New York, New York. The Big Apple, rotten to the core, according to many. The two
women stepping out of the squad car certainly believed it. Diane Russell was a
tall woman with long dark hair curling just past her shoulders. She wore a dark
suit with pants and a dark overcoat. Jill Kirkendal was a striking woman with
short blond hair cut just above the ears and wore a similar outfit to Russell's.
Both had badges hooked onto the front of their jackets, in plain view of the
uniformed policemen who were surrounding the small shop. "What've you got?"
Russell asked. "Robbery and a shooting," the uniformed officer replied.
"Salesclerk just got sent to the hospital. Owner's dead, safe's cleaned out.
Clerk was in shock, we haven't been able to talk to her yet." "Who reported it?"
Kirkendal said. "Couple of women came in immediately afterwards, found the clerk,
called us." The officer nodded to a squad car. Standing next to it were a pair of
redheaded women. One was older, with a business-like air and hard, if attractive
features and a nice suit. The other was younger and shorter, with a more
nonchalant attitude and a wild red outfit. "They say they're tourists," the
officer said. "They haven't talked much." "Then we'll just have to encourage
them," Kirkendal said as she walked towards the two, Russell behind her. "Ladies,
I'm Detective Kirkendal, this is Detective Russell. We need to ask you some
questions." "Look, we really don't know a lot about what's going on," the younger
redhead said. "We just came in to check out some dresses, we find the people
shot, we call you, I think our part's done." "You're from L.A., aren't you?"
Russell asked. "We really do have to get some place, it's extremely important,"
the older woman said. "Maybe we can talk about this later?" "Would you be willing
to come down to the station house?" Kirkendall asked. "Station house? You really
call it that?" the younger redhead said. "Actually, we're at a hotel downtown.
We'd be more than willing to help you out then," the older one said.
"Detectives!" Russell and Kirkendall turned to see an officer coming up to them.
"We think we have a suspect. They caught him hotwiring a car a few blocks from
here." "Let's go," Kirkendall said. "Get their names and their hotel and drop
them by us later." "Will do," the officer said.

"What's the matter? You've been brooding for the last hour." Sydney dumped her
coat onto a chair as she and Kimberly entered the spacious hotel room. Kimberly
bit her lip as she sat on the couch. "Break out the kit, Sydney." "Kim, please, I
have my limits. The stewardess and the maids wore me out." "It's for the cops.
And it's not just for pleasure, although that would be a side benefit." "Come on,
we had nothing to do with the shooting." "Sydney, I'm aware I'm the brains of
this twosome but even you should figure this out. If they bring us in to
question, they may photograph us, they may get our handwriting, they may even get
our fingerprints. Now, if that happens, they'll find out who we really are, which
means we'll be looking at charges ranging from fraud to embezzlement. If anyone
back home finds out we're alive, the whole thing's over, we're going to jail, do
not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. You got it?" "Shit." Sydney got
it. "And that was L.A. New York jail's are probably twice as bad." "How do you
want to handle this?" Sydney dug a quarter out of her pocket. "Call it." "Heads,"
Kimberly said as Syd flipped the coin in the air. Syd caught the coin and looked
at it. "Tails. I'll take the brunette." "No problem. I'm in the mood for a blonde
tonight anyhow." "We've really got to be careful here, Kim. Something goes wrong,
we're talking major jail time." "Syd, have we ever screwed up before?" "No, but
we were both married to Michael. His luck is due to catch us any day now."

