Edwin Coddler was mad!
He was a partner for Christ sakes. Why should he be the one having to deal with this foolishness? He belonged back his office, safe within the confines of the prestigious law firm. Certainly not here, wondering the halls of a police station. Just look at all these people. Criminals! And heaven only knows what they were all here for, or what they were capable of doing.
He had looked at a few of them, guessing at why they might have been arrested. He wasn't having much luck. The only criminals he had ever known were people who had cheated on their income taxes, or who had gotten too many traffic tickets. The people he was looking at here didn't seem to fit into the same mold at all.
These people all looked desperate and scary. Not the sort of people he had gone into law to help. As he looked around shaking his head, Edwin doubted there was a single person here who had the six digit annual income needed to afford his services.
Now, more than ever, he simply wanted to get this over with. He was upset Johnson called. Suggesting firmly that Edwin handle this personally. Even though he was in the middle of a police station, Edwin wasn't feeling safe. Could you get held up in jail?
At the front desk he had been given a map to guide him to the interrogation room his clients were in, but the more he looked at it, the less sure Edwin was that he was going in the right direction. More and more he felt as if he had been tricked. It was as if they were trying to get him lost on purpose. Were they trying to scare him to the point that they could get him to bribe them into letting him out? Edwin wasn't sure if police men would do such a thing, but he was feeling positive he was lost.
Suddenly he felt better. He had turned a corner and now saw a long line of blue uniformed men. If nothing else he felt safe. That no demented traffic offender would leap out and attack him while so many officers were standing around.
It also gave Edwin someone to ask directions from. But what if all these officers were in this insidious plot together? Would he have to bribe them all? Edwin swallowed hard. There was nothing left for him but to be brave. He stiffened his back, ready to show them the kind of stuff he was made of.
"Excuse… excuse me," he stammered nervously, his trembling hand holding up the map. "Could you help me find interrogation room eighteen?"
Edwin had to tap the policeman on the arm twice before getting any response. In defeat, he was about to reach for his wallet, when the much taller man turned to look down at him.
"Yeah? What do you want?" The man's deep, harsh voice all but caused Edwin a coronary.
"I was only asking you about where interrogation room eighteen might be." Edwin was stammering again and didn't like it, thinking it didn't make him appear manly. The map looked like he was waving it around, his hand trembled so badly.
"Right. As if you didn't know already. Listen, some of these guys have been standing in line a long time, so why don't you just go to the back and wait like everyone else?"
This more than confused Edwin, who couldn't hide his puzzlement any better than he could his stuttering. Why would this many officers be waiting to get into an interrogation area?
"Possibly I didn't make myself clear. I'm looking for 'interrogation' room number eighteen. I'm supposed to meet with my clients there."
"Yeah, yeah. Like I said, get in line… Wait! You said your clients?"
The little mousy man nodded his head until it looked like it had to be a painful act. Edwin fished a business card out of his suit pocket for the officer to look over. The name of the firm was enough to change the officer's outlook.
"Shit! Yeah, I should have known it would happen before I got my turn. Come on, I'll show you the way."
The patrol man led the way and Edwin became more surprised as the line of officers stretched out before him further than he had originally thought.
It was incredible! What were they all doing here? Didn't they have other duties?
"Alright boys, playtime's over, let us through," his guide yelled out before them. There were a few groans and several curses tossed their way before the officer bulldozed through the waiting bodies, leaving just enough room for Edwin to follow if he hurried.
Finally getting into interrogation room eighteen. Where he saw his two clients laying naked on top of the single table in the middle of the room. The wooden top was narrow enough that as Leslie and Kay lay across it, that each could take a cock in her pussy and still stuff another hard one in her mouth at the same time!
"This is outrageous! What are you doing!"
Edwin was on the verge of a coronary once more. Bad enough he had been afraid the police would hold him up for bribes, but what could explain what they were doing to these poor women.
"Pretty obvious I should think," Leslie said as she popped the cock out from her mouth.
