OMAHA VICE
Prologue: The locations and characters of the Omaha Vice series are the same as in my story, "Late Spring in Omaha" which I recommend being read before attempting ‘Omaha Vice'.  This is a story of a police investigation into white slavery that has it's roots in the pandemic of 2028-31.  The story starts as a tax evasion investigation and the social interactions of society in this fictional scenario.  There is sexual interaction between the stories characters, mostly consensual, sometimes clinical.  In a society where women of all ages, comprise less than 25 percent of the population, social scenarios become fluid.   There is some violence, but only to clarify the story line.  There is a great deal of societal injustice, surprise, surprise.   

Part 1 of 3

It was late spring in the year 2239.  Detective Lieutenant Mike Winnifredson trudged slowly from the office coffee center to his office, stopping and making small talk to other members of the Omaha PD detective staff.  Finally entering his small office he saw the flash of the inter-office holographic communicator wink idly on and off.   Walking over to his desk he read the small type scroll winding across the bottom of the image projector. The scroll repeatedly read, 'Rachel Alicesdaughter, Chief Inspector'.

'Better see what the bitch wants,' thought Mike and he depressed her direct line pad on the small Como counsel Rachel Alicesdaughter sharp features materialized on Mike's desk and she immediately spoke,  "Mike, I have a very special project for you. Please come to my office at once." The image dissolved as the chief had cut the link.
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'OK, your highness, I am at your beck and call,' muttered Mike under his breath. 

Swallowing the last of his coffee he walked down the hallway to the Chief Inspector's office. Entering the outer office, Inspector Alicesdaughter's sissy secretary motioned for him to proceed to the inner sanctum. Entering the Inspector's office, Mike immediately noticed an older, but quite attractive sissy sitting in one of the three chairs facing the chief's desk. Rachel rose and nodded to the sissy sitting in her office.
 
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"This is Detective Lieutenant Mike Winnifredson.  Detective Winnifredson will be the officer in charge of your investigation.  Mike, I would like you meet Pamela Marlason, who is with the Nebraska Department of Revenue." Said the Chief Inspector

Mike nodded towards the sissy, "Miss Marlason, a pleasure," as he shook her perfectly manicured hand. 

Mike's practiced eye took notes of the sissy's general appearance.  Pamela Marlason was dressed in a typical sissy executive business suit, tailored charcoal grey jacket in summer weight wool with matching modest, slightly above the knee skirt. The skirt was straight with a fringe of tight pleats at the hem. An off white silk blouse, nude hose and black leather pumps completed the sissy's ensemble.  Pamela wore rings on several of her fingers and one thumb, but her left hand ring finger was bare. Faux ruby ear baubles and a thin gold necklace with a matching faux ruby pendent completed the image. The sissy's choker was
black, lace trimmed silk, but was missing a restraint ring. 

'What have we here?' wondered Mike. 'An independent sissy, very rare birds indeed.' 

Pamela was reddening under Mike's scrutiny. She had never before been so openly undressed.

"Department of Revenue?" queried Mike. 

Pamela's head bobbed in acknowledgement and Mike was entranced as he watched the multi colored hair; auburn, dark gold, and light brown with a pony tail  high on her head.  A very expensive, heavy gold band collected Pamela's hair to form the pony tail whose tip just touched her shoulders.

Rachel Alicesdaughter was suppressing a smile as she watched her best detective intimidate the sissy without saying a word. 'You naughty boy,' she thought, 'I hope I don't have to carry tales about you to Carol'. 

Turning to Rachel, "What is this all about, Chief?" asked Mike.

Sitting down, Rachel began, "Mike, Miss Marlason is with the Criminal Investigations Division of the Nebraska Department of Revenue. The department feels that they have enough evidence to begin an inquiry into the activities of a certain socially prominent matron here in Omaha.
Your job will be to lead this investigation. I will warn you now, the individual being scrutinized is politically well connected enough to even have Carol back off from trying to protect you and Miss Marlason if you become clumsy in your investigation. Miss Marlason will occupy the office next to yours for the duration of the investigation. You are free to pick your team, no more than three detectives. Now, I am washing my hands of this project. When and if you acquire enough solid evidence of felonious conduct you may contact me and we will proceed through regular channels. I want a straight forward investigation; I do not want any attempts at entrapment of the subject.  Miss Marlason has not informed me of any of the particulars of the case other than the subjects identity and don't tell me anything until you feel that you have completed your investigation, one way or the other."
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Mike's eye's widened. "Chief am I to assume that my investigation is totally independent and that my 'picked' men are not answerable to anyone but myself?" 

Rachel nodded, "You are correct Lieutenant, now take Miss Marlason and get out of my office."

Pamela Marlason walked down the hallway next to Mike with a very unsissy like stride that made Mike mildly nervous.  Entering Mike's office Pamela looked around at the clutter and bulging old fashioned manila folders stacked everywhere. 

"Not much of one for the twenty third century, are we Lieutenant," observed Pamela. 

"Sit down 'Sis,' how do you like your coffee? Black or without cream and sugar?" replied Mike in his most hardboiled copper manner. 

Ignoring the mild slur, Pamela opened her computer pad and replied, "Black, that's the way my late consort drank it in the 24th Infantry." 

Raising an eyebrow, Mike proceeded to the office door and shouted down the hallway, "Meganson, two coffee's in my office ASAP."

Turning back into the office, Mike again surveyed Pamela's very trim figure, nice legs tapering up to her very rounded buttocks, all of this accompanied by two very full mounds perched upon her chest.

"Are you finished evaluating my body detective," questioned Pamela who was looking into her computer's holo display.

"I must admit that you are very attractive Miss Marlason," remarked the
unapologetic Mike.

Blushing, Pamela looked at Mike and said, "Thank you for the compliment Detective. Older sissies are not accustomed to them."

Just then Officer Meganson, the rookie detective gofer assigned to the senior officer's floor for that week, arrived with the coffee. 

Meganson eyeballed Pamela as he sat the two coffee's down on Mike's desk.

"Meganson, you're excused," said Mike, smiling at the young officer's obvious appreciation of fine sissy flesh.

Watching Meganson depart his office, Mike offered Pamela a cup of what was possibly the worst coffee in Nebraska. Sipping the offered coffee, Pamela visibly winced; she thought that she could feel the steaming liquid vaporizing all living matter that it encountered. 

Closing the door to his office, Mike motioned for Pamela to sit down.
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"First things first," said Mike. "We need to get to know each other."

Pamela was startled, 'what does this Neanderthal want,' she wondered?

Smirking, Mike reiterated, "We don't need to get to know each other that well, but we do need to exchange a limited amount of personal information so that we can begin to intuitively understand where each of us is coming from, so to speak." 

After a pause, Mike continued, "So, your late consort was in the 24th?
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For the next fifteen minutes, Pamela gave Mike a thumbnail sketch of her life. She began with growing up in Davenport, Iowa and becoming sterile at the age of sixteen but staying at St. Rachel's school until she graduated.  She enrolled at the University of Nebraska, where she met Eric, her future consort.  Eric was an instructor in the political science department. while working on her master's degree at the University of Nebraska, her consort had been re-activated to temporary active duty in Nigeria and while in country, had suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage and had died.

Pamela decided against returning to her birth family and entered the strange world of the independent sissy.  She was entitled to her consorts military and commercial life insurance policies and she was already working as a CPA for the Nebraska Department of Revenue, so she was financially secure.

She thought it was the happiest day in her life when the judge rendered her independent and gave to her the electronic key to her penis restraint.  "I went home and masturbated for a week straight. I had a very sore pecker," Pamela said to an amazed Mike.
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"So," began Mike delicately, "You don't wear a restraint?"

Giggling, Pamela replied, "Of course I do. It's not required by law, but it keeps my 'lines' intact, so to speak. I also wear an 'enabler' to keep my hormone levels in balance."

'Also, I wear an 'enabler' because I like the security of the little intruder in my bottom.  And, of course, the sissy secret of being able to get yourself 'off' by squirming in a chair and hitting my prostate with the butt plug and cumming in my panties,' she added to herself, 'a lot of fun in long boring meetings.'

Now perched on the edge of Mike's desk, Pamela handed her empty coffee cup to Mike and said,  "A refill please, and then you can tell me about yourself."

"Meganson," yelled Mike. The rookie stumbled into Mike's office and retrieved the proffered empty cup from Pamela and raced away.

"Mike, may I make a suggestion," asked Pamela?

Warily, Mike replied, "By all means Miss Marlason." Rubbing her bottom on Mike's desk top, a maneuver not un-noticed by Mike, 

Pamela asked, "Can you arrange for Officer Meganson to be part of our team?"

"Meganson," blurted Mike. "Why Meganson, he is just been awarded his detective's shield." 
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Continuing her methodical squirm on Mike's desk top, Pamela continued, "We are going to need some fresh faced undercover.  Long time officers, such as yourself and other competent detectives may be known to our subject or her associates."
Mike nodded in agreement to this assessment and was mildly surprised at the Revenue Officer's insight. Rookie Detective Patrick Meganson returned with Pamela's coffee and Mike motioned to him to stay.

"Meganson, I am assigning you to my special investigation team starting immediately. Go and notify the watch sergeant of your reassignment and tell him to confirm the transfer with Inspector Alicesdaughter if he has any questions. When you have notified your superiors of your transfer, report back here and bring three fresh coffees'." 
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After Meganson had left, Mike continued, "After I had left the Army after my mandatory hitch, I enrolled at Creighton University, studying law and police science. I met Carol Constancedaughter at a university social function that had invited local political types, Carol fitting that description. We were consorted about six months later, the best move I have ever made. I live in her household with two other 'uncles,' Carol's two sissy wives. 

There is an adult female daughter of Carol's, Debra, who is twenty one, she currently resides in Florida. There is another adult daughter, Katherine. Katherine lives here in Omaha with her wives and uncles. 

Carol is the chairwoman of the Omaha Aldermanic Counsel and her mother is Anne Constancedaughter, recently retired United States Senator. 

Pamela whistled softly to herself, now she understood the 'political connections' remark that Chief Alicesdaughter had alluded to.

"I should add," continued Mike, "Chief Alicesdaughter's, daughter Margret is married to Carol's sissy daughter, Connie."
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Officer Meganson returned with three coffees as directed and stood by Mike's desk awaiting further instructions. Glaring in his most imposing senior officer glare, Mike explained to Meganson that he was chosen by Miss Marlason of the Nebraska Department of Revenue, but was answerable to him alone.

"Pay no attention to this bully, dear," cooed Pamela.

Mike rolled his eyes.

Pamela continued undeterred, "You are going to be our 'undercover operative' and I expect you to follow my instructions explicitly," added Pamela. "Now, to continue, gentlemen, the Governor of Nebraska has authorized me to temporarily swear all members of this task force to be members of the Nebraska State Police. You will receive a Nebraska paycheck for your hours in addition to your City of Omaha paycheck.  I advise both of you to keep this arrangement close to your proverbial vests. After all, double dipping by civil employees is frowned upon."

Pamela retrieved a small Bible from her handbag and had the men place their hands on it and administered the oath. Looking down at the Bible and seeing Patrick's hand atop Mike's. 

Pamela murmured, "How sweet."

Both coppers reddened at this remark. Smiling at Mike's discomfort, Pamela made one last slide with her buttocks and connected with her prostrate and a flood of semen soaked the maxi pad in her panties. 'I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked badly,' Pamela thought as her panty liner filled with her sperm.

Briefly closing her eyes and enjoying her squishy panties, Pamela was formulating a plan than would get the investigation off and running.  Looking up at a very smiling Mike, she became immediately embarrassed 'He knows what I just did'' she thought.

"Something wrong, Agent Marlason," asked Patrick earnestly? "You suddenly flushed," he continued.

"Err, no Patrick, I just must tired," answered Pamela.

'Tired of not being screwed on a regular basis, no doubt' thought Mike.
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"Gentlemen, it is time to inform you as to the nature of this investigation. Mike, your two additional detectives do not have to be here for this briefing. In fact, it will be better for them to know as little as possible concerning the ultimate subject of this investigation," continued Pamela, "Officer Meganson, would you please close the door and stand in front of it to prevent any other person's entry."

The room secured to her satisfaction, Pamela took a deep breath and began her presentation.

"The Nebraska Department of Revenue, through its various income tax analysis programs has determined that a certain Omaha Alderman has properties and personal possessions that do not match the capabilities of her personal income. The discrepancies are not minor and appear to be well hidden."

Mike began to yawn, 'Oh shit, a tax evasion investigation. I hate hanging my ass out trying to bust some old biddy Alderman on something like this,' he thought.

Noticing Mike's pained expression, Pamela continued, "We don't believe that this is a typical 'tax evasion' problem. We have some reliable information that this is a significant 'white slavery' case."

What remained of Mike's good humor disappeared at the mention of sex; people get killed in sexual investigations, especially sexual investigations involving large sums of money.

Continuing, Pamela added, "White slavery is only a part of the problem, we also believe that importation of illegal alien minors for prostitution is an important component of the subjects activities."

"Isn't that under the jurisdiction of Federal Immigration," asked Mike?
"Usually," replied Pamela. "But, we are keeping this to ourselves for the time being. The suspects are local and legitimate proof of foreign nationals being involved is circumstantial."

Pat Meganson had remained silent during Mike and Pamela's exchange. He mustered the courage to question, "Undocumented foreign nationals are extremely rare in the US. If there are foreigners involved, this could become a very dicey investigation. Are we allowed the use of lethal force should the situation arise?"

Pamela had not considered the consequences of getting involved with an investigation that violated the stringent US immigration laws.

"A very good point, Pat," said Mike. "I'm going to appoint a 'strong arm' copper to shadow Pat in his undercover work.  This man will be known to be a veteran detective, but, I will devise a cover investigation story to hopefully, deflect attention from Pat and my fourth copper will also be a strong arm man, but less known, to cover everyone's back." 
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Taken aback, Pamela stammered, "Do you think that this investigation is that dangerous?"

"More than you might appreciate, Special Agent," replied Mike. "You are asking us to go for the wallet. No one like's their livelihood messed with."

Gathering herself and trying to maintain control of the investigation, Pamela asked Mike, "When can you get your team assembled for a team meeting and get our project kicked off?"

Realizing that control of this investigation was nearly within his grasp, Mike declared, "Right after lunch, tomorrow. I will have my 'strong arms' picked and Pat and I will be ready for your briefing.  After we know the whose, the what's, the where’s and when's we will formulate a plan and roll."

Pamela's heart was beating, hoping against hope that Mike was being overly melodramatic, but in her heart knowing that he was deadly serious.
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The next afternoon, Pamela was waiting in her small office electronically catching up on the mundane chores that clutter the time of mid level bureaucrats such as her. She had hit the glass ceiling that prevented sissies or men for that matter, from climbing the organizational ladder to true power.  

While this project was extremely important it was potentially political and social poison for any male involved and such chances were simply, not in their job descriptions.

After a rap on the door, it swung open and Mike poked his head in and
announced, "We're ready when you are, Sis."

Walking into Mike's office, she saw the four policemen sitting in various poses of casualness. Mike was in chair behind his desk, leaning back with a crossed knee.  Pat sat on a folding chair next to the office door.  The two other officers, unknown to Pamela were sitting on the two straight back wooden 'guest' chairs.  They were astraddle the seats with their arms folded over the high backs.

The only remaining 'seat' was on the edge of Mike's desk. Pamela was resigned to taking the desk edge.  With as much poise as she could muster.  Gracefully perching her bottom on the flat surface, she quickly crossed a knee to keep as much dignity as possible considering the mid thigh skirt she was wearing.  

Mike was wearing a tight smile as Pamela maneuvered her shapely bottom into place and opened the meeting with the necessary introductions.
"Special Agent Pamela Marlason," intoned Mike, "I would like to introduce the two detectives that will complete our little task force."
Nodding towards a non-descript middle aged man with thinning hair and wiry build, "This is Detective Sergeant Winston Rhondason and the burly officer with the scar and matching scowl is Detective Sergeant Byron Dortheason."

The two detectives gave Pamela a barely perceivable nod
Leaning back into his chair, Mike offered his hand palm up and said, "We
are awaiting our destinies, Special Agent."
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Taking a deep breath and handing a holo chip to Mike, "Detective, if you would be so kind as to play this chip on your holo player and project the image into the far corner," ordered Pamela.

The first image to be displayed was that of an older, late forties to early fifties matron.

The four detectives glanced at each other shaking their heads to denote a lack of recognition. 

The matron was well dressed, with a modest amount of make up and some very tasteful and probably expensive jewelry adorning her raw silk trouser suit. Accompanying her were two young sissies, twins, in their early to mid twenties. The sissies were tall and blond with knock out figures.

The sissies were dressed in skin tight leather dresses with hems that ended just below their restraints. The unusual thing about the sissies was that they were wearing gold nose rings that penetrated through their septum’s. The ring was similar to the one that adorned their dress matching leather chokers.
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"I'm not surprised that none of you recognize the matron," said Pamela.  "Her name is Marilyn Evelynsdaughter and she is from Miami. The identity of the young sissies is unknown. Evelynsdaughter has bought two older commercial properties in Omaha and has invested into extensive remodeling in both. Once the remodeling was completed in a particular property, she has partnered with a local matron, who then fronts as the alleged owner and leases space to legitimate storefront business.  The two commercial buildings have been opened in past three years by a local matron named Camille Patriciasdaughter."

Heads swiveled and looks were exchanged at the Patriciasdaughter name.

"Have I struck a nerve," asked Pamela?

Mike frowned and replied, "This Patriciasdaughter person is a medical doctor of high repute and also is a heavy donator to local Democratic Party politicos, but that is basically all I know about her. She is high in the social strata of the Omaha political community and is assumed to be an heiress of some sort, or so I think." 

Pamela nodded, "Yes, her tax returns indicate sizable donations to various local political figures, including your consort Carol and her mother, the former US Senator."

Mike immediately stood and said, "Special Agent, I must recues myself from this investigation."

"Sit down Mike, neither your matron nor her mother are subjects of this investigation. They were merely recipients of legal political donations. What we are trying to investigate is where these funds originated."
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Sergeant Dortheason scowled and added, "You are aware, Special Agent, that Camille Patriciasdaughter and our very own Chief Inspector Alicesdaughter are very close friends?"

Pamela stood stock still, her mind racing, all she could reply was, "You
don't say?"

"I do say," replied Dortheason, "Gentlemen and you too Sis, I feel that this investigation, what ever it is we are investigating, has already been compromised, from the top. We may need some unofficial outside help, does anybody know any non-police, military CID types?"

"I might," stated Mike. "But first, let's continue with the briefing and let Special Agent Marlason tell us her suspicions."

Shaken, Pamela started again, "As I was saying the political donations are at the maximum that are legally allowed. Also, all of the donations came directly from the 'businesses' that Patriciasdaughter leases commercial space to. These businesses, according to their tax returns, are hand to mouth operations; they do not generate the amount of 'reported' income to make five figure political donations."

Winston Rhondason broke in, "Please cut to the chase Special Agent.  Just what activity do you guy's suspect that our little locally politically active ne'er-do-wells are up to?"

"Our only clue is from the Fed's. They highly suspect that Evelynsdaughter is heavily engaged in the importation of illegal aliens for prostitution and possibly sexual slave trade," replied Pamela.  "However, that information is from lower, sissy level IRS employees, nothing at all from the administrative level sources."

Mike looked from his coffee at Pamela, "There's not even a hint of any sex trade in Omaha, large or otherwise. What we know of is a few sissies and even women moonlighting. Digitally reworked old porno films and disks into holo programs is flourishing and maybe a few sissies kept in fancy digs in return for 'favors,' that's about it. Sexually, Omaha is a very dull place."

Pamela smiled, "That's what we thought in Lincoln, but some very expensive construction and remodeling is going on. Oddly, it shows up off the books of the individuals and firms involved. There are too many purchases of expensive construction materials and furnishings on a cash basis and too many workmen with exceptionally large bank accounts."

Again, Winston broke into the conversation, "What led the Fed's to be suspicious of the purchase of construction materials?"

Pamela stood and opened her computer, "They did what was initially a drug bust in a converted warehouse in Ybo City in Tampa, Florida. ATF (Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms) did an armed intrusion into the warehouse and found the interior totally remodeled into a very upscale brothel. Brothels in the classical sense are virtually non-existent due to the lack of women and more importantly, their elevated status in our society. This brothel was inhabited by sissies, more interestingly, sissies that were a mix of ethnicities not at all common to the modern United States.
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Mike's attention was total, "Where did these sissies come from?" He asked.

"Apparently, nearly everywhere in the world where civilization is either tenuous or non-existent," replied Pamela.  Continuing, Pamela added "ATF contacted Immigration the agency in charge of illegal alien investigations and their agents turned up suspicious locals in Miami, Atlanta and New York.  They then hit a stone wall.  It became nearly
impossible to get a search warrant and due to alleged man power shortages, they turned the investigation over to the IRS, hoping a money link could be uncovered and the FBI could be brought in."

Where does this Evelynsdaughter babe come in," asked Byron Dortheason?

Pamela took a deep breath, "Matron Evelynsdaughter is the head of the Florida Highway Commission. That position entails a great deal of travel in the continental United States and contacts with all types of  federal, state, county and local political officials. In particular, Evelynsdaughter had contacts with all manner of construction types throughout the country and construction types usually have very good local political contacts, down to aldermanic levels.  Since we have absolutely no hard evidence of any kind, the investigation in Lincoln
was kicked downstairs to middle management men and sissies. Our department did some brainstorming and came up with what we think is a plausible story line."
Pamela stood and then sat back down on Mike's desk and squirmed a bit causing Mike to smile.  Watching from behind the nervous sissy, Mike smile became a broad grin as Pamela became slightly rigid and then sagged a bit. 

