Chris and Stephi both dressed in comfortable old sweat shirts and running pants sat quietly sipping coffee. During breakfast Stephi told Chris that Joe had called. He told Stephi Chris was to stay in the house and he would stop by in the early evening to discuss Marilyn and the case in general.
"So I guess I'll check on the laundry and then hunt for a good book," Chris said starting to get up from the table.
"Let me help you with the sheets. It's easier for two people to handle them," Stephi said putting her cup down and rising from the table.
As Stephi stood up Chris was suddenly aware of Stephi's large breasts and firm nipples pressing hard against the soft fabric of her well worn sweat shirt. She averted her eyes with difficulty and looked to see if Stephi was conscious of her staring.
Stephi smiled and said, "Let's get the sheets into the dryer, OK?"
The damp sheets were heavy and Chris was glad Stephi had offered to assist her. It was while the were working with the second of Chris' sheets that their hands met, whether by design or accident neither knew.
Chris looked at Stephi whose face and exposed neck were deeply flushed. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a thin row of perspiration beading her upper lip. Chris felt her small breast harden and her nipples grew as if they had a life of their own. Turning to Stephi Chris' voice shook as she said, "I guess we're done with that for now. What should we do now?"
Stephi extended her strong hand and led Chris into the bed room. Whispering softly, "Make love to me please."
Chris put her arms ground the lovely blond woman and pressed her aching breasts against Stephi's full bosom. She felt Stephi's erect, large nipples pressing against her own and she gasped with delight.
Stephi's hands tugged at the draw string of Chris' track pants which finally slithered to the floor as Chris stripped off her tattered sweat shirt. Chris gently pressed Stephi back onto the bed and after sliding her pants off straddled the Danish beauty pressing her blond pubic mound firmly against Stephi's paler blond pussy.
Grunting with ungovernable passion Stephi thrust and ground her hips into Chris' firm pelvis. She rolled her head from side to side and spread her thighs wide as her hands seeking hand holding Chris' loving body close. With a deep groan Stephi came. Chris could feel the warmth of Stephi's cum soaking her pubic hair and the inside of her thighs. Stephi clung to Chris' hips and shivered as the spasms of her repeated orgasms moved resolutely through her throbbing, yearning body.
Panting and flushed Stephi opened her eyes at last and whispered, "I want you again darling." She gently slid out from under Chris' uncontrollably eager body and gently pressed Chris down on the bed.
Whimpering, her chest heaving with desire Chris begged, "Tie my hands, please."
Stephi leaned over the aroused young woman and as her large breasts brushed over Chris' full, stiff nipples Chris reached and held them tight begging, "Tie me for God's sake." Stephi reached into her bedside table drawer and brought out two soft, fur covered pink tapes. Straddling Chris' thrashing, thrusting body she slipped the tapes over the bed posts and with no difficulty over Chris' delicate, straining wrists and arms.
As Chris was now beyond control. Her mouth was open, she was rolling her head from side to side whimpering and squealing unintelligible sounds. Stephi still straddling the frenzied beauty moved her hands down to Chris' wet and thrusting crotch.
Then sliding her lips and tongue slowly down the arched, yearning body of her lover she reached the wet, warm center of Chris' desire. Placing he hands firmly one either side of Chris' eager cunt she gently pulled the skin until Chris' tiny, rigid little pearl of love burst forth.
Chris was now uttering little screams and thrusting her hips with furious urgency. Stephi took the stiff pink clit into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Chris shrieked, her body stiffened and Stephi's mouth quickly filled with the salty, womanly tasting token of Chris' unrestrained ecstasy.
As the spasms of Chris' intense and prolonged climax passed Stephi felt Chris' hands moving gently through her hair. Lifting her eyes she saw that the lovely blond had broken the soft, pink restraints Stephi had used.
Sitting back on her haunches Stephi laughed as she whispered to the now quiet Chris, "It's a good thing those love restraints come in packages of twelve."
Chris smiled tenderly and opened her arms to her big breasted, artful lover. Arms entwined they lay quietly on the bed and finally slept in each other's loving grasp.
It was close to noon when both women were roused by the soft buzz of the telephone. Stephi rolled onto her back and reached for the instrument on her bed side table. The conversation was brief and limited to grunts of affirmation from Stephi.
After replacing the phone she remained sitting and said, "Chris, that was Joe. He will pick you up in about an hour. He wants you to ID some people from pictures he has."
Chris jumped out of bed her little boobs bouncing as she ran first to the john and then to scoop up her discarded clothes. She heard Stephi laughing and stopped. "What's so funny?"
"You still have the ties on your wrists. It looks wicked and funny." Chris blushed as she pulled the soft pink ribbons from her arms. Then she picked up her clothes once again and ran up the stairs to her apartment to shower and dress.
