"You need to read the document more carefully", the beautiful young woman sitting across the table said patronisingly.
Police Captain Sonya Redfern surged with rage. She knew it wasn't her place to speak and she managed to keep quiet but it was an effort listening to a snotty twenty something laying down the law to mayor Paul Tarrant like that.
The problem was that Nerida Welcome was right. She and her damn mother Felicity had the paperwork nailed down. There was no way mayor Tarrant could close down their filthy nightclub, The Scene.
The mother was a looker, but also a hard case who had been around. Nerida was not only stunningly attractive with long blonde hair, firm full breasts, shapely waist and hips, and long long legs. She had also been put through law school by mummy and that seemed to have paid off.
Captain Redfern's breast swelled her blue uniform shirt with righteous indignation. She couldn't bear to listen to the rest of the meeting. Instead as things were wound up she pictured one of her patrol officers bringing Miss Nerida Welcome in, handcuffed, to be put in the cells. She might search the girl herself. Strip that expensive jersey dress off her round butt and maybe, just maybe if there was some resisting of the arrest, she might land a slap or two on those arse cheeks. She was thinking of the girl's bottom because that was what she was looking at as Nerida and Felicity haughtily left the room. Nerida had the smoothly strutting hip wiggling walk to go with her looks. They must have sent her to model school as well as law school, Sonya thought.
"Come mother, we don't need to tell these buffoons any more", Nerida had said as her final summing up.
Felicity Welcome had smirked at her daughter's cleverness, nodded briskly at the mayor, and the two of them and their backups had headed for the door. It had been a short and humiliating meeting.
Mayor Paul Tarrant scowled. "There you are", he growled, as the door shut behind the Welcomes. "They can afford better lawyers than the city. We can't do anything about their goddamn club."
He let his eyes rove over the police Captain and relaxed slightly. He loved the way she filled her blouse. Glossy black hair, cut so the thick locks just brushed her collar. Her strong womanly shoulders, breasts filling out the pintucking and beading, tapering down to a slender waist. If she had worn a skirt it would have been perfect, but even in woollen police issue slacks the flare of her hips from the wide leather belt was like heaven. The fly and legs of the pants snugged round her groin. She had to have great legs; somehow the thighs looked firm even through the material. The glossy brown riding boots finished it off. It was a pity she was leaving ... he should invite her into his private office ... but no ... so far it was strictly business between them.
Captain Redfern went straight from city hall to her exclusive private gym. It was a perk, part of her salary package. In the change room she found her friend Tarra Rogers. Tarra was a lawyer too. Corporate law. And she had worked for the FBI as an agent. An idea began to form in Sonya's head. Her friend succeeded at everything she did - law school, her legal firm, her boyfriends. She was competitive and tough. She was a risk taker.
As she chatted to Tarra she let her frank gaze take in the lissome brunette's body. Tarra was naked. She had perky beasts not large or heavy but wide swellings of womanly promise. She had a lovely smooth round tummy curving into her thatch of pubic hair, and long firm flanks. When she bent to pull on her leotard her firm bottom rounded sweetly. Captain Sonya stripped off her own uniform. She was stronger looking than Tarra, but Tarra, though more lightly muscled, did look fit and firm. Sonya pulled on her own leotard. Still thinking her plan through she followed Tarra out into the gym.
While they were side by side on two exercise bikes she ran the story past the lovely lawyer. The nightclub, the most exclusive and swanky in the city. The ordinances that had been flouted. The girls exploited. And the suspicions of strange fates for some women who had run afoul of some unusual happenings there. There were stories that girls had been auctioned to middle easterners.
Just as she had thought, Tarra agreed that direct action was called for. And Tarra, unprompted, volunteered to go in undercover.
"I'll take a look", Tarra offered.
Danger lay ahead, but the plucky lawyer was intrigued. She had been trained at the FBI for undercover work before she had gone into the big corporate law firm. And she had met Nerida Welcome and not liked her at all.