'I bet that she just deposited a load into her panties,' grinned Mike.
Clearing his throat, Mike rumbled, "Just what piece of fiction would you have us investigate special agent?"

Reddening, Pamela rose and went to holo board in the office, used to display script, diagrams or other hand written information to the gathering. Using the hand held ion stream wand, she began to lay out an organizational chart in the center of the room. 
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Writing Marilyn Evelynsdaughter at the top, she then drew a line to box she labeled Omaha. Pamela then added a horizontal line to a box she then labeled illegal aliens connecting to the Omaha box.  Drawing two additional lines down from the Omaha box she created a box labeled Prairie Apartments and another labeled Old City Mall. She then connected the Old City Mall and the Apartments to several local construction and remodeling firms and finished with another connecting to the mall and apartments with the names of Omaha's two foremost matron medical practioner's

"We believe that Evelynsdaughter connects with a single individual here in Omaha and also makes the transaction for the acquisition of the illegals.  How the illegals are transported is anybody's guess, but our investigation into building materials sales tax receipts lead us to believe that the two sites listed in the outline are up to something.  Our main lead is that very few building permits were taken out for these properties considering the several hundreds of thousands of dollars of building materials listed in the tax forms as going to them," concluded Pamela, tersely.

"This is all microscopically thin, Special Agent. Are you suggesting that we go to a judge for search warrant based upon tax receipts and building permits not adding up," questioned Mike.
"Hold on, Mike," said Winston Rhondason. The Prairie Apartments have caught my attention a couple of times. As you know the Prairie is located in one of the seedier parts of downtown Omaha, but the vehicles I have seen parked there are very upscale."
"You think that something like this could be going on at the Prairie," asked Mike? 

Winston shrugged, "I don't know about some sex club, but there are a lot
of vehicles parked there that don't exactly belong.  One other thing, the exterior of the Prairie is just as shabby now as it was ten years ago."
"We just can't go waltzing into an apartment building and ringing door bells," sneered Byron. "But the mall we could snoop around in. If something starts to smell at the mall, maybe a little breaking and entering could be in order for the apartments."
Mike was mulling Byron correct assessment over and he looked at Pat Meganson. "Rookie, this is your big chance.  Tomorrow, you will case the Old City Mall. I want a list of all businesses located there and while you are loitering, I want a brief description of the overall
clientele," said Mike. "And for God' sake, don't wear your uniform and no suit, either."
Pat nodded vigorously, 'Thank God I'm not just gofering coffee,' thought Pat. 'Please Lord; don't let me fuck this up.'
Mike stood and pronounced the meeting over. "We will meet here at nine AM the day after tomorrow and see what Officer Meganson brings us."

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"Would you be interested in dinner, Special Agent," asked Mike? Pamela nodded, adding, "I would appreciate that that very much Mike."
While they were walking to the police parking lot, Pamela said to Mike, "I appreciate that you are not totally disregarding our, the Department of Revenue's suspicions."
Mike smiled and replied, "We were ordered by the Chief Inspector of Detectives to undertake an investigation concerning your suspicions.  While you have virtually no evidence of any kind, I do find your enthusiasm for investigating women in high places charming. We will peck around the edges of the two locations that you have identified for
a week. If nothing of further suspicion arises, we will terminate the investigation."
"And what if something of 'suspicion' does arise," asked Pamela?
Tersely, Mike replied, "Then we will all become very, very careful."
Stopping at the elevator to underground parking lot, Mike asked Pamela, "By the way, where are you staying here in Omaha?"
Guardedly, Pamela replied, "At the Hilton West, why do you ask?"
Sitting on the low concrete wall encompassing the elevator access, Mike stated in a matter of fact manner, "Pamela, if we strike a nerve, you could be at some personal risk, especially staying in a public residence. If you consent, I will contact my nephew, who has a private
security firm here in Omaha.  Pete has done very well for himself and would be able to provide a comfortable and secure accommodation for your stay."
'How thrilling,' thought Pamela? 'Staying with a private detective could prove interesting no matter what his age'.  Pamela gave her most sincere look, "Mike, if you are that concerned for my safety, I would appreciate your nephew's protection." 

Mike smiled and looked into Pamela's eyes, "Don't turn your back on Peter. He is his mother's son and Carol Constancedaughter has a very highly developed libido."
Pamela pursed her lips in thought and asked Mike, "What time are you going to pick me up for dinner and will this cause a domestic problem with Carol?"
"No, Carol knows that I work odd hours and hang around with shady sissies," replied Mike.
"About seven then" asked Pamela?
"See you then. Just remember what I said about Peter. You'll love him
and he will make an attempt, so be aware," replied Mike.
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After checking out of her hotel, Pamela took a cab to Peter Constanceson's apartment just to the east of Creighton University, not far from the Missouri River.  Pamela key padded Peter's apartment code and momentarily a pretty, dark haired sissy's image appeared on the flat
screen projector.
"Miss Marlason, I presume?" trilled the answering sissy. Caught off guard, Pamela did not expect that Mike's nephew had a roomie.
"Err, yes, Miss....I am here to meet with Mr. Constanceson," stammered Pamela.
Laughing, the sissy tripped the entrance lock and the lobby door swung open, "Second floor, apartment 201. If you need help with your luggage, ask the cabbie to assist you, I will pick up the tip."
The screen went blank. Exiting the elevator on the second floor, Pamela immediately noticed the tall, dark haired sissy standing in the wide hallway and started walking toward the noticeably striking figure. The sissy held out her hand in welcome.
"Hi, I'm Toni Constanceson, please come in."
Toni waved the overloaded cabbie into the foyer and directed him to place Pamela's luggage in the living room. After giving the cabbie a generous tip and dismissing him, Toni grasped Pamela's hand and nearly dragged  her into the large kitchen area.

Being towed along by Toni, Pamela barely had a good look at the living room area of the spacious apartment.  Once in the kitchen area, Toni released her grip and asked if Pamela wanted refreshment?
Nodding, Pamela replied, "Iced tea, if you please."
"Wouldn't you rather have a daiquiri?" asked Toni.
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While Toni was retrieving the beverage from the auto dispenser Pamela had a good look at the youngish sissy. Tall, over five foot ten inches with a good but not overly generous bust and a very nice butt with moderately wide hips all of which was accented by a firm waist nipper corset worn beneath her sleeveless cotton blouse.  Her black hair wascut into a ball of tight curls accented by what were obviously real gold ear hoops matching the thick gold ring on her satin choker. The denim short shorts Toni wore, barely gave a hint of her restraint, hiding between her thighs. Toni walked across the kitchen floor in low heeled sandals carrying Pamela's drink with a sway that would have had the women of ten generations prior, green with envy.
Sitting across from Pamela, Toni's eyes flew wide open and she exclaimed with her slight lisp, "You don't have a ring on your choker!"
Pamela then related her tale about being a widowed sissy consort and being granted sexual independence. Toni's face clouded with sympathy about Pamela losing her mate but, was excited about talking to a sexually independent sissy.
"Mary Ann will want to hear every detail of your story when she get's home," Toni confided to Pamela.
"Who is Mary Ann," asked Pamela?
Toni laughed, "You have landed into a dark den of inequity, and Mary Ann is, what shall we say, the senior consort.  Peety is that very rare male with two sissy consorts."
It was Pamela's turn to become incredulous.  A young male with two sissy consorts, she had never heard of such. 'It obviously doesn't hurt to have a powerful ex-US Senator as your grandmother,' thought Pamela.
"If you would show me to my room, I'll move my luggage," said Pamela.
Toni smirked, "Unless you want to change clothes, leave the stuff where it is.  I'll have Peety move it when he get's home, he's very good at the uscular stuff."
Pamela sat in the kitchen drinking daiquiris with Toni when she heard the front door opening and a cheery "I'm home," ring out.
"That's Mary Ann," smiled Toni. "In the kitchen lover, we have a guest."
As Mary Ann entered the kitchen, Pamela took the statuesque sissy into view, 'great jugs, nice legs and very pretty,' judged Pamela.
Mary Ann marched over to the kitchen table, her back pleated skirt bouncing over her hose. Pamela took in the sissy's legs before she noticed the tight skirt and frilly blouse topped by the shinny, over the shoulder length blonde locks.
Shaking Pamela's hand, "I am so glad that you are staying with us, we need a diversion from Peety," exclaimed Mary Ann.
"Is Mr. Constanceson demanding," asked Pamela?
"I'll say," replied Toni. "He's insatiable, but a very lovely animal."
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Pamela was still trying to get her mind around a household comprised of two sissies and an independent male when she watched Mary Ann sit in Toni's lap and give the sissy a long and very intimate kiss. She couldn't but help noticing Mary Ann gently rocking back and forth on Toni's lap, moving her intruder around inside her rectum.
Catching Pamela staring at her, Mary Ann reddened and apologized, "I'm sorry Pamela, but I always greet Toni this way."
Pamela's cock was trying to swell in its confinement, 'A good whack off will be in order tonight,' she thought.
Mary Ann rose off of Toni's lap, straightening her short skirt; she faced Pamela and said, "I had a talk with Peety this afternoon.  He said that 'Uncle Mike' was concerned about your safety and that you should not be so noticeable. He said that you should wear a choker with a ring and he also wants you to give up your restraint key, now."
Holding out her hand to the shocked Pamela, Mary Ann smiled, "Don't worry, we won't keep you celibate.  If you don't want Pete to do it, Toni and I will more than happy to get you off before bed time."
Mary Ann continued, "By the way, do you have enough unmentionables and night clothes for a week or two. If not, we can all go over to the 'Sissy Shoppe' and get you stocked up."
"That's a good idea," exclaimed Toni, "Then we can all go out for dinner. Peety won't home before seven."
While Toni was bubbling over about shopping and dinner, Pamela reluctantly took her restraint key out of her purse and handed it to Mary Ann.
Pamela turned to Toni and said "I'm sorry Toni, I can't go shopping. Mike, err Detective Winnifredson and I are having dinner tonight. He's picking me up at seven."
Toni face fell slightly, "That's OK Pammy, we'll have a lot of opportunities later."
Pamela watched Mary Ann drape the metal key ring over a peg on the wall, knowing that her key and the other two keys on the peg could not removed by any person other than the one that possessed the right fingerprint that unlocked the electronic lock on the peg. A wave of despair rolled over her realizing for the first time in over five years her sex life
was under the control of another person, one that she had never even met to boot.
After locking Pamela's key onto the kitchen wall peg, Mary Ann went into the master bedroom and returned with a small, gold ring. "Chin up, my dear," said Mary Ann as she looped the ring into the satin ring slot on Pamela's choker. Once the ring was in place, Mary Ann cupped Pamela's chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Oh, don't be so down Pam," said Mary Ann, "If you want to, I think that you could have a very enjoyable time in the Constanceson household.
Toni added, "I hope that you will want to, Pam. But, meanwhile, let's do a blitz shopping trip and get you ready for dinner." Relenting and on the way out the door, Pamela motioned towards her luggage, still sitting on the living room floor.
"Don't worry about your stuff, Pam" said Mary Ann. "Peety is the mule around here. He will move into it all your room and we'll sort everything out when we get back."
Overwhelmed by the sudden loss of her independence, Pamela wondered what she had gotten herself into.
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It was a quarter of six when the three sissies' finally returned from their shopping trip. Entering the living room, they saw that Pamela's luggage had been removed, so Peter was home.
"We're home," called out Toni.
"I'm in my office," came a baritone reply.
"We'll be in shortly, sweetheart," called Mary Ann.
Setting down their packages on Pamela's bed, the three sissies started unpacking Pamela's
luggage and putting the clothing away all the while giggling at silly jokes between themselves.
Peter had gone to kitchen and gotten a bottle of beer and sat down at the table awaiting his responsibilities and his guest. Uncle Mike had told him that this 'Pamela' babe was quite the looker for a mid thirties sissy. Mike had also suggested his interest in bedding Pamela, but Pete knew that if his mother ever found Mike or any of her other consorts dipping their wicks into unauthorized bottoms that they would be in restraints for years to come. Sipping his beer, Peter was thinking about the rest of his conversation with Mike. 'An unknown sex ring operating in Omaha, run by a Florida matron bureaucrat,' thought Peter. 'Very bizarre.'
Just after this thought, the three sissies entered the kitchen. 'Oh, wow,' he thought, 'she is a looker'. Peter gazed at Pamela making her exceedingly uncomfortable. 'Oh God, now I am on the block,' thought Pamela.
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"Sorry about the key Miss Marlason, but Mike said that if this investigation starts to turn up something, you will want to be as inconspicuous as possible. As you undoubtedly realize, a sissy without a restraint ring in her choker is an uncommon sight. Especially one as
attractive as you," said Peter.
Sitting down with Mary Ann and Toni at the kitchen table, and blushing at the compliment Pamela replied, "I understand that Mike is concerned about the nature of the investigation, but I thought that I might just wear a choker ring and keep the key on my person?"
Peter chuckled, "Ordinarily, I suppose that would be reasonable. But, you are now a temporary member of a rather extraordinary household. I have to follow matron protocol concerning sissies and the girls and I are somewhat notorious here in Omaha for being the only threesome with a male in the lead role."
Pamela was now very curious. "How does that work for the three of you, socially I mean?"
"The Matrons hate Peety for having two 'prime' sissies on his arms," giggled Toni. "What is Pamela going to hold on to when the four of us go out sweetheart?"
Pamela blanched at the thought of being a member of a harem. She had fought hard for her independence after her consort Eric, had passed away. She had horrible visions of being the third or fourth fuck at the whim of some overbearing matron. She had never considered the
possibility of becoming the third fuck in a 'mans' harem. 
Smiling at Toni's aside, Peter stood to get himself another beer and was aware of Pamela's eyes locked on him.
'The man is gorgeous,' thought Pamela. 'And very self confident,' her mind added. Leaning back in her chair so she could view the two younger sissies along with Peter, Pamela thought 'for self respect I'll have to hold out for at least a couple of nights before I consent to join in on the fun.'
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Toni spoke up, "Peety, please excuse us, we all have some sissy residue in an uncomfortable spot and we need to shower." Peter nodded trying hold back a grin, knowing that the fun and frolic would continue in the shower even though the three sissies were firmly restrained.
Mary Ann rose to her feet and tugged at Pamela's arm and the older sissy was firmly in tow between herself and Toni.  Steering Pamela towards her bedroom, the two younger sissies told her to bring her clothes with her to the master bedroom for the nightly shower.
Wrapped only in her new bathrobe, Pamela carried the new chemise and a clean enabler with her, just knowing that she would be douched. Knocking on the master bedroom door, Pamela found herself very excited by what she surmised was going to happen. The door opened a crack and Toni peered out, opening it some more, Toni glanced up and down the hallway and pulled the anxious Pamela into the bedroom. 

"We don't need some smelly man leering at us," confided Toni. Once the door was closed, Toni sluffed off her robe stood naked in front of Pamela. Quickly untying the knot in Pamela's robe's belt, Toni slipped the garment off the older sissy. 

Eyeing the now naked Pamela, Toni let out a low, long whistle, "Sweets, come and take a look at our new playmate," called Toni. 

Mary Ann had finished adjusting the showers temperature and stepped into the room and her expectant face broke into a lustful smile. "Not bad, for an old bag," she teased. Pamela was totally out of her element and was blushing down to her breasts. 

"Bend over Toni and I will do the honors," said Mary Ann. The young sissy bent over at her waist, slightly bending her knees and firmly grasped both globes of her buttocks and Mary Ann slowly removed the sissy's enabler. The thin stem that was firmly in the grasp of Toni's
sphincter emerged and was followed by the one inch wide and four inch
long perforated bulb. Mary Ann deposited the greasy object in a small glass bowl. The butt plugs would later be placed in a specially designed washing machine, similar to a dish washer for automatic cleaning. 

"Now for you, Pammy, please bend over," ordered Mary Ann. 

It was surreal for Pamela, nobody had extracted her enabler for her since she was a child and her mother only did it the first few nights after she first became restrained. Mary Ann was extracting the butt plug very slowly and she copped a feel of Pamela's exposed cock head and quick grope of Pam's plasteel encased penis while she was removing the
plug. Once Pamela's plug was placed in the glass bowl, Mary Ann turned her back to Toni and bent over and the process was concluded. 

Once the tip of her enabler had passed her 'rosebud' Mary Ann stood erect and squealed, "Last one in the shower is an ugly matron." The younger sissies made a dash for the shower while Pamela was trying to regain a modicum of her dignity.

The three sissies were lathering each other and exploring mounds and crevasses, but to Pamela's surprise the anus was avoided. Saying nothing, she decided that she would take care of that later, in private.
Pamela saw Toni open a well disguised cabinet in the wall and she said,  "Here comes Daddy." Toni turned around facing the other two sissies with a large penis shaped bar of soap with a large hand grip at its base. 

Mary Ann hugged Pamela and cupping one of her breasts whispered," it's a medicated soap and the shape helps finding the prostate. We like to cum at least once before our frolics with Peety.  It helps extend our erections and makes Peety work a little harder than he would like to."
Toni leered at Pam and said, "Guests first, bend over girly." Bent over and holding Mary Ann's hands, Pamela felt the tip of the large soapy dildo nudge her anal entrance. Toni applied increasing pressure and the realistically shaped head of the soap bar started to spread Pam's sphincter. Toni slowly conquered Pamela entrance and slid the tool up Pam's ass to its hilt. Pamela was in some pain, she had not ever had an object of the size of the soap dildo up her butt. Toni started to move the dildo in and out with a twisting motion that found Pam's prostate gland.
A sharp gasp over rode the low groaning moans coming from Pamela and Toni said, "I found it." 
Continuing the in and out motion and the angle for a several seconds, electric flashes filling her head, Pamela finally released and thin stream of semen pulsed out of her cock head. Pam's penis was screaming to be freed from its confinement, but that was for later. 

After everyone in the shower party had been sufficiently reamed, released and refreshed the sissies wrapped their wet hair in highly absorbent towel turbans and donning their robes and slippers went to the kitchen for a much deserved glass of wine. 

Peter was idling in his study when heard the sissies pass by his door and shortly after their passing the alluring smell of flower scented soap invaded his privacy. 

'In about forty five minutes,' Peter estimated. 'And I'll have to make my appearance.' 
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Getting up from his desk, Peter opened the patio door to his private balcony and stepped outside into the late spring evening's quiet warmth.  He sipped a heavily poured 'Wild Turkey' whiskey and was smoking a Cuban 'El Presidente' cigar.  Mary Ann and Toni did not like his cigars and Toni once asked him why he smoked them. "Because I can," was Peter's
succinct reply. He did concede to himself that he would have to brush his teeth and gargle after he showered. 

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Mike appeared at the apartment's front entrance and rang the proper door announcer. The entrance release clicked and Mike made his way up to Peter's apartment. He was met at the door by Peter who offered him a whiskey while he waited for Pamela to make her appearance.
"She's a looker," commented Peter as he offered Mike his bourbon.
"I noticed that right off this morning," replied Mike. "You may not know it, but Carol and I have discussed my parting company with her merry little household." 