It was closer to one-thirty when Joe and a tall, black police officer in uniform arrived. Joe introduced his companion as Sergeant Lynden who shook hands with Chris his large hand large, firm hand completely covered hers.
Chris requested that Stephi be present and Joe said that would be fine. Stephi, dressed in slacks and a non-revealing cotton blouse, climbed the stairs minutes after Chris called to her.
Chris, in jeans and a soft, pink cowl necked sweater, sat demurely next to Joe on the tiny couch.
"OK let's get started on this," Joe said reaching for a brief case that rested against the side of the couch.
Joe handed Chris a large brown envelope and said, "There are pictures of a dozen people in this. I would like you to put a name and if possible a please of meeting to each one."
Chris pulled the pile of pictures out of the envelope and scanned them all quickly. The she started through the pile again taking each picture in turn and commenting on it before handing it to Joe.
Sergeant Lynden took notes as Chris talked. As Chris returned each picture she noticed that Joe entered a number on the back and then handed it to Lynden.
Of the twelve pictures it turned out that Chris was able to identify ten people. She gasped when she saw a picture of Marilyn because she looked so different from when Chris had seen her only the night before.
"How long ago was that picture taken?"
"That picture is over two years old. We got it from the Betty Ford Clinic in Palm Springs. Your friend Marilyn has been treated for substance abuse at least once. That's how she looked when the Ford people first got her."
"My God. And I think she may be headed that way again," Chris said shaking her pretty head.
"Yeah," Sergeant Lynden said in a deeply resonant, voice, "if she survives the week you mean."
"I don't understand." Chris looked quizzically from Lynden to Joe.
"Well let's go over the situation we have been dealing with," Joe said. "Chris could we have some coffee? This explanation's going to take some time."
Stephi jumped to her feet and said, "I'll make it. Chris you stay here and make sure they save the juicy parts until I get back. Would anyone like a sandwich or something else with their coffee?"
The two men shook their heads and Joe said, "Chris you can go help Stephi. Lynden and I have some calls to make based on your identifications."
Chris and Stephi went into Chris' tiny kitchen. After getting the coffee maker running they scurried between apartments and found several different kinds of cookies and crackers to serve. In less than thirty minutes they were back in Chris' living room. Lynden was still using the phone but Joe had dozed off in his chair.
Lynden, whose first name was Sam, the women discovered told them that Joe had been up most of the night working on the case. They had been startled to discover that the DEA was also involved but, as he put it, "I'll let the Lieutenant do all the explaining."
The three of them sipped their coffees and ate cookies while Joe slept. Finally, just as Stephi wondered out loud whether she should make more coffee Joe wakened. He stretched and said, "Must have needed that. The coffee smells good. Is there any left?"
Chris poured him a cup from the carafe and then shook it listening for the splash. "If anyone wants more I'll go make it otherwise I'd like to hear what's going on."
Joe finished his coffee and said, "I don't think we need more. Lynden and I have to get back in within the next hour so here's the story to date. It seems that one of the major Valley hospitals hired themselves a real bottom line type as an administrator."
"This bean-counter decided that the best way to cut hospital expenses for the company, not the patients, was to hire people from south of the border. He was not too interested in whether they had any experience in caring for the sick because he figured they could be trained to work as aides or if they had enough experience as LVNs."
"The hospital's director of nurses and her two assistants objected and were fired. He tried hiring others and was unsuccessful. Then about two years ago someone told him of a newly established recruiting service that imported in hospital personnel. He hired them on the spot."
"What her hired was a group of thugs really. They are drug importers and dealers. The people they bring in are untrained or poorly trained. The administrator, one of the people you did not identify Chris, has been taking massive kickbacks from these people."
"Incidentally his name was not one Marilyn gave you. She gave you the names of two doctors who are also in on the scam, one runs the ICU/CCU of the hospital in question the other's function is still not clear."
"OK. Now among the people whose pictures you identified, one was the big woman Lena hassled with at the bar. She's a cop. Another was Betty Morales. She is, believe it or not, a DEA agent. She has provided us with much information including the old picture of Marilyn Short."
"The pictures of Fred Welsh and Billy Deacon are from our bunco files. Fred is a real charmer who follows the well-to-do golfing crowd. He's an excellent golfer and passes himself off as a pro."
"Apparently he left the LA area several years ago and turned up again recently as an employee of the recruiting service I mentioned. No complaints about his bilking rich unmarried women which is his usual con."
"Billy Deacon is somewhat different from Fred. He is a skilled tennis player and apparently has been a good teaching pro at various clubs over the country. His problem is that he is a real skirt chaser. He has been fired from various country clubs because of his amorous adventures."
