An Unexpected Profit

 

 

 

 

‘Here’s the five hundred I was owing you Tombstone.’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Yeah, I know that I said that I was going to pay the day after tomorrow but... can I seat? It’s not a big story but not a short one either...’

 

‘(...)...’

 

‘Thank you. A beer please... Miller’s. Today’s job was a simple one. A surveillance and some pictures, taken by this pro photographer babe that had the equipment and was reliable since we had to do it in a hurry. Don’t know all the details and they don’t matter actually, but there was this guy that was going to meet another guy whom he was not supposed to be in good terms with, and both were trying to fool the Duchess with their staged animosity.’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Yeah, the old trick of pretending to ally with your foe against a common foe when the ‘common foe’ is your ally against your foe. It nearly worked though. So we knew where they were going to meet, an apartment in a relatively quiet neighborhood. We had no time to plant mikes and cameras inside that apartment, but we could take pictures...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Because the building where we went to take the pictures of them was located half a mile away! I agree that, fortunately for us and the Duchess, the fact that they really thought that there was no reason to close the windows since the nearest building was too far away was pure luck. But they also thought that they were (still) fooling her...’

 

‘(...)...’

 

‘Couldn’t say it better about them. Anyway... we’re on a short leash and having to go to that building without even knowing in which apartment we should go. When we got there we (me and the photographer, Adelaide ‘Addie’ Flemm) received the info: ‘Apartment 812 is the best to take the pictures’. So we went to that apartment as I got more info about who lived there. Apparently no one since all bills related to it were the smallest of the whole building, so I was sort of expecting a dusty place when I opened the door. It was a bare apartment, save for a room and the curtains, but it was clean, immaculately clean. So Addie started to mount her equipment as I went to check on the whole apartment, and found this big four post bed with white silk (or the likes) sheets and fluffy pillows and a lot of boxes at a corner of that bedroom. Save for a box in which there were three more sets of pricey bed covers (pink, red and pink and white), all the other nine had kinky stuff in them.’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Cuffs, ropes, rolls of tape, scarves, gags... in various models and colors. Nothing too deep in BDSM (no nipple clamps or thumb cuffs for instance). And there was this box with sexy sets of uniforms in PVC or not: cop, maid, Playboy bunny, nurse and the likes (there was even a pirate babe, striped shirt and eyepatch and all). Plus some micro/string bikinis. Whoever owned all of that had an obvious... esteem for the colors red, white and pink since (save for a few ‘realistic’ uniforms) all the stuff was in one or more of those colors. And nothing, nothing, in the whole apartment gave us any clues as to who owned it...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Of course I did it! I sent the message right away: ‘Found a lover’s nest. Find out who they are!’, and stood waiting with Addie for the guys to show up at the other apartment for twenty minutes. Before you think of anything, Addie knew stuff about bondage but was not into it. She wasn’t a ‘Debs’ slave’ nor anything like that. She was owing Roscoe a favor, won’t tell you what it was, and he told her to do that in order to get even with him. But, truth be told, she was thinking about doing some pictures of babes bound and gagged and posting them in her DA page. And Roscoe had told her about my sexual preferences so...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘We talked. How I did it to willing and unwilling girls, how it has to be done to not hurt nor injure the one that is restrained, how I treated them all, stuff like that. Anyway, twenty minutes pass and I get a message: ‘The place is owned by a lawyer called B. Gerard’, never heard of her before, which was followed by a quick description of her. At the same time that we hear the door opening and someone getting inside! And the woman that entered the apartment was definitely NOT ‘B. Gerard’!!! ‘

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Tombstone, you would have liked her... Not as busty as you like them but not a small pair either, blonde with a very short cut (almost military), a little tall and so wonderfully scared eyes!!! I gave an empty gun to Addie and told her to point it at whoever entered the room, as she passed through the place where a door was supposed to be I jumped on her, held her tight and mute as (with very shaky hands) Addie pointed the gun at her.

 

‘I don’t know which one of them was the most frightened girl in the room. So I told Addie to grab a roll of tape and, after making sure to the blonde that she was to stay quiet or else!!!, made the girl gag herself with a couple of strips of pink tape over her lips. Then I gave her the order to strip. She was not dressed as a whore or the likes, far from it, she was quite conservatively dressed actually in that light pink business suit. But you know that kind of girl that even wearing a nun’s outfit or one of those Arab ‘dresses’ for women, even with those, is simply erupting volcano hot?’