Handing the drink to Mike, Peter shook his head, "No, I didn't have a clue; mother hasn't mentioned any such conversations to me. If I am not intruding, do you have any reasons for thinking about leaving?"
Mike chuckled, "Call it mid life crises or whatever. I have become very restless over the past couple of years and I am finding life at our little sexual gymnasium becoming tedious and quite frankly, somewhat demeaning."
Mike followed Peter into the small bar.
Peter smiled, "I think I know exactly what your state of mind is.  Before mother arranged for Mary Ann to come into my life, I had planned upon staying in the Army, possibly attending West Point or gaining a commission through the ranks.  I loathed the thought of being one of the millions of civilian males with almost no sexual prospects other than becoming an 'uncle'." Peter leaned against his small bar in deep thought while Mike sipped his drink. Peter jerked alert when Toni came into the bar with the very nervous Pamela in tow.
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Pamela was in a conventional LBD with, for a sissy, a very conservative hemline, about three inches above the knee. Her hair had been brushed and fell to her shoulders with a barrette keeping things in place off of her right temple
"All in all, quite a looker," thought Mike.
Rising, Mike held out his hand and took Pamela's into his and asked,  "Are you ready for Omaha's finest cuisine?" 
Pamela blushed as Mike's eye's roved over her and replied, "I trust that you will be done drooling by the time our meal comes."
Peter chortled, "If I may ask, where are planning to go, Mike?"
Reddening, Mike stammered out "I made reservations a 'Elmo's Chop House."
Toni interrupted, "An excellent choice, my dear sir, but don't keep our guest out to late, after all it is a work day tomorrow."
Giving Pamela's hand a slight tug, Mike guided the excited sissy towards the door. "I'll have her back in your custody by midnight, maybe," said Mike as he winked at the smug sissy.
Watching the door close, Toni looked at Peter and wondered "Does Carol know about this?"
Reading Toni's mind, Peter said, "Carol does know about this and furthermore it is none of our business, for the time being."
Just then, Mary Ann walked into the small bar and asked Peter with a well practiced leer, "What did you think of our houseguest?"
"I think it calls for a round of drinks in celebration of you two's excellent work in getting Pam prepared. Of course you two expect to be rewarded, so go get your toys and restraints and I'll prepare our liquid desserts."
The trio had moved to the large leather couch in the living room and Peter placed their drinks on the mahogany coffee table and had the two sissies stand in front of him while he proceeded to undress the pair.  Peter then clipped the wrist restraints to the collars of the two now naked sissies and with his 'key' realigned the molecules of their plasteel penis restraints.  Rolling the now limp tubes over and off of the hardening members Peter then rolled a condom over each now rigid cock.
"Very impressive," smiled Peter as gave each condom encased cockette a
gentle tug.
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"Turn around and assume the position," commanded Peter and the two sissies turned their backs to Peter and half squatted as Peter removed the sissies enablers and replaced the hormone suppositories with vibrating butt plugs. He then gave each plug a slight tug to insure that receptive sphincters had properly closed over the thicker stem of  new objects. Satisfied, Peter then switched the power packs on and the room filled a low hum and high pitched moans. Both sissies made the time honored attempt to move their hands to their now trembling cocks, but couldn't of course, as their wrist restraints allowed no more than a ofew inches of mobility from their slim necks. Satisfied that his two sissies were now properly motivated, Peter unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor, his admirable erection was tenting his underwear out and Toni dropped to her knees and with a much practices maneuver, slid the confining undergarment down past Peter's knee all the while avoiding the now freed penis as it rebounded up. Toni now had her face nearly on the carpet and her elevated buttocks vainly trying attract attention, held the now empty garment as Peter stepped out of them.
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Peter helped Toni to her feet and he then sat down on the sofa with the two sissies following him, one on each side. Peter then bent forward and retrieved his whisky and a glass of Chablis for Mary Ann.  As he leaned back into the sofa, Toni sitting on her left side bent over Peter's groin and slid the head of the imposing member past her lips and worked her tongue stud over the sensitive head concentrating on the area around the angry eye. Satisfied that her lover was beginning to groan in earnest, Toni dragged her tongue stud down as much of the length of the shaft as she could and began to rhythmically bob her head. She
never could take the entire beast into her orally, but she kept trying and saliva began seep from between her lips as she constantly gagged in her efforts. Mary Ann had as much of her tongue as she could stuffed into Peter's mouth while he slowly tugged at her encased cock. She was frantically trying hit her G spot with the butt plug, but it was too short and her relief was literally in Peter's hand.  Coming up for air, Peter leaned away from Mary Ann's invasive tongue and took a sip of scotch from his glass. He was trying to gauge how close Mary Ann was to cumming.  He knew that Toni's expert ministrations were beginning to
bring him to his brink. Mary Ann was gulping her wine and thrusting her hips into Peter's light grip.
"Harder, Lover," she gasped. Peter tightened his grip on her smallish member and sped up his stroke rate.
"I'm cumming," Mary Ann gasped.
"About time," thought Peter and he came in a gush into Toni's mouth. He felt warm semen roll down his lip encased cock. Toni was swallowing as fast as she could, but some of Peter's discharge still leaked past her tightly cock gripping lips. Mary Ann's hips were jerking as her own climax spilled into the tip of her condom. Toni came up for air with Peter's cum dripping down her chin. Mary Ann handed Peter her wine glass and leaned across her master and kiss Toni full on the lips and licked the gelatinous emission from her lovers face and then dived onto Peter's cock to lick it clean and squeezed his balls to hurry any stay behind discharge out to her awaiting tongue. Satisfied with her efforts, Mary Ann sat up and smiled at Peter. Peter took the now empty wine glasses and his drained whiskey glass, rose and walked into the bar to refill the refreshments. When he returned, he resumed his position on the couch and Mary Ann went to work on the now stiffening member. Toni leaned over to Peter and forced her tongue into his mouth.
"Sweet and a trace of salt," marveled Peter, "the combination of Chablis and sperm
Peter's left hand now went work on Toni's cock as the overly excited sissy thrust her hips to meet with Peter's light grip. 
Mary Ann moved to climb onto the couch next to Peter. She maintained her lip lock on Peter's member but put her own little cock within easy reach of Peter's left hand. Peter complied with Mary Ann's implied wish and was now masturbating both of his sissies simultaneously. Peter decided to bring both of his girls to a second climax and then they too,
would go out for a very informal dinner.

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Precisely at 12:00 midnight, Mike escorted Pamela to the door of Peter's apartment building and with a chaste kiss, watched the sissy go through the entrance door and disappear. Mike felt very light hearted, almost giddy, much like his first dinner date with Carol. He knew he would have to proceed very carefully with this sissy and his matron, albeit a very warm and even handed person was also a very powerful one and held his career in the palm of her hand.
Pamela was in some discomfort. Her penis was trying to inflate and couldn't, it being restricted in its confining tube. She was surprised that she so powerfully attracted to Mike. "It's a natural reaction to being alone for all these years and your sissy hormones make you sex addict of the first order," she told herself.
Padding the access code into the entrance lock and waiting for the retinal scan to confirm that she was she, Pamela decided that she would have to try and milk herself
to get some semblance of relief. Someone had left a living room lamp on so that she did not have any trouble finding her room. She almost squealed out loud at sight of her restraint key hanging on the door latch. "Oh, thank you so much Peter. You have no idea how you have saved me a nights sleep," said Pamela to herself. 
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Going to the vanity in her room, Pamela started to undress and remove her make-up. Disposing of the tissues into the incinerator chute and depositing her undies into the hamper she donned her new silk chemise, not yet pulling on the matching panty.  She went to her overnight case and withdrew a small box. The box held a dildo made from a casting of her late Eric's fully erect penis complete with vibrating device.
It was made just prior to Eric's ill fated posting to Africa and she had made arrangements with her gynecologist to be masturbated in her office while Eric was overseas. Trembling with anticipation, Pamela stepped next to her bed and bent over and withdrew her enabler from her rectum and placed it in the cleansing device. She then took a tube of medicated lubricant and carefully coated 'Eric'.  Squatting slightly, Pamela gently pushed 'Eric' into the space recently vacated by her enabler. A tear formed at the feel of familiar object in her sex. Taking the electronic key so thoughtfully provided by Peter, Pamela released herself and rolled the plasteel tube over her thickening penis.
Once the restraint was off of her, she depressed power switch to 'Eric' and he started his gentle patrol of her rectum.  Her penis was erect almost immediately and she rolled a condom over it and began to gently stroke it. Holding the small member genteelly between her thumb and first two fingers of her right hand, Pamela gradually increased speed
and pressure. Her sexual fantasy was new; she was fellating Mike while she was still restrained in her penis tube. She imagined her mouth filling with his salty issue and he then turned her over onto her knees and forced her head down onto the bed. Roughly extracting her enabler, he released her cock and still holding her down, entered her
unlubricated. Her wrists were not restrained and she masturbating herself while Mike plunged into her bottom. Pamela came in an overwhelming rush. Squeezing her cock to force out unexpelled semen, Pamela suddenly began to cry in deep, heart wrenching sobs. She realized that this first time that she ever masturbated without Eric being the fantasy object. She balled up in the bed, pulling the covers over her, sobbed herself into a guilty sleep.
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Patrick Meganson was in his small apartment, dressing for his first field assignment as a detective. Pat was technically a rookie detective, but he had been a sworn officer of the Omaha Police Department for over five years.  His assignment was one of surveillance.
He was to spend the morning at the 'Old City Mall,' a structure well over two hundred years old and only modestly maintained. His job was to be an inconspicuous snoop. Looking for anything out of the ordinary, or what he perceived to be out of the ordinary. Old City Mall was near enough to the University of Omaha campus for him to affect the front ofan idling student, studying at the mall's bistro. Unshaven and affecting his disguise of dark tee shirt and jeans, Pat headed for his much anticipated first assignment.
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 Entering through the automatic doors, Patrick surveyed the old fashioned glass paneled store fronts and noted a garish tavern, closed at the moment and small cafe, open; continuing up the corridor, a small electronics store sidelining in sexual aids and resale of used electronic items and entertainment holo's, a barber shop, a low rent sissy boutique, a florist, a pharmacy/dry goods store, a jewelers, two vacant storefronts and three clothing stores specializing in lower tier male clothing and accessories completed the general business area of the mall.
At the end of the corridor was a storefront that read 'Mall Security'. 'Very interesting,' thought Pat. Usually, only the larger, more upscale malls had their own security offices. Sitting at a corridor table in front of the cafe, Pat ordered a coffee and a sweet roll and opened his book sized personal computer and brought up the local news and weather on its holographic display. Feigning interest in the news, Pat immediately noticed a pair of Mall Security Officers starting their rounds on the mall's corridor. He was struck at how fit
and tough they looked. The two Security Officers were in their late twenties or early thirties, definitely not the retired semi-greeters most mall security types were. Two cups of coffee later a second oddity struck him. Pat was sure that the mall had a second floor, but there
was not an elevator, automated stairway or even and old fashioned
stairwell visible.
Closing down his computer, Pat paid his tab and walked out of the mall's main entrance and immediately crossed the lightly traveled street. Looking east, down the street, Pat gazed at
the mall's outer facade and smiled when he saw the roof of an elevator penthouse (an elevator penthouse is a small structure on a roof top that houses the cabling, gears and electrical control panels for elevators) peeking over the high parapet of the malls facade. 'This is very interesting indeed. Mike will want to know about this curiosity; there
wasn't a second floor after all,' Pat murmured to himself.
The high parapets had at first given him an impression of a second floor, but he noticed water overflow scuppers about six feet below the top of the parapet walls. The overflow scuppers would be at roof level to drain water that the roof drains couldn't handle in heavy rains.  Smiling at his discovery, Pat headed back to his car and home to prepare his report.
The next morning, Pat was huddled with Mike and the rest of the team,
minus Pamela.
"The sissy isn't sitting in on our team meetings," leered Byron?
"I told her to avoid the station house while the preliminary investigation is underway," answered Mike. "She may be known to individuals that may come under our scrutiny and I didn't want her to become associated with the team prematurely."
"Don't you worry that she will become bored sitting in a hotel room while we fuck around," asked Winston? "We don't need her nosing around either of the two target sites, unsupervised," he continued.
Mike cleared his throat, "She's not in a hotel. She is staying with my nephew Peter Constanceson."
Byron let out belly deep roar, "With Peter? The only person in Omaha hornier than your nephew is his mother."
Mike reddened at Byron's reference to his Consort Matron, Carol Constancedaughter. Pat's ears were fully perked at this point. He didn't know Peter Constanceson personally, but like everyone in Omaha, he knew, knew of him.
Byron's chuckling was subsiding and asked, "Mike, despite my outburst, having the sissy stay with Pete is a very shrewd move. I'm sure that he will keep her occupied until that time we may need her. And it's perfect cover for a good looking sissy to be in Pete's harem, even if she is a little older.
Smiling, Winston asked, "Mike, do you think that Miss Marlason has a ring in her choker yet?"
Nodding as he leaned back in his chair, Mike smirked, "Guaranteed, and I have would suspect that her skirts are shorter and tighter."
Byron snorted, "When do think that she will get a grip on her little cockette again?"
Still rocking, Mike grinned, "Probably never. Pete like's to collect things and a sissy's key is one of his favorite items."
Pat sat there transfixed, 'I've got to meet this Peter guy,' he thought.
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Mike was glad to see that his compatriots had leaped to the obvious concerning Pamela. 'I'll let these guys dwell upon their fantasy's concerning the sissy and I know it will get back to Rachelsdaughter and that nosy biddy will be on the horn to Carol asap, perfect,' thought
Mike.
"OK," chuckled Mike. "Let's get back to business." Looking at Pat, Mike continued, "Pat, give us a layout of the mall and show us where this mysterious elevator penthouse is."
Using the holo projector, Pat sketched out a rough floor plan showing the relative locations of the bar, cafe and labeled the other storefront businesses and sketched in the location of the security office. The elevator penthouse was over the security office section of the building.  The last holo's were the two pictures of the unknown matron's entering
the security office. Lastly, Pat confided that the 'Old City Mall' was a single story structure, why the elevator?
Winston spoke first, "Mike, I think that the lad has to go back to the mall this evening. He will need to approach the building from the south and pace off the distance from end to end. Hopefully, he will remember to number of paces he takes."
Pat burned at this aside.
Byron interrupted, "Pat, did you check out any back entrances to the mall?"
Mike watched the rookie detective turn red.
"I thought not," continued Byron. "Don't get upset, Pat," said Winston. "Noticing the elevator penthouse is the key point of interest. But, you will need approach the building on foot from the south and check out any parking areas adjacent to the mall's east and south sides. And, for God's sake, look for other entrances and loading docks on those sides of the building."
Having stopped rocking in office chair, Mike looked at Pat and said, "OK, here's your plan for this evening. "One; no later than seven PM, walk up Twentieth Street from the south and as you near the intersection with Douglas Street, inspect the mall building for adjacent parking areas and back entrances.  Two; pace off the outside width and length of the building using your normal stride. We will measure your normal stride before we're done here, it doesn't have to be exact, but we do need an idea of dimensions. Three, walk the length of corridor from the main entrance to the store nearest the security office and remember to count your paces. Buy something, anything. As best you can, estimate the distance from that store's entrance to the security office. And, finally and most importantly, stop at the bar in the mall and have a beer.  Then leave the mall, counting your steps on the way out and report here at eight AM in the morning."
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"By the way, do you know what matron's whose pics you snapped?" asked Mike.
"Err, no," replied Pat. "I assume that they are important, but I haven't had the opportunity to chase down their ID's yet."
"They are both medical doctor's," replied Mike. "The first one was a Matron Doctor Janice Anitasdaughter, one of the foremost, if not the foremost pediatricians in Nebraska. The second babe was Matron Doctor Camille Patriciasdaughter, a well connected child psychologist who specializes in sissy behavior" and, incidentally, one of the objects of
our little investigation.
Pat stared blankly at Mike.
Continuing, Mike added, "Why would two well know Matron Physicians be hanging around a run down mall in a less than desirable section of town?" 

Byron chimed in, "I believe that our little fishing trip has just started to become interesting."
Winston closed the meeting with, "And while you're at it rookie, try and out why a one story building has an elevator."
"I think that Detective Meganson may need some back up," interjected Winston. "I will hang out in the bar and have I'll have my alert module set on vibrate. If the security types give you any trouble or you feel that you need any assistance just give your communicator a double click.  Just be sure that you set my code in before you leave for your snooping
trip."
"Well it appears that we are all on the same page, so let's get to it gentlemen," said Mike and with that he dismissed his squad.

Pamela woke with tear salt encrusted eyes. She went into the bathroom to answer natures call standing up and peeing into the toilet was her great, secret delight. Not having to hike her skirts and drop her panties and sit and pee was the ultimate pleasure as far as she was concerned.  She laughed to herself remembering the first time that she had peed standing. She had a firm grasp of her cock, but couldn't see it because her boobs blocked her view. She had missed the toilet completely, and in her panic she had sprayed the adjoining wall before the long unused kidney control muscles stopped her urination stream.  Now, after five years of practice, her morning stand up pee was the highlight of her day. 
Following her morning pee, Pamela followed her usual routine and lubed 'Eric' for action and rolled a condom over her rigid penis and inserted 'Eric' and proceeded to remember the best aspects of her late love.  Mike had told her not come around the station for a couple of days while his team' started their investigation and had suggested that she get Toni to show her around Omaha and get a feel for the 'lay of the land' as he so quaintly put it. After climaxing into the condom, Pamela shrugged off her chemise and walked into the bathroom for a good shower and a douche. 
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Toni was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and watching the morning news program on the holocube. Dressed in modest shorts and a tee shirt, Pamela entered the kitchen and joined Toni with her own coffee. Toni was still wearing her nightie and sitting on a towel draped over the seat of the chair.
Noticing Pamela quizzical expression, Toni volunteered, "Peety does this to Mary Ann and me every morning." 

Pamela was even more confused, "Does what, dear?"
Toni grinned and stood. She was not wearing her nightie panties and Pamela could see semen dripping down the half naked sissy's leg. "Every morning," began Toni, "Our asshole lord and master screws both Mary Ann and I.  We always wake up with our restraints on and that fucker screws us without releasing us.  He's doing Mary Ann right now.  The first one screwed has to make the coffee and wait until number two get's the prick off so we can go shower and get each other off."
Pamela was amazed at the degree of sexual repartee Toni volunteered.  Walking past the now sitting sissy, Pamela went to the wall peg where the sissies restraint keys were hung and placed hers back into Peter's keeping.
"So, he let you have your key for the evening," remarked Toni. "Did you have fun?" she continued with more than a little envy in her voice.  "And, speaking of fun," Toni continued, "how was dinner with Mike?"
Just then, the master bedroom door flew open and Mary Ann waddled into the kitchen holding a bath towel clutched tightly to her very attractive bum. Like Toni, Mary Ann was still in her nightie top, but panty less and dripping
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Pamela was somewhat miffed that Mike had not called her to the station, but guessed that there was nothing that she could add at this point.
Toni cleared the breakfast table and said to Pamela, "Pammy, you and I have a couple of errands to run that will give us a chance to have Mary Ann join us for lunch. So, get yourself ready for a day of light shopping and long luncheon."
Why not,' thought Pamela, 'unless Mike gives me a call, I will go.

An hour later, Toni was waiting in the living room dressed in her denim short shorts and cut off tee shirt that left little to the imagination.  Pamela was a little surprised at how 'briefly' Toni was dressed. Pamela had chosen a smart geometric patterned strappy sun dress with open toed sandals and a wide brimmed straw hat. They made an interesting pair as they clambered into Toni's hydrogen powered car.
They pulled into the plasteel covered parking lot and made their way to a 'slide walk' that carried them into the mall proper. Toni quickly linked arms with Pamela and directed the older sissy down the wide corridor towards the first of many alcoves where the small sole
proprietor shops were located. Tugging Pamela through the door of the small storefront advertised 'Tattoo's,' they were greeted by a small man that looked like a victim of graffiti artists.
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"What can I do for you ladies," asked the human canvass.
Pamela stood stock still, taking in the scene. The walls were covered with two dimensional photographs and sketches of the proprietor's handiwork. Pamela didn't notice the small sign that indicated that 'piercings' were also a specialty of the shop.
Toni smiled at the little man and replied, "Ralphie, my lover here needs a tongue stud."
Looking at Pamela, the small man asked in a soft voice, "Are you going to use the stud tonight, dear?" 
Pamela was struck mute; she had never considered a tongue stud.
Pale, but not in pain, Pamela walked down the wide corridor arm linked with Toni's. Pam's tongue had been anesthetized and she self consciously trying not to drool. The new tongue stud placed near the tip of her tongue had an antibiotic wrapper on its stem and she had been given two 'quick heal' tablets to speed the sealing of the raw wound in her tongue.
They walked into the 'Sissy Shoppe' and the first sales girl they encountered called for Mary Ann to come to the floor.  Magnificent with her gold blonde hair, Mary Ann strode towards her lover and houseguest in her dark grey summer wool business suit with the tight mid thigh pencil skirt and pale yellow silk blouse. The gold restraint ring on her grey silk choker trimmed with yellow lace bounced seductively as she approached her companions. 
"What a surprise," Mary Ann gushed. "What are you two doing here?"
Toni just smiled and opening her mouth and pointing at her well used tongue stud, pointed at Pamela and nodded.
"Let me see," demanded Mary Ann. 

Pamela reluctantly opened her mouth and tried to stick out her tongue
and succeeded in drooling onto the bodice of her sundress.
"It's beautiful," cried Mary Ann. "It's just too bad we won't be able to make use of it until Sunday night."
Toni sagged, remembering that Peter had Army Reserve meetings this weekend and wouldn't be home from drills until Sunday.
"Never mind, sweetie," remarked Mary Ann. "More time for you to heal properly."
Pamela's imprisoned little friend was trying fruitlessly to harden. She had never had a sexual encounter with another sissy and was rapidly losing her reluctance under the constant bombardment of sexual innuendo streaming from Toni and Mary Ann.
"Now, ladies let's have lunch. Connie and Penny are going to join us at Eduardo's," declared Mary Ann.
Toni quickly explained to Pamela that Connie and Penny were married to Mike's boss's matron daughter Margaret, and Connie was Peter's sissy sister.
'This family is positively Byzantine,' wondered Pamela.
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At lunch, Pamela was entranced with Connie and Penny. Best friends through their school years and wedded to a classmate mistress in a double ring ceremony. What really intrigued Pamela was while both sissies had different hairstyles, they nevertheless, both had thin
braids framing their faces.
"The braids are a reminder from their matron, not to call her call her Margie," laughed Toni.
Penny nodded with a smile, relating how Margaret hates the familiar 'Margie' and told how her and Connie, for every time they call her 'Margie' they would be required to wear pigtails for a month.
"Well that was seven years ago and we've been in pigtails ever since," giggled Connie. Pamela also noticed how often Mary Ann and Connie would physically touch.
Toni leaned over to Pamela and told her the story of how Mary Ann and Connie shared a bed for eight months before Peter returned from Africa and claimed Mary Ann.
Connie completed Toni's story by adding, "Mary Ann was my first bedmate, and don't you forget that."
"I almost forgot, Matron Carol is hosting a dinner for us at her home tomorrow night. And she specifically wants to meet you, Pamela," said Penny. 

"Connie added, "Mother feels especially compassionate towards sissies that will be without male company for a 'drill weekend'." 
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Jason, Carol Constancedaughter's youngest male consort, answered the door and welcomed the three Constanceson sissies into the house. Jason was Air Force so his drill weekend was not for two weeks yet.
"Ladies, her majesty awaits you," said Jason accompanied with an exaggerated bow.
The three sissies were 'properly' dressed for an evening with Carol Constancedaughter, LBD's including nude hose and tasteful, but modest jewelry. Penny and Connie were already in the poolroom talking with Frank (Marine Corps), Margret Rachelsdaughter and Carol. Julie and Marie, Carol's wives were busy getting ready for the evening. With Mary Ann in the lead, Peter's sissies entered the poolroom and were promptly greeted by Carol.
"Ladies, it's so good of you to come," cooed Carol.
Pamela had the uncomfortable feeling of being a fly buzzing around the spider's web.
"Frank, please get our guests a beverage," ordered Carol as she bussed Mary Ann and Toni's cheeks. Standing back, Carol critically appraised Pamela.
"So you are the temptress that has so enchanted my Michael," queried Carol?
Pamela blanched at Carol's innuendo. "Pardon me Matron," asked Pamela?  "I have only had a 'business' dinner with Detective Winnifredson."
Carol laughed softly, "I know sweetheart, but you must give a Matron her right to be a little bit 'catty' when she notices one of her consorts starting to think about straying. It's all right; Mike and I have had several conversations concerning our mutual commitments long before you arrived upon the scene."
The gathering in the poolroom was dead silent in astonishment as Carol continued. "Mike and I are going to void our social contract without animosity."
Jason looked at Frank trying to get a hint of what to do or say, if anything. Frank merely nodded his head piecing together the many late evening conversations he and Mike had had in the poolroom. 