"This is the kind of time I hate this job," Kirkendal said as she and Russell
walked through the hotel's swanky hallway. "I see people spending more in one
night than we make in a year." ""Two years if you add the room service and pay
movies," Russell said as she knocked on the door the bellman had given them. It
opened to show Kimberly, wearing a loose white robe. "Oh, hi," she said. "Sorry,
we weren't expecting you yet." "We don't usually take this long, but our captain
wanted us to give you some follow-up questions before our report," Kirkendal said
as she walked into the room. It was dimly lit, with candles on the table. Sydney
walked in, dressed in a red nightie that flowed around her. "I'm pretty sure the
candles are a fire hazard," Russell said. "Really? Darn," Sydney said. "So, can I
get you a drink." "We're on duty," Russell said. "Not any more." Russell and
Kirkendal turned to Kimberly, warning bells going off inside their heads. It was
a little late. Kimberly raised her arm and sprayed the contents of a small can
right into the officers' faces. Instantly, a wave of dizziness overtook Kirkendal
and Russell. They stumbled in place, their muscles losing feeling. Kimberly took
Russell by the arms and dragged her to the sofa as Sydney grabbed Kirkendal. "I
thought we were going to go into this slowly," Sydney grunted as she sat
Kirkendal down. "You know, a couple of drinks, some small talk, ask them about
the shows, then drug them." "We're low on time," Kimberly said as she sat the
drugged Kirkendal and Russell up on the sofa. "Maybe an hour. Otherwise they'll
be missed." "Man, I wanted to use that new oil." Sydney slipped off her necklace,
a silver chain attached to a shiny pendant. "Just get on with it," Kimberly said.
With a shrug, Sydney placed the pendant in front of the officers' line of vision
and began to lightly swing it side from side. "Diane, Jill, look at the pendant.
Watch the pendant." The drugged spray had clouded the minds of the two women,
making them susceptible to suggestion. Blearily, they focused their gaze on the
pendant swinging before them. "Watch the pendant, just watch it swing, side to
side, flashing as it goes. It's relaxing, just to watch the pendant and see it
flash and listen to my voice. It swings and flashes and it's so relaxing to watch
it. Just watch the pendant swing and listen to my voice and you begin to feel
sleepy, so sleepy. The pendant swings side to side, left to right and it's so
relaxing, you feel so sleepy. So very sleepy. It's so relaxing and you feel so
tired. All you want to do is sleep. Just sleep. Sleep and relax and do what I
say. It feels so right to do that. Just sleep. Sleep." The two detectives slumped
in their seats, eyes closed. A strand of curly hair fell over Russell's face,
which looked all the more attractive in sleep. Kirkendal's face looked content
for the first time since Sydney and Kimberly had seen her. "Diane, Jill. You are
both asleep. It feels so good to be asleep. You want to remain this way and you
will do anything to remain this way. You will do anything we say. Do you
understand?" The two nodded. Sydney took Diane by the hand and helped her to her
feet. "Come with me, Diane," she commanded, leading the entranced officer away.
Behind her, Kimberly was lying Kirkendal out on the couch. She carefully removed
her gun from its holster, putting it on the table. "Can't have it going off,"
Kimberly muttered. "We're firing up a few things ourselves." In the bedroom,
Sydney had Russell standing before her bed, swaying slightly. Hooking the straps
with her fingers, Sydney lifted and let the nightgown drop around her, showing
her thin nude form. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Russell. "Diane,
you trust me. You trust me enough to do what I say and to follow my commands. If
you do what I say, I promise you will feel so good. Take off your clothes,
Diane." Slowly, Russell began to strip. Her coat and jacket went first. Then her
shirt and short pants. Her bra was removed to let her breasts go free. She slid
her panties down to show a small dark tuft between her shapely legs. Sydney stood
up, walked towards Russell and kissed her. Russell responded with surprising
passion as Syd turned them around, laying Russell down on the bed. She pushed to
policewoman towards the headboards, placing her head on a pillow. Sydney sat up
when a flash caught her eye. Glancing over, she saw a pair of handcuffs among
Russell's discarded clothes. It was too much for the mischievous Sydney to
resist. In a flash, she had the cuffs hooked around Russell's wrists and around a
space in the headboards, cuffing Russell to the bed. Sydney lay another kiss on
Russell before moving down her body. She kissed the tightened nipples and pinched
Russell's breasts, pushing them together and loving the reaction she got when she
kissed them. She moved down Russell's body and to her clit. Placing her tongue
inside, Sydney expertly began to lick at Russell's clit, enjoying the sweet taste
coming out. In the living room, Kimberly had nicely laid Kirkendal out on the
couch. Kirkendal's clothes were undone. Her pants and panties were at her knees,
her shirt and blouse laid open and her bra pushed down. The two women were
embracing, Kimberly loving the feel of the partly dressed woman under her. She
pinched one of Kirkendal's nipples as they continued to kiss, then swung herself
around, her mouth over Kirkendal's pussy, her pussy over Kirkendal's mouth.
Kimberly paused to inhale the scent of Kirkendal's pussy, then dived in. She
kissed the clit, letting her tongue drag inside as she moved it around. She felt
Kirkendal's tongue enter her, slowly and softly, hesitant strokes at first, then
more passion to it. Kimberly felt herself pushed into ecstasy and let it drive
her as she plunged her tongue deeper into Kirkendal. In the bedroom, Sydney
crawled up Russell's body and buried her head in between her breasts, bestowing
cum-covered kisses onto them. She kissed Russell again and knew she was turned on
by the taste of her own cum on Sydney's lips. Sydney sat up and placed herself
onto Russell. "Lick me, Diane," she whispered. "Just go ahead and lick me." The
entranced officer obeyed. She got into it faster than Sydney expected, her tongue
lapping away at her. Sydney slowly began rocking on Russell, setting up a slow
rythym to match the licking. She gripped the headboard for support as she
continued to rock on Russell, letting her tongue drag into her. Russell tensed,
the cuffs chafing at the board as Sydney came, her juices falling onto the
brunette's head. Syd leaned back, a wild grin on her face. "Having fun?" Sydney
looked up to see Kimberly standing in the doorway, nude, a wetness covering her
red patch. "Just giving her a taste of what she's missing," Syd said. "Wrap it
up, clean her up and meet me in the living room," Kimberly, turning and walking
away. Sydney watched her go then looked down on the oblivious Russell. "She's
great in bed, but she definitely needs a patience lesson."

"So, that was a lot of wasted time over nothing," Russell remarked as she and
Kirkendal walked away. "An hour just to find out what we already know: they don't
know anything," Kirkendal agreed. "So, what're you going to do when you get
home?" "Maybe have a nice dinner with Bobby," Russell shrugged. "Funny, for some
reason I feel tired." "You two, huh? Maybe it's time we took a vacation." "L.A.'s
supposed to be nice."

"To a job well done," Kimberly said as she and Sydney clinked glasses of wine.
They lay in bed together, nude. "Well, we got them off our backs and had some
fun," Sydney said. "Now, if they can just forget about us, we can enjoy the rest
of our trip." "So, what'll we do tomorrow?" "I was thinking. Ever wonder what the
Jets cheerleaders do in the off-season?" Grinning, Kimberly kissed her lover.
They sank back on the bed, Syd on top. "I forgot," she said. "I got a little
souvenir." She held up her hand and let a pair of handcuffs gleam in the light.
"Put me under," Kimberly said. "Trance or arrest?" "Your choice."