"Just supporting our local police. Letting them know how much we care," chuckled Kay right after she swallowed down the thick load of cream she had just taken. Her pussy was still being stuffed and she was reaching for the next man in line, eager to cram his meat into her mouth.
"You mean they aren't doing this to you?" Edwin asked incredulously.
"They sure are. And doing it quite well!" Kay had hold of the next stud's cock and was massaging it to full erection.
"No! What I meant was, are they forcing themselves on you?"
Edwin was mopping at his forehead. This was far beyond his worst fears. His world was crashing down around him. His time at the firm must be coming to an end. Why else would he have been sent down to get two common street whores out of jail?
"Are they ever! But if you mean, are they raping us, I'm afraid it's almost the other way around. But once we showed them how they were outnumbered, they quickly surrendered themselves to our custody," Kay got out before refilling her mouth with the fresh cock.
Edwin couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had to be in the wrong place, or dealing with the wrong two women. He fumbled around in his briefcase. Weren't the ones he was there for… let's see, yes! They had been arrested as accessories to a foiled bank robbery.
"I'm terribly sorry," he apologized, doing his best to avert his eyes from the ladies as they plied their trade. "I'm here as legal council for two women who apparently blew up a bank."
Two lovely faces snapped around to face Edwin.
"It's not our fault!" they cried.
Randel Thompson sat uncomfortably behind his desk. He had already been over the file laying before him more times then he cared to think about, and was prepared to do it once more.
Leslie and Kay weren't his.
He hadn't hired them, he didn't even like them. It was his misfortune to have inherited them. The worst part of all was their record. No matter how you looked at it, they were the best agents W.W.W. had. Not that Randel had the first idea why. During his own rein as head of the massive security agency he had brought along many agents who were more talented, better trained and certainly more intelligent. Yet there was one thing Leslie and Kay constantly produced.
Results!
Along with a good deal of mayhem. There were many times they made him feel as if he were trapped in a bad episode of "Get Smart". It usually only took them a few minutes before they started to make him crazy. Acting like amateurs, they always seemed to be blundering aimlessly through an assignment, yet they always cracked whatever case they were given. No matter how difficult, even seemingly impossible.
They didn't even seem to care about the missions they were assigned. Because of this they usually got the most repulsive jobs possible. The ones no one else would touch. Which lead to their company nick name of the Dirty Pair.
Randel could only guess that they had to be smarter then they put on. Either that, or there had to be some tiny, hidden portion of their brains that kicked in, working with skill and precision of a Sherlock Holmes. Only with them, the solution of their investigation didn't happen all at once. It slowly bubbled up. Taking it's own sweet time before one of them recognized what was going on around them.
It had to be something like that. They couldn't possibly be relying only on pure luck. Could they?
His intercom beeped once and Randel steeled himself. They were here. He took a deep breath and hoped the Valium he'd taken would kick in soon.
"Hi Chief. You wanted to see us?" Leslie asked, just as bright and perky as a high school cheerleader.
Relax and smile, Randel told himself. They were the last people he wanted to see, and he hated when they called him Chief. He was only waiting for the day one of them reached for her shoe phone, then he'd know it was time for him to retire.
"Aaaaah, yes. Yes I did. Please, take a seat. I was just looking over this file…"
"It wasn't our fault!"
"What? No, not that file," Randel said hastily, although he still wasn't quite dear as to what they were doing naked at the bank. But as with most things regarding Leslie and Kay, he decided he'd rather not know.
"I'm talking about this. Your next assignment."
Leslie was the first to recover. "Oh sure, yeah…"
"We knew that," Kay finished for her partner while nodding her head.
Randel hated when they did that. It made it hard to follow which one you were really talking to. But then with these two it probably didn't make any difference.
He pushed the file forward toward them. "Here, look this over. Does the name Albertson mean anything to you?"
"I once had a boyfriend named…" Kay started.
"Charles Albertson is the multi-billionaire owner of more companies than most computers could keep track of without burning out. One such company is W.W.W.," finished Leslie.
Randel went back to concentrating at keeping a smile on his face. As much as possible he would direct his conversation with the dark haired Leslie. She always seemed to be the most rational of the two. Not that it meant much. Both of them were certifiable.