"Mike and I hope to remain close friends after the annulment and his relationship with the children shouldn't be drastically affected," said Carol as she noticed the tears rolling down Connie's face.
Hugging Connie close to her, Carol whispered, "Mike is not going away, sweetie, other than he won't be living in the household. He will always be considered part of the family and in many ways his commitments will be in the form of a classical 'Uncle'.  You and Penny will have a mature male advisor unencumbered by close household politics and Marie and
Julie will have their first male friend.  And so will I," sniffled Carol as she was on the verge of tears. "Now, ladies finish your drinks, our limo will be here shortly and we will need some time to freshen and compose ourselves for dinner," continued Carol.
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That evening, at precisely seven PM, Pat started his second reconnaissance of the exterior of the mall. Approaching from the south as he was directed, Peter saw a modest parking lot in the rear of the malls stubby rectangular structure. He was surprised at the traffic volume in the parking lot and more surprised at the quality of the vehicles parked there.  Cutting across the lot, Pat noticed that several of the vehicles were chauffeured.
'Very upscale for this part of town,' thought Pat.
Seeing a south side entrance to the mall off of the parking lot he decided to use that entry. The entry put Pat nearly at the entrance to the malls security office.  Glancing at the office's
doorway, Pat saw two very tough looking guards exit the office and start a patrol of the malls main corridor. The first store front on his right was directly across from the security office and was glass paned, offering a good line of sight covering the security office's doorway.  The store specialized in the resale of used entertainment holographic cubes and accessories, excellent thought Pat and he entered.
Browsing through the aisles, Pat played the part of a student watching his wallet and patiently went through the bins of cubes that offered a view of the security office door. After fifteen minutes, nothing much had happened when suddenly the security office door swung open and another guard appeared in the doorway, holding the door open.  A well dressed middle aged matron appeared from the parking lot entrance and she entered the security office, nodding at the guard in apparent recognition. The guard holding the door blocked Pat's view of any details past the door way. Pat snapped a holo of the unknown matron before she entered the security office with his communicator.
Deciding that he had loitered long enough in the holo store, Pat picked out several cubes that he was genuinely interested in and while paying for them he saw another well dressed matron enter from the parking lot entrance and again the same guard appeared to open the security office door as the matron entered the office. Pat discreetly snapped a holo of this matron also.
Leaving the shop, Pat turned east and counting his steps along the way, made for the small bar at the far end of the corridor.  Entering the small bar, Pat found that it was surprisingly crowded for so early in the evening. Making his way through small knots of well dressed males, Pat found a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender gave him a careful look that gave way to disinterest when Pat placed the small bag with his purchases and the holo store's logo on its side. Taking several of the cubes out of his bag, Pat feigned interest in his recent purchases listening intently for any snatches of conversation he could grab.
Sipping his beer and studying his purchases, Pat discerned that most of the men were chauffeurs of the vehicles in the parking lot. They appeared to know each other well enough to use first names and discuss, hunting, fishing and the patter that would make up male barroom chatter. Pat drained his beer and nodding at the bartender made his way
out of the bar and through the east entrance to continue his measurements.  On his way out of the mall's main entrance, Pat walked past the florist shop. He thought he saw three young sissies in the display area.
"What are three young sissies doing in this mall's flower shop?"
wondered Pat.
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That evening Pat was working late writing his report for Mike. The exterior measurements of the rectangular mall building were approximately eighty foot wide by two hundred feet long. The distance from the interior wall of the security office to east entrance was one
hundred and forty feet. The security office occupied an area of sixty by eighty feet or forty-eight hundred square feet.  There was a two car bank of elevators in the security office.
'Pretty large office for mall security,' he thought. 

The elevator penthouse occupied an area of approximately ten by twenty
feet and was set back from the offices common wall with the mall's main
corridor by about twenty feet.
'What,' thought Pat 'Is a one story building doing with elevators?

Pat knew that he would have all weekend to mull over the mysterious elevator penthouse. His boss, Mike was the Army Reserve Post Commander and would be at Army drills this weekend. Pat was Navy, so his drill weekend was coming up. 

With the elevator question buzzing around his head, Pat decided to do a redo of his recon mission the following morning.
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Peter's reserve unit was a military police detachment. Although Peter's military occupational specialty was infantryman, it was not uncommon for reservists to be assigned to units that they had not trained for during their active duty. It was the cross training as an MP that gave Peter the idea for his security business. After roll call, Peter hunted the
compound for one Master Sergeant Richard Elizibethson, the MP unit's CID (Criminal Investigation Division) liaison. Peter found Sergeant Elizibethson in his small office attempting to look busy.
"Sarge, may I have a moment of your time," asked Peter as he walked through the office door? 

"Sure thing, Pete, what can I do for you," asked Sergeant Elizibethson.
"My uncle, Colonel Winnifredson is undertaking an investigation that apparently involves some socially conspicuous matrons."
Sergeant Elizibethson expression changed from friendly exchange to wary concern. 
"Pete, have you ever heard of 'Posse Comitatus' "questioned Sergeant Elizibethson? 

"Err, no," replied Peter "what is that, some legal term?" 

"I thought not," surmised Sergeant Elizibethson. "Posse Comitatus means literally 'the power of the county'. It refers to law enforcement authority.  By law, the US Military cannot interfere with or enforce local ordinances within the confines of the territory of the United
States.  I cannot assist you or my good friend Colonel Winnifredson in a local criminal investigation."
Realizing that he was wading into water deeper than he had anticipated, Peter changed tact. Sitting down uninvited in a chair across from Sergeant Elizibethson desk, Peter asked quietly,
"Rick, would it be possible for me to train with some of your more exotic surveillance equipment?" 

A slow smile started across Sergeant Elizibethson's face, "Of course it is CID policy to assist our comrades in the Military Police in all matters of military law enforcement. In what manner would you like to expand your horizons?"
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Pat Meganson awoke to a clear and somewhat sultry Saturday morning. He had decided that another trip to Old City Mall was in order to try and determine why a one story building had elevators. Pat drove his vintage '06 Toyota Ultra to within six blocks of the Old City Mall. Parking it to insure that wouldn't be blocked in he locked the vehicle and
proceeded in a slow jog towards the mall.
The six blocks was enough to generate a good sheen of perspiration and Pat was at the north wall of the mall. The sidewalk was quadruple wide at this point and with no windows or apparent surveillance cameras a good spot to feigning a break for an intrepid jogger. Sitting on his haunches, back against the mall's north wall, Pat noticed something very interesting. There weren't any weeds growing out of the sidewalk joints.
Standing, Pat did some quick light calisthenics and jogged in place to present the image of an avid jogger staying loose. Sitting on his haunches again, this time at a point next to a joint in the concrete sidewalk, Pat examined the surface more closely.
'Damn,' thought Pat. 'These aren't joints at all, they're merely indentations formed by a mold.' 

Standing again, Pat started to walk back towards the street curb, this time at an angle. After about five paces he stopped and proceeded to engage in stretching exercises. As he was bending and stretching, Pat was examining a true joint in the concrete slab. Standing and bending side to side, Pat saw two mall security officers approach him.
"Hey, buddy, the mall doesn't like people loitering on the sidewalks around the mall," shouted the taller guard.
"No problem, officer (non-sworn security types liked to be addressed as (officer), I was cramping up and trying to loosen up before I started to run again," replied Pat. Waving, Pat started off on his jog again.
The taciturn security guards did not respond.
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Peter had spent the day with Sergeant Elizibethson learning the basics of the CID's more exotic surveillance gadgets. 

"Who dreams these things up?" asked Peter as he examined anatomically correct moth that had chameleon qualities.
"Bugs are among our most successful intruders," commented Sergeant Elizibethson. "They are usually unnoticed and with their chameleon capabilities are practically invisible once penetration of the target has been achieved." 

Peter was still puzzled, "How can they transmit data without being detected by surveillance sweeps?"
"That, my young sergeant, is top secret. It requires a very special receiver unit and a trained operator to co-ordinate between the 'bug' and it's receiver," confided Sergeant Elizibethson.
Knowing that pursuing more details on the actual working details of the snoop would be fruitless, Peter came straight to the point. "Why are you showing me this, Sarge?"
Elizibethson grinned and said, "As I mentioned before, we cannot aid the police in their investigations of local legal violations directly, but I see no reason that I can't assist in the training of MP reservists in sensitive technologies and direct and assist in 'field problems' as part of that training.
"You know, I've always been very interested in developing intelligence gathering programs as an addition to our duty responsibilities," replied a wry Peter.
"Did you have a field problem in mind, sergeant," asked Elizibethson?
"Specifically, at this time no, but I feel that an appropriate exercise can be formulated in the near future," replied a smiling Peter.
"Excellent," replied a smiling Sergeant Elizibethson.
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Once he was back at his apartment Pat, started in on his report for Mike. Still puzzled by the mold marks in the concrete slab Pat decided to use his municipal access code for the city's less sensitive departments.
"Department of Public Works," he said to the computer and as the department emblem came onto the holographic display, "Plans Examiner,"  he added.
He asked the computer to display a list of all work done at the malls address and all street work done on the malls boundary streets within the past ten years. The display was at first disappointing, a few minor remodeling jobs had been done in the mall proper, but a major
street repair that included sewer and electrical work was done four years ago at the location he had noticed the marks in the concrete. 

Flipping through the remodeling projects, one caught his eye. The area that now is the security office was repainted four years ago. The only unusual thing about the project was the floor plan; it was totally different than what is there now. Notes by the plan reviewer indicated that some new partition walls were to be erected in the area in addition to the painting work. The approved plan indicated that only about twelve hundred square feet of the mall's floor space were involved in the minor remodeling project. The floor plan clearly indicated a large public area at the doorway entry from the parking lot with kiosks in the
center area. The bulk of this public area was now part of the security office. The notes on the plan also stated that the estimated value of the work to be done was a little over seventeen thousand dollars. The owner of the mall space was listed as 'ME Enterprises,'
'Marilyn Evelynsdaughter,' wondered Pat?  The general contractor for the project
was listed as 'Pioneer Painting and Remodeling,' 'Whatever,' thought Pat, 'I'll check them out too.'
Pat asked the computer to display the street projects at the area where he had noticed the mysterious concrete. Apparently, in the summer of 2233, that entire section of street was torn up and redone from intersection to intersection and curb to curb.  Sewer and electrical
subcontracts were also listed as scheduled work. The holo display continued with usual mundane listings of estimates of lineal footage of concrete sewer pipe, curb and gutter, cubic yardages of street sub grade fill required and the amount of materials to be excavated and removed from the jobsite. 'Pretty dull stuff,' thought Pat, until he realized that far more material was being removed than replaced.
Scanning through the engineering drawings, he saw nothing that indicated that the roadway was widened or otherwise altered to include the wide space in the sidewalk that he had noticed this morning. Going back to the job description, he saw that the project was some six hundred and sixty feet long from end to end and was a uniform forty five foot wide. Doing some quick math, Pat was astonished. Even if the entire roadway was excavated out to below the frost line, not more than forty eight hundred cubic
yards of material would have been removed. The estimated amount of debris and fill to be removed according to the plans was nearly thirty thousand cubic yards. More puzzled than ever, Pat was becoming very interested in road construction.
Staring at the plans as he went through the entire set, Pat wondered,  'Where did the extra twenty five thousand yards come from?' Pat decided to call for help. 'Maybe the big shot sissy has some insight into what the Department of Revenue is looking for,' he thought as his called out her number to his phone.
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Pamela was sitting at the kitchen table in shorts and a tee reading the news reports on her holo communicator when the incoming call light flashed. "Hello," she queried.
"Special Agent, this is Detective Meganson. I did a surveillance walk through at the Old Towne Mall yesterday and came up with some very interesting results. I am hoping that you may be free for brunch this morning to discuss my observations?" asked Pat.
'You lovely boy,' thought Pamela.
"Thank you, yes," replied Pamela, "As long as I can bring friends to our soiree?"
'Friends,' wondered Pat? "Err, who did you have in mind, Miss?"
"Oh,  just my roomies, Mary Ann and Toni, Peter's consorts," replied Pamela.
"No problem, but the conversation will be sensitive to our pending investigation," said Pat.
"OK," replied Pamela, "Where and when?"
Pat breathed deeply, "Richie's Tap, your friends will know where it is and in about an hour?"
"See you there, Detective," said Pamela.
"Girls, we have a date," shouted Pamela. "A very nice young police officer has invited us to brunch.
"At precisely 10:30 AM, Pamela and Peter's sissies walked into Richie's Tap, a police hangout that also served a passable Sunday brunch. The sissies were dressed in sundresses, sandals and all wore wide brim woven  hats. Pamela spotted Detective Meganson sitting at a window table and directed her little entourage towards his table.
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"Good morning Detective," said Pamela as Pat quickly stumbled to his feet upon the arrival of the three sissies.
Pat couldn't help but notice the intense interest that his brunch guests had generated among the bar's clientele.  Pat had never in his life ever been alone socially with sissies. He was extremely nervous and was blushing.
"Calm down Pat, we won't bite, yet," said a very amused Toni.
Mary Ann leaned over the table and took Pat's hand and gently directed him towards his role of offering chairs to the sissies and getting the gathering organized.
"I must apologize ladies. This is my first 'date'. I have never had a solo social interaction with anything but men," blurted Pat.
Pamela drew her hand lightly across Pat's cheek and cupped his chin and said, "You're doing fine, sweetie."
"So," started Toni, "You've never had three beautiful sissies out to brunch on a glorious Sunday morning before?" 

Pat stopped and thought, 'I don't think that one man in fifty thousand has ever done this.' "No, ma'am, I don't even know anybody who has ever had the privilege of entertaining three such enviable sissies by themselves at one time." 

"Flattery will get you everywhere," replied Mary Ann. "But, we are hungry girls and need to see a menu."
Toni, always intrigued by young men, asked, "There were no sissies in your household growing up.
Pat, raising his eyebrows in reflection, replied, "No, Miss, there were my two brothers. We were all out of skirts by the time we were ten."
"Any sisters?" asked Mary Ann. Nodding sadly, Pat affirmed, "I had two, but they died very young from the plague. My mother is still a very sad woman."
Pamela clutched the young detective's hand as sympathetically as she could. "We need a glass of wine," said Toni, 'And a change of subject'.
Pamela was sipping her wine, looking at the suddenly introspective young man and asked, "You had a question concerning our investigation, detective?"
Coming back to the present, Pat collected himself and replied, "Yes, ma'am. I have doing some basic reconnaissance around the Old Towne have come up with some inconsistencies that may be of interest to you."
Pat started his monologue concerning the discrepancy in projected volumes of material removed on a certain road repair project bordering the mall and the actual amounts as reported in construction logs. Toni, who teaches a course in Construction Management at the U. of Nebraska Omaha campus became very intrigued. 
Toni had pulled her all purpose communicator from her purse and was doing some quick calculations and announced, "That is some ninety four hundred square feet of floor space, assuming an eight foot ceiling." 

Pat looked as if the eureka moment had descended upon him. "The elevator goes down," he blurted.
"Usually, they go both ways," replied a very amused Toni.
Pamela was absorbing the revelation and trying to figure out where it fit into her suspicions about the mall, without success. 

"That would make for a very big basement," added Mary Ann.
'Why would you want a big basement in a small mall?" wondered Pamela.
Pat looked at Toni and said, "I estimated that the security office is some forty eight hundred square feet in area. An additional ninety four hundred square feet would give us two basement levels at least."
Toni replied, "Probably more than that detective, I would not be surprised if an original basement level already exists."
Sipping his 'Bloody Mary,' Pat sat back and tried to visualize what use such a large amount of space would be used for. 

Pat looked at Toni again and asked, "If there is an existing basement, wouldn't that explain the elevator penthouse?  Especially sense there is a large hydraulic elevator on the north side of the building."
"What?" Questioned Toni.  
Pat cleared his throat,  "Yes, on the north sid8e of mall, there is an exterior elevator disguised as sidewalk.  The platform is twelve feet wide by thirty six feet long."
Mary Ann glanced at Toni and said, "What about it, Miss Smarty?"
Toni smugly took a long sip from her 'Bloody Mary'.  That's a hydraulic elevator but, the dimensions are bigger than any I've ever heard of."   The penthouse indicate that there were originally cable elevators in the building for lifting light freight from an existing basement to the ground floor of the mall.   Only cable lift elevators can require penthouses Hydraulic elevators have limited useful lift travel but, superior weight capability.  So, if we have a  penthouse on the south side of the building servicing the basements and a probable very large hydraulic elevator on the north side that can only service the basement, so what would make sense?"             
Pam raised her hand to catch the waiters eye.
Toni responded in best professorial tone, "Yes, Miss Pamela, you have an answer to my question?"
Caught flatfooted by Toni's inquiry, Pam looked up at the now attentive waiter and in a mild state of confusion, made a circle gesture with her left hand and the waiter disappeared to gather another round for the table.  
Composure regained, Pam asked Toni to repeat the question.  Toni did so.
Pam said, "The answer is obvious.  The north side street elevator is the arrival point for heavy incoming and outgoing loads and the south elevators distribute those parceled out loads to the various basement levels."
"You get an 'A', Miss Pammy," smiled Toni.  "To confirm Pam's answer, we need to find evidence of exterior wall remodeling on the south exterior wall near the roof penthouse.
Mary Ann scowled as Toni laid out her logic and Pamela giggled at Mary Ann's chagrin.
Ignoring the silent debate between the sissy lovers, Pat was even more mystified by the need of such an elaborate elevator system for such a small, somewhat rundown mall.
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Monday morning, Pat poured a cup of the wretched squad room coffee and walked into Lieutenant Winnifredson's office and laid the data chip on Mike's desk.
"You have something," queried Mike?
"Yes sir," replied Pat. "I think that I have something of interest."
"Should we call in Miss Marlason," asked Mike
"She is already aware of the contents," replied Pat. I think that we need formulate an overall plan for further observation of the mall and try and figure out what we are exactly looking for."
'Good thinking lad, Pam was right about you,' thought Mike.  "And, just how did Miss Marlason become familiar with your report?"
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Pamela had all ready called Mike and said, "I hope that you aren't upset with Pat about contacting me with his surveillance information. Miss Toni recognized the significance of the construction data gleaned by Detective Meganson and I believe that we may have a lead of great potential."
Mike chuckled, "My niece-in-law is a very bright individual hiding out as a sissy slut. I would have run Pat's information past her in any case. I would like you to ask Peter to give me a call at his convenience which in police parlance is as soon as possible."
Pamela's suspicions rose, "Is Mr. Constanceson involved with this case?"
Smiling with deadly serious eyes, Mike replied, "Not at this time and in the future you will please refrain from using names on an open line."
A flutter of excitement descended into Pamela's stomach as she tersely replied, "Yes sir," and she continued, "Mike, I met Matron Carol Friday night. I think that if you have any motives towards me, you should move quickly."
Wide awake now, Mike said, "You met Carol? What did she say?  What do you mean by motives and quickly?"
Replying, Pamela said, "Carol told me about your coming annulment and gave you from what I could gather, a blessing for any future activities.  Oh, Mike. I am very attracted to you, but I can't stay here with Peter and the sex addicts for much longer. I am planning upon getting a week to week place, if I can find one and soon.  Are you interested in
joining me?"
Mike paused and said, "I'll have a place for us by next weekend. I'll call you.  I think I love you." 

All Pamela could say was "Bye, I'll be waiting." She could never tell Mike about Sunday evening.
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Pamela set down her communicator and got up from the kitchen table and poured herself a cup of coffee, black of course. She looked up to see Toni walk into the kitchen naked, but for her penis restraint. Toni walked over to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee, also
black.
Admiring the shapely sissy's butt, Pamela couldn't help but exclaim, "You're dripping, dear."
A thin stream of semen was running out of Toni's rectum and down her inner thigh. 