"I'll swear you in as a special investigator", Sonya said. "Now here is the plan."
meanwhile, at the club ...
Felicity and Nerida Welcome were in the office at the back of the nightclub. The mother and daughter were watching one of the club's video monitors. The staff didn't know it but they were always under surveillance. At this moment on screen a pretty blonde in a very short skirt and a revealing top was talking to a well dressed young man.
Kelly Martin was really impressed by her companion. He was handsome and charming. His name was Ted Seaforth. Kelly thought it was a nice sounding name. The lovely young girl was paying her way through her Physiotherapy course and her current job was in The Scene nightclub. It was a funny job, but well paying. It skirted close to the unseemly, but Kelly needed the money. The job was to be available at the club, to let men order her drinks, to help maximise the bar take.
Kelly was right for the job. The little top (from the club's wardrobe) showed her swelling cleavage, and that and the gleam on the nylons cladding her long legs as they poked from that short skirt that barely covered her tush got her plenty of attention. The club did her blond hairdo, and their makeup brought out her high cheekbones. But Kelly was getting involved with her companion. He was so sweet. She shifted and rubbed her thighs together as he murmured to her. She could feel herself moistening down there between her legs. She had never let any of the customers get to her before but somehow this attentive young man did. Unfortunately she had forgotten her deal with the club - that deal was, no mention of the deal to any club member. And somehow, as she giggled and flirted, Kelly found that she was letting Ted in on the secret. She was telling him know what was going on, as a way of letting him know how interested in him she really was.
"She has blown it", Nerida snarled to her mother. The slim blonde clenched her fists. "I'll have to deal with her", she snapped.
Felicity looked coolly at her daughter. Sometimes she regretted letting the little strumpet get so full of herself. She had had it easy. Nerida's dad had checked out of the picture long ago. Felicity, who had got rich by her own talent, hard work and lack of scruples, had given Nerida everything on a plate. And Nerida took perverted pleasure in 'dealing' with pretty girls who broke their contracts. Still, she is my only child, Felicity thought indulgently.
A few minutes later Kelly Martin stepped into the hall leading to the ladies' room. There was a faint noise behind her. She started to turn, then strong hands grabbed her wrists and twisted her arms into an armbar. The pressure brought her to her toes. She was being turned; she was being hustled off the other way from the ladies room, down some stairs. She tried to turn and see who was holding her so painfully; but the large hands holding her took both her wrists in one hand and the other gripped her long blond hair and pulled it harshly. It kept her head turned to the front.
"Ouch, you're hurting me, what are you doing", she protested. Somehow, right off the bat, Kelly knew she was in trouble with the management.
The noise from the club back up the stairs and down the hall was a muffled background that she just knew made calling for help impossible. The plush carpet and textured wallpaper was the same as the rest of the club but she had never been down these stairs before. Her captor pushed her through a doorway, into a bright pool of light. Standing in the dimness beyond was Nerida.
Kelly was frightened now. "Let me go. What is going on?" she protested. She had only seen Nerida Welcome once, when she was interviewed for her job. She felt guilty. She had been talking about the club too much to her handsome Mr Maybe. Even as she bluffed and protested she felt as if she had been caught doing something wrong at school. The door closed behind her with a scaringly solid thud. The room felt hermetically sealed. There were no windows. Kelly knew screaming was no use.
"Just let me go", she said. She tried to maintain her dignity. "You have no right to treat an employee like this", she told Nerida bravely. "If you stop this now I won't bring any complaint against you."
"Shut her up", Nerida commanded.
The hand holding Kelly's blond hair pulled her head back and sideways. The armbar was twisted harder. As Kelly arched her back and her stomach bowed forward another woman stepped into her view. This woman looked like an Indian. She had dark skin and a hard wide face. Unlike the club girls she was dressed in coverup type clothes; black jeans and a dark roll neck sweater. She swung her arm and her stiff fingers jolted into Kelly's soft round stomach. Kelly spasmed in pain but the hold on her arms kept her arched back.
