Tai Anne Roper

by Nicole Sutter

Tai pulled over and cut the ignition, flicking the kickstand while unbuckling her leather jacket to give the cop an eyeful of spandexed cleavage. She pulled off her helmet just as the cop approached.

"You can put those puppies right back in the barn, slick," the cop said. "They ain't doing a thing for me."

Tai looked at the cop. A thirtysomething, no-nonsense woman with a square jaw and mirrored Aviator RayBans. Her seven pointed silver star gleamed on her leather jacket. Her brass nametag read SWEET.

"Lemme guess," Tai said. "I have managed to find the last straight, female motorcop on the streets of San Francisco."

"You got it, slick." The cop pulled off her
glasses revealing flinty grey eyes. "I need your license, registration and proof of insurance."

Tai knew when she was beat and handed over the goods.

"You know how fast you were going, Miz... Roper?"

"Don't you know? You hadda catch me," Tai replied.

"Ho ho! Haven't heard that one... today." The cop said. She handed Tai her citation book. "Sign at the bottom, please."

Tai signed. Another expense for Matt McClintock. He could afford it.

"You're a pretty enuff girl," the cop said. "I would really hate to see you getting scraped off the pavement with a bad case of roadrash. Slow it down, slick."

"Yes'm," Tai muttered.

The cop grinned and gently bopped Tai over the head with her citation book. She then ambled back to her own ride.

***

The intersection of Grant and Pacific was on the fringe of Chinatown, and it wasn't very touristy, with a row of open air fish markets on two sides, and a fortune cookie factory on another.

Tai had parked her Honda in a side alley and scouted the area. She bought an Orange Julius at a stand and sipped it as she made her rounds.

The first thing she ascertained was that the payphone in question was indeed working. The second was that no one else was staking out this intersection. No double parked vans or rooftop peepers with binoculars.

She made it back to her corner and casually leaned into an alleyway. It was 5:43 pm.

At 6:05 pm, she spotted her girl.

Female Asian, early twenties, five foot nothing, pretty with a tight lil bod and short black hair. Wearing a shiny black PVC bolero jacket, beyond skintight black latex micro mini and black vinyl bitch boots. And a studded leather collar.

The girl went right to the payphone and dialed a number. She waited, talked a few sentences and hung up. She then headed west on Pacific.

Tai followed on her motorbike, giving the girl a half block lead. They were only a block away from Eidelmann's Deli, where Jessica had bought her last known lunch. But if the phone call to Daddy had taken place at 11 am, and the lunch was bought at 4 pm, then where had Jessica been for five freakin' hours? Tai was thinking that this girl would take her there.

She followed the Asian girl's tight, rubbered butt west for a few blocks. She stopped at a Vegan eatery (No MEAT! No DAIRY! No FISH! No MURDER!) and came out with a paper take-out sack in one hand.

After a few more blocks, she finally turned north on Leavenworth, starting up the daunting slope of Russian Hill. This was a mixed neighborhood just shy of the rich gentry a little further to the east. Most of the houses here were old Victorians. Some had been turned into apartments and duplexes, while others had been zoned commerical and become small businesses. Everything from real estate offices to acupuncture clinics to fortune tellers.

And clothing stores. The girl turned into a turreted, two story clapboard Victorian with peeling paint that had a sign out front proclaiming FASHION X-TREMEZ. And below that
LEATHER-LATEX-BONDAGE-FETISH.

She closed the door behind her. Tai grinned and pulled her Honda into a parking spot down the street.

***

A couple of minutes later, Tai went through the same door, sending a bell jingle-jangling on the frame.

It was as homey a place as a place selling bondage fashion and impliments of restraint could get. Tai could tell it had once been a residence by the old wallpaper and the hardwood floors.

"Can I help you?" An adorable young man in jeans and a tee was placing anti-theft taggers on a rack of PVC trenchcoats. "My name is Kenny, and I'm your sales associate."

"Just looking," Tai replied. The first room was mostly streetwear. Leather and glossy vinyl. Expensive too. 'The Matrix' revisited.

"Well, aren't we all?" Kenny grinned and went back to his work.