Toni nodded, "I know, after he squirted up my bottom, that damn Peety had me suck Mary Ann off while she was sitting in his lap, 'WITH HIS COCK UP HER ASS'.  He had already put me in my restraint and after Mary Ann came in MY MOUTH, he kicked me out of the bedroom."
"I'm so sorry," said Pamela, not knowing what else to say.
"Oh, it happens all the time," replied Toni. "That prick knows that I thrive on frustration. I'll get my revenge tonight, somehow."
Toni grabbed a dish towel and spread it across a chair and sat down at the table across from Pamela.
"Pammy, you give good head. I especially like the way you use your new jewelry."-------------------------------------------
Pamela blushed as she clicked her new tongue stud against her teeth.
Sipping her coffee, Pamela recalled last evening's homecoming of Peter, direct from his tribulations of reserve drills. Mary Ann had all three of the sissies dressed in their flimsiest nighties and with vibrating butt plugs in place as the master walked through the front door.
Pamela thought that her penis would explode within its confines of the plasteel tube while Peter greeted each sissy with a long kiss and a thorough grope of each sissies exposed cock head through their thin panties.  Peter was sitting serenely in his easy chair while Mary Ann and Pamela were literally hopping around him in sexual arousal. Toni brought Pete 
a bottle of his favorite Canadian beer and after his first deep draught he motioned for Mary Ann to sit on his knee
With his tongue down her throat, Peter deftly clipped Mary Ann's wrist restraints to her choker ring and with his free hand started removing the overcharged sissy's panties. Moaning in anticipation, Mary Ann was rocking her butt plug against Peter's leg, futilely trying to ejaculate
Once Mary Ann's panties were down around her ankles, Peter clicked the electronic key and the excited sissy's penile restraint parted. Toni and Pamela were watching Peter slowly prepare Mary Ann and were unconsciously clutching their own plasteel encased cocks.
Slipping the now pliable tube off of Mary Ann's penis, the newly freed sissy became instantly erect. With his tongue still in the sissy's mouth, Peter reached into a shirt pocket and retrieved a sissy condom, smaller in size to fit the hormone reduced sissy penis. Slipping the lubricated condom over Mary Ann's throbbing member, he gave it a couple of light strokes and lifted her off of his knee.
Peter then motioned Toni over to his knee and repeated the process. Mary Ann was bouncing around the living room with her wrists restrained to her neck and her condom encased penis waving in the cool air while Pamela was engrossed in trying to rub her own cock, still encased in it's plasteel tube, tightly locked between her thighs.
Once he had all three sissies wrist restrained and condom clad, Peter said matter of factly, "Let's go girls," and headed for the bedroom. Pamela watched Mary Ann and Toni step onto opposite sides of the bed with their knees at the edge and their head resting upon their restrained hands. Pamela passed two sets of butt cheeks, hoisted invitingly into the air with a vibrating intruder working furiously in the anticipating rectums.  She was fascinated by the gold scrotum rings emphasizing the diminutive ball sacks and nearly purple rubber encased penises.
Wasting no time, Pamela assumed her own position at the end of the bed. The three sissies' could now watch each other being violated.  Pamela was startled by the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper descending. She heard the slow soft tread of heavy feet approach to her left, towards Mary Ann.
A soft moan seeped through the bedroom as Peter withdrew the vibrator from Mary Ann's expectant anus.  A groan filled the room as Peter gently pushed his large phallus past Mary Ann's sphincter and slide his shaft to its hilt as his balls rested firmly between the sissy's thighs.  Hunching over his loves backside, Peter firmly grasped Mary Ann's cock and slowly began to stroke it in time with his thrusts up her rectum. After about ten strokes, Mary Ann erupted into her condom, her hips violently returning Peter's thrusts and voicing excited moans and mewing.
'Oh, girl you are my favorite fuck. Maybe later this week we will sleep alone together and I can really ream you out,' thought Peter as he withdrew from Mary Ann's puckering love hole. 
Replacing the vibrator into Mary Ann's rectum, Peter moved on to Toni and repeated the process. Pamela had never felt so controlled in her life and she loved every minute of it.
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Hearing the door open, Pamela snapped out of her remembrances of the previous evening's frolics.  Mary Ann walked out the master bedroom, naked, but penis restrained; followed by Peter in his short terry cloth robe. Mary Ann poured herself a cup of coffee, with cream and opened a cabinet drawer and retrieved a dish towel and draped it over a chair and sat her lovely leaking bottom on it. Pamela was entranced by Mary Ann's bouncing breasts and was rudely interrupted in her voyeurism by Peter grabbing her hair in the back of her head, pulling it back and giving her a sloppy good morning kiss. 
Motioning towards Mary Ann, he said, "That's mine and so are Toni and you, while you are here. If you are a good girl I'll keep you and the three of you can plot against me together. Tomorrow morning, you'll be naked, sitting on a towel with your morning coffee, and I like your tongue stud."
Coming up for air, Pamela sputtered, "Master Peter, your Uncle Mike called and wants to talk with you ASAP." 

Peter nodded, and with his fingers firmly entwined in the hair in the back of Pamela's head, forced the older sissy's mouth over his hardening member.  Pammy knew that she was going to have cream with her coffee regardless. Mary Ann and Toni sat on the other side of the kitchen table watching their new playmate perform with painfully pinched cocks and without their enablers in place, all they could do was drink their coffee and continue to leak.
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Peter had called Mike and arranged for lunch at his favorite saloon, Murphy's Pub.  Mike was sipping his Guinness and Peter was content with a 12 year old Famous Grouse scotch and smoking a Romeo y Julieta blunt.
"What do you think," asked Mike?
Leaning in towards his uncle, Peter said, "I think that your detective Pat is on to something. Putting the mall under surveillance in the traditional sense could prove to be very difficult." 

"Yeah," replied Mike. "The area is very open and there isn't any decent cover for a snoop for nearly seventy five yards."
Leaning back in the booth, Peter responded, "I had a very interesting drill session this past weekend. The top sergeant in the CID detachment agreed to start training me in some of their newest surveillance gear. They have some 'very interesting' stuff that I think could help in determining traffic patterns in and out of the mall."
"I can't work with the CID, Peter," said Mike.
Grinning, Peter said, "I was instructed in the 'Posse Comitatus' thing and I think that I have a way around it."
Mike became very interested, "How so?"
"Don't ask," said Peter. "Toni will be your contact and she will relay any information that comes my way."
Mike smiled, "Toni's a lovely girl, and I'll enjoy communicating with her."
Peter replied, "Communicate to closely and I'll tell my mom." Mike feigned mock horror at Peter's threat.
More serious, Peter asked Mike, "Could I get a copy of Detective Meganson's surveillance report? I need to have some idea of where to start." 

Mike dug into his shirt pocket and passed a silicon chip over the table to Peter. "I thought that you might need Pat's report. It's not bad, decent measurements and some curious observations," remarked Mike, critiquing the young detective's work. 

Peter stood and shook hands with Mike and said, "I'll start tonight. I think that I can get the equipment that I need right away. Could you have Pat call me at my secure number, I'll need his services to place the equipment in the field." 

"Done," said Mike, "and I'll be looking forward to collaborating with Agent Toni." 

Peter snorted a short laugh, "I'll tell her that's her new moniker and she'll be very excited."

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After his meeting with Mike, Peter called Sergeant Elizibethson and asked for the use of a short range surveillance device. The sergeant was surprised at the suddenness of the request, but agreed to have a technician bring a suitable device over to Peter's apartment by five PM.
Shortly after his conversation with Sergeant Elizibethson, Peter received a call from Detective Meganson. After wading through the salutations, Peter asked Pat to come over to his apartment at five o'clock this afternoon. It was nearly four PM before Peter finally made
it back to his apartment.

Entering the apartment, Peter found Toni and Pamela lounging on the large balcony, taking in the afternoon sun. Peter let out a low whistle when he walked in on the bikinied sissies. 

"We're still on break, trooper. Come back in a couple of hours," exclaimed Toni. 

Pamela just grabbed a towel to cover herself. Rising from her lounge, Toni stretched out to her full height and feigned scratching her encased balls. 

Shaking his head, Peter said to Toni, "Girl, I have a job for you. You are to be the agent in charge of communicating between the field operation in Special Agent Marlason's investigation and Mike's detective team. You are officially to be known as Agent Toni and that is how you will identify yourself to Mike." 

Toni beamed for a second and then her smile faded to small frown.  "Pammy is a 'Special Agent' and I only get to be an 'Agent'?" 

Planting a light kiss on the tip of Toni's nose, Peter replied, "Pamela is paid to be a 'Special Agent' by the State of Nebraska and you my lovely, just work for fringe benefits." 

Still pouting, Toni sighed, "I do like the fringe benefits, but it's still not fair. I will do it anyway, but I want two new outfits as compensation." 

"Done," said Peter. "By the way, we're having guests for dinner, an Army technician I don't know and your friend Detective Pat." Both sissies blushed at Peter's guest list.

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The army tech was the first arrive at Peter's apartment.  Shaking hands with Peter, he introduced himself as Sergeant Jim Corrineson. The sergeant was dressed in a jogging suit and carried a gym bag. 

"The device and receiver is in the bag Sergeant Constanceson. As this is a 'training' session, I will familiarize you with the device and the receiver unit. It's quite simple, really. I estimate that our training session will take at least three minutes," said Corrineson.

Peter smiled and replied, "It sounds complicated, do we have time a few beers and dinner before we get down to 'work'? 

Sergeant Corrineson, without cracking a smile, replied, "That is the proscribed training schedule, right out of the manual." 

Just as Peter was showing Sergeant Corrineson into the living room, two sissy heads peeped around the corner from the kitchen. 

"Sergeant, please allow me to introduce two members of my household, Toni and Pamela." The sissies presented themselves and performed a near comic curtsey and fled back to the kitchen. 

'Very nice,' thought Sergeant Corrineson, this guy has done very well for himself. 

Just then, the front door opened and Mary Ann came through the doorway dragging Detective Meganson behind her. Peter gave a mock slump and introduced Mary Ann to the now astonished sergeant. 

'Who is this guy,' wondered Jim?

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Pat Meganson was left standing in the doorway, but Mary Ann turned and seized his arm, bullying him into the living room. 

"Look who I found loitering around the front door!" said Mary Ann.  Pamela and Toni rushed into the front room and showered Pat with kisses.
Sergeant Jim Corrineson was dumbfounded, 'This is the goddamnest household that I have ever been in,' he wondered. 
After dinner, Jim and Peter excused themselves and went into Peter's private study. Sergeant Corrineson opened his gym bag and took out a small box and opened it. Peter peered at the contents and thought what he saw in the small box was a common English sparrow.
"Slick, eh," remarked Jim. "This avian contraption is made of biologically mobilized silicon. The molecules have been realigned to mimic the musculature of the bird it represents. It is powered electrically by a solar rechargeable battery and contains a very compac high resolution camera with ten GB storage capacity. The camera can of course, see both night and day with excellent resolution and is also infrared capable."
Peter let out a low whistle.
"The downside," continued Jim "Is its range. This bird can only reach about ten meters in altitude with a downwind range of some forty meters before it exhausts its battery
power. Getting close to where you want this critter to perch is an imperative. Impressed,
Peter asked, "What about the receiver?"
Sergeant Corrineson pulled a twelve inch square and two inch thick rectangular object from his gym bag and placed it upon Peter's desk. Touching the top of the box, its lid slowly opened revealing a simple silicon data chip dispenser. 

"This is all there is to the receiver. You simply open the box and eject the data chip and download it onto your personal computer," said Jim. 

"How does the data get from the bird to your receiver, you ask? The bird emits its data stream at a pre-programmed time to connect with a low orbiting military satellite and that satellite relays the data stream to this." 

Jim pulled an old fashioned folding antenna out of his bag and said to Peter, "This has a very powerful adhesive on its base; we merely stick it out of a convenient window with a southern exposure, such as the one in your study here and adhere it to the outside wall. We use a solid cable to transmit the data from the antenna to the receiver for security
concerns, and that's that." 

The very smug Sergeant Corrineson then pulled another silicon chip out of his trouser pocket and handed it to Peter.
"This goes into your computer; it is the program to read the data. It cannot be hacked, or
so we think, but the data can be downloaded onto a standard chip for storage and is simultaneously relayed to our office at the reserve center." 

"Very simple and very impressive, sergeant, is it really that secure," asked Peter?
Sergeant Corrineson's eyes narrowed, "This item is also very black, to our knowledge, no one, aside of a very few individuals in the Army CID, ASA (Army Security Agency) and the CIA know of its existence. We want to keep it that way. Our CID office at Fort Kearny will also receive all data accumulated by the 'snoop'. The authorization for you to use this
device was not given cavalierly; it came down from the top, the Joint Chiefs. They are very interested in any situation that could compromise the matron power structure. Would you call Detective Meganson into the room, now please?"

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Peter left his study and found Pat backed into a corner surrounded by his sissies.
"I see that you are being entertained, detective" said Peter, Sergeant Corrineson would like to see you and give you an overview of the surveillance device." 

With obvious relief, Pat answered, "On my way sir." 

With Pat safely in the study, Sergeant Corrineson spoke up, "You are Petty Officer Patrick Meganson, United States Navy Reserve?" 

Momentarily confused, Pat managed to reply, "Yes, Sergeant I am Petty Officer Meganson." 

Corrineson pulled a letter out of his gym bag and handed it to Pat.  "Detective, by order of the Chief of Naval Operations, you are now to consider yourself reactivated back to active duty. You are to continue in your duties as a member of the Omaha Police Department and you are to report to Sergeant Constanceson here." 

Sergeant Corrineson then pulled another envelope out of his gym bag and handed it to Peter. "By order of the Chief of Staff, Sergeant Constanceson is now activated and is to report to Sergeant Elizibethson and to provide Sergeant Elizibethson with any and all information pertaining to this training exercise." 

Peter knew instantly that his hat was floating. 

Pat's mind was in swirling turmoil. 'A letter from the Chief of Naval Operations,' he wondered? 'I was a fucking clerk in supply. What the fuck am I doing getting personal orders from the CNO?' 

Lifting his beer, Jim Corrineson looked at it in disdain. "Pete, do you have something stronger?" 

Pete acknowledged Corrineson's request by pouring three generous tumblers of Wild Turkey whiskey over crushed ice. 

Pushing the drinks to his companions, Peter said, "We need a plan, quick." 

Jim Corrineson swirled his glass and spoke, "Gentlemen, as you know, I am a member of the Criminal Investigation Division of the US Army. I am not however; a technician nor a sergeant and we are very interested in Special Agents Marlason's suspicions and with Detective Meganson's report to your Lieutenant of Detective's, Major Winnifredson." 

Peter stared at 'Sergeant Corrineson' and said very softly, "Sir would you like to speak to Special Agent Marlason?" 

Jim Corrineson eyed Peter and asked, "How soon a discreet meeting could be arranged?" 

"As soon as you would like Sir, she's in the next room," replied Peter.

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Pat was jogging down the boulevard on the Old City Mall's side of the street, it late in the evening after the bizarre meeting between himself, Peter, Pamela and Jim Corrineson. Pat was requested to do another quick surveillance to see if a suitable spot for the 'snoop' was
available, given its limited independent range of locomotion. Not pausing while he jogged by the wide spot in the concrete sidewalk next to the back of the mall structure, Pat determined that there were no suitable trees or tall shrubbery. The only spot he was certain that the bird could reach was the low parapet wall at the buildings roof edge.
Pat was guessing that the parapet's height was about twenty feet, well within the bird's ten meter altitude ceiling and judging by the streaks on the visible side of the wall, birds congregated there often. Pat jogged around the corner of mall building and spotted an area that was fairly dark and next to the buildings exterior wall. Pat touched the communicator on his wrist and a signal was transmitted to Peter's apartment where Jim Corrineson was waiting.
When Pat signal was received, Jim activated the bird which was in Pat's fanny pack. Pat
retrieved the snoop from his pack and held it in his open palm and the bio-silicon wonder fluttered clumsily up to the roof top under the guidance of Jim's remote control. Pat resumed his jog and disappeared into the gloom.
Jim Corrineson fiddled with the control panel and his optical receiver showed the bird's eye view of the snoop settling onto the roof top. The maneuver had used approximately twenty five percent of the snoop's battery charge and Jim decided to wait until tomorrow after the device had recharged to pick a suitable perch for the surveillance to begin. He did a quick scan of the environs in the immediate proximity of the snoop and decided it was safe for the evening and powered down the device to await sunrise and solar recharging. 

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Jim looked at Peter and said, "I'll stop by after dinner tomorrow and we'll set the perch for the snoop. I want to case the mall myself to get a feel for the layout before we start. I definitely want to at least walk over the curious concrete sidewalk."
Glancing over at Toni,  "If you would Miss, I would like you to shop at the mall tomorrow and check out the stores more thoroughly than Pat could without raising suspicions and stay out of the bar.  Unaccompanied sissies in saloons raise a good deal of suspicion." 

Peter nodded to Jim's request and Toni happily bobbed her head.
"What about me," asked a left out Pamela?
Jim glanced over to the older sissy and said, "I'm saving you. If this generates more leads, we may need a more mature sissy that could pass for a matron. I can't afford to waste you to the mall's casual surveillance recorder."
Completing his technical operations with snoop, Jim stood and faced the collected Constanceson household and warned, "Under no circumstances is this operation to be discussed outside of this apartment. Miss Marlason, you, of course can discuss it with
Lieutenant of Detective's Winnifredson and any member of his investigative team at your discretion.

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A very downcast Mary Ann was watching the proceedings with everyone getting an assignment but her.
Peter quickly sized up Mary Ann's mood and asked, "Sweets, we will need you to keep an eye out for any young sissies that appear to be strange, or rather foreign.  According to
Pat's report, he thought he saw three young 'Asian' sissies in the flower shop at the mall. In fact, if there are a large number of illegal alien sissies in Omaha, it stands to reason that a few of them would show up at the 'Shoppe' sooner or later." 

Brightening, Mary Ann added, "Yes, and I could provide surveillance photo's and stuff like that." 

"That would be very useful, "added Sergeant Connineson. 

Just then Pamela's communicator vibrated and Mike's image appeared and
the silent text scroll read, "I've found a place. We can move in tomorrow."
Pamela was relieved, "I'll call you back."

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The next morning Mike convened a meeting of all of the police personnel involved in the 'Special Agent's' investigation.
Standing behind his desk, Mike addressed his detectives and said, "Guy's, our investigation
has been co-opted by the military. Looking for additional information on this Marilyn Evelynsdaughter person, I mentioned her name to the Army's CID NCOIC (Non-commissioned Officer in Charge).  Not three minutes later he called me back and asked for a face to face. It appears that the military is very interested in this babe. The CID agent did not elaborate, but did inform me that our merry little group here will not do any unauthorized searches, seizures or any other of the fun things that we in the Omaha Police Department feel that is germane to any normal investigation. We have been relegated to mule work. We
will observe, at a distance, count heads and if we can, record images of our suspects and or persons of interest." 

The three detectives listening to Mike muttered among themselves. Pat expressed his regret of being screwed during his first project. 
Mike continued, "Pat here, has cased the Old City Mall and has some very interesting data for us to examine in greater detail." 

Passing out data chips, I want you each to review Pat's report and take a look at the Mall itself and formulate a very discreet surveillance plan. We will meet the day after tomorrow and see what we can come up with." 

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That same morning, Toni had dressed in her best sissy slut outfit; very short shorts, a thin cotton spaghetti strap tee shirt, no bra and four inch fuck me heels. She had also put a thick panty liner in her panties that smoothed the bulge between her thighs out and covered the flange of her enabler.  After parking in the now deserted Old City Mall's parking lot, she teetered into the mall by the entrance next to the security office and began her 'mission'. She was planning to do a thorough store by store case of the entire mall, excluding lunch in the pub Pat had described.  She also wanted to count the different security guards that made patrols through the mall and possibly see and count the external patrols also. 

As Toni swayed down the mall's main axis corridor, she encountered two security guards coming towards her, most likely headed for the security office behind her. Flashing her most 'come on' smile she was mildly devastated by the lack of response from the pair. 'Gay?' She wondered.  'Well, we're all fucking gay.' 

Comforted by her enabler sliding around in her rectum, enhanced by the lofty heels, she made for the cafe to have a coffee and formulate a more detailed plan and perhaps shoot a nice little wad of cum into her panty liner.

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Mary Ann had left for work at the Sissy Shoppe and Pamela was having a quiet cup of coffee in the kitchen when Peter appeared. 

Pamela poured a cup of coffee for Peter and told him, "Mike and I are moving into an apartment soon." 

Peter was stunned, "Mike is leaving Carol?" 

Apprehensively, Pamela replied, "Carol knows all about it. Mike and Carol are getting an annulment to their consort ship agreement. Carol told me this herself Friday night at the sissy soiree at Carol's home." 

Peter sat down hard on the closest chair in the kitchen. "Wow, was she agitated?" 

"No, I don't think so, but very sad," replied Pamela. "Apparently, this has been formulating for some time." 

Shrugging, Peter agreed, "I think so, Mike has hinted at his restlessness. We are quite close, as far male relationships go, and I have noticed his dissatisfaction with the 'uncle' role. He feels like a 'fuck toy' and a gofer.  Two roles I don't think he is particularly good
at."
"Peter," appealed Pamela, "Please don't mention the romp I had with you and the girls Sunday night to Mike. Don't get me wrong, I loved it and it reminded me how much I miss sex. I don't think that Mike would appreciate details about how you had me moaning and begging to suck your cock." 

Peter snorted, "You are a pretty good piece, Miss Pamela. I certainly do envy my uncle. Our little adventure is forgotten and I will advise Toni and Mary Ann to do the same." 

Peter rose from his chair and went to the wall peg that held the sissy keys and took Pamela's off the peg and handed it to her. Handing the cherished item to Pamela, he said, "If things don't work out, you always have a home here."

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Toni was at the small cafe, sitting at a tiny table placed at the edge of the main concourse. Sipping her coffee and nibbling at a sweet roll, she was idly watching what passed for the news on her holo communicator. Trying to keep her squirming to a minimum, Toni had only managed a leaky discharge into her panty liner as her enabler made contact with her
prostate gland.  Annoyed at the results of her exercise, Toni looked up from the small holo display her communicator was projecting and down the corridor of the mall. At the far end, near the security offices entrance was one of Omaha's most prestigious gynecologists. She was being met by two of the tough looking security types and was quickly through the office door. 

'My, my, Doctor Tabitha Mildredsdaughter, what on earth could you be doing here at shopping hell,' wondered Toni?  Attracting the attention of the greasy cute waiter, Toni paid her bill and rose from the table to start her 'shopping' excursion. 

Slowly making her way down the mall's corridor, feigning interest in the window displays, she glanced again down the concourse towards the Security Center. Another well dressed matron was being escorted through the security center's entrance; it was Dr. Abigail Jennifersdaughter, her personal physician and she had spotted her. 