"Good," he nodded. "And as you'll see in the file, his daughter has… well, disappeared."
"Looks like she was good at making other things disappear," Kay said as she looked over several photos from the file.
Easy, don't let them get to you. Just stay calm, Randel reminded himself. "The man in the pictures is one of her body guards."
"He can guard my body anytime he…"
"Alex," Randel said far too loud as he tried to steer the conversation back to the mission at hand, "Is an employee of Charles Albertson. One of several who is looking over his daughter."
"Several? All for herself? Lucky girl," Kay giggled with a lecherous flickering of her eyebrows.
Randel somehow kept his calm as his hand reached into his top desk drawer. Feigning a cough, he swallowed down a second Valium, and wished he had some other way to deal with this. But when Albertson demands…
"Yes, well the girl seems to have disappeared and the man who was watching her that night doesn't remember a thing about what happened."
"Certainly looks as if he should," Leslie stated as she took her first look at the photos. "This is him I suppose?"
Randel nodded his head, which was thankfully starting to feel the effects of the Valium. "Our problem is that he doesn't remember a single bit about any of this. The girl is gone and her father wants to know where she is. Right now, if not sooner!"
"So you want us to find out if she ran off on her own after seducing her watch dog, or if someone put a snatch on her. So to speak."
My God, he thought, this might even end soon. They were actually paying attention for a change. "Close. The most important issue is that you find Denise and return her to her father. Everything else can be sorted out afterwards."
The girls were busily going over every scrap of paper in the file. Making a vaudeville act out of it as papers and photos flew from one set of hands to the other. Each could hardly have had the chance to focus their eyes on any one bit of information before it was tugged away by the other pair of hands. All of it happening faster and faster until it appeared the girls were juggling the sheets of paper.
Causing the pain in Randel's head to come back with a vengeance. He started wondering how hard it would be to put out a contract on these two.
"Yeah," Kay said with a casual nod of her head. "She was definitely kidnapped."
"WHAT! I mean… how can you tell?" Randel had been over that file until his eyes crossed. There wasn't anything there. He had checked it too many times himself. So what had this… this… what had Kay seen that he'd missed?
"Here, look at these pictures taken at the scene after Denise disappeared."
Thompson took the pictures from the redhead and looked them over once more. "Yes, so?"
"Now look at this one and tell me what you see."
Kay passed over one of the shots of the girl spread out in the back seat of the car, propped up and ready for action.
"Far too much. Why would the girl have these taken?"
"She didn't. Her kidnappers did," Leslie said. "Look closer. She's got something stuffed under her, otherwise we'd never be able to see her face clearly."
"So?" Randel was starting to feel better. It looked like the girls didn't really have anything, they were grasping at straws here.
"So what is it she's leaning against? It's not in these pictures taken later…"
"And it's not listed in any of the items found in or around the car," Kay jumped right in. "Unless the police screwed up their investigation."
"This report comes from a company team," Randel said through clenched teeth. Damn them! He had missed something after all.
"Do you have a magnifying glass?" Leslie asked.
W.W.W. had every high tech, expensive tool ever designed by the mind of man at it's disposal. So it took Thompson a minute or two to come up with something as ordinary as a magnifying glass.
The dark haired girl accepted it with a gratuitous smile, then busied herself looking over some of the photos. It didn't take long before the comedy act started again. Kay didn't want to be left out and there was only one magnifying glass available. By time they had finished, Randel thought he was going to need a referee to end the wrestling match happening on the other side of his desk.
"Right here!" the girls shouted out, Leslie handing over the photo at the same time Kay was pushing the magnifying glass over.
Randel took both items and was thankful for the mass of the desk which separated him from the twosome. Glass to eye, he scanned over a photo showing Denise as she was giving Alex some head.
"Just what is it I'm looking at?"
Kay gave a shrug of her shoulders as she listened to one of the stupidest questions she'd ever heard. "She's sucking on his knob. Technique isn't bad but…"
"You should be looking at the top, left hand corner," Leslie quickly interrupted.