Tai went into the next room, where the shades were down and the lighting was poor, which gave the racks of bondage devices the proper medieval gleam. Straps and cuffs and strait jackets and harnesses... leather and rubber and steel to control and bind the body and the soul.

In one corner was a bondage cross of stained oak, also a heavy wood ceiling frame dripping with chains and harnesses.

"Hey, sweetie."

Tai turned. Sitting at a small counter in another corner was the Asian girl. She was wicked pretty. Chinese definitely. Pale, beautiful face framed by a short shock of black hair. She was sitting on a stool eating steamed Chinese veggies from a styrofoam flip plate with a pair of chopsticks. Her black latex minidress gleamed like a shiny second skin, matching her black vinyl, over-the-knee bitch boots.

Despite herself, Tai Anne Roper felt the pull. The Attraction. Whether it was truly what was in her soul, or just ingrained by how her mothers had raised her, she didn't know. But it was there. Like a longing for a dark, forbidden candy.

"You look good in that leather, babe," The girl said. "Good enuff to eat."

"You're already eating," Tai replied, walking over to the counter. She looked inside. Handcuffs. Thumbcuffs. Piercing rings...

"Want a bite?" The girl nabbed a big shittake mushroom dripping a dark garlic sauce with her chopsticks. She nibbled a chunk off then offered the same piece to Tai.

Tai arched over the counter and let her place the mushroom in her mouth. It was warm and rich and earthy tasting.

"MMmmmm..." Tai sucked the end of the chopsticks as the girl withdrew them from her mouth.

"What's your name, girl?" she asked.

"Tai Anne Roper."

"Nice." She licked her red lips. She picked up a long piece of Asian green bean with the chopsticks, took a bite and offered the rest to Tai. "I'm Taffy Chu."

Tai took the green bean into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. "This is very good." She looked around. "You own this place?"

"Lock, stocks and leather," Taffy Chu replied. "Sorry, old joke."

"You're forgiven." Tai looked down at the plate. "No meat?"

"I'm vegan," Taffy replied.

"Yeah, I know." Tai looked her in the eyes. "A couple of days ago when you had a late lunch with Jessica McClintock in her room at the North Beach Motorlodge, you had the veggie special, while she had a pastrami on rye."

Taffy looked at her and blinked. "Ummmm... whaaaat? Who did you say? I... ummm, don't know any Jessica..."

"...Homina-homina-homina. You gotta do better than that if you wanna lie to me, gf," Tai replied. "See... now I know for sure you're the girl who spent Thursday with Jessica. And I bet --if you try really, really hard-- you could even tell me where she is right... this... minute!"

Taffy Chu was frowning. "How about this... you get your ass outta my store, or I call the cops."

"Works for me!" Tai said. "I'll explain how I'm a licensed PI doing my j-o-b, and you can explain about withholding testimony on a felony kidnapping."

"There was no... kidnapping." Taffy hissed angrily.

"Then what was it?"

"None of your goddamn business!" Taffy put down the plate and got off her stool just in time to be grabbed by Tai. She was slammed into a wall as Tai moved in close to her, their bodies touching.

"Give it up, girl," Tai growled.

"Who do you work for?" Taffy whispered. "Who wants to know this?"

"Someone who cares about Jessica," Tai replied. "Someone who just wants to know if she's alive. If this isn't a crime, then prove it to me and I can go home."

"Fuck you." Taffy spit in her face.

"Maybe later." Tai shoved her bellyfirst onto the glass counter and twisted her arm into her back. While she was crying in agony, Tai pulled out a pair of heavy black leather cuffs from inside the counter and slapped them on Taffy's wrists.

Taffy whined as she felt the leather tighten and get buckled. She pulled at her wrists now bound behind her back. Still in shock, she barely resisted as the large ball of a black rubber harness gag was shoved into her mouth. Straps on either side of her nose leading to a single strap down her scalp were buckled tight.

She mmmppphhhed as Tai pulled her to her feet and walked her over to the wooden ceiling frame. Tai attached one of the pulley chains to the leather cuffs and started pulling it taut.