"He has been here in the LA area for over a year. We are not certain of how he has supported himself but we do know he has lived with at least three different women since his arrival here. One of the women he lived with claimed he conned her out of some jewelry. That's how he wound up in the bunco file."
"Unlike Fred he has no criminal record and seems to really come into this picture only because he has been very friendly with Marilyn. She has used him on two other recruiting adventures similar to your experience Chris. Each time he's the boy that gets Marilyn."
"Interesting. But what do you hope to find in all this?" Chris asked.
Sergeant Lynden responded. "We think that Fred and Marilyn are no more than working stiffs. There is a boss of the operation who arranges the shipments of 'nursing personnel' and the accompanying drugs. The processing of both probably occurs in that big house occupied by Marilyn. We have two well trained nurses from small midwestern towns who have come to us, belatedly, and told us of the operation."
"In each instance they were recruited as you were and taken to a place where their service in treating drug over doses, and recovering condoms full of dope, required. They were always blindfolded and threatened with revelation of embarrassing secrets, including pictures and video tapes, if they talked."
"You may well receive threatening call if you don't make a real effort to contact the people Marilyn suggested. We have discovered, through Betty Morales, that everybody at those so called parties could have been video taped. Consequently, we want you to initiate another conversation with Marilyn."
Chris blanched. "That sounds risky," she blurted.
"Not really," Joe said. "We think that if you confront her with haying bugged your car she may break. You are to visit her tonight with Sergeant Lynden as your police escort. Just be convincingly angry about the bugging situation," Joe said smiling and patting her hand.
"OK. I guess I better get my laundry and get out of here Stephi," Chris said smiling.
"Be ready about seven," Joe said as Chris rose from her chair, "I'll take you to dinner before the balloon goes up."
Chris collected her dry linen and clumped up the stairs not exactly thrilled with the turn of events. "I guess a poorly controlled libido can get you in all kinds of trouble after all," she thought as she put her clean sheets away.
After stowing the linen Chris selected her wardrobe for the evening. She decided she should wear a subdued outfit and so selected navy blue turtle neck shirt and gabardine slacks, plus a gray tweed jacket and black loafers. Then stripping to her panties only she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Her alarm wakened her at six. She hurried with her shower and was dressed and ready when Joe knocked at her door a little before seven.
He was impeccably dressed in a pinstriped three piece suit, blue shirt and rep tie.
"You are a handsome fellow," Chris said as she ushered him in.
"Thanks. Let's hurry I have seven-thirty reservations at a swanky place in Beverly Hills. Wont due to be late when I'm showing my best girl off," he said smiling broadly.
Chris slipped on her jacket, checked her make up and reappeared in moments. "All set. Let's show each other off."
Dinner was leisurely and as they sipped brandy Joe said, "Sergeant Lynden will meet us at the West Valley Station around ten. Why don't you try calling Marilyn now about seeing her tonight. Make it clear you wont take no for an answer."
Chris went to a public phone near the restrooms and dialed Marilyn's number. It took six rings before the brusque voice of Marilyn Short came on line.
"Yes."
"Marilyn, it's Chris – Chris Diamond."
"Oh, so you've finally called someone. Why bother me? Call the people I told you to," she replied angrily.
"Look Marilyn, I've got something serious to discuss with you. I want to see you tonight."
"Like hell I'm busy. You do as your told or you'll find yourself doing a lot of explaining kid."
"Marilyn, listen to me carefully. I want to see you tonight. I don't know what you mean about embarrassment but I do know that you or your friends have some explaining to do. I'll be at your place within the hour. So get yourself straightened out," Chris said getting angry at Marilyn's truculence.
"Sorry, I'm busy tonight. Go fly…"
"Don't hang up – if you're not there when I get there I'll go to the cops."
There was a long pause during which time Chris was certain she could hear a muffled conversation at the other end of the line.
"OK get here around ten-thirty," Marilyn said grudgingly.
Chris hung up and sat at the phone for a brief period waiting for her hands to stop shaking and her pulse to slow. She hadn't realized how upsetting the situation was. "Shit. They obviously have me on tape," she thought as she walked back to the table.
Joe came stood and took her hand as she approached the table. "Your pale as a ghost and your hands are as cold as ice."
"You were right. I'm on video tape. She threatened me. But, when I said the magic word, 'cops', she agreed to meet with me. It's at her place at ten-thirty."
"Good," Joe said smiling.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
"I was thinking of that video tape," he said with a mock leer.
Chris, blushed, and made a fake pass at Joe with her tiny fist. "By the way there was someone with her. I'm sure she spoke with some one before agreeing to see me."
"That's a surprise. We've been watching the place for the past twenty-four hours and no one other than the help, a cable TV repair man – oh my God that's it – the TV repair man. We may need more back up. This is coming clearer by the minute," Joe said rising and heading for the phone.
