at my offices in Nihonmachi. Hai?"

"Hai, Mama-san!" Tai gave a slight bow. "Oh, by the way... what is Shakira doing here in The City?"

"You saw her?"

"Yes, but only for a moment."

"She ran away from the commune Saturday," Yoshiko said. "If you see her again, tell her to go to my offices too. In fact you should escort her there yourself."

"That might be difficult, Mama-san," Tai said. "Last time I saw her she tied me up and attempted to abduct me!"

Well, I am sure that if she tries that again she will be forced to take a number and stand in line!" Yoshiko replied. "Just do your best, Tai-chan."

"Hai, Mama-san." Tai nibbled her fingernails again. "How is Mom?"

"Mama Jane took a sedative last night, and I am letting her sleep," Yoshiko said. "Your disappearance had her quite upset."

"Hai, Mama-san." Tai bobbed her head. "Gomen nasai, Mama-san."

"I will call you when I arrive," Yoshiko said. "Until then, be a good girl, my daughter."

"Hai, Mama-san." Tai clicked off and gave a deep sigh.

Drew looked at her, she was still trying to get used to the idea of every man --and a fair amount of women-- giving her the once over as they passed.

"Trouble?"

"Not yet," Tai said. "C'mon, lets hit Taffy's place."

Tai went to her Honda Thunderhawk, slipped into the seat and pulled on her helmet. Drew gingerly saddled up behind her and hugged her tightly.

Tai grinned and throttled out, chirping rubber as she cut through traffic traveling west on Broadway.

Fashion X-tremez on Leavenworth wasn't far away. Tai pulled up between two parked cars and cut the engine and flicked the kickstand.
She and Drew got off the bike and walked up the concrete stairs to the front door.

"Hello there!" It was Kenny the sales associate, looking over their leathers and curves. "And what can I do for you riotgrrls today?"

"I need to see Taffy," Tai said.

"Sorry, she left early today," Kenny said. "Even called me in on my off day!"

"Did she say where she was going?" Tai asked. Drew had wondered off to look at the bondage gear.

"Hmmm... she didn't say. But she had me load a bunch of gear into a taxi for her. Heavy duty harness and straps and a collar... also a shitload of piercing rings." He chuckled. "Looks like somebody is sure in for it!"

***

"You were pitiful."

That was Kunta Kintare's pronouncement as she lead the still cuffed and chained Iwana Binder down another dark corridor of The Brickyard.

Iwana couldn't reply because yet another impossibly huge rubber ball had been forced into her mouth after she had completed her oral duties to Kunta. At least the leather harness was gone, replaced by a simple, wide latex strap wrapped tightly around the lower half of her face.

"Have you never eaten out the cunt of a woman before?" Kunta asked. "It took forever to achieve orgasm with your pitiful lickings!"

But Kunta had achieved orgasm. Several of them. In fact, Iwana Binder was now splattered from head to toe with Kunta's rather earthy juices. She could also still taste Kunta in her mouth along with the fresh taste of the new rubber ball.

Kunta had been right about one thing. Iwana's tummy was now full, in fact it was slightly bloated and she thought she could feel herself sloshing a bit as she walked.

"Well, if there is one thing you will learn here, it is how to become a perfect cuntlicker," Kunta said. Iwana just bit harder into her gag and pulled at her cuffs.

They stopped at a sealed door that Kunta unlocked and pushed Iwana through. Inside was a huge room of tile and water fixtures and copper pipes. There were no windows and no escape.

And standing in the center of the room was Taffy Chu. She wore head to toe skintight black latex that shined.

"Welcome to the Waterworks," Taffy said. "Our mutual friend Tai was here not too long ago. And we had so much fun with her, we decided to give you the same treatment!"

She walked to Iwana, her eyes slitted and dark. Taffy could indeed be a 'scary bitch' when she wanted to be.

"In fact, slavecunt," Taffy hissed. "Since Tai took a powder on us, everything I had planned to do to her... I'm gonna do to you."

Taffy looked into Iwana's wide, brown eyes and was delighted to see a single tear trickle down her cheek.

Taffy licked it up.

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