"Oouff!", she ejected as the wind was knocked out of her. She gasped for breath. As her red lips opened the Indian woman clinically pushed a wadded up scarf into her mouth.
"Huummpphh!", Kelly protested, "Lemth meeth ggth".
The Indian crammed more cloth into Kelly's mouth. The brown hands produced a leather cord which was knotted in a cruelly tight tie pulling the gag in. It hurt the corners of Kelly's full mouth. The woman knotted it behind her head, under her hair.
Kelly tried to speak again but nothing intelligible would come out. She was angry and frightened and out of breath but still she kicked back at the person holding her arms. Her hair was no longer being pulled so she butted her head back. There was a masculine chuckle behind her and her arms were twisted. She kicked again. Her shoe fell off. Now she was lopsided, one foot in stockings and the other still in the glossy black high heeled pump.
meanwhile, Tarra had been busy ...
Tarra had wasted no time getting to The Scene. . Because the club was downtown close to the gym and police headquarters she had decided to go into action on her own. She was dressed in a wellcut maroon wool suit that she sometimes wore to work, sometimes to cocktails. In the upper inner pocket was the 32 calibre automatic that Sonya Redfern had issued her at police headquarters. Its butt nuzzled against the side of her left breast. Tarra had swept through the main bar, out through the back, into the ladies, giving the place the quick once over. Coming out she had been just in time to see a large man hustling a blonde girl off down some stairs.
She had let them get halfway down and then cautiously followed.
Inside the downstairs room Nerida Welcome smiled nastily at the captive Kelly. Nerida was enjoying this, her heart rate had raised. Kelly struggled helplessly. Nerida loved the muffled unintelligible sounds coming from the young woman's gagged lips. Nerida's excitement rose.
"This is because you were blabbing our club secrets to your boy friend", she said.
She paused, gloating. Then, "Strip her", she ordered.
"No", Kelly thought, but all that came out was "nnmmp". She tried to imagine where the man holding her was standing and then, aiming to land a dislocating heel on his knee she raised her leg, the one with the shoeless foot, and stamped back at knee height. The man was too quick. Again only one hand was imprisoning her wrists. The other caught her by the ankle. Now she was standing on one leg. She hopped to keep her balance. The Indian woman impassively grabbed the waist of Kelly's short skirt and pulled it down over Kelly's hips. She rucked the little top up to Kelly's armpits. Then she grabbed one of Kelly's arms and pulled it through the armhole. She was so strong. Kelly writhed and pulled but to no avail. Her skirt was hanging below her thighs, dangling from the knee on the leg that was caught in the man's hand. She hopped again. The Indian woman returned that arm to the man's grip and did the same to Kelly's other arm. Then she pulled the top over Kelly's head. The skirt came off one leg at a time. Even in this predicament Kelly noticed that they hadn't ripped her uniform. They were just treating her struggles with disdain, handling her easily. Twisting her here and there as they stripped her. Her pantyhose had gone. They stopped there, but Kelly was still extremely embarrassed to be so humiliatingly stripped down to her undies like that.
Now the strong Indian woman had one arm and the man the other. They held her at attention by twisting her arms. Nerida inspected her. Kelly was wearing only her panties and bra, both pretty white lacy cotton. Her panties were low cut and her bra was an underslung uplifting support that presented her breasts so sweetly.
Nerida put her hand on Kelly's breast and gave it a gentle caress. It scared Kelly more than the assault had done. She grunted. Nerida teased her nipple. It stood erect and poked through her bra material. Nerida nodded to the two holding her.
The grip on her arms altered and for the first time she saw the man who had grabbed her. He was big. It must be only the Indian holding her arms now, but they ached from the armbar and she felt weak. The man crossed the room. In his hand was a bundle of white cord. Kelly didn't realise what was about to happen until her wrists were forced together, back to back and the cord was being expertly wound around them. She hadn't been tied since playing cowboys with her brother, but this wasn't like that anyway, this was tight. She pulled at her wrists but there was no give. She realised that she was totally helpless.