'Time to leave,' thought Toni as she did a very smart about face and headed for the exit at far end of the corridor.
"Miss, oh Miss," shouted a guard and Toni broke into what she could manage as a trot in heels.
'God Damn you, you arrogant bitch,' swore Toni at herself, trying to manage her heels. A heel broke and Toni fell to the ancient terrazzo surface of the corridor. Sprawled on the hard polished concrete surface, Toni felt herself being assisted by very strong hands to her
feet.
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"Toni Constanceson, what are doing here," she heard Dr. Jennifersdaughter ask? 

"Your hurt, sweet heart," exclaimed Dr. Jennifersdaughter, looking at a very minor abrasion on Toni's knee. 

"Gentlemen, please take Miss Constanceson to first aid and I will look after her injury," the doctor continued. 

Toni protested that she was fine and the injury was minor, but by the time she could get to her feet a self propelled wheelchair had arrived and she felt herself being placed into the device and strapped in securely.

Protesting vainly, Toni was pushed through the Security Center's only entrance to the mall proper. Dr. Jennifersdaughter hand had been on Toni's shoulder all through the trip to first aid and the doctor's grip intensified once they were through the doorway. 

"Toni, what are you doing here," asked Dr. Jennifersdaughter? 

"Shopping, doctor," answered Toni as forthrightly as she could. 

"Shopping, my ass," thought the doctor. 

Looking at the senior security guard, Dr. Jennifersdaughter ordered him to get the watch captain to first aid, pronto. Calmly treating Toni's minor abrasion while waiting for the watch commander, Dr. Jennifersdaughter again asked Toni what she was doing at the mall. 

"Peter and I have a small personal anniversary coming up and we exchange tacky gifts and I had heard that 'The Old City Mall' had stores with a notable lack of taste," Toni implored. 

"Well, you're right about the general status of the mall's displays, I still don't buy your reason for being here," replied Dr. Jennifersdaughter tersely. 

Gathering her nerves, Toni asked, "Please release me now, I have a luncheon appointment and I don't want to be late." 

"Where are you going to lunch dressed like that," questioned the doctor?

Blushing at the comment, Toni still tried to tough it through. "I having a get together with an old classmate and we decided to keep it casual," responded Toni. 

Dr. Jennifersdaughter snorted, "Are you having lunch on a mattress, dear?" 

The Watch Commander walked into the first aid room just as the doctor made her remark. Dr. Jennifersdaughter looked at the Watch Commander with mild distain and pointed towards Toni
"Commander, this sissy has attempted to evade your officers and is refusing to answer questions about her reasons for being in the mall," stated the doctor, "I think that she should be detained until she decides to co-operate with your personnel." 
The Watch Commander grimaced, "Hard or soft detention, Matron?"  Dr. Jennifersdaughter smiled and said, "Soft to start with, Commander and by the way, this sissy is Toni Constanceson, the legal consort of Peter Constanceson." 

The Watch Commanders eyes widened, "Like in PCI?"  "Yes," replied the doctor, "Like in Peter Constanceson Investigations.  Be very, very careful with this sissy. She has considerable connections."

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Still secured to her wheelchair, Toni was moved from the first aid room
to a bank of  two elevators.
'There ARE elevators in a one story building,' she mused. Toni was startled when she was blindfolded, and pushed into the elevator car. She knew she descending but for only a few seconds and she heard the car door open.
"We're almost home," said the Watch Commander.
Hearing a door unlock, Toni felt herself being rolled through a doorway and knew that she would have to hold out for at least six or seven hours before Peter would realize that she was missing.
Suddenly her wheelchair stopped moving and a rough hand was placed upon her forehead
and her head forced back. A nose ring was positioned on her septum, not penetrating, but secured magnetically. Taut enough that it could not be removed. She felt a slight tug and heard the click as a light chain was attached to a ring. Her blindfold was removed and as she looked at her surroundings, she felt the brush of the nose chain over her bosom. 

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"Home, sweet home, sweetie," said the Watch Commander. "This is one of our guest rooms and you should be quite comfortable here." 

Surveying the 'guest room,' Toni saw that it contained a single twin sized bed, the room lighting was indirect, hence no lamp and nothing to throw. The guard guiding the wheelchair that Toni was confined to loosened the restraining straps and roughly lifted the sissy to her feet. Grabbing Toni's wrists, the Watch Commander wrapped wrist restraints on her and hooked them to her choker. 

"OK Babe, you are to stay here until we can figure out what to do with you." 

He then walked Toni over to the bed and sat her down and he then clipped Toni's nose ring chain to a hook on the wall and he turned to leave.  Toni just glared at the officer and stuck out her tongue at his back as he left.  She got up off of the bed a walked around the room, surveying as much of it as she could being restricted by her six foot leash. She could just reach an attached small bathroom, but other than the nightstand next to the bed, there was no other furniture in the room.

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That afternoon, Mary Ann opened the front door of the apartment and announced, "I'm home," in her cheery voice. 

Pamela rushed to the front room and asked," Has Toni contacted you?" 

Pausing and perplexed, Mary Ann answered, "Why no, should she have?" 

Pamela continued, "Toni left for the Old City Mall around nine this morning and hasn't returned yet." 

With concern rising in her voice, Mary Ann replied, "That's not like her. She like's to shop, especially in new places, but she always calls if she is going to be late. She's very jealous and is always afraid that she will miss an opportunity to get her pathetic little pecker pulled if she's gone too long," sneered Mary Ann. 

Pacing around the large living room, Pamela suddenly sat down on the sofa, her short flimsy skirt flying out of control. 

Mary Ann smirked as the older sissy indecorously displayed her panties and asked Pamela, "What was Toni doing at that low rent mall?" 

"Snooping for those Army CID soldiers," answered Pamela, "just snooping." 

Becoming concerned, Mary Ann asked, "Where's Peter?" 

Adjusting her skirt to cover her thighs halfway to her knees, Pamela responded, "He was going to meet with that CID sergeant, but that was late this morning." I'm going to call him, now."

Peter felt his communicator vibrate in his shirt pocket and asked the customer he was meeting to excuse him so that he could take the call.  The elderly Matron whose home compound he was hoping to add to his growing residential security empire nodded and with a dismissing hand allowed Peter to answer the call.

A very pretty young man entered the Matron's office and motioned for Peter to follow him to an area where he could take the call in relative privacy. Peter followed the youth, secretly admiring the round derriere concealed in the boy's tight shorts. Peter was not especially attracted to what was becoming a common sight in the households of wealthier matrons of pretty boys in male clothing and wearing make-up and jewelry.  He had no doubt the boy was also wearing a penis restraint to accompany the tongue stud he sported. 

Despite the apparent privacy of the formal garden, Peter decided to keep the call short and oblique.

"Pamela, what's going on," asked Peter into the communicator set in voice only mode.

"Peety, Toni hasn't returned from the mall yet, and we're worried," answered the older sissy.

"I'll be their shortly," answered Peter. Peter then returned to his sales call with his potential customer.

A half an hour later, Peter was calling Sergeant Corrineson on his secure line and related the information about Toni's apparent disappearance.

"Get the detective kid on this, right away," said Corrineson. "He's been in the mall before and could do a quick snoop without raising undue interest.  I doubt if he will find anything, but you never know."

Peter paused and asked, "How about using the mechanical snoop?"

Corrineson chuckled, "Our 'feathered' friend has been perched all day, observing. Nothing yet, I expect that anything we get out of that spot will be late evening, at the earliest." 

Peter then called Detective Meganson and Pat agreed to case the mall immediately. Peter followed that call with another to his Uncle Mike.

"Toni's missing? At the mall, I'll get our team going on a standard missing persons in the morning. I don't want to start any earlier to avoid undue suspicion," stated Mike. 
Peter was hoping that Mike would overrun the mall with detectives, but he knew that Toni's situation had already elevated the sensitivity of the investigation. 

Mike continued,  "Stay away from the mall. That's goes double for the sissies. Toni was spotted by someone who knew her and they would very likely know Mary Ann for sure and endangering Pamela is out of the question. I will send Pat to look around, he
 won't elevate any undue suspicion, I hope." 

Peter nodded into the communicator in agreement and said, "It's your call for now, Mike. Please keep in touch."

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Toni was huddled under the thin blanket on the bed, shivering in her near nakedness and in fear. She knew that the mere fact that these people would snatch her in broad daylight in the mall, knowing full well who she was and knowing her consort's connections caused a wave of dread to rise throughout Toni's thin frame.
Doctors Jennifersdaughter and Mildredsdaughter were in a well appointed office just down the hall from Toni's holding room and were in a quiet, but heated discussion about what to do with Toni. 

"We cannot just make this sissy disappear," exclaimed Dr. Mildredsdaughter. "She is far too well connected and her connections are not part of our enterprise," she added. 

"Well the shit's hit the fan already," responded Dr. Jennifersdaughter.  "The question now is how do we compromise her and still satisfy the Constancedaughter clan?" 

The security Watch Commander had been standing silently by the door when he discreetly cleared his throat.
"Is there something that you would like to add, Watch Commander," asked Abigail Jennifersdaughter?
"Ma'am, if I may be so bold, I would like to suggest that we detain the sissy for a short time under the guise of suspected shoplifting. We can call the Omaha Police Department and make the complaint. They will then take her into custody and we will in due time admit to an error and drop charges, stated the Watch Commander quietly. He continued, "She has basically
 seen nothing."
Dr. Mildredsdaughter looked at the watch commander thoughtfully and asked, "How do we explain the presence of two of Omaha's more notable medical doctors during your arrest?" 
The Watch Commander smiled and replied, "You both were retained by the mall's management agency to conduct first aid training to the malls security staff."
Dr. Jennifersdaughter snorted and with a small chuckle commented, "Very thin, but doable. Good job, Bert. We will follow your advice, call OPD immediately and get that sissy out of the building."
"Yes ma'am," answered the watch commander with a thin smile.

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Mike called Peter and advised him that Toni had been arrested as a suspected shoplifter and was now being transported to the cities Safety Building.
"Shoplifting," roared Peter, "that's ludicrous." 

"I know," replied Mike, "and there is one more hitch. I cannot release
her before she faces a municipal magistrate and that won't happen until
nine AM tomorrow."
Peter paused, regaining control of his temper and asked, "Mike, can you at least see to it that she will be made as comfortable as possible?"
"You know I will," replied Mike. "I will have one of our sissy officers keep her company and will have a decent meal brought in.  But, one more thing, she can't communicate with anyone outside of the OPD because she hasn't been charged with anything yet.  The mall's lawyers and security people are bringing the formal charges in tomorrow morning and we are required to hold her under suspicion.  All we are compelled to do is notify kin of her whereabouts and when the hearing will be."
Peter digested Mike's dilemma and asked, "Will I need an attorney for the hearing?"
"No, but bring one anyway" replied Mike. "What you will need is sufficient funds to post bail at the hearing. The magistrate will enter an automatic not guilty plea and the case will then be referred to the District Attorney and to OPD for further investigation."
"Thanks, Mike," muttered Peter, "I owe you."
"Don't worry about it, Pete. We will look after Toni very carefully and she'll be home before lunch tomorrow," replied Mike.
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Toni started as the door to her cell was opened and Watch Commander Bert strolled in. Closing the door behind him, he announced, "OK toot's, we are having you arrested for suspected shoplifting. The Omaha Police will be here shortly to take you into custody."
Relief washed over Toni at the news. The watch commander then tossed her handbag onto the bed. I checked out the contents of your handbag and you are a well prepared sissy. Fresh panties make up and sanitary napkins along with the rest of the mish mash of items I would expect in the handbag of a proper sissy. Now sit still and I will release your restraints, or almost all of them," he chuckled.
Bert proceeded to remove the nose clip and removed the wrist restraints. He then stood back and watched as the Toni inspected the contents of her purse. She was forced to go barefoot as her heels were damaged in her attempted escape. After Toni had a couple of minutes in front of the mirror working on her make up, Bert escorted her to the elevator and up to the main floor and the waiting police officers. Toni was relieved to be getting out of the clutches of the mall's security and as the elevator car rose, she noticed the car's information bar, B-3-2-1-L. 'That's odd,' she thought.
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"Toni's in jail!!?" exclaimed the incredulous Mary Ann.
"At least she's safe," added Pamela looking at the very concerned Mary Ann.
Peter stood up from the sofa and started to pace the living room, "Yes, she's safe.  Mike is looking after her. Look girls, we don't really know a thing at this point.  I can't get Toni released until tomorrow morning and until we talk with her we are totally in the dark about what happened. I do know that she is being charged with shoplifting."
Mary Ann burst out laughing, "At Old City Mall? They are more likely on the look out for people using it as an unauthorized dump.
Pamela walked into the kitchen and poured herself an iced tea, "She must be so frightened," she whispered about Toni. "Oh, Peter you mustn't let the anything happen to her. I feel so guilty about getting all of you involved in this mess." 
Peter walked up behind Pamela and put his hands on her thin shoulders, "Sweetie, the fact that whoever snatched her, decided that she was too hot to hold onto and decided to get rid of her with this bogus shoplifting charge before a major police search proceeded at the Old
Town Mall.  Something is going on there and I am more determined than ever to find out what."
Peter then placed a long kiss in the nape of Pamela's neck and announced, "Ladies, I must meet with Sergeant Corinneson tonight to discuss Toni and look at the first surveillance vids from the snoop at the mall. I will be late, so you will have to entertain yourselves
tonight." 

Giving each startled sissy a quick kiss, Peter turned and left for the reserve center.
Mike called Pamela, filling her in on Toni's situation and said that it would be more appropriate for them move into his new apartment after Toni was released.
Entering Corrineson's office without knocking, Peter announced, "How's it going Sarge?" "About time you showed up Pete, what's this I hear about your sissy Toni?"
Displaying no surprise, Peter wondered, 'How did he know?' Grinning, Peter replied, "She was detained by that mall's security and turned over to OPD on a bogus shoplifting charge. They apparently knew who she was, but decided that she was too hot to keep." 

A grim faced Corrineson looked at Peter and asked, "I'll need to talk to Toni as soon as she is available.  I want to know how and who spotted her."
Peter replied, "Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow and if you like, I will invite my uncle Mike. He may be able to give you some insight into OPD's role in this matter." 

Corrineson nodded and looked at Peter, "Can you set an extra plate for Sergeant Elizabethton?  He'll be very interested in this matter." 

"Yes sir," replied Peter. "I stopped by to check if anything showed up for our 'snoop'.
"Not yet," replied Corrineson, "but it's very early in the game. We do know that there is nothing of interest on the roof top, except for an exceptional amount of air handling equipment and the structure that appears to be an elevator penthouse."
Throwing a half salute at Sergeant Corrineson, Peter left the CID man's office and headed home.
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Toni was sitting morosely in her cell when a tall sissy came by and a jailer opened the cell door. "Hi Toni, I'm Nancy and I've brought you a few things." Nancy dug into her large shoulder bag and retrieved several clothing items and toiletries.
"Every girl needs to look her best when she's arraigned," remarked Nancy casually. "I bet that you could use a shower and decent meal. The showers down the corridor and the meals on its way."
Nancy followed Toni down the hallway to the shower room, apologizing along the way, "I'm sorry girl, but I am ordered to keep you under observation, even while you shower. But, there are no cameras in the shower and I have brought a couple of things that are expressly
forbidden in the jails shower room." 

Nancy then extracted from voluminous hand bag every sissy's favorite, the penis shaped soap on a rope. "I would guess that you are somewhat stressed and with no hope of getting any tonight, I thought that a little friend would be welcome," she murmured. 

Toni blushed and whispered, "Are you going to watch?" 

"If you like," snickered Nancy, "But I would guess that you would prefer to do your 'sanitary' routines privately."
Never one to pass on an interesting 'milking,' Toni replied, "You do me and I'll do you?" Nancy smiled and started to strip.
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Peter answered his holo phone and wasn't surprised that it was his mother, Carol Constancedaughter. "Hi, Mom, what's up?" asked Peter as casually as he could.
The measured contralto replied, "I have it on good authority that Toni was arrested, for shoplifting of all things. Will you be so good as to tell me what's going on?" 

Peter sighed, "I don't know much myself, mother. I have not been able to speak with her directly and won't until the arraignment tomorrow morning."
Carol Constancedaughter rose to her full self righteousness and continued, "I will not have criminal elements as part of this family.  Also, I do not like being informed of such incidents by family physicians, especially socially conspicuous physicians."
This perked Peter's interest, "Who exactly informed you of Toni's predicament?"
The very annoyed voice of his mother replied, "Abigail, you know Dr. Jennifersdaughter. She called me this morning and said that she had treated Toni for a minor abrasion. Self inflicted, I might add, while she was attempting to evade mall security. And speaking of mall security, what was Toni doing at that low rent Old City Mall?"
Peter accelerated into full falsehood mode and replied, "Toni and I have a silly personal anniversary coming up and we usually exchange small gifts, the tackier the better. It's a contest sort of, of who can find the worst gift. I gather that she thought that the Old City Mall would be the kind of place that might harbor such items."
Interrupting his answer, Carol continued, "Abigail tells me that Toni was very suggestively dressed for shopping. Is that her normal habit?" 
Peter nearly choked, "Err, no mother it isn't, but Toni has a tendency to be theatrical. I would guess that she dressed in a manner that she perceived would allow her to blend in with the regular mall customers."
Carol paused and added, "I intend to be at this 'arraignment' tomorrow and see things for myself. By the way, what time is it scheduled for?" 
Trying to sound deflated, "I believe it is at 9:00 AM, mother. And please don't bite the magistrate."
Carol countered with a motherly snarl, "Don't get cute with me buster.  You're still my little boy and you will still fit over my knee." As always, with the final word, Carol broke the connection.
'Damn,' thought Peter, 'all we need is my mother mucking about in this investigation. The CID boy's will not be pleased.'
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Peter appeared at the Douglas County Courthouse at 8:30 AM with his attorney, Nathan Roseson in tow. "I really don't need to be here, Pete," said Nathan. "This is a formality and all you will need to do is to post Toni's bail."
Peter kept walking down the marble corridor and said softly,  "Nathan, I need you to look for anything suspicious from the other side, anything that might appear even slightly odd to you as far the mall's lawyers are concerned."
Mildly concerned about his client's demeanor, Nathan asked, "What are you looking for? This appears to be a straight forward misdemeanor charge, what could be suspicious?"
Peter turned and looked at his friend and legal representative, "They held her for nearly six hours before notifying OPD, why? That's what suspicious." 

Nearing the courtroom entrance, Peter saw his mother waiting in the corridor. "Good morning, mother," said Peter. "Are you ready for the dull formalities?"
Turning regally on her faux Italian pumps, Carol Constancedaughter presented a formidable presence in her light grey summer wool suit. The creases in her trousers could cut a steak. "I am not amused at being present for a hearing where a family member is being criminally charged," snapped the clearly agitated matron. "I want to talk with both you and Toni after the arraignment and good morning to you, Mr. Roseson." Nathan Roseson duly bobbed his head in reply and remained silent. With the morning's pleasantries thus exchanged the trio entered the courtroom and sat in the front row reserved for family members.
After a few silent minutes, the bailiff appeared and ordered the gathered parties to rise for the magistrate's entrance. The magistrate ordered the bailiff to present the mornings miscreants in front of her. 
After the court's audience was seated Magistrate Margot Susansdaughter caught the eye of Carol and nodded to her. All in the courtroom turned as the first defendant was presented. Toni was dressed in a bright white linen mini-dress with broad black horizontal stripes. White pumps and nude hose completed her outfit. A gold chain necklace was draped
over her white choker and accompanied by simple gold hoop earrings.
'That's new,' thought Peter. 'How much will the bill be for this entrance?'
Carol eyed the tall sissy with much repressed lust, 'Lucky for you girl, that Peter is your consort. I would love to stretch your love hole.' Magistrate Margot was thinking the exact same thoughts as Carol.
The bailiff read the charges against Toni and the Magistrate nodded to the District Attorneys representative to proceed.  After several minutes of dithering, the Magistrate ordered Toni to approach the bench and set bail at two hundred dollars and a trial date three months hence. The bailiff then motioned to Peter and then Peter presented his credit card and bail was made.  Grabbing her large new white leather handbag, Toni rushed into Peter's arms and smothered him with kisses.
'What a waste of a fine sissy,' thought Margot Susansdaughter, 'On a male of all things, what a waste.'
Carol interrupted the courtroom reunion and told both Peter and Toni, "I will see both of you across the street at Maxine's and you, my boy are buying.
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Entering Maxine's Courtside Restaurant arm in arm, Peter and Toni strode confidently towards Carol's table. "Sit," ordered the disturbed matron.
Looking at Toni, Carol asked, "Did you steal anything in that horrid mall?"
"Absolutely not Mother Carol, I was having coffee at the malls courtside bistro when I was grabbed by mall security, restrained and hustled off to their hideous security center."
Stone faced, Carol continued, "I have it on good authority that you attempted to evade the mall's security personnel."
"Yes ma'am," replied Toni, "I saw these two very scary mall security types approaching and thought that it was a good time to leave. I broke a heel and feel to the floor. I scraped my knee and the thugs bundled me into a wheelchair and took me into the mall's security office.
That's where Dr. Jennifersdaughter treated my scrape. I didn't know that I was being charged with shoplifting until they turned me over to the police. It was very strange, they never questioned me and it seemed like they were glad to be rid of me."
Carol's hard stare relaxed, "I believe you girl. The whole hearing this morning was weird. There was no mention of items supposedly taken and no objection to bail amounts or anything else. What's going on?" 
"An error, mother," replied Peter, "The mall's security got the wrong sissy. I have been told that a sissy, vaguely matching Toni's description was being looked for as a possible shoplifter and Toni's panic and her misguided attempted evasion were the key elements in her be held and charged."
Carol Constancedaughter eyed her son and said, "Very smooth, Mr. Constanceson. We will have a gala family dinner upon the dismissal of charges against Toni. Of course, you will host and pay for the event."
'We had better get Toni off,' thought Peter as he watched his mother, the epitome of the modern matron leave the restaurant.
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That night, Peter had Pamela and Mary Ann sleep in Pamela's bedroom; he wanted to spend the evening alone with Toni. Fore mostly, to reassure the stressed sissy that she was not to blame for her misadventure and secondly to question her discreetly about her short incarceration. When Pamela and Mary Ann were ready for bed, Peter shackled both sissies with their wrist restraints and removed their penis tubes. Peter smiled at the two excited girls with their miniscule erections defying the world and slid the standard sissy condoms over their rigid members.
"On your knee's, please," ordered Peter.
He then slid the vibrating butt plugs home and the girls were ready for action. It would be protected oral sex only, for them. "Enjoy," said Peter as he closed the bedroom door,
picturing the lip locks already engaged upon the thrusting members.
Peter returned to the master bedroom and found Toni on her knees on the bed in her chemise with her wrist restraints in hand and breathing fairly heavily. Peter started to undress slowly and watch Toni watch him, her eyes glued to his crotch knowing that his cock was the key to her relief. Naked, Peter placed his knees upon the bed and Toni dived
for his cock and engulfed it, working her tongue stud for all it was worth.  After a very few minutes, Peter withdrew from Toni's mouth and arranged her wrist restraints. Turning the very excited sissy over onto her knees, Peter inserted a vibrating butt plug into her pulsating anus and sat back watching the girl air fuck in response to the vibrations.
Kissing Toni gently, Peter turned the girl over onto her back and slid her body to the edge of the bed so that her head was unsupported and hung downward over the edge of the mattress. Once Toni was positioned properly, Peter slid his now very interested cock into the sissy's awaiting mouth. Slowly fucking Toni's mouth, Peter removed his electronic 'key' on the chain from around his neck and depressing it's activation button watched as the rigid 'plasteel' apparatus imprisoning Toni's genitals, relaxed. Slowly working the now limp tubing and fastening materials away from Toni's cock and balls, Peter bent over and took Toni's small penis into his mouth. 

