Clue: A Uniform-Stealing Mystery. Epilogue

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Capt. Jeremy London sat on a chair in the middle of the museum’s main room, which was now swamped with cops. The grizzled policeman knew that he would have to give a lot of explanations to a lot of people in the next few hours, but he wanted to relax for a second before that.

In the meantime, Sgt Amanda Reilly had started to take the initial depositions of Helga Hoeness, Elizabeth Huckney and Felicia Ferrel. The museum curator, the lawyer and the paralegal were now free of their bondage, so they were fixing their torn and dishevelled clothes to protect their modesty.

‘Fortunately, we took pictures of the three of them sitting on these chairs bound, gagged and scantily clad before’, London thought. Then, the captain’s attention diverted to Amanda Reilly. The sergeant was an efficient officer, and she was very attractive too. A tallish brunette in her late twenties who wore her hair in a ponytail, Amanda had a cute face, small yet perky tits and a surprisingly round ass. She looked very hot in her police uniform, specially thanks to the pair of very tight black trousers she was wearing, which made her butt even more alluring. However, Jeremy London wondered how amazing would it be to found her bound and gagged in her underwear, after having her clothes stolen by a criminal. ‘In this line of work, I would not be surprised if this happened sooner or later’, the police captain mused. ‘Actually, it is so common that it might happen more than once’, he concluded, now looking at Detective House, who had been found in such a predicament for the second time in a row.

Capt. London had already documented the scene, but she wanted to examine it a bit more closely once more time. Brandy House sat unconscious on a chair, with her hands taped behind her back. Additional stripes of tape had been used to tie her ankles to the chair and to gag her mouth. The veteran policeman admired the body of her most trusted officer. Some people might find her a little chubby, but the captain wold describe her as voluptuous. She was very pretty too. She had a cute, round face, long, brown curly hair, and a curvaceous body. London stared at Brandy’s legs, encased in black stockings, and her round thighs and ass, barely covered by a black thong. To make things even better, the detective’s black lacy bra had been lowered, so her magnificent tits were fully on display.

If that was not enough, London also had the opportunity of admire Brenda Watkinson’s body as well. The blonde paramedic who had pretended to be a policewoman that evening sat unconscious on Brandy’s lap, with her hands taped behind her back and her mouth gagged with the same material. The captain admired the cute blonde’s voluptuous body, especially her round ass, only covered by pink cheeky panties, and her juicy melons, which were rubbing against Brandy’s even bigger breasts because the criminals had used additional tape to restrain the two lovers together.

‘Damn. These two must have some much fun together, and if you add officers Segura and Svenson on the mix…’ London started to daydream, imagining all kind of torrid scenes. The captain would love to get the spicy bondage sessions among the four women documented, but he remembered that he had been sent to sensitivity training four times in the last seven years. However, looking again at Brandy House and Brenda Watkinson, bound and gagged together in their underwear, London considered that two weeks in ‘re-education camp’ in exchange of some racy videos would be worth it. ‘I will have to think of a way. Maybe installing security cameras somewhere’, he thought, when he realised that the brunette detective was awaking from her induced slumber.

Brandy slowly started to recover her consciousness. The brunette detective noticed that she could not move, realising that her hands were taped behind back and her ankles to the chair’s legs. Also, she was gagged with tape and she could feel a piquant taste in her mouth. Not everything was bad: Brandy felt Brenda’s breasts rubbing her own tits and the image of her blonde lover sitting on her lap, bound, gagged and still sleeping was both tender and alluring. However, when the brunette detective noticed that her boss, Capt. Jeremy London, was sitting next to her, staring intently at her scantily clad body, she blushed, full with embarrassment.

London leaned over and started to remove the tape that covered the detective’s mouth. Then, Brandy spat the panties used to gag her. When she saw a pair of red lacy panties on the floor, the irony that the criminals had shoved down her mouth the same lingerie that has helped Brandy to completely figure out the case was not lost on the sharp detective.

‘Did you arrest them, Captain?’, Brandy asked, still gasping for air.

‘We did. At 5.12 pm sharp I ordered to search for Segura and Svenson’s cruiser. The transponder started to work only a few minutes later, when the criminals left Murdock’s mansion and the frequency inhibitors no longer worked. I set up a road block and we arrested the two twins, wearing a stolen police uniform and your equally stolen clothes. They were also transporting some stolen pieces of art from the museum’, Capt. London explained.

Brandy exhaled with relief and smiled. Also, Brenda was starting to wake up as well, so the detective enjoyed the pleasant feeling of the blonde’s breasts rubbing her own with more vigour as her lover stirred.

Capt. London did not miss that either, but, for once, curiosity prevailed over lust. ‘House, how the hell did you manage to serve us the two criminals on a silver platter?’, the policeman inquired.

‘To be honest, my initial plan did not include you finding us in this predicament, after having our clothes stolen, boss; however, once I figured out that I had been drugged, I doubted of our ability to arrest the two criminals. Consequently, I remembered the three-hour deadline you gave us and that you would start searching for us immediately. That is when I decided that I should stall for as long as possible, so I explained the criminals how I had cracked the case with enormous detail, so they would lose a precious time’, Brandy explained, with a smug of satisfaction in her face, her arrogant confidence almost completely restored.

‘Besides the two criminals, you managed to arrest a wanted fugitive and two eco-terrorists. I was informed that you had nothing to do with the two brats that we found in the pool house, bound, gagged and blindfolded in their underwear, the redhead maid in a similar predicament and the two military women that we found scantily clad and tied with their own pantyhose. I would like you to send me every piece of evidence you might have, nonetheless’, the captain said, with a sly smile.

‘What about the college students?’, Brandy inquired.

‘No one is going to press charges, and we are going to look the other way for our own sake. The real Autumn Andrews did not enjoy that you did not free her immediately when you found her inside the suitcase, naked, frogtied, gagged and blindfolded with a vibrator attached to her pussy, but the brunette knows that she is no saint either, so she prefers to let it go. The situation in the two students’ campus might get very interesting though, with two sororities ready to wage war on each other’, London explained.

‘So, we are good?’, Brandy asked, with a tinge of incredulity.

‘We are fucking great, House. I will have to explain a lot of things, but we scored a lot of points with our bosses and I got the bonus of seeing you and a bunch of hotties… To find out that you and the rest of the women were safe and sound, it is what I meant’, London said, realising that although he had a lot confidence with Brandy House, he could not be so outspoken unless he wanted to be sent to the sensitivity training program again. ‘Obviously, we are not going to tell anyone that your friend Brenda here is not a real cop, and I assume that Segura and Svenson will have the good sense of not sharing with anyone how the two of them were bested by a paramedic who left them bound and gagged after having their uniforms stolen’, the Captain concluded.

Brandy then thought that she had to go to the precinct to give her deposition, so Sonia Segura and Stelle Svenson would have to wait for another few hours in her apartment. ‘We will have to compensate them for this, but I am sure that Brenda will think of interesting ways of doing it. We will have to eat their pussies a lot tonight, in any case’, Brandy thought, now with a more light-hearted attitude. On the other hand, the image of the Latina cop, wearing purple lacy panties underneath black pantyhose and matching bra, and the blonde policewoman, who had opted for a red bra and a red thong underneath light-brown pantyhose, bound, gagged, blindfolded and tied together, with vibrators attached to their crotches, made the detective wish to finish all her paperwork as soon as possible.

After their talk, London left the museum because a group of journalists had already congregated outside Murdock’s mansion, so he wanted to give a statement immediately, to score a few more points. Brandy would not be surprised in the slightest if the Captain himself had been the one who had called the media. He, for sure, would have a few of the pictures taken by the police leaked to the press for a small fee and better coverage.

Once they were freed, Sgt Amanda Reilly took Brenda with her for a deposition. Brandy gave the policewoman a quick scan, especially to her rotund ass, and wondered if the attractive brunette ‘played on the same team as them’, and, if that case, if she would be willing to meet someday.

Brandy wanted to talk to Helga Hoeness before leaving. The blonde curator was a gold-digger, but she had been very helpful. The detective found her sitting on a chair, not worried in the slightest by the fact that she was only wearing black stockings, yellow lacy yellow and a matching lacy bra, her torn dress completely ruined.

‘I normally stick to the facts, because I hate speculations, but I wanted to tell you that I would not expect to get much of Mr Murdock’s inheritance. The fact that he sold the Blue Ruby years ago and put a fake one in display makes me think that he might be in serious financial trouble, so I am not sure if there will be much to distribute once his debts are settled. I do not think that there will be a museum after that either’, Brandy said with genuine affection to the blonde curator.

‘I appreciate your concern, detective, but I am no fool. Melchy had already set up a small fund and bought a small apartment in the city for me before he died’, Helga said, smiling.

‘The family might turn litigious. If they find out about you and Mia, they might try to present you as her accomplice. Please, call me in that case, so I can put any doubt to rest’, Brandy offered.

‘Detective, if you can use other parts of your body as well as that fucking brain of yours, I might call you, but for other reasons’, the blonde curator replied, winking an eye to Brandy.

The brunette detective blushed and smiled, her confidence now completely restored. However, she could not enjoy the moment for much longer. Captain London came back and said: ‘Words travel fast, House. The federals want you in a plane in two days. They did not tell me anything else, but it looks important’.

‘No problem, boss. Just one question: if I am only acting as a consultant detective, can I bring Brenda with me?’, Brandy asked with a devilish smile.

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Twins？ What a clever trick!

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Thank you for such a great work

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