When Joe returned he was frowning. "I think we better go. I've got more people coming but Lynden thinks you ought to arrive a little earlier than scheduled."
Joe paid the bill and they walked out into the cool evening air. Chris was surprised to see her car at the door with Sam Lynden, in uniform, behind the wheel.
Joe assisted her into the car and kissed her tenderly. "You'll be OK. Follow Sam's lead."
Sergeant Lynden was a skillful driver. They cruised out of Beverly Hills to the San Diego Freeway and then onto the Ventura. They were in Calabasas by a little after ten.
"Chris when we get there you ring the bell. I'll not show myself until Marilyn, or whoever answers the door, is ready to let you in. OK?"
"Fine," she said not able to keep a quiver out of her voice.
The approach to Marilyn's house was, as usual, well lit. Sam parked the car directly in front of the house on the circular driveway. Chris got out of the car and walked briskly to the door.
The chimes were still echoing when Marilyn, dressed in a filmy negligee and nothing else opened it, "Hi Chrisie dear."
"Her voice is seductive, her body still inviting," Chris thought, "but my God her face looks like she's been on a three day drunk," Chris thought as she moved to but not across the threshold. "Hi, Marilyn. You been sick?"
"No dear. Come in please it's chilly for me in this little number," Marilyn giggled.
"OK. But I brought my friend Sam Lynden with me," Chris said stepping aside and letting the Sergeant enter first. Chris could see Marilyn blanch, her puffy face seemed to fall apart with a mixture of fright and confusion.
Chris closed the door behind her as Marilyn retreated rapidly, tripping once over the long trail of the negligee. Sliding onto a small chair, Marilyn said, "What the hell you didn't say anything about bringing a cop. He's not welcome here and he doesn't have a warrant."
Chris sniffed the air of the room. Ether, she thought. Then she noticed that Sam also smelled it. It was Sam who spoke first, "I don't need a warrant, not when I suspect a felony is occurring on the premises – and I smell ether – so I guess you are or have been free basing coke – that's a crime."
"I want a lawyer," Marilyn blurted tugging nervously at the fancy pink ties of her flimsy garment.
"Sure soon's I arrest you and read you your rights," Sam said settling into an upholstered chair across the room and looking unashamedly at Marilyn's nearly naked body.
Marilyn gradually re-acquired her sangfroid. She returned Sam's stare and said coolly, "I think I'd like to slip a little something else on, if you don't mind Sergeant."
"Sure go ahead. Miss Diamond will accompany you though. And if you aren't out of there in three minutes, by the clock, I'm coming in. Understood?" Chris followed Marilyn into the ornate bedroom. The large screen TV flickered but had no picture and the smell of ether was very strong. However, Chris could not see any paraphernalia around.
Marilyn dropped the negligee and turned to Chris with what she must have thought was a seductive look.
Chris coolly said, "Get a robe on and let's get back to the Sergeant so we can talk."
Marilyn went to the walk-in closet and returned moments later wearing a heavy blue-silk kimono. She looked at Chris pleadingly, "Chris let me calm myself down. I'll use the john. It'll only take a few minutes – please."
"OK," Chris said wondering if she was being to sympathetic.
She sat down on the fancy pink chair near the door and prepared to wait. Suddenly the big screen came to life. Chris could see Marilyn in her blue kimono moving around in the bathroom. She opened a drawer in the vanity and took two items out and dropped them in the kimono's voluminous pockets. Chris saw that one was a clear plastic bag similar to the one she saw in Marilyn's purse earlier.
The other item she couldn't identify. Marilyn had moved too quickly. As Chris continued to watch Marilyn walked to a small rattan chair and, after slipping the kimono off, sat down. She opened the small plastic envelope and poured a small amount of the white powder it contained into the palm of her left hand. Turning slightly she carefully placed the envelope on the vanity and turned back to face the camera. Chris wondered if Marilyn knew she was being watched.
Marilyn's face acquired a hungry, almost feral, look as she lifted her left palm to her nose and alternately closed one nostril and sniffed with the other until the pile of powder had disappeared from her hand.
She sat quietly for a moment or two and then her hands began to pull at her full breasts and to rub her rigidly erect nipples. She reached into the fallen kimono's pocket and pulled out the other item she had place there. It was a penis shaped vibrator.
As Chris watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination Marilyn, sitting now with her legs wide apart, slipped the vibrator into her wet pink cunt and slid it back and forth rapidly. Suddenly her back arched, her mouth opened and her hands moved to her full breasts and held them. Her climax ended as quickly as it started.
Marilyn now moving with remarkable alacrity picked the vibrator off the floor, dropped it in the lavatory, rinsed her hands, and slipped on her kimono. Moments later she appeared in the bedroom. "OK let's get this over with. I feel great now – thanks for the extra time."