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Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2025 4:43 am
by tirepanted3
Serena surveyed her fellow FEMME agents. “All right, ladies… It looks like we arrived just in the proverbial nick of time.”

Her four coworkers, standing outside the black FEMME van parked some ways from the crowd of reporters outside the mayor’s mansion, all nodded.

Serena turned back to the crowd of reporters, as well as the five underwear-clad women now in the process of being freed from their bonds. “Ladies and gentlemen, I understand that you’re all quite confused and perhaps shaken by what’s going on around here. Trust me, my fellow officers and I will take care of everything. In the meantime, we must request that no one leaves the grounds. You are all to head into the foyer, where you will be safe while we secure the area.”

The reporters looked around at each other. A few of them turned back to Serena and began peppering her with questions.

Serena held up a hand. “No time for interviews now. I believe I made myself quite clear.” She placed a hand on her hip in a manner that ensured all the reporters could see the sizable gun strapped to it. “Now, do my friends and I need to ask again?”

The reporters stopped talking. Then, one by one, they turned and stepped away, in the direction of the guesthouses. A few maids stood by to help the underwear-clad quintet of women to their feet, then ushered them along as well.

Serena smiled to herself. The FEMME armor she wore, along with the weapons she brandished, immediately made her the person in command of any situation.

She liked the way that felt.

A woman with light skin and dark blonde hair that she wore in a shoulder-length angled bob, Serena maintained the athletic body of a military woman from her time serving in the Army. She also retained an authoritative air from her training days, and was happy to use it whenever a crowd of people needed to be quelled.

Her face growing serious once more, she turned to her fellow law-enforcement agents.

All five women were dressed in standard-issue FEMME gear - a black Kevlar vest over black bodysuit with elbow and knee pads, thick black boots, dark sunglasses, and a black baseball cap with the signature acronym of their organization.

“Jackie, you’re with me,” Serena said. “We’ll investigate the east side of the mansion. Hilde, Ximena, you take the west side. Erika, stay here and monitor the van. Keep an eye out.”

She adjusted her cap. “Anyone sees anything suspicious, radio the others. Got it?”

The others nodded.

“Great. Let’s move, ladies.”

*****************

From afar, two women in security uniforms watched the FEMME agents.

“They’re splitting up,” Atsuko whispered. “That’s a bit of good luck…”

Carolyn nodded, but said nothing.

Atsuko turned to her. “Hey… you can do this. Remember, the others are counting on us.”

Carolyn nodded. “I know.”

Atsuko grasped her wife’s hand. “It’ll be okay.”

Carolyn smiled, looking into her wife’s eyes. “It always will be.”

Then her face grew serious again. “I’ll handle the two heading west…”

*******************

Serena and Jackie stepped cautiously towards the garden, observing the ground with caution.

Serena pointed at a patch of grass, where a small white cloth had been discarded. “There… Look.”

She knelt down, picked it up, and held it to her nose. “Chloroform… I’d say we’re getting close.”

Jackie, who had served with Serena for two years in the military, nodded. She glanced at the ground nearby. “Broken twigs, scuffed-up dirt… Signs of a struggle. Pretty recent, I’d say.”

A tall, svelte woman whose toned muscle belied her slender frame, Jackie had dark skin and dark brown hair that she had tied back in a short ponytail. Her green eyes scanned the area. “We’re close to the truth, I can sense it…”

“Hi,” a woman’s voice called from behind them.

The officers turned, tensed. But they reflexively relaxed when they saw the newcomer wore a security uniform.

“I’m one of Mayor Hargrove’s guards,” Atsuko explained. “Thank goodness you’ve arrived… We’ve caught one of the intruders, but she refuses to cooperate and tell us where her friends are hiding.”

At this, Jackie smiled confidently. “No need to worry… I’m an expert at enhanced interrogation. Show me where she is, and I’ll have her begging to tell us everything within minutes.”

Atsuko let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s wonderful to hear… Follow me.”

She led the two FEMME agents around a bed of marigolds to a somewhat dilapidated-looking garden shed by the side of the mansion.

“She’s in there,” Atsuko pointed into the darkness of the shed, a nervous look on her face. “We’ve restrained her, but she’s quite intimidating… I’m… afraid to face her.”

The agents nodded. “That’s what we’re here for, ma’am,” Serena said. “Protecting women who can’t protect themselves.”

“You just stay out here,” Jackie added. “We’ll deal with everything.”

Atsuko nodded as the two women entered the garden shed. “Thank you… so much.”

Then she quickly grabbed the doors to the shed and slammed them shut.

From inside, Jackie whirled. “Hey, what…?”

Serena scowled. “A trap! Get the door!”

From the darkness, a woman’s voice sounded. “Oh, but you’ve just arrived…”

“Who said that?” Jackie’s hand rested on her gun.

“Night-vision goggles,” Serena advised.

Each woman pulled a pair of high-tech goggles from her belt.

The next moment, a pair of shovels swung from the darkness, knocking the goggles from their hands.

“Sorry, girls! No cheating!”

Serena’s eyebrows raised. “Who--?”

In the dim lighting, they could make out two lithe female figures leaping toward them.

Atsuko pressed an ear to the door. She could hear the sounds of scuffling inside – punches, kicks, varied grunts of pain. There was no question that the FEMME agents were putting up a real fight.

After thirty seconds or so, all went quiet again.

Atsuko held her breath. She knew the FEMME agents were expert fighters and combatants. Had they lived up to their reputations? Or…?

The door opened from within. Atsuko stepped back, tensed and waiting.

The next moment, a hand popped out and gave a thumbs-up signal.

Atsuko exhaled in relief.

Sonja’s face appeared, grinning. “Damn, that was a workout. I really needed it.”

She allowed Atsuko to enter the shed. The lightbulb dangling from the ceiling had been flipped on.

On the floor between the gardening tools and bags of compost lay the two defeated FEMME agents, unconscious. Chandra had knelt down and begun unlacing Jackie’s boots.

“Good thing we had the foresight to lure them into a dark area,” she observed. “These gals probably could have taken us in a fair fight.”

Sonja raised her hands in victory. “Hooray for cheating!”

Then she paused and wobbled slightly. “Oof…”

“You okay?” Chandra asked. “There may still be some aftereffects from that drugged tea…”

“I told you, I’m fine,” Sonja replied, shaking off any dizziness. “Come on, let’s strip these babes. I’m curious to see what kind of underwear a FEMME agent wears!”

Despite her high hopes, Sonja was disappointed – Serena’s underwear was a plain vanilla-white sports bra and matching boyshorts, while Jackie’s consisted of an eggshell-white triangle bra and bikini panties. Some pink lace trimming around the latter’s bra was the only color to be found.

“Such a letdown,” Sonja murmured as she and Sonja donned the FEMME uniforms.

Atsuko used some grey gardening hose to bind the real FEMME agents in a corner, and used strips of burlap as makeshift gags. She worked quickly and efficiently – by the time Chandra and Sonja were lacing up their black boots, both Serena and Jackie were safely out of commission.

“Great work,” Chandra nodded approvingly at Atsuko. “And hey… no hard feelings about earlier today, right? Sorry about knocking you out and leaving you tied up in a closet.”

Atsuko gave a slight chuckle in response. “All forgiven… I should thank you for breaking up my boring day in the office, even if it was just so you and your girlfriend could iron out your kinks.”

“My…?” Chandra glanced over at Sonja. “Oh, no… It’s not like that. She’s not my…”

Atsuko looked surprised at this. “Really? You two make a cute couple.”

Chandra raised an eyebrow. “No, we don’t.”

Sonja stroked her chin in thought. “Actually… she might have a point. I’ve never been with a woman before, but if you’re interested…”

“I’m not,” Chandra tersely replied. “Can we please focus? We need to rendezvous with the others.”

Atsuko nodded. “Hopefully they’re having as much luck as we are...”

*********************

Carolyn took a deep breath as she approached the two FEMME agents now advancing toward the west side of the mansion.

Buck up, girl, you can do this.

The two FEMME agents in question, Hilde and Ximena, had their eyes peeled for anything suspicious or dangerous. They didn’t give a second glance to the meek-looking redhead standing near the bushes.

Hilde was a tall and imposing woman, with light skin and strawberry-blonde hair that was tied back in a thick, shoulder-length braid. A former gymnast, she was just as eager to use physical strength to overcome any trouble as she was resorting to her weapons.

Her partner and best friend, Ximena, was a tough, well-toned Mexican woman with dusky skin and black hair that hung loosely behind her shoulders. She was shorter and a bit slimmer than Hilde, but no less dangerous with a gun.

The two women had been hired by FEMME together, due to their proficiency in working as a team. They had made several arrests since putting on the signature black uniforms, and were eager to increase their count today.

“Ex… excuse me,” Carolyn spoke up.

The two agents turned to see the nervous-looking redhead in security uniform approaching them.

“We’re securing the area, honey,” Hilde said. “You shouldn’t be out here, there are dangerous people about.”

“I… found something,” Carolyn said, as confidently as she could. “Something that could be a clue, to explain where the infiltrators are hiding.”

Hilde and Ximena exchanged a glance.

Then Ximena nodded. “All right, lead the way.”

Carolyn led the two FEMME agents away from the mansion and towards the nearby guesthouse.

“I… just want to say,” Carolyn continued. “I think you FEMME women are doing great work. I fully support your cause.”

“Glad to hear it,” Hilde nodded. “Crimefighting is tough work, but someone’s gotta do it.”

“Especially with all the criminal women running around today,” Ximena added. “Not sure what’s happened in recent years, with all the muggings going on these days. But we’re gonna put a stop to it.”

Carolyn approached the door to one of the guest rooms. “I hope so.” She twisted the knob and pushed, but the door didn’t budge.

She turned to the agents. “This door is jammed, but I hear muffled sounds behind it – whoever is inside sounds like they need help.”

Hilde turned to her partner. “Would you care to do the honors, ‘Mena?”

Ximena grinned. “My pleasure. Stand back, please.”

She lashed out with a high kick that splintered the door’s hinges.

On the bed of the guestroom lay a tan-skinned, dark-haired woman, in just her blue-and-white underwear, bound and gagged with bedsheets. She looked the picture of exhaustion, the product of several hours of struggling.

“Who’s this?” Hilde asked.

“I recognize her,” Carolyn said, remembering the info she had been fed. “Her name’s Marcella, she’s one of the maids… Someone must have assaulted her and stolen her uniform.”

Ximena frowned. “Are there any other women tied up in this area?”

“There might be,” Carolyn replied. “I can show you the other rooms.”

“Good idea. Hilde, you stay here and untie this poor girl. I’ll go with this guard to check the rest of the guesthouse.”

“Copy that.”

Hilde turned back to the still-struggling Marcella as Carolyn led Ximena out of the room.

“It’s all right, ma’am. You can stop struggling. We FEMME agents have everything under control.” Hilde pulled a knife from her belt.

From behind her, the guestroom’s closet door slowly and quietly opened.

Marcella’s eyes widened. She began “mmmmppphh”ing frantically.

Hilde had her back turned to the closet, her attention focused on Marcella. “Calm down, honey, I’m just using this to cut your ropes. No need to be scared.”

Marcella shook her head. She continued to moan into her gag.

“You need to stay still,” Hilde instructed her. “These ropes look tight. Whoever tied you up did a good and efficient job.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Oksana said from behind her.

Hilde whirled, knife at the ready. But Oksana grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply. Hilde grunted and dropped the knife.

The next moment, Oksana spun Hilde around and put her in a tight sleeper hold.

“You’ve got a lot of armor and weapons, but you still need to breathe.”

“Grrrmmmhh…” Hilde struggled furiously. With a titanic burst of strength, she kicked her thick-soled boot back, into Oksana’s leg.

Oksana winced in pain, and her grip loosened. Hilde broke free and immediately tackled Oksana to the floor.

“You’re under arrest,” she declared, pinning Oksana to the carpet.

The FEMME agent was strong – quite strong indeed. And she now had gravity on her side. Oksana needed to fight back, but the day’s escapades had exhausted her more than she’d realized.

Then she saw Hilde’s braided ponytail. It now dangled past the FEMME agent’s shoulder, inches from Oksana’s face.

Oksana had always prided herself on being a skilled and fair fighter. She knew multiple forms of hand-to-hand combat, and never resorted to dirty tricks.

But these were desperate circumstances.

Swallowing her pride, Oksana grabbed Hilde’s braid and yanked as hard a she could.

Hilde let out a cry of pain and jerked her head back. Oksana quickly kneed her in the stomach, then rolled away.

Hilde got to her feet, wincing in pain. “You bitch, I’ll…”

She turned to see Oksana swinging a heavy lamp at her head. WHAM!

The FEMME agent collapsed to the carpet and did not get back up.

Oksana took a moment to catch her breath. Then she glanced at Marcella, who now stared at her in fear.

“Oh, settle down. I just brought you a roommate.”

******************

Ximena glanced back from the guestroom she had just entered. “What was that noise?”

Standing out in the hallway, Carolyn bit her lip. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“I think it came from that room we just left…” Ximena stepped toward the door leading to the hallway.

Carolyn blocked her way. “I’m sorry.”

Ximena raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know who you are, but get out of my way. I am authorized to use force if necessary…”

Carolyn shut the door, leaving Ximena inside the room.

Ximena scowled. “Ma’am, don’t make me break down another door.”

“You don’t need to worry about her,” a voice said from behind Ximena.

Adelaide stepped out of the closet. “She’s a good girl… A little too pure-hearted for my tastes, but that’s not a bad thing. She really respects you FEMME ladies – though I don’t understand why. She’s doing this despite her better judgment.”

Ximena scowled, and her hand went to her holster. “Identify yourself, before I shoot you.”

Adelaide tilted her head. “Shoot me with what?”

Ximena’s fingers grasped empty air. She glanced down in surprise to see that her gun had disappeared.

“That’s the nice thing about the redhead,” Adelaide grinned. “She’s so sweet and unassuming, you don’t even realize when she lifts your pistol.”

She cracked her knuckles. “Now, you FEMME ladies have made my life pretty difficult as of late. So while I need your uniform for practical purposes, I’ll be honest – I’m gonna enjoy stealing it.”

Ximena growled. “Over my dead body.”

“No, just unconscious will do. I’m not a killer.”

Ximena growled and lunged at Adelaide. But the professional thief was faster than she looked. She ducked, then dove for the woman’s ankles and sent her crashing to the floor.

“Why, you… oof!” Ximena’s words were cut short as Adelaide hit her with a neck chop.

The FEMME agent shook her head groggily, but tried to get up again.

Adelaide looked surprised. “Wow, you FEMME ladies really are tough. Let’s try a double helping.”

She hit the FEMME agent with two simultaneous judo chops, one on each side of her neck. Ximena groaned and slumped to the floor.

Adelaide exhaled in relief. “There we go.”

Then she called to the doorway. “All clear!”

Carolyn opened the door and entered the room. She had tucked Ximena’s gun into her own holster.

“Is… she okay?”

Adelaide smiled. “She’s fine. Just needs to sleep off a few neck chops.”

“A… few? How many…?”

“Save the questions, will ya? We need to get you into her uniform.”

“Me?” Carolyn looked surprised. “But… I thought you were…”

“I’ve got a different disguise. Now come on, hurry up! We gotta get Atsuko out of here safely.”

Carolyn nodded. “Of course.”

******************

Oksana pressed her thick-soled black boot against a footstool and did up the laces. She reached for the boot's twin and began working it on her other foot.

The door to the guestroom opened, and Adelaide entered. She was dragging the unconscious Ximena along with her. The FEMME agent, stripped to a grey underwire bra and white hiphuggers, was bound and gagged with pink bedsheets.

"Got you a present," Adelaide announced.

Oksana nodded toward the bed. "Put her with the others."

Marcella lay on the bed, still fuming. To her left was the unconscious Hilde, stripped to a black racerback bra and matching boyshorts. She had also been bound and gagged with thickly twisted bedsheets.

Adelaide lay Ximena on the other side of the bed, to Marcella's right. Marcella glared at her.

"Oh, cheer up! You're literally surrounded by FEMME agents. These two will keep you nice and safe."

Carolyn entered the room, somewhat uneasily.

Adelaide turned toward her. "Wow! Aren't you a picture."

Carolyn was dressed in Ximena's FEMME uniform, including cap, boots, and belt. She took a deep breath.

"How does the uniform feel?" Adelaide asked.

"It's... nice," Carolyn admitted. "I wish we didn't have to do this, but the uniform does feel good."

"It certainly looks good," Adelaide nodded. "You look like a real supercop. Hard to believe you're the same girl as the mild-mannered bus driver I mugged a few years ago."

Carolyn sighed. "I'm not the same girl. I've worn too many other uniforms since then."

"Well," Oksana said, standing up and adjusting her cap, "you wear this one just fine. Now let's go. We need to meet up with the others."

She and Adelaide headed for the door.

Carolyn glanced over at Marcella and the two unconscious FEMME agents flanking her. She caught the maid's eye.

"You'll be okay," Carolyn said softly. "I know you're scared, I know you're hurt. But trust me, you'll be okay. And if you're lucky, this experience will turn you into a better woman... just like it did for me."

With that, she was out the door.

*******************

Erika checked her watch as she leaned against the side of the FEMME van. Where were her teammates? At least one of them should have radioed in by now.

Erika didn’t mind being the one staying back to watch the van – she was quite skilled at surveillance, after all. But the lack of communication from her fellow FEMME agents was beginning to agitate her.

Erika was the smallest of the five members of her team, though in keeping with FEMME’s physical requirements, she was still taller and more muscular than average woman. She had light skin and chestnut-brown hair in a bowl cut beneath her black cap. Her standard FEMME armor was neatly pressed, per usual.

Erika lifted her radio to her lips. She was about to call her teammates when she saw movement from the side of the house.

Two women in FEMME uniforms identical to her own were approaching her.

Erika smiled as the two women neared the van. “Finally… What took you so long?”

“Needed a change of clothes,” Chandra explained.

“Fortunately, your friends were happy to oblige,” Sonja added.

Erika’s smile disappeared. “Hey wait, you’re not my—”

Chandra and Sonja pounced before she could finish her sentence.

Two-against-one wasn’t quite playing fair, but Chandra and Sonja were never prone to following the rules. Despite her training and weaponry, Erika didn’t stand much of a chance.

Within minutes, the FEMME agent was snoozing peacefully behind some hedges, stripped to her beige sports bra and tan seamless panties, bound hand and foot with her own cuffs and gagged with a white torniquet.

“They look so angelic once they’re tied up and hidden away,” Sonja mused, observing the sleeping officer. Then she staggered back, nearly bumping into Chandra, who was gathering up Erika’s pilfered uniform.

“Hey, watch it!”

“Sorry… I guess the tea has some aftereffects…”

Chandra handed the FEMME uniform to Atsuko. “Here, put this on… And make it snappy. We’re almost home free.”

As Atsuko got dressed behind some bushes, two more women in FEMME uniforms strode up. They were followed by Adelaide.

“Any difficulties?” Chandra asked Carolyn and Oksana.

Oksana shook her head. “Had a good workout tussling with one of the supercops, but otherwise no problems.”

Carolyn said nothing at first, but she did raise her eyebrows when Atsuko stepped out of the bushes in FEMME regalia.

“Wow.”

Atsuko smiled at her. “Wow, yourself.”

Carolyn sighed wistfully. “You make a gorgeous FEMME agent… I wouldn’t oppose you joining their ranks.”

“After today, I don’t think any of us will be welcome in their ranks,” Atsuko chuckled.

“Fair enough…” Carolyn glanced over at Adelaide. “Still surprised you didn’t take one of the uniforms.”

“There are five agents, and six of us,” Adelaide replied. “Besides, these FEMME idiots make my skin crawl. I couldn’t tolerate being dressed up as one.”

“It’s fine either way,” Chandra replied. “We’ve subdued the agents, we’ve subdued the mercenaries. Let’s get to the FEMME van and skedaddle.”

“Wait!” Carolyn interrupted.

“What is it?”

“Those mercenaries… We need to take them into custody.”

Chandra rolled her eyes. “We’ve done enough. They’re out of commission. We leave them for the authorities.”

“We are the authorities,” Carolyn replied. “Or at least, we’re masquerading as them. If we don’t arrest these women, they might escape before any real cops get here.”

“She has a point,” Oksana added. “Katerina and her team are still out for vengeance, and they’ll be targeting us. We need to take care of them now.”

Chandra sighed.

“Let’s make this quick.”

********************

Svetlana glared up at Chandra with pure venom in her eyes.

Despite her reservations about sticking around, Chandra had to admit some level of satisfaction at seeing the woman who had only an hour ago tried to kill her now reduced to her current form. Svetlana was stripped to her spartan white bra and panties, handcuffed, footcuffed, and gagged with a thick white cloth. She lay inside a wooden packing crate, the tight fit pressing her knees up against her chin.

Chandra closed the lid of the crate and hammered it in place, relishing the gagged squeals of protest that emanated from within.

Nearby, Katerina, Marta, Alisa, and Olga – themselves all stripped down to their plain white bras and panties – were also in the process of having their bound-and-gagged forms secured inside wooden crates.

Olga mmmphed angrily as Oksana shoved her into one of the crates, and attempted to utter a final witticism before the lid was closed. Alas, her comedic talents were muffled by the gag, and none of her captors would ever decipher it.

Carolyn gently eased Alisa into another crate. When no one else was looking, she loosened the woman’s gag.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she whispered.

Alisa nodded. “If things go well, the CIA will find me and free me from prison. I’ll tell them all I know… Hopefully it will be enough… Hopefully I will see my daughter again.”

“Good luck,” Carolyn said softly.

“Thank you… Thank ymmmmppphhh…” Alisa’s comments muffled away as Carolyn retied the gag. The Russian made no more sounds as Carolyn closed the lid.

“Job well done, girls,” Chandra addressed her team. “Now let’s pack these crates in the van and get out of here.”

“Not so fast!”

The six women turned in surprise to see a pair of ladies in business attire approaching.

“So glad you showed up,” the taller of the two said. “I’m Claudia, this is Zephyr. We were ambushed earlier today by a group of women pretending to be FEMME agents. Thank goodness the real FEMME agents finally arrived.”

Chandra hid a smirk.

“Have you located the infiltrators?” Zephyr asked.

“Indeed we have,” Oksana nodded. “They’re safely packaged and ready for transport.” She patted the crate containing Marta, prompting an angry grunt from within.

“Perfect,” Claudia nodded. “Now hurry up and come with us.”

The disguised women looked surprised.

“With you?” Oksana asked. “But…”

“No buts.” Claudia beckoned toward the front lawn of the mansion. “The mayor’s speech will be starting any minute now, and she wants you all up at the podium behind her.”

Chandra and Sonja exchanged glances, as did Oksana and Adelaide, Carolyn and Atsuko. They quickly realized they could not protest without arousing suspicion.

“Go on ahead,” Adelaide quietly told her five associates. “I’ll start the van.”

After a moment’s hesitance, the five women in FEMME uniforms began to follow the two mayoral assistants toward the front lawn.

********************

Delilah Hargrove stood proudly up at the podium in front of her mansion, facing the crowd of wealthy donors, politicians, and reporters before her.

“Good evening,” she said into the microphone. “I trust you all know why I’ve asked you here.”

Immediately, the reporters began shouting various questions, relating to mercenaries and attacks and the group of bound-and-gagged woman who had spilled out the back of a gardening van. Hargrove held up a hand for silence.

“Please, please… I know you have questions. I know you’re all concerned, perhaps even scared. And I don’t blame you. We live in scary times.”

She glanced back at Jenna, standing a few feet behind her. Jenna nodded enocuragingly.

Hargrove returned her gaze to the crowd. “Earlier today, I was targeted… A group of women attempted to assassinate me. And they almost succeeded – but their plans were thwarted by the guardian angels of this city. The heroines we can all count on. The women of FEMME!”

On cue, Chandra, Sonja, Oksana, Carolyn, and Atsuko ascended the stage, dressed in their appropriated FEMME uniforms, and took their stand behind the mayor. The crowd applauded.

“What if someone recognizes us?” Carolyn whispered.

“Stay calm,” Atsuko replied. “Just look tough and cool. We’ll get through this.”

“In the few months since I’ve taken office, FEMME has transformed this city,” Hargrove continued. “Scores of female muggers have been arrested. Dozens of so-called ‘uniform thieves’ have been brought to justice. No longer do good women in uniform need to fear being attacked for their clothes!”

Chandra rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

“But this is only the beginning,” Hargrove added. “As you can see, the uniform thieves are getting desperate. They infiltrated my home, attacked my staff, left several good women tied up in their underwear. And it was only thanks to FEMME that they were thwarted.

“So I pledge to you that FEMME will grow – it must grow. Not merely for patrolling the streets, but our buildings and institutions as well. We should have female guards posted everywhere, the better to protect all the women in our lives! To preserve a future for strong and independent women, we must act now!

“That’s why I need your help… I need you to help FEMME become what it needs to be. It’s an expensive project, recruiting so many women and giving them the tools they need to fight crime. But we can do it. We MUST do it!”

The crowd applauded again, more loudly this time.

Chandra and Sonja frowned.

Carolyn smiled.

“But don’t just take it from me,” Hargrove said, gesturing to the women behind her. “The leader of this team of heroines has agreed to say a few words explaining the vitality of FEMME, why we need it now more than ever.”

She turned to Sonja. “Serena, if you please?”

Sonja looked surprised for a moment. Then she realized the case of mistaken identity that was occurring. Serena, the woman whose uniform she had stolen, was of very similar appearance to her, with light skin and short blonde hair.

Sonja wasn’t sure what to do. She glanced at Chandra, who simply shrugged helplessly.

Sonja looked back at Hargrove, who now gestured for her to take the podium.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward.

She was silent for a moment, trying to come up with the right words.

“Good evening,” she addressed the crowd. “I’m Son… Serena, and this is my team.”

She gestured at the women in FEMME uniforms behind her. The crowd applauded.

“As the mayor said, we FEMME ladies are working hard to stop uniform stealers everywhere! Those women are the worst, and we will bring them all to justice!”

The female members of the audience cheered at this.

“But ladies,” Sonja continued, “you can all do your part to fight uniform thieves. Whether or not you’re a FEMME agent, there are safe and easy ways to protect yourselves from these evil women.”

She paused for effect. The crowd listened with rapt attention.

“First, it’s important to constantly wear clothes and uniforms made of stretchable fabrics. The sort of clothes that can fit other women, even if they’re not exactly your size. Uniform thieves hate when you do that!

“Second, make a habit of wearing caps, sunglasses, and even masks, if your job allows it. Anything that conceals your face. Trust me, uniform thieves hate that too.

“Third, if you work in an office building, make sure the supply closets are always well-stocked with twine and duct tape. For safety purposes, of course! Just as a general rule.

“And fourth – and most importantly – get creative with your choice of underwear! Don’t just wear plain white bras and panties. Explore different styles and colors! That way, even if you do get knocked out for your clothes, at least you’ll look provide a nice visual bonus for your mugger.”

She smiled at the crowd. “Any questions?”

The crowd was silent.

Off to one side, Hargrove stared at Sonja in shock and horror. She now recognized the woman at the podium.

Sonja turned to Hargrove and gave a professional smile. “Anyway, a big round of applause to the mayor, without whom none of us would be wearing these uniforms!”

At this, the audience applauded. Hargrove grit her teeth.

She turned to Jenna. “Call security,” she hissed.

Jenna looked over at Claudia and Zephyr, who both appeared quite confused.

She then looked over at Chandra, who caught her eye and shook her head.

Jenna took a deep breath.

“Er… ma’am, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”

“What? Why not? These women are imposters! They probably mugged the real FEMME agents for their uniforms!”

“If we reveal that in front of this crowd of reporters… FEMME will be a laughingstock. No one will ever take it seriously. We can’t reveal anything now.”

“But…”

Hargrove looked at Jenna, then over at the five women in FEMME uniforms. Then she looked over at the crowd of expectant reporters.

She groaned.

Then she approached the podium and smiled at Sonja. “Thank you! And let’s have one more cheer for the incredible women of FEMME!”

The crowd cheered.

Chandra gave Jenna a brief thumbs-up. Jenna tried to ignore her.

Hargrove leaned over to Sonja and whispered through grinning, gritted teeth. “I’ll make you pay for this someday. I don’t know how, but you’ll be sorry.”

Sonja chuckled and put an arm around Hargrove’s shoulder. “Don’t be so negative, Madame Mayor. We saved your life, remember?”

“Yes, but…”

“Besides,” Chandra said, approaching and flanking her other shoulder. “Your approval rating is about to go up.”

******************

Rather wisely, Sonja, Chandra, and their cohorts chose to exit the premises quickly afterwards.

Adelaide pulled up to the gate in the FEMME van.

“All aboard!”

Carolyn exhaled as she climbed into the rear of the van. “Can’t believe it. We’re almost home. I can’t wait to get out of this uniform.”

Atsuko smiled as she climbed in next to her. “I can’t wait to help you out of it.”

Carolyn felt her cheeks warm. “I’d like that.”

Chandra and Sonja sat down across from them. Oksana climbed up front with Adelaide, who started the engine.

Moments later, they were free of the mansion.

All were silent for a few moments.

Then Chandra burst out laughing.

“We did it,” she said, a note of amazement in her voice. “We went up against Hargrove and FEMME… and we got away. We made them look like fools.” She turned to Sonja. “You made them look like fools.”

Sonja beamed. “I just spoke from the heart.”

“We’ll need to get away fast,” Oksana interrupted. “No doubt the mayor will put out a call on our vehicle… Other FEMME agents will be searching for us, if they aren’t already.”

“But they’ve also got to contend with the mercenaries we left them,” Chandra pointed out. “They’ll want to make sure Katerina and her gang are safely locked away, first thing.”

Adelaide frowned. “That won’t buy us much time. We’ll need to ditch this van and these uniforms soon.”

At that moment, Oksana’s radio buzzed. She answered.

“Polina? Where are you?”

*****************

“Just taking care of some loose ends,” Polina grinned.

She was currently in Heather Smythe’s office, eyeing the document she had “persuaded” the diplomat to sign.

“Good news, Oksy,” Polina said into the phone. “We’re in the clear! Heather Smythe wiped our criminal slates clean – and Elena’s, too! She faked a few documents, and we’re citizens!”

“How did you get her to do that?” Oksana asked.

“Oh, there’s a lot a woman will do when her reputation is at stake,” Polina grinned. “Not to mention her daughter.”

Indeed, Heather sat at her desk, arms on her desk, glaring at Polina… while nearby sat the cowering college girl Dahlia, currently under the watchful eyes of Elena. Lupe stood by the door, surveying the scene.

“Now, as long as Heather Smythe keeps quiet about our little deal, we won’t tell the authorities how she kidnapped Lupe and Elena,” Polina continued. “And her dear Dahlia won’t have to worry about us anymore, either. But if she reneges on the agreement…”

“I won’t,” Heather said through gritted teeth. “Now please, get out of my office.”

“Remember, we’re always watching,” Polina said.

Then she turned to Dahlia. “Pleasure meeting you too, girl. No hard feelings about me mugging your chauffeur?”

Dahlia gulped. “Please don’t hurt me. We’ve given you everything you want.”

“Well, not everything…” Polina took a moment to eye Dahlia’s knee-length brown leather boots. A sly smile spread across her lips.

“Just one more thing…”

************

Minutes later, Polina strode out of the office, sporting a pair of shiny brown patent leather boots.

“How do I look?” she asked Elena.

Elena tilted her head in thought. “I suppose they look fine… but it doesn’t quite match your FEMME uniform.”

Polina nodded. “Good point.”

Lupe frowned. “You don’t plan to steal another set of clothes just to match these boots, do you?”

Polina considered for a moment. “Well, now that you mention it…”

Lupe sighed. “You’re impossible…”

At that moment, Polina’s radio buzzed again.

She spoke into it. “Oksy, hey. What’s up? You guys in the clear?”

“We are,” Oksana confirmed. “But we need to ditch our FEMME outfits – a call went out to all agents around the city. They’re checking everyone’s IDs to find any imposters. I recommend you ditch your own FEMME disguise, if you haven’t already.”

“Copy that.”

Polina turned to Lupe and Elena. “Guess I do need a change of clothes if we want to leave this building without anyone stopping me.”

Lupe sighed.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long.” Polina brightened as an idea entered her mind. “I know just the girl who can help me. She was at the front desk when I came in, and she’s just about the proper size…”

********************

Corinne was still at the front desk at the embassy lobby, chewing gum and typing away at her computer.

The receptionist was still professionally dressed in her dark blue peplum blouse, black pencil skirt, sheer nude tights, and flat black shoes. She absent-mindedly twirled the pencil that was stuck in her frizzy red hair.

A glance at her watch made her smile. Five minutes till quitting time. She was one day closer to retirement, one day closer to spending her days lounging on a beach with a handsome lifeguard at her beck and call.

The phone rang. The caller ID told Corinne it was coming from the second floor. She answered. “Front desk.”

“Good evening, Corinne,” a woman’s voice replied. “Would you mind coming upstairs for a few minutes?”

Corinne checked her watch again. “Four minutes till quitting time. Can this wait till tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid it’s rather urgent,” the woman replied. “Ms. Smythe is in trouble, and said that you’re the only one who can help her.”

Corinne rolled her eyes. “I bet she says that to all the gorgeous redheaded secretaries.”

“It won’t take more than a few minutes, I promise,” the woman added. “And there will be a nice bonus in it for you.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.” Corinne removed her chewing gum and tossed it in the trash. “Never fear, the receptionist is on her way.”

Corinne stepped away from her desk and over to the elevators. She made her way up to the second floor.

With a ding, the doors slid open, and Corinne stepped out. She began walking down the hallway to Smythe’s office.

Then she heard a voice calling her from a nearby lounge. “Ah, there you are!”

Corinne turned to see a woman in a FEMME uniform and brown boots beckoning her from the doorway. “Hurry up, we need your help.”

Corinne stepped towards the lounge, eyeing the woman’s ensemble. “Sorry, hon, but the only emergency I’m seeing is one that requires the fashion police.”

Polina frowned. “Hey! I’m the one who’s supposed to make the quips here.”

She pulled out her tranquilizer gun and aimed it at the receptionist.

Corinne raised her hands. “Whoa! Okay, sorry for the jokes. You look gorgeous in that outfit.”

“Yeah, but I’d look better in yours.” Polina fired, A tranquilizer dart hit Corinne in the shoulder.

Corinne’s eyes rolled back. “But… it’s two minutes… till quitting ti…”

She fell forward. Polina caught her and dragged her into the lounge, where Lupe was waiting.

“Is she okay?” Lupe asked.

“Of course,” Polina replied. “Harmless tranquilizer dart. Just like I used on you a while back.”

Lupe frowned. “Why do you need to remind me of that?”

“I’m just making a point.” Polina laid Corinne on the ground and began unbuttoning her blouse. “It didn’t hurt when I knocked you out, right?”

Lupe’s cheeks turned red. “Er…not really…” she mumbled.

“That’s what I love about these tranquilizers,” Polina explained. “It puts ladies to sleep quickly and painlessly. Just a little pinch, and you’re off to dreamland.”

She stopped stripping Corinne and looked up at Lupe. “I never wanted to hurt you, Lupe. I hope you know that. I never want to hurt beautiful women.”

Lupe bit her lip. “I…”

“You don’t have to forgive me,” Polina said. “I put you in some tough situations. I almost got you killed today. And I’m truly sorry. But you don’t have to forgive me.”

Lupe stared at the floor for several seconds. Then she looked up. “I… I for…”

At that moment, Elena popped her head out of the lounge’s closet.

“I found some spare duct tape!” she announced. “Silver color, my favorite for binding.”

Polina gave a quick glance from her to Lupe. Then she smiled at Elena. “Great work.”

She finished stripping the unconscious Corinne down to a plum triangle bra and orange tanga panties, then changed out of her FEMME uniform while Elena bound and gagged the receptionist.

“Aren’t you stealing her shoes, too?” Elena inquired.

Polina shook her head. “Nah, I like these boots I’m wearing too much.”

Elena thought for a moment. “It feels… wrong to steal a woman’s clothes without stealing her shoes.”

“Feels wrong to steal a woman’s clothes, period,” Lupe murmured.

Elena brightened. “I will steal her shoes! That way she won’t feel left out.”

Polina grinned as she donned Corinne’s outfit. “Atta girl, Elena. You’re all heart.”

Lupe rolled her eyes. Still, she couldn’t help but smile slightly, if only at the absurdity of the situation she was in.

Once Corinne was bound and gagged, Elena dragged her into the closet. “Enjoy the nap! Don’t forget to write!”

At this, Lupe burst out laughing.

Elena and Polina both looked surprised.

“Did you like my joke?” Elena asked.

Lupe shook her head as she continued chuckling. “No… It made no sense.” She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

*******************

Polina, Lupe, and Elena exited the embassy just in time to see the large FEMME van pull up to the curb.

Lupe and Elena looked a bit stunned, but Polina quieted them down. “No worries, girls, it’s just my friends!”

Oksana stepped out of the passenger seat. “So it looks like everything went well? You’re all okay?”

Polina nodded and stepped forward. “All perfectly fine… Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s… these boots,” Polina explained. “They’re too small.”

“So take them off.”

“No way! They’re too cute.”

Oksana sighed. “You are such an idiot.”

Polina hugged her. “Good to see you too, Oksy.”

The rear doors of the van opened, and Carolyn and Atsuko hopped out.

“Look!” Carolyn pointed. “That gardening van across the street. Is that the one we arrived at the mansion in?”

Polina nodded. “Sorry I had to commandeer it.”

“Our regular clothes are still in there,” Carolyn told her wife excitedly. “That means we can change out of these FEMME uniforms and into civilian clothes that belong to us! We don’t need to steal another set of clothes.”

Atsuko couldn’t help smiling at this. “We don’t have to steal another set of clothes ever again.”

Carolyn exhaled. “Babe, that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Sonja watched as Carolyn and Atsuko skipped over to the gardening van to change their clothes. She shook her head in disapproval.

“Imagine! Getting excited over an opportunity to not steal clothes… I’ll never understand some women.”

Adelaide watched Carolyn and Atsuko as well. “I dunno… They’re a pretty cool couple when you get to know them.”

“They’re friends of yours?” Chandra asked in surprise.

“Sort of,” Adelaide replied. “It’s… complicated. My job doesn’t really allow me to have friends… Except Duke, of course. Can’t wait to see him again.” She sighed. “But Carolyn… She treated me like a human being. She always sees the good in people… even someone like me.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the flash drive she had stolen from Hargrove’s mansion.

“What’s that?” Chandra asked.

“The reason I got into that whole mess at the mansion,” Adelaide explained. “”I thought I was helping myself by partnering with Weldon-Grant, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Wait a minute…” Chandra’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re working for Lucille Weldon-Grant?”

“I was,” Adelaide replied. “But she doesn’t strike me as the trustworthy type…”

“There’s an understatement,” Sonja interjected.

“We helped her escape from jail some time ago,” Chandra explained to Adelaide. “Thought she valued and respected us. Boy, were we wrong. She betrayed us and tossed us out on our asses.”

“That’s what I thought,” Adelaide muttered. “Lying snake.”

She dropped the flash drive on the ground and crushed it with the heel of her boot.

“Can’t believe all the effort we went to today,” Sonja grumbled. “Trying to get revenge on our old boss, but instead we get caught up in an escapade at the mayor’s mansion. And Lucille walks away free.”

Chandra thought for a moment. “Maybe not.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we infiltrated the Cerberus data center, I caught sight of an email that could be useful, right before the FEMME agents arrested us. I think I was able to forward it to my own email…”

She checked her phone and smiled. “Yes! Here it is.”

She scanned the contents of the email. “A few years ago, Cerberus was infiltrated by a spy, who mugged and replaced Lucille’s chauffeur.”

Adelaide chuckled. “And I thought I was the only one who had that privilege.”

“The woman was apparently a reporter, trying to expose some illegal environmental practices that Cerberus was engaged in. She tape recorded some comments that Lucille made and planned to use them to expose her. But the next morning, Lucille received word that her chauffeur had been found bound and gagged in a break room closet. She quickly pieced together what was going on and hurried to stop it.”

“What did she do?” Sonja asked.

“This email has her correspondence with the reporter’s employer. Sounds like she bribed him to withhold and ‘disappear’ the story. It was never published, and she was never convicted on these charges.”

She looked up with a smile. “But we have the evidence now. We can get her with this!”

“Amazing,” Sonja grinned. “Who is that reporter? I want to thank her myself.”

“Judging by the description the chauffeur gave to the police, she was mugged by a tall woman with dark skin and hair, who lured her into the ambush with a charming personality.”

Sonja’s eyes widened. “You don’t think…”

“Yep,” Chandra nodded. “It was our old friend Bridget Baxter.”

*******************

Lucille drummed her fingers on the table, glancing at the clock on her wall with increasing anger.

Why had Adelaide not checked in? Why was she not answering her phone? Lucille was growing increasingly irate. What should she do?

At once, her doorbell rang. Lucille gave a start, but then exhaled. “Finally.”

She marched over to the front door and flung it open. “About time you showed up. Did you manage to steal the--?”

She stopped talking. Adelaide was not on the other side of the door.

Instead, there were two tall and athletic women standing there in FBI uniforms – dark jackets over blue shirts, light brown pants, black shoes and sunglasses.

One of the women had light skin and golden-blonde hair tied back in a shoulder-length ponytail. The other woman had dark skin and black hair in a chignon.

“Lucille Weldon-Grant,” the black woman said. “You’re under arrest.”

Lucille stared at her in shock. “You can’t arrest me,” she said indignantly. “I haven’t been charged with any crime.”

“That’s what you think,” the blonde replied. “We received an anonymous tip about your illegal activities at Cerberus. You’re done.”

Lucille glanced back and forth between the two women.

Then she started to laugh.

“All right, girls, fun’s over. Strip off those disguises. I don’t fall for this sort of thing any longer.”

“Pardon?” the blonde asked.

“Oh, shut up, Sonja, I know it’s you.” Lucille reached up and grabbed the sunglasses off the blonde’s face. “Your habit of stealing other women’s uniforms has made you very predictable, and…”

She stopped. “…You’re not Sonja.”

The blonde glared at her. “Get the cuffs, Helga.”

Before Lucille knew what was happening, she had a pair of handcuffs slapped on her wrists.

“But… but… no!” Lucille struggled in the grip of the two FBI agents. “This isn’t right! I want a lawyer! No!”

****************

Hidden in the bushes nearby, Chandra and Sonja watched as the angry, screaming Lucille was led to the back of an FBI van.

“So long, Lucy,” Chandra whispered. “Don’t forget to write.”

Sonja took a deep breath. “Wow, that feels good. I never thought I’d be so excited to see our old boss in handcuffs.”

“It feels liberating,” Chandra agreed. “We’ve spent so much of these last few years tying ourselves to that woman, but we deserve so much better. And now that she’s out of the picture, we can get so much better.”

Sonja scratched her head. “Can we really? I mean… we’re still wanted by the police… and now FEMME is after us. Seems like we’re in serious trouble.”

“We’re survivors,” Chandra replied. “It’s you and me against the world. And I’d say the world is outnumbered.”

She glanced through the bushes again, watching as the van doors slammed shut on Lucille. “Still… it might be smart for the two of us to leave the city for a while.”

Sonja grinned. “Awesome. I’ve been wanting to travel for a while.”

“Well, now’s our chance. We just need to…”

“Ahem.”

Chandra and Sonja turned to see a pair of FBI agents standing behind them. Two women, dressed identically to the pair who had just arrested Lucille. One of these agents had light skin and stringy red hair that reached her shoulders. The other had a bronze skin tone and brown hair in a bushy ponytail.

“Who are you?” the brunette agent asked. “And why are you spying from these bushes?”

Chandra smiled politely. “Sorry, just enjoying some schadenfreude…”

The redhead squinted at them behind her sunglasses. “Wait a minute… I think I recognize you two from the FBI files…”

Chandra and Sonja sighed.

“I was afraid she’d say that,” Sonja murmured.

“Same here,” Chandra nodded. “I was hoping we could relax tonight.”

The redhead’s eyebrows raised. “You’re both wanted for questioning.”

She and her partner both reached for their weapons.

“I suppose the only way out of this is to blend in,” Chandra noted.

Sonja nodded. “You girls better not have boring underwear.”

In unison, they lunged at their two latest uniformed targets.

*******************

Carolyn and Atsuko made it home without any hassle.

“Never been so glad to be home,” Carolyn sighed as they stepped through the front door.

“It’s certainly been a busy day,” Atsuko agreed. “Glad everything worked out in the end.”

“I hope those FEMME agents are okay,” Carolyn said softly. “Hopefully they recover their pride and get back to work.”

“I suspect it’ll take some time,” Atsuko chuckled. “They’re tough gals, but I think leaving them tied up in their underwear is gonna bruise their egos.”

Carolyn sat down on the couch. “But… they’ll be back, right? FEMME will win in the end. Right?”

Atsuko sat down next to her. “Sweetie, why are you so concerned about FEMME? We’re leaving this life behind. No more crazy adventures, no more uniform stealing.”

“We want to leave it behind,” Carolyn replied. “But it may not leave us behind.”

“What do you mean?”

“What if… What if we’re walking down the street one day, and a couple of… say, female convicts on the run grab us and pull us into an alley so they can use our clothes to blend in? Or what if some corporate spy mugs you for your outfit so she can pose as you at your office to steal company secrets? Or…”

“Honey,” Atsuko interrupted her. “If any woman tried to steal my clothes, I would kick her ass. And if she tried to steal your clothes, I would kick her ass even harder.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Babe,” Atsuko smiled. “I’ve been through a half-dozen life-threatening adventures. I’ve gone up against the toughest and most dangerous women around, and won. I’ve grown into a strong, confident woman… and I owe it all to you. The toughest and bravest gal I know. You’re stronger than ten FEMME agents put together.”

“But…” Carolyn started to say.

Atsuko put a finger on Carolyn’s lips. “You’ve got a golden heart, Carolyn. No matter how tough things have gotten for us, you always see the good in people. You see the humanity in every woman whose clothes you’ve reluctantly stolen. You know how to knock women out in ways that are gentle and painless. Frankly… you make me believe in a better tomorrow.”

Carolyn was confused. “A tomorrow… where women no longer mug other women for their clothes? Or where they mug each other more gently and politely?”

Atsuko shrugged. “I don’t know what the future holds. It could be that the spike we’ve seen in uniform stealing these last few years is just a phase, and women will eventually lose interest. It could be the new normal. Maybe women will stop wearing clothes altogether, to avoid the risk.”

She chuckled. “But whatever the future does bring, we’ll face it together.”

Carolyn smiled. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Carolyn and Atsuko sat back on the couch, staring out the window as the sun set. A new day would soon dawn. Reports would soon issue forth about a pair of FBI agents found bound and gagged in their underwear. Hargrove would give a public speech, and people everywhere would debate what all this meant for society and women at large. But for the moment, Carolyn and Atsuko had no concern for the outside world. They were both right where they needed to be, and that was enough.

THE END





Thanks for reading, everyone! It's been quite a ride getting this story finished, and I'm glad to finally wrap it up. Perhaps someday we will return to these characters and there world, but for the moment, I'm happy to leave them be. It's been eight years since I started writing this saga of Bridget, Bobbi, and Felicia, and it's grown far beyond my wildest imagination. It's been an exhilarating time writing these characters and this world, and I thank you for sharing in their adventures.

And now, I turn my attention to a different project. Stay tuned...

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 10:55 am
by meditions142
As you would probably guess, I really loved the Corinne scene. Perfect example of lure the receptionist into a trap and dart her unconscious.

Then love the dialogue between Polina and Lupe. I particularly liked “That’s what I love about these tranquilizers. It puts ladies to sleep quickly and painlessly. Just a little pinch, and you’re off to dreamland.”

That is the kind of dialogue I really enjoy! Particularly while the speak is stripping a woman she just rendered unconscious.

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 11:16 am
by tirepanted3
Thanks, Meditions. I figured Corinne needed to come back near the end of the story (unluckily for her, of course). I liked writing her and giving her the dubious honor of being one of the final USB victims in the story. It's a busy chapter but I was happy to fit that scene in.

Polina's dialogue during the scene was enjoyable to write as per usual. I was happy to take the opportunity to bring back her preferred knockout weapon of choice (the tranquilizer gun) and have her explain its merits while stripping Corinne. Casual conversation while stealing women's clothes remains an amusing highlight of USB stories, I think.

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 1:04 pm
by meditions142
tirepanted3 wrote: Tue Sep 30, 2025 11:16 am
I figured Corinne needed to come back near the end of the story (unluckily for her, of course). I liked writing her and giving her the dubious honor of being one of the final USB victims in the story. It's a busy chapter but I was happy to fit that scene in.
What is fun about it is, if I recall correctly, Corinne didn't lose her clothes in the previous story. Funny she almost got away this time since it was close to quitting time.

And by the way, also love the image of her not being able to finish her comment, her eyes rolling back and then just falling into Polina's arms.

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 1:10 pm
by tirepanted3
Yes, Corinne almost got away this story with her clothes intact. I love it when characters - often security guards, but this could apply to secretaries as well - are very close to the end of their shift (and so probably more tired/distracted than usual) when they are suddenly mugged for their uniforms. Adds an extra layer of irony to the scenario.

Poor Corrine, though - she had several more quips in mind, but they were cut short by the tranquilizer dart and the subsequent gagging. I expect Olga knows how she feels about not being able to make wisecracks... ;)

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 5:14 pm
by Disguisedagent
Wonderful finale!

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2025 3:58 am
by tirepanted3
Thanks, Disguisedagent! Glad you liked it.

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2025 6:34 am
by esercito sconfitto
sorry for the late reply, Tirepanted

first of all, thanks for completing this tale and, I suppose, the whole saga

I admit what I appreciated the most is Polina wanting the knee lenght boots of the college girl Dahlia :)

the scene with Corinne the receptionist is the most lovable, it's fresh and short with the rhythm of a tiktok reel... alas, with the attention span currently available , this is the new normal :roll:

thanks again for the story and for Elena dropping the best line of the month,

“It feels… wrong to steal a woman’s clothes without stealing her shoes.”


thanks again :D

Re: Madame Mayor - Chapter 9: The Finale

Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2025 4:31 pm
by tirepanted3
Thanks, Esercito. And no worries about the late reply. :)

This was a daunting story to write, and as always with these long sagas, I always worry about when and how to wrap it up. Fortunately, I thought this one came off pretty well, but shorter stories (or at least individual chapters that share a common thread) do have their benefits.

The scene with Polina stealing Dahlia's boots was a payoff from an earlier chapter. I couldn't wrap this story up without calling back to that moment. I figured you'd appreciate that. ;)

The scene with Corinne was the same way; it felt wrong to conclude the story without bringing Corinne back and putting her in the crosshairs of some uniform thieves. It was also a fresh and fun scene to lighten things up after an intense climax.

The reactions to Elena's character, both pro and con, have been interesting. I've enjoyed writing her and exploring her attitude towards uniform stealing (as counterbalanced by that of Lupe), but her personality has been somewhat tricky to nail down. I did love giving her a philosophy regarding how to steal women's clothes, though.

Thanks for your thoughts.