 

She was one of them... and the red set she wore was not of the conservative kind. So she begged, and cried, but in the end I grabbed a roll of red tape and wrapped it on her crossed wrists and arms behind her back, then I trapped her arms against her torso and finally I trapped her legs. When I was sure that she was absolutely helpless I smiled and got out of the ‘mean bitch mode’, and the girl’s eyes were so funny with their impotent rage!, and then I helped her to hop all the way to the bed, there I made her sit on the edge and I showed her one of my hunting knives, then I peeled the tape off her lips.’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Oona Jenkins, a secretary or the likes of the prestigious law firm with a ‘Gerard’ in its name. And she immediately dismissed the idea that she was a mistress or a sweetheart of this ‘Gerard’ person, she was her friend and protegee...’

 

‘(...)!!!!’

 

‘Oh don’t laugh!! I almost did it and she explained herself. She was a former stripper who met this lesbian lawyer when the motel they were in was raided a few years ago, the lawyer filed a lawsuit against the guy that had hired their attackers and they started an unusual kind of friendship. ‘Bea’ (that was the ‘B.’ stood for) had helped her to get better qualifications for better jobs, although she hadn’t managed to find one with this crisis so she ended up hiring her, and was helping her to pay her college bills. Since she was not into women and was not a prostitute, but also did not wanted to be maintained by Bea without doing a thing in return, so she had agreed to fulfill Bea’s fantasies. Every other week she stopped by the apartment and for a couple or more of hours was the ‘poor captive’ of Bea’s kinkiest dreams. And almost all weekends were spent at Bea’s large estate, in which she was treated as a royal (bound and gagged) guest. There were rules and warranties and so far...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘YES! Just my luck, and Addie’s, that the day and hour (around 3 PM) in which we had to break into the apartment was the one in which it would be used by the duo!!!’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Well I checked Oona’s phone, all five of them!, and there was this message warning her that Bea was stuck in the transit and was going to take a while to get there. So I balled up a hankie, smothered six large strips of tape over her lower face and went back to the door of the apartment. Addie went to the room in which she had armed her camera and (to our surprise since the guy had unexpectedly decided to arrive earlier than the prearranged) had to start to take pictures right away. Every couple of minutes I did a quick eye check on Oona (who was struggling like mad or crying or quite passive), and every ten or so minutes I did a proper check on her. One hour and fifteen minutes passed...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘That traffic jam on the Dole St. Due to that fire on that building that happened today, it delayed the other guy that Addie was supposed to take pictures of too. And at the same time that she told me that ‘he’ had arrived, so did Bea!’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘About a feet smaller than me, more fat than plump, and the coolest demeanor that I ever seen in a woman that find herself facing a gun in the right hand of an unexpected visitor! And guess what was the color of her business suit?’

 

‘(....)...?’

 

‘No, blue! That woman has a thing with red, white and pink but favors dark shades of blue when it comes to dress herself, even with her matching shoes! Even her lacy (fat ladies have the right to wear it too dude so take off that look) set of lingerie was blue (albeit not of the same shade of her other clothes). After she undressed herself, and I was taping her crossed wrists, she asked me where I had put Oona. With the same concern that you expect from a mother or a sister and not... So I told her and then she asked me who had sent me...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Yeah, she thought that I had been sent by one of her client’s business rivals... She deals (mostly) with international trade business contracts, and if you think that we are rough and mean, she made clear that she was being honest with her beliefs... So I told her that my business were others and that she was going to spend some time with Oona, taped in the same fashion, as Addie (whom of course I referred to as ‘my partner’) did her job.’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Sorry... I know I shouldn’t... (snicker)... but her eyes... her eyes... I remember the first time I gave my nephew Timmy some chocolate ice cream, he loved it, and when I asked him if he wanted more... the very same gleam. Gleaming! Her eyes were gleaming! By then I had already made her legs useless and she was very helpless so, when she asked me to lower down so she could whisper in my ear, I did it. And she immediately gave me the pin numbers of her credit cards and told me that she was NOT going to report them stolen, not until tomorrow that is. All I had to do was to tape her up to Oona in the very same way (or something close to it) in which they had been when they first met!’

 

‘(...)!!!’

 

‘So I asked what she wanted and she begged me to make it look like it had came from my mind, the idea to tape them together, so I escorted the hopping fat petite to the room and there I submitted her to a thorough ‘questioning’ in front of Oona. I made it look like to Oona (and perhaps to Bea as well) that I was finding ‘very suspicious’ that she, the famous lawyer Bea Gerard (that I hadn’t heard of until a couple of hours before) was in the same neighborhood of my target. I made implications that the target was somehow connected to one or more clients of Bea’s law firm... And I think that they bought it. Next I used scarves and tape to blindfold them, and gagged Bea with it too, and made one tight package of two bodies as they knelt on the bed facing each other. Due to the difference of height between them, Bea’s head was resting over (and actually squashing) Oona’s not-so-ample-but-big-anyway breasts. Oona protested, I slapped her red (barely) covered behind and helped the ladies to lie on their side. When I got to Addie’ side she was taking pictures after pictures of the meeting, then she told me (without shifting her position one inch) that there was something odd with the conversation, that they were looking at their wristwatches too much as if they were expecting someone else. I grabbed my telescopic sight and saw what she meant. They were there, plus their bodyguards of course, and were expecting somebody...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Never saw the guy before in my life. But he seemed to be in charge of the business, he arrived and heard and heard and heard and in the end said a few things and left before the other two. Addie took almost five hundred pictures of the whole meeting, and with such a professional camera... I saw the perspiration in one of the dudes brow!’