Toni was going mad, the vibrating butt plug was a model that was articulated and the tip rotated around her rectum clockwise ten rotations and then rotated counterclockwise ten rotations and then....rotated opposite directions every rotation. She was thrusting wildly into Peter's mouth when he suddenly relinquished his hold on her cock. His cock was still sliding rhythmically into her mouth while he placed a sissy condom over her excited member. 
"Are you ready to go," asked Peter? He felt the nod from Toni on his penis and he gave the sissy's cockette a few gentle tugs and it erupted into the condom. "Very good, sweetheart, it appears that you have been neglected. I think a really good fucking is in order for a sissy as
ignored as you." Peter felt the gentle nod on his cock again.
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Toni was snoring quietly as Peter slid out of bed. He had brought the distraught sissy to five orgasms and she was a very tuckered out panty boy. Going into the large bathroom, Peter opened the medicine cabinet and started rummaging around in his antique nylon shaving kit. The military encouraged shaving of facial hair even though excellent depilatory creams were available. There was something about the troopers standing in the communal washroom with old fashioned shaving cream on their faces and scraping their faces clean of whiskers with light steel blades that appealed to the general perception of manliness that the military liked to instill in their minions.
Finding a small canister, Peter quietly returned to the bedroom and holding his breath gave a quick spray of the contents into Toni's face. Peter had sprayed Toni with a very secret
military sleep gas. It dispersed in seconds, but rendered the target unconscious for several minutes with no after effects. While Toni was comatose, Peter released her wrists from her collar and replaced her penis restraint. Peter then went to the other bedroom and repeated the process with Pamela and Mary Ann.
He smiled knowing that they would wonder how their hands became free, penises confined and their butt plugs placed neatly on a polished silver tray.  Chuckling softly, he  imagined their morning group shower with their soapy fingers up each others butts, getting that sissy sexual urge abetted for a few minutes.
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Pamela was excited about the dinner that evening; she was looking forward to the conversation with Sergeants Elizabethton and Connineson.  The dinner went well with both men especially interested in Toni's description of the holding cell. 

"You said that this security chief described it as a training room," pressed the Sergeant. 

"Yes sir," replied Toni, "but he didn't elaborate."
Turning to Pamela, Sergeant Elizabethton continued, "Miss Marlason, you had mentioned that a large amount of excavated material appeared on the billing logs for the road construction project that took place in the vicinity of the mall?"
Rubbing his chin between his index and forefingers, Sergeant Elizabethton requested that Pamela review her billing records and get a total of the volume of the excavated materials that were removed during the street reconstruction project. "We may be able to determine the approximate size of the subterranean area below the mall. We will need to know how many floors this mysterious elevator system services."
"Toni said that there were four sub-levels," blurted Pamela. All eyes turned to Toni. 

"I saw the control panel of the elevator when the police arrested me," said a very defensive Toni.

Just as Sergeant Elizabethton was rising from the dinner table, a soft chime sounded in his pocket. He retrieved the device from his pocket and activated it. Scanning the text that appeared upon its small screen, he paused. "You all may be interested in this. It appears that
our feathered snoop observed something very interesting last evening."

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Placing the device in the middle of the dining table, a greenish two dimensional image appeared. It was a 'Robo-Truck,' an unmanned commercial vehicle licensed only to travel on electronically gridded highways. It had pulled onto the large concrete area that Detective
Meganson has been so interested in. The concrete apron that the truck was parked on started to descend and quickly disappeared into the Omaha soil. Less than thirty seconds later, the unoccupied concrete apron reappeared and the truck was nowhere in sight.
"Wow," muttered Pamela. "I've never seen anything like that before."
"I have," stated Sergeant Elizabethton, "we have several sites around the world with this very same capability. I was, however, under the impression that the very high speed technology just demonstrated was highly classified." 

Sergeant Corinnneson was succinct in his observation, "At least we know the reason for the elevator."
Elizibethson looked at Corrineson and added, "Sergeant, check out the company that the truck was apparently licensed to, 'Denver Intermountain Express'.  Apparently, we have a very private loading dock in this paricular mall."
Peter looked at Elizabethson and urged, "Sarge, we need to notify OPD, in particular Col. Winnifredson about this. I feel that they may be able to bring resources to bear that CID would find 'uncomfortable'
Pausing, Elizabethton stared at Peter, "Do it, but keep them at arm's length Constanceson." 
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The next morning, Pamela was huddling with Mike at his office. She had brought along a copy of the chip that Sergeant Elizabethton had shown her the previous evening. Playing the chip in Mike's office holo projector, the two dimensional greenish image displayed on only one side of the cube. 
"So that's the secret of Pat's concrete slab. Very slick," muttered Mike.
Pamela added, "And according to Sergeant Elizabethson, the technology making that happen may be very secret."
"How did they get the images?" asked Mike.
Pamela stood erect and looked Mike in eyes and said, "They wouldn't tell me so you must assume that the CID has the building under close surveillance. And, that they will share only what information they get with us on what they determine is a need to know basis." 

"Having the CID so involved makes me very nervous," said Mike. "Has Peter made any comment about their involvement?"
Wincing, as she sipped her foul coffee, Pamela replied, "I think that the CID made a very large impression upon both Pater and Detective Pat.  They were both very attentive and very respectful of Sergeant Elizabethson." 

"Yeah," muttered Mike, "I have it on fairly good authority that this Sergeant Elizabethson is actually a full 'chicken' Colonel. This would make him a very large turd in the CID toilet."
Pamela mused, "I must admit that the military certainly has an exceptionally earthy vocabulary to describe their comrades in different branches."
Mike stood and walked over to grimy window behind his desk. "We are going to have a meeting of our special investigation squad this afternoon. Pam can I show the detectives this surveillance chip?" 
The sissy shrugged, "I don't see why not, but I have a feeling that Pat has been compromised, so sweetheart, be careful."
Mike smiled slightly at the endearment.
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At 2:00 PM that afternoon, the special investigative team that Mike had organized met in his office.
"OK, listen up. Special Agent Marlason has delivered to me a surveillance chip of the Old Towne Mall that was taken by the Army's CID detail here in Omaha. Detective Meganson has seen this chip and will describe what the images show.
Detective, please enlighten us," said Mike.
Pat Meganson stood and clicked on the holo display and greenish two dimensional images flickered to life.
"First of all, I have lay some ground rules concerning the images that we are going to see," stated Pat. "The technology used is highly classified, very highly classified.  I personally delivered the surveillance equipment to the Old Towne Mall and that is all that I can say about the equipment, nothing more.  Also, be aware that this investigation needs to proceed with extreme caution.  I know for a fact that the very highest members of the Army and the Navy know of this investigation and are extremely interested in our results."
'Or lack of results,' thought Mike.  'And your right Pam, the boy has been compromised.'
Pat began his description of the images as they appeared on the screen.  "This is the strange concrete slab that I mentioned in my building perimeter report.  The 'robo-truck' now jumping the curb and going onto the slab is from a firm called Denver Intermountain Express.
Intermountain is a legitimate firm that engages in regional interstate commerce. I am checking into the exact origin of this shipment. The shipping documents posted with the Nebraska Department of Transportation indicate that Denver was the point of origin, a fact that I don't believe."
Winston Rhondason looked away from the screen and at Pat and asked, "What don't you believe detective?"
"The travel time, Winston," replied Pat. On the date that this was recorded, NASA Global Positioning Service commercial usage records indicated that this vehicle USDOT ICRT24975 was on the road three hours longer than the proscribed GPS travel time from Denver to Omaha."
Byron Dortheason, emitted a low whistle, "NASA does not like automated equipment making unauthorized stops or detours."
"Your right about that Byron," chimed Mike. "It makes them look sloppy." Looking at Pamela, Mike added, "NASA maintains the GPS net that guides all robotic over the road vehicles in North America.  They must follow a very few proscribed routes and barring mechanical failure, arrive at their destinations within ten minutes of their estimated travel times.  NASA would get very upset with a three hour gap."
Mike looked at Pat and asked, "Do you think that NASA was hoodwinked somehow?"
"No," replied Pat. "I think that the shipping documents are phony. My next task is research all NASA proscribed robotic routes leading to Omaha and try and find a location that would fit our three hour time differential." 

Byron asked Pat, "Easy or hard to do?"
With a tight smile, Pat answered, "It could be fairly easy, but it also could lead to a lot of locations to check out."
Mike stood and motioned to Pat, "Why don't you get started on that job now, detective. The rest of us are going have to figure out to snoop on a target being snooped on by experts."
When the door had closed behind Pat, Mike looked at the rest of the team and speculated, "We know that Detective Marlason has been compromised by the CID, however he can still remain an important member our team as he just demonstrated with this travel time business."
Byron, Winston and Pamela nodded in agreement.
Continuing, Mike added, "I have a hunch that the CID surveillance gizmo is focused in upon a very tight target area. I have no idea how mobile it might be or what it may look like or how it transmits it data. Let's start thinking about approaching the mall in all manners except through that elevator concrete slab thing."
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"Sewers," blurted Winston.
"Yes, sewers," joined Byron.
Pamela looked confused and retreated to her sissy habit rocking on her bu
ttocks and moving her enabler around the walls of its anal canal home.
"Video?' asked Mike.
"That's my first move," replied Byron. 

"OK," said Mike. "You and Winston get started and you'll have to work from the street parallel to the west side of the building."
As they rose, Byron shot a soft jab into Winston's shoulder. Pamela looked at Mike with a questioning frown, "What are you all talking about?" she asked.
Mike smiled and chucked the sissy softly under her chin, "They are going to get together with the OPD's surveillance boys and run a camera through the muck coming out the malls sewers. If they find something interesting, they will include a very sensitive microphone with the camera unit."
"Is that legal?" asked Pamela.
Mike smiled a deep, satisfied smile, "Probably not, but we'll worry about that after we find something. Also, we will have a much better the general layout of the mysterious basement, or if there is anything mysterious about it at all."
Putting his arm around Pamela waist and gently hugging her close, "Let's go see the apartment and then have a drink." Melting into Mike's grasp, Pamela kissed him on his cheek and nodded. 
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Pamela looked across the small cafe table at Mike and said, "The apartment will do fine. I do insist in paying for half of the rent, I am on State expenses after all."
"That's fine by me, after all, we to furnish the place," replied Mike  "And I don't own a stick of furniture, not even a clothes hanger."
Pamela smiled an exaggerated weary smile and said, "We'll, detective, I  guess we have our evening planned. Come on over to Peter's and we'll net shop. We should be able to almost everything ordered this evening and delivered within a couple of days, unless your tastes are far more exotic than I can imagine. With a plan decided upon, the couple finished their drinks and left for Peter's den of iniquity.
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Toni was on the patio balcony enjoying the warm evening when Mike and Pamela arrived at the apartment.
"Mike what a pleasant surprise," gushed Toni. Pamela was drawn into Toni's embrace and rewarded with a wet kiss full on her lips.
'Sissies,' thought Mike, shaking his head. "I just wanted to get Mike's jealousy juices going," smirked Toni.
"Do you guys want a drink?" asked Toni.
Mike looked at Toni and replied, "I would like a 'Turkey' with a splash, on the rocks and a kiss from my nosiest niece." 

"I'll have Chablis, if you don't mind," added Pamela.
While the two sissies were in the bar preparing the drinks, Mary Ann came in the front door. "Uncle Mike," the pretty sissy squealed as she rushed to hug the policeman. "What are you doing here?"
Mike was busily trying to calm a pending erection as Mary Ann unwound her embrace. Mike coughed, "Pamela and I are moving in together into an apartment and we hoped to use the household's PC to order furniture and the like for the apartment."
Mary Ann squealed, "I love shopping for furniture. Toni bring Pammy into the study, we have some furniture to buy." 
The three sissies huddled in the study next to the PC. Pamela withdrew the apartment's data chip from her purse and handed it to Toni. Inserting the chip into the holo receptacle, the PC was automatically activated.  A holographic rendition of the apartment with all measurements was instantly laid out on the desk. Mary Ann scrolled down the computers program display and inserted her index finger into the holographic listing and several furniture stores came up on a list. 

"We must start with a bed," intoned Mary Ann solemnly. Toni giggled and
Pamela blushed at Mary Ann's suggestion. 

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Mike attempted to enter the study but Toni grabbed him by the arm and pushed him back into the living room.
"Go get a drink in the bar and wait for Peety to get home, you will not be of any help in here," she urged.
Meanwhile, Mary Ann had brought up a series holographic bed images, with linen and covers of course and she deftly moved the stores catalogue image and placed it in the apartment's bedroom image.  Meanwhile, Toni had followed Mike into bar and retrieved a bottle Chablis and three glasses. Mike had never bought a stick of furniture in his life. He knew that furniture could be expensive; he really had no idea of how expensive it could be.
Peter arrived at home about an hour the sissies had begun to reduce Mike to pauperism. "Mike, old man, what brings you over?"
Mike looked at Peter morosely, "I believe that your sissies and Pamela are spending my entire net worth at this very minute."
Peter looked questionably at Mike and said, "Oh, how so?"
Mike then began the tale of him and Pamela and the apartment. Peter looked at Mike again and asked, "Are you drinking doubles?
Mike nodded yes. "That may not be strong enough," added Peter
Toni re-entered the bar, bringing the empty wine bottle and glasses with her. "Mike, we have you furnished, top to bottom, including linens, dishes and flatware for less than twenty thousand, how about that?"
Mike went ashen while Peter contained a chortle.
Toni grabbed Mike' hand and gushed, "Come and see what you have bought, you'll love it."
In a state of trance, Mike allowed Toni to pull him down the hallway to the study and his financial mud wallow.
Pamela rushed to Mike and hugged him, "Come and see what we've done, sweetheart. If it's alright with you, just tell the computer your bank code and it will all be delivered tomorrow."
Peter was standing behind Mike and whispered, "Playing house can be expensive, old man." Mike merely nodded and spoke his bank account code into the computers audio receptacle and his fate was sealed.
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The next morning, Mike was huddling with Winston and Byron in his office. "Where's the sissy?" asked Byron.
Mike flushed slightly and replied, "She's at her new apartment waiting for furniture and other stuff to be delivered. She won't be available today and most likely tomorrow either."
Winston leaned over to Mike and whispered into his ear, "Is it going to be worth it, chief?"
'I don't know Winnie, I just don't know,' thought Mike.
"What have you guys got for me?" asked Mike gruffly.
Byron answered quickly, "We have the OPD surveillance squad organizing themselves as a DPW (Department of Public Works) sewer inspection team.  They are going to set up on the west side and feign a video sewer inspection project. They tell me that they have equipment that can maneuver at least a thousand feet through sewer lines, including traps."
'Excellent,' thought Mike. "Have they concocted a good enough cover story to keep the real DPW guy's from interfering?"
"Yeah," replied Winston. "We told the Director of the department that we are looking for body parts that may have been flushed into the system by a serial killer." 

Myron laughed, "It appears that our erstwhile colleagues' in the DPW are
not keen about looking for miscellaneous fingers and toes in their sewer
lines."
Mike nodded and asked, "How soon will you be able to start?
Winston spoke up, "Tomorrow. The team is painting their truck to resemble a subcontractor's work vehicle. That way, if anybody from mall security shines around and starts to ask questions, the guys can claim that they are performing inspection activities for the DPW while not having to name names and such."
Mike nodded, "Good."
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Pat Meganson had easily narrowed down the possible points of departure for the robo-truck that matched his timeline. The most intriguing was Colorado Springs. 'What's at Colorado Springs that is so important that a trucking firm would falsify trip logs of a robo-truck?' wondered Pat.  'Fort Carson? The Air Force Academy? That would explain the Pentagon's interest in this matter.' Pat sat for a long time in front of his computer trying to figure out how to dictate his report for Mike. He finally decided that what the Navy doesn't know about his report to Mike won't hurt it and he gave a full description of his suspicions and reasoning in his report to Mike.
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Mike returned to his new apartment for the first time since he had signed the rental agreement. He found the place quiet upon entering the front door. The front room was completely furnished and draperies hanging and he continued onward towards the kitchen, likewise fully functional. Checking into the smaller of the two bedrooms, it was shipshape. Mike quietly opened the door to the master bedroom and found Pamela asleep on the bed.
Backing out of the bedroom without rousing the sissy, Mike went back to the kitchen and open the refrigerator and saw that a few bottles of his favorite Canadian beer were present and chilled, but little of anything that resembled food was evident.
Opening a beer, Mike concluded that eating out was on the menu for this evening, at least. Standing in front of the large window in the living room, Mike surveyed what he could see of the local neighborhood while sipping his beer. He heard soft footsteps and turned, it was a slightly wrinkled and blurry eyed Pamela as she approached him.
Yawning, Pamela asked Mike, "Well, honey what you think?"
Taking a quick swig of beer from his bottle, Mike replied, "its grand Pam. You can't realize what I am feeling right now. For the first time in my life I'm independent. I am so happy that you are here, otherwise I would be very, very alone."
Nodding, Pamela replied, "That's the very feeling that I had after the courts declared me an 'independent' sissy after Eric died. Except that I was truly alone. It was a very scary time"
Smiling, Mike pulled the sissy close to him. "I'm very happy that you are here to help me, sweetheart." 

Melting into his body Pamela, replied, "There is one thing that will
insist upon tough guy. I will never consort with you. I will live with
you and be your girl, but I will never surrender my restraint key
again."
Looking down into Pamela's defiant eyes, Mike said, "That's fine by me, tough girl. I am tired of the sexual dominance games played the matrons. I think that I will need a tough, independent girl that I can trust to stand with me in the coming months."
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The next morning Pamela awoke to a most unique experience. She was lying next to a male and she had a 'stiffie' that she could fondle and she could 'spoon' with her lover and rub her dick across his leg and massage his much larger organ all the while whispering her sweet
nothings into his ear, "Wake up and fuck me this instant, asshole."
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Byron and Winston were 'enjoying' a cup of the wretched squad room coffee when Mike made his appearance the following morning. Noting Mike's tired smile, Byron asked, "How was the honeymoon?"
Smiling behind his coffee cup, Winston's eyes repeated the question.
'Bachelor cops,' thought Mike. Then he had a sudden revelation,  'Goddamn, we're all bachelor cops. What a fucked up society we live in.'
"Good morning gentlemen," replied Mike. "How is our plumbing inspection going?"
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Setting down his coffee, Winston began, "It is becoming very interesting, boss. It appears that we have at least three sub levels at the mall. The troops are going to place the audio and visual devices this morning and fold their tents." 

Mike nodded, "Very good Winnie, and both of you keep in mind that absolutely nothing about this operation goes beyond the three of us."
The two veteran detectives nodded their agreement.
Sitting down with his coffee, Mike added, "Now, do you think it is possible to infiltrate the hotel in the same way?" 

Byron shrugged, "I would think so, but I'll get a confirmation from the 'plumbers'." 

Winston added, "I do believe that we are shortly going to be in possession of some of the most disgusting intimate holographic images that OPD has ever collected." 

Mike was in the middle of a swallow of coffee and began to laugh and
coffee was forced through his sinuses and out of his nose.
"A very appropriate response," said Byron.
"Get lost, both of you," said Mike in a mock snarl.
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Rachel Alicesdaughter watched from the hallway as Byron and Winston left Mike's office. She correctly assumed that Mike was alone and that now was the time to approach Mike about his coming annulment with her good friend and in-law Carol Constancedaughter. 