"Oh yeah, right. I just kind of liked that angle," Kay said sheepishly.
"Alright, I'm looking in the top…"
"The rear view mirror sir," Leslie added helpfully.
"It's rather blurred, but is that a…"
"Camera? Right you are sir," the dark haired girl said proudly. Slightly nudging Kay behind her with one elbow. "And if you look closer I think you'll notice there are two figures there. Most people don't know that these instant pictures can be blown up to an amazing degree without losing any of their quality. I doubt you'll get a good enough for a positive I.D. but it does prove there were two other people there."
Kay slid around Leslie's side, taking a turn with her own elbow. "So it doesn't look like Denise ran off by herself if she needed that much help. Not to mention what happened to the thing she was leaning on, or why doesn't the body guard remember anything? He'd sure remember it if I were sucking his cock off…"
Leslie elbowed her way back in front of her redheaded partner. "What Kay means is, these photos were left behind as a red herring. Denise didn't go by herself, so now we need to figure out who might have wanted her. Have you talked to her father?"
"In gory detail," Randel admitted. "He is not a very kind man. He is one who is quite used to only giving orders, and not necessarily willing to listen to reason."
"The most logical reason to snatch the snatch would be to use her as a hostage against dear old Dad," Kay said.
Randel's teeth were grinding down to stumps. The last thing he needed was lessons in logic coming from this busty, redheaded bimbo. Making the matter all the worse was that she was right!
"We've started to compile a list of people who might have reason for revenge against Albertson. By the time we've finished, it will look like several volumes of the New York phone directory stacked side by side. He's not a very well liked man."
"Could we narrow the search down to only his most wealthy rivals," Leslie asked.
"And why them?"
"This was very carefully put together. It had to be planned and timed out so they could get these pictures and still not be seen, not an easy thing to do. People have a tendency to notice naked bodies."
"Tell me about it," Kay interrupted. "There was this cute box boy at the all-night market, and even though it was two in the morning, every time he started to slip his dick into me, some customer would come pushing their cart by…"
Maybe I could just kill them myself, he thought. But where could he hide the bodies?
"What I meant sir," Leslie continued, "Is that it would take money to hire professionals and then you'd have to drill them over and over at it to get the timing down."
"Like with the box boy," Kay agreed. "Drilling, time and time…"
"It would have to be one of the more wealthy people who hated Albertson, just to afford such a project," Leslie managed to finish, but only because her hand was covering over Kay's mouth.
Randel ignored the women as best as possible while he punched up some information from his computer. "If we are looking at it from a purely financial point of view the best guess would be Preston Davis. They've been crashing heads almost from the beginning. But in a way, none of it would make any sense. Why would Davis suddenly change tactics after this many years?"
"Possibly that's the entire point. He could have gotten tired of the fight. Maybe he decided it was easier just to declare himself the winner and this would be the easiest way," Leslie offered.
"Or maybe he has his own ideas on how to merge the two fortunes," Kay said. "You know, bang the daughter, con her into marrying him, and take over Albertson's empire from the back door. So to speak."
Even Leslie had to stare hard at Kay, not at all sure where that idea could have possibly come from.
The redhead shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, just an idea."
"Enough! You have your assignment! Find the girl and bring her home to her father. I don't care what you have to do, but do it soon. This isn't a case we have the luxury of time with. Albertson owns us and he wants action. Understand?"
"Right Chief." Leslie snapped off a sharp salute.
"Don't worry about it. We'll have her back before Daddy can get the sheets changed on her bed." Kay turned and was headed for the door when she suddenly stopped. "Might be easier if we took the file with us though."
Sweeping the papers and photos together, she closed the file and turned to leave again. Spinning around too quickly, her elbow hit the computer's monitor, knocking it over.
Thump… blam!
"Aaaa… Sorry about that Chie…"
"Out! Get out! Right now! Out!!!!"
"But we could…"
Randel was looking for a part of the smoking debris he might throw at them, but was half afraid he might electrocute himself if he grabbed the wrong thing. Then he thought that might not be such a bad idea, as the pain in his head came pounding back.