 

‘(...)’

 

‘About a whole hour. Giving or taking a couple of minutes. I kept checking if things were all right with our captives, if there wasn’t anything suspicious on the street below... Oona was fuming mad since she had realized that Bea was enjoying their captivity the fullest... I am getting ahead of myself. All I could see was that Oona was mad and Bea was sleeping and using Oona’s breasts as pillows. Then the meeting ended and it was time to leave... and since Bea had good reasons as to why her ‘affair’ with Oona was not supposed to be made public, I knew that I could and would get some cooperation from them. So I awoke Bea, cut the tape that squashed her against Oona, much to the taller woman’s relief, and made a few treats. I was going to take a few pictures of them (Addie had already done that actually) and keep it with me as a warranty and as long they did not went to the police...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘No. I untaped Bea’s legs and removed her blindfold, then I grabbed twelve or thirteen pre-cuts coils of rope and worked on Oona (like I would miss the opportunity...). I removed the tape and replaced it with rope, and little by little I turned her into a tightly packaged human ball. It took me twenty one minutes to finish her... Next I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and tested them and their key, I taped the key on one of Oona’s soles and led Bea away from the bedroom. Addie took more pictures of Oona as I took all the tape from Bea, then I put the handcuffs on her and tied her legs with the ankles crossed, lastly I linked the handcuffs’ chain to her ankles in a loose hogtie. She would not be able to free herself until she crawled back from the front (and only) door of the apartment to that bedroom... Then we left. It was about five hours ago, I left Addie at her loft after we delivered the pictures, she thanked me for the unusual afternoon and ‘great teaching’, and I went to collect my gains’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Five grands... Hey, she told me to pick as much as I wanted! And she... What... Excuse me for a moment please... Hello?... Oh, hi Addie, what’s up?... WHAT???!!!!’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Just one minute Tombstone... HOW did she found out?... She RECOGNIZED you??!!!... She’s there?... ALONE???!!!!... Then tie her up you idiot and... You already did it???’

 

‘(...)...’

 

‘It was Addie. According to her not ten minutes ago there was a knock at her door and when she opened it, there she was... Bea!!! Alone, without any form of protection or the likes. She wanted copies of the pictures Addie took of her and especially Oona...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Because that amateurish dilettante idiot simply forgot that, a couple of weeks ago, one of the few visitors at her exposition in a small gallery was none other than Bea!!!’

 

‘(...)!!!!’

 

‘And why should I calm down?’

 

‘(...)...’

 

‘(Good point) Ehrr, Moe, sorry... a... girl I worked with today simply ruined all the pictures she took, I’ll have to work all night to redo them...’

 

‘(...)’

 

‘I don’t know. Bea apparently allowed herself to be tied up to and on a chair, Addie is eerie calm about the whole thing and... And I should be calmer than she is now...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘No... I don’t think I am going to need your help... but could you please stay alert?’

 

 

 

 

 

THREE MONTHS LATER

 

‘And thus I gave her what she wanted from those Canadians and she paid me the regular fee... Oh, I could see Addie’s latest work for her displayed on the table behind us...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Well, she’s one of my best clients and hires me to do necessary jobs. Addie is her private photographer, and is giving her lessons as to how take great pictures of bound and gagged cops, nurses, Medieval maidens or even DC super-heroines...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘No, Power Girl! Oona is blonde with short hair remember? And of course she had been tied up with green rope and gagged with green tape for that particular shooting...’

 

‘(...)?’

 

‘Oh, that... well... Bea wanted to know if I knew a ‘real deal kitten-burglar’, and Coraline fits that description to the letter... doesn’t she? So I passed her number to Coraline...’

 

‘(...)!!!!!’

 

‘And how was I supposed to know that you wanted her to work with you this weekend? How was I Tombstone? BUT... If I can be of any help...’

 

‘(...)...’

 

‘That’s a deal!!! When and where is the job?’

 

 

 

 

 

 

Return to the Mordaca index

 

Return to the main index

 

sitemap