More cord went round her arms just above her elbows and it was pulled so hard that her elbows were all but touching. "MMpphh, ggrrmph", Kelly protested.
Her legs were tied fiercely above the knee and at the ankles. She was picked up by the upper arms and dragged into the pool of light. Then Nerida herself took a long rope and tied it to the wrist bindings. She stepped in front of Kelly and deliberately showing the captive college girl what she was doing she ran the rope over a stout hook in a beam in the ceiling and pulled it tight. Kelly's bound arms were pulled up behind her. As the rope tightened she had to bend at the waist, further and further. Nerida ran the rope round the cords at Kelly's elbows and tied it off at her wrists.
All this time Felicity Welcome was sitting in an upright chair in the shadows watching. Warren and Anouk had done a good professional job, as she paid them to do of course. The girl was tied tighter than a beetle in a spider's web. She had looked up the girl's file - Kelly Martin. She would be regretting her big mouth now. She was quite a looker. She had a good body, revealed in the frilly panties and bra. Felicity decided that as a Physiotherapist she must know how to massage. That could be put to good use in a certain type of parlour.
The part of Nerida's personality that worried her mother showed now.
The captive was immobilised and quite helpless but now Nerida was letting her kinkiness show. Felicity could see the heightened color round Nerida's lips. She could tell that Warren had noticed too. Nerida had taken another long rope and knotted it round Kelly's knees. She was enjoying herself. She looped the rope through another hook in the floor and tugged the rope so that Kelly had to bend at the knees. The twin opposing strains, that pulling her arms upwards and the new one bending her legs and pulling her thighs downwards really made the college girl's bottom stick out. Then Nerida picked up the high heeled pumps and made Kelly step into them. She finished immobilising the pretty young blond captive by knotting her ankles back to a floor hook behind, and tying a short cord from Kelly's gag behind her head back to the ceiling rope so that her face was raised.
The sweet round swelling of Kelly's butt was just begging for attention. Nerida had a riding crop now. She looked a little flushed. Kelly could not see what was coming.
Swish! Crack! The riding crop cut into Kelly's bottom. The pretty coed, wearing nothing but her white panties and bra and the high heeled pumps was soon sobbing in her bondage. Nerida was breathing heavily. She gave the girl ten good cuts with the crop. From the bottom down to the upper thigh she laid searing welts on the helpless girl.
Kelly's butt was burning with stinging pain. Real tears were running down her pretty face. Only muffled grunts emerged from her gag.
meanwhile, outside the door ...
Tarra could recognise the sounds. The muffled gasps and the cracks. The girl that she had seen being hustled off was getting spanked.
Tarra straightened up. She decided to go to the rescue and put her hand on the butt of her 32. She pulled it out, swung the door open, and stepped into the room, one stride, two, three.
"Stop that", she shouted. The gun was steady in her hand.
Nerida froze, with the riding crop in mid air. Kelly kept sobbing. The big man moved slightly towards Tarra but stopped when she aimed the gun at his belly. The Indian woman stood still.
"Ok, back against the wall, hands up where I can see them", Tarra said levelly.
Behind her Felicity raised her arm.
The man leered at Tarra. She began to gesture at him, but then a stunning blow hit her on the right temple. A bright light exploded in her head. The gun fell to the ground and Tarra folded at the knees and collapsed, out of it.
This time it was the businesslike Felicity who took charge. In a few moments Warren and Anouk had Tarra hogtied. They stuffed her mouth with a silk scarf and gagged her with duct tape. Felicity went through the fallen lawyer's handbag.
"Something is going on", she said. "Warren, Anouk, are you sure she can't get untied? Come on, up to the office then".
They left.
Tarra lay on the floor in a tight hogtie, gagged with duct tape, on her belly. As a final touch Warren had fastened her throat to one of the ground hooks. She was still unconscious. Her upturned handbag lay beside her. Kelly couldn't move. The stinging pain on her bottom was slowly fading. The door thudded behind the mother and daughter and their muscle. The two captives were alone.