Taffy Chu felt her strapped hands rising up into the air behind her, she shook her head and hummed into the gag frantically.

"Is there a problem?"

Taffy turned and saw her employee Kenny standing in the doorway. She mmpphed for help.

"No problem," Tai replied as she tested the heft of a long leather paddle. "Just taking some of the equiptment out for a test drive." She looked at him. "Now how about making sure a couple of grrrls get a little privacy?"

"Roger wilco!" Kenny winked at Taffy even as she hummed and shook her head no no no...

Tai walked up behind her and peeled back the skintight latex that covered her bottom. She had a cute lil ass. Very ripe. She was wearing thong-cut black latex panties that covered the cleft peach of her cunt that was peeking from between her thighs in skintight black rubber.

Without warning, Tai laid down a hard smack across both her bottomcheeks. Taffy surged against the chains, kicking fitfully at the air.

Tai Anne Roper moved carefully about, using the paddle to smack one bottomcheek then another. Each stroke burned like fire. After ten smacks Taffy Chu was sobbing.

And one to grow on, Tai thought as she moved in and laid a last, hard pop low across the crease of her hinder, also catching her rubbered cunt.

Taffy Chu screamed into the gag, eyes wide, trying to catch her breath. Tai moved in behind her and fingered the rubbered folds of her cunt, digging and finding the hard nubbin of her clit and jabbing it hard with her fingernail. Taffy bucked and gurgled and finally orgasmed, gushing all over Tai's fingers.

Taffy now hung there, unable to get her footing. Tai lowered her to the floor before she dislocated her arms. She stood over the still weeping girl. Taffy Chu was feeling the afterglow of orgasmic pleasure, physical pain and deep humiliation. Tai figured she would
now be a little more forthcoming about what she knew.

She undid the chain and dragged her to the door marked 'fitting rooms'.

She pushed her into one of the small, dark cubicles and sat her down on a bench. Taffy hissed as her red bottom made contact. Tai straddled her lap and sat on her.

"Feel like talking?" Tai asked.

"Mpphh fmmm humm!"

"Oops, sorry." Tai unbuckled the rubber harness gag and popped it out of her mouth. "Feel like talking?"

Taffy took a deep breath, still sobbing. Tai hugged her tight and held her head to her shoulder. "Okay, girl. Its okay. I gotcha."

The sobbings slowed and after a minute or so, Taffy pulled back and looked up into Tai's warm brown eyes.

"Oh... gaaaawd..." Taffy kissed Tai. A long deep joining of the lips with plenty of frantic, searching tongue. Tai didn't pull back either. She kissed back just as hard, eventually kissing her face and licking away the tears.

Finally Tai pulled back, licking her lips.

"Jessica is my friend," Taffy whispered. "I won't hurt her."

"I'm not asking for that," Tai replied. "Just let me know where she is. Or take me to her."

"She's 19," Taffy said. "She should get to live her life the way she wants..."

"She will," Tai said. "I promise you if she's happy where she is then that's the end of it."

She nodded. An acceptance.

"Taffy," Tai said gently. "Start at the beginning... talk to me."

"I met Jessica... almost a year ago, right after she started school up in McCloud," Taffy said. "She would come into The City every chance she could. We met... here. When she was getting some outfits."

"She was into this? BDSM?"

"She didn't know what she was 'into' yet," Taffy grinned. "She was like a girl in a candy store, wanting to try a bite of everything. We went clubbing together. Had a good time."

"You two were lovers?"

"Sure. But to her I was just... another piece of candy. To me, she was someone special."

"I understand."

"A few weeks ago, Jessica met someone special. A pro domme who runs a house somewhere in the bay area. They became lovers. Jessica fell hard for her. Finally she took Jessica. Collared her. Made Jessica her slave."

"And Jessica wanted this?"

"More than anything. This was more than a lifestyle. She wanted this to be her life." Taffy sighed. "She wanted her Mistress to take her as a true slave, for real, in every sense of the word."

"Twenty-four/seven slavery?" Tai asked.

"Yes. And that's where Jessica is now."

"But why have her disappear off the face of the earth like this?"

"Thats all part of the game. To Jessica, and her new Mistress," Taffy said. "Besides, she didn't want to fight her father."

"Does this Mistress have a name?"

"Lady Ashtoreth."

"A location?"

Taffy shook her head. "That I don't know. Nobody seems to know! She's like this... super exclusive, very pricey dommie. 2K for a session and 10K for a night. At least, that's what I've heard."

"Is this how she met Jessica?"

"Hell no! Jessica's prime stuff. We were out clubbing and Jessica just got snapped up by her."

"What club?"

"I don't remember."

"A place south of Market called The Brickyard?"

Taffy's eyes widened. "Yeah."

"This Lady Ashtoreth a regular there?"

"Mostly weekends. She's in the shadows. I've never seen her myself... but I know people there who have."

"Is one them the person you call at 6 pm from that payphone in Chinatown?"

"How the fuck..." Taffy surged against Tai, who held her down easily.

"I have my secrets too," Tai whispered.

"Yeah. Yeah... I know a guy who's a bartender at The Brickyard. I call him before the club opens to ask if he's seen Ashtoreth... or Jessica."

"Why a payphone?"

"That's his idea. He could get in deep shit talking to someone like me about someone like Ashtoreth."

"Why bother calling at all?" Tai asked. "If this is Jessica's life and her decision? Unless --maybe-- you're a lil worried too?"

"A little." Taffy looked up at Tai. "I just wanna make sure Jessica hasn't changed her mind."

"So has your bud the bartender seen Jessica?"

"No. Ashtoreth either."

Tai nodded. "Okay. I believe you."

Taffy squirmed under her. "Thanks."

"And tonight, The two of us are going to go clubbing... at The Brickyard."

Taffy looked like she wanted to object or something, until Tai unsnapped her shoulder straps and peeled down the black latex cups holding her firm breasts so that they spilled out into her hands.

Tai started at her mouth and worked down her neck to her nipples before slipping down onto her knees before her. Taffy's rubberskirt was more of a cumberbund by now, so all Tai had to do was pull to one side the rubber thong to feast on Taffy's shaved cunt.

A few minutes later, Taffy's screams could be heard all through the store.

A few more minutes later, Taffy and Tai strolled out together heading for the front door. Kenny the sales associate was ringing up a novelty dildo and a cockring for a leatherman from The Castro.

"Well!" Kenny said. "You two should get a room!"

"We had a room," Tai replied, still licking her lips. Taffy was pulling at her skirt.

Out on the front steps, Taffy kissed Tai on the lips.

"I can taste myself."

"You should. What time does this Brickyard open?"

"10 pm for the straights. But things don't even begin to get interesting til after midnight."

"Works for me." Tai looked at her watch. "I'll meet you here around elevenish. Find me something to wear. Size 10. Not too tight."

"Yes, Mistress."

Tai Anne Roper grinned and kissed Taffy one more time before starting the walk to where she had parked her motorbike.

Taffy Chu watched her for a long moment before slipping back into her store.

"You okay, boss?" Kenny asked as she snagged the cordless off the counter.

"Peachy fucking keen," Taffy growled as she punched in a number and went to another room for a little privacy.

She got an answer on the third ring.

"Hello?" A woman's voice.

"It's me. Taff."

"Where are you calling from?"

"It doesn't matter. She's all over us, Ma'am. Like white on rice!"

"Who? Tai Anne Roper?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Goddammit! I heard she was good! But in one day? I thought we'd covered our tracks better than that. What the fuck happened?"

"Well she came waltzing into my store a little while ago, asking me questions about Jessica. She knew about the payphone, and that I spent Thursday with her."

"Shit. What else?"

"I got here steered onto the Lady Ashtoreth cover story. I think --I hope-- she bought it. She wants me to take her to The Brickyard tonight. Around midnight."

"Okay... Praise the goddess for small miracles. You just show up with her and I'll handle the rest."

"There's one other thing," Taffy said. "I... I don't want anything bad to happen to Tai. I mean... I really like her."

The voice on the other end of the line sighed. "I'll do what I can, darlin'."

Taffy smiled. "Thanks, Paige."

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