Barging into Mike's office, Chief of Detective's Alicesdaughter caught Mike wiping the coffee remnants from his nose.
"Mike," she nearly shouted, "I understand that you and my good friend Carol
Constancedaughter have an appointment with a magistrate at the courthouse this afternoon,"
Momentarily caught off guard, all Mike could do was nod in affirmation. 
"That is correct Chief, Carol and I are parting company. We are presenting a petition for annulment of our legal relationship." 
Slightly flushed, the Chief composed herself, "Is this going to be messy Mike?"
Leaning back in chair, Mike answered, "Not at all Chief, Carol and I have been discussing this for some months now."
"Do the children know about this?" queried Rachel.
Mike nodded, "Yes. Naturally, they are upset, but I hope to retain a relationship with all of them."
Relaxing, Rachel replied, "I believe that you will. I heard about this from Connie and Penny. The sweet dears are very attached to you."
Touched, Mike continued, "My nieces are my treasures. I would not ever do anything that would damage them in any way."
"I have heard that you have moved out of Carol's household. Is that true?" asked Rachel.
Smiling, Mike nodded in affirmation, "Yes Chief, I have moved into an apartment with Pamela Marlason, the sissy from Lincoln." 

Knowingly, Rachel appraised Mike, "You are seeing the magistrate this afternoon and confessing to infidelity?"
Mike nodded again. "Very well done Lieutenant, you get what you want and protect the reputation of a prominent city matron, very well done indeed." 

As Rachel left his office, Mike gave her back the single didget salute.
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Pamela was engaged in a guilt shopping trip. She was buying meaningless knick-knacks, basically talking to herself, trying to justify her one night stand with Peter and her blossoming relationship with Mike. Her imaginary conversation with her lost love Eric was going well, with his reassurance that she should rejoin life and that Mike represented all of
things that he, Eric would have found admirable in men. Returning to their apartment with her sundry items, Pamela mixed a drink and examined her purchases while awaiting Mike's return from work.
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Byron and Winston called Pat into the squad room. They needed to pick his brain about the CID surveillance device.
Byron began, "Pat, we know that you have been somehow compromised by the Pentagon." The burly cop continued, "However, we have also penetrated the mall and have learned
that there are at least four underground levels. What we need to know is the focus of the CID's surveillance?"
Pat didn't hesitate, "The CID's snoop is focused on the elevator slab.  It has excellent mobility, but there is no particular reason for their snoop to relocate to other points of observation."
Byron smiled crookedly, "Now for phase two."
Winston perked up, "Phase two, you have a plan?"
"I always have a plan," replied Byron. "Most of them aren't worth shit, but I always have a plan."
Byron looked at Pat, "I need for you to study up on sewers. The mall's security area is going to have a major malfunction."
Winston and Pat looked at Byron questionly.
"I'm going to have our underground boys install a blockage in the lateral (the line that runs
from a building to the main sewer line in the street).  Our man Patrick is going to represent the Department of Public Works, who is going to inspect the clogged line from inside the building after all commercial efforts have failed," smirked Byron. 

Winston, lost asked," What's going to prevent the mall from hiring a private firm to unclog the line?
Byron puffed up slightly, "That is the genius of my plan. The blockage will be in the street and private firms cannot willy-nilly dig up public thoroughfares without a permit."
"All we want is for our man Pat to have a walk through and run a plumber's snake through a line to the street to confirm that it is a city problem. Taking the mall off of the financial hook for a sewer repair will ingratiate Pat to the locals and we will have a look see at what we are dealing with."
"And the sewer blockage?" asked Winston.
Byron smiled, "That gives us an excuse to have our underground boys hang around for a couple of extra days."
Mike nodded his agreement and the detectives went work on their plan.
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Pamela did not go into her OPD office that morning.  She was sitting alone in the new apartment's kitchenette and reflecting upon her and Mike's escapades of the previous evening.  She had gotten past her guilt feelings about sex without Eric, but felt that Mike was uncomfortable about having sex with a sissy who was totally unrestrained. 

Sitting in office, Mike was also reflecting about the previous evening.  His opinion was being formulating by comparing the bossy and demanding sex with a female to the compliant sex with Pamela.
"Restrained sissies were no where's as interesting bed partner's as Pamela,' he thought.
'She was maneuvering herself into position to try and fuck me,' he remembered. 'I don't think that she has dipped her wick into anything in her life................ Should I let her?' 

Recalling her aggressiveness, Pamela was deeply embarrassed. Her sissy upbringing had not prepared her for her advances towards Mike. 'Oh my God, I was trying to fuck Mike,' she remembered, 'how do I reconcile this with Mike? I need to talk with Toni.' 
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Toni was having coffee and looking at the news on her holo receiver when the device indicated an incoming call.
'Ah, it's Pammy,' she thought, 'What does my favorite lover want?' "Hi, lover," said Toni in answering Pamela's call.
Pamela blew a kiss at Toni's holo image and replied, "Toni, I need to get out and have a girl to girl talk. Are you free for lunch?"
Toni brightened and answered, "I'm always available for you lover. I'll meet you at the kiosks in Heartland Park in an hour. We'll have a coffee and plan the day."
Relieved, Pamela made an exaggerated smooch and said, "Thank you babe.  I'll see you soon."
Toni was fifteen minutes ahead of Pamela and had secured a small table at the very chic cafe at the river's edge. She also had fully engaged the attentions of a very cute young male waiter, who was hovering attentively nearby.
Pamela had decided to dress ten years younger and was wearing a very short denim skirt and a gold camisol along with her big hoop earrings and three inch heels. Toni was entranced at Pamela's entrance, but the cafes patrons and staff were startled by this older sissy's lack of decorum. Toni, in contrast had selected to don a conventional block strap sundress with a modest hemline.
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When Pamela approached Toni's table, the younger sissy rose and engaged Pamela with a serious deep throat kiss, raising the eyebrows of their very correct waiter. 
Removing her tongue from Pamela's mouth, Toni whispered, "I want to fuck you so badly it hurts."
Whispering back, Pamela replied, "I may let you, if you get the proper person's permission."
Her restrained, but agitated penis futilely trying to expand in its plasteel prison, Toni knew who Pamela was referring to.
Waiting for their coffee to appear, Toni playfully asked, "Do you think that I should ask for an annulment to Peter so that we could fuck twenty four hours a day?
Laughing, Pamela replied, "Sweetheart, do you think that two sissies that are hung like chipmunks could live happily ever after a futile attempt to screw each other to death? You know yourself that we need a large cock to massage our hotspot."
Toni, accepting her coffee from the leering waiter, followed, "I could buy a large strap on."
Giggling at the image of Toni screwing her with a strap on, Pamela answered, "I would probably love that, but I do like a good, hot squirt in my bottom, not to mention that manly throb."
Toni brightened, "Pammy, we could become lesbian lovers?"
"And who gets to wear the pants? You don't impress me as a convincing matron," snorted Pamela.
---------------

The conversation had excited both sissies and Pamela leaned back in her
chair after she had deposited a fresh load of sperm in her panty liner. 
'I love being a sissy,' thought Pamela, 'who else could get themselves
'off' while sitting in a restaurant drinking coffee and having a
conversation with a good friend and lover?' 

After ordering, Toni asked, "So, what did you have in mind for our
afternoon's amusement?" 

Pamela smiled a small smile and said, "I would like to see the 'Prairie
Apartments". 

Thoughtfully, Toni appraised Pamela's suggestion, "There are a few shops
in the immediate neighborhood that could act a cover for our snooping
around. It could be fun, let's do it," replied Toni.

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'What are you two doing here?' Detective Winston Rhondason asked
himself. He was watching Toni and Pamela ordering from two tables away
on the small caf� patio service area that had a good view of the Prairie
Apartments main entry. Fortunately for Winston, the two sissies were
engaged in non-stop conversation giving him an opportunity to move to a
less conspicuous locale on the patio. Satisfied that he was reasonably
concealed from discovery by Toni and Pamela, Winston returned to his
main task of observation of the main entry to the Prairie Apartments. 

Taking a small sip of his red wine, Winston resumed his observation.
Winston hated wine, but caf� drinkers did not guzzle scotch whiskey in
the afternoon sun. Winston had his holo cube communicator sitting on
the table in front of him displaying the Omaha Tribune's morning
edition. Also, the communicator's camera function was activated and
targeted at the apartment buildings entrance, its display was in the
left lens of the detective's sunglasses. It was set on ten power
magnification. He watched as a late model Government Motors limousine
rolled into the apartment buildings parking lot. He watched with great
interest as the doorman scrambled to open the door and who should
appear? 'My, my, Doctor Annalisa Michellesdaughter,' thought Winston.
'And, what are doing here? You most detestable bitch.'

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Looking at the figure leaving the limo, Pamela asked Toni, "Do you know
who that is?" 

The waiter hovering nearby stepped to the table and volunteered, "That
is Dr. Michellesdaughter, ladies." 

Pamela looked at Toni and Peter's sissy responded with a nod, "The
same." 

Toni motioned to the waiter. When the man was close, she asked, "Does
the Pioneer Hotel have shops?" 

The waiter nodded and replied, "The entrance on this side is restricted
to members of a private club, or so I believe. The public can access
the small first level mall on the side street to our right." 

Pamela winked at Toni and said, "Let's have one more, sweets and then
we'll do some shopping." The waiter was holding his menu in front of
his trousers, shielding his erection.

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Winston watched as Pamela and Toni made their way across parking lot
towards the sidewalk that led to the Pioneer Hotel. His telescopic
sight was zeroed in on Pamela's hinder, gently swaying on her heels and
on the swish of Toni's dress hem bouncing off of her thighs. 

'Good for you boss, I just wish that there were enough sissies to go
around,' admired Winston. 

In his moment of voyurerism, Winston missed Dr. Michellesdaughter
escorting four young sissies from the restricted entrance to her limo.
Winston resumed his surveillance of the hotel in time to see the good
doctor's limo pull away, down the street. 

'Damn, that didn't take her long, did I miss something?' wondered
Winston. 

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Detective Byron Dortheason was playing a solo game of horseshoe's in the
small park across from the hotel and he did not miss the four sissies
and the doctor's limo.

Dr. Jennifersdaughter was talking gently with the four young sissies
that she had picked up at the hotel. Their contracts had been purchased
by an elderly matron in St. Louis and with their consent; the sissies
were destined to be housemaids for the matron for a period of not less
than five years. 

Dr. Michellesdaughter beamed as she talked quietly with the sissies,
"Only five years girls and you will have your citizenship and you can
troll the very productive waters of America for a horny male." 

The sissies, all in their late teens and early twenties were visibly
excited. First, they were out of the hotel. While they enjoyed the
sex, they knew that their previous position was not the best way to
enter polite twenty third century American society, such as it was.
Secondly, they were also aware that a certain discreet government agency
regularly looked in on households that employed sissy maids and pretty
boys to ascertain that they were not unduly exploited, a term that had
broad meaning. The happy group was on their way to the airport where a
private aircraft would transport the sissies to their destination. 

'I just wish we could handle more than a few hundred a year,' lamented
the doctor. 'There are so many being mutilated before we can reach
them, such a waste.' She was truly affectionate towards her charges,
two very svelte Asians, the doe eyed girl from the Caucasus' and the
delightfully bubble butted sissy from the Congo. 

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Pamela was regretting her choice of footwear. The two hundred yard hike
in four inch heels was an experience that she did not ever plan to
repeat. Entering the hotels public entrance, a small circular bench
beckoned Pamela. 

"I've got to rest, Toni," said Pamela. "My feet are killing me." 

Toni laughed, "I know lover, and heels got me into trouble at 'Old City
Mall'. Look, there's a mall, we'll get you something more sensible.
And, maybe a wrap skirt to make you less obvious."

Toni got the mall's public entrance first, followed by a hobbling
Pamela. The waiter was right, the mall was fairly small, but very
upscale. Toni gasped at the quality of goods that the few stores
offered. 

"Pammy, look a sissy shop and judging by its storefront a very good one
at that," exclaimed Toni. 

Pamela was impressed despite the shouting from her abused feet. The two
sissies went into the boutique and were overwhelmed by the choice and
quality of the goods and fabrics offered. 

"Mary Ann must hear about this," exclaimed Toni.

"You guy's didn't know about this place," questioned Pamela?

"Not an inkling," replied Toni.

Pamela looked about the store and noticed along with the high quality
goods offered, an equal number of very cosmopolitan sissies were in
evidence. 'An unknown store with very high quality goods and very high
quality sissies,' wondered Pamela, 'In Omaha?' 

Toni was already engrossed in the displays of imported lace trimmed
lingerie when Pamela was approached by a rather prim sales sissy. 

"May I help you?" asked the sissy in a rather patronizing voice.

Blushing, Pamela replied, "Yes Miss, I am rather inappropriately dressed
for this afternoon's outing. My companion suggested more practical
shoes and a more presentable outfit. Can you help me?"

The sales girl haughtily replied, "Yes ma'am, I am sure that we can make
you presentable."

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One hour later, the sissies were sitting at a small table in front of a
very chic bistro enjoying a much overpriced glass of wine. Toni had
purchased a sheer nylon nightie for her further adventures with Mary Ann
and Peter, while Pamela was totally refitted in linen shorts, silk top
with flutter sleeves, broad brimmed straw hat and walkers. 

Toni started their conversation. "The young sissies shopping here did
not graduate from any of the local schools. They all speak with accents
and are much more mature in manner and dress than any locals of their
age that I have ever seen."

Pamela nodded. "I noticed that too. I also noticed that besides the
employee's, that there are almost no males in the mall." 

"Your right," exclaimed Toni. The few that I have seen have been
accompanying a sissy shopping and paying the tab."

"And a fair number of Matrons doing exactly the very same thing,"
responded Pamela.

Toni leaned over the table and whispered to Pamela, "Don't look now, but
a couple of Matrons to our left are eyeballing us. Let's drink up and
move out, as we said in the 82nd."

After paying their tab, Pamela and Toni hastily decamped from their
table. Toni whispered to Pamela, "I must ask Mary Ann about this place.
She has never mentioned it in all of our conversations about her
business." 

"Do you think it's possible that she doesn't know about it?" responded
Pamela.

"She's never mentioned it," said Toni again. "But, how does a shop as
chic as this in Omaha remain unknown?"

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Winston almost missed the two sissies as they returned to the cafe.
Pamela's change of costume caused him to overlook the two tall sissies
headed in his direction. Startled at recognizing the pair as they
closed, Winston muttered to himself, "A lesson for you tough guy.
Sissies and matrons are like chameleons. Look at everyone closely,
stupid."

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At the 'Old City Mall,' the police 'plumbers' had placed a 'pig' in the
lateral that served the security offices of the mall. Immediately, all
of the toilet and sinks that were being used began to back up. A 'pig'
was an inflatable cylindrical device that was used to clear large
diameter pipes of debris. 

The security shift supervisor was placing a call to Omaha Plumbing and
Heating, the contractor that installed all of the plumbing and air
handling in the subterranean sections of the security offices. Omaha P
& H said that they would have a repair team there in a matter of
minutes. 

"All of the drains and toilets are plugged?" questioned the repairman
from the plumbers shop. 

The shift supervisor nodded and added, "The damndest thing I've ever
seen. All of a sudden everything backed up."

The plumber looked at his assistant, an apprentice fresh out of the
Navy. "Benny, go get our camera unit, I want to take a look at this
blockage up close."

Turning to the shift supervisor, the plumber added, "This is very
strange. There aren't any trees on the buildings lateral path, so it's
not roots. I want to use the camera to find out what our problem is."

"Do you have any guesses?" asked the supervisor.

Mulling his answer, the plumber threw out, "A soil collapse maybe,
crushing the pipe. I hope not, that means that we would have to get a
permit to dig up city easements, a very large pain in the ass."

The apprentice returned with the camera unit on a small trolley. It was
a cylindrical unit with a small high resolution camera centered and the
camera's lens surrounded by a single element high powered light source. 
The plumber began to play out the camera and its accompanying two
hundred feet of cable down a backed up toilet bowl. Once in the main
discharge pipe, the plumber activated a small holo unit and a three
dimensional display of all that the camera observed sprang up on the
floor next to the toilet.

"Forty five feet," announced the apprentice. "We should be at the
structural wall now," he continued. 

"Nothing yet," commented the plumber to no one in particular. "We
should be under the sidewalk and into city territory by now."

The three men watched as the camera continued unencumbered for a few
more feet when a dark object loomed among the deleterious materials
floating in the pipe. "What the fuck is that, chief," asked the
apprentice? 

Staring at the holo image, the plumber began to shake his head. "I
haven't seen one of these in fifteen years. It's a pig." 

The shift supervisor replied, "It don't look like a fucking pig to me
and anyhow, how do you get a pig in a small pipe?"

The plumber rolled his eyes and faced the supervisor, "A pig is a
cylinder that is placed under pressure to clean pipes. Most of them are
air inflated and can be adjusted to fit several diameters of pipe. But,
one thing is for sure. They don't get into pipes by accident and they
are rarely used after the pipe has been in service for a time."

Confused, the supervisor glared at the plumber for a clarification.
"Pigs are run through new, larger diameter pipes under pressure to clean
them before use. It's mainly a petrochemical pipe procedure, but I
suppose one could be used in sanitary lines, although I've never seen
it," said the plumber. "This is the last thing that I expected to find.
You, sir are a victim of sabotage."

"Call the Doctor," the Security Chief said to minion standing next to
him, "and get her down here, pronto."

--------------------------------------------

An hour later Dr. Janice Anitasdaughter was staring at the plumber's
holographic display, not knowing exactly what the murky image was, but
realized that the Omaha Police were becoming interested in the Old City
Mall.

The Security Chief addressed Anitasdaughter and started, "Ma'am, it
appears that our plumbing problems are a result of interference by
outside forces. Our contractor informs me that the image that you are
looking at is an artificial blockage. My suspicion is that it is the
OPD causing the blockage."

"Well, that appears to be obvious," replied the doctor. "Chief, call
the Department of Public Works and get an inspector or whoever, down
here now. Meanwhile, arrange for the transfer of all of our girls to
the Pioneer before an inspector can get here. I suspect that the OPD
wants to look around, so let's let them, to a very limited degree." 

Pat Meganson followed the security officer down a short flight of stairs
to a basement toilet area. The workmen from Omaha Plumbing and Heating
were waiting for the city 'inspector'. 

"What seems to be the problem?" Pat asked the plumbers.

The lead plumber snickered and replied, "It appears that we have an
artificial blockage of the main lateral."

The plumber flipped the switch on the holo display and the murky image
of the pig filled the desktop.

"Is that what that is, I've never seen one before," replied Pat
truthfully.

"Yes sir, I've only seen them in petrochemical piping applications, but
that's what it is, a pipe cleaning 'pig,' stated the amused plumber.
"We suspect that the sewer inspection company doing the visuals of the
local lines is somehow connected with this curiosity," he added.

Thinking quickly, Pat responded, "I believe that the visual guy's
sometimes block off laterals temporarily if they feel that discharges
from the lateral may interfere with their inspections." Taking a breath,
Pat added, "I'll check with them immediately and if they have blocked
your lateral, I'll have them clear the line." 

The plumber nodded, thinking 'Bullshit'. 

Pat followed the security officer back up the stairwell he had
descended three minutes previously and was escorted back to the mall's
main corridor. 

'I wonder if Winston has a plan two?' wondered Pat on his way out of the
mall's security area.

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Smiling, the plumber said the Security Shift Supervisor, "Cops always
fuck up when they attempt to impersonate technical types." 

"You think that that guy was a cop?" replied the Supervisor. 

"Absofuckinglutely," smirked the plumber. "They blocked the line
intentionally in order to get a look around in here. I don't think that
he saw a thing that can't be readily explained away."

Nodding, the Supervisor added, "I'll mention your assistance to the good
doctors. Maybe something will come your way." With that, the
supervisor left the toilet room and the plumber started packing his
equipment.

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"There's a sissy boutique in the Prairie Apartments?" responded an
incredulous Mary Ann. The two sissy snoopers, Toni and Pamela nodded
vigorously and continued with their glowing descriptions.

"The clientele appeared to all be between eighteen and twenty five and
wait for this, foreign!" stated Toni.

"In fact," added Pamela, "there was nothing in the stores in the
shopping level that could be described for use by males and very little
that would interest a mistress or matron for that matter."

"Unless they were buying for a sissy," said Toni.

"Pammy, you bought that outfit at this shop?" asked Mary Ann.

Pamela stood and did a little twirl to show off her purchases. "Yes
dear and it was more than a little pricy." 

Mary Ann fingered the materials of Pamela's new shorts and blouse with
some envy. "Very good material and very tastefully cut," she commented.
"I'll check around and see if anyone knows about this shop and the other
shops in the hotel, but I don't expect to find out anything. I've just
never heard of any shops at that hotel. This is very strange; I thought
that I knew all of my competition."

Toni looked around the table at the other two sissies and in a very
quiet voice said, "Peety won't be home at least a couple of hours, would
anyone like to take a shower with me?" The three sissies rose in unison
and giggling, headed for the master bedroom.

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Mike had his team in meeting in his office. "Pat, you say that this
plumber fellow had the 'pig' thing scoped out?"

"Yes sir," replied Pat. "In fact, they threw the entire scheme into my
face. I just know that they were laughing me out of the building."

Winston broke into the conversation, "Mike, do you think that Pete could
get an infiltration gizmo from that CID sergeant of his that could
compromise a sewer system?" 

Mike shook his head, "I don't think that we want to go there. Don't you
agree detective?" Mike was looking directly at Pat.

Pat rose from his chair and said, "I will have to excuse myself from
this conversation at this point. But, if I were a betting man, I would
agree with Mike. I don't believe that the CID is on our side in this
investigation."

Byron waited for Pat to exit the room before he added, "That young
copper is having a hell of a time serving two masters. I also happen to
agree with him."

"Back to square one, gentlemen," breathed Mike. "Let's go to Murphy's
and get drunk. Maybe in a stupor we can come up with a workable plan to
access the mall."

End of Part I