Susan
receives a visit
"Luther, do you
still have that detective's shield?'
"I guess I could
conjure one up. What do you have in
mind?"
"How about
conjuring one up for me as well. Let's
go pay a visit to Susan Collins and play bad cop, bad cop."
"Then we need to
hurry, she leaves for work in about 20 minutes."
"Then I guess
you need to blink us there," and immediately Georgia and Luther were
standing outside of Susan's apartment door.
Georgia looked down and found that she was wearing a tailored gray suit
with a detective shield clipped to her belt.
She smiled as she felt the weight of the pistol in her shoulder holster
and was happy that Luther apparently thought of every small detail.
Georgia stepped up
and began pounding on the apartment door.
"Susan Collins, open up. This
is the police."
The door opened a
crack and Georgia held her shield up so that Susan could get a good look at
it. "Are you Susan
Collins?" She asked with an
authoritative tone.
"Yes, what is
this about?"
"We need to ask
you some questions about credit card fraud.
Step back away from the door so that we can come in."
Susan wanted to
object. She needed to tell them that she
had rights and that if they did not have a warrant she was not obligated to let
them enter her premises but for some reason the words refused to form on her
tongue. Instead,
she meekly stepped back and allowed the two detectives to enter her
apartment. Georgia roughly pushed the
shapely woman backward until she was all
the way into her living area and then forced her to sit down in one of the
plush chairs. And there in plain sight
in the middle of the floor was an opened box from Decadent Shoes and lying next
to it was the most beautiful pair of boots that Georgia had ever seen.
"Have you put your smelly feet in those boots yet,
slut?" Georgia demanded.
"No they just
arrived but I plan on wearing them to work today."
"You won't be
wearing them to work or anywhere else although you may be going to jail
barefoot."
The dark haired
beauty looked totally shocked. She had
never imagined that she would ever be found out no less arrested for her little
trick with Carter's card. It seemed
impossible to her that Carter would have had time to report the charge as fraud
no less that it could have been investigated and two detectives sent to her
home for such a minor offense. "Listen, detectives, what can I do to make
this go away? I would be willing to do
anything you ask, but please don't arrest me."
"Well, for
starters you can fork over $900. No, make that a thousand. The extra hundred is for pissing me
off."
"What I don't
have that kind of money."
"You better find
a way to get it and real quick. Otherwise, you will be in a cell with a couple
of 300-pound dikes that are looking for their next sex slave." Luther told her. "Now get your bank book and let's take a
look at what you do have."
"I don't keep
track of my money with a bank book.
Everything is automated nowadays."
"Then log on to
your bank account with your computer," Georgia demanded.
In a few clicks of
the mouse and a little typing all three of them was able to see her bank
balance. "Well, look at that she
has $300 in her checking account and $200 more in savings. If I give her a $100 dollar credit and take
the boots she still owes me $400. Luther, you must have a whorehouse where she
can work off the debt. What do you
think, $20 for a blowjob, $30 for a straight fuck and $30 if she takes it up
the ass? If she applies herself she
might be able to come out ahead in a couple of nights."
"Well, you heard
the lady, grab your purse and let's close out your bank accounts, then I will
take you downtown and introduce you to my club manager. You won't have to worry about changing
clothes; you won't be wearing any for the next couple of days."
"Before you go, however, I want my boots and lingerie
back. Not that I will ever wear them
again but perhaps Carter would like the corset and nylons. I'll give the boots to Goodwill."
An hour later Georgia
was back in her home with $500 dollars tucked in her bra and smiling knowing
that Susan was now in a dog cage in a whorehouse waiting for the place to open
at 